Bush to Dis Taj

So President Bush is doing a little bit of traveling
himself this week, heading to India for a whirlwind tour. The purpose of the trip is to stir up business and
let the Indians see that the President doesn’t live up to his horrible reputation in the rest of the world. In a way,
the mere fact he is taking the trip helps, because he is widely known as one of the least-traveled Presidents in modern
history.

Some folks are making a to do about the fact he isn’t visiting the Taj Mahal, probably
India’s most popular and well-known site. Uh, so what? Folks, I’ve been to the Taj, and while it is indeed beautiful,
breath-takingly so, in fact, it is located in a rather little miserable place called Agra. I did a story about Agra a year or two ago
for MSNBC.com, and the idea was to find things to do in Agra out side of the Taj Mahal. That wasn’t easy. Yes, there is
the Red Fort and such, but the fact is Agra is a impoverished, dismal little place where the hucksters and touts are out
in great swarming legions, so I forgive the President, this time, for passing on the Taj.

Saving the Snow Lotus

It’s probably not the first thing
on YOUR to-do list, but to some folks in Deqen, a Tibetan village in the Eastern Himalayas, a campaign has started to
save the blossom of the snow lotus. The cottony, white flower is used in Tibetan medicine and snapped up by the burlap
bagloads by airy-minded tourists coming to seek enlightenment. And as a result, the pressures on this poor, wee flower
are such that they are growing less and less common, and perhaps on the brink of extinction.

In this
satisfying little story on NPR, the
expeditions crew takes us to the far reaches of the earth to learn a little more about a flower you probably
didn’t even know existed. These NPR segments in far-off places are always enjoyable. Not a bad way to start the
week.

Back from the Dead: Los Angeles Conservancy Tours

Some
of the most wonderful travel gems to uncover are those in your very own backyard about which you knew nothing.

This weekend I had the fortune of uncovering such gems when my girlfriend signed us up for a walking tour of
downtown Los Angeles.  Downtown Los Angeles is a very odd place indeed.  Although it was the heart of the
city in the late 1800s and early 1900s, the area took a deep plunge into urban decay and nastiness.  Today, there
are some nice office buildings and museums but that’s about it.  Many Los Angelinos live their entire lives
without ever visiting downtown.

The very wonderful Los Angeles Conservancy is trying to change
that.  Their tours (tag line: Experience the
Unknown Los Angeles) walk visitors through the historic areas of downtown to reveal an amazingly rich and affluent past
that has now been swallowed up by cheap electronics stores, discount sock sellers, and countless Mexican wedding dress
outlets.  Wipe away the cheesiness and grime and a remarkable city emerges. 

For only $10 a pop, the Los Angeles Conservancy helps uncover this past glory through 13 walking tours manned by experienced and friendly
guides.  Architecture fans can opt for the Art Deco Tour, the Union Station Tour (the fantastic Train Station),
the Angelino Heights Tour (the first Beverly Hills of LA) and a handful of others.  We joined the Broadway
Historic Theatre District Tour which I will post about on Tuesday as well as a side tour into the famous Bradbury
Building (to be posted on Wednesday). 

 

Ask a Mexican

I
lived in Spain a few years ago and my roommate, one of my good friends, was Mexican. That is, he IS Mexican. He was
born in Mexico City, lived here in the US for several years and just recently moved back to the DF with his
bride.  When we lived in Spain together, I was constantly embarrassed by the questions he’d get asked about the
differences between Spaniards and Mexicans. Some people, it turns out, were unaware there was much difference. These
people were almost inevitably Americans. And they were the open-minded ones who had come to Spain to study!

Oh, the evenings I spent sitting around a table drinking red wine with my buddy and laughing about how ridiculous we
(that is, Americans) sometimes are. What’s even more ridiculous IMHO is that some of the most culturally illiterate
people in the world live in one of the most culturally rich places in the world: Los Angeles. If you take the one hour
drive down Interstate 5 from LA to Orange County, you will pass communities rich in international cultures.

From Thais to Vietnamese to El Salvadorans to Armenians, LA is a vibrant salad bowl of international cultures. Yet,
most people will never experience these other cultures because they speed from place to place via the freeways, never
once stopping (except maybe for gas) in any of these communities.

Now all of this is to set up my hearty
appreciation for this article
in the LA Times
about a
column
that’s been running in the OC Weekly called Ask a Mexican. The
columnist, one Gustavo Arellano (pictured), takes on the local prejudice and ignorance (both abundant in Orange
County) with sharp wit and gut-wrenching humor. To wit: when one writer asked "Why do Mexicans call white
people gringos?", he fired back:

"Mexicans do not call gringos gringos. Only gringos call gringos
gringos. Mexicans call gringos gabachos."

And when asked to explain why Mexicans to sell oranges at
freeway off ramps, he snapped:

"What do you want them to sell — Steinways? According to Dolores,
who sells oranges off the 91 Freeway/Euclid onramp, in Anaheim, she can earn almost $100 per week hawking the fruit.
That averages out to more than $5,000 a year — and since it’s the underground economy, she doesn’t pay
taxes!"

I was tempted to write and ask the difference between Spaniards and Mexicans just to see what
kind of a response I’d get, but it being Orange County, my guess is someone already did.

Curling Streaker

We interrupt this blogcast to bring you an important
news bulletin: a man
was caught streaking
at the Olympics. We repeat, a man was caught streaking at the Olympics.

And of all
the events one would choose to streak, he chose, um, curling. I know there’s a joke there, but for the life of me, I
can’t seem to find it. Anyway, the streak event occurred during the men’s bronze medal match yesterday when a man
wearing…if wearing is the right word…a rubber chicken ran onto an ice sheet, danced around, and was finally covered
up by security. I give him a C for execution and a B for creativity.