Yes, back in the states, specifically, but on the internet I'm over at Julia Battles LA, posting daft things about my new return to Los Angeles. It's not that interesting, though.
If I were you, I wouldn't bother. Or I would, but then I'd get bored of it and likely never come back.
Wednesday, October 31
Monday, September 3
A Year in Scotland
A year yesterday, I touched down at Heathrow and caught the train up north. A year yesterday, I wandered off the GNER service at Waverly station, feeling bewildered, tired, and incredibly nervous. I hopped in a taxi and sped off to my accomodation, whereupon I collapsed. I've been in Scotland for a year.
Not consistently, of course, but I've spent the past year resting my head in Edinburgh and calling it my home du jour (or 'home d'anee', really). Mental. It's a difficult concept for me to wrap my head around.
About a year ago, I went to see the fireworks at the end of the Edinburgh Festival; standing on Princes Street with a bunch of EAPers watching the light explode from the castle, I felt as if I'd walked into a magical, strange world. Last night I stood on top of Calton Hill and watched the fireworks with my friends. The city still looked incredible, especially lit up at night. Edinburgh will always retain that beauty, that mystery and understated grandeur, and I hope to return frequently.
A year ago, upon my arrival, I wrote the following potential blog, but never published it. Now, for the first time in a year... the musings of 19-year-old Julia:
O, Brave New World!:
Arrival (written 9/2/06)
After about 20 total hours of traveling I would like to ignore all the unpleasant details about my trip and inform you that I am safely delivered in Edinburgh. 10 hour plane ride: easy, if you watch 3 and a half movies to pass the time! (Now I can’t even remember which ones they were…) Hour-long tube ride into London, to King’s Cross Station: great. Cheap and direct, whilst giving me the chance to stretch my legs. 5 hour train ride from London: comfortable, but treading hard into the time difference. A cup of coffee on the train was a bad idea, as all it really did was make me even more jittery as we got farther northward. It was after we passed Newcastle that my nerves (helped tremendously by the coffee) took off, realizing that now I was entering totally new territory. It finally began to sink in that I’m actually going to be here – a place I (as of now) don’t know – for a year, and am not just ridiculously over packed for some vacation.
Also, during my trip, I was fortunate enough to have a revelation, leading to the formulation of a new exercise program. Some of you may already be familiar with pieces of it. (“Fat camp” anyone? Sorry, inside rugby joke.) Anyway, there are two slightly different versions, and they go something like this:
1. The HARD way:
Pack and transport the contents of 1 (one) year of your life across 1 (one) continent and 1 (one) ocean. Note: contents must weigh as much or more than the amount you are physically able to lift in-season, and be parceled out into one small, one medium, and one large bag that insists always on falling over on the escalator if unattended for a millisecond. When the large bag inevitably falls over, you are required to curse loudly and profanely as a large group of school children are passing by while wondering why the people behind you look frightened of the colossus tumbling towards them and don’t just catch the damn thing. If at all possible, make your way through a naturally occurring StairMaster, such as a public transportation system unfriendly to the physically disabled (*cough* the London Underground). Don’t just “mind the gap,” but really start to mind it and get bothered by the staggering abyss between train and platform. To increase the challenge over the course of the trip, alternate standing and cramming yourself into a tiny seat and get so tired you cannot read signs any longer, allowing you to take a wrong route (up stairs) whenever possible.
2. The EASY way:
Lift weights, run, bike, and otherwise smartly exercise throughout the summer (despite an exhausting class and work schedule). Decide you won’t actually get tired of wearing the same clothes for a whole year and don’t pack two of anything. Lastly, run into an internationally famous (male) rugby team with the exact same destination as yourself and charm them into carrying your bags.
But you know me, I never like to do things the easy way.
I have never needed a massage so badly in my life. It’s 2:45pm Pacific/Body time and 10:45pm Scottish Local time, and I could use a shower, some food, and a drink, in that order. But I am arrived, my room is comfortable, and orientation starts tomorrow.
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And in three days I'll be returning home. I can't believe how fast it has all gone.
Not consistently, of course, but I've spent the past year resting my head in Edinburgh and calling it my home du jour (or 'home d'anee', really). Mental. It's a difficult concept for me to wrap my head around.
About a year ago, I went to see the fireworks at the end of the Edinburgh Festival; standing on Princes Street with a bunch of EAPers watching the light explode from the castle, I felt as if I'd walked into a magical, strange world. Last night I stood on top of Calton Hill and watched the fireworks with my friends. The city still looked incredible, especially lit up at night. Edinburgh will always retain that beauty, that mystery and understated grandeur, and I hope to return frequently.
A year ago, upon my arrival, I wrote the following potential blog, but never published it. Now, for the first time in a year... the musings of 19-year-old Julia:
O, Brave New World!:
Arrival (written 9/2/06)
After about 20 total hours of traveling I would like to ignore all the unpleasant details about my trip and inform you that I am safely delivered in Edinburgh. 10 hour plane ride: easy, if you watch 3 and a half movies to pass the time! (Now I can’t even remember which ones they were…) Hour-long tube ride into London, to King’s Cross Station: great. Cheap and direct, whilst giving me the chance to stretch my legs. 5 hour train ride from London: comfortable, but treading hard into the time difference. A cup of coffee on the train was a bad idea, as all it really did was make me even more jittery as we got farther northward. It was after we passed Newcastle that my nerves (helped tremendously by the coffee) took off, realizing that now I was entering totally new territory. It finally began to sink in that I’m actually going to be here – a place I (as of now) don’t know – for a year, and am not just ridiculously over packed for some vacation.
Also, during my trip, I was fortunate enough to have a revelation, leading to the formulation of a new exercise program. Some of you may already be familiar with pieces of it. (“Fat camp” anyone? Sorry, inside rugby joke.) Anyway, there are two slightly different versions, and they go something like this:
1. The HARD way:
Pack and transport the contents of 1 (one) year of your life across 1 (one) continent and 1 (one) ocean. Note: contents must weigh as much or more than the amount you are physically able to lift in-season, and be parceled out into one small, one medium, and one large bag that insists always on falling over on the escalator if unattended for a millisecond. When the large bag inevitably falls over, you are required to curse loudly and profanely as a large group of school children are passing by while wondering why the people behind you look frightened of the colossus tumbling towards them and don’t just catch the damn thing. If at all possible, make your way through a naturally occurring StairMaster, such as a public transportation system unfriendly to the physically disabled (*cough* the London Underground). Don’t just “mind the gap,” but really start to mind it and get bothered by the staggering abyss between train and platform. To increase the challenge over the course of the trip, alternate standing and cramming yourself into a tiny seat and get so tired you cannot read signs any longer, allowing you to take a wrong route (up stairs) whenever possible.
2. The EASY way:
Lift weights, run, bike, and otherwise smartly exercise throughout the summer (despite an exhausting class and work schedule). Decide you won’t actually get tired of wearing the same clothes for a whole year and don’t pack two of anything. Lastly, run into an internationally famous (male) rugby team with the exact same destination as yourself and charm them into carrying your bags.
But you know me, I never like to do things the easy way.
I have never needed a massage so badly in my life. It’s 2:45pm Pacific/Body time and 10:45pm Scottish Local time, and I could use a shower, some food, and a drink, in that order. But I am arrived, my room is comfortable, and orientation starts tomorrow.
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And in three days I'll be returning home. I can't believe how fast it has all gone.
Thursday, August 30
Last Sighs
My last post was about how the festival was over. This one is about the return of normalcy to Edinburgh. Already, the city has 90% fewer people in it, and is feeling particularly empty since most of the students haven't returned yet. The Fringe Festival ended so abruptly, and so unlike it began -- it just sort of wasted away. It's like one day just not enough people could be bothered getting up and going to work to make things run, Kate said. Everyone just seemed to tire at the end, and were glad to let it slip away unnoticed into the memory of August. Back on the train, back to your home, back to your bed for some rest... Sounds like everything I could use right now. I'm trying to put a positive spin on going back to the states.
I must admit, I'm as tired out and run down as I've ever felt, even for the change to pleasant weather and immediate lack of anything pressing to do. A few pre-departure errands must be finished, but nothing is pressing, really. I'm slowly sorting out clothes, dishes, and all manner of things to leave behind to lighten the load on the way back. Sigh, so much to do and yet so little...
I really just want to sleep for the next 6 days, but I need to pack.
x
I must admit, I'm as tired out and run down as I've ever felt, even for the change to pleasant weather and immediate lack of anything pressing to do. A few pre-departure errands must be finished, but nothing is pressing, really. I'm slowly sorting out clothes, dishes, and all manner of things to leave behind to lighten the load on the way back. Sigh, so much to do and yet so little...
I really just want to sleep for the next 6 days, but I need to pack.
x
Tuesday, August 28
August Ends...
So that's it. The Festival is over. Just like that. Well, not exactly just like that -- it's been a long, heavy haul. It was a lot of work, but it was fun and definitely worth it. The last week or so, especially, has been especially crazy, not in terms of work so much but more in terms of celebrating the end. I now realize just why it is deemed a bad thing for bars/pubs/clubs/beer gardens/venues to be open until 5am... A few too many nights in the library bar (where we got in thanks to Fresh Air connections, woo!) that just ended up being rather ridiculous.
But now that the Festival's over, I can see the city slowly emptying out and getting back to normal. Just in time for me to leave. I've got mixed feelings about going home: on the one hand I'm not ready to leave Edinburgh, but on the other I'm never going to be ready to leave and I am looking forward to seeing my parents and friends and home again. It's very bittersweet. I wish I could go home for a month and then come back and continue things here. But that's the way life marches on, with regard only for plans and programs and other such reasonable things. I am going to miss my friends here so, so much.
I honestly cannot believe how fast the summer has gone by. It feels like it's been a large chunk of time -- that's for sure -- but that it's just passed very quickly. Time flies when you're working 39 hours a week in a crap job, and even more so when you're running coverage of the Festival.
Let's try and think of more Festival highlights, put a slightly happier spin on things:
-A record 6 (possibly 7) "celebrity" sighting night: Frank Skinner, Mark Watson, Jimmy Carr, Jonny Vegas, Mickey Flanagan, and Kirsten O'Brien. Best bit: Tim going up to Jimmy Carr and Jonny Vegas (who were talking to each other) and asking for a photo: (in a very obnoxious American accent) "Are you Jim and John from Ipswich?"
-People watching in the Library Bar: the woman who told me, "Oh no, it makes you look fabulous, daaaaahling" with reference to my strong but expensive cocktail; Uncle Pervert; an American comic (one of the Walsh Brothers) passing out pink balloons; Arnab Chanda and Dan Clark; a comic who claimed his boyfriend was going to kill him for dying their dog puce (he spilled beet juice on it); and so on and so on.
-PR people shepherding guests up to the studio, with their various egos (the PR, not the performers). The best comment, from one particular woman with expensive-looking sunglasses, too much botox, and braces: "Oh, these celebrities, you just can't trust them to be reliable can you?" Honey, I'm sure all the comedians and acts you represent are talented in their own right, but unless they're performing at Edinburgh Castle this Fringe, they're not celebs. You're wishing you were in LA repping Posh n' Becks, and have taken it as a personal insult to your ego that you are not realized to your full career potential. (Sorry for the heavy psychoanalysis -- I may have been away for a year, but I understand the LA-style-glamour-mindset all too well.)
-A fantastic and hilarious interview I did with The Brothers Juan from The Incredible Bull Circus
-Getting 100+ reviews of Fringe shows up on the Fresh Air website! Many thanks to all those who wrote them and helped me post them up when I was lagging behind!
But the best was realizing the dream. Okay, that doesn't really mean anything, never mind. What I mean is, for our first year as press for the Fringe Festival, we did an amazing job, quite frankly. It was the hope that in a few years venues would be using quotes and stars from our reviews to put up on the posters and press boards around town... Welcome to the future:
And those are only a couple of the dozens that are up around town. Ace.
We did bang-on good job, in my opinion, with over 100 reviews and 127 interviews up on the website. All of them quality. Of course I may be a little bit biased, but for a student radio station competing with the likes of festival press heavyweights The Scotsman (big newspaper), Three Weeks (massive compilations of reviews), The Skinny (awesome alternative magazine), and others, we've done excellently. I think it's very telling that most people assumed we were getting paid for our work, and were very surprised to find out we were all volunteers. Right, enough tooting my own horn.
I have learned that I never want to work for the media. Well, that's a lie -- I never want to work in marketing. I hate selling things (note my hasty departure from the shop floor of Monsoon). I'm rubbish at promoting things I have no interest in. Ergo, I'm better at evaluating and covering culture than trying to get someone a better slot or more press. I'd rather be the press. Whee. Future in journalism? Who knows. Future at all? I thought we were here.
See you back in the states in 10 days.
But now that the Festival's over, I can see the city slowly emptying out and getting back to normal. Just in time for me to leave. I've got mixed feelings about going home: on the one hand I'm not ready to leave Edinburgh, but on the other I'm never going to be ready to leave and I am looking forward to seeing my parents and friends and home again. It's very bittersweet. I wish I could go home for a month and then come back and continue things here. But that's the way life marches on, with regard only for plans and programs and other such reasonable things. I am going to miss my friends here so, so much.
I honestly cannot believe how fast the summer has gone by. It feels like it's been a large chunk of time -- that's for sure -- but that it's just passed very quickly. Time flies when you're working 39 hours a week in a crap job, and even more so when you're running coverage of the Festival.
Let's try and think of more Festival highlights, put a slightly happier spin on things:
-A record 6 (possibly 7) "celebrity" sighting night: Frank Skinner, Mark Watson, Jimmy Carr, Jonny Vegas, Mickey Flanagan, and Kirsten O'Brien. Best bit: Tim going up to Jimmy Carr and Jonny Vegas (who were talking to each other) and asking for a photo: (in a very obnoxious American accent) "Are you Jim and John from Ipswich?"
-People watching in the Library Bar: the woman who told me, "Oh no, it makes you look fabulous, daaaaahling" with reference to my strong but expensive cocktail; Uncle Pervert; an American comic (one of the Walsh Brothers) passing out pink balloons; Arnab Chanda and Dan Clark; a comic who claimed his boyfriend was going to kill him for dying their dog puce (he spilled beet juice on it); and so on and so on.
-PR people shepherding guests up to the studio, with their various egos (the PR, not the performers). The best comment, from one particular woman with expensive-looking sunglasses, too much botox, and braces: "Oh, these celebrities, you just can't trust them to be reliable can you?" Honey, I'm sure all the comedians and acts you represent are talented in their own right, but unless they're performing at Edinburgh Castle this Fringe, they're not celebs. You're wishing you were in LA repping Posh n' Becks, and have taken it as a personal insult to your ego that you are not realized to your full career potential. (Sorry for the heavy psychoanalysis -- I may have been away for a year, but I understand the LA-style-glamour-mindset all too well.)
-A fantastic and hilarious interview I did with The Brothers Juan from The Incredible Bull Circus
-Getting 100+ reviews of Fringe shows up on the Fresh Air website! Many thanks to all those who wrote them and helped me post them up when I was lagging behind!
But the best was realizing the dream. Okay, that doesn't really mean anything, never mind. What I mean is, for our first year as press for the Fringe Festival, we did an amazing job, quite frankly. It was the hope that in a few years venues would be using quotes and stars from our reviews to put up on the posters and press boards around town... Welcome to the future:
And those are only a couple of the dozens that are up around town. Ace.
We did bang-on good job, in my opinion, with over 100 reviews and 127 interviews up on the website. All of them quality. Of course I may be a little bit biased, but for a student radio station competing with the likes of festival press heavyweights The Scotsman (big newspaper), Three Weeks (massive compilations of reviews), The Skinny (awesome alternative magazine), and others, we've done excellently. I think it's very telling that most people assumed we were getting paid for our work, and were very surprised to find out we were all volunteers. Right, enough tooting my own horn.
I have learned that I never want to work for the media. Well, that's a lie -- I never want to work in marketing. I hate selling things (note my hasty departure from the shop floor of Monsoon). I'm rubbish at promoting things I have no interest in. Ergo, I'm better at evaluating and covering culture than trying to get someone a better slot or more press. I'd rather be the press. Whee. Future in journalism? Who knows. Future at all? I thought we were here.
See you back in the states in 10 days.
Wednesday, August 15
This Should Be A Super-Long Amazing Post of Awesomeness
Who wants to take bets on the above statement? I've got a fiver that says it won't; I'm far too interested in listening to Presidents of the United States of America at the moment.
Let's see how I can possibly recap the past month or so... We'll split things into pre-Festival and post-Monsoon...
Pre-Festival days were pretty similar to what I described all summer long: boring, full of the drudgery known as work, etc. A wee excursion to Paris on the weekend of the 13th (of July), was a welcome intrusion, seeing as I hadn't been to the city since I was nine years old. It was quite cool to be there for the Bastille Day celebrations (read: fireworks/"feur d'artifice") and be able to practice my pathetic French, although most shops were closed for the holiday so I got exactly zero shopping in. How sad. It didn't render the whole trip useless, but still... Paris and no shopping? What sort of woman do I consider myself? Not that kind, that's for sure. At any rate, I trudged on with work for a few more weeks until the beginning of the festival...
All this Festival madness began on or about the 2nd of August, when we at Fresh Air started broadcasting our Fringe Festival coverage. The Edinburgh Fringe Festival, for those of you who don't know, is the biggest of all the festivals on in town in August, and features mostly comedy shows (stand-up, sketch, all kinds) but also lots of theater and music and other genres of shows. I'm the Press Office Liaison/Reviews Coordinator for our Fringe Festival coverage, meaning I am responsible for booking press tickets for our crew and editing the resulting reviews to go up on the website. Reviews aren't the main thrust, though; live (but then recorded and made available for download) interviews are going up all the time, as well as fantastic audio features.
I realize I've just spent a paragraph selling Fresh Air to you. Sorry, too much time spent liaizing with Press Offices and trying to schmooze PR people for tickets. Right. So I've been involved with interviewing, editing interviews, ticket-getting, writing and editing reviews... there's little I haven't done around the station. It's all unpaid and time consuming and exhausting, and gets me anywhere from 15-25 urgent e-mails a day. Still, it's better than working in a shop for minimum wage! Did I mention I'm not getting paid to do this? Not so easy on the wallet, the way prices all over town get jacked up for the festival -- 3 or 4 pounds and up for a pint -- but as a Scottish friend put it to me, it's just overdue revenge on the English. The funniest thing about not getting paid is realizing that everyone we work with, all the PR, all the Press Offices, all the other press and artists and comedians and musicians... everone seems to assume we're getting paid. It's a sometimes pleasant, sometimes annoying feeling when you get the reaction, "Oh! So you're not getting paid anything to do this? At all??" What did we say? It's student radio, people. Use those little brains you were given. Actually, that's a lie, we DO get paid -- in sunshine and rainbows.
So you can tell I've been busy since the start of August? Yes, I struggled through a week of part time in front of house before quitting at Monsoon, and am all the happier for it. This is my first week free of work, and I'm, of course, thoroughly enjoying it. How could I not? Freedom is amazing, even though it makes me dread settling into the post-graduation rat race even more than ever. With any luck, that's a little way off. (Wahey, student loans, I'm lookin' at you!) I think I have too much of a problem with authority (christ, I sound like I've got a box full of asbo's) to ever work for a company or large organization. Guess I'll just have to start my own business.
Alright, let's see, how about some festival highlights? You didn't ask, and yet I still deliver. You're welcome:
-Interviewing Les Dennis. Yes, that's right, "Who?" Same thing I thought. Wrong wrong wrong, as I learned when his PR screamed, "Didn't you read the press release?!" at me. "Of course not," I said. "I looked at your website and googled the show. It just said there were some famous British actors in it, whose names I didn't recognize." Any Brit will know Mr. Dennis from his Saturday afternoon so-bad-it's-actually-sort-of-good game show hosting for years, but he's not a name any American would recognize. Particularly myself. Sort of like, the Bob Barker of Britain, I think. But less old and less dead. Right, long story short, he's in a play at the Fringe and came in with the author and co-cast member to chat about it on Fresh Air. The interview, is (I think) insightful and intelligent, and doesn't make too much of a fuss about the huge star in the studio. Unfortunately, the rumor around town now is that Fresh Air doesn't know who Les Dennis is. Sigh, I'm such a black sheep.
-Getting to go to loads of press launches. Previews of various venues' line-ups, where one was often plied by the odd free drink or two. 'Schmooz and booz' was the atmosphere, which, I decided, was unsatisfactorily Los Angeles-like. Sure, having a pint in an outdoor beer garden in pleasant weather is nice -- except when everyone's trying to act like they're someone important. I hate the egos of PR/Press people.
-The atmosphere of the city. It's crawling with... foreigners. Ick. English, Aussies, Americans, you name 'em, they're everywhere. I count myself out of this group, as I am a resident. Not for much longer, but I've been here a year and I know the back streets, so that counts for something, right? Anyway, you can't deny that there's a really fun atmosphere about, even if the Scots have almost been diluted out and the prices have run through the roof.
-Having seen more shows than I can shake a stick at. Woo. Too many to count in two weeks, and plenty more to come. Not to mention a lot of exciting films coming up at the film festival!
More later. I'm tired. Hey, this turned out to be a long post after all... you owe me five pounds. I accept cash and check, no cards, though.
Let's see how I can possibly recap the past month or so... We'll split things into pre-Festival and post-Monsoon...
Pre-Festival days were pretty similar to what I described all summer long: boring, full of the drudgery known as work, etc. A wee excursion to Paris on the weekend of the 13th (of July), was a welcome intrusion, seeing as I hadn't been to the city since I was nine years old. It was quite cool to be there for the Bastille Day celebrations (read: fireworks/"feur d'artifice") and be able to practice my pathetic French, although most shops were closed for the holiday so I got exactly zero shopping in. How sad. It didn't render the whole trip useless, but still... Paris and no shopping? What sort of woman do I consider myself? Not that kind, that's for sure. At any rate, I trudged on with work for a few more weeks until the beginning of the festival...
All this Festival madness began on or about the 2nd of August, when we at Fresh Air started broadcasting our Fringe Festival coverage. The Edinburgh Fringe Festival, for those of you who don't know, is the biggest of all the festivals on in town in August, and features mostly comedy shows (stand-up, sketch, all kinds) but also lots of theater and music and other genres of shows. I'm the Press Office Liaison/Reviews Coordinator for our Fringe Festival coverage, meaning I am responsible for booking press tickets for our crew and editing the resulting reviews to go up on the website. Reviews aren't the main thrust, though; live (but then recorded and made available for download) interviews are going up all the time, as well as fantastic audio features.
I realize I've just spent a paragraph selling Fresh Air to you. Sorry, too much time spent liaizing with Press Offices and trying to schmooze PR people for tickets. Right. So I've been involved with interviewing, editing interviews, ticket-getting, writing and editing reviews... there's little I haven't done around the station. It's all unpaid and time consuming and exhausting, and gets me anywhere from 15-25 urgent e-mails a day. Still, it's better than working in a shop for minimum wage! Did I mention I'm not getting paid to do this? Not so easy on the wallet, the way prices all over town get jacked up for the festival -- 3 or 4 pounds and up for a pint -- but as a Scottish friend put it to me, it's just overdue revenge on the English. The funniest thing about not getting paid is realizing that everyone we work with, all the PR, all the Press Offices, all the other press and artists and comedians and musicians... everone seems to assume we're getting paid. It's a sometimes pleasant, sometimes annoying feeling when you get the reaction, "Oh! So you're not getting paid anything to do this? At all??" What did we say? It's student radio, people. Use those little brains you were given. Actually, that's a lie, we DO get paid -- in sunshine and rainbows.
So you can tell I've been busy since the start of August? Yes, I struggled through a week of part time in front of house before quitting at Monsoon, and am all the happier for it. This is my first week free of work, and I'm, of course, thoroughly enjoying it. How could I not? Freedom is amazing, even though it makes me dread settling into the post-graduation rat race even more than ever. With any luck, that's a little way off. (Wahey, student loans, I'm lookin' at you!) I think I have too much of a problem with authority (christ, I sound like I've got a box full of asbo's) to ever work for a company or large organization. Guess I'll just have to start my own business.
Alright, let's see, how about some festival highlights? You didn't ask, and yet I still deliver. You're welcome:
-Interviewing Les Dennis. Yes, that's right, "Who?" Same thing I thought. Wrong wrong wrong, as I learned when his PR screamed, "Didn't you read the press release?!" at me. "Of course not," I said. "I looked at your website and googled the show. It just said there were some famous British actors in it, whose names I didn't recognize." Any Brit will know Mr. Dennis from his Saturday afternoon so-bad-it's-actually-sort-of-good game show hosting for years, but he's not a name any American would recognize. Particularly myself. Sort of like, the Bob Barker of Britain, I think. But less old and less dead. Right, long story short, he's in a play at the Fringe and came in with the author and co-cast member to chat about it on Fresh Air. The interview, is (I think) insightful and intelligent, and doesn't make too much of a fuss about the huge star in the studio. Unfortunately, the rumor around town now is that Fresh Air doesn't know who Les Dennis is. Sigh, I'm such a black sheep.
-Getting to go to loads of press launches. Previews of various venues' line-ups, where one was often plied by the odd free drink or two. 'Schmooz and booz' was the atmosphere, which, I decided, was unsatisfactorily Los Angeles-like. Sure, having a pint in an outdoor beer garden in pleasant weather is nice -- except when everyone's trying to act like they're someone important. I hate the egos of PR/Press people.
-The atmosphere of the city. It's crawling with... foreigners. Ick. English, Aussies, Americans, you name 'em, they're everywhere. I count myself out of this group, as I am a resident. Not for much longer, but I've been here a year and I know the back streets, so that counts for something, right? Anyway, you can't deny that there's a really fun atmosphere about, even if the Scots have almost been diluted out and the prices have run through the roof.
-Having seen more shows than I can shake a stick at. Woo. Too many to count in two weeks, and plenty more to come. Not to mention a lot of exciting films coming up at the film festival!
More later. I'm tired. Hey, this turned out to be a long post after all... you owe me five pounds. I accept cash and check, no cards, though.
Sunday, July 8
Life, which includes A Much Better Day in Glasgow
Whew, am I tired. Knackered. Shattered. Kerplonked. You know. I'm even too tired to think of anymore "tired" slang terms. As Hard-Fi says, "I've been working all week and I'm tired." Nine hours a day, five days a week on my feet. Although, if it wasn't for the cd player in the stockroom I'd go mad -- the music in the shop drives me off the wall. Our big summer sale is getting kicked off soon, so that's going to be lots of fun. And by fun, I mean work. I've not really had a weekend to rest for awhile, either. Last weekend Stephanie came and visited me in Edinburgh and we had a grand time. Not going to get much rest next weekend, either, as I'm going to Paris for the first time since I was nine.
Also had a great day in Glasgow last week, visiting the radio show Tallah's working for. It's on the BBC. So Katie and I went to the BBC! The building is amazing, it's right on the Clyde River in Glasgow. Made me want to work for them. Or just any amazing radio station.
Other than that, my life has been gorgeously unexciting. Call me a scrubber, but I miss being able to go out on week nights and stay up past midnight. So what's coming up in my fascinating life? Going to see Nine Black Alps tomorrow night here in Edinburgh, Paris for the weekend, and lots and lots of of prep for Fresh Air coverage of the Edinburgh festeival. I'll be going part time in August when the festival is, so I can devote more time to my duties as Press offices Liason/Reviews Coordinator and as a festival crew member.
That's all I have the energy to write about tonight. More later when my life is thrilling again.
Also had a great day in Glasgow last week, visiting the radio show Tallah's working for. It's on the BBC. So Katie and I went to the BBC! The building is amazing, it's right on the Clyde River in Glasgow. Made me want to work for them. Or just any amazing radio station.
Other than that, my life has been gorgeously unexciting. Call me a scrubber, but I miss being able to go out on week nights and stay up past midnight. So what's coming up in my fascinating life? Going to see Nine Black Alps tomorrow night here in Edinburgh, Paris for the weekend, and lots and lots of of prep for Fresh Air coverage of the Edinburgh festeival. I'll be going part time in August when the festival is, so I can devote more time to my duties as Press offices Liason/Reviews Coordinator and as a festival crew member.
That's all I have the energy to write about tonight. More later when my life is thrilling again.
Tuesday, July 3
Second Adventures in Dublin and the Night I Almost Spent in Glasgow's Bus Station
So I went to Dublin last weekend to visit my friend Stephanie, who I went to Eastern Europe with. It was a good weekend, but I was flying in and out of Glasgow Airport since that's where I could get the cheapest flight. In case you've had your head under a rock, this should explain why alarm bells should be going off in your head right now.
I flew to Dublin Friday night, so no problem there. Had a good weekend with Steph, did a little shopping, had a night out on Saturday, walked around Trinity College some on Sunday... all in all I really enjoyed my second trip to the city. Dublin seems like a very cool town, a good sized city that, while lacking huge numbers of tourist attractions, feels to me like it'd be a really cool place to live -- kind of like Edinburgh. Lots of culture, lots of energy... lots of pubs. Anyway, enough romanticizing about Dublin, I'm sure the winters (and summers) are just as cold as Scotland.
I was due to arrive back into Glasgow on Sunday night about 9.45, but thanks to flight delays I got in about half past 11. I'm still amazed that the airport was open and functioning, though I wish they'd re-routed my flight to Edinburgh. When I got in, the terminal was all cordoned off and smelt of burnt rubber. They weren't allowing traffic anywhere near the airport, so I and a bunch of other passengers had to walk over to a bus stop way out under some overpass, next to a gas station. Finally the airport bus comes and I get back into Glasgow Buchanan Street Bus Station about 20 past Midnight. Thinking that, like any other night of the week, there were busses at 1, 1.30, and 3am I'd be ok for getting back to town. Oh no.
So the 900 bus pulls up, and I head over to it to ask the driver if he's going back to Edinburgh right away since it was a bit early for the 1am bus. He looks at me and informs me that the next bus is at 5.30am. Clearly, at this point, I am screwed.
So I'm sitting in the bus station, not wanting to spend the night in the bus station, but least of all wander around Glasgow in the middle of the night looking for a place to stay or to catch a 100-odd pound taxi home. While considering my fate and how I was going to manage staying awake until 5am, a tour bus pulled into the station and one of the station workers came up and asked if I was trying to get back into Edinburgh. Hearing the desperationin my 'yes' he recommended that I go over to the coach that pulled in, as he had a hunch the driver was going back and that I might be able to get a lift. This was indeed the case, thankfully, and the driver (grudgingly) gave me a ride. So I arrived back into town well into the early hours of the night. And I say nothing good ever happens to me.
Why would you attack Glasgow? Honestly. I know it's the biggest city in Scotland, but the airport's not exactly a hub and as far as mental significance goes, Edinburgh is the capital. Besides, weegies aren't a good bunch to choose to mess with. They will go after you -- and they have knives.
Anyway, I'm safe now. At least when I fly to Paris in a couple of weeks it'll be in and out of Edinburgh.
I flew to Dublin Friday night, so no problem there. Had a good weekend with Steph, did a little shopping, had a night out on Saturday, walked around Trinity College some on Sunday... all in all I really enjoyed my second trip to the city. Dublin seems like a very cool town, a good sized city that, while lacking huge numbers of tourist attractions, feels to me like it'd be a really cool place to live -- kind of like Edinburgh. Lots of culture, lots of energy... lots of pubs. Anyway, enough romanticizing about Dublin, I'm sure the winters (and summers) are just as cold as Scotland.
I was due to arrive back into Glasgow on Sunday night about 9.45, but thanks to flight delays I got in about half past 11. I'm still amazed that the airport was open and functioning, though I wish they'd re-routed my flight to Edinburgh. When I got in, the terminal was all cordoned off and smelt of burnt rubber. They weren't allowing traffic anywhere near the airport, so I and a bunch of other passengers had to walk over to a bus stop way out under some overpass, next to a gas station. Finally the airport bus comes and I get back into Glasgow Buchanan Street Bus Station about 20 past Midnight. Thinking that, like any other night of the week, there were busses at 1, 1.30, and 3am I'd be ok for getting back to town. Oh no.
So the 900 bus pulls up, and I head over to it to ask the driver if he's going back to Edinburgh right away since it was a bit early for the 1am bus. He looks at me and informs me that the next bus is at 5.30am. Clearly, at this point, I am screwed.
So I'm sitting in the bus station, not wanting to spend the night in the bus station, but least of all wander around Glasgow in the middle of the night looking for a place to stay or to catch a 100-odd pound taxi home. While considering my fate and how I was going to manage staying awake until 5am, a tour bus pulled into the station and one of the station workers came up and asked if I was trying to get back into Edinburgh. Hearing the desperationin my 'yes' he recommended that I go over to the coach that pulled in, as he had a hunch the driver was going back and that I might be able to get a lift. This was indeed the case, thankfully, and the driver (grudgingly) gave me a ride. So I arrived back into town well into the early hours of the night. And I say nothing good ever happens to me.
Why would you attack Glasgow? Honestly. I know it's the biggest city in Scotland, but the airport's not exactly a hub and as far as mental significance goes, Edinburgh is the capital. Besides, weegies aren't a good bunch to choose to mess with. They will go after you -- and they have knives.
Anyway, I'm safe now. At least when I fly to Paris in a couple of weeks it'll be in and out of Edinburgh.
Wednesday, June 27
Cold Cold Cold
I can take winter in Scotland; it's summer that'll drive me from this country. Low of 4 degrees Celcius last night, approximately the temperature where my blood turns solid and I lose the ability to do anything but roll on the floor and cry about how cold I am and whine about the weather. If it were March, it would be a different story, but it is almost July.
This is how truly boring my life is right now -- I've nothing more to say after my usual weather-related intro. I'm going on some trips in the next few weekends, but work takes up all my days and saps my energy for the evenings so I never do anything interesting on week nights.
So, instead, here's a few photos from Spring Break:
In Bucharest:
In and near Brasov, Romania:
Budapest:
I've picked these sort of haphazardly; I can assure you I have other, better pictures. Which I will one day upload.
This is how truly boring my life is right now -- I've nothing more to say after my usual weather-related intro. I'm going on some trips in the next few weekends, but work takes up all my days and saps my energy for the evenings so I never do anything interesting on week nights.
So, instead, here's a few photos from Spring Break:
In Bucharest:
In and near Brasov, Romania:
Budapest:
I've picked these sort of haphazardly; I can assure you I have other, better pictures. Which I will one day upload.
Friday, June 22
New Flatmates
I realized that I've not told you much about my new flat, the one I've moved into since leaving my university student flat. I moved across town which, in Edinburgh terms, means I live about a 10 minute walk away from where I used to. My old flatmate, Rhoslyn, was kind enough to get her mom to drive me (but mostly my stuff) over the day before I left for Venice. So when I came home from that trip I went straight to my new summer home. Hah, that makes it sound posh. Actually, for a student flat it's quite nice. It's in Marchmont, a more residential but still studenty part of town. The flat's quite spacious, and has a lot of character and nice high ceilings, things my former flat sorely lacked. It's in one of the many old stone flats that are all over the city.
The human flatmate situation is in flux for the summer, with various familiar faces subletting, moving in/out, etc. However, the old stone flat buildings of Edinburgh are notoriously infested with mice. I've seen one in our flat, and while cooking dinner at my friend Katie's yesterday one just ran right across the floor while we were chatting and cooking away. Bold as brass. So I get to share my new flat with the mice, the giant spider I saw sneaking around my wellies last night, and the mildew. It's not been as frigidly cold lately, but it's been incredibly humid. So much so that the hand towel in the bathroom won't dry. Oh well. It'll be a good summer, if it ever gets here.
Now for a few pictures from my trip to Venice. See, I can follow up on my promises sometimes.
In the Plaza San Marco:
On the Grand Canal:
Near the bus station, at night:
Just an average canal. They're all over the city. Boring:
A (slightly) cooler canal:
Also, today's the longest day of the year! According to BBC Weather, today in Edinburgh, sunrise was at 4:27am and sunset is at 10:03pm. Hooray for long days! It really is bizarre to look out the window at 11:30pm and the sky will still be fairly blue. It's sort of like being a little kid again -- oh, it's getting dark outside, time for bed! However, I do like the early sunrises; they make it far easier to get out of bed at 6am to get ready for work.
The human flatmate situation is in flux for the summer, with various familiar faces subletting, moving in/out, etc. However, the old stone flat buildings of Edinburgh are notoriously infested with mice. I've seen one in our flat, and while cooking dinner at my friend Katie's yesterday one just ran right across the floor while we were chatting and cooking away. Bold as brass. So I get to share my new flat with the mice, the giant spider I saw sneaking around my wellies last night, and the mildew. It's not been as frigidly cold lately, but it's been incredibly humid. So much so that the hand towel in the bathroom won't dry. Oh well. It'll be a good summer, if it ever gets here.
Now for a few pictures from my trip to Venice. See, I can follow up on my promises sometimes.
In the Plaza San Marco:
On the Grand Canal:
Near the bus station, at night:
Just an average canal. They're all over the city. Boring:
A (slightly) cooler canal:
Also, today's the longest day of the year! According to BBC Weather, today in Edinburgh, sunrise was at 4:27am and sunset is at 10:03pm. Hooray for long days! It really is bizarre to look out the window at 11:30pm and the sky will still be fairly blue. It's sort of like being a little kid again -- oh, it's getting dark outside, time for bed! However, I do like the early sunrises; they make it far easier to get out of bed at 6am to get ready for work.
Wednesday, June 20
June June June
Hi Everyone, just for fun I thought I'd start my entry off with an exciting complaint about the weather: It is frigid. Absolutely minging. Everything I thought winter would but shouldn't be, it is. Cold. Rainy. Windy. Incredibly miserable. It's so cold and humid the hand towel in the bathroom won't even dry. I asked someone when summer was going to get here. Referencing the few warm days had at the end of April, he said it was already gone. I can't believe I shipped my winter coat home. Actually, I can, but I regret it.
Anyway.
I've been up to nothing too exciting here, just working working working. And isn't that exciting. So I'll tell you about my trip to Venice then. I and several teammates from the rugby team went along to the Mirano (note: not Murano) 7s tournament, in a small town near Venice. The pictures are up from the tournament, with a lot of unflatering ones of us (in the light blue). We flew in Thursday morning from Liverpool and spent the afternoon toodling around the village nearby our hotel. Since the tournament was Saturday, we spent Friday, Sunday, and Monday in Venice itself. It was only 5 euros return to Venice, though on the slowest bus imagineable. Highlights of the tournament included:
-taking 2nd overall
-streaker on a bicycle
-large box of fresh fruit
-watching rugby all day, in a tournament atmosphere (which I miss from home!)
-getting to play 7s
Venice is a beautiful city. Saying that, I would never go there in the summer, for three reasons: the tourists, the smell, and the heat. It was already plenty warm and crowded when we were there, and I could tell that any warmer and the canals would smell quite a bit. Nonetheless, I had an excellent time there and would love to go back and explore more of Italy.
Being in Italy reminded me a lot of California -- it drove home really how much the southern part of the West Coast has a mediterranean climate. And of course I love the Italians. Good food, talking with your hands, not getting places on time... all things I can identify with. Ah, the motherland.Yeah, yeah, yeah... pictures to follow.
In the midst of all my working for the summer I'm trying to plan some weekends before the Edinburgh Festival rushes up in August and takes up all my time. Things have started going so fast here, since I started working. The weeks zip by as each day blends into the next, and weekends are even quicker. Before I know it it'll be time to go home. I'm finally starting to feel 'ready to go home' but I'm not ready to leave Edinburgh yet. Don't think I'll ever be really ready to leave this city, but by September I think I'll be really ready to go back home. Anyway, I'm planning trips to Paris and Dublin before I leave, and also probalby some places in England and Scotland.
Right, I need to sleep now so I can be functional at work tomorrow. I hate starting at 7.30am.
Anyway.
I've been up to nothing too exciting here, just working working working. And isn't that exciting. So I'll tell you about my trip to Venice then. I and several teammates from the rugby team went along to the Mirano (note: not Murano) 7s tournament, in a small town near Venice. The pictures are up from the tournament, with a lot of unflatering ones of us (in the light blue). We flew in Thursday morning from Liverpool and spent the afternoon toodling around the village nearby our hotel. Since the tournament was Saturday, we spent Friday, Sunday, and Monday in Venice itself. It was only 5 euros return to Venice, though on the slowest bus imagineable. Highlights of the tournament included:
-taking 2nd overall
-streaker on a bicycle
-large box of fresh fruit
-watching rugby all day, in a tournament atmosphere (which I miss from home!)
-getting to play 7s
Venice is a beautiful city. Saying that, I would never go there in the summer, for three reasons: the tourists, the smell, and the heat. It was already plenty warm and crowded when we were there, and I could tell that any warmer and the canals would smell quite a bit. Nonetheless, I had an excellent time there and would love to go back and explore more of Italy.
Being in Italy reminded me a lot of California -- it drove home really how much the southern part of the West Coast has a mediterranean climate. And of course I love the Italians. Good food, talking with your hands, not getting places on time... all things I can identify with. Ah, the motherland.Yeah, yeah, yeah... pictures to follow.
In the midst of all my working for the summer I'm trying to plan some weekends before the Edinburgh Festival rushes up in August and takes up all my time. Things have started going so fast here, since I started working. The weeks zip by as each day blends into the next, and weekends are even quicker. Before I know it it'll be time to go home. I'm finally starting to feel 'ready to go home' but I'm not ready to leave Edinburgh yet. Don't think I'll ever be really ready to leave this city, but by September I think I'll be really ready to go back home. Anyway, I'm planning trips to Paris and Dublin before I leave, and also probalby some places in England and Scotland.
Right, I need to sleep now so I can be functional at work tomorrow. I hate starting at 7.30am.
Wednesday, June 13
Boring Days
It's June and it's far too cold here. I've been working, a.k.a. nothing exciting's been happening. Venice was great (recap on that later), and the new flat is working out very well. Now if I just had the time to run errands!! I'll stop whinging and write you a more informative post later.
Wednesday, May 30
Crap Weather!
Well, May is almost over, and I want to know where the good weather is!!!! We had a couple of lovely weeks in April and then we got blasted back to February or March or something. All month long the weather has been consistently horrid: cloudy, cold, rainy, and generally miserable. I keep wondering when summer will arrive and if I'm making the right decision by sending home my winter coats.
What have I been up to in the past week and a half? Aside from working, that is... Monday I saw this awesome band, 1990s, at Cabaret Voltaire at a free warm-up gig for the Rockness Festival. They are one of my new favorite bands, really really brilliant. The only way I can describe their music is... happy. Deliriously happy, like on pills happy. It's inspiringly great and never fails to bring a smile to my face. Thursday I went through to Glasgow to see The Cribs and came back in time for Indie Club Together, the legendary Fresh Air Indie club night. Had a thoroughly Scottish experience at a chippy over in Glasgow, as I was too scared to ask for salt and sauce on my chips when the woman working there 'asked' (read: demanded), "Salt and vinegar?" Also, apparently even pizza gets gourmet treatment in the deep frier over there. Hilarious, though not too bad tasting, but I don't think I'd ever choose to eat it again.
I'm moving flats tomorrow, as I have to leave student accommodation for the summer. Fine by me! I'm moving over to my friend Kiran's flat in another part of town. I've done some preparation, so it should be easy enough, though on top of that I have to pack and leave for Venice. That's right: Venice, baby! It's technically for a rugby 7s tournament this weekend, but I think we might not even have enough people to play which kind of sucks. But I still get to go to Venice, hey hey! Bring on the homeland. I'll be there for about 5 days, which'll be my longest vacation this summer. I may spend a couple of weekends away but I won't really have the time since I'm working full time. Oh well, it's like Franz Ferdinand says, "It's always better on holiday/That's why we only work when we need the money." And I need the money. However, I am considering cutting back on my hours or quitting a bit early in August as I'm going to be the Press Officer/Reviews Coordinator for Fresh Air's coverage of the Edinburgh Festival. I'm very excited about that. But not nearly as excited right now as I am about Venice!
What have I been up to in the past week and a half? Aside from working, that is... Monday I saw this awesome band, 1990s, at Cabaret Voltaire at a free warm-up gig for the Rockness Festival. They are one of my new favorite bands, really really brilliant. The only way I can describe their music is... happy. Deliriously happy, like on pills happy. It's inspiringly great and never fails to bring a smile to my face. Thursday I went through to Glasgow to see The Cribs and came back in time for Indie Club Together, the legendary Fresh Air Indie club night. Had a thoroughly Scottish experience at a chippy over in Glasgow, as I was too scared to ask for salt and sauce on my chips when the woman working there 'asked' (read: demanded), "Salt and vinegar?" Also, apparently even pizza gets gourmet treatment in the deep frier over there. Hilarious, though not too bad tasting, but I don't think I'd ever choose to eat it again.
I'm moving flats tomorrow, as I have to leave student accommodation for the summer. Fine by me! I'm moving over to my friend Kiran's flat in another part of town. I've done some preparation, so it should be easy enough, though on top of that I have to pack and leave for Venice. That's right: Venice, baby! It's technically for a rugby 7s tournament this weekend, but I think we might not even have enough people to play which kind of sucks. But I still get to go to Venice, hey hey! Bring on the homeland. I'll be there for about 5 days, which'll be my longest vacation this summer. I may spend a couple of weekends away but I won't really have the time since I'm working full time. Oh well, it's like Franz Ferdinand says, "It's always better on holiday/That's why we only work when we need the money." And I need the money. However, I am considering cutting back on my hours or quitting a bit early in August as I'm going to be the Press Officer/Reviews Coordinator for Fresh Air's coverage of the Edinburgh Festival. I'm very excited about that. But not nearly as excited right now as I am about Venice!
Sunday, May 20
May Flowers
Wow, I realize I've gone 20 days into May without updating you all. My sincere apologies, but I have been very busy. I finished up my exams on the 8th, which was quite a bit earlier than everyone else as the official end of exams was this past Friday. Cue much celebration for the weekend! I had a really nice day yesterday: I went shopping in Stockbridge (the posh side of Edinburgh) with my friend Kiran, watched the FA Cup Final (Chelsea 1 - Man Utd 0, yay!), had dinner with Katie, Nick, and Kiran, and went to a beach party (which, in British terms, is more Hawaiian themed than anything else). A really nice end to the semester. Also, Tenants is over, which is actually fantastic -- I'm so glad not to have to always be rushing to finish the next episode and run it to the studio. If you missed its broadcast, you can download the episodes from the Fresh Air website or subscribe to the podcast.
Other than that, everything else has been winding down here -- had the leaving party for EAP and end-of-season dinner for rugby, and the Fresh Air end-of-year night out is this Friday. On top of that, Thursday is Indie Club Together, a big indie club night we're putting on. Unfortunately, I'm going to be late to that since I'm also seeing The Cribs in Glasgow the same night. I'm very excited about that. Speaking of concerts and such, I saw The Noisettes on the 6th (also in Glasgow) and they were very good. I had to miss MC Lars in Edinburgh this past Tuesday 'cause it was my first day at work and I was absolutely exhausted.
Yes, I now work! I've gotten a job as a stock room assistant at this posh High Street shop here, thanks to Tallah. It happened in fairly short order, but basically it's 7.30am-4.30pm every day, Monday to Friday. Yeah, it's a lot of hours (and very early ones), but it's a paying job and steady employment for the summer. Plus, the discount is incredible. The job itself is quite good, really. I process shipment and restock the floor, and don't have to deal with customers. Couldn't be better. The last excellent bit about it is that all my friends are going to have similar hours over the summer, so it'll be convenient to hang out together.
Something I've been dying to tell all you Americans about is Eurovision. It's one fantastic night (Saturday the 12th this year) where the a nominated pop group from 20 European countries get together and battle it out to be voted the top group on the continent! It's really really really incredibly fantastically cheesy and outrageous. Serbia won this year, Britain tied with France for 2nd to last (poor Ireland took last, with 5 points), but Ukraine was my favorite act. It's really a shame they only came in second. Some classic quotes from the evening, courtesy of some obnoxious girl in a pink dress they picked out of the audience:
"...I'm single and -- where's the camera?"
"Ten minutes ago I wasn't anybody! But now I'm everybody!"
Also, there was a great sign in the crowd that just simply said "Where's Andorra?" Anyway, here's Ukraine's performance, for your viewing pleasure. San Francisco, watch and take notes.
I honestly think they might have even outdone The Castro. Here's the music video for the same song, which is just as fabulous. Who wouldn't go clubbing with their elderly Ukrainian mother and her magic glasses?
I can tell you what's going to be pumping on my iPod all summer!
Other than that, everything else has been winding down here -- had the leaving party for EAP and end-of-season dinner for rugby, and the Fresh Air end-of-year night out is this Friday. On top of that, Thursday is Indie Club Together, a big indie club night we're putting on. Unfortunately, I'm going to be late to that since I'm also seeing The Cribs in Glasgow the same night. I'm very excited about that. Speaking of concerts and such, I saw The Noisettes on the 6th (also in Glasgow) and they were very good. I had to miss MC Lars in Edinburgh this past Tuesday 'cause it was my first day at work and I was absolutely exhausted.
Yes, I now work! I've gotten a job as a stock room assistant at this posh High Street shop here, thanks to Tallah. It happened in fairly short order, but basically it's 7.30am-4.30pm every day, Monday to Friday. Yeah, it's a lot of hours (and very early ones), but it's a paying job and steady employment for the summer. Plus, the discount is incredible. The job itself is quite good, really. I process shipment and restock the floor, and don't have to deal with customers. Couldn't be better. The last excellent bit about it is that all my friends are going to have similar hours over the summer, so it'll be convenient to hang out together.
Something I've been dying to tell all you Americans about is Eurovision. It's one fantastic night (Saturday the 12th this year) where the a nominated pop group from 20 European countries get together and battle it out to be voted the top group on the continent! It's really really really incredibly fantastically cheesy and outrageous. Serbia won this year, Britain tied with France for 2nd to last (poor Ireland took last, with 5 points), but Ukraine was my favorite act. It's really a shame they only came in second. Some classic quotes from the evening, courtesy of some obnoxious girl in a pink dress they picked out of the audience:
"...I'm single and -- where's the camera?"
"Ten minutes ago I wasn't anybody! But now I'm everybody!"
Also, there was a great sign in the crowd that just simply said "Where's Andorra?" Anyway, here's Ukraine's performance, for your viewing pleasure. San Francisco, watch and take notes.
I honestly think they might have even outdone The Castro. Here's the music video for the same song, which is just as fabulous. Who wouldn't go clubbing with their elderly Ukrainian mother and her magic glasses?
I can tell you what's going to be pumping on my iPod all summer!
Monday, April 30
67 Posts Into My Scottish Adventure...
I couldn't just leave my blog to fester with 66 posts. Too much potential for evil.
Anyway, so much has been happening, I've gotten practically no sleep for the past week. Tenants has been on air for a week, meaning we're only about one fourth of the way through its broadcast. That's right, only 6 out of a whopping 20 episodes have aired. I often wonder what we were thinking, taking on a project this big. Tallah and I have been really busy with editing the episodes, adding in music and sound effects, tacking on intros and outros, finding missing lines, ... and basically not sleeping. Since I had four exams last week it's my turn to go the extra mile on the soap this week while she catches up with her work. Whew.
So yeah, school? What's that? Kidding. Like I said, last week was a gauntlet of exams, with Animal Biology on Monday, a class test for Genetics Wednesday, lab exam for Animal Bio Thursday, and Oceanography on Friday. It was hell, but at least it's over now. Soon as I get the chance to catch up on my sleep I'll be ok.... I have one more exam, the final for Genetics, on May 8th, and then I'm finished! I'm done relatively early in comparison to some of my classmates; the exam period officially ends May 25 and I do know some sad souls with an exam that day.
Rugby season is coming to a close here, and we have just one game left. Our last premier (club) league game was yesterday, against the Murrayfield Wanderers ("Wandies"), which was rough. They're a good club side, and very "street smart", as the ref called it. What is 'street smart' in rugby, you ask? Little things that aren't always technically legal if the ref sees them. Like, say, tripping me while I'm running to catch up with play across the field or punching one of our locks after the breakdown's been blown up. If you don't know rugby lingo... you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. Don't worry about it -- they play dirty, is what I'm trying to say. Unpleasant. Ok, you're going to beat us by a substantial margin anyway, why bother being nasty? It just doesn't make rugby any fun to play. Anyway, we've got one game left, and a rather important one at that: it'll be the playoff to determine if we can move up into the BUSA Premier North League, instead of staying in SUSA (Scotland). It'd be awesome if we win, we would get to play at a much higher tier next season and probably improve loads. Not that I'm going to be there or anything, but still.
The weather here has been amazing, by Scotland standards. It's gone from LA-winter-like to Norcal-summer-like weather; cool in the mornings and evenings but warm and sunny during the day. Still a bit nippy for shorts unless you're running around and you pretty much always need a jumper or coat for when the wind picks up. Nonetheless, it's a big improvement! Also, spring is in gorgeous bloom, with a new bunch of flower or tree starting to blossom just about every week. Right now it's the cherry trees, which I love, so large chunks of The Meadows (and other, smaller green spaces around town) are lined with pale-pink blossoms. It's just gorgeous. Sigh, spring is here, though summer seems to be a ways off.
And speaking of summer, I'll fill you in on my plans, since they're nearing completion every day. Sorry, no, that makes it sound like I'm some sort of mad scientist or something. Anyway, like I've said before, I'm going to be living in Edinburgh for the summer. This means I get to stay and help Fresh Air cover the Edinburgh Festival in August and (boo, drudgery) get a job. Well, can't live for free I guess, huh? Would be nice, though. Things have changed slightly with the living situation and I'm staying at my friend Kiran's flat, with him, our friend Heather, and one of his existing flatmates. Plus a bunch of my other friends will be living really nearby in the same neighborhood. It's going to be really fun.
Enough from me, I need to eat some dinner and get to editing the next episode of Tenants. More later! Once I have more energy I'll put up photos galore. I promise.
Anyway, so much has been happening, I've gotten practically no sleep for the past week. Tenants has been on air for a week, meaning we're only about one fourth of the way through its broadcast. That's right, only 6 out of a whopping 20 episodes have aired. I often wonder what we were thinking, taking on a project this big. Tallah and I have been really busy with editing the episodes, adding in music and sound effects, tacking on intros and outros, finding missing lines, ... and basically not sleeping. Since I had four exams last week it's my turn to go the extra mile on the soap this week while she catches up with her work. Whew.
So yeah, school? What's that? Kidding. Like I said, last week was a gauntlet of exams, with Animal Biology on Monday, a class test for Genetics Wednesday, lab exam for Animal Bio Thursday, and Oceanography on Friday. It was hell, but at least it's over now. Soon as I get the chance to catch up on my sleep I'll be ok.... I have one more exam, the final for Genetics, on May 8th, and then I'm finished! I'm done relatively early in comparison to some of my classmates; the exam period officially ends May 25 and I do know some sad souls with an exam that day.
Rugby season is coming to a close here, and we have just one game left. Our last premier (club) league game was yesterday, against the Murrayfield Wanderers ("Wandies"), which was rough. They're a good club side, and very "street smart", as the ref called it. What is 'street smart' in rugby, you ask? Little things that aren't always technically legal if the ref sees them. Like, say, tripping me while I'm running to catch up with play across the field or punching one of our locks after the breakdown's been blown up. If you don't know rugby lingo... you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. Don't worry about it -- they play dirty, is what I'm trying to say. Unpleasant. Ok, you're going to beat us by a substantial margin anyway, why bother being nasty? It just doesn't make rugby any fun to play. Anyway, we've got one game left, and a rather important one at that: it'll be the playoff to determine if we can move up into the BUSA Premier North League, instead of staying in SUSA (Scotland). It'd be awesome if we win, we would get to play at a much higher tier next season and probably improve loads. Not that I'm going to be there or anything, but still.
The weather here has been amazing, by Scotland standards. It's gone from LA-winter-like to Norcal-summer-like weather; cool in the mornings and evenings but warm and sunny during the day. Still a bit nippy for shorts unless you're running around and you pretty much always need a jumper or coat for when the wind picks up. Nonetheless, it's a big improvement! Also, spring is in gorgeous bloom, with a new bunch of flower or tree starting to blossom just about every week. Right now it's the cherry trees, which I love, so large chunks of The Meadows (and other, smaller green spaces around town) are lined with pale-pink blossoms. It's just gorgeous. Sigh, spring is here, though summer seems to be a ways off.
And speaking of summer, I'll fill you in on my plans, since they're nearing completion every day. Sorry, no, that makes it sound like I'm some sort of mad scientist or something. Anyway, like I've said before, I'm going to be living in Edinburgh for the summer. This means I get to stay and help Fresh Air cover the Edinburgh Festival in August and (boo, drudgery) get a job. Well, can't live for free I guess, huh? Would be nice, though. Things have changed slightly with the living situation and I'm staying at my friend Kiran's flat, with him, our friend Heather, and one of his existing flatmates. Plus a bunch of my other friends will be living really nearby in the same neighborhood. It's going to be really fun.
Enough from me, I need to eat some dinner and get to editing the next episode of Tenants. More later! Once I have more energy I'll put up photos galore. I promise.
Monday, April 23
Tenants!
Wow, it's going on air today! The soap opera I've been working on for ages is finally getting it's premiere at 1pm (repeated at 5.30pm) on Fresh Air. In fact, that's when you can hear it every day, with an omnibus on Saturdays at 12.30!
We've got our own page on the Fresh Air site, in addition to our myspace page.
Ok, ok, a little more explanation is due, I suppose. Too bad! You'll just have to listen! (Or download the podcast.)
We've got our own page on the Fresh Air site, in addition to our myspace page.
Ok, ok, a little more explanation is due, I suppose. Too bad! You'll just have to listen! (Or download the podcast.)
Thursday, April 19
Late Night Thoughts/Update
How's life? Boring. What have I been up to? Studying for finals, or as they'd say here, revising for exams. That and working to get Tenants the soap ready for broadcast Monday. I have four exams next week. So much fun to look forward to.
The weather here is warming up a bit -- it's now like an LA winter, but without so much rain and a bit windier. Also, all the flowers and trees have started blooming, and I can't wait until The Meadows' cherry trees hit full blossom.
The weather here is warming up a bit -- it's now like an LA winter, but without so much rain and a bit windier. Also, all the flowers and trees have started blooming, and I can't wait until The Meadows' cherry trees hit full blossom.
Thursday, April 12
Wrap It Up! (European Adventure Part 8 of 8)
Sorry for the few days delay, I've been decompressing my travel experiences upon arrival back in Edinburgh. Now, to where I left off talking about Budapest...
First, our adventures in Pest: Heroes Park is a huge plaza with enormous statues to a bunch of Hungarian Dudes. Sorry, I'm afraid I can't be any more specific than that, otherwise I'll have to kill you/admit I didn't read everything in the guidebook. We strolled about and had a look, and then went over to the neighboring park to chill and grab a couple pretzels. In one part of the park was the amazing Magyar Museum (an amazing building, we didn't actually go inside) where we wandered around and snapped away suitably. Back on the Metro, to pop up next to the apparently famous Gerbeaud cafe in Vorosmarty Ter, where we had lunch after doing some shopping at the Easter market in the square. Onwards from our posh luncheon, to Parliament. Breathtaking building, absolutely gorgeous. We walked on from there, down the banks of the Danube, and got to see the sun starting to set over the hills of Buda, which was lovely. Realizing that daylight was running short, we hurried over to St. Stephen's Basilica and ran around inside taking awe-struck photos as politely as possible, since it was Easter Sunday. It is the only place I've ever literally said "Oh my god" as soon as I walked in. (And give me some credit, I've been to my share of fancy churches.) It's huge and beautifully decorated inside, almost everything is golden. It's just incredible. Anyway, after that we ran over to the Old Synagogue, but it was closing so we had to make do with pictures of the outside (still lovely, though). Afterwards, we wandered around town for ages trying to find an open supermarket or at least somewhere to get food. (Sadly, we had to repeat the same adventure the next night, too.)
I wish we'd had more time in Budapest to actually go into places instead of just standing outside and taking pictures before moving on to the next landmark.
Now for that amazing overall travel reflection: I love how everything, absolutely everything, becomes and adventure when you're traveling. "Ok! We found the bus we need! Now we just have to buy a ticket for it..." "Look, there's a ticket machine!" Fortunately, the machine speaks English. Unfortunately, according to the machine, we do not. What shall we do next guys? Try and buy a train ticket? Find a toilet? Dare we even attempt to figure out how to get inside this building?? Sometimes a bit of daring and the ability to accurately pantomime is all you need.
Anyway, it feels really good to be back in Edinburgh. I loved every minute of my trip, but I'm very glad I decided to come back early -- it just gives me the time to breathe a little and ease into studying rather than having an exam four days after I return. I swear, though, I felt like I was gone for about a month.
As always, pictures to follow (when I have the motivation/time).
First, our adventures in Pest: Heroes Park is a huge plaza with enormous statues to a bunch of Hungarian Dudes. Sorry, I'm afraid I can't be any more specific than that, otherwise I'll have to kill you/admit I didn't read everything in the guidebook. We strolled about and had a look, and then went over to the neighboring park to chill and grab a couple pretzels. In one part of the park was the amazing Magyar Museum (an amazing building, we didn't actually go inside) where we wandered around and snapped away suitably. Back on the Metro, to pop up next to the apparently famous Gerbeaud cafe in Vorosmarty Ter, where we had lunch after doing some shopping at the Easter market in the square. Onwards from our posh luncheon, to Parliament. Breathtaking building, absolutely gorgeous. We walked on from there, down the banks of the Danube, and got to see the sun starting to set over the hills of Buda, which was lovely. Realizing that daylight was running short, we hurried over to St. Stephen's Basilica and ran around inside taking awe-struck photos as politely as possible, since it was Easter Sunday. It is the only place I've ever literally said "Oh my god" as soon as I walked in. (And give me some credit, I've been to my share of fancy churches.) It's huge and beautifully decorated inside, almost everything is golden. It's just incredible. Anyway, after that we ran over to the Old Synagogue, but it was closing so we had to make do with pictures of the outside (still lovely, though). Afterwards, we wandered around town for ages trying to find an open supermarket or at least somewhere to get food. (Sadly, we had to repeat the same adventure the next night, too.)
I wish we'd had more time in Budapest to actually go into places instead of just standing outside and taking pictures before moving on to the next landmark.
Now for that amazing overall travel reflection: I love how everything, absolutely everything, becomes and adventure when you're traveling. "Ok! We found the bus we need! Now we just have to buy a ticket for it..." "Look, there's a ticket machine!" Fortunately, the machine speaks English. Unfortunately, according to the machine, we do not. What shall we do next guys? Try and buy a train ticket? Find a toilet? Dare we even attempt to figure out how to get inside this building?? Sometimes a bit of daring and the ability to accurately pantomime is all you need.
Anyway, it feels really good to be back in Edinburgh. I loved every minute of my trip, but I'm very glad I decided to come back early -- it just gives me the time to breathe a little and ease into studying rather than having an exam four days after I return. I swear, though, I felt like I was gone for about a month.
As always, pictures to follow (when I have the motivation/time).
Tuesday, April 10
Part 7: No More Guessing, I'm Bored With This Game
The Journey Home to Edinburgh
7.15am, catch the tram from Rakoczi* ter to Blaha Lujza ter. 7.20am, catch M2 Metro from Blaha Lujza ter to Deak Ferenc ter, transfer to M3 Metro. 7.30am, M3 Metro to Kobanya-Kispest, end of the line. 7.55am, catch BKV-Ferihegy bus no. 200 to Airport. 8.30am, check-in, everyone mobs the desk. 10.30am, catch EasyJet flight to London Luton with several very active small children. 10.31am, headache begins. 12.15pm, collect baggage, realize iPod charger is missing from checked backpack; headache worsens. 12.25pm, airport bus from Luton to Baker Street tube station. 1.35pm, tube from Baker Street to King's Cross/St. Pancras. 1.49pm, arrive King's Cross and realize I have 11 minutes to make a cheaper train or wait till 3pm; I run. 1.50pm panic at ticket buying machine. 1.52pm, get on train, feel silly for running and panicking. 2pm prompt, safely on a train to Edinburgh as it departs King's Cross. 5.25pm, iPod runs out of battery. 6.30pm, arrive back in Edinburgh, walk home, make a cup of tea, and promptly overdose on the interenet.
Sigh..............
(*All Hungarian place names are missing several accent marks)
Monday, April 9
Can You Guess.... Part 6
A Pleasant Day in Buda
Yesterday = Pest
Today = Buda
Tomorrow = Home! (ish)
Tonight is my last evening before I fly back to London, and I'll be sad to leave Eastern Europe. It's been a trip, to say the least. Anyway, on to the last couple day's events...
Today we struck out nice and early, like the good workers we are, and trekked out to the Statue Park, a collection of old communist statues. Unless you are as amused by these old sculptures as we were, I wouldn't recommend going, it's nothing amazing. However, if you like blasphemy and silly photos in front of statues, you'd be in heaven (like us!). A few postcards and one ridiculous Lenin-shaped candle later, we were on our way back into town, ready to tackle Buda.
We had lunch (pizza again, how adventurous) and then headed up into the old town on the hill. We started out at Fisherman's Bastion, an amazing fortification along the wall with great views of the city along the river. It stretches the length of a few city blocks and is made all out of white stone. It's beautifully decorated and, interestingly enough, all the columns are in different styles. After that we wandered around the old cathedral and over to the palace for some more great vistas and photos. On the way we stopped at a little handicrafts market, and I got an embroidered table runner which I plan to use as a wall hanging. The sole reason I bought it is so that when I have kids and they say, "Mom, why do we have so much old crap in the house?" I can say, "Ohhh no, I bought this in Hungary aaaaages ago, when I was on vacation from Edinburgh. I must have been, oh, 20 years old? That was 2007; it's very old and valuable now." It's a red floral pattern on a rough, tan colored piece of linen.
Anyway, on to the palace, where we walked around wallowing in its splendor, and then I fell asleep in the grass for a bit while Stephanie wrote some postcards. Lovely, except now I'm a little sunburned. Me! That's how pathetically pasty I've become, living in Scotland. I'm out in the sun for one day and the back of my neck gets sunburned. Tsk. Anyway, we walked back down through Buda and headed back to the hostel to regroup before heading out to get groceries and dinner.
Buda and Pest are amazing cities, both old and beautiful in their own ways. Buda's much more medieval and renaissance, up on the hill and overlooking the Danube, while Pest is flat and has lovely large boulevards decorated in a more baroque style. I love both parts, and oddly enough the city reminds me a bit of San Francisco. Sigh, home.
More in a bit, there's people waiting to use the computer here....
Can You Guess Where I Am? Part 5
Budapest
Yesterday: Pest
Today: Buda
(Tomorrow: Budapest --> London --> Edinburgh)
Yes, Budapest is actually two distinct cities, Buda and Pest, separated by the Danube. Yesterday we got our transit passes and fully took advantage of the metro and tram, zipping all over Pest to see some of the amazing monuments. I'd read in Lonely Planet that Pest is the flat, industrial neighbor to Buda, so I'd assumed it would be rather boring and probably kind of ugly. Here is where I am wrong. Very wrong. I'll elaborate more on what we saw later (we're on our way out the door right now for a full day in Buda, as it's our last day), but the list includes: Heroes Park, The Magyar Museum, Parliament, The Danube, some cool Easter marketplace and lunch at a well-known cafe, St. Stephen's Basilica (though not his mummified right hand, boo), and the old synagogue. I might have forgotten a couple of things; I'll have to check my pictures and guidebook and fill you in later.
Now we're off to Statue Park, where they've dragged a bunch of old communist statues together, and then Buda. I'm excited.
P.S. If I thought Romanian was hard... Hungarian is crazy. No joke. They have words longer than train stations to put them on.
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