My trip up north was an outstanding success. Highlights include gorgeous views, great food, hotel rooms all to myself, lots of writing, and medieval ruins.
Yorkshire, as far as I can tell, is what people think of when they think of England and not just London. Words used to describe said place are: quaint, peaceful, idyllic. Small stone cottages, wild, untrimmed green spaces, silence interrupted only by sheep in your garden and birds around your head. Idyllic is definitely the word. Perhaps a little too idyllic. There's a reason so many stories begin with a quiet, calm village and end in tears and blood. There must be something bubbling underneath the surface. There must be something to destroy the quaint perfection.
As far as I can tell, no, there isn't. Everyone was friendly and open; at least one person every day asked me where I was from and we had a discussion about how small the world is. (One nice lady, as she and her husband sat down to dinner, actually said to me, "You're not from 'round here, are you?" I didn't know people actually said that!) Everyone was kind. The pubs I went into were filled with regulars, people who've known each other for years, and while I was definitely the outsider, it wasn't antagonistic. People were curious, mostly. Curious why this little American girl was randomly there.
Sunday: train (and bus) travel up to Pickering.
I didn't know where I was going on the bus (with a train, they tell you or at least you have some semblance of the stops; but the bus didn't even have the scrolling "this is our next stop" thing, so I had to rely on asking people), but once I got over my initial panic at not knowing where I was, where I should be, what I should be doing--it was really awesome. I can understand the thrill of getting lost, of not knowing where you are. It's delicious.
Pickering is an adorable little town, with shops and stone cottages and historic pubs and a medieval church that rang an amazingly complex song while I was wandering around (5.00 on a Sunday evening). I found a used bookstore, a couple ice cream places and cafes, and a whole mess of pubs. The one I stopped in had a really good local cider, delicious sausages and mash, and a very nice couple who talked to me all through dinner.
Monday: North Yorkshire Moors Railway with steam trains, starting at 9.00 am and ending around 5-5.30 at my cute little b&b.
My plan sort of got knocked off kilter because we were hung up on a change at Grosmont, so I ended up stopping at a couple places I hadn't intended. For example, I stopped at Goathland (go-th-lend. Until I heard it, I wondered if it was goat-land, but alas, no.), where they filmed the Hogsmeade scenes in Harry Potter and the ITV series Heartbeat (which I only know because I watched 20 mins of Benedict Cumberbatch in an episode). Very idyllic. Tiny place, a pub, some shops, a tea room (where I stopped for Yorkshire cream tea) and an amazing view of the moors on all sides. Oh, and sheep. Sheep that wandered around as part of the human population. That was new for me.
Then later, I properly stopped in Grosmont. Another bookshop (didn't buy anything this time) and another pub and then finally up to Whitby. I had to ask for directions to my b&b, because I went the wrong way, and it is an absolutely adorable place. The owner was very nice. I went off to explore Whitby, a port town with medieval ruins high on a hill and the river Esk running through it. Ended up (surprise surprise) in a pub, which had very good Indian food.
Tuesday: Whitby and back down to London
I was treated to breakfast in bed around 8.45 (eggs, bacon, toast and coffee, so good) and had to check out by 10. Since my train didn't leave until 12.41 to Middlesbrough, I had a whole 2.5 hours in hand to wander Whitby. I paid a few pounds to leave my bag at the train station and then scooted up to the ruins of the Whitby abbey.
I love ruins, I really do. I often find them more interesting that whatever the building would have looked like in its prime. I like run-down things, things faded from grandeur into ruin. Ruins and dilapidated houses and gardens threatening mutiny with weeds and ivy. There is beauty in the damaged, the destroyed. But more than that, ruins tell us that even though the glory and the grandeur are gone, the pieces themselves still exist. They will go on, until nature finally wins in another five thousand years, or until humanity thinks they're obsolete and destroys them.
Whitby has gone on for over two thousand years and it will keep going. Like the ruins of its abbey, like the sea edging its way in, and like the moors that stretch into the fog and beyond--they all will continue. Change, yes, change is inevitable, but they will survive, they will exist, for ages and ages more.
After an hour or so of wandering around in the chilly, foggy ruins, I took a stroll through the town. Happened upon the Sherlock Holmes Coffee Shop and got a ham sandwich and a coffee to go. Ate that while I read a new book (not very good, but it's about a female archaeologist at the Whitby abbey ruins, so I had to buy it) and started the long journey back to London.
It was a very nice three days. Far too short to see everything (I was informed by a couple nice men on the train that I hadn't really seen England properly) and a lot of sitting on my butt staring as the moors passed me by, but there was no way to go wandering through them, especially carting my bag around. But it was absolutely gorgeous and gave me pages upon pages of description in my journal and I'm so glad I took the time to do it.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Baby don't rush, you're no waterfall. Love me, that is all.*
Sunshine, shopping and jazz is the perfect combination for a lovely Saturday.
Tomorrow, however, starts my very first trip all by myself. I mean, I came over here by myself, but I was met at the airport and I've always gone with or met up with someone in other countries. But this time, I planned it all by myself and I get to find my way all alone. It's just England and the maps are very good, but still, it's a little nerve-wracking.
Nerve-wracking and exciting. I leave from King's Cross Station tomorrow at 12.30 and arrive in Pickering, up north, after one change onto a bus, at 4.08. From there, I find my way to my hotel, check in, and go explore Pickering for a little while. Then on Monday, I get to take a steam train on the edges of the North Yorkshire Moors park and wander around various towns, then spend the evening in Whitby. On Tuesday, I leave Whitby at 12.41 and after two changes to other trains, I arrive back in King's Cross at nearly 6. It's a small trip, with most of my time spent on various vehicles, but I'm very excited. I get to go exploring on my own! I get to go up to the Moors, the site of many a novel I've read and loved, from The Secret Garden (which first opened my eyes to the various English dialects) to Wuthering Heights ("Cathy, I am Heathcliff!")!
This should be fun. I'll be bringing my laptop, but may not update until I get back.
* Love Me Like a River Does, Melody Gardot. Today has been a jazz sort of day, and so, Melody, whose new album comes out in a couple days. I absolutely recommend her; her ballads (like this one) are gorgeous, but I prefer some of her faster/bluesier stuff.
Tomorrow, however, starts my very first trip all by myself. I mean, I came over here by myself, but I was met at the airport and I've always gone with or met up with someone in other countries. But this time, I planned it all by myself and I get to find my way all alone. It's just England and the maps are very good, but still, it's a little nerve-wracking.
Nerve-wracking and exciting. I leave from King's Cross Station tomorrow at 12.30 and arrive in Pickering, up north, after one change onto a bus, at 4.08. From there, I find my way to my hotel, check in, and go explore Pickering for a little while. Then on Monday, I get to take a steam train on the edges of the North Yorkshire Moors park and wander around various towns, then spend the evening in Whitby. On Tuesday, I leave Whitby at 12.41 and after two changes to other trains, I arrive back in King's Cross at nearly 6. It's a small trip, with most of my time spent on various vehicles, but I'm very excited. I get to go exploring on my own! I get to go up to the Moors, the site of many a novel I've read and loved, from The Secret Garden (which first opened my eyes to the various English dialects) to Wuthering Heights ("Cathy, I am Heathcliff!")!
This should be fun. I'll be bringing my laptop, but may not update until I get back.
* Love Me Like a River Does, Melody Gardot. Today has been a jazz sort of day, and so, Melody, whose new album comes out in a couple days. I absolutely recommend her; her ballads (like this one) are gorgeous, but I prefer some of her faster/bluesier stuff.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Paris, je t'aime!
Oh, Paris. Forgive me while I unleash my inner 1920s-diva in this post, because Paris was simply divine!
This turned out to be a rather clinical and list-y post, so I'm going to mark my favorite parts with an asterix.
Tuesday:
+ I arrived around 12.30/1, and we made our way from Gare du Nord to her dorm at Cite Universitaire.
+ Around 2.30 we took the tram to the Musee du Monde on the banks of the Seine to see an exhibit of Balenciaga, old and new. And then wandered around that area.
+ Made it over to Montparnasse, where her school is, and sat in a cafe that looked out at the street and had Croque Madames (oh, so good) and it was very nice and very French and Paris is gorgeous in mid-afternoon sun. (Though, Paris is always gorgeous...)
+ Wandered through/around Jardin du Luxembourg, got gelato, sat and gabbed away.
+ Visited Saint Sulpice, which was featured in Da Vinci Code and is a stunning church.
+ Went to go find a bar/pub/thing that sounded really cool over near Place Saint-Michel, but alas, it wasn't that interesting. Basically just a tiny pub. (There are so many pubs in Paris! It's weird.)
* + Decided on a jazz cafe/bar, which didn't start the music until we were leaving, but I had some of the best cider I've had in my semester over here. Loic Raison, expensive, delicious, from Bretagne.
+ Back to her part of town and got sandwich grecs with a really good and spicy side sauce for a late dinner and then we watched Victor/Victoria. (Oh, so amazing, how had I not seen it before?!)
Wednesday:
+out by 10.15 to St Michel-Notre Dame metro, where we got coffee and croissants (from two different places) and then went to Notre Dame.
* + Notre Dame is an experience and a half, though our tour ended up being two and a half experiences...I'll get to that, later. But Notre Dame, oh, wow. It didn't make me feel like the Hagia Sophia, but there is a reason it is so famous.
* + Went to Shakespeare & Company, which is nearby, and spent a good long time in there. There were a couple sections where people from all over the world had left notes (SB+JR; or a quote; or "thank you;" or something) and so we did, too. For mine I used an Oscar Wilde quote (surprise, surprise): " 'It is the spectator, and not life, that art mirrors.' Thank you, Shakespeare & Co for providing us with the means to learn more about ourselves." Even though I didn't buy anything, there collection is gorgeous and you can just sit and read in the nooks for hours and play the piano and enjoy art and life.
+ Banana and Nutella crepes for lunch! jksa;hfkjdsafdsa so good
+ There is a Crypte Archaeologique out in the plaza in front of Notre Dame, where the original Roman city lies. And so obviously we had to go in there and see all the awesome ruins and pieces of walls and heating and baths they've found.
* + Then, the second part of my Notre Dame story: we went up into the towers! Yes, that is right, I went up and looked out on the city from near the top, with the gargoyles, and what is more, I went up to the belltower itself! (And of course I must link God Help the Outcasts, from Hunchback. There is a reason Esmeralda was my favorite. Oh, and Bells of Notre Dame! Man, I need to watch this again...)
* + After that amazing experience, we went up to Pere Lachaise, the famous huge cemetery in the north of Paris. They were out of maps, so we managed to chart a course to our 5 different graves and only got lost a couple times. Jim Morrison, Moliere, Sarah Bernhardt, Edith Piaf and my main man himself, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde. ♥
+ Then came wandering around the Marais, the sort of hipster, ethnic, fun shops and vintage clothing area. We had delicious dessert-in-a-crepe crepes at a really Japanese-Lolita-style place called Princess Crepes. Lots of pink and hearts and the waitress wore a bow in her hair. Very cutesy and delicious.
+ Finally, we found our way up to Montmarte, the old artists' corner (think the movie Moulin Rouge--the Moulin is in the Red Light District which is nearby but not at Montmartre, but it's where all the artists and writers and free-thinkers of turn-of-the-century Paris went to do what they did and drink absinthe and whatnot) and found a delicious Vietnamese place (around, like, 9 or 9.30 at night, so I was very hungry, but it really was yummy). And after that, we walked up all the many, many steps to sit at the steps of Sacre Coeur and look out over Paris at night. Absolutely gorgeous. My pictures didn't turn out (I didn't think they would, but one must always try), but I am very, very glad I have that picture painted in my mind to carry with me for the rest of my life.
Thursday:
+ Lauren had class from 9-12, so she sent me off on my own, to....
* + THE PARIS CATACOMBS!! Ahem, excuse my excitement, but it's something I've always wanted to do and I did and I spent the entire time wandering around in a daze, muttering to myself about how amazing it was and mostly just saying "Oh my god..." and "Wow." the whole time.
+ Oh, also, before that, I went into a boulangerie and ordered a croissant and a pain au chocolat all by myself, in French, and it was a real French pain au chocolat and croissant and it was delicious and I want good French food with me at all times.
*+ Lauren and I met back up at 12.30, went out around 1-ish to the Latin Quarter, where we: went to the Pantheon (somewhere I simply must go when I go back!), got really good Lebanese take away, sat in the ruins of a Roman arena, and had tea and baklava at a cafe attached to an old mosque on the corner.
+ We went back early, to wait for her brother to arrive. (He's spending the next few days with her, and then they go home together on Wednesday. She leaves Paris after a year, he after 5 days.) He showed up around 5, we hung out and talked, then finally went out to do dinner, which consisted of: a baguette, various cheeses, and a bottle of white wine.
*+ We brought our food to a park across from Notre Dame and had our wonderfully Parisian dinner as they caught up and Michael told me all sorts of cool and interesting things. (He's an architect, so the stuff about Notre Dame was cool, but he also knows a lot about a lot of different things, including anthropology and linguistics!)
+ After wandering and showing him a little bit of Paris, we went to the cinema (apparently a very French thing to do) to see The Artist!
+ After which, we got more crepes and sat for another cider (and he got a beer) at the jazz club, then finally made it back and I collapsed into sleep.
Today (Friday):
+ I awoke at 7.15, got on the metro at 7.45, made it to Gare du Nord by myself and got on the train back home. I have been wandering, doing errands, and catching up on things here all day.
This turned out to be a rather clinical and list-y post, so I'm going to mark my favorite parts with an asterix.
Tuesday:
+ I arrived around 12.30/1, and we made our way from Gare du Nord to her dorm at Cite Universitaire.
+ Around 2.30 we took the tram to the Musee du Monde on the banks of the Seine to see an exhibit of Balenciaga, old and new. And then wandered around that area.
+ Made it over to Montparnasse, where her school is, and sat in a cafe that looked out at the street and had Croque Madames (oh, so good) and it was very nice and very French and Paris is gorgeous in mid-afternoon sun. (Though, Paris is always gorgeous...)
+ Wandered through/around Jardin du Luxembourg, got gelato, sat and gabbed away.
+ Visited Saint Sulpice, which was featured in Da Vinci Code and is a stunning church.
+ Went to go find a bar/pub/thing that sounded really cool over near Place Saint-Michel, but alas, it wasn't that interesting. Basically just a tiny pub. (There are so many pubs in Paris! It's weird.)
* + Decided on a jazz cafe/bar, which didn't start the music until we were leaving, but I had some of the best cider I've had in my semester over here. Loic Raison, expensive, delicious, from Bretagne.
+ Back to her part of town and got sandwich grecs with a really good and spicy side sauce for a late dinner and then we watched Victor/Victoria. (Oh, so amazing, how had I not seen it before?!)
Wednesday:
+out by 10.15 to St Michel-Notre Dame metro, where we got coffee and croissants (from two different places) and then went to Notre Dame.
* + Notre Dame is an experience and a half, though our tour ended up being two and a half experiences...I'll get to that, later. But Notre Dame, oh, wow. It didn't make me feel like the Hagia Sophia, but there is a reason it is so famous.
* + Went to Shakespeare & Company, which is nearby, and spent a good long time in there. There were a couple sections where people from all over the world had left notes (SB+JR; or a quote; or "thank you;" or something) and so we did, too. For mine I used an Oscar Wilde quote (surprise, surprise): " 'It is the spectator, and not life, that art mirrors.' Thank you, Shakespeare & Co for providing us with the means to learn more about ourselves." Even though I didn't buy anything, there collection is gorgeous and you can just sit and read in the nooks for hours and play the piano and enjoy art and life.
+ Banana and Nutella crepes for lunch! jksa;hfkjdsafdsa so good
+ There is a Crypte Archaeologique out in the plaza in front of Notre Dame, where the original Roman city lies. And so obviously we had to go in there and see all the awesome ruins and pieces of walls and heating and baths they've found.
* + Then, the second part of my Notre Dame story: we went up into the towers! Yes, that is right, I went up and looked out on the city from near the top, with the gargoyles, and what is more, I went up to the belltower itself! (And of course I must link God Help the Outcasts, from Hunchback. There is a reason Esmeralda was my favorite. Oh, and Bells of Notre Dame! Man, I need to watch this again...)
* + After that amazing experience, we went up to Pere Lachaise, the famous huge cemetery in the north of Paris. They were out of maps, so we managed to chart a course to our 5 different graves and only got lost a couple times. Jim Morrison, Moliere, Sarah Bernhardt, Edith Piaf and my main man himself, Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde. ♥
+ Then came wandering around the Marais, the sort of hipster, ethnic, fun shops and vintage clothing area. We had delicious dessert-in-a-crepe crepes at a really Japanese-Lolita-style place called Princess Crepes. Lots of pink and hearts and the waitress wore a bow in her hair. Very cutesy and delicious.
+ Finally, we found our way up to Montmarte, the old artists' corner (think the movie Moulin Rouge--the Moulin is in the Red Light District which is nearby but not at Montmartre, but it's where all the artists and writers and free-thinkers of turn-of-the-century Paris went to do what they did and drink absinthe and whatnot) and found a delicious Vietnamese place (around, like, 9 or 9.30 at night, so I was very hungry, but it really was yummy). And after that, we walked up all the many, many steps to sit at the steps of Sacre Coeur and look out over Paris at night. Absolutely gorgeous. My pictures didn't turn out (I didn't think they would, but one must always try), but I am very, very glad I have that picture painted in my mind to carry with me for the rest of my life.
Thursday:
+ Lauren had class from 9-12, so she sent me off on my own, to....
* + THE PARIS CATACOMBS!! Ahem, excuse my excitement, but it's something I've always wanted to do and I did and I spent the entire time wandering around in a daze, muttering to myself about how amazing it was and mostly just saying "Oh my god..." and "Wow." the whole time.
+ Oh, also, before that, I went into a boulangerie and ordered a croissant and a pain au chocolat all by myself, in French, and it was a real French pain au chocolat and croissant and it was delicious and I want good French food with me at all times.
*+ Lauren and I met back up at 12.30, went out around 1-ish to the Latin Quarter, where we: went to the Pantheon (somewhere I simply must go when I go back!), got really good Lebanese take away, sat in the ruins of a Roman arena, and had tea and baklava at a cafe attached to an old mosque on the corner.
+ We went back early, to wait for her brother to arrive. (He's spending the next few days with her, and then they go home together on Wednesday. She leaves Paris after a year, he after 5 days.) He showed up around 5, we hung out and talked, then finally went out to do dinner, which consisted of: a baguette, various cheeses, and a bottle of white wine.
*+ We brought our food to a park across from Notre Dame and had our wonderfully Parisian dinner as they caught up and Michael told me all sorts of cool and interesting things. (He's an architect, so the stuff about Notre Dame was cool, but he also knows a lot about a lot of different things, including anthropology and linguistics!)
+ After wandering and showing him a little bit of Paris, we went to the cinema (apparently a very French thing to do) to see The Artist!
+ After which, we got more crepes and sat for another cider (and he got a beer) at the jazz club, then finally made it back and I collapsed into sleep.
Today (Friday):
+ I awoke at 7.15, got on the metro at 7.45, made it to Gare du Nord by myself and got on the train back home. I have been wandering, doing errands, and catching up on things here all day.
Monday, May 21, 2012
“London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.”*
I'm off to Paris tomorrow! La belle ville!
My French is terribly rusty. When Lauren came to visit, I found that I can understand it much better than I can speak it. She only spoke in French at one point and while I didn't catch all the vocab, I remembered the basics and understood what she was saying.
I'm very excited. I leave early tomorrow morning to hop on the Eurostar train (that goes through the Chunnel!) and I arrive at Gare du Nord around lunchtime. I return early Friday morning, but until that time, I am staying with Lauren and filling myself with crepes (Nutella and banana crepes! oh heaven!) and croissants and coffee (or real chocolat chaud; it's basically a melted chocolate bar in a cup) and filling my time with Montmartre (the artist's area) and Notre Dame and Oscar Wilde's grave in Pere Lachaise and wherever else Lauren decides to take me. I am so ready for Paris in the springtime.
After I handed my paper in this morning, it's been a fairly lazy day, but I'm ready to go again. Jules said something that's stuck with me and has been in my head all day today: since arriving for our semesters, she's slowed down and I've sped up, to match where we live. It's completely true. (Very on-the-nose for an early-ish-morning comment.) I wrote a few pages worth on this topic in my journal, but I think the most important part is that, while I need to chill out and recharge my batteries, living a life of not going places and of having a set routine and of living in a place where people don't have a sense of the desperate need to move or impatience--it would be relaxing, but I would go stir-crazy inside of a week. **
I like slow, I like calm, I like peace, but I've been thriving on gogogo and then a quick rest for a couple days and then doing it all over again. Even doing not-terribly-exciting/new things like sitting in Trafalgar Square and writing or in Hyde Park and reading or just wandering places I've already been, once I settled into the stride, I've been thriving on the energy of the city. Chill in a pub for an hour, sure, but you can bet that as soon as I step into the noise and the crowd again, I'm swerving and swimming through people, pacing, fasterfastermoremore.
Basically, I'm very excited for Paris and I'm not sure how I'm going to adjust to being home in a few weeks' time.
* G. K. Chesterton. Today has been a day of discovering new quotes that define me.
** Darling Julianna, if you are reading this, you know I don't mean it as an insult to Lampy. I mean you're right, my personality would not fit in Lampeter after having this semester as an experience. And you would absolutely hate London after another week of tourist clumps and snotty locals. We are where we were meant to be.
My French is terribly rusty. When Lauren came to visit, I found that I can understand it much better than I can speak it. She only spoke in French at one point and while I didn't catch all the vocab, I remembered the basics and understood what she was saying.
I'm very excited. I leave early tomorrow morning to hop on the Eurostar train (that goes through the Chunnel!) and I arrive at Gare du Nord around lunchtime. I return early Friday morning, but until that time, I am staying with Lauren and filling myself with crepes (Nutella and banana crepes! oh heaven!) and croissants and coffee (or real chocolat chaud; it's basically a melted chocolate bar in a cup) and filling my time with Montmartre (the artist's area) and Notre Dame and Oscar Wilde's grave in Pere Lachaise and wherever else Lauren decides to take me. I am so ready for Paris in the springtime.
After I handed my paper in this morning, it's been a fairly lazy day, but I'm ready to go again. Jules said something that's stuck with me and has been in my head all day today: since arriving for our semesters, she's slowed down and I've sped up, to match where we live. It's completely true. (Very on-the-nose for an early-ish-morning comment.) I wrote a few pages worth on this topic in my journal, but I think the most important part is that, while I need to chill out and recharge my batteries, living a life of not going places and of having a set routine and of living in a place where people don't have a sense of the desperate need to move or impatience--it would be relaxing, but I would go stir-crazy inside of a week. **
I like slow, I like calm, I like peace, but I've been thriving on gogogo and then a quick rest for a couple days and then doing it all over again. Even doing not-terribly-exciting/new things like sitting in Trafalgar Square and writing or in Hyde Park and reading or just wandering places I've already been, once I settled into the stride, I've been thriving on the energy of the city. Chill in a pub for an hour, sure, but you can bet that as soon as I step into the noise and the crowd again, I'm swerving and swimming through people, pacing, fasterfastermoremore.
Basically, I'm very excited for Paris and I'm not sure how I'm going to adjust to being home in a few weeks' time.
* G. K. Chesterton. Today has been a day of discovering new quotes that define me.
** Darling Julianna, if you are reading this, you know I don't mean it as an insult to Lampy. I mean you're right, my personality would not fit in Lampeter after having this semester as an experience. And you would absolutely hate London after another week of tourist clumps and snotty locals. We are where we were meant to be.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
"You can never be overdressed or overeducated."*
Taking a break from editing my sci-fi essay to write up this weekend's excursions. (All I have left is the bibliography, easily the most irritating part, so I'm only procrastinating on that...)
Julianna arrived on Thursday! She left this morning, but we had all day Friday and Saturday, plus hours and hours on Thursday night to catch up. (At the Sherlock Holmes pub, hee!)
When I texted Jules last week with the instruction, "Start making a list of things you want to do in London," she sent back with only two words: "Westminster Abbey." She'd already done all the touristy things before, so WA is the only thing she needed to do. So we did that on Friday and she told me all sorts of things about the architecture and the churches of the time and it was cool. (She's a medievalist...) After that, we hit up a new pub, then I took her around various parts of London. We saw the Twinings store, and then wandered Covent Garden, and made our way over to Soho and finally all the way back down to take the train home. We ordered Indian and ate and drank and enjoyed ourselves immensely.
Saturday (yesterday? Oh, goodness, it was yesterday, phew) we did awesome things. Not that wandering around London isn't awesome (it's one of my favorite activities), but yesterday was even awesomer. First, at 11 am, there was the Oscar Wilde London Tour. Yes. That's right. A man dressed as Oscar Wilde (Alan is the best ever, with a shiny waistcoat and two green carnations in his buttonholes and a bowler hat) took us around Mayfair and the uppity part of London and showed us places where my main man Oscar Wilde frequented.
One of the things I love most about the topics I love (literature, authors, dramatists, actors, literary figures and fictional characters) is that I keep learning new things about them. I've done research papers on Mr. Wilde, I've read most of his works (some, multiple times), I use his epigrams whenever they're relevant (the title of this post is always relevant), but there is so much more to him than I could ever learn. Alan, wrapping up his tour, told us he stumbled into the Wilde family five decades ago and stayed close ever since--and he's admitted even he doesn't know everything about Mr. Wilde. (He was amazing; a real love of his topic, a good voice, contagious smile and bright green eyes that sparkled like I imagine Wilde's would have, like he has a great many secrets and if you ask him nicely, he might tell you one of them, or he might pull your leg.)
After that wonderful two hours finished, we made our way up to Camden Market. The complete opposite of Mr. Wilde's high-falutin' London, Camden is an amazing, amazing place and Jules loved it, thankfully. (Actually, I'm not sure if Wilde would have approved because it's so unique and interesting and interesting people are the only people worth surrounding yourself with...or disapproved because it's not at all high society. It's punks and goths and purple hair and corsets and piercings in places that shouldn't be exposed to the air and it's crazy--his sort of people in spirit, certainly, but not in aesthetic taste.)
A whole afternoon of Camden and we made our way back to Berrylands, where we stopped in at The Berry. I didn't know till we got there that the Chelsea-Munich Champions League Final was last night--so we stayed for that. It was quite the spectacle. Two plates of chips, four pints, and 4-3 goals in extra time later, Chelsea won and the place exploded into cheers and applause and singing. I think Jules and I had more fun watching the crowd than watching the game--and I like football!
Now she is currently on a train back to Wales (for her last week! Eeep!) and I am sitting in my room, sticking my tongue out at the silly need academics have of sourcing material. Sigh. Back to compiling a list of all the places I stole things from.
* Oscar Wilde. One of my absolute favorite of his epigrams. As I said earlier, it's always relevant to my life.
Julianna arrived on Thursday! She left this morning, but we had all day Friday and Saturday, plus hours and hours on Thursday night to catch up. (At the Sherlock Holmes pub, hee!)
When I texted Jules last week with the instruction, "Start making a list of things you want to do in London," she sent back with only two words: "Westminster Abbey." She'd already done all the touristy things before, so WA is the only thing she needed to do. So we did that on Friday and she told me all sorts of things about the architecture and the churches of the time and it was cool. (She's a medievalist...) After that, we hit up a new pub, then I took her around various parts of London. We saw the Twinings store, and then wandered Covent Garden, and made our way over to Soho and finally all the way back down to take the train home. We ordered Indian and ate and drank and enjoyed ourselves immensely.
Saturday (yesterday? Oh, goodness, it was yesterday, phew) we did awesome things. Not that wandering around London isn't awesome (it's one of my favorite activities), but yesterday was even awesomer. First, at 11 am, there was the Oscar Wilde London Tour. Yes. That's right. A man dressed as Oscar Wilde (Alan is the best ever, with a shiny waistcoat and two green carnations in his buttonholes and a bowler hat) took us around Mayfair and the uppity part of London and showed us places where my main man Oscar Wilde frequented.
One of the things I love most about the topics I love (literature, authors, dramatists, actors, literary figures and fictional characters) is that I keep learning new things about them. I've done research papers on Mr. Wilde, I've read most of his works (some, multiple times), I use his epigrams whenever they're relevant (the title of this post is always relevant), but there is so much more to him than I could ever learn. Alan, wrapping up his tour, told us he stumbled into the Wilde family five decades ago and stayed close ever since--and he's admitted even he doesn't know everything about Mr. Wilde. (He was amazing; a real love of his topic, a good voice, contagious smile and bright green eyes that sparkled like I imagine Wilde's would have, like he has a great many secrets and if you ask him nicely, he might tell you one of them, or he might pull your leg.)
After that wonderful two hours finished, we made our way up to Camden Market. The complete opposite of Mr. Wilde's high-falutin' London, Camden is an amazing, amazing place and Jules loved it, thankfully. (Actually, I'm not sure if Wilde would have approved because it's so unique and interesting and interesting people are the only people worth surrounding yourself with...or disapproved because it's not at all high society. It's punks and goths and purple hair and corsets and piercings in places that shouldn't be exposed to the air and it's crazy--his sort of people in spirit, certainly, but not in aesthetic taste.)
A whole afternoon of Camden and we made our way back to Berrylands, where we stopped in at The Berry. I didn't know till we got there that the Chelsea-Munich Champions League Final was last night--so we stayed for that. It was quite the spectacle. Two plates of chips, four pints, and 4-3 goals in extra time later, Chelsea won and the place exploded into cheers and applause and singing. I think Jules and I had more fun watching the crowd than watching the game--and I like football!
Now she is currently on a train back to Wales (for her last week! Eeep!) and I am sitting in my room, sticking my tongue out at the silly need academics have of sourcing material. Sigh. Back to compiling a list of all the places I stole things from.
* Oscar Wilde. One of my absolute favorite of his epigrams. As I said earlier, it's always relevant to my life.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
"Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms."*
Secondary Title: Adventures in England!
Bella and I met up at Surbiton Station around 10 yesterday morning and hopped on the Southwest Trains service to Guildford. From Guildford, we bought a return ticket to Crowthorne and, since we missed the 11.09, we wandered around Guildford the town for a little while, until the 12.09 train. Guildford is a cute little town, with a shopping mall and a high street and a Wetherspoons on the corner.
12.09 First Great Western train to Crowthorne. We couldn't figure out which way to go from the station; this was a bit of my fault, since I'd looked at the map, but I didn't think to print it out and it looked a lot different. After some dithering this way and that, we walked down Duke's Ride and, instead of continuing on straight like we should have to reach the High Street, we turned left on New Wokingham Road. After a little while of wandering down that way (towards Wokingham and away from Crowthorne), we took a right and followed that and ended up wandering through the suburbs. Cute little place, much different from the suburbs here, more like my street at home. Bigger houses, not connected to each other like the houses here, non-cookie cutter, big lawns. A nice place to raise a family.
Interestingly, most of the houses had their own names, which I thought was really cool. We passed The Whispers and Pinecroft and The Mount, to name just a few.
Finally, somehow, we made it to Old Wokingham Road and followed it back towards the town. Town to the right, Bracknell Forest to the left, which could come in handy. Took a stroll up the High Street (a few shops, a couple restaurants, two banks, a library and a couple churches) and then back to the pub on the corner of Duke's Ride and High Street. The Prince, nice place, good food.
From there, we followed Upper Broadmoor Road up to the Broadmoor Hospital. On the way up, we passed a hearse and a funeral procession; I'm not sure if it came from the Hospital or beyond. The wiki article described the Hospital as looking like a prison, and it does. High brick walls, a fenced-in field nearby that looked a little mangy...it was cool to get a visual on the setting, but not as exciting as I thought it would be. Still a nice walk, though.
We then made our way back to the train station (which is at the other end of the area; this will have to be fixed in my story) and then back to Guildford and then back to Surbiton.
Things to work out in my story:
+ Train station is far away from the main town
+ Dig site: field next to Hospital? Or nearer to Bracknell Forest?
+ Locals: uneasy, wary? Or invested in the project? Or both?
So that was a fun excursion. Today I'm to finish my sci-fi essay (once and for all!) and then Jules is arriving around dinnertime!
* Title is from the Sherlock Holmes story The Greek Interpreter; Holmes is discussing his brother Mycroft, his mother, and his ancestry from a French painter. It has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but I read an interview yesterday in which the interviewee used this quote and it's been stuck in my head ever since.
Bella and I met up at Surbiton Station around 10 yesterday morning and hopped on the Southwest Trains service to Guildford. From Guildford, we bought a return ticket to Crowthorne and, since we missed the 11.09, we wandered around Guildford the town for a little while, until the 12.09 train. Guildford is a cute little town, with a shopping mall and a high street and a Wetherspoons on the corner.
12.09 First Great Western train to Crowthorne. We couldn't figure out which way to go from the station; this was a bit of my fault, since I'd looked at the map, but I didn't think to print it out and it looked a lot different. After some dithering this way and that, we walked down Duke's Ride and, instead of continuing on straight like we should have to reach the High Street, we turned left on New Wokingham Road. After a little while of wandering down that way (towards Wokingham and away from Crowthorne), we took a right and followed that and ended up wandering through the suburbs. Cute little place, much different from the suburbs here, more like my street at home. Bigger houses, not connected to each other like the houses here, non-cookie cutter, big lawns. A nice place to raise a family.
Interestingly, most of the houses had their own names, which I thought was really cool. We passed The Whispers and Pinecroft and The Mount, to name just a few.
Finally, somehow, we made it to Old Wokingham Road and followed it back towards the town. Town to the right, Bracknell Forest to the left, which could come in handy. Took a stroll up the High Street (a few shops, a couple restaurants, two banks, a library and a couple churches) and then back to the pub on the corner of Duke's Ride and High Street. The Prince, nice place, good food.
From there, we followed Upper Broadmoor Road up to the Broadmoor Hospital. On the way up, we passed a hearse and a funeral procession; I'm not sure if it came from the Hospital or beyond. The wiki article described the Hospital as looking like a prison, and it does. High brick walls, a fenced-in field nearby that looked a little mangy...it was cool to get a visual on the setting, but not as exciting as I thought it would be. Still a nice walk, though.
We then made our way back to the train station (which is at the other end of the area; this will have to be fixed in my story) and then back to Guildford and then back to Surbiton.
Things to work out in my story:
+ Train station is far away from the main town
+ Dig site: field next to Hospital? Or nearer to Bracknell Forest?
+ Locals: uneasy, wary? Or invested in the project? Or both?
So that was a fun excursion. Today I'm to finish my sci-fi essay (once and for all!) and then Jules is arriving around dinnertime!
* Title is from the Sherlock Holmes story The Greek Interpreter; Holmes is discussing his brother Mycroft, his mother, and his ancestry from a French painter. It has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but I read an interview yesterday in which the interviewee used this quote and it's been stuck in my head ever since.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Is hail normal for England in the springtime?
So, today did not go as I planned it a couple days ago.
Bella and I were all set to meet up and maybe go to Hampton Court, to talk about the remainder of our time here and just generally hang out. Just as I went for a shower last night, I get a text. "Want to go see the Queen tomorrow?" Say what? "The Queen is gonna be at Richmond Park tomorrow at 2.30." So we decided that yes, we did want to see the Queen.
This morning, I handed in my Shakespeare essay, returned the books to the library, and topped up my mobile, and I was still early. So I hung about watching a crazy violinist busker, who reminded me of my friend Caleb from high school, until she showed up. We went to get food and I texted Melissa (family friend who's now in London for a little while) that I was going to be in her neck of the woods. We made tentative plans to meet at the carousel (I didn't know where that would be, but sure, let's say the carousel).
Bella and I took the bus to Richmond (oh, adorable! So very stereotypically English) and got off right across from a super-cute-looking pub called the Fox and Duck, which had a string of tiny Union Jacks all across the front. For those unaware, this year is the Queen's Diamond Jubilee--60 years of reigning for QE2. 3 June there will be a flotilla up the river and I'm hoping to head into Kingston to see it and fun stuff is happening all over the place. It's really just an excuse to get together and party. (I've seen a fair few "street party" signs; there's one happening at The Berry, which I might go to)
Anyway, we find the entrance and follow a whole bunch of people who have Union Jack wellies and raincoats and generally seem to be people also going to see the Queen. And as we're walking up the hill--it starts to rain. And then hail. And the path is muddy and I'm trying to balance my brolly in the wind as well as myself in the mud. It sounds awful, but it was actually quite fun.
So we get to the top of the hill and there's a large group of people and a couple policemen. We assume this is the place, but then the bobbies (ha, finally I get to say that!) say this is the queue for the buses to take us down to the actual site. So we keep walking. The rain lessens as we arrive at the center of everything, where three things happen: a guy passing says we've just missed the Queen; Melissa and I find each other; and we learn there's going to be a ballet performance and the Queen will be in attendance.
So we wander through the crowd--a carousel, lots of booths, lots of activities, apparently this was a big deal and I don't even know what it was for, quite honestly. I think Bella said it was a celebration-thing of all the Royal Parks and Richmond is the biggest.--and make our way to the main stage. I'm short and so I can barely see the stage itself and I certainly can't see all the royalty as they make their way to the front of the crowd. I caught a glimpse of Princess Alexandra (I think?) and there were lots of photos taken by Bella and Melissa, both of whom are taller than I. Then finally, the Queen walks by to loads of cheers, and I saw her head!
Just as we were debating what we were to do, the Royal Ballet School starts in on the peasant dance from Swan Lake. I'm terribly excited and even though I can't see all that much, it was still lovely!
As they finish and ballet-run off the stage, it starts to rain. And hail. And blow like a hurricane. Somehow, we make it to the bus queue without any major damage. And then the attendant says that after the one coach leaves, they're shutting this road down, so to go this one way. We decide to go back the way we came, all three of us, on the road their shutting down.
When we get to an intersection in the middle, we learn the reason they've shut the road down: the royal train is coming this way! So we get in line, standing at the edge of the road, cameras in one hand and umbrellas in the other. I didn't manage to get a good picture of the Queen; I got a picture of the front of her Range Rover and the next car that went by. But as I looked up after taking the first picture, the Queen was waving at us! And I totally made eye contact!
I've never really had much interest in the Royal Family; they're royalty and that's cool, but I didn't get up at 5 am to watch Will & Kate's wedding or anything. But it was so cool!
So yeah, that was awesome. Next on the agenda is heading to Crowthorne tomorrow, and dragging Bella with me. Last semester, I started writing a story (I always seem to be starting stories...) and went researching towns close enough to London to justify putting it in the story and also just a cool place to set the scene. I landed on Crowthorne, which has the Broadmoor Psychiatric Hospital, where part of my story is taking place. I just started writing it again, and I figured, I'm here, why not go see it? It's only an hour and a half away, I think, so that should be good. I get to take the train, see a cute little English town, probably hit up a pub and stand outside Broadmoor, then go home. I'm excited.
Bella and I were all set to meet up and maybe go to Hampton Court, to talk about the remainder of our time here and just generally hang out. Just as I went for a shower last night, I get a text. "Want to go see the Queen tomorrow?" Say what? "The Queen is gonna be at Richmond Park tomorrow at 2.30." So we decided that yes, we did want to see the Queen.
This morning, I handed in my Shakespeare essay, returned the books to the library, and topped up my mobile, and I was still early. So I hung about watching a crazy violinist busker, who reminded me of my friend Caleb from high school, until she showed up. We went to get food and I texted Melissa (family friend who's now in London for a little while) that I was going to be in her neck of the woods. We made tentative plans to meet at the carousel (I didn't know where that would be, but sure, let's say the carousel).
Bella and I took the bus to Richmond (oh, adorable! So very stereotypically English) and got off right across from a super-cute-looking pub called the Fox and Duck, which had a string of tiny Union Jacks all across the front. For those unaware, this year is the Queen's Diamond Jubilee--60 years of reigning for QE2. 3 June there will be a flotilla up the river and I'm hoping to head into Kingston to see it and fun stuff is happening all over the place. It's really just an excuse to get together and party. (I've seen a fair few "street party" signs; there's one happening at The Berry, which I might go to)
Anyway, we find the entrance and follow a whole bunch of people who have Union Jack wellies and raincoats and generally seem to be people also going to see the Queen. And as we're walking up the hill--it starts to rain. And then hail. And the path is muddy and I'm trying to balance my brolly in the wind as well as myself in the mud. It sounds awful, but it was actually quite fun.
So we get to the top of the hill and there's a large group of people and a couple policemen. We assume this is the place, but then the bobbies (ha, finally I get to say that!) say this is the queue for the buses to take us down to the actual site. So we keep walking. The rain lessens as we arrive at the center of everything, where three things happen: a guy passing says we've just missed the Queen; Melissa and I find each other; and we learn there's going to be a ballet performance and the Queen will be in attendance.
So we wander through the crowd--a carousel, lots of booths, lots of activities, apparently this was a big deal and I don't even know what it was for, quite honestly. I think Bella said it was a celebration-thing of all the Royal Parks and Richmond is the biggest.--and make our way to the main stage. I'm short and so I can barely see the stage itself and I certainly can't see all the royalty as they make their way to the front of the crowd. I caught a glimpse of Princess Alexandra (I think?) and there were lots of photos taken by Bella and Melissa, both of whom are taller than I. Then finally, the Queen walks by to loads of cheers, and I saw her head!
Just as we were debating what we were to do, the Royal Ballet School starts in on the peasant dance from Swan Lake. I'm terribly excited and even though I can't see all that much, it was still lovely!
As they finish and ballet-run off the stage, it starts to rain. And hail. And blow like a hurricane. Somehow, we make it to the bus queue without any major damage. And then the attendant says that after the one coach leaves, they're shutting this road down, so to go this one way. We decide to go back the way we came, all three of us, on the road their shutting down.
When we get to an intersection in the middle, we learn the reason they've shut the road down: the royal train is coming this way! So we get in line, standing at the edge of the road, cameras in one hand and umbrellas in the other. I didn't manage to get a good picture of the Queen; I got a picture of the front of her Range Rover and the next car that went by. But as I looked up after taking the first picture, the Queen was waving at us! And I totally made eye contact!
I've never really had much interest in the Royal Family; they're royalty and that's cool, but I didn't get up at 5 am to watch Will & Kate's wedding or anything. But it was so cool!
So yeah, that was awesome. Next on the agenda is heading to Crowthorne tomorrow, and dragging Bella with me. Last semester, I started writing a story (I always seem to be starting stories...) and went researching towns close enough to London to justify putting it in the story and also just a cool place to set the scene. I landed on Crowthorne, which has the Broadmoor Psychiatric Hospital, where part of my story is taking place. I just started writing it again, and I figured, I'm here, why not go see it? It's only an hour and a half away, I think, so that should be good. I get to take the train, see a cute little English town, probably hit up a pub and stand outside Broadmoor, then go home. I'm excited.
Friday, May 11, 2012
"It is a hobby of mine to have an exact knowledge of London."*
Today has been a very rad day.
- Took the 11 train into Waterloo, walked around (like I do), passed the Benjamin Franklin house, ended up in a pub in Covent Garden.
- The Lamb and Flag, which boasts having been there since the days of Charles II and being a favorite watering hole of various poets. Tried a new cider--Addlestone's--which wasn't as good as my usuals.
- Had a good view of a slice of Garrick Street and people coming and going through a little alleyway right next to the pub (I was dying to find out what was through there, so I followed it after lunch) and some flats. Good place for people watching.
- Followed the little alleyway to Long Acre, the Covent Garden main shopping street; not the plaza, but a shopping street with fairly trendy shops (H&M, for example). Followed it until it turned into Great Queen St., just after Drury Lane.
- Followed Gt. Queen St all the way to Kingsway, which connects to places I've been before, and then I was back on the Strand, making a giant circle.
- From there, down to Trafalgar Square for a little while, where I went into Waterstone's (the bookstore) intending to buy a new Moleskine because I'm almost done with my current one...and walked out with a book called London Belongs to Me by Norman Collins. I've only read the preface (about London) and the first chapter and I already adore it.
- Finally made it to the Wetherspoons on Whitehall that my parents were talking about. I had time to kill before I had to meet my Understanding Britain professor/class for a Very Special Thing, so I took time to have a little Thatcher's Gold and write my journal and pour over my London A-Z.
- I tried to figure out how much of London I haven't seen and it's about as much as I have! Also, Kingston and Surbiton and Berrylands are all in my London A-Z, which I didn't know.
- Walked down Whitehall to Parliament Square and headed across the road to Parliament itself because....
- My UB professor had gotten us a guided tour through the Houses of Parliament!
- So that was completely awesome. We couldn't see as much as we normally would have, since the session just opened a couple days ago and so some places were out of bounds. But still, I walked through one of the most iconic places, if not the most iconic and important place in London and England and Britain and the former British Empire. Amazing.
- The sun was still shining when we finished our tour around dinnertime. I walked back across Westminster Bridge and was deciding whether to dawdle and catch the next train or hurryscurry and try to make the 6.30. Ended up saying I'd wait till 7 and chilled on the South Bank for a little while before I realized I was hungry.
- Got a hot dog and a Magners for dinner from the cart and sat on the railing.
- Ended up missing the 7, which was fine with me, because it was still sunshiney and gorgeous and so I wandered down the South Bank and ended up seeing some fun people doing fun things. Got some more nice shots of the late sun over the Thames.
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| The Eye, Westminster Bridge and Parliament/Big Ben from the Golden Jubilee Bridge |
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| Northumberland Ave (straight) and a street I don't know (left) from the steps of the Golden Jubilee Bridge |
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| Flags (in preparation for the Jubilee?) from Leicester Square to Piccadilly |
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| The glorious spire of Big Ben...from inside the grounds of Parliament! |
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| The back of the Eye, near Waterloo Station
*Title a Sherlock Holmes quote, from The Red-Headed League
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
Things I Love Thursdays!
Right, so, those who don't know my other blog won't know about TILT. Things I Love Thursdays is a thing I picked up from fashion/lifestyle/inspirational blogger Gala Darling and something I have been very lax in doing since I got to Kingston. It's mainly just a list a things that have made you happy for the week, as a way of positive thinking, of putting yourself in a good mood, and of focusing on the good.
I had a very strange day. It won't go down as one of the best I've had here; I can't complain, in that I'm still in England doing things I enjoy, but certain things made me a bit of an unhappy bunny. Talking to Danes made me feel better and so did making this video.
I figured those who don't get regular skype sessions with me might like to see/hear me; rather than just reading my ramblings, you can now experience them in sound and color!
I do realize I'm making a very silly face in the picture; and I do realize I used real names. (Sorry, guys!) But this is my TILT for the week.
I had a very strange day. It won't go down as one of the best I've had here; I can't complain, in that I'm still in England doing things I enjoy, but certain things made me a bit of an unhappy bunny. Talking to Danes made me feel better and so did making this video.
I figured those who don't get regular skype sessions with me might like to see/hear me; rather than just reading my ramblings, you can now experience them in sound and color!
I do realize I'm making a very silly face in the picture; and I do realize I used real names. (Sorry, guys!) But this is my TILT for the week.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Bear with me, I need more tea.
This is me taking a break from my TV final to just to write out my thoughts, figure out things to do for the last few weeks I'm here, and also to let you know what I'm thinking of doing, in case I get too busy to blog about it.
Right, back to writing about how commercials sell you the ideology first and the product second.
- May 18-20/21, Jules is coming to visit!
- Whenever she leaves, I leave too, to go to Paris for a couple (maybe three) days to visit Lauren.
- When I get back, Bella and I want to do some exploring of England. Thoughts for myself and maybe her, if she wants to do them:
- I really want to go visit the North York Moors.
- Train up to Whitby costs anywhere from 37-57 pounds, depending on the day and on/off peak
- The North Yorkshire Moors Railway looks so freaking cool. Ian, you'll like this: it's a preserved steam railway running through the moors. There's a line that goes Whitby-Pickering (or Pickering-Whitby), takes 1.40, according to the timetable. I'd have to find somewhere to stay, which would possibly be the most expensive part.
- Bella wants to do Brighton. That's easily a day trip and sounds fun.
- I'd like to go down to Devon and go to Torquay, also known as the place where Agatha Christie lived. Probably not as doable.
- I still need to go see Chris Peck and the Family Tree, hopefully on 31 May
- Christopher Eccleston in Antigone opens 26 May and runs until after I leave
- I need to go on the Oscar Wilde London walk, only on Saturday mornings.
Right, back to writing about how commercials sell you the ideology first and the product second.
Midnight Blogging
Things have happened. I won't guarantee they're all particularly interesting things, but they are things nonetheless and you all like it when I talk about things.
+ The host family was away this weekend and so I had the place to myself. Except at night, when I was terrified of my reflection in all the mirrors and darkened windows in the old, creaky house, it was nice to be alone. I finally felt comfortable. Not that they haven't been the nicest, sweetest host family I could hope for, but I'm essentially invading their house. It's uncomfortable, even if they're super lovely, which they are. Anyway, that was nice. Bella came over on Friday and we ordered pizza and watched Top Gear specials on the On Demand on telly and that was good.
+ Bella and I also went to a special screening of the play Look Back in Anger, starring an actor we like (David Tennant) and an actress I like but haven't seen nearly enough of (Kelly Reilly). It's a truly stunning play and I was incredibly excited when one of the original actors (the second man to play the main character on the stage in the late 50s) came to talk about the play. He didn't say much about the version we were watching, but that's alright, it was still fascinating.
+ The younger daughter of one of my dad's best friends has landed safely in London. Due to things, we haven't been able to meet up, but we shall at some point and I shall welcome her to my city properly.
+ The weather has been bizarre lately (It was incredibly cold this weekend and most days there are fits and starts of rain, tempered with bright sunshine and birds chirping. Odd) and made even more so by my research this evening. I''ve been working on my Shakespeare paper (and by working, I mean, do a bit of research, go on facebook, write 100 words, go on tumblr...) and we must talk about all three plays. Tonight was King Lear, in which there is a truly cool passage about the storm that is raging on the moor. I may not particularly like Lear (the play or the character), but it's a great passage, especially after you've seen Ian McKellen doing it for the RSC performance. So good.
Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th'world!
Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once
That makes ingrateful man!
Of course, it's been lightly pitter-pattering rain and you can hardly call it a storm, let alone a violent rage such as that, but it's still a cool passage.
+ Bella and I are in the midst of deciding more travel plans. I think we've ruled out Malta (don't get me wrong, it'd be cool, but she wanted to go to a beach and I think that's silly, because you can go to beaches anywhere in the states. There are many other places we can't go when we get back home) and we're thinking of traveling around England more. She wants to go to Brighton, I want to go up north, to the moors...we'll figure it out.
+ Slightly disappointing, but I'll figure it out: the National Theatre is screening Frankenstein (starring that actor I like, Benedict Cumberbatch, as both/either the Creature or Victor Frankenstein) in both the UK and the US. Unfortunately, I looked at the dates and the ones in London are after I leave and the ones in New York are before I come back. There are two dates in Boston in late June, though, so maybe I'll see if my parents (who are most likely reading this) want to go? *hem hem*
+ And the most exciting thing, I've saved for last. It's not technically "official," in that the office hasn't sent out the letter to tell me on official letterhead yet, but I will definitely be Denice's research assistant come fall. And, the best part is, I get money for doing it! So yay! That's exciting.
+ The host family was away this weekend and so I had the place to myself. Except at night, when I was terrified of my reflection in all the mirrors and darkened windows in the old, creaky house, it was nice to be alone. I finally felt comfortable. Not that they haven't been the nicest, sweetest host family I could hope for, but I'm essentially invading their house. It's uncomfortable, even if they're super lovely, which they are. Anyway, that was nice. Bella came over on Friday and we ordered pizza and watched Top Gear specials on the On Demand on telly and that was good.
+ Bella and I also went to a special screening of the play Look Back in Anger, starring an actor we like (David Tennant) and an actress I like but haven't seen nearly enough of (Kelly Reilly). It's a truly stunning play and I was incredibly excited when one of the original actors (the second man to play the main character on the stage in the late 50s) came to talk about the play. He didn't say much about the version we were watching, but that's alright, it was still fascinating.
+ The younger daughter of one of my dad's best friends has landed safely in London. Due to things, we haven't been able to meet up, but we shall at some point and I shall welcome her to my city properly.
+ The weather has been bizarre lately (It was incredibly cold this weekend and most days there are fits and starts of rain, tempered with bright sunshine and birds chirping. Odd) and made even more so by my research this evening. I''ve been working on my Shakespeare paper (and by working, I mean, do a bit of research, go on facebook, write 100 words, go on tumblr...) and we must talk about all three plays. Tonight was King Lear, in which there is a truly cool passage about the storm that is raging on the moor. I may not particularly like Lear (the play or the character), but it's a great passage, especially after you've seen Ian McKellen doing it for the RSC performance. So good.
Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th'world!
Crack Nature's moulds, all germens spill at once
That makes ingrateful man!
Of course, it's been lightly pitter-pattering rain and you can hardly call it a storm, let alone a violent rage such as that, but it's still a cool passage.
+ Bella and I are in the midst of deciding more travel plans. I think we've ruled out Malta (don't get me wrong, it'd be cool, but she wanted to go to a beach and I think that's silly, because you can go to beaches anywhere in the states. There are many other places we can't go when we get back home) and we're thinking of traveling around England more. She wants to go to Brighton, I want to go up north, to the moors...we'll figure it out.
+ Slightly disappointing, but I'll figure it out: the National Theatre is screening Frankenstein (starring that actor I like, Benedict Cumberbatch, as both/either the Creature or Victor Frankenstein) in both the UK and the US. Unfortunately, I looked at the dates and the ones in London are after I leave and the ones in New York are before I come back. There are two dates in Boston in late June, though, so maybe I'll see if my parents (who are most likely reading this) want to go? *hem hem*
+ And the most exciting thing, I've saved for last. It's not technically "official," in that the office hasn't sent out the letter to tell me on official letterhead yet, but I will definitely be Denice's research assistant come fall. And, the best part is, I get money for doing it! So yay! That's exciting.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
The beginning of the end already?
Perfect weather for such a sentiment. It's not quite raining, but it's not quite dry, and it's rather brisk.
Yesterday was my last Shakespeare class, in which we did a practical acting class and I found that going slow and whispering is so much more threatening than yelling and gesturing wildly. (To be fair, gesturing is something I do generally, it's not an affectation. I sat on my hands and it came out surprisingly well, for all I say I can't think or speak without my hands.)
Today was my last TV class with Ian, which is actually rather sad. I'm not coming back for his Detective TV class in the fall and I'll likely not see him ever again after I leave. This is rather depressing as he's come to be at the same level as Denice (my anthropology prof you've all no doubt heard so much about from me) and Wes, my favorite professors from back home. Almost everything he says is completely fascinating (Shakespeare, etymology, French, literature, fiction as a truth-telling medium, etc), even if I think half of it is BS.
I was supposed to meet with him to talk about ~my future~ (dun dun DUN) after class today, but as the end of the semester is rather busy, instead he gave me his cell number and said, "Send me a text and we'll meet up, you can meet my baby [his 2 year old daughter Venus], have a cup of tea and we can talk about your future." I love it when grown-ups I admire/respect treat me as one of their own, on their level. I've been spoiled by my parents and our family friends; I enjoy being treated as a peer to people who've been out of school longer than I've been alive.
After which, I ended up at the Surbiton Wetherspoons and enjoyed their "Curry Club Thursdays," which is a curry dish, a drink and a cheaper-priced dessert, all for one low price. Chicken Tikka Masala that tasted better than the food from proper Indian restaurants I've had here and Strongbow actually goes really well with Sticky Toffee pudding. Just in case you were wondering.
And now I'm home and about to start work on my TV final essay, which we've been discussing for the past couple weeks. And later today I get to talk to Danes! It's been ages since we could properly Skype and yesterday was our two-year anniversary, yay! ♥
Yesterday was my last Shakespeare class, in which we did a practical acting class and I found that going slow and whispering is so much more threatening than yelling and gesturing wildly. (To be fair, gesturing is something I do generally, it's not an affectation. I sat on my hands and it came out surprisingly well, for all I say I can't think or speak without my hands.)
Today was my last TV class with Ian, which is actually rather sad. I'm not coming back for his Detective TV class in the fall and I'll likely not see him ever again after I leave. This is rather depressing as he's come to be at the same level as Denice (my anthropology prof you've all no doubt heard so much about from me) and Wes, my favorite professors from back home. Almost everything he says is completely fascinating (Shakespeare, etymology, French, literature, fiction as a truth-telling medium, etc), even if I think half of it is BS.
I was supposed to meet with him to talk about ~my future~ (dun dun DUN) after class today, but as the end of the semester is rather busy, instead he gave me his cell number and said, "Send me a text and we'll meet up, you can meet my baby [his 2 year old daughter Venus], have a cup of tea and we can talk about your future." I love it when grown-ups I admire/respect treat me as one of their own, on their level. I've been spoiled by my parents and our family friends; I enjoy being treated as a peer to people who've been out of school longer than I've been alive.
After which, I ended up at the Surbiton Wetherspoons and enjoyed their "Curry Club Thursdays," which is a curry dish, a drink and a cheaper-priced dessert, all for one low price. Chicken Tikka Masala that tasted better than the food from proper Indian restaurants I've had here and Strongbow actually goes really well with Sticky Toffee pudding. Just in case you were wondering.
And now I'm home and about to start work on my TV final essay, which we've been discussing for the past couple weeks. And later today I get to talk to Danes! It's been ages since we could properly Skype and yesterday was our two-year anniversary, yay! ♥
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