Thursday, August 19, 2010
Found an Apartment
Interestingly, Beijing seems to be cheaper than Shanghai in almost all respects, from food to transport. Been exploring a little, had dinner with Larry the other night (and his girlfriend...OOPS, he didn't know it was Chinese Valentine's day until I told him.) You can live in a country for 20 years, but if it's all in an office...the story behind this holiday is fun, it has to do with a goddess [in the moon. obviously.] and mortal falling in love, but the goddesses protective father separates them. Once a year on this day [by the lunar calendar so it changes every year] the birds form a bridge to the moon and they meet. Met a friend with a scooter (and my landlord has one! he took me to the bank and the police to register) so I've been scootering around Beijing a bit. Terrifying. God save the third world as they get cars. The visit to the police station was interesting--they have an old-time stamp for everything instead of signing and I got to go into the fun 'interrogation room'...to sign stuff. Little nerve wracking, but certainly an experience.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Beijing Impressions
I feel much more at home here than in Shanghai. People seem less rushed, more relaxed. The mere presence of trees and gardens does wonders for the spirits, and the older, crumbling architecture gives it a sense of concrete PLACE (spatiality) in this McWorld that Shanghai lacks. And on the steet, a white UN truck honks in irritation as a taxi cab cuts it off.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Still alive in Shanghai
I've read that the more time you spend in China the less you are able to say. Stuff that at first is really odd becomes everyday, but I thought I'd start a list, for my own memory as much as anything.
It starts with the hallway outside our apartment, on the 25th floor. Coming out of the elevator the first thing you notice is the shiny plastic wall hanging--two tigers around a character. I imagine it is left over from some holiday or festival--we saw similar things in Guangdong on the doors of houses. Moving down the hallway you notice a row of cactuses and plants on one window ledge, then the next window open and leading out onto a rooftop area, where one of the neighbours has installed a pigeon coop. Pigeon is a fairly common item on all the menus here. Further on my neighbours have hung their washing and have a stool and bucket out in the hallway--their apartment is only maybe two rooms so they leave the door open most of the time and a large amount of day-to-day life is lived in the corridor. Should also mention that the corridor is the parking garage for everyone's bikes.
And speaking of bikes, the things people here fit on them boggles the mind. Today I saw someone on a motorcycle with a flowerpot--that was just surreal, but its not uncommon to see them loaded with wood or water cooler tanks or anything you can imagine (plants are more common than you might expect). Also popular are attached trailers with everything from goods to people, with the poor person in front pedaling furiously in the traffic. And bikes and motorcycles here consider themselves halfway between pedestrian and car, zooming around on sidewalks and even 'jaywalking' when no cars are coming. A lot of the streets have unofficial bike/motorbike lanes, and cars seem to be as used to driving around them as the cyclists are to performing all sorts of vehicular acrobats to not get run over.
That's all for now--more next time!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Brain-digging
UK: "at university"
'At' refers to a place or a temporary stage of life--"I'm at work right now", or, "I'm at National and 1st street". The experience is temporary, transient, a one-way relationship. You can be 'at' something, but it can't be 'at' you.
US: "in college"
'In' is different--it refers to a physical placement as well, but the connotation is of enfolding, encircling, protecting--what you are 'in' has agency, in that *it* contains *you*. And it does contain--it becomes institutional, you are 'in', you can't just leave as if you were merely 'at'. But to be 'in' also implies entrance (exclusivity!) or membership--"I am *in*, they are out." And it comes with greater propriety and ownership: "I am *in* my house" versus "I am *at* home"."In college", you own it and it owns you, protects you, keeps others out but keeps you in. It is altogether a more infantile relationship than the autonomous "I am *at* university--I am here, for now, for my purposes. Tomorrow I may leave."
In the UK, most of the population goes to university, derailing its 'elitism', and schools themselves are government service institutions that are taken somewhat more for granted. The US does a better job of 'branding' and 'owning', one of the upsides of the common complaint that US schools are just businesses. Or is it an upside? It's been interesting speaking to Jason, who goes to Cornell--his freshman year has been absolutely harrowing, by the sounds of it, in terms of workload and expectations. I'm conflicted how to feel about this--I recognize the huge value of the leeway and free time or 'reading time' that St Andrews gives, but further structure and a comprehensive liberal arts agenda would actually probably have been more beneficial *for me*. The followup question, I guess, is about results: which of us winds up knowing more, or being able to think better? And how much of that can actually be attributed to whether or not we took a mandatory Writing 101 class?
One of the things I'm missing this summer is real academic interaction. I still read my blogs but it definitely is not the same--the lack of someone to have 'idea' talks with is dead depressing, and I can actually feel the scope of my thoughts shrinking. I've learnt a lot of specifics here, but the big-picture general stuff and the connections are lacking.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Swords and fauna
Monday, July 12, 2010
My medical experience...
Saturday, July 10, 2010
It was Bronchitis!
Spent most of today at the hospital. Bill came to about RMB12500 (around US$180) for drop-in doctor, bloodwork, x-ray, and perscription (antibiotics, something for my sinuses, and "traditional Chinese cough syrup"[mostly honey and herbs]). Phew. Long day. Good to know what the crappiness was and have something to do about it. I've got records and a receipt if you think Kaiser will do anything about it, along with a nifty x-ray of my lung that looks like someone exploded a spider in it.
So...taking it easy for the weekend?
Though we may go see pandas tomorrow.
No more proxy
I've been quite ill for the last few days--too little sleep and horribly polluted air is my guess. Took yesterday off from work, laid on the couch and slept or watched The Colbert Report and Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. It was crap...great visuals, but somehow they decided that The Chronicles of Narnia was an appropriate story to tie that deliciously nonsensical mess to...and it didn't work. At all. A few really clever moments, but the film felt like a Burton flick constrained by the Alice mythos rather than something that gave it wings. Ah well. It was a bootleg Chinese copy and pretty good quality for that, though at 2 points the film went into black and white for a few minutes...odd.
What else? Earlier this week I went with Jason (who I'm living with) to get an hour massage for US$10, which was pretty good, especially for $10! Otherwise things have been pretty quiet here, Larry has honestly kinda run out of stuff for us to do...we've been doing "online marketing" for over a week now, just trolling forums and message boards and setting up pages, which is potentially useful, but Larry is distinctly NOT someone who does computers, so all the social networking/viral marketing stuff that is possible really isn't in this context because no one will ever go on the pages or update content....ah well. Hopefully next week will be busier, I'm going to ask if I can shadow someone...I've gotten a decent data analyst/marketing perspective, but still not seen any actual 'consulting', which is what the firm, yennow, does. Still fingers crossed about something green-tech-y, but I haven't heard anything about that in a while. Since Malinda (his niece) left Larry hasn't been around out of the office, where he is, understandably, furiously busy, so I haven't gotten much time to talk.
Going out for Karaoke with Jason and most of the marketing team tonight, though, which should be fun.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Proxies!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Long Time, No Write
In any case, Larry's new book launches in Beijing tomorrow so the marketing area has been a-flurry over getting ready for that, and we've been getting sucked in. My primary job has still been data collection and analysis, and either Larry or I finally figured out what he was going for so I've been getting statistics that are maybe even useful! And, as its the end of June, probably endlessly updating the office data. But as much fun as spreadsheets have been ("a learning experience...") we're moving on to greener pastures! Larry is decidedly NOT tech savvy (both a good and bad thing) so we've got the very general assignment to "create an internet presence" and "do 'viral' marketing" etc. You know, the stuff young people and small companies do for cheap with big results...maybe. I worry that without maintenance (you can't just 'create' digg, twitter, and facebook accounts, you've actually gotta do stuff with them!) this effort will be half-hearted and ineffective, but there are some basic things (a wikipedia page! online photos!) that we are working on right now that are actually kinda cool, with the bonus of forcing me how to use the sites and do some basic HTML. I think Larry also wants us to do some astroturfing, aka fake 'grassroots' campaigning, like spamming forums with "I just discovered this new book!" kinda stuff from 'unrelated people'. Morally questionable, but again, probably a great thing for me to know. Giving me lots of new ideas for theatre marketing...
On the social front, have been meeting some cool people. Randomly have gotten to know a bunch of the dancers from the US pavilion at the Shanghai World Expo, and that's been great for having people with some sense of ART AND BEAUTY IN THE WORLD in addition to money money money. Also, they're pro dancers. Like, music videos and broadway shows pro. Which is awesome. And last weekend I went to a party on a boat with them, hosted by the Spain Pavilion, and that was pretty sweet--free alcohol, and ON A BOAT! What else? I've been eating for about 10RMB a meal (that's about $1.4) which makes me happy, and I have hilarious interactions every time I try to do something as simple as buy fruit from a fruit stand...I got enough basic Chinese to ask for things but not nearly enough to understand the responses.
Half-formed thought-of-the-week:
Don't blame the West. Westernisation of Chinese culture, etc. Or at least, don't blame it exclusively. Blame urbanization at an incredible pace. I've been reading shanghaiexpat.com, an expat forum, and a lot of the complaints are about 'rudeness', spitting in the streets, littering, doing 'private business' in public, not saying sorry, etc. Some of the responses have said "hey, it's a cultural thing", but the best ones have said "look at any early-stage city, or cities with a lot of migrants from the countryside. Habits that in the country are fine or even best-practices in crowded cities become disruptive. People need time to learn how to live in cities. Give China a generation or two. The government is trying to 'rush' 'civilizing' behaviour for the Olympics and Expo...this will come by itself in time." It's an interesting thought, I'll be fascinated to see if it is proven correct.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Tragic but funny
Or, Why the US is Fat and Sick (Compared to the Rest of the World).
Everyone in the office in Shanghai has been coughing up a storm, myself especially--who wouldn't, the air is basically brown and the tops of the skyscrapers are shrouded in a haze of *something*. Last Monday I asked Xi, the head of marketing who's desk is closest to mine, what she'd done over the weekend. "You know," she replied, "stayed home...tried to get rid of my cough." Xi lived in the UK for a while and her English is exceptional.
"Oh," I ask, "What did you take?"
She hesitates for a moment. "You know, in China, we use some food as medicine. My mother made me special drink...it has...pear...mushroom....some sweet (candy), and a, how do you say, a type of medicine juice. Chinese cough syrup!" Then yesterday, around the end of the day someone starting handing out sweets around the office (Xi keeps a seemingly neverending supply of cough drops that appear whenever I start coughing), and on the packet I noticed, written over and over in big letters, VITAMIN C. Melinda, the other Western Intern and Larry's niece, said, "doesn't this company make cough drops? Is this candy or cough drops?" They were lime flavoured, soothing on the throat, and doubtless great for the Vitamin C levels.
And it got me thinking back. In Costa Rica, when one of the staff was sick, they made him drink something whose main ingredient seemed to be cinnamon until he got better. In Korea last summer, the Jim Je Ban, the public bath, was not a luxury or just a way to keep clean but a health institution that you would visit weekly for the same reasons you brush your teeth each day. Likewise, acupuncture and massage have health connotations. And when we order into the office, I've twice now pointed at a picture on the take-out menu only to have Xi say, "I do not think that will be good for cough, it's too spicy."
Colonial Brian goes "Ah, how quaint! Folklore!" while Sceptic Brian makes unfavourable comparisons to homeopathy and remembers the words of Robbie, my chemist roommate from first year: "I don't understand people who are against taking pills but drink all these teas. It's all the same at a chemical level! The pills just distill them and give you more of the same good thing." But I can't help thinking there is more than that. Somehow, there is a world of difference between the hippy who drinks green tea (for the polyphenols and catechins! totally good for your health!) and eats Big Macs and the Chinese office worker who tells me I shouldn't even order something spicy because I want to look after my cough. It's a difference of categorization, or a nominal difference or a question of norms or somesuch structural BS that I normally dismiss as impractical and academic but does actually affect the way people act. Here, it's a question of how people relate to their bodies and to their health.
Ken Robinson says of academics, "they view their bodies as a way to get their heads to meetings" and that we "educate from the waist up...then above the neck...and slightly to the left." This slots in nicely with Descartes dualism, the idea that the body and mind are categorically different and that our bodies are mostly useful as vessels for our minds. And I would argue that this conceptual separation manifests itself in the way we treat our bodies. They probably need some sustenance and some exercise, yennow, at least a base level, but beyond that we'd really rather be watching TV or typing away at the laptop. But in China it's a common sight in offices and even just in the street in the morning to see people in groups and alone exercising and stretching as part of their daily routine--again, like brushing your teeth. It's team-building and it's brain-awakening and generally 'good for you'. I think there is a lot more of a sense, not only here but outside of the 'West' in general, of the delicate balance of our bodies (did the Greeks and medieval scholars have this with the idea of 'balancing the humours'?) and the fact that EVERYTHING we do affects them. It's a two way street--certain medicines are foods, but all food is medicine--you don't want to eat anything too spicy if you've got a cough!
What could be the cause of this? Moving from rampant speculation to rampant speculation, I'd hazard a guess that generally harsher conditions, harder living, and a greater closeness to manual labour, as well as just the sheer LACK of ability to fix something if it does go wrong, all contribute to the sense that anything you plug into the body's equation will come out the other end. We have weight loss pills and anxiety pills and cold pills, indoor gym memberships and holidays to help us 'relax when we get too stressed' and paid sick leave. All of these wonders of the modern age allow us, somehow, to be lenient, to be lax when it comes to taking care of ourselves on a day-to-day basis. For us, the very meaning of the word 'medicine' focuses on 'treatment' rather than 'prevention'.
Which isn't to say that everyone in China doesn't smoke (universally considered healthy for you, by the way, until maybe 150 years ago) and have horrible health problems, just that the way in which they CONCEIVE of their problems seems somewhat different to a Western mindset. And sure, we are starting to see, with food especially, the (re?)emergence of smoothies and health food stores and organic movements--but even look at the rhetoric for these! They market themselves as 'good for you', sure, but its not just 'good for you', its 'good for you COMPARED TO xyz'--still the rhetoric is of treatment, though in this case maybe of a more society-wide ill, rather than simply 'harmony within the body' detached from any movement or stigma (F***ng vegetarians and hippies! Get off my lawn!).
I'm sure a lot of this is wrong, but hey, it's a theory! I'd love to hear thoughts from people who know what they're talking about. And, in my own defense, I'll leave you with the words of UK comedian Eddie Izzard: "There was Socrates, he was great, he invented questioning. Before Socrates, no questioning. Everyone just sorta went 'yeah, I suppose so.'...and Aristotle, Aristotle said the sun goes around the Earth--wrong! Wrong...But in his day you didn't have to prove a theory...they went 'well done! That's a theory! That's fantastic. Just a few photos, alright...'...and Leonardo da Vinci invented a helicopted that *did not work*--and so did I! "
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thought for the day
Monday, June 21, 2010
Poem inspired by the 25 floor elevator ride
"The Corporate Pastures of Our Green and Pleasant Land"
They stood in solemn silence, four abreast,
With upturned faces reflected in chrome
Elevator doors, and laboured breathing
Heavy through gaping mouths. Still no one spoke,
But deeply breathed in grime and dust and smog,
Patient, waiting for the pond'rous machine
To reach the nadir of its heavenly
Descent, a growling beast on the slow track
Going down...down...down… (Stop. Another man,
Another automaton, clambers on
To stare glassy-eyed at the mirror doors).
Still no one speaks! The silence is not bleak,
Nor dull, nor rev'rent, nor even sullen.
The passengers do not resent the beast
Or love it, as disciples with lower’d gaze,
But merely ride in its enflamed gullet
Without a second thought, heedless and bored--
Poised expectant to stream out like a flood
Bursting over the waking world's dry dam
In a sort of sweaty wakeful sleep.
To dream, through android days, of electric sheep.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Day 1: June 17 2010
2. Re-familiarised self with Excel
3. Graphs
pie charts of cases and revenue by location
bar charts of age and gender by location
3-d bar charts of experience of employee (at and out of Wang-Li) vs time to get a promotion
4. Added values for May resume tracking
5. Started to compare associate resume tracking/candidates passed line manager/received offer
6. Reviewed and edited article for newsletter of Larry interview
7. Read a bunch of promo material/company stats and 50 pages of Larry's book "Know the Game, Play the Game"
Larry is looking into hiring a full-time data analyst but in the meantime seems to have decided that I am good enough. Again I grudgingly thank my education in Chile that had me spending hours on spreadsheets. And thank my time-wasting on entrepreneurial/economics blogs for giving me anything even close to the vocabulary that I might need. And almost wish I'd done the statistical analyses rather than just written essays for bio last semester (the essays I got perfect scores on? no, wait, nevermind, I don't wish that!).
So my 21st birthday has been my first day in an office. Smells like justice! Or maybe just fate. In any case, slightly musty with a lukewarm water cooler and a bunch of Chinese girls. Everyone has a Western name and it's still impossible to remember any of them. I've been taking it all very seriously, writing everything down (including names/schools/jobs/physical descriptions), which is immensely helpful. I have probably done more work today than in the last year, at least in one concerted spate. And that's on 8-hour jetlag! Open office=24-hour supervision. Oh, also, yennow, "open community" etc. Not that I'm not writing this from the office....but then again, it's 5:30pm and no one shows any signs of letting up. I've been awake for 12 hours, I am officially done...
Friday, May 14, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The meaning of 'revision'
Monday, May 03, 2010
free associating--sort of (maybe I'm just bored of punctuation?)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wednesday morning
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Best way to motivate a blog post: try to write an essay
Sunday, April 11, 2010
When last we spoke and what has passed in the meantime
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Stochasticity
Let's call it serendipity instead: I'm in another play. A production of The Diary of Anne Frank is going up next week it turns out one of the actors (bit part, 3 lines, apparently) can't make the mandatory 3-day intensive rehearsal at a cottage in the highlands, so I'm going instead! Am I going for the Nazis or for the holiday? Time will tell...
Shall I read you what I’ve written
So you’ll know where I have been?
Shall I paint a pretty picture?
No? Then where should I begin?
I could write ten thousand tales,
I could spin a hundred yarns,
Even tell you where I’m headed
Leave you with a crown of thorns.
I could lay it out in verse,
I could stand it up in song.
I could sail there and back again
Before the telling was too long.
I could shake you by the shoulders,
I could grip you by the ears,
I could wail on all night,
Or else unfold it through the years.
But tell me where I should begin,
And how I should proceed
Tell me—extol me—allow my voice
To scream! To speak! At least, to read.
Friday, April 02, 2010
What does this mean?
Greedy clouds consume the sun
To the off-key singing of children
With grass-stained knees
(Bless them, their hearts are really in it!)
Glass-stained children sing down the sun
Whose light grasps feebly at the treetops
And slips away.
The children laugh and roll in the grass.
They start a new song--
The noise of construction (a new motorway)
Lays down their backing track.
The grass is slick,
Children muddy.
The sun will not come out again today.
Have spent the last few days (Tues-Thurs) visiting friends in Stirling and Falkirk, which was fun. Scotland really is small...it was nice not to cook for myself for a wee bit, and good to get a change of scenery, though really I didn't do anything terribly differently from what I would've done at St Andrews. I'm back in town now, and it's pretty dead, but that's good for my productivity at least.
I've watched all of the episodes of Glee that are avaliable so far. An intelligent High School Musical formula knock-off, it poses some great dicey situations and characters you love to hate and then are conflicted about (everyone gets sympathetic and dicey moments) while maintaining a really strong message about self-acceptance and -expression. And fully choreographed musical numbers, of course. And even here, the minority characters are token stereotypes (which one epsiode comes dangerously close to realising, but keeps it in the safe realm of parody). It's been a good distraction.
Also further thinking and planning around Romeo and Juliet for next year. We are looking at all sorts of funding and talking about turning it into a week-long event with a couple of shows (NOT all directed by me, whew) and various lectures/readings/workshops and things around a general Shakespeare theme, which would be a blast (also, a huge pain in the ass to organise...but worth it). More on that to come.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Man day
So, entirely out of character.
And I really, absolutely enjoyed it. Not as a state to live in, but something to visit on holiday. To see the sights and enjoy myself and feel immersed in culture and be thoughtful because of that but not because of anything in particular that I was doing--but at the same time, to enjoy it authentically as a brilliant way to live life. Right, that makes me sound really detached. I wasn't, I'm not. I'm sore and exhausted and I've thought so little since showing up and having a rugby ball tossed into my hands last night. And that's been nice, that's been wonderful, that's been exactly what I needed. To meet new people and do new things. But it is a different type of 'meeting'. Not 'tell me about yourself' but 'wouldn't it be funny if?' and 'let's go do that!' And that is refreshing. It's so fucking refreshing. And all of these people are immensely clever, doctors and vets and etc, but they are in relaxation mode, and it puts me in the same place. Thinking about the stress and near-panic of last week, it seems like a world away, a wasteland. It makes me wish I'd been less of a pussy as a kid, had learned to appreciate activity and exercise and groups in the way that I am doing now. I've been going wall-climbing in Dundee with my old roomate and chatted with some of the climbing society from St Andrews when we were last there, and I think that could be quite a fun thing to do next year--there's also the 'adventure society' or something like that that does camping and trekking in the highlands that I think I might check out next year, because, hey, what a shame to leave Scotland and not have experienced the incredible nature (insert diatribe about nature being a social construct/Britain having no 'wild' nature after centuries of cultivation) of the country. So that's where my mind is now. Hah.
Starting to look seriously at tobacco crop substitution, as that review essay is due in the week after I have 2 shows so I should strive to get most of it done during this break. It looks like the World Bank has done all sorts of health reviews of countries in terms of feasibility of crop replacement, which is a great resource. Let's be honest, though, by "started to look seriously" I mean "done a few google searches and read some abstracts". More on that to follow...it had better.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Over
After a frantic couple of days, what with an essay and presentation both on Friday, I am free! Woke up this morning and played video games, went over to a friend's, going to the gym now. Have a few web pages open for research, but nothing I need to do immediately. I recognize that I am going to get VERY bored, but all in all that's not a bad alternative to the last few weeks. I have lots of lines to memorize, lots of words to write, I'll keep myself busy. Looks like I'm going to head to Stirling on Tuesday for clubbing with Julie, and Louise has invited me to Falkirk at some point to mortify her conservative Catholic parents, so I should even manage to make it out of St Andrews a bit.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
the last few days...
Monday was pretty good, more work for Friday and a great meal at Jenna's that ended up lasting until 4 in the morning. Jenna and I are co-directing Romeo and Juliet next year, largely to spite people (but not really!). We are going to do it traditionally, meaning *fully* traditionally, 3 hours long with no interval, vendors and disruptions from the audience, and an all-male cast in full Elizabethan garb. I am excited for it because it should let me both play with concepts of what an audience is (standing? eating? talking?) and allow for some proper indignation and divineness on the love story. Modern productions automatically have audiences on the side of the lovers, and short of setting it across the Israel/Palestine border I think it would be difficult to really get that effect with modern audiences. But I think St Andrews, for all it is ostensibly a liberal blah blah blah place, will be suitably shocked to see "the greatest love story ever told" be between two men. Shocked but forced to accept it, because its traditional, and we're an old university, and we like that sort of thing, but my god! Or, as Jenna puts it, "shocked, but kinda turned on".
Tuesday went on a Sustainable Development fieldtrip with the Masters class, which my dissertation supervisor recommended, to see a museum in Kilmarnoch housing an art exhibition entitled "Radical Nature". It was interesting, but pictures would have been just as good (as a matter of fact, the best bits WERE pictures) and it wasn't really worth driving 2.5 hours in either direction and wasting a day of work to go see, although it was good chatting with the SD Masters students.
Today after class (biology--fisheries and marine protection zones, yawn) went rock climbing with Robbie (ex-roomate) in Dundee for the second time, which was loads of fun again. Now, after a quick spell of work (preparing for a History presentation of Friday, on Richard Jeffries, author of 'After London', an early postapocalyptic fiction), heading to a dinner/reunion for the Julius Caesar cast. Theme is 'Italian food'. I am lazy. I am bringing garlic bread and wine.
Have a poem--bad attempt at nature poetry:
"Sunlight makes shadows of the tops of the apple trees,
Climbs into the cracks and disheveled places,
Makes its mottled home in twisted spaces.
The lizard supines languid on a rock
The quaver-nosed hare quivers in his home, watching for a hawk.
The wood waits poised in a breathless quiet kind of entropy,
Self-assured in its secret cycles."
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
For Art
"I feel as alone as I've felt in 2 years. I feel as alone as I feel.
It is times like these, surrounded by drunk people, that I realise this essential truth. We're all the same--I believe that firmly--underneath, we are all identical. This is not a unifying force. This is what separates us. It is not that we are ashamed, it is the pure and putrefying fact that NO ONE is interesting. NO ONE is special--and this, by extension, neither are you. It is the saddest fate. It is the loneliest fate. Our normality divides us, cuts us off from one another, and in its cruel tricks makes the very essence of that loneliness unexceptional, a communal experience.
And one of my (old) friends is a rapper now. 'Sage Word Wise'--"because my sage words make me wise," he tells me. He's not bad. For a white dude. I had love, I had so much love I was bursting with it. I feel deflated, like a bone with the meat scraped off. My cup is empty now. It's exciting, in a way, opportunity! Bullshit, bollocks. It's terrifying. I don't want people I don't like people BUT I NEED PEOPLE and that's the conundrum that's the honest truth that is what makes me the same and the sheer staggering humanity of it all makes me SICK. What are the lines in 4.48 Psychosis?
'Validate me!
Witness me!
See me!
Love me!'
Sarcastic. Sardonic. Sincere.
Yeah, that."
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Decision
Bit of an explanation: Handed in an essay on Friday (history--about Thoreau [also, I've been reading Kerouac, these explain a lot]) and got one back (biology, 20 of 20, with "well beyond the undergraduate level" and "I would be pleased to have written this" comments--fuck yes.). Did Julius Caesar, which I started memorizing lines for on Monday and performed in front of an audience on Saturday (finished last night). Ended a relationship. Started reading The Savage Detectives, about a 17 year old in Mexico who faffs about with women and poets (the 'visceral realists') and generally leads the (false, bullshit, romantic, wonderful) life literary. Had a bit of a think.
How do you 'become' something? You make a decision. A plumber, for example. "I think I'll be a plumber"--then you go to plumber school, then you get hired, then you are a plumber. Other things are easier--to be a poet, you just have to write poetry. But I've always written poetry. So, really, its a decision to be a pretentious asshole and not care. Or, rather, an interest in taking a mask off the wall, putting it on, and seeing what people say. So, in the space of 5 minutes, I decided to be a poet. This next weekend I am (getting paid!?!) to recite poetry to people at the Byre Theatre for four hours, walking around during this poetry festival and offering to do dramatic renditions of one of 3-4 memorized poems to people. Because why not? I've borrowed Paradise Lost and a book of TS Eliot from friends, and am making people tell me about their favourite poets and recite poetry for me--and it's St Andrews, so people can! And do! And I find it entertaining beyond words, and I laugh and laugh.
In a way, it's a joke, and I imagine I'll get tired of it within a week. But, also, not. Because I read something that really clicked about entrepreneurship that applies to the creative process, and that's the value of making promises--making promises to other people, because its much harder to forget than promises to yourself. So, because it's a funny joke, I've been telling people this. But also because, if I tell people, then I WILL DO IT. I knew this applied to plays--once you have a cast, you can't just stop, you HAVE to go through with something until it is finished, whatever that end product is. What I didn't know was how to apply that to the rest of life. So this is an experiment in that. I've started carrying around a notebook and writing poems whenever I have downtime or an idea (similar to the way, when traveling through the Balkans, I had a 'bathroom poems' rule--whenever I used the bathroom, I had to write a poem, however short or long, and I made myself do it). This summer--or possibly just during Spring Break--I'm going to try to get published. Which is what everyone wants, obviously, but this drive is different. I have made it into something better than a joke, I have made it into a game, and it's a fun game. I get to make up the rules, and I get to win. So that's the plan. I'm getting paid to recite poetry of my choosing this Saturday! I'm reading poetry a lot, even though I'm very bad at reading it, because I will get better. I'm reading The Savage Detectives, because it's young and idealistic (so far) and supports and bolsters my fiction. And I'm writing a lot, which I do better than reading.
Also still writing my play, which I have rehearsal for tonight and am looking forward to. Hoping to have it finished before Easter and sort out performance stuff then. I have been doing very little work since Friday, having a bit of a break and going on long walks, drinking bottles of wine with people until six in the morning, and sitting outside pubs at midday speaking to friends as they pass. Living the life Bohemian. I do it like my generation--self aware, self conscious--I am doing it all ironically. But we just use our irony to cover our sincerity. I saw a friend on facebook post that he now has a shirt with a picture of his own face on it, above which is written "The Death of Irony.", itself obviously an ironic statement. So there we are, hipsters irritate me, but there is such a thing as sincere irony. And there is something wonderful about that, sincerely.
"And these are but random shafts from my mind, I know."
Thursday, March 11, 2010
on race and Scotland
When I first arrived this made me very uncomfortable and I certainly felt something was missing. Now that I've been here a while, I think I can speculate as to why. It has to do with where I fit in culturally. Obviously, my first niche is "American", though not obnoxiously so--I fit in with the international school kids, with their nondescript mid-Atlantic accents, or (obviously) the laid back Californians much better than with the purebred Ivy Prep Americans or the Midwestern study-abroad kids. But that's a tangent deserving of its own anthropological essay.
No, what worries me is this: as I have said to a few people, "I'm, like, the blackest person here".
Let's unpack that. First, obviously, I'm NOT. What I mean by that phrase is that I was raised in a cultural milieu that included all variety of recent immigrants as well as well-established American-black and -latino cultures. The black people here for the most part are middle class and often from Africa, and the few Mexicans I know (I know two) are white as the driven snow and, again, middle class. I have more an idea of the norms of black and latino culture (from an American point of view in an American context) than they do. Or so I think.
This in itself isn't worrying, and certainly shouldn't be the cause of any discomfort of identity. I think where that comes in is how my St Andrews self interfaces with my LA self, aka "the whitest person ever". Oops. In LA, I am defined by being middle class (in the American sense, shut up snobby Brits and use the term 'upper class' where you mean it) and white, both the norm (of American culture, TV, movies, etc) and the 'other' (in terms of, say, the majority population at school). Because it was Culver City and therefore a pretty white, middle class area, this wasn't weird at all. What is confusing is that, at St Andrews, I end up with all sorts of false associations that are based on place of origin, as well as odd cultural mixes that don't quite fit. False associations mainly revolve around the California hippy/surfer/stoner stereotype--roles I am happy enough to play along in, but which I would have been in contrast to in places where they, you know, actually exist. In terms of (racial) culture, something similar bizzarely happens. I can say "chill" and "dawg" without sounding like I'm speaking a foreign language, and I know people who sound like the bad American rap that upper crust Brits like listening to before a night out. I feel a strange kinship with the (2) Mexicans I know, but at the same time realise that (1) their experience is different from the bland stereotype I'm probably projecting, and (2) they have legitimate outsider status in a different way-being from Mexico and Mexican, rather than being near Mexico and knowing Mexicans. And it's not like loads of my friends are Mexican! But somehow I am along an odd continuum where I have outsider status in LA from black/latino/generally-ethnic culture, but just enough immersion in that culture to miss it here and for my (very slight) emulations of it to give me outsider status here.
What spurred this post was listening to an American-latino spoken word poet (Carlos Andres Gomez), specifically talking about a Latino sense of machismo, and thinking 'man, very few people in St Andrews would probably get this.' Then I thought, 'man, *I* probably don't get this'. But I would get it more than them?
Anyways, it's late and bedtime. I imagine this post is probably offensive in some way, but there it is.
Monday, March 08, 2010
It ended up being a productive night...
Sunday, March 07, 2010
weekend exploits
Friday, March 05, 2010
Friday times
I've also, for some mysterious reason, decided that video games are a good use of time again. Cue 4 hours yesterday spent exploring planets in the original Mass Effect. The manufacturer, Bioware, is famous for its stories, though I can't help but cringe at some of the writing (especially in unskippable talk-y bits). Mass Effect is all about politics, with a heavy dose of aliens and guns thrown in. I'm also writing my devised play, and the writing for that is going really well. It's ended up more political than I expected--it was always meant to be a story of a journey, and the reason for that journey has ended up being a political refugee situation, which is incredibly powerful just to think about and is, I know, very much influenced by our trip around the Balkans. The *proximity* of war and subsequent *urgency* of it is something that Western Europe, and even more so the US, just don't have.
Also reading about tobacco, which is quite interesting to look at historically. It's a new world crop and so wasn't even heard of in Europe until the 1500s, and the idea of "smoking" was non-existent. It was associated, through natives and the Spanish being paranoid assholes, with satanic pagan cults, but also has early associations with sex as some of the first European use was as a medicine to combat the syphilis they got from raping and pillaging the natives (ah, sweet, ironic justice). And, naturally, the English were the first to use it for pleasure.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Life-y stuff
I am involved in way too much, as usual. I'm a production of Shakespeare's Caesar going up on the ides of March which is fast approaching, as well as playing Prospero in The Tempest and being essentially the narrator in Antigone (all of the soldier/messenger parts condensed...essentially, everything that happens offstage is told by me in horrendous monologues), both going up in On the Rocks, the theatre festival here. And auditions still aren't over! I'm also directing my devised piece, which is coming along quite well. It's had a really interesting contingent of artists and writers interested in getting involved in creating original work, and I hope to continue those relationships after the show, as it has evolved into a mini-community in a really cool way.
Socially I'm just sort of finding my feet this semester, have only really started going out and having fun this last week, but that's been nice. I'm feeling like this semester will be a lot of reconnection, and I have the impulse back to go meet new people and do new, fun things...I do tend to get into a rut, as it is very easy to let theatre dominate my life and not have to interact much outside of that. I think we have flat stuff more-or-less sorted out for next year, have applied to a few places at least. I'm really excited to live with the friend's I'll be with, it should be a very strange and interesting flat. And I will be the only one who can even semi-cook, which is a frightening prospect!
Plans for the next week include, I think, writing out more of my play and figuring out the structure (the sentence is based on is "this is the story of a small girl pursued by a strange wind", I've been thinking a lot about both the creative process as a journey and actual journeys--I want to have a look at the Odyssey and Dante's Inferno) and going for massive amounts of coffee with people. And starting this review essay.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
The Oddessy, Part 2
The flight left another hour after they said it would (already a 5 hour delay because of snow in London) because of slowness of LAX with baggage checking under increased security. Flight itself was good--watched Julie & Julia and slept for ages...then got to Heathrow. Oh boy. Flight to Edinburgh cancelled, they said 'go get your bag and we'll put you on a coach'--yes, drive up through the ice and snow! Waited for 4 hours for my bag, which is still in Heathrow somewhere, then ran when they said 'final call for coaches to Edinburgh!' The coach drove through the night, leaving at midnight, for 9 hours. Then, we turned off one exit before the actual airport exit accidentaly and got stuck in a snow drift. Joy! Dunno what the others ended up doing, may still be there, but I hiked in to the airport (through the morning mist and snow...nice sunrise, though!) and got a bus into central Edinburgh. Spent the afternoon at Zoe's, then got the bus back to St Andrews--at the bus transfer, realised that I couldn't find the ticket anywhere. The guy let me on anyways, since he'd seen me get off of the first bus.
So, everything that could go wrong did? Yep! But I live.