Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2009

Some Food (or...Words...) for Thought

I was reading excerpts from Charles Baudelaire's The Painter of Modern Life for my Literature and Visual Culture class last night, and I came across the following quote:

"But genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will - a childhood now equipped for self-expression with manhood's capacities and a power of analysis which enables it to order the mass of raw material which it has involuntarily accumulated."

For Baudelaire, curiosity is the key - that curiosity that only a child has - the wonderment of everything new around you, no matter what it is.

-ZMG

Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Step in the Right Direction

The New York Times reported that President Obama signed an order today to have use of all "secret prisons and detention camps," including the camp at Guantánamo Bay, terminated by this time next year. The article, by Scott Shane, reports however that the president has not made decisions about certain sticky details, such as where to send dangerous prisoners, whether or not to keep some interrogation methods secret so that future prisoners cannot be trained on how to resist them and where to send prisoners that cannot be kept in the US so that they are not tortured. 

This is the second time thus far that I've heard of Obama keeping his mouth closed about difficult issues. The first was his lack of comment about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. My first instinct was to worry that critics would see this as indecisiveness, and I even caught myself - I'm not sure what to call it - not worrying, but almost being skeptical of...something. I couldn't pinpoint it. I think it's that I want Obama to succeed so badly that I'm afraid his critics and skeptics are going to pounce at even the smallest, most insignificant sign of weakness or indecisiveness. 

Then I remembered: an era of responsibility and patience. These are not small issues, nor are they issues with clear or easy solutions. The decision to close the prisons and detention camps in and of itself is a big deal after eight years of immoral interrogation methods, and a year is not a long time. In fact, it almost seems somewhat ambitious when I give it some thought. 

I've proved to myself tonight that I do need to make sure I remain patient. It's been 54 hours or so since Obama was sworn into office, and I believe he's already begun turning the US back in the direction its founders intended it to travel.

-ZMG

Read the full New York Times article here.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Interesting...

It's incredible how clean my room gets when I have a lot of work to do. Observe...

Before

After

I love that accomplishing a little cleaning can briefly substitute for the feeling of accomplishing some work I actually need to do. Short lived, but satisfying. But now, off to the real stuff...

-ZMG

P.S. I managed to catch the inauguration. It was fantastic. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens in the next few years. What. A. Speech.

January 20, 2009 - Pre-Inauguration: An Era of Responsibility and Patience

On this most historic of days for the United States of America, there are a few points I think need to be made before our new president is sworn into office. The first is, of course, that this is a momentous occasion. I am so proud of the citizens of this country to have come out in such impressive numbers to elect Mr. Obama. I do believe he has the potential to help our country through the most difficult of times. However, I also believe it is imperative to remember that Mr. Obama is, in fact, not Superman. He cannot change this country by himself. Change can only occur with the assistance of the citizens of the United States of America. Obama cannot solve climate change by himself. It will take the responsibility of each and every one of us to be conscious of what we use and what we waste. We must be responsible enough to know what we can do to damper the effects of climate change. It is unfair and unrealistic to believe that our government, no matter who it is led by, can stop climate change and restore our environment to what it once was - if that is even possible at this stage. We must be responsible and mature enough to accept that our government alone cannot bring about the end of the current financial crisis. While the government can try to bail out banks, to boost the auto industry, to "jump-start" the economy, we have just as much of a responsibility - if not more - as the government to be mindful of how we manage our money. 

A reporter on CNN said this morning that Obama has called this an "era of responsibility and patience," and I don't believe anyone could have said it better. There will be no immediate results. There is no issue facing us right now that can be solved instantaneously. Slowing climate change and strengthening the economy will take years, perhaps even more than a presidential term or two. Responsibility and patience.

The beauty of the United States of America is that we can come together when it it most essential to do so. Now is one of those times. Now is when John F. Kennedy's speech holds the most truth: it is not what this country or this government can do for us as a population or as individuals, it is what we can do for our country, both as a population and as individuals.

That being said, let's celebrate the end of an era, and the start of a new one that has all the potential in the world to be great.

-ZMG

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

And We're Back!

My Delta Airlines flight touched down this morning right on schedule, 9:25 a.m. at London Heathrow Airport. I gathered my four bags (yes, four), and boarded a free shuttle from Terminal 4 to Terminal 5 to meet Emma. We took the Tube from the airport to the Liverpool Street train station in London where we had a 1:30 p.m. train to Norwich. We arrived back on the UEA campus around 4 p.m. GMT, which meant I had been traveling for a grand total of roughly 18 hours. I've now been awake for well over 24 hours and feel like a bit of a zombie. Emma and I cooked dinner for ourselves, what we call our leftover special because it usually tastes better left over than it does when we first prepare it. The leftover special is penne pasta with tomato sauce, chicken and mozzarella cheese. It's simple, delicious and filling. 

Since then I've been poking about my room. None of my flatmates have returned yet. I unpacked my clothes and other belongings and reorganized my shelves. I've read a little bit and Skyped with my father and with Cassidy, and will be talking to my mother soon! 

It feels quite bizarre to be back. Emma hit the nail on the head earlier: it feels like break was a dream. It was an unbelievably quick three weeks, but three weeks packed with exactly what I needed. I saw a lot of theater, a couple movies, saw my family, had a wonderful Christmas and celebrated my cousin Lindsay's engagement to her fianceé Will! I also spent a lot of time with Cassidy and managed to see Ali right before I left again. 

My father and I saw the fantastic play Black Watch, about the Scottish army in Iraq. What made the production extraordinary (besides a fantastic performance from all involved), was the use of the space. The stage was long and thin, flanked by audience on each long side of the rectangle. This is a tricky stage to work with for it needs some creative blocking. The show was directed beautifully, and I left the theater without any complaints. A day or two later, my parents and I went to see a show called Taking Over, a one-man show by Danny Hoch about gentrification in New York City. Hoch was born and raised in Queens, so he has seen drastic transitions occur in the city for the past couple decades. He played several different characters, from a black woman seated on her stoop keeping an eye on the neighborhood, to a French real estate mogul. The show was dominated mostly by anger and, not surprisingly, did not offer any solution to the "problem" of gentrification. This can be given to the fact that no, indeed there is no solution to the problem of gentrification, if it can even be called a problem at all. The city has turned a corner with its new buildings of glass and metal and high-end restaurants in historically immigrant and impoverished neighborhoods. There is no going back, there is no stopping what has already been set in motion. So, to me, Hoch's piece, while entertaining and seemingly reflective of many of my mixed emotions towards the new people in my neighborhood and in Williamsburg, may very well have been in vain. It was just ranting. But ranting that gave everyone who would listen insight into what happens to people who are slowly being displaced, and the kinds of people that, for better or for worse, are doing the displacing. 

Phew, ok. I got a little carried away. I also partook in the Hicks/Garlitos/Blount/Swerdlow tradition of going to see A Christmas Carol at McCarter Theater in Princeton. It was great to spend some time with a few cousins and my grandparents. It's a tradition that I love. A Christmas Carol is a joy to watch, and is incredibly moving at times. It's a fantastic family tradition. 

When Cassidy came to New York City, we saw In the Heights, the show that one the 2008 Tony for Best Musical last year. This was my second time seeing it. Cassidy and I did the ticket lottery before the show. We both put our names in a bucket and circled "2 Tickets." There must have been 70 people there. I'm not sure how many tickets they give away, but it's not a lot. However, Cassidy's name was the 4th called, and we got two front row tickets to see a fantastic show for just $25. What more can you ask for?

It was the best winter break I could have asked for, filled with reunions and stories. I saw Amanda for the first time since May, she's been in Freetown, Sierra Leone and is back there again. I saw Barry for the first time since August; he's been in Mexico and will be returning in February to begin his second semester of classes in Xalapa. It was great to see Joanie and Pop-Pop and to catch up with them a bit, and, of course, my parents. I couldn't ask for a better pair of whackos to have raised me. 

Tomorrow Emma and I have a 10:30 a.m. train to Edinburgh. We'll be in Scotland until the 11th of January, when we will return for our second semester of classes which begins on the 12th. It's weird being back in England after such a brief hiatus, but I think it will be a good semester. I'm looking forward to my classes, and have ambitious plans to visit 13 different European cities in the next 5 months or so. 

That's all for now! Happy New Year to everyone, and good luck to anyone about to embark on a new adventure or a new semester! All the best!

-ZMG

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Flats 11 and 12 sure know how to do a Christmas dinner!

I don't know how we did it. We managed to cook an entire Christmas meal for 14 people without a real oven. Our microwaves have a convection oven setting, and you'd be absolutely shocked to see how well those things cook a turkey and potatoes. Our dinner consisted of a roast turkey crown, roasted potatoes, mashed potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, carrots, pigs in blankets, leeks, peas, gammon, deviled eggs, broccoli, yorkshire puddings, roasted parsnips, brussel sprouts and this awesome mix of rice, beans and tuna that we wrapped in leaves of lettuce. For dessert we had a strawberry cheesecake, a blackcurrant cheesecake, two apple pies, ice cream and custard. It took the use of our kitchen in flat 11, the kitchen in flat 12 and the kitchen in flat 8 (two floors below us) in which one of my flatmates has a friend. I peeled potatoes, chopped carrots, sweet potatoes and leeks, and roasted potatoes and sweet potatoes--and to my delight, didn't mess any of it up! (The potatoes were slightly burnt, but we'll ignore that fact). The whole deal--prepping, cooking, eating and cleaning up--took about 7 hours. We began preparing at 1:30 p.m. and finished everything about 8:30 p.m. It was an excellent break from essay-writing and such, and the entire meal was unbelievably delicious. 

After dinner I returned to my room and finished writing my final essay. I edited and proofread it this morning, handed in the other two essays I had finished earlier in the week, and e-mailed the last one to Professor Rudalevige and was finished with my first semester of junior year at about 1 p.m. today. I celebrated by going into Norwich and doing some Christmas shopping, which unfortunately wasn't quite as successful as I had hoped it would be. All's well, though. Bought a couple gifts, packed most of my stuff up last night (and had to stuff my suitcase in my closet because there's nowhere else to keep it in my room. Normally I stow it away in my bed because our mattresses lift up and there's a compartment in the beds to provide extra storage room). I'll leave to catch the bus to the train station at around 9:20 a.m. tomorrow for a 10:30 a.m. train. My flight doesn't leave until 5:05 pm, but you never know what's going to happen with transportation, so I planned my trip so I'll arrive at the airport a good three hours before my flight is scheduled to depart. I'm supposed to arrive at John F. Kennedy Airport at around 8:30 p.m. tomorrow, at which time I will probably be exhausted, but incredibly relieved. I can't believe it's time to go home for the holidays. The semester seemed to drag on and on at the beginning, and then all of a sudden it was week 10 in the semester (out of 12). For the record, I'll be leaving on my 114th day abroad. I've been keeping track for kicks. I think it will be fun to know exactly how many days I've spent abroad when I return home for good in the spring.

On another note, if you've checked out the songs on the left side of my blog, you may have noticed there are links to videos for some of the songs. My mother (aka Mom Dukes) brought the awesome video for Since I Left You by The Avalanches to my attention. Take a look at if you have a chance. Here it is.

Well, that's about all for now. Hope everyone is well! If I have time, there will certainly be a post or two while I'm Stateside. All the best!

-ZMG

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Woke up this Morning

...at 8 a.m. and looked out my window. I thought to myself, "No, this can't be right. It can't be this dark at 8 a.m." To my dismay, I was wrong. Apparently in England it CAN be that dark at 8 a.m. Granted, it is a terribly overcast day, so that has something to do with it, but I was still shocked at the sheer dreariness of the outside world. And at wintertime in England, the ground is perpetually wet. The pavement hasn't been dry probably since early September. 

Here are some more observations:
  1. You have to pay for rice at Japanese and Chinese restaurants, whereas in the US, main courses usually come with an order of rice;
  2. (Some) English people know how to use chopsticks;
  3. British people are comfortable talking about their political and religious beliefs, and will ask outright what your political or religious affiliation is;
  4. It doesn't rain all the time in England. What's crazy about the weather is that it can be absolutely beautiful when you wake up, be cloudy and pouring by the time you leave your residence, and then be beautiful again by the time you return. Surely this unpredictable weather could drive anyone to insanity. I should look up statistics on insanity in Britain;
  5. Light switches are different in every country.
There will be more to come later. Stay tuned.

-ZMG

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Aesthetic ADD

I can't decide what template and color scheme I like for my blog, so I'm just going to keep changing it. Sorry.

-ZMG

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Surefire signs you are an idiot.

1. You are a pro football player in a club on Lexington Avenue with a loaded handgun.
2. You shoot yourself in the thigh with said handgun.

Way to go, Plaxico.

Full story and the controversy surrounding it here.

-ZMG

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Bliss; or, Some things that make me Happy

I've recently taken to watching clips from old movie-musicals on Youtube. My favorite is Gene Kelly doing "Singin' in the Rain". It is simply one of the happiest video clips ever recorded (I asked for the full film for Christmas). No matter what kind of mood I'm in, Gene Kelly can make me smile. I love watching him dance, the perfect grace with which his feet move, the way his body twists and bends, the broad smile always across his face. Kelly is so carefree that you can believe that there is nothing in the world--not even perhaps a hail storm--that could bring him down while he's singin' and dancin' in the rain. Amazing, isn't it, what love can do? I'm determined to learn every step to that dance before I die. I should probably start a little more basic, though, with, say, basic tap dancing lessons. Kelly has also made my time in England more enjoyable, because I can sing that song to myself as I walk back from class in the freezing Norwich rain and feel better! 

My friend Emma Healey and I were watching "Singin' in the Rain" this evening on Youtube, and she called my attention to another clip called "Make Them Laugh". I'm not sure who the performer is, but he is, as Emma pointed out, incredibly athletic. His talents go far beyond dancing into pure athleticism (watch the clip and you'll understand). She also showed me the clip of "Good Mornin', Good Mornin'". Again, I'm unsure of the performers, but they are FANTASTIC and so much fun to watch. It's incredible how perfectly choreographed and rehearsed the numbers are. What a joy. Emma and I were talking about how we wished that people still made movies like these, and how purely wonderful they make us feel. I plan on renting a bunch of Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire movies when I come home and watching them with Cassidy. It will be a grand ol' time.

Here are the clips:
And, one more that I stumbled across (Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire together...AMAZING):

Enjoy! Anyone who knows who the performers are in the ones I didn't, feel free to leave a comment, or just let me know!

-ZMG

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A Memory

While in Dublin, Meghan, Deitz, Chad and I ate lunch in a small coffee shop. There was music playing within, much of it popular music from the United States. Good popular music. Motown, old school R&B-type-stuff. A song came on--I can't remember what song it was, nor could I remember at the time who the song was by, but it was some Motown-esque song. Motown has seemed to always make me happy when I hear it, and while sitting in Ireland that day, I realized what it is that makes me smile. It throws me right back to my childhood, sitting in the back seat of our '89 (?...'91...? I can't really remember what year it was) Volkswagen Jetta or maybe even our beige Ford Escort, driving on Nassau Avenue in Greenpoint, or the BQE, or across the Verrazano Bridge, or even down the northernmost stretches of the New Jersey Turnpike with my parents on our way to Princeton or Hopewell or Pennington for the weekend, listening to Felix Hernandez on the Rhythm Review. This is definitely one of the most prominent and fond memories I have of being a child. There were no worries, only happiness in anticipation of a fun couple days at Joanie and Pop-Pop's playing with Rosie or throwing a tennis ball down their hallway Barry at their house on Westerly Road, or at Libby's house playing video games or one of the ridiculous games Barry and I made up, risking our own lives and the well-being of every object in the house in the process. 

It is memories such as these that remind me that I am aging. No, not old yet, I know. I have much life to live. But that childhood is past. I have roughly a year-and-a-half before I graduate and make my way into the "real world" as we college students call it, finding a place to live (sorry Mom Dukes and Pops), a job and starting my own life. But with these honest, innocent memories, I am able to relive some of the happiest, simplest times of my life--even while across an ocean seeing the world.

-ZMG

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

A Helluva lot more Refreshing than that Shot of Vodka I took to Celebrate

Refreshed. Exactly what I felt as I watched the 44th President-Elect of the United States of America give his acceptance speech from Chicago at the ungodly hour of 5AM here in England. A fresh face. A fresh voice. A fresh agenda. A fresh take on American politics, a fresh take on our country. 

Never in my life have I been so nervous for something. I was giddy all day in anticipation of finally finding out who our next president would be. Surprisingly, the first few hours of watching election results come in on CNN and the BBC network flew by. Two of my friends and I arrived at Professor Rudalevige's house at 10:30PM. At the house there was soda, beer, wine, coffee, tea, bagels with cream cheese (soft cheese, in English), lox and onion, and then later breakfast burritos, bacon and pancakes. The Diner of Democracy, Professor Rudalevige called it. 

The night (and early morning) was spent with dry humor and sarcastic jokes about the shocking news that McCain had won Kentucky...and the other red states following. But our dreams slowly began to take hold and become reality as we watched CNN's projected electoral vote returns climb higher and higher in favor of Mr. Obama. Confidence began to soar, particularly when Obama had 207 projected electoral votes in his favor to McCain's 89. And when Obama took Virginia pushing him up to 220, we knew we were witnessing one of the most important events in the history of the United States of America. We held hands as we counted down from 10 before the West Coast projections came in, and--in our delirious states at  4AM--nearly tore the roof off the house when the screen in front of us read "Barack Obama Elected President."

I have never been so proud to be an American. I have never had my faith renewed in our country as much as I did early this morning. I am so happy that I no longer have to feel like I have to apologize for being American when my accent betrays me here in England. And I am so happy, and so proud to have been a part of this election, and for our generation to be one of the driving forces behind electing the first ever African-American president in the United States of America.

I have no doubt that tough times lay ahead, both for the country and for President-Elect Obama. I believe things will have to get worse before they can get better and our economy can recover from the current recession. Obama has many promises to fulfill, and many people to show that he is the right person for this job, and I cannot wait for him to take office and to begin to pull this country out of the deep hole it has been dug into by the current administration. I have complete faith that he has the ability to lead us into a new era of politics and to improve the USA's standing on the world political stage. One of my British flatmates told me she is happy that she can finally have faith in American politics. This election, without a doubt, puts us in a new, shining light for the rest of the world. And as Mr. Obama said in his acceptance speech: "And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright - tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope." 

Congratulations to President-Elect Obama and Vice President-Elect Biden, and to all those who voted in favor of writing one of the most unlikely chapters in our nation's history and who voted for Hope, Change, and the most inspirational candidate I feel I may ever see in my lifetime.

***

A brief update and reminder: Tomorrow, Thursday, November 6th, Meghan Blickman, Lauren Deitz, Chad Frazier and I will head off to Dublin until Monday, November 10th. And next week, Dwight Dunston and I will leave for Bologna, Italy on Friday, November 14th to return to England Monday, November 17th.

Take care, all. I'm off to finish a paper and then hopefully relax a bit. I went to bed at 6AM this morning. Cheers!

-ZMG

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

The Big Day

Today's the day! How INCREDIBLY exciting! I woke up this morning and my first thought was, "Wow, it's ACTUALLY here! It's ACTUALLY election day!" I've never been so excited about politics in my life. In 20 minutes or so all the Dickinson kids are going to go to the Program Director's house (our Professor, Professor Rudalevige's house) to watch the election results come in. We don't plan on leaving until 4 or 5am. Hopefully by then we'll know who our next president will be! I feel like somewhat of a celebrity today. Anyone who knows I'm American, and unless they live under or a rock or are part ostrich, knows today is a big day for my country and I, and even that it is a big day for them, as well. I haven't seen it, but apparently the Opinions editor of the school newspaper here wrote today that it is unfair that British residents do not get to vote in the United States' elections because US politics have such a big impact on the rest of the world. Not the brightest comment in the world, but a pretty flattering one, nonetheless. 

This year is also the 20th anniversary of Dickinson's partnership with UEA. Last night a dinner was held on campus in commemoration of this occasion, and all the Dickinson students were invited to attend. There were a few Dickinson alumni there, as well as American Studies professors, Professor Rudalevige and his wife, members of the international office here at UEA, a professor from Dickinson who had flown across the pond for this event and the chancellor, vice chancellor, and the councillors of UEA--the equivalents to a president, vice president and board of trustees at an American university. I sat beside a council member by the name of David Edwards. Mr. Edwards had had the privilege of receiving a Queen's honor (or something to that effect) for his work for healthcare in the United Kingdom. He was invited to Buckingham Palace, the whole nine yards. He was also the CEO of a hospital. He and I talked about my experience so far in England and at UEA, his holidays to New York, traveling, making money, graduating, reading and..yes, how did you know? Politics. The election didn't come up until the end of our conversation when he finally said, "So, Obama tomorrow, is it?" I told him I hoped so. We both mentioned aspects of the election that the two of us had not thought of before. He talked about how the fact that a relatively young, inexperienced senator and an the oldest man to ever run for president were the parties respective candidates says something about our country. What exactly it was, I wasn't sure. I was slightly offended by this, especially because I believe Obama is a wonderful pick and the most animated and inspirational candidate I've seen in my lifetime. My father has said that he is more excited about Obama than he has been about any candidate since JFK. I spoke about how I was upset that religion has begun to play such a role in presidential elections because I believe in the complete separation of church and state. At the same time I understand that this is difficult separation to have when topics like abortion are being discussed. He said that he did not realize religion was such a big issue. Maybe I made it seem like a bigger issue than it actually is, but it's pretty big for me.

That being said, I am off to Professor Rudalevige's house now for the election party! My next entry will be one adorned with either extreme and undying glee, or the deepest, darkest depression. I'm hoping for the former. 

Love to all, and good luck tonight! Let's make history!

-ZMG

Friday, October 31, 2008

For anyone looking for a worthwhile read...

I believe I started reading Philip Roth's American Pastoral in high school, but couldn't get through it. It's a rather dense book with multiple complex layers, by no means a quick-and-easy read. However I returned to it this summer and finished a couple weeks ago. I have never been affected so deeply by a book in my life. Roth is a masterful writer, and if you can manage to stick with his prose through the slow sections, you may realize that every word of those sections was absolutely necessary. It is truly powerful and moving, and I suggest anyone with some time (but seriously, who has any time? No one does, so everyone should read it...figure that logic out) find a copy and read it. 

So, once again: American Pastoral by Philip Roth. By far my favorite book of all time...so far. Read it.

-ZMG

Thursday, October 30, 2008

What to do with a five day weekend?

Yes, I have a five day weekend. How did that happen? Well, I only take two classes at the University of East Anglia (UEA), one of which meets once a week for two hours on Tuesday (Contemporary Writing), and the other, 18th Century Writing, meets twice a week--a lecture and a seminar--both an hour long, both on Wednesday. I do, however, have the class I take with the Dickinson program, which meets once a week on different days to coincide with the schedules of all 25 people in the class. 

I've been in Norwich for six weeks now. I'm completing my sixth week of classes and I handed in a paper for each of UEA classes today. I've been acclimating myself with the UEA campus and a bit with the city of Norwich. UEA is a terrible concrete atrocity in an otherwise beautiful part of England. The 1960s or '70s architecture is full of hard right angles and grey concrete so that the university actually resembles some sort of maximum-security prison. That being said, the way the campus is laid out is quite fascinating. It is contained within itself. There's a bookstore, food outlet, bank, post office, a pub (but no dining hall, grr...), even a booth to have passport photos taken. There are elevated walkways that take you to the Student Union building, the library, the lecture halls and virtually all other academic buildings. 

The Sportspark, I believe, is one of UEA's finer qualities. It has squash courts, a gym, four basketball courts that are also used for other sports (badminton, netball, baseball, cricket, etc.), a swimming pool, a climbing wall, and several football (soccer) fields. Okay, let's be honest, it's not that much better than the Kline Athletic Center at Dickinson (if at all) but the facilities are pretty nice. I've joined the baseball team and I'm on the men's basketball second team (not quite good enough to be on the first team). Two weekends ago the baseball team took a roughly three-hour trip to Nottingham for a baseball tournament where we played teams from Oxford (who we lost to and then beat the next day), Southhampton and Nottingham. It was great fun, and wonderful to finally be playing (somewhat) competitive baseball again. I'm sure you can imagine what the level of baseball over here is...We ended up coming in second place! When we returned home, however, I was experiencing soreness in muscles I didn't even realize I had. 

I've had some time to explore Norwich, which is a 10-20 minute bus ride from campus depending on traffic. Nrowich is supposed to be in the "top ten" of English cities for shopping. There's a mall, an open-air market, and winding roads of old, beautiful cobblestone streets. Two symbols of Norwich are the Norwich cathedral and Norwich castle. The spire of the cathedral reaches high into the sky, far above the rest of the city. The castle is a peculiar one. It's a large stone cube that sits atop a man-made hill. The ground in Norfolk is so flat that it was necessary to build a hill to provide an advantage against attackers. One of my favorite pastimes in Norwich thus far has simply been to wander the city alone taking in its small, beautiful streets and discovering what the city has to offer. I've heard there are places to go to hear live poetry, but I have yet to find them. That is a project for the upcoming month.

I've fallen in love with the winding streets of Norwich. They are picturesque and exactly the type of scenic backdrop I was hoping for before arriving in Norwich. A few friends and I discovered a tiny place to have tea called The Britons Arms. It is small, quiet and homey with a small selection of teas, coffee and homemade baked goods. I go there every two weeks or so with a friend or by myself to enjoy some quiet time away from campus. 

And now to answer my own question: What do I do with a five day weekend? Well I've been exploring, and I would like to explore more, although it takes all of fifteen minutes to walk across all of Norwich. However November 6-10 three friends and I will be boarding a plane and heading to Dublin for 4 nights. I am trying to plan to meet up with a couple friends in Bologna, Italy the weekend of November 14, and I'm considering a trip to Berlin for late November. When you have six hours of class a week, the possibilities are endless!

I do need, however, to remember to escape campus once in awhile. It is very easy to not leave the University Village (my residence) for five days straight between the days I do actually have class. Now is the time to take advantage of being on this side of the Atlantic Ocean, and I have every intention of doing so!

-ZMG

A Month in London

My month in London is complete. Sincerest apologies for not writing sooner, but being in London left little time for anything other than what we needed to do and exploring the city on our own. 

Arrival in London was one of the more overwhelming experiences of my life. A sleepless flight (perhaps a product of having a cup of airplane coffee right before trying to sleep--needless to say, I wasn't thinking) and a roughly 10:30/11am arrival at Heathrow made for an exhausting first day. The idea was to get us acclimated as quickly as possible and to get us past our first day of jet lag, which resulted in my being awake for over 24 hours. The adrenaline served me well for the first few hours, during which we had to find a specific stop on the London Underground (aka the Tube) and take note of the are in which we were in. The stop my roommate and I had to find was Liverpool Station, a spot in a more financial district of the City of London. However when we returned from Liverpool Station amid the crush of London citizens leaving work and rushing to the pubs, the adrenaline began to wear off, and exhaustion and panic set in.

I believed that making the transition to London life wouldn't be difficult coming straight from New York City, but I couldn't have been more incorrect. Growing up in New York, I never realized how overwhelming a strange city could be when you didn't know the streets like the back of your hand. I was terrified. I didn't know where I was, where I was going, and I had suddenly realized just how far I was from home, and for how long I would be away. The combination of exhaustion, panic and jet lag is a nasty one that can really only be remedied by a restful sleep or communication with people from home. When I returned to the hotel )and after dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant at which the waiter was very excited we were from America and enthusiastically suggested things to do and brought us some brandy "on the house"...he was very fond of that saying) I promptly fell asleep on my bed with my computer in my lap. I woke up several minutes later in a panic because my computer's battery had died and all I wanted was to get in touch with people from home and I couldn't figure out how the plug adapted I had bought worked. I had to go to my professor help...hah.

I slept like a rock that night (and really every night thereafter as well). Our schedule was packed and we regularly had to rise before 8am, and you must understand how difficult that is for 25 nineteen- and twenty-year-olds. Perhaps if I had written an entry every day, I could go into detail about every experience but if I were to do that it would turn into a 500 page memoir, so here's what we saw (I will go into the ones that I found most moving or interesting in more detail): a boat trip down the River Thames to Greenwich to visit the Maritime Museum and the prime meridian, a visit to the Museum of London preceded by a walk through Roman London, experiencing a Mozart Requiem and clarinet concerto at St. Martin-in-the-Fields in Trafalgar Square, a visit to the Notting Hill Carnival, a walk through the City of London, a visit to the National Portrait Gallery, a walk through the neighborhood in which we were living, Bloomsbury, a play called Let There be Love, a visit to Stonehenge and Bath, Westminster Abbey, a play called Her Naked Skin at the National Theatre, a walk through Southwark, South of the Thames, the Tate Modern, a tour of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre and a production of Shakespeare's Timon of Athens, a walk along the Thames with Lord Leslie Griffiths, Baron of Burry Port and a tour of Westminster Palace, followed by a tour of St Paul's Cathedral (including a walk up the 538 steps to the top of the dome) and Evensong, a meeting with Robert Hannigan, Security Adviser to the Prime Minister, experiencing the Proms at Royal Albert Hall, a trip to the East London Ragged School Museum, "Late at the Tate" at the Tate Museum, a day trip to Oxford, Shakespeare's The Merry Wives of Windsor at the Globe, a visit to the British Museum and the Charles Dickens Museum, Mayor's Question Time at City Hall, an exploration of the Tower of London, a walk in the East End to experience some of London's fantastic diversity, two Harold Pinter plays at the National Theatre,  A Slight Ache and Landscape, the musical production of Billy Elliot, and finally, a trip to Hamstead Heath, followed by a visit to Regents Park and Harrod's. 

Now, if you've managed to make it through that extensive list, I'm impressed. When people we met along the way asked us what we had done in London, our response was, "What haven't we done in London?" 

I found that I never quite adjusted entirely to the London way of life, but I've a feeling that part of this can be attributed to the fact that we were staying in a small bed and breakfast and living out of our suitcases for nearly a month. However, my slight discomfort did not prevent me from being utterly fascinated by the city. I was blown away by the amount of sites there were to see and how much there was to experience.

I had no trouble identifying my favorite part of London. I loved the walk along the south bank of the Thames. Walking over Westminster Bridge, we had a spectacular view of Westminster Palace (the Houses of Parliament) and the London Eye. then, walking east along the river, we had a beautiful view of the city skyline, including the Gherkin, and my favorite, St. Paul's Cathedral. I am completely fascinated by Christopher Wren's fantastic structure. You may have seen photographs of St. Paul's through the fire and smoke of the Blitz (an impressive presence amidst so much wreckage and mayhem), and the cathedral is no less impressive in the 21st century. It dominates the skyline, towering over the structures around it (it is not in the financial center of the city, which I am pleased about because some of the buildings there may dwarf the cathedral). It looks powerful, like it is presiding over the rest of the city, keeping watch over one of the most powerful cities in the world. The view from the top of the dome was breathtaking, although a bit unnerving as well. I've unfortunately (and most definitely) inherited my father's fear of heights, so the narrow walkway at the top and relatively low railing made me a little uncomfortable. Fantastic view, though.

The number of museums in London is astonishing, as well. My favorite was the Tate Modern, probably because it made me feel like I was at MoMA back home. There was a fantastic exhibit of urban vs. studio photography with some beautiful photographs, both of models and unsuspecting passers-by. The museum itself is in a massive out-of-use power station directly across the Thames from St. Paul's so that the two structures almost mirror each other. Granted, St. Paul's is a much more beautiful show of architectural expertise than the atrocity that is the Tate Modern.

I also enjoyed exploring London's East End. This section of London is certainly it's greatest display of its incredible diversity. It is now mostly Bengali and Somali, with a huge Muslim population. Brick Lane, a small street with a lot of history, is lined with Bengali restaurants and sari stores and the occasional mosque. However, it is also adorned with some hip clothing stores and the occasional up-scale restaurant and real estate office. These, as I've learned from experiences in my neighborhood, are sure signs of gentrification. The area is a fantastic example of how people can mold their surroundings to fit their needs. There was a restaurant on Brick Lane claiming to be the "Oldest Restaurant on Brick Lane!" and it had been established in 1971. All the stores and restaurants looked fairly new, testament to the fact that the current population in the East End is a relatively new one. the area once had a huge Jewish population, which is now nearly completely gone. It is only a matter of time before the neighborhood changes again...

I had very mixed feelings about London. While it may not be my favorite place in the world, I was still fascinated by it. Never had I been in a place that had so much visible history available to anyone visiting, and the number of attractions in the city was astounding. Even after being there for a month, I still don't feel that I got to see nearly everything the city has to offer. I'm looking forward to making some day-trips to London while I'm in Norwich and visiting some of the museums again and visiting things I didn't get to see. Cheers!

-ZMG