Wrapping It Up Nicely

Today is the last day of my program here in London. I had my last day of work today, and finish my independent paper and took my final for my class on Wednesday. All and all I had a great experience here as is evident by my earlier posts. While I may not have found my life’s calling in the kind of educational non-profit work that the Citizenship Foundation does, it has been a really good learning experience. Knowing that this sort of work isn’t really for me allows me to get a better idea of the kind of work that would be best for me. I have been thinking more and more about teaching. So staying with the theme of education (and of not getting any profit), but I prefer the idea of working more directly with young people. Working on material for citizenship education has affirmed in me how important it is to incorporate the teaching of citizenship and civics of all kinds into all subjects, especially in my area of history. I knew before that teaching young people political literacy and instilling in them empowerment and interest in social and political maters was important but what my time at the foundation has given me is a framework to understand why exactly this is the case and to understand what are the best ways of imparting these advantages on students.
I am not leaving London yet though. I am here for another 10 days of travel and exploration, which will be unfettered by work and other responsibilities. My Mom is coming in a couple days to spend the rest of my time here with me. I am really looking forward to showing here around this city that I have become so acquainted with, and dare I say, knowledgeable of.
My friends and I have been making the best of our last days in London together. We went on one last whirlwind stroll around London that turned out to be of epic proportions. We started off in a Bangladeshi area and had a great meal and found a little Bangladeshi bakery with amazing fresh somosas for just 40p and ate tons of them. We then walked up and down the Thames and spent an hour in the Tate Modern.
We also had a realization last week or so that while we have been to a respectable amount of pubs throughout London we really haven’t scratched the surface of the literally tens of thousands of pubs in the metropolitan area. So we have been making a concerted effort of going only to pubs that we haven’t been to yet. We are especially trying to go to the most unusual and unique pubs. We go online and try to do a little research to find them before every night that we go out. And when that fails we go finding lonely little allies, where often the best and most interesting pubs are. I think there is a ratio in London that the narrower, older, and more looking like Jack the Ripper would be around the corner, an alleyway looks, the more likely it is to have a one of a kind pub cozily nested some where along the alley. We also went on a wonderful ghost tour last night. Actually quite spooky (I almost saw a ghost).

Oh London, why do I only have three more weeks with thee?

Sadly I only have three more weeks here in London. Though I am not too sad because I know I will be back in the not to distant future. And I will continue to enjoy the time I have here up until the end.
I don’t have any tales of great adventure to write about in this entry. I have been a little more boring then usual due to my independent paper being due at the end of next week and having my final for my British literature class next Wednesday; though this hasn’t been drudgery. My independent paper, I think, is going quite well. It is materializing into a very interesting angle from which to view British social history over the last 150 years or so. If you don’t remember I am writing about the history of citizenship education in this country. I am looking particularly at the later imperial age, WWI and WWII and their aftermath (cold war, recovery, etc.). I feel looking at what was taught and was not taught to particular groups of students in the UK at specific times can tell us a lot about the mindset, morals, ambitions and fears of English society as a whole at those times. Also, I am trying to show that citizenship education has been used for furthering bias political and social prerogatives throughout history and this is something that those concerned with citizenship education should be aware of and try to prevent from happening in modern citizenship education.
Also, I am lucky in that I am getting to write my paper in some of the must unique libraries in the world. I have been going a lot to both the Senate House and British Library. Both of these are beautiful buildings, very elegant and inspiring places to work. The British Library has a massive glass column right in the middle of the building reaching probably 6 stories high with some of the rarest and oldest books held in any library in the world stored in it. It is an awe-inspiring sight
It has not been all work for me though; I have definitely left time for fun and decompression as well. My friends and I have a pub that we frequent that we call the “castle” as it is in an old stone building with little nooks and crannies all over that one can sit and have a beer or ale in. It has murals all over the walls of great writers and philosophers and many other loyal customers that we have mingled with. The guy behind the bar knows us and pours a round of our favourite, Samuel Smith’s Alpine Lager, without us even having to ask for it.
The last two weekends I have also gone to check out some local music, something I have neglected since I have been here. Last weekend I went with a friend to a very hip little neighbourhood surrounding the University of London’s art school. There was a little club nestled between two pubs that had like four bands playing that night. They were all great: jazz, progressive rock, fusion and such. It was a very chill club and everyone in there was having a great time. This last Saturday I went looking to here some blues in Soho and stayed out till the wee hours listening to a particularly unique and melodic blues band I found in another little chill club.
Well back to work for a couple hours. I have been writing funding requests to companies like Marks and Spencer and Carillian all day and now I’m about to work on some news articles for the giving nation page (it has news about charitable organization, happenings and people geared towards young readers). Then I think I’m going to the national gallery for an hour or so to relax before going to the library, then perhaps the ‘castle’ after that.

Last Wednesday I attend an event celebrating the 10th anniversary of the Crick report. The event was housed at the very modern and even science fiction looking building that is the counterpart to the traditional Parliament building. The original parliament building, designed in a time where events and celebration like this one would still have been focused more around the monarchy and would have thus been located in one of the royal premises, has become far too small to accommodate the majority of the goings on of the modern parliament.
The event consisted of various members of Parliament from all parties and specialists and officials of education giving presentations on their conceptions of citizenship education, how it has progressed and the direction that it should be heading. The speakers then sat on a panel to answer questions. In the traditional parliamentary style of the British this was done in a very free and combative manner. Even though we were in a small room voices were booming as tempers were raised in response to interrogative questioning from teachers, advocates and others that work with and promote citizenship education. Even though citizenship education has been mandated here for going on seven years, it is still a very controversial topic. Usually the advocates of citizenship education fit into the more liberal political mind parties where the opponents tend to be more conservative minded. Though its a little more complicated then that with some parties such as the British National Party, an extremely conservative party, calling for an increase in citizenship education but with it’s aim being focused on breeding a sort of nationalism along racially and ethnically bigoted lines.
It was very interesting to see all these sides have their say and be torn apart in turn. I also got to meet some scholars and educators who are interested in the same research area I am looking into now: the history of citizenship education, what it has meant in the past and what connections can be drawn from what it once was to what it is now.
I have started to do some of my research on this topic. I have found some really interesting books and articles such as several written on the need for or concept of citizenship education that were published in the early part of last century. I have found many of these books and articles at the Senate House Library, where I have been spending a significant amount of time. It is a very dramatic neo-classical or art deco style building all in grey. It has been in many movies and written about a lot. It also was the planned capital building for the Nazis when they were hoping to take over Great Britain.
I did not spend as much time in the library this week though as I probably should have because I went to Edinburgh, Scotland on Friday for a weekend holiday.
Besides being treated like a con-artist and almost thrown off the train by Bastard Express (also known as National Express) on the way to Scotland despite paying a £100 roundtrip ticket, it was a very enjoyable trip. My friend and I stayed at a lovely little backpacker’s hostel called Argyll, on Argyll Street, in the heart of Argyll country. Friday evening after checking in to the hostel we went to a whisky tasting at the Scottish Whisky Experience. We learned how to sample and differentiate between different whiskies and got some tradition whiskey glasses to take with us. After that we went on a ghost tour all over Edinburgh, which is supposedly the most haunted city in the world. We didn’t see any ghosts but we did see a lot of interesting and spooky sights. And it was just cool to be able to walk around through the city's graveyards and ruins and such at night.
The next day we went on an all day coach tour that took us to Loch Lomond, the village of Aberfoyle, and Stirling Castle. Despite the legendary monster of Scotland living in Loch Ness not Loch Lomond we still kept our eyes open for it as we strolled around the ‘bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond’. Then from there we had lunch in a very traditional Scottish inn in Aberfoyle. There we dared to try Scotland’s notorious national dish haggis, which we were both shocked to learn that we actually enjoyed. I also had salmon that came out of the loch I had just wandered around.
Then we went to Stirling Castle. I am not trying to sound like a huge nerd but the castle and its landscape looked like something right out of the Lord of the Rings. The castle which was originally constructed on the site over 900 years ago sits on the peak of a dead volcano and hovers over the lowlands that surround it for several miles in every direction. However, in the background are ranges of monstrous snow-capped mountains seemingly stretching on forever. Between the castle and the begining of the mountains is another volcanic parturition with a stone tower reaching up from the tallest of the rocky corners of this natural structure.
The Castle and tower which are only separated by a hand full of lowland miles were held at different times by either the Scots or the English in opposition to each other. Stirling Castle is said to be the key to controlling Scotland and is situated exactly where the lowlands and highlands of Scotland met.
That night we went on a pub crawl around Edinburgh going to several unique and interesting old pubs around the city. At one there was a local band playing some traditional Scottish folk music.
The next day we went to Edinburgh castle which stands in the middle of the city and is visible from all points around it. It is not quite as old or historically important as Stirling Castle but is very cool to have a walk around and it offers some amazing views from atop its walls. Afterwards I bought some traditional Scottish wool scarves, which I was very glad for as the Bastard Express train I took back was very very cold despite it being so crowed that people were forced to stand in the loos.
All is well as it all ended well and I had a great time and am now happily back in my favourite city!

Ich bin ein Berliner

The above statement is the eloquent quote by JFK which translated into English means: I am a Jelly Donut. Of course in fact what he meant was: I am person of Berlin. And after this weekend I would like to echo the sentiment of JFK in his speech made from Berlin, where he indeed called himself a Jelly Donut, and say, I now feel akin to the Berliner.

Berlin is the most interesting and extraordinary city I have ever been to. It also fringes on the bizarre in so many ways. Though my final impression of the city is one of awe and respect, my first impression was not so positive. After leaving the airport outside of the city I hopped on a bus to get into town. I was told to get off at ‘Rudow’ to catch a train to the city center near the Hostel my friend and I were going to be staying. I was a little concerned though when I got on the bus I saw that all the stops had ‘Rudow’ in the name. So I rode for a while hoping the stop I needed to get off at would become apparent. As I sat on the bus I took in the other people around me. All of them were very quiet and looked a bit miserable, frowning or with heads hung down. I thought of Amsterdam and how when I arrived there everyone was smiling and talking cheerfully or singing even on public transportation. However, their faces reflected the countryside, or suburbs, we were riding through that were in shades of brown and gray and very desolate. The few buildings to be seen were very small houses all looking very similar. I got off the bus where I though I might be able to catch the train into town. However, when I got off it was apparent that I would not be able to catch it here and that I was still in this desolate countryside. I realized as I sat there waiting for the next bus that just until recently this was East Germany and was under Soviet control and wow did it still resemble it. It was not hard to imagine the grim life that would have been lived here less then two decades before and why so many people risked their lives to leave this area.

As I finally made my way into Berlin itself my impression did not change. I walked to my hostel from the train station nearby. The neighborhood consisted of huge roadways cutting across mostly dilapidated but not old looking buildings and industrial canals, all still very colorless in shades of grays and browns. This is what much of Berlin looks like. There are miles of areas that look just like this with little pockets of prettier or more modern looking buildings or squares. But even in the most elegant and famous parts of the city, like Museum Island where much of the famous and gorgeous building of Berlin stand, there are still large patches of destitute or destroyed buildings or huge construction sites marring the views. This all creates a melancholy and dark ambiance to the city. However, I started to learn over the course of the weekend that one has to understand Berlin to appreciate it. And that if one understands Berlin and can appreciate it then it becomes a Mecca of artistic and historical insights and every block and every destitute building becomes meaningful and inspirational.

I came to this realization during a walking tour that my friend and I took around the city lead by a woman of not even 30 years but who had still spent a third of her life under the soviet’s repressive occupation. She explained that the city was so utterly destroyed by domestic strife leading up to WWII, WWII itself, and the soviet occupation of the eastern half of the city that almost nothing was left from the pre-WWII era of the city. And that nothing in the way of rebuilding of the wondrous old emblematic buildings or even of decent housing had really been able to take place in the city until after the reunification.

The city really is a living monument to itself and its history, which is perhaps one of the most intense in recent times. My weekend there was focused on this unique history. This included the 4 hour historical tour I just described. On it we saw the Imperial Cathedral, which is pictured above in sharp contrast to the ruins of the Imperial palace blown up by the soviets. We also saw the monument to the victims of tyranny and war, the monument to the books destroyed by the National Socialists, the memorial to the murdered Jews of Europe, the remains of the Berlin wall, Checkpoint Charlie, the Brandenburg Gate, Hitler’s bunker, and a lot of other interesting historical artifacts and places.

I also went to three museums. I saw the Museum of German Jews first. It is kind of odd and moving to be going through this museum dedicated to the positive accomplishments and the devastating history of Jews in Germany knowing that nothing that celebrates German Jewry would have been able to exist a hand full of decades ago. The museum is very well done, however, and the building its self is one of the most amazing pieces of architecture I have ever encountered. It is built to resemble a broken Star of David. The building is quite tall and as you walk through it you encounter what is called the voids which are large deep chasm that are the gaps between the triangles in the star. Some of the these voids are just pits of darkness, some are open and light pours in to them, and one had thousands of metallic screaming faces pilled up at the bottom of the void. And there is the holocaust tower there which is one of the eeriest places I have ever been. It is a huge completely empty tower with an extremely high ceiling painted completely black so when you look up it is as if you are looking into complete nothingness. The room is so dark you can not really see who else is in there and the only light is a very thin line of white light coming down from one corner of the ceiling. It is very cold in there and there is a mysterious almost ghostly sound that seems to permeate from the huge concrete walls. The only object in the room is a latter stretching up to the blackness starting just high enough to be out of reach of anyone.

I went to two other museums both as amazing and unique as this one. I went to the Old National Gallery witch consists of German expressionism from the 18th and 19th century. And also to the German Museum of National History. This second museum was perhaps the most interesting museum I have ever been to. I am very interested in German history and this was a huge museum chalked full of facts and artifacts from all points in German history. The area about National Socialism in the museum was particularly amazing to me as I took a course last semester at Clark on Nazi Germany and much of the pictures and copies of posters we were shown by the professor in that class were on display in their original and horrid form.

Also, the second night we were in Berlin we went to the Reichstag. The Reichstag the parliament building of Germany and has been destroyed and rebuild many times. This latest reconstruction of it has a glass dome on top of it. One can climb to the top of this dome and not just get a great view of the city but also you can peer down into the parliament chamber below you. This is supposed to represent transparency in the new German republic so that nothing like the tyranny that Germany has had to suffer so much of can happen again. Like I said the city is a monument to itself, its mistakes, its victims, and its own suffering. Every build, square, and monument, is completely full of layers upon layers of meaning built into them. I could write another several pages on all this symbolism in everything I saw. This is why the city transitioned in my mind to a place still of great darkness and melancholy but also of great depth and beauty.

I also had some more light-hearted times though while in Berlin. My friend and I went to several Breweries and Beer halls to sample the legendary local brews. We also ate some amazing Turkish food, as Berlin has the largest Turkish population of any city in the world other than Istanbul. I also had some traditional potato dishes and sausages, and currywursts.

Now I’m back in London. As always not a bad place to have to return to. I am going to Parliament tomorrow for an event celebrating the 10th anniversary of the Crick Report, which is the Report to Parliament that really got the ball rolling on the mandating of citizenship education here. I am very excited to meet some interesting people there and see parliament. And then I’m going off to Scotland this weekend. More to come soon…

A New Week, A New President

Much has transpired since last I wrote an entry. The most crucial of which was the election of now president elect Barack Obama. Watching the election results and being part of the aftermath here was good and bad. I enjoyed seeing the international perspective but part of me wished to be home and in the excitement with my fellow citizens electing this historic president. My flat mates and I stayed up till 2 or 3 Tuesday night watching the results on the BBC even though they had been projecting Obama to be the winner for what seemed like a week already. Then at 5 in the morning I got a text message telling me that Obama would be our next president and that he was about to give his acceptance speech. I sat alone in the dark at 5 in the morning with tears in my eyes watching my next president give his beautiful speech.
I am genuinely excited about what change Mr. Obama will bring to our country and the world and so are the British people. I don’t think I met one person who has not been excited about Obama coming to office. I even had a co-worker explain to me that to them the American elections are more important because whatever happens in their elections the fundamental social liberalism of Britain will remain but the US political climate is a lot more volatile. In fact, there was a mid-term election here a couple days ago but it got severly less press leading up to, during, and after the election than the US election got.
As a result of all the excitement from the elections and from Guy Fawkes night, Wednesday night was a crazy night. As soon as it got dark, which is like right at 4 now, fireworks started going off to beat shock and awe. A couple of my mates and I went to a park in an outer borough of London, Canada Water, to see some fireworks. It was a really exciting atmosphere out there. We followed a mass of singing, glow-jeweller adorned people from the Canada Water’s underground stop to the park. All of Canada Water must have been crammed in that park. There were carnival attractions and fireworks but sadly no effigies. I guess it was too family friendly for that.
There were more celebrations this weekend but unfortunately I had to lay low this weekend in order to get some work done. I finished up my essay for my British literature class and started seriously working on my independent study. I finally decided to research the development of modern citizenship education in this country and try to find out what education for the development of active citizenry existed prior to modern citizenship education. And then do some kind of comparison between the two.
So I’ll keep gathering research for that and working on my various projects at work this week. But this Friday I am going to BERLIN for the weekend!

Oh and by the way the picture is of a statue that I thought was very interesting and unique. It is on top of a monument dedicated to the Common Wealth’s camel brigade that fought in various campaigns in the Middle East. It is in Victoria Embankment Park. I noticed it on a long walk I took down to and along the Thames this weekend.

The Land of Cold, Rain, Snow, Fireworks and Burning Effigies

Hello from the land of cold, rain, snow, fireworks and burning effigies. The atmosphere of London has drastically changed over this past week or so. For one, the weather here is turning into a stereotype of itself: very grey, cold and rainy. We actually got snow though the other day. It was crazy no one predicted it. I was actually walking out of a restaurant and all of a sudden it started to hail like crazy. I was on my way to an exotic teashop but even though a good cup of tea would have been great after being stuck in the storm, I could not make it being hailed on as I was and so I jumped into a nearby pub to have a pint and wait out the storm. By the time I finished my pint it had stopped hailing but it was snowing now.
Apparently it hasn’t snowed here at this time of year since 1938 (A year before England entered WWII). It was very pretty despite being a cold, wet nuisances. People were freaking out though, like it was a sign of Armageddon.
Perhaps this mood carried over to the latter part of the week, or maybe this is the normal atmosphere of Brits this time of year, but the last several days have been wild. Constant huge fireworks being launched at all times day and night. I’m not talking about firecrackers but large professional quality fireworks being shot off from random courtyards and side streets (no wonder London has such a intimate history with fires). Also, I have not seen one yet, but I have heard talk of effigies being burned all over the country. There was even one of Sarah Palin burned in the town of Battle.
This last example of eccentric celebration speaks to how obsessed the Brits are with the US election right now. It is hard to imagine that people in the US are paying any more attention to the presidential election then people are here. Every day there are programs on every station about is, several articles in every newspaper and people talking about it every café and pub. My office is even having an election party tomorrow night. Not surprisingly the chatter and media coverage here is always pro-Obama.
I have had to resist getting too lost in the excitement here and keep at it with my work. I finished up the youtube page for the Giving Nation program, http://uk.youtube.com/user/GivingNation for those that might be interested. I am still working on fund raising and also doing some new research into local economic issues that could be used in regional active learning programs. The foundation has a program called ‘Paying for it’ that encourages young people to examine and engage with economic issue of importance to their local communities.
Other then that I am working on a paper for my British Lit class about the relationship between the individual and society in the context of the novels we have been reading. And also starting to do some research on my independent study that I am doing. I have finally decided to focus it on the evolution of the concept of citizenship in England.
Saturday I took a little break to take an ‘urban hike’. I went around the St. Paul’s Cathedral area and ended up walking to the area around the Tower of London. Since it was the day after Halloween and the city was engulfed in a quite dramatic gloom I decided to visit some old graveyards and allegedly haunted places, including a very bizarre outdoor wall dedicated to those who died trying to save other people's lives and failed. Their are about 50 plaques on the wall all with random and unusual tails of this sort of heroism that all date back more then a hundred years. I didn’t see any ghosts but it was still eerie walking through some of the old chapels, ruins and grave sites and such. I ended my walk with a visit to the Museum of London, which is dedicated to the history of the city.
More to come about the reaction to the elections here, Guy Fawkes Night and life in London…

I reckon its time for another post

Yes, they use 'reckon' here, not just in the good ole south....

Since I came back from Ireland I have decided to keep it local except that I went to Hampton, Winsor, Bath, Stonehenge and Cambridge (so intranational at least). Through these day adventures I am getting to know the less metropolitan areas of England, the more pastoral and perhaps quintessential parts of the country. One very interesting aspect of all these places is that they are all somewhat similar in that they are all nestled between pastors and hedges, and quaint towns or villages or are quaint towns or villages but they are all extremely unique as well. Physical aspects of these places are only an outline of the deep history and culture that truly embodies these locations. I could take up a whole entry to describing each place. My favourite I believe was Bath though. It reminded me of two places I had visited before: Hot Springs, AR and Ashville, NC. Like both these places, the city of Bath has integrated itself perfectly to its environment. The city almost seems like it is a natural feature of the hills and valleys that house it. This could partly be due to the fact that the city is so old, its location going back the time of the Romans in Britain. My friends and I walked around the elegant downtown as well as visited the Roman baths that are fed from the hot springs that made this area famous originally and are still thought by some to be a panacea. Just in case it is I drank a little of the disgusting, warm and extremely minerally water that they still serve as a tonic in the café attached to the ancient baths.

To move away from the rustic for awhile, life in London is continuing to be a never ending exploration physically, intellectually and of experience. At my internship we are putting the finishing touches on our research into the affects of media’s portrayal of the stereotypic youth on young people’s impetus to engage themselves politically and socially. We have an event in a couple weeks where we are going to be presenting this research as well celebrating all the accomplishments of the amazing students who have participate in the Youth Act program and went on to make substantial differences in their communities.

Now that I am more or less done with this research, I am learning how to and starting to work on fundraising for the foundation at large. Basically my job for the next few weeks will be to sell the ideals and goals of the foundation to larger trusts and foundations that maybe willing to donate some money to our various causes. Also over these next few weeks I will be working on some more video editing for the foundation, as well working on improving the quality of the material of the Citizenship Foundation’s youtube page.

This week should be a fun one. People in the city are starting to get a little wild for Halloween and Guy Fawkes Day, which is on November 5. Londoners seem to use both this week, the week of Halloween, and next week, the week of Guy Fawkes Day, as one big celebration period. Lots of parties, public celebrations and mayhem. Also, apparently on Guy Fawkes Day there are lots of fireworks and bonfires around the city; sounds like the good ole’ south on New Years. Not quite sure what I’m going to do to celebrate either but I want to experience both celebrations as a true Londoner (and I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough how to do that).

Great Times, Great Places and Great Works

Life is great here in London still!
Since last I wrote I have been filling my time by acculturating myself, studying, working, traveling and having an all-around enjoyable time.
I went to three more museums in London. The weekend before last I went to the Natural History Museum and the Imperial War Museum (which isn’t a bunch of old school imperialistic and euro-centric mess like it sounds like it might be). In fact, it is quite an incredible museum that covers Britain and the Common Wealth’s involvement in WWI, WWII and subsequent wars. It has amazing artifacts from all these wars as well as some great ‘experience exhibits’, like the trench experience and the blitz experience. The former lets you walk through a scale model of a WWI trench while the later puts you in a simulated underground bunker in London that is being bombed by Nazi planes.
I also went with my class to the Francis Bacon exhibition at the Tate Britain last week. It was a huge collection of his life’s work. Very interesting but also very dark and almost overwhelming at times. His work makes one feel bleak but also enlightened. My professor walked past me in the exhibit and whispered, “it reminds me of The Heart of Darkness, ‘the horror, the horror’”.
Then this last weekend I traveled to Ireland! It was an amazing time. I found it really hard to not be jolly and smiling in that wonderful nation. As I found in Holland, everyone is so nice and knows the meaning of a good time.
I went with two of my friends from London and the three of us crammed a whole proper holiday’s worth of sightseeing, fun and relaxation into one weekend. We got into Dublin Friday night and went straight to the Temple Bar area, which is the main night life section of Dublin. We went around to several Pubs and clubs utterly crammed with tourists and true Dubliners alike.
The next morning we started sightseeing. We went to the historic Trinity College, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the Dublin Castle, the National Library and the literary museum they have housed in it, and of course the legendary Guinness Store House. We spent at least an hour learning about Guinness and how it is made and then got to have a pint of fresh Guinness in their gravity bar, which is the tallest point in Dublin. After that we went to the Jameson Distillery for a whiskey sampling and sampled Jameson’s most select reserves that are only available at their distillery. One of the Whiskeys had been aged for 40 years in a Spanish oak barrel.
Somehow throughout the course of the day I was able to find time to enjoy a traditional Irish stew of lamb, potatoes, barely and rosemary for lunch and smoked salmon from dinner.
That night we went on a Dublin pub crawl. We were guided by a very Irish and very nice and interesting Trinity student to some of the most historic and unique pubs in the city.
The next day we woke up at 7:30 to go to Bray, a seaside community that is surrounded by breathtaking mountains on one side and a breathtaking landscape of cliffs leading down to the sea on the other. It’s a very surreal place. We got off the train we took there and walked down a black rock beach to a mountain that lies adjacent to the town. We climbed (literally as we had to climb up some rock faces) to the top of the mountain where we then climbed once more to a jetty of pure white and rugged rock mass where a giant cross stood stoically positioned way above the little town and the great sea. We then walked to the next peak and descended from there to a seaside path that took us back to Bray.
While my work at the Citizenship Foundation might not be quite as awe-inspiring as the top of Bray Head (as the mountain is called), it has been quite rewarding these last few weeks. All the hard work that the Giving Nation team and I have put in to making the Giving Nation award ceremony a very memorable experience for the students being honored really paid off. The ceremony went very well and the students really enjoyed the activities we planned for them, including the riddles about various historically and culturally interesting places in London that I wrote for them. And I most say that my video for the awards ceremony that I have been working on for almost a month now came together quite nicely, if I do say so myself, and I think everyone enjoyed it.
Now that the Giving Nation awards are done with it is full steam ahead on the research project I have also been working on for the Citizenship Foundation. It is on the British news media’s portrayal of young people and how that portrayal affects young people’s self-image and inclinations toward political and social engagement in their community and country.

Amsterdam

I'm back in London now after a whirlwind holiday on the continent. Last Thursday night I took a bus from London to Dover, which is quite a remarkable place. The bus drove down threw the great white cliffs of Dover that somewhat glow at night from the reflection of the vast span of lights that illuminate the enormous seaport that sits at the foot of the cliffs looking out into the English Channel. From Dover I took a ferry to Calais, France and then from there I took another bus to Amsterdam. I had never been to the European continent before, it was very exciting for me to be driving through the countrysides and cities of France, Belgium and the Netherlands. Once I got to Amsterdam I instantly feel in love with it. I walked outside of Amstel Station not to be met by a cramped car lot but instead rows upon rows of bike racks neatly placed on brick sidewalks flanked by rows of trees and other greenery. This is exemplary of the city. It is so green and beautiful and everyone rides around on their bike with a big grin on their face or a song on their lips. There is literally more bike traffic then car and tram traffic put together. The priority for transportation in the city is bicycles first, then their electric above-ground trams, then cars. So many of the streets don’t even allow cars on them or if they do you hardly see any. This all makes for a very beautiful and peaceful city. And it really seems to make a difference in the life of the people there. Everyone is very friendly and happy and laid back. I found myself having to check the speed of my stride on many occasions because I was used to the bussel of London and not the calm of Amsterdam.
Not only is Amsterdam’s aesthetic and personality amazing but they really have good taste too. Their food and drink is amazing. I had the best food of my time abroad thus far in Amsterdam. I had herring and smoked salmon from a open air fish cafe, their famous Frites (fries) a couple times from little stands, Dutch pancakes from a Dutch pancake house, and an amazing Mediterranean meal from a restaurant serving food typical of a little Dutch island in the Mediterranean that I had never heard of and can't remember the name of. The drink is just as good if not even better. After only two days there I am finding it hard to drink the espresso and coffee in London now, which until I went to Amsterdam I thought was very good. The beer is also great there, Heineken is ten times better fresh then it is bottled and transported like we have it in the US and the UK.
I did not spend all my time making myself fatter though. I also did tons of walking just exploring the city. There were so many museums I wanted to go to but I only made it to the The Rijksm, the Van Gogh Museum and the Ann Frank House. The city has as much culture and artistic and intellectual curiosity and brilliance as cities 4 or 5 times its size.
My travels are not over yet, either. Just before I left for Amsterdam, I booked a plan ticket and hostel for Dublin for next weekend. I just got done reading James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man for class. I felt after reading it I had to go to Dublin to witness for myself the city that Joyce so intimately describes in his amazing novel. I also picked up a book of poems by Yeat's, A famous Irish literary contemporary of Joyce's, who also writes a lot about Ireland, its people, and especially Dublin.
Speaking of class, it is going very well. We are now reading a couple novels by Virginia Wolf and some of her social/political essays. There are only 4 other students in the class so it is a very nice and intimate setting to discuss these great works. Our professor up and gave us tickets to the Frances Bacon exhibit at the Tate Britain and also tickets to the new exclusive installation galleries at the Tate Modern. I am so excited to go and see them both. I am kind of going museum wild but I think I'm going to try to go to the Natural History Museum and the Imperial War Museum here in London this weekend.
My internship is still going well, also. I am currently working on making a film for the Giving Nations awards ceremony that I described in an earlier post.
More soon to come.... Cheers!

I am now a week into my internship. I really am enjoying the experience so far. I wouldn't say that I enjoy every minute of being in the office but I guess such is the life of a 9 to 5er. I definitely was thrown in head first into the office environment. I have been in an some what of an office environment before but not ever totally immersed in it. I have a little desk along everyone else that I work with, with my own computer and phone and what not. Be it the UK or US version, I have learned that the show The Office is shockingly true to life, haha.
It is not all memos and desk phones, however. The work I am a part of is really exciting and worth while. The Citizenship Foundation, the organization I am interning with, has many separate projects that the organization facilitates simultaneously. Most of the people who work there are hired to work on one that the organization maintains. By being an intern, however, I'm getting to work with several of these projects and will work on several more before I leave London.
Right now I am primarily working with the group at the citizenship foundation that is in charge of the Giving Nation program. The Giving Nation, or g-nation, is a national wide program that gives British students an opportunity to do hands on charity and activism work. They give any secondary school that applies a grant to help fund a youth activism or charity society and the projects that such a group might take on. They also give all the schools involved a page on the g-nation website, www.g-nation.org.uk, so that they can showcase the charity or activism projects that they have undertaken. Then every year the Citizenship Foundation holds a big awards ceremony and celebration for eight schools that they feel did the best job of charity and activism work with the funds given to them. They fly the groups most associated with the charitable action from each school to London and put them up in a hotel so that they can come to this event.
The awards event is in less then a month so I have been doing a lot to help organize and plan the event. Not exactly my ideal job but I think that it is a worth while cause and good experience.
This week I will also start working with the group of people in the Citizenship Foundation that run the Youth Act program. This is a really cool program. It sets up groups of kids in state schools in underprivileged areas with a adult member of their community. The group then decided on an issue that they feel very passionately about. The Youth Act team then gives them all the support, guidance and resources they need to actively work to make a difference in whatever issue they are the most concerned with. Sometimes this involves them holding community-wide gatherings, petitioning, rallying, lobby or whatever it takes to tackle the issue they are dealing with and affirm in the young people the knowledge of their right and ability to make a difference in their community.
I am not sure what I will be doing yet with youth act but I will let everyone know when I know.
The people at the Citizenship Foundation are great. They are very passionate about what they do and very eager to get like-minded folk involved with their work.
I also had my first class last week. It seems like it will be good. There are only four other people in the class, which is really nice considering it is a discussion based literature course: 20th century British literature.
Well that is all from me for now. I have more to say but I have even more to do. I am leaving for Amsterdam on Thursday for the Long weekend that I get. I am really looking forward to that and will be writing about it soon.

A hell of a town

I had a very crazy morning. My roommate and I decided to go to Camden market this morning to get some produce and just have a look around. We really had no idea of what to expect. I wasn't expecting much but I should have been reminded of London's constant ability to surprise, amaze and amuse when on our way to the train station to go to the market we saw a giant eyeball, about 30 yards high, that had appeared in the middle of the little park two blocks down from our flat over night. I later found out it was a promotion for a new TV station but there was no indication of that at all, just a giant eye.
When we got off the tub at the Camden Town station, we saw only a few stands with nothing too interesting being sold from them. I was disappointed but we decided to keep looking around. After walking around for a few minutes we made a turn onto Camden High Street and I then realized I should never doubt London again. As far as the eye could see there were rows and rows of stands and thousands of people between and in them. We walked around in amazement for several hours and never made our way out of the market. The stands wound around, on top of and underneath buildings, bridge and water ways.
I have literally never seen anything like the Camden Town Market. It is like the largest and most diverse festival imaginable but it is a permanent fixture of Camden Town. One minute you can be in an open air square with farmers vending there fresh produce and the next minute you can turn down a narrow alley and end up surrounded by neon lights, house music, and "cyber goths". There are so many different types of people from the yeomen farmers and cyber goths to punks, hippies, rastas and hippsters all converging in the confines of this huge market to buy and sell an assortment of products as diverse as the people selling them.
On our way back from the market we exited the tube station and say a rally of about 50 strong outside the Scientology building that is positioned a few buildings down from our tube stop. It was complete with signs lambasting the "capitalistic and fraudulent" nature of Scientology being held by young and old people alike all wearing guy Fawkes masks.
And all this and I'm back in time to get ready for a coach tour of London scheduled for us for the afternoon and after that get everything squared way for starting my internship tomorrow...

I'M HERE

I traveled over 18 hours from Hattiesburg, MS to London by car and plan (and spent a pretty penny doing so) but the second that my plane dipped below the seemingly endless layers of England’s notorious cloud cover I knew it was extremely worth it. On my descent into Gatwick airport I was greeted by a picturesque view of the shrubbery partitioned fields and meadows of the English countryside. After passing threw immigration quit uneventfully, I found the driver that was sent to pick me up and bring me to my flat. He drove me past meadows, fields, cottages, manors and villages and then into central London. I got my key after he dropped me of on the street that will be my home for the next four months. It is a small peaceful, though well trafficked, street with all white painted apartments and hotels up and down it. The street, which is only like an 1/8 of a mile long, is flanked on either end by statues of a former duke of the area I am living in, Bedford, and a late statesmen of the Whig party. Just past both of these guardian like figures are beautiful little parks.
I got to the flat several hours before any of my flat mates arrived. This gave me time to wander around a bit and become even more taken by my amazing surroundings. Central London is like no place I have ever been. One street can be bustling, bright and loud enough to almost put Time Square to same and then the next street over can be as quaint and beautiful as the little villages I saw as I was being driven from the airport.
Finally my flat mates arrived. We got to know each other as we wandered around looking for a grocery store to buy some food and other essentials. They are very nice guys. One goes to school at Stonehill in Mass. and the other is from King’s College in PA. My third flat mate is from Clark but he has not arrived yet. He has been delayed in Amsterdam and should get in some time tonight.
We found a little grocery store several blocks down that was about twice the size of a regular bedroom but with very good and inexpensive products. After coming back from the store we all made ourselves something to eat. I made a sandwich with some cheese I bought at the store, which was perhaps the best cheese I have ever had. It was very sharp and very fresh.
As one could imagine I was very tired from my travels, so after eating I relaxed with a mini-bottle of French wine I had bought at the grocery store, that was very good and was only around a pound and a half, and planned what I would do the next day.
Despite my planning when I woke up today I decided I would just take a walk and see where I ended up. I ended up walking all over. I saw the Thames, the London eye, Big Ben, the changing of the guards and had a lovely late breakfast of sausage, eggs and tea at a café right in the middle of St. James park. I saw a lot more on my three and a half hour walk but I was not sure what a lot of it was but I intend to retrace my steps with a map and a guide book later on to find out.
I have my first meeting with my supervisor at the Citizen Foundation tomorrow where find out what I will be actually doing there.

Dodging Hurricanes

I am not in London yet. Currently, I'm still in tropical rain soaked Hattiesburg, MS. I'm trying to pack and get ready and get out of here before the next hurricane hits. Here in Hattiesburg we really dodged the bullet on this last hurricane, Gustav, it could have been a lot worse. Also, fortunately, my favorite city in the U.S., New Orleans, seems to have dodged the bullet on this one, too. I know they will still need help to get fixed up though since a lot of New Orleans is still damaged from Katrina. This hurricane was nowhere near as bad as Katrina for them but I know there was damage done. I'm really excited about going to London but part of me is torn because I wish I could help out a little in New Orleans before leaving.

Here are some links to a few sites to find out information on New Orleans' current state, as well as some sites to look into helping them out, if anyone is interested.

http://www.nola.com/

http://www.commongroundrelief.org/

http://www.rebuildgreen.org/

I don't want to neglect to mention that there are other areas of the gulf coast that have had just as much devastation, if not more, from recent hurricanes, including Gustav. The Mississippi Gulf Coast is another area battered by recent hurricanes, as well as hit by Gustav, that needs a lot of help and deserves some attention. For more information and news about the Mississippi Gulf Coast go the the Sun Herald web site.

http://sunherald.com/

The storm here in Hattiesburg was not bad at all but we did have a few days of pretty crazy weather. I'm going to try to put up a few pictures I took during the storm.

Luckily I had the foresight to not book my flight to London out of New Orleans but Jackson instead, so I should be taking off on Saturday and getting to London Sunday morning.

Next Week in London...