Category: Life in the US


In case you’ve not noticed, it’s been a while since I posted here… Another dead ‘un in the great blogosphere graveyard. Fear not however, there is a second coming.  The reason for my silence is in Spring I left the Beltway and reentered the Brussels Bubble due to needs in our Brussels office. The other reason for the silence is a small bundle of joy (our third) that arrived recently and transatlantic relocation.

Given there is no distinction between private and professional in my world – my hobbies being mainly reading political biographies, political history and despairing at the state of Europe – you’ll find me back on the FH Brussels communal blog writing in the same vein. Given my struggle to maintain this blog in the last year or so, it seems only easier to just go back to the other one I founded years ago.

Here’s some recent posts from me to get you going:

http://publicaffairs2point0.eu/2011/04/14/a-tale-of-two-cities/

http://publicaffairs2point0.eu/2011/06/08/its-not-normal-that-europeans-go-looking-for-serious-debate-and-see-meps-cucumber/

http://publicaffairs2point0.eu/2011/06/09/time-to-throw-away-the-trusty-old-position-paper/

http://publicaffairs2point0.eu/2011/06/07/why-successful-public-affairs-should-be-a-bit-like-a-tom-cruise-film/

http://publicaffairs2point0.eu/2011/04/08/the-same-broom-for-the-last-twenty-years/

Come on over, the Bubble aint half bad.

James

Last week over dinner I listened to former E.U. commissioner Guenter Verheugen make an impassioned and at times enlightening plea for a strengthening of the Trans-Atlantic relationship. Listening to the BBC World Service this evening at home there was certain irony in the fact that there would be one less American alive this evening if he had already got his way.

As the former chair of the Trans-Atlantic Economic Council at least part of Guenter’s plea was for more movement in reducing the NTBs that prevent the trans-Atlantic relationship from reaching its full potential. One of the proposed solutions on offer around the table that would kickstart the regulatory convergence agenda? Mutual recognition of standards across the Atlantic.

The argument was made that regulatory convergence in areas already regulated was at best a long shot due to the different legal approaches of the two areas and the politics in play. Better for both sides to accept that neither U.S. nor E.U. governments want to kill their citizens and accept that product standards offer equivalent levels of protection, leaving a regulatory convergence approach for yet to be regulated areas such as nano technology.

Alas we were all perhaps forgetting that in some cases the U.S. does actually want to kill its citizens. This evening there is a news from Arizona that the fact that a drug to be used in a lethal injection has come from Europe is enough for a judge in that state to accept a stay of execution because the drug may not meet U.S. standards of safety. It seems there are some upsides to the lack of a true trans-Atlantic marketplace after all.

James

My post last night on my reflections on time here in the U.S. led to a comment from Dan in Brussels. His comment reminded me of the video below from the RSA in the U.K. on the subject of how our perception of time affects us. Interesting video from a great series, you can check out more of them here.

James

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Now there’s a problem

I think I may slowly but surely becoming more American. Earlier this week I noted I became irritated by the fact that five minutes after sitting down in a D.C. restaurant I was still without a menu or the obligatory glass of iced water.

My response goes to show that Brussels is but a fading memory. The city does have many fantastic and very affordable restaurants that serve on average better fare than here for the equivalent price. However, it is the complete opposite of America in terms of service. You can sit there for what seem like eons before even an acknowledgement of your existence by the waitress. Complain and you’ll get the Belgian roll of the eyes (the equivalent of the Gallic shrug). Perhaps even a suggestion that you’re lucky to be a customer. You are of course free to go elsewhere, the waiter may seem to suggest. After a few years in Brussels this, of course, all seems quite normal.

Despite this, I think the Belgian, and dare I generalize and say the European, approach may have something to recommend it to America. Whether I seem to look in the U.S. there seems to be an assumption that things should happen now. Evidence of this can’t wait culture, and its negative effects, occur to me almost every day i am here.

Conspicuous consumption abounds on the Rockville Pike just down the road from my house. Can’t wait till Monday morning to buy that widget you don’t really need, fear not they’re open now. You don’t even have to have money to pay for it. They’ll offer easy credit on today only sales prices, always. Of course, one doesn’t have to be a genius in this post credit crunch world to work out where this gets us all. Folks without homes they could never afford and a fragile global economy.

In politics, the twenty four hour news-cycles and the stinging long tail of social media mean government officials can be let go for snippets of video taken out of context by right winger bloggers or attacks on opponents generated with less than a satisfactory examination of the facts from the other extreme. We expect action now. Obama delivers historic healthcare reform. He staves off economic depression. But the voters get angry because he hasn’t done something about a nine point six percent unemployment rate now.

It all leads me to the reason why I think there’s a sense of frustration when i hear Americans talk about our little European project. Things rarely happen now in Europe. It must be quite frustrating for a bunch of people who are used to getting what they want now.

However, i’ve come to the conclusion that sometimes waiting is good. Time allows one to focus on what’s important, not for the instant but for tomorrow. Time allows judgements to be considered, consensus to be reached or directions to be changed after sober reflection. Time allows for that Belgian chef to cook my food, rather than microwave it. For my appetite to grow so I know I’ll enjoy it.

Some things just can’t happen now. They take time and there are some advantages to the fact that they do.

James

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I am back home in Brussels for a few days at the beginning of September for work. Before my rose tinted specs are brutally removed by a lack of sun, here’s the first in what may turn out to be an irregular series of posts on things I miss about Europe’s capital.

#1 My feet

Since moving away from the country in which I spent the best part of decade, I am beginning to miss my feet. It’s not that they’ve suddenly become detached from my legs, or that I don’t use them as much. In fact, I think I use them more. This is much to the shock of US friends and colleagues who hail taxis to go more than two blocks. Nor is it that the subsidised snacks  in the office have extended my waistline to such an extent that I can’t seem my little pinkies. Although I have put on a few pounds to be fair. No, it’s that I just don’t need to constantly look at them anymore to avoid standing in the mess left by dogs (and their owners).

In Brussels, through necessity rather than choice, I adopted a concentrated look at the pavement while walking style. While I did bump into the odd lamp post my eye to foot coordination improved to near Olympic class as I navigated the Avenue Louise doggie-do slalom.  (btw – If Brussels ever gets to host an Olympics surely there shall be a lobby for the inclusion of doggie-do slalom in the Games).

Here in DC I have yet to come across anything close to the equivalent of a nursery slope. In fact, dog owners scoop and bag with such alarming regularity that one wonders whether the US will ever make it to the standard of doggie-do dodging proficiency that the Belgians set. The bar, or piles, being so markedly high in my former home town.

Fear not feet lovers everywhere. I have resolved to sit down at the end of each working day and take some special time with my feet. I should not want them to feel neglected or disappear in existential angst the moment I look away. Some day I shall return to Brussels and I may need them.

James

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Home sweet home

Those of you who religiously follow my Twitter feed will know that I spent last weekend on Greek island celebrating my younger brother’s wedding. Helluva long way to go for a weekend (+20hrs each way) but worth it. As for Greece, they’ve been building it for thousands of years and have still yet to finish. Breathtakingly beautiful nonetheless.

I’ve only been to Greece once before, as it happens for another wedding on a different island (hat tip to Julie and Dionisis – fantastic wedding), but upon landing in Athens airport I felt strangely at home. Perhaps it was being surrounded by folks speaking French, Italian, German and of course English (as opposed to American). Perhaps the shops in the airport. Perhaps the strange Northern English accent on the airport announcements (Lancastrian I think).

In any case, on the way home I was reading this column in the Economist. I went EU native a long time ago, it seems members of the FCO have to spend some time in Washington to realize they too are Europeans. If only all Brits could have the same experience.

James

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It seems there is at least one thing that England and the United States of America share: a press that likes to hark back to long forgotten battles in best forgotten wars when faced with its country’s own sporting mediocrity.

After a 1-1 tie that ruined my Saturday afternoon and in which neither 11 covered itself in glory, U.S. media abounded with references to the War of Independence.  (For those Brits like me who were only ever taught at school that we found America, not that our King had then gone and lost it again, this apparently took place in 1775–1783.)

The front page of the New York Post Sunday morning, see above, reminded me a little of the British press’ own worst hour. In Euro ’96 faced with a Berti Vogts’* German side to which we admittedly did not deserve to lose, the Daily Mirror saw fit to print the shameful front page above with our own little Tommies; Lance Corporal Pearce and Private 1st class Gascoigne.

I’d like to say that it’s just a disease of a certain type of media, but alas more venerable outlets played to the terraces too. The venerable old lady that is the Washington Post found the need to make reference this morning, albeit jokingly, to the Stamp Act of 1765. And as in England, it’s not as if the U.S. population didn’t join in the fun. On Saturday at Dupont Circle the BBC managed to find a man fully kitted out as George Washington. In England, faced with Germany, we hummed the theme tune to the Dam Busters.

What can we learn from all this? Well, when faced with an old adversary (which you still secretly envy) and with a team that has no chance of winning we’ll both happily fall back on any past victory we can muster. It seems old imperial powers, whose glory years are behind them, can do no other.

James

*Berti Vogts holds a special place in my heart post-96 as he went on to be rubbish as the manager of Scotland. A couple of years ago I met him in the Marriot Hotel in Helsinki when he was relegated to managing a poor Azeri team. Happily he allowed me the pleasure of getting his autograph (and those of two other unknown Germans), which brightened a relatively dreary trip to the European Chemicals Agency for me and provided an excellent early Christmas gift for German friends.

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