Saturday, February 18, 2012

A repost from my friend's blog

This is what my friend Emma did when she was getting stressed from writing assignments. She is a PhD student at the University of Warwick. I feel that I may just have copy this idea in the future. This is also the friend that once said to me "I guess I should through this cardboard [from putting together Ikea furniture] away, instead of building a fort. It is a sign that I am maturing into a real person [read adult]."



"When the going gets tough...

...the tough build blanket forts.


Yepp. This is how I deal with feeling down....and you know what?

It worked.

To the Writing Cave!"

from epbandj2.blogspot.com

Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Bathroom: The Room The British Forgot


If there is one room in a British house that is inferior to its North American counter-part, it is the bathroom, or as they call it here (if it has not bath tub), the toilet. I rarely will call something British inferior, but the bathroom truly is. Here is why.

Before you enter the bathroom, in some house, you must turn the light on. This may sound obvious, but in British houses, light switches are either on the outside of the bathroom, or, if they are on the inside, they are a dangling string, hopefully near the door. This is for what the Brits call 'Health and Safety.' Basically the person who thought up this law believes that touching a light switch in the bathroom will put you in mortal danger. They think that you will have a wet hand, and when you touch the switch you will electrocute yourself. I would believe this, except having lived the vast majority of my life in countries and houses with switches INSIDE the bathroom, I have never once heard of this happening.





Once inside you may notice a distinct lack of any kind of storage. Only a few bathrooms I have been in have built in storage, and that is, from my experience, never enough. I have a pedestal sink, which, though lovely to look at, gives no storage. We do have a closet in the bathroom, but it holds the gas water heater, and as such, cannot be used to store anything...legally.


There are no outlets in English bathrooms, aside from those made for electric shavers. I have been told this is for Health and Safety. This makes sense, as I have heard of hundreds of accounts of electrocutions from appliances in bathrooms...actually I have never heard of this. Water-based electrocutions are rare, as Ground Fault Interruptors prevent this. Anyway, if we cannot have normal outlets, why can we have the shaver outlets? Shaver outlet carry the same voltage as normal outlets, AND are never grounded, making them more dangerous than normal outlets. There is no logic in this!

And now we get to the water taps, or was we call them in America, faucets. Many places have a single, mixing tap, like back home. What this means is you have one tap, that lets out water whose temperature you can adjust. For some reason, many sinks and bath tubs in this country have not broken into the 20th century...even when those bathrooms where built in the 21st. My English friends tell me that the allure of this set up is that when one wants hot water, you get it quickly, while with mixing taps you have to wait. This is the ONLY merit of this set up. A merit that does not make up for the fact the when washing your hands you get the choice between ice cold water that makes your joints ache, or scalding water that has your screaming a falsetto note you were not aware you could reach. In my first apartment here, I had no shower, but I did have a bath tub with one hot and one cold tap. Luckily I had a Y-connector that pathetically and temporarily mixed the two...it is one of the main reasons I moved. Basically, the merit (for there is only one) of the two taps is like saying "Sure my car has no engine, but that means it uses no gas!"  Some of my friends say that all you have to do is plug the drain and fill the sink, mixing the water yourself.  However, many places do not have a plug. So you are supposed to....?  


In Bill Bryson's newest book, AT HOME: A BRIEF HISTORY OF PRIVATE LIFE, he relates a story of a woman who worked as a writer for a woman's magazine in London in the 1950s. She was told that she and the other writers where not allowed to write about bathrooms, as at that time in England, not enough people had bathrooms, and it might cause jealousy among housewives. So I would take this as a reason for the state of many modern English bathrooms, but then why not make changes when you can? If you are renovating your 50+ year old bathroom, why would you put separate taps in, or storage?

Like I said earlier, I do not usually compare English and American things, but this one has been annoying me. Every North American I have asked feels the same way, and many English people who have lived/spent a lot of time in North America as well. There are things here that are vastly superior: gun control, National Health Service, the availability of Indian food, laws that allow for cheap airline flights, people knowing where their food comes from, people who respect their history, ect. I love England, but I do not love the bathroom.

PS Please forgive any spelling errors, I am tired and can't be bothered to re-read and spell check.

Making Sauerkraut


I decided that I wanted to make red sauerkraut, so I went to the farmer's market (yay for buying local and seasonal!) and bought a few ingredients. I followed a recipe, but it still seems too salty, but I'll have to wait for two weeks, until the pickling process is done. Anyway, I only decided to post this because as I was washing the salt off the cabbage, I though the color of the water was really pretty. So here are a few pictures:







Sunday, May 22, 2011

My Day in Chipping (Chicken) Campden

Patryk had Monday the 4th of April off so we went to Chipping Campden for the day. It is a small towne about 20 minutes from where Patryk lives. It was known for its wool trade, the way it became rich, and for looking so damn cute. About the title of this post: for some reason Patryk kept saying Chicken Campden instead Chipping, so the Chicken kind of stuck.


This is the market in the town. Everything, by law, must be built out of the local Cotswolds stone, so the entire town has this ambery look to it. Some of the buildings in Stratford have the same stone.










This is part of what is left of the manor house, which was burnt down in the civil war (by the Royalists I think). Cotswold stone turns pink when it is heated up, as you can see from the stones on the left. At the far end is a banqueting house. My guide book lied when it said this site is open to the public. Apparently we were trespassing, but luckily the people who lived there jus laughed and said not to worry about it.









This is the west door to St James' Church in the town.















Patryk and I after we ate our lunch. I felt like such a tourist that day!







After we left Chipping Campden we decided to go see Broadway Tower, in the village of Broadway. Patryk had tried to take me there twice before, but it was always closed. One night we even had a night time picnic in front of the gate when we found out it was closed. The tower is a folly built in the 19th century. It served no real purpose other than something for a victorian businessman to spend his money on instead of using his money to help people.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

It Has Been a While

Ok, so it has been a while since I last posted. Oh well.

*My friend Victoria and I are moving in together next month to a house in the center of town, which means much lower cost of living for me!

*I have a job as a barman at Carluccio's Italian restaurant in town. I want to be a waiter, tips would mean i made about 50% more than I do on the bar.

*I have a boyfriend (yay!).

*My best friend is getting married in Iowa this summer and I am in the wedding party (double yay!).

*I love living in England!!!

Ok, so that is the basic news. I will also be applying for a research degree to start in the Fall. It will definitely be an MPhil (one year) that might turn into an MLitt (2 year) or PhD (3 year) thing, but just the MPhil for now. Right now I am looking at researching the roots of theatre in the church and try to determine at which point theatre became truly secular (there is more to it that that, much more, but I don't want to say too much right now).

I have also been sick on and off since about New Years. I had the Mumps for about a week, just one more 'who gets thats' disease for me to add to the list alongside TB. I am getting over a sinus infection now.

So long for now. Tootles!!!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Christmas in Stratford-Upon-Avon



This is Cassie and I making a sandwich out of Victoria.












General shot of Shakespearean scholars and wanna-be scholars partying in a mid 18th century hall.









This is my friend Amanda from Florida and Victoria, from Birmingham.









Christmas here has come and gone and I am now going back to work on my papers starting tomorrow. I was able to write a good chunk of one of my papers last week, despite that the weather made the library close one day last week. On Christmas Eve I went to the Carol service at Holy Trinity, then over to a friends for dinner with the other sad Americans left here. After dinner we went to midnight mass at the church, it was very pretty and nice. After mass I came home and called grandma and talked to everyone at her place.



On Christmas my friend picked me up and I went to her place to spend the day. I was supposed to spend the night there but something happened at my apartment and I had to come home (everything was fine, it was a false alarm). At Harriet's, my friend, we attempted to make a snow man, but the snow was too powdery so we just kind of carved one in the snow. We had a great dinner and played some board games before watching Coronation Street and then East Enders (soap operas). I have never watched either of these shows, but I was instantly hooked on East Enders; I barely know what was going on but it was riveting!



The first picture of os Stanley the cat and I sleeping off dinner on the couch. The next is Harriet and I after making the snowman-like-thing.







I didn't do much today: just the gym, then I took a load of laundry to a friends to wash it (the pipes in our laundry room have frozen so I can't use them now) and watched a movie. I have been washing my clothes in the bath tub very slowly over the last few hours....I do lead such an exciting life here! Luckily we have a dryer in the laundry room.





This week is a week of research and writing. I hope to finish one essay and finish most of the research for another by Friday night. I am going to Birmingham to use the library sometime this week, but I don't know which day yet.

I am planning on going to London the week after New Years for a day to see Derek Jacobi in King Lear, I am pretty excited about it.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Football Christmas Dinner and other Christmas-y Goings On


Hello all. Last Friday the Institute Football people, like me, had out Christmas party at the Shakespeare Hotel and Restaurant. It was great: the food, the people, the music (well the music was stuck in the 70s for a bit) and the dancing.




The dance floor....my legs hurt more the next day than after and hour and a half at the gym.













The ladies!















We all had these balloons to blow up and then let fly, but they were hard to blow up. Emma had quite a problem, but was successful in the end.




The next day we had a secret santa party at Emma and Red's house. I got the tea pot I have had my eye on since the beginning of October. On Monday we had a party for our friend Gareth, were we watched Eddie Izzard and ate a "Cake or Death?" cake. Then last night Emma and Red came over and we exchanged presents. I got the tea cups and saucer that match the tea pot I got for secret Santa! YAY!!

This is Emma and Red in front of my Christmas display (thanks Kak and Grandma for it).

Wait, no, I mean......I have spent every waking hour studying, reading and transcribing, yes that is it.