I write on a new Samsung Tablet. Listen carefully and you may hear my gnashing teeth. Interfacing the Tablet w
ith WordPress is a steep learning curve. Be patient with my mistakes.
My apologies to readers who are expecting a blog from El Camino. Thanks to my last misleading blog, you’ve jumped the gun. I write from London.
We begin our pilgrimage October 2nd. Read
wondered if I’m prepared for my pilgrimage. Not to worry. I’ve been training.
Because I’ll be packing my clothes on my back and I don’t want to carry too much, I’ll carry just one change of clothing. This past week I have practiced wearing the same clothes seven days in a row. I haven’t ironed my clothes in years, but now laundry has also fallen off the cliff. Living semi-soiled is quite liberating.
Also, I’ve been training by wearing my hiking boots… daily. As for preparing to walk 16 miles a day, I’m not so prepared. I’m taking a Braveheart approach. I’m just going to gut it out.
In truth, I’m really not in London; rather, I’m in Milton Keynes, a souless New Town 45 miles northwest of London. Built in 1967, the engineered town is (depending on your age) nearly new or really old. Despite its age, the white-collar buildings and mature landscaping still look good: the town is a ut
The architects left nothing to chance: the roundabouts are attractive and the cars merge and diverge as if they are on an endless conveyor belt.
strian and cycle paths burrow beneath the roadways, but one walks or cycles on them.
Milton Keynes is a car culture driv
en by consumerism. The 240-store mall, less than a mile down a broad, tree-lined boulevard from the train station, comes with a map to help you wend your way up and down the three main avenues and the numerous cross-
streets within the mall itself.
for a little hurley – burley. A little litter. Some up-and-coming; some down-and-out. Milton Keynes isn’t bad in itself, but it is so predictable. Give me quirky.
London is the place for quirky.
Yesterday I checked out “The Endless Stair” installed on the grounds on the Tate Modern. Designed by dRMM Architects, the 15 stairs pay homage to the Dutch artist E.C. Escher. What fun watching people walking up and down stairs that twist your perception. Aren’t stairs are supposed to take you someplace?
Today it is back to London to visit a fake archeological dig, an installation by sculptor Daniel Silver in Central London at the intersection of Tottenham Court and Grafton Way. Grubby and muddy – I should fit right in.
And next week, I plan to catch a deserted home/apartment installed at the Victoria and Albert Museum. Apparently, a big crack runs through the empty house. An earthquake? Maybe a fault-line… possibly a metaphor for a fractured family? A small boy hunkers in a fireplace. What is his story? Designed be Scandinavian artists, Michael Elmgreen and Ivgar Dragset, the suite of rooms call out to me.
Will the Tablet and I come to respect one another? Time will tell. It’s a struggle.