- Pine trees.
- Microbrews.
- Picking berries on the side of the road.
- Beards.
- Cult of the farmers’ market.
- Baby carrots.
- All-encompassing anxiety over leaving enough tip.
- Autograt.
- Portmanteau words.
- Plungers by the toilets, where the trash cans should be.
- Toilets that flush with potable water.
- Drinking fountains.
- Telling life stories to strangers.
- People that used to be vegetarians.
- Knowing exactly how far you live from the ghetto.
- That time you heard gunshots.
- Pickles.
- That’s what she said.
- Bowls of water outside of cafes.
- Dogs inside cafes.
- Shoppes.
- Name-dropping.
- Macaroni and cheese pizza.
- Salt and vinegar chip sweats.
- Ordering way off the menu.
- An adjective before every ingredient.
- Steel-cut oats.
- Warnings on menus about all the ways this food could kill you.
- Hazmat.
- Hygiene, so much of it that nothing is ever really clean.
- Big black tattoos on tiny white girls.
- Busking banjos.
- Cut-off everything.
- Irony, except when running/working out. That’s just serious.
- Earthquakes.
- Hurricanes.
- Snowpocalypse.
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October 31st, 2011 at 8:04 pm
But hilarious and wonderful too, right?
If you were home, you could also add:
The race that stops a nation.
The national airline that stopped a nation.
The Queen that traveled the nation.
T.xxx
p.s. and that’s CHOGM as a synonym, not an acronym.
October 31st, 2011 at 8:39 pm
Oh yes, absolutely wonderful. In a cold and snowy way.
I had to look CHOGM up. Did the queen have to spend a night in the airport too? Maybe she wouldn’t fly QANTAS.
I’ll be back for a month over Christmas. Undoubtedly will attempt to tar Oz with the same blog-brush that I’m tarring the rest of the world with…
October 31st, 2011 at 9:33 pm
If you provide the tar, we’ll provide the feathers. National past-time.
And I hope you have a little party for all of us who’ve only seen you in pictures for the past however many years.
November 1st, 2011 at 5:20 pm
Love it!
November 2nd, 2011 at 7:11 am
Wait – what? You’re in NY? Awesome! If you ever make the 3 hour trek to Providence, I’ll be your tourguide
November 2nd, 2011 at 9:25 pm
Only 3 hours? I’ll definitely have to take you up on that at some point. I’d love to come out and maybe see a concert or something – sounds like you’re the person to talk to for that sort of thing. I’d offer to return the favour, but suspect that if it’s only 3 hours away you’ve probably had your fill of NYC. Anyway the offer is still there. Thanks for reading and commenting.
November 2nd, 2011 at 4:53 pm
Nice list. I’m missing my pickles.
November 3rd, 2011 at 7:15 am
Thanks and sorry to hear that. To be honest I don’t recall get the slightest whiff of anything pickled/fermented anywhere further south, where you’re headed. Doesn’t mean it’s not there, just might take some digging around to find. Although wait…. if fermented includes stuff like chicha then I suppose there’s some hope. Doesn’t taste good though; just gets you sloppy fast.
November 9th, 2011 at 8:40 am
Doesn’t sound all that different compared to Sweden. Except the earthquakes…
November 10th, 2011 at 11:23 am
Maybe the world is Swedenising, not Americanising?
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