Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Kitchen Sink

Hello friends!  I've just returned from Scotland!  Today it is dark and rainy in Leeds, but I am writing to you from my bed in my room with a hot cup of tea and an unimaginably delicious European chocolate bar.  I hope you all caught that... I'm sitting on my bed!  I no longer have to sit at my desk and plug in to the wall with that dreaded ethernet cable!  Last week I managed to mastermind a wireless network for our flat and now the residents of G block flat 2 are living in 2011 and enjoying using the World Wide Web while we sit on our beds, in the kitchen, and best of all, on our iPhones!  So, any of you using iOS 5 on your iPhones, shoot me an iMessage--it's free!  (If you have no idea what iOS 5/iMessage is, you don't have it, so don't worry!)

Why I Suck At Posting
Once again, I find myself apologizing for breaking the promise I made last week about not letting myself slack on my posting any longer.  I lied.  I'll admit, I was facing a bit of writer's block, but I have a lot to say now.  Thank you to Blair (everyone say hi, Blair!) for keeping me on my toes and calling me out on my Facebook wall for my lack of posting for all the world to read!  One of my friends here saw that post from Blair and said, "You better get rid of that writer's block, your fans are demanding posts!"

Where are all the pictures you promised?
I know you're disappointed that this is all text and not a photostream from Flickr.  Flickr and I are fighting right now because apparently I've used 90% of my "allowed free usage (300 MB)" for this month, but I can "upgrade to Flickr pro for just $24.95/year (Holy smokes! That's cheap!)" for unlimited photo storage, but I'm not quite convinced that I want to pay that, so I'm trying to figure something else out for you to see photos.  I'm currently researching how to outsmart Flickr, but I've been unsuccessful thus far.  You might just have to wait until the start of November when the storage renews.  I'll post some photos to Facebook soon, so if you have a Facebook account, watch for those.  If you don't have a Facebook account, well, lucky you--it's a disease.

Otley Run
Last Saturday one of the Aussies and I did the most famous pub crawl in all of Britain--and by famous, I mean members of Parliament do it, other famous people, and even the princes have done it!  The crawl is obviously down Otley Road where there is pub after pub and it is typically a 20-pub, 12-hour escapade.  Needless to say, we didn't do all 20, but we did meet lots of people and come home with decorated shirts!  Typically participants wear "fancy dress" which is a British term for what Americans would call "costumes" or coordinating outfits.  You see all sorts of different "things" walking down Otley Road every single day of the year.  We wore white shirts and took markers and had everyone we met write on our shirts!  After the second pub, my shirt looked like this:


We got really hungry mid-crawl and snuck off to get some chips (fries) and mushy peas--staple British junkfood.  Yes, the mushy peas sound and look repulsive, but they are just green peas all mushed up.  If you fancy green peas--you'll do just fine with mushy ones.  (You're not convinced, I know--but hey, I'm in England, I might as well have mushy peas while I'm here.  It's not about the taste, it's about the experience!)


TV Licenses, an Angry Queen, and My Possible Deportation 
The most ridiculous law I've encountered since I've been here is the law of TV licensing.  Here is the gist in a nutshell:  Everyone who wishes to watch live or streaming tv (what you watch at home in the US) is required by law to purchase a TV license from the UK government.  (To which my dad responded, "So many taxes!  That's how they pay for their free health care!" ha!)  This license costs 150 pounds (that's 240 dollars!) per year per TV.  In other words, you have to spend the equivalent of $240 per year on each TV you own just to be legal.  That does NOT cover the cost of cable in addition!  Therefore, it is illegal to watch live TV on your computer (unless, of course, you purchase a TV license for your computer).  As usual, people (and by people I mean cheap college students) have found ways around this license and use proxy websites to stream TV shows, which my roommates and I may or may not be taking part in...

Anyway, I received a nasty letter from the UK government (whom I like to refer to as "the Queen") saying that my address was being investigated for illegal TV usage without a license.


Think UNM would still let me have my diploma in the event I get deported?  Might shoot my advisor an email and ask about that...

Oh, to be fair, I guess I should say what the TV license money is for.  That money is collectively what funds the existence of the BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation), which is "free" (hey! their government plays that game and tricks them into thinking things are free, too!) and can be accessed and listened to all over the UK.  The BBC is basically government-funded media (TV, radio, print), and typically it broadcasts worldwide in some medium or another.

First Halloween 
Believe it or not, they don't celebrate Halloween in Australia, so I'm trying to be extra festive to give the Aussies a feel for Halloween.  We started with carving jack-o-lanterns earlier this week.  I'd say they did pretty good for amateurs!  We even roasted the pumpkin seeds to be extra-festive.



Mo' No Money= Mo' Problems, EU Financial Crisis for Dummies
Here comes the politics that I couldn't promise wouldn't show up...

Turns out the European Union is in worse shape than the United States Congress was back in August when Congress barely came to a compromise just in the nick of time on the US debt crisis.  Countries within the European Union are licking the wounds from some poor financial decisions (understatement of the year) made by Greece.  The EU, like America, is suffering the consequences from bailing out banks as well as sovereign governments (cough, Greece, cough) from the past two years.  Now, the EU, and countries who use the euro most specifically, is finding itself collectively in a massive unsolvable, inevitable debt crisis.  Hopefully you've been watching the news and this isn't the first time you're hearing of this.  If it is, get on a world news website right now and turn on the world news tonight.

Basically, the euro is in so much trouble that the leaders for all the EU countries have been meeting in Brussels (where the EU convenes) for the past week to try and come to a debt agreement before the EU defaults on their acquired debt, thus dissolving the euro altogether.  People, that is bad.  We do not want an entire currency to dissolve, especially the second traded currency in the financial market.  Wednesday night, leaders and EU representatives met through the night to discuss possible negotiations for the crisis.  Prime Minister David Cameron (prime minister of the UK) was in the thick of the discussions even though the UK does not fall in the "eurozone" (term used to describe countries who use the euro).  When I watched this morning's BBC update, Cameron said negotiations had made "significant" progress.  But the clock is still ticking.

Cameron is also facing major criticism from Members of Parliament for participating in the debt negotiations.  Basically, the UK is not impressed with the EU and would be quite happy with breaking ties.  However, Cameron is a politician and is trying to please everyone and play nice with the rest of the kids on the playground.  While Members of Parliament are calling for a break with the EU, Cameron argues that it is in Britain's best interests to maintain favorable relations with their neighbors across the English Channel.

If you're thinking you don't need to be interested in this because you live in America and we have our own financial issues to deal with--think again.  The economy we live in is global, and a worldwide financial crisis affects you, me, my great grandchildren, their cousins, their great cousins three times removed best friends, and their best friends' goldfish.  People, specifically Americans, need to start showing that they care about these issues now.  So read up, listen up, know what's happening.  Don't be an ignorant American stereotype, because I am trying every single day to be on my brain game and make up for the "careless, ignorant American" that the rest of the world sees us as.  Seriously, the international public opinion of American intelligence is horrifying--don't be like that!

So you see, America isn't the only place with debt problems, corrupt politicians, and greedy banks.  Anyway, I'm sure people will still find a way to blame President Bush for all this noise.

Scottish Road Trip
I guess you want to hear about Scotland now!  Carl (my friend from Newcastle) invited me to go with him to Edinburgh and some surrounding towns Tuesday and Wednesday.  Two words: So beautiful.  You can drive into Scotland from England with no border security, no immigration check, just a rock that says SCOTLAND on one side and ENGLAND on the other.  (Can you imagine if that were the case at the American/Mexican border?)  Before I left Leeds, I asked Carl if I needed to bring my passport with me... and he had a good laugh at that!  The drive from Newcastle to Edinburgh was breathtakingly beautiful--miles and miles of lush rolling green hills just as you would expect.

The Scottish/English border.

We got to Edinburgh Tuesday afternoon, spent the rest of the afternoon and evening exploring and being tourists and I dragged Carl all over the place--he was a good sport!  We saw the Edinburgh Castle which is rich with history and dates back to 700 BC and is one of the most historically significant and visited sites in the UK.  We then had dinner and spent the rest of the evening at a slightly garish Scottish pub in Old Town.

Here are some pictures of the castle, the town, the landscape, and my translator!








On Wednesday, we went to two smaller towns called Stirling (by accident because we got lost!) and Falkirk and saw some small town Scottish culture when we visited a nursing home and a home for the mentally challenged where Carl had to do some work for his job.  The people were very friendly and the towns were so cute and Scottish!  I could understand some things people said, but some of the accents were just too heavy.  So, Carl would translate the Scottish into American for me, which may seem like the same language on paper, but sound very different!  See these places on the map by clicking here.

Unfortunately, our Scottish adventure was interrupted by me having to return to Leeds for class (shucks, that isn't what I came to Europe for!).  This is successfully the longest post I've written and taken the longest to write, and it probably took you less than five minutes to read, which is semi-depressing.  I hope this makes up for my slacking, Blair!

Until next time..
And hopefully Flickr and I will have resolved our differences by then.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Newcastle upon Tyne

First, I apologize for not keeping up with my posting last week and I've been called out by several of you, which is actually quite flattering because it means you're enjoying this as much as I am.  Sorry I was slacking-- it won't happen again!

This past weekend I went to Newcastle upon Tyne (click to see the map).  It was an amazing weekend, and I know I promised to make my posts educational and interesting with fun facts, but this post is purely a recap.

My best friend, Brooke (everyone say hi, Brooke!) hooked me up with a phenomenal tour guide/local in Newcastle.  Actually, Brooke and I somewhat swapped English friends in the past month.  A few weeks ago, I had a British friend traveling through Phoenix, and Brooke (like the social butterfly she is) agreed to meet up with him and show him a good time in Tempe, AZ even though she had never even met the guy (and actually, I've never met the guy in real-life either, haha!).  She just agreed to meet him because I asked her to.  Then, Brooke has a friend who lives in Newcastle who has family in Artesia, and he offered to show me around Newcastle for the weekend.  I think I got the better end of the deal because Brooke had to be the tour guide and I got to be the tourist!

I had only met Carl once briefly at the Inn of the Mountain Gods in Ruidoso when I was there with Brooke on Labor Day weekend 2010.  So, as you can imagine, it was so kind for him to offer to show some girl around that he didn't even really know.  I'm finding that my connections to Artesia come in handy worldwide.

It was a bit of a fiasco catching the bus to Newcastle on Saturday morning, and customer service isn't the Scottish bus company's first priority, but with some "I'm an American and I suck at public transportation" excuses, I arrived in Newcastle in one piece.  Fortunately, the sun decided to come to Newcastle on Saturday, and that was the first time in six days that I had seen the sun, which was quite exciting.  First thing we did was go to the beach, which was breathtakingly beautiful.  I took off my boots and tights and walked barefoot on the beach in northern England, which made me quite happy.  We walked up and down the shoreline and he let me ramble on about my England experiences thus far and he told me about his time spent in Artesia (which is a lot!).  We spent the rest of the day walking around the city.  We saw a castle dating back to 1250, walked along the River Tyne, saw amazing shopping areas, old cathedrals, parks, and the soccer stadium.  Saturday night, I met several of his very welcoming friends and they showed me around Newcastle nightlife--and they taught me a useful cheer for the soccer match on Sunday.

Sunday morning I was so happy to finally watch some British TV.  I got to watch the news and I felt connected back with the world again!  Sunday afternoon we went to my first real soccer match,  Newcastle United vs. Tottenham Hotspurs.  It was quite an experience, and very different from an American sporting event.  But a good different!  (Not having to get patted down and my purse searched for a start!)  But, I got to see the passionate soccer crowd that we hear about in America but don't really understand.  I wish Landon could have been there with me!

I got back to Leeds late Sunday evening.  Thank you to my sweet best friend, Brooke for sharing your friend!  And thank you to Carl and his roommate, Chris for putting up with the American girl all weekend who probably spent way too much time in their bathroom.

I suppose you all want to see photos now!  I will get photos from the past twoish weeks up tomorrow.  I have to strategically stretch out my posts so y'all will keep coming back for more!

It's worth mentioning that on Friday night, I spent the evening at a traditional Bavarian pub (Bavaria is an area in Germany) with three Bavarians.  At one point, everyone in the pub was singing Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams.  Dozens of people who could only speak broken English at best knew every word to this song.  In case you need a reminder at how classic that song is, I've included it for you to listen to.    Turn your speakers up!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Day of Fire

Dear Friends,
Please take some time to visit the website below.  This website is a photo documentary by Magnum photographers who were in New York City for a photo conference on September 11, 2001.  When these photographers heard the explosions, they ran outside with their cameras and started taking photos.  When you click on the link below, you will be redirected to the website they have created with all their published photos of that day.  There is dialogue from the photographers so please make sure you have your volume turned up.  As soon as the website pulls up, listen to the intro, and then click play to listen to the photo documentary.  The photos will stream, so if you would like to reflect on a particular photo or spend more time looking at one, move your mouse to the bottom of the picture and push pause.  Pause and resume as you please.  It is about 15-20 minutes.

Grab some tissues.

September 11--Magnum In Motion

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Learning Curve

Last week I learned so many interesting things I had to start writing them down in my notebook.  Here are a few:

Escape Route
The popular board game "Monopoly" was invented in 1904 by an American woman named Elizabeth Phillips, and originally called "The Landlord's Game."  Phillips created this board to help explain the single tax theory of Henry George, an American writer, politician, and political economist.  George's single tax theory illustrated the belief that land (and all of nature) should be equally owned by humanity, and never privately owned by any single person.  George believed that if everyone paid an "economic rent" on land, then everyone could enjoy nature equally.  Elizabeth Phillips, a proponent of George's ideas, thought that if she could illustrate how paying "rents" enriched property owners and impoverished tenants then people would see that unfairness of private property ownership.  She also hoped to change the current land tax policies by encouraging children to play her game and increase their skepticism of private land ownership that children would carry into adulthood.  She later sold her game to Parker Brothers for a mere $500.

The best part of this story is that after Parker Brothers made some alterations to this game to illustrate the economic phenomenon of a a monopoly, they decided to market the game in the UK, and made a similar version but with London landmarks and currency.  Parker Brothers sold the license to produce in the UK to Waddington Ltd, a company based in Leeds.  In 1941, the British Secret Service asked John Waddington, the owner, to create a "special version" of this game for British soldiers in Nazi POW camps.  Waddington agreed and created hundreds of games packaged with maps, compasses, real money, and other objects useful for escaping.  These games were then distributed to British prisoners in by fake charity organizations created by the secret service.  I can't find anymore information on how the rest played out, but I can imagine that it turned out pretty cool.
"Oh, hey guys, want to play a game of Monopoly?"
"....THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER."

In Motion
The first film was shot in Leeds by Louis Le Prince.  Le Prince, a Frenchman, is widely known for being the father of film and shot the world's first documented motion pictures.  The first is called Traffic Crossing Leeds Bridge, which was the first bridge built over the River Aire.  The second is called Roundhay Garden, which is shot in Roundhay Park, which I previously posted photos of in the album Sun Days.  Both of these films date back to 1888.



It is said that after the success of these films, Le Prince was headed to New York to continue with the film industry and to promote his new camera design, but he mysteriously disappeared.  Le Prince was last seen in 1890 boarding a train to Paris, but he never arrived in Paris and his body and luggage were never found.

Something About Liverpool 
I don't know much about soccer, but I did learn this week that Liverpool FC fans are known around the world for being rowdy.  They get especially rowdy when they hear the song, "You'll Never Walk Alone." 




Name that Vegetable
No one can decide what to call this delicious vegetable.
If you're an American, you might know it as a bell pepper, and that's what I'm sticking to.  But after some dinnertime confusion and an enlightening cultural meal, I've realized that it is a vegetable of many names.  The Australians call it "Capsicum" which apparently comes from the scientific latin root word for pepper (thank you, Victor).  The British call it pepper, green pepper, red pepper, and sometimes sweet pepper.  Yet still, my German and Bulgarian roommates call it "Paprika."  Take your pick.


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

First Impressions

My teacher for my Leeds Lives class (class on the history and culture of the city of Leeds) wants us to blog about our time spent here in Leeds.  Go figure.  She asked us to make our first post about our first impressions of Leeds.  Last night I wrote down as many "first impressions" as I could in my notebook.  I've copied the list here for you to read.


  1. The locals are extremely friendly.  Regardless of anything else in this list, the more important statement is this one.
  2. The English language is notably different here than in America.
  3. Everything, literally everything, is smaller here than in America.  From refrigerators to vehicles to supermarkets to people's body sizes--it is all significantly smaller in scale.
  4. Students in the UK attend class much less and for much shorter periods of time than those in the US.  Americans attend more class per week, more weeks per semester, and it takes more years to attain a degree.
  5. The US and the Great Britain have good relations.
  6. Europeans know a lot more about Americans than we know about them.   This is mainly because of American media and pop culture like Hollywood movies and music.
  7. Europeans know Americans are ignorant to other cultures.
  8. The British like Americans, but they think some of the things we do are silly and ridiculous--like drive to the store when it is a ten minute walk.
  9. Europeans think the American Republican Party hates everyone and is going to destroy the world as we know it.
  10. Non-Americans in general have lots of questions about and confused perceptions of gun rights and ownership in the US.
  11. The British care about what happened on September 11, 2001.
  12. There aren't any fat people here.
  13. The British don't care about American football.
  14. The sun never shines, but when it does, people make the most of it.
  15. The drinking/partying culture is much more flamboyant, offensive, inappropriate, uncensored, and in-your-face than in America.
  16. Everyone here smokes.
  17. The peanut butter here sucks.  If anyone feels compelled to ship me a jar of peanut butter, I won't object.
  18. The bus system here is really good, but because there are so many buses, the streets are really noisy and smelly.
  19. Traffic is bad.
  20. The streets in Leeds are really dirty.  The ground, river, streets, and public places are overly polluted.
  21. It is really hard to find a trashcan in public.
  22. There are more recycling bins than in the US, but still everyone just throws their trash on the ground.
  23. It is really hard to find free wireless internet.
  24. The shopping in Leeds is worldclass.
  25. The landscape is really green, especially to someone from New Mexico.
  26. Britain snubs their nose at the rest of Europe and insists on differentiating itself from mainland Europe.  For example, it didn't adopt the Euro currency, it uses a mix of the metric system along with some Imperial measurements (like what we use in the USA).  In England, they use miles and feet, but they also use meters and kilograms and degrees Celsius.  Confused?  Me too.  
  27. The Brits really do have "afternoon tea."
  28. In general, things/goods are more expensive here.
  29. European chocolate is out-of-this-world delicious.
  30. There are some things that still seem underdeveloped here.  For example, the sinks.  I have yet to find one that is a single faucet that produces warm water.  Most public restroom sinks have two water spouts--one for hot and one for cold, so you either get scalding or freezing water.  But in my kitchen, there is one water spout with two knobs.  When you have both the hot and cold knobs on, the water stream comes out half cold and the other half hot.  Never warm.  The refrigerators/freezers seem far behind the ones we have in the USA, and so does the electrical system.  All the electrical outlets have switches so you can turn them on and off.

To be continued when I think of more...

(I feel like this post is sub-par/rubbish.  But what my extremely smart and talented writing professors at UNM taught me is that you win some and you lose some when you write.  Some days are good hair days and some are bad hair days, and that's okay.  This post is lacking in creativity and intelligence--maybe next time.  Bear with me.)

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Sun Days

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Sun Days, a set on Flickr.
My friend Victor told me that the day I blog about going to get coffee is the day he quits reading my blog. Well, I might lose him as a reader today because I'm quite ecstatic that I successfully found a coffee shop this afternoon that offers free, unlimited wifi, so there is much more talk about coffee to come.

But today's post isn't about coffee, it's about the weather. For some reason it seems like people talk about the weather when they're bored, or when they're out of other conversation starters. And plus, people can always say something about the weather, and it's easy to talk to strangers about the weather. You don't have to have anything in common with the person standing next to you, but you can always say, "Nice weather today, huh?" or if you're in New Mexico, "Is it still windy outside?"

This conversation about weather may or may not be in that category, but it is worth talking about because the weather here in northern England for the past six days has been unusually pleasant. And by unusual, I mean rare. Every day has ranged from 70-80 degrees Fahrenheit (that is 22-28 degrees Celsius, which I am making progress on learning the conversions). Instead of reading about the weather, I figured you would much prefer to see it in pictures, so I have spared you from text and attached the following album.

The following pictures were taken on Wednesday and Saturday. On Wednesday, one of the Australians and I went to a public park. This was unlike any park I've ever seen in America. It was massive with rolling hills of green grass, a lake, cafes, and hundreds of people sunbathing, walking their dogs (and children!), and just playing in the warm sunshine.
The second half of the pictures are taken at a place near Skipton at the base of the Yorkshire Dales. The Yorkshire Dales is like a mountain range or a national forrest, except that instead of mountains, it is rolling hills of breathtaking countryside. The place we went is called Bolton Abbey, the estate of the Duke of Yorkshire. Bolton Abbey is also the home to a priory church (the Christian version of a monastery) that dates back to the 1100s. Christian worship has been held in this church for the past 860 years. Click here to see where it is geographically: Bolton Abbey
Six Germans and myself explored this amazing countryside by hiking nature trails, sitting on the riverbanks, and exploring the thickest part of the woods of the Yorkshire Dales. Enjoy!