Friday, July 13, 2012

The Power of Narrative

I may have failed to mention this earlier, but we live about a block from the British Museum.  This museum holds many, many famous old things from all over the world, but most notably from Ancient Egypt, Greece, and Assyria.  Thousands of tourists and school groups come here every day.

It's also free - booyah!

I've been twice, but I feel the same thing every time: overwhelmed to the point of apathy.  There are rooms upon rooms of ancient sculptures, vases, carvings - and it all becomes a bit too much to handle.  However, there are a few things that stand out, mostly...

Friends, that's the Rosetta Stone.  THE Rosetta Stone.  Incredible.  And I think you can see the amazing amount of people in the reflection who come to see the Rosetta Stone.

There's also a very large room (half of which is pictured below) that houses a large amount of friezes and statues from the Parthenon in Greece.  Pretty cool.  I've always been fascinated by Ancient Greece, so you would think that you'd have to drag me out of these rooms.  But as I said, I sort of didn't care anymore because there was just so much.
Bits of the Parthenon

The trouble for me was that all these amazing artifacts were delicately placed in an orderly fashion... but with no story or narrative to follow.  I think the great potential of museums is the power to take you through a narrative, and, for good or bad, tell you the story of history.  The Museum of London did a really great job of this.  On the other hand, the British Museum would have to pack away many of its treasures in order to create this effect.  And really, no one wants to be there on the day when the Rosetta Stone isn't on display.  So I guess there's room for different types of museums.







Thursday, July 12, 2012

These Hallowed Halls

Oxford is old.  Really old.  There was some form of students and teachers there since the late 11th century.  I mean, seriously.  That's about 75 years short of a millennium of educational history.

You'll have to excuse me.

But holy shit.

I really do apologize for my lack of eloquence when it comes to really old things.  I can't seem to talk when there's just a whole lot of AWE in my brain.  Walking around the Oxford University campus was... indescribable.  To a lot of people, even my own family, it would be just another historic landmark (or *shudder* just another filming location of Harry Potter).  But for me, this trip has been long-anticipated.


Like all medieval universities, Oxford began under the Catholic church (what what!).  And like all medieval universities, it was nowhere near as organized as universities are today.  There was only one college at the beginning: St. Mary's (now there are 38).  Around the 12th century, Oxford saw a dramatic influx of students, because King Henry II banned scholars from studying at the University of Paris.  All the English kids came home ("English" being more like "French Norman" at this point in history) and came to Oxford.  There was a little scuffle between the university students and some townspeople in 1209, and a few professors left the rough 'n' tumble area of Oxford to go form... what those in Oxford call "the other place".*

The picture above is the ceiling and upper windows of the Divinity school examination room.  Yes, this hall was used as the hospital wing for Harry Potter.  It was also where students would give/take their oral exams until the 19th century.  It's also under... THE BODLEIAN LIBRARY.

Where we were forbidden, you guessed it, to take pictures.  Sorry!  That's what postcards are for.  Suffice it to say, the Bodleian was just as cool, if not as dramatic, as the Old Library at Trinity.

The books in the library above actually started to weigh down the building, making the walls of this room bend and buckle outwards.  Christopher Wren (later famous architect for St. Paul's) had buttresses built outside to stabilize the building.  Another library story involves the son of Henry VIII ordering all Catholic works at the library destroyed because the child king was even more fanatical than his father, but it's just too heartbreaking for me to go there.

Unassuming picture, but Oscar Wilde stood here when he was charged with not paying his tailor's bill.
Lunch was a special treat.

For all you readers not well versed in the lives of the magnificent J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, The Eagle and Child pub (locally nicknamed The Bird and Baby) is where these two great writers met with other intellectuals on a regular basis during their time teaching at Oxford.  Along with several of my classmates, I really wanted to make this a stop, since this pub undoubtedly played a role in Lewis' conversion to Christianity.  Tolkien was a devout Catholic his whole life, and he was also instrumental in bringing Lewis to the faith.  Tolkien was admittedly disappointed that Lewis found his faith in the Church of England rather than the Catholic Church, but I'm sure this grudge has been forgotten in heaven.

Hilarious sidenote: Tolkien lived to see the reforms of the Second Vatican Council in the 1960s and was generally not a fan of the mass in English.  His grandson remembers going to mass, and Tolkien "made all the responses very loudly in Latin while the rest of the congregation answered in English."  'Atta boy, Tolkien!

We walked past Magdalene College, where Lewis was a fellow for about 30 years.  No walks past Tolkien's college, Pembroke, I'm afraid.

After lunch, we met up with our lovely Oxford guide, Kathy Lemaire (who failed to mention that she's an OBE!).  She took us to The Story Museum, a really exciting blend of children's museum and library.  It's still in the works, so if you have a few extra thousand dollars, I'd be happy to help. :-)  One of the rooms inside was an AMAZING tea party room ala Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.



I wish I could talk about Alice and Lewis Carroll (real name Charles Dodgson, which I didn't know until recently), but I must admit I've not yet read the book.  Carroll/Dodgson was a student and teacher at Christ Church, the largest and best well known college at Oxford, which we made our last stop at Oxford.  You may also recognize many views of Christ Church from *sigh* the Harry Potter movies.



The Great Hall was actually modeled on the Christ Church dining hall.

Quidditch, anyone?

After learning that tuition for Oxford is somewhere around $9,000 a year, I'm starting to think I didn't look at my schooling options carefully enough.  Hmmm...

*It's Cambridge, FYI.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Gardens and Beatles and Holmes, oh my!

In direct opposition to yesterday, we packed in quite a few famous London sites today.  On days like these, it's almost impossible for me to choose a larger theme to discuss.  But we'll see where the winds take us.


Teehee, see what I did there?  We began the day determined to beat the rain and fly our kites at Primrose Hill, just like the Banks children did at the end of Mary Poppins.  The wind was promising, but the group had mixed results in kite-flying.  Mine was a homemade kite in this fashion - it liked spinning in the air much more than floating.  I'm not sure if it needed an extra tail, more tail length, or a cross-bar for support.  Either way, the poor thing succumbed to the weather when it did start to rain (the marker started to bleed, so I had to throw it away).

Big pawprint in honor of Wishbone, and there are book titles written around it.  I had to step on my kite to keep it from blowing away.

Next stop, Regent's Park to take pictures of flowers.  Oh my, the roses!  So beautiful - I certainly thought of my dear friends with a special devotion to St. Therese of Lisieux , aka the Little Flower.


 The only children's book with a garden connection I could talk about is The Secret Garden, but I'm still hoping to get my pictures from Kylemore Abbey up in a post.  I'll save it for then.

From Regent's Park, it was on to Abbey Road - that's right, Abbey Road.  The Beatles recorded the album of that name at Abbey Road Studios, and they just took a walk outside for the album cover.  The crosswalk is a special kind in the UK called a zebra crossing.  It's mandatory for cars to stop for pedestrians in a zebra crossing.  Well, let me tell you, cars are not so happy to stop at Abbey Road while you recreate the Beatles famous picture.  We were trying to get all 12 of us in a single picture, and an ambulance impolitely told us to shove off with his siren.  (Actually, if you click here, the Abbey Road Studios has a live camera feed of the crossing.  Click on the archives, go to July 11 at 2:27pm and you can watch it - hilarious.)


From there, we were free to go where we liked.  A few of us took the opportunity to make the short trip to the infamous 221b Baker Street - home to the (fictional) consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes!

This is the Baker Street underground station - Sherlock is everywhere here!

The "museum" was just a flat turned into period-style rooms filled with mystery-related items and trinkets. I just started reading the original Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stories myself, but I've loved the movie and TV adaptations.  I started with the first on my Kindle, A Study in Scarlet, which I found quite thrilling indeed.  Not quite expecting the second part where the story moves to Salt Lake City and the Mormon settlement, but hey, it worked in the end!  I will definitely be returning to Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson in the near future.


Tomorrow - OXFORD!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Ye Olde English Language

During my undergrad, I chose to focus on the language and linguistic side of my English major.  I got to learn a lot about grammar, syntax (including tree diagramming, like that little baby tree on the left), phonology, and how we use our language to communicate.  I loved it, and I really miss studying it.  But I also learned quite a bit about the history of the English language, how Old English became Middle English became Modern English.


I present to you... the 4 Minute History of the English Language!




Interesting tidbit: In Old English script, there was a letter called the thorn that made the "th" sound.  It also happened to look like a P with the rounded bit in the middle of the stem (again, see left).  Over time, this letter lost its top and started to look more like a rounded Y.


So when you see a sign labeled "Ye Olde" something, that "Ye" is actually a hold over from the Old English "The".  Just like the famous literary haunt, Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese pub!  Dickens, Chesterton, and many more drank and wrote here often.  I was alone on this expedition, so no, I didn't have a pint inside.  Sigh.

Pathetic Fallacy in London

Pathetic Fallacy is a poetic term that attributes human feelings to inanimate objects.  Somehow this is different from personification... but don't search me for that answer, because I have no idea.  I've always heard the term "pathetic fallacy" as a way to describe when the weather reflects a character's mood, e.g. it's rainy when a character is sad, it's sunny when a character is happy.

That wasn't exactly what happened today, but pretty darn close.

We were supposed to go to the Olympic Village today - exciting right?!  Yeah, well, we were, until we found out that the viewing platform was closed and there was no way we could get any closer than the outdoor train stop.  So this is as close as I got to the 2012 Olympics:
The main stadium - I can't find an official name anywhere.

Then we decided we'd try to go to Greenwich and stand over the Prime Meridian.  Buuuuut that was also closed.  So we comforted ourselves by a boat ride up the Thames back to our place, then a bit of shopping.

A bit of a disappointing day.  And it also happened to be overcast.  Ergo, pathetic fallacy.

I realize that talking about the weather gets dull quickly, but many Londoners tell us that this is, by far, the rainiest summer in living memory.  This doesn't really make me feel great - I'd rather hear that this is perfectly normal for July.  Then I'd just accept the rain.  There literally hasn't been a day when it hasn't rained here.

Addendum: I think what I'm trying to say is that, even on vacation in a great city, not every day is going to be perfect.  Some plans just don't work out.  And some days don't have surprise silver linings.  It means the highlight of my day is sitting in our flat, eating a Magnum ice cream bar, and watching New Girl.  And really, that's just fine by me.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Too Much Amazing, Not Enough Time

Today's Agenda: Westminster Abbey. National Gallery. Wicked at the West End.

Appropriate Adjective: Overwhelming.


Westminster is truly an amazing architectural feat in the true Gothic style.  That is one TALL, NARROW, and LONG church.  At the same time, the whole tour had a bitter tone for me, because it was originally built as a Benedictine monastery and seized after Henry VIII's split with the Church to be made into an Anglican church.  There were many similarities between St. Paul's and Westminster, but the most important thing about Westminster is (excuse my language) the crapton of people buried there.


Today, I walked over the graves of Charles Darwin, Henry Purcell, Benjamin Britten, Chaucer, Tennyson, Dickens, Kipling, Handel, and so very, very many more.  No big deal.





Then on to Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery.  I got to see Van Gogh's sunflowers in real life.  And for free.  We had very little time to spend in the National Gallery today; I started apologizing to the paintings as I sped through each room.  "I would love to look at you for much longer, but I just can't!  I'm sorry!"  These paintings are just gorgeous.  The colors alone - still vibrant after 600 years!  Just incredible.  But alas - home we had to go to work on projects and get ready for...


Wicked!  Well, I have a confession.  I was not as excited to see this show as I should have been.  It was my third time, and I have to say that I don't find the story or music that deep.  The actress playing Elphaba was phenomenal, and I still got goosebumps whenever she sang.  But more stimulation after an already over-stimulating day... my poor little brain couldn't quite take it.

But hey - I got to see these little sights today as well.
This is actually the Queen Elizabeth II Tower - Big Ben is the bell inside.

You wouldn't know it, but that's 10 Downing Street.

Only 18 days left to the Olympics!