Thursday, November 24, 2011

The quirks that make the world go 'round

I spent some time, a couple of weeks ago, skimming this forum, where an American novelist had asked for help from foreigners to identify quirks that might stand out to first time visitors to the United States.  The cascade of responses are at times blatantly stereotypical (frequent laments about guns, portion sizes, loud voices, and car culture) but, for the most part, subtle and quite fascinating.  I had no idea, for instance, that Americans are often perceived as broadly friendly and smiley, almost to a fault.

As many posters point out, the vast size of the US leads to a wide variety of regional differences.  Similarly, the concept of what is unusual differs greatly depending on where a foreigner is from.  On this bright, sunny afternoon of my favorite holiday, I am grateful for the intricate web of customs, settings, and attitudes that make America (and every other country) so enthrallingly unique.  It simultaneously makes the world an infinitely more interesting place to explore and helps reinforce the comfortable, deeply ingrained sense of home that comes from being among familiar surroundings.

Happy Thanksgiving.  Below are some excerpted observations, ranging in tone from wondrous to bemused to pure, unadulterated snark.

I was startled to find out that "God Save the Queen" has alternate lyrics.

In general, the scale of things is boggling to Europeans for a while and continues to be boggling in small ways for a long time. Fridges are HUGE compared to upright or under-the-counter European fridges. The default size for milk is the gallon, not the pint. Endless agonizing choices in the supermarket -- which of these 30 types of canned beans do I want now? Roads that feel twice as wide as they should be. Bank lobbies the size of railway stations.

Cities where streets follow a grid. And almost all streets allow cars. As a European I'm accustomed to look for the city center; a place where there are no cars, where streets are meandering, where there are terraces to sit outside and have a coffee. A place that's amenable to walking, to hanging out and enjoying the atmosphere. I did not find such a space in the american cities I've been to. And it prevented me from enjoying the place.

You don't need to drive far from a major city like SF to reach endless expanse of nature. Amazing.

That they probably have the best customer service culture in the world, but can rapidly descend into being the most aggressive if challenged.

I would also reiterate that customer service people here must be super well trained or something, because they are uniformly pleasant and helpful. Every person seems to take a lot of pride in their work, the US is definitely a very strongly work-centric culture. People seem to talk a lot more about slacking off, than actually slack off.

"Uh huh" is an appropriate response to "thank you"

The blatant patriotism displayed by Americans is disconcerting to Britons. There are Stars & Stripes everywhere and it's seen as perfectly normal to display the flag on your home.... The flying of the Cross of St George is more usually associated with right-wing sympathy to the British National Party than a display of patriotism or national pride.

Everyone complains bitterly about the suckitude of government and is suspicious of it but they all follow the rules anyway even if nobody is watching.

A readiness to order pizza at 10 p.m. although one has had a full meal at 6:30.

People ask "How are you?" as a casual greeting, but no one really cares how you are. He feels like it's too personal of a question to ask a stranger and doesn't like the insincerity of it.

People will often say "we should get together" or "you should come over sometime for dinner" but don't actually mean it, they just say it to be polite.

General ignorance about other places and cultures, and how awful many native English speakers are at reading/writing/speaking their one and only language, yet have little tolerance for non-native speakers who may speak several other languages.

When Americans kid one another, they will wait a few seconds and then let the kidee know that they were just kidding. Every time. This shocked me for a while.

Saying "hil-ar-i-ous" out loud instead of laughing.

 American drivers are far more likely to stop and let a pedestrian cross the road, even when there is no marked crossing. Possibly due to the novelty of seeing someone on foot.

Striking up conversation with strangers, smiling at strangers, sharing stories and knowing/ empathizing looks with strangers. This also throws me for a loop, especially all the smiles and random hellos. Cheerfulness is an indefeasible social onus. On the other hand, people in the U.S. are in my experience very polite when it comes to staring (i.e. not doing it).

Americans are social optimists. They assume all interactions will be pleasant until they are not.

On the upside, the readiness of American people to explain something to you or show you how some weird contraption or gadget works - things simple to a american but that a european might have never seen - without seemingly poke fun or look down at you is very heart warming. So, lack of cynicism and apparent moral generosity are the greatest American qualities as far as I'm concerned.

People not realizing that a lot of the rest of the world puts the day first then the month, so when I first got here someone asked me if we had 17 months in Australia when they saw my drivers license.

I have been introduced to people from as wider ranging places as India, Mexico, Trinidad and Italy with what seemed the assumption as we were all from this strange place called "overseas" we'd all know each other or have something in common.

Everything is new. I'd never experienced a physical craving for old buildings before visiting the US! Possibly related: I got the impression that 'the past' is more recent in the US, events in living memory are seen as 'historic'.

The silly warnings on products to prevent lawsuits.
Lawyers have much more cultural cachet than in almost any other country. The idea that lawyers are on a par with doctors as far as people with high-class occupations

There are so many straight lines on maps in the US. When I first came here as a kid (while my parents were in graduate school), we studied the US map in school and I remember being astounded that it literally looked like someone had used a ruler to mark off the state boundaries. Most other places have much more irregular edges.

Paradoxically, although you guys have this disgustingly puritanical attitude to alcohol, when I go into an American bar and ask for a shot of scotch I get a major shot of scotch. I love the way you just put a glass down and fill it instead of measuring a miserly 1/6 or 1/4 gill shot via an optic.

The comparative difference in pickpocketing / theft. In Europe, you leave a bag somewhere, or your wallet at a bar, and you'll just never see it again. People just seem to have their eyes open for an easy score; and someone will have spied it and grabbed it no question. In the U.S. its very likely that someone will turn it in, or figure out a way to return it.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Organized chaos

Unfortunately, I don’t often have the opportunity to listen to Public Radio International’s The World, which airs locally Monday - Thursday on WAMU at 8 pm.  The program features an hour of in depth reporting about global topics – both current events and interest pieces, like NPR’s newsmagazines.  I try to tune in when I’m alone at home, often while making and eating dinner.

Last night’s broadcast featured a brief profile of a new art form springing up in post-revolution Tunisia called collaborative painting.  One artist starts a painting, and up to five others join in.  Anyone can jump in at any time, and all are free to paint over anything that has already been painted.  Described in the piece as organized chaos, the exercise often results in a work of art that could have easily been produced by a sole artist.  This ability of an organically evolving group effort to mimic the talent of an individual is fascinating.

Over the past several days, I’ve been reconsidering my desire to go to Egypt, Jordan, and Israel next spring or fall in favor of a possible trip to Tunisia.  That swing through the Middle East is still exceptionally appealing, but Egypt has some significant issues to work out related to the role of the military in civilian government that seem farther from resolution than I thought and some suggest that Jordan may be teetering on the brink.  Tunisia, on the other hand, held laudably open and non-violent elections last month.

I do not fear traveling to countries working through the aftermath of the Arab Spring and, indeed, am doubly excited by the prospect of observing the birth and growing pains of fresh democracy.  Ongoing violence and civil unrest, however, is likely best avoided.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Give me a day

I have no particular reason for cobbling together a blog post right now other than the fact that I had no idea that this great song had words and wanted to share.  The theme to Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac is actually a Scandinavian folk song titled "Ge Mig En Dag."  I find it soothingly beautiful.  It just feels like the redeeming side of 6:36 am, evoking the sun cresting above the horizon, heralding the fresh possibility of a new day.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Two pumpkins

Fall is in the air.  Two pumpkins: one from a can off the shelf at Safeway, one from a roadside stand just down the road from Sugarloaf Mountain in rural Maryland.  The former we made into homemade ice cream, which is now chilling in the freezer.  The latter, I carved into this sky-gazer of a jack-o-lantern.  Happy belated Halloween!