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Kew, That Was Close

Or, Why Botanical Gardens are Terrifying

I know without even asking that there are those of you who think botanical gardens are harmless, even pleasant or maybe delightful.  A place to take your mother-in-law for a nice afternoon or to exit the hubbub of the city. But OH, you would be wrong. I learned the truly sinister nature of these expansive acres of land dedicated to biology, these enormous gatherings of plants when, in May 2010, my friend Brittany and I took our lives in our hands. We visited Kew... Gardens... dun dun dunnnnn.

Furry, velvety, waxy, drooping, fragrant, vibrant, edible... vines, flowers, trees, shrubs, in various stages of growth and bloom. That is precisely what freaks me out about botanical gardens: these plants are all growing, and breathing, and alive. I mean, if they're not sentient yet, they're close. Some looked like they were from Jurassic Park, the small cousin of a plant that is capable of eating me. The creatures that survived and thrived here were exotic and strange, like the peacock with the brilliant blue head and the monster hens by the building containing the Marianna North paintings. Come with us on our journey through Kew Gardens, a "plant kingdom" creeping in on London from a current distance of less than ten miles.

That calm, smiling face was a facade! I was quaking in my boots Franco Sarto sandals. 

Don't get too close, Brit!

You may well wonder, "What is a chicken doing all the way out here, in Kew?" But take a look at it's monstrous feet. No wonder it thrives there.

We climbed into the air, sixty feet high onto the Treetop Walkway... the trees had anticipated our escape attempt and outgrown the path. 

 Gorgeous flowers in the Temperate House (they almost have me fooled).

Brit, looking nonchalant. She does not yet realize that two innocent-looking plants have crawled behind her ear... 



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NB: This article is obviously a joke. I am not deathly afraid of nature. I do highly recommend a visit to the Kew Royal Botanical Gardens if you ever find yourself in London for more than a couple of days. Visit Kew's website for more information.


Jubilee!

It's the Queen's Diamond Jubilee! Of course I'm watching Her Majesty's progress down the Thames (wearing my costume jewels, drinking coffee from a teacup) and thinking about London. 




Photos: Westminster Abbey, a flag on display in Notting Hill, the view of Westminster Clock Tower (aka Big Ben) from Trafalgar Square. I just learned that the tower is to be renamed "Elizabeth Tower" in honor of the Queen's Jubilee. Read about it here. 

My Favorite Museums

Well, it's been almost four weeks since I completed my internship in Pitt's Study Abroad Office, and I really honestly miss the place, the people, everything about working there. There are few places where it's not only possible, but acceptable to spend an afternoon discussing, debating, and ranking the best museums in the world. In consideration of things like diversity and coherence of the collection, food, manageability and location, here are the museums that I advocated for:

Dylan's TOP 5 Museums
  1. Leopold Museum in Vienna 
  2. Philadelphia Art Museum
  3. Imperial War Museum in London
  4. Museu Nacional de Catalunya (MNAC) in Barcelona
  5. Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City 
At the Tate Modern during my first trip to London
Honorable Mention:

Art museums like the Uffizi in Florence and the Louvre in Paris are indisputably some of the best in the world - yet for someone like me, who appreciates art but can't necessarily ingest/comprehend such enormous collections, they're just not manageable.

On the other hand, some of the museums that I have visited have been randomly fun and interesting but a bit too specific to make my list: these would be museums like the Museum of Childhood in London or the Museum of Hash, Marijuana, and Hemp in Amsterdam.

The museum that was the most unexpected success for me was the National Gallery at Veletrzni Palace in Prague. I'd definitely like to throw an honorable mention their way. 

Obviously there were many diverse museums to visit when I was living in London: the Freud Museum, the Victoria & Albert Museum, the Tate Modern and the National Gallery. In Provence curiosity pulled me into the Museum of Natural Science in Aix-en-Provence and even the Camargue Rice Museum. And because Pitt subsidizes the arts in Pittsburgh, students have free admission to all sorts of interesting museums - the Carnegie Museums, the Andy Warhol Museum, the Mattress Factory...

But at the end of the day, my Top 5 are untouched by any of the museums that I have seen (so far). My coworkers gave me some recommendations that they hope will challenge my Top 5. Their favorites are the Musee d'Orsay in Paris, the National Portraiture Gallery in Washington, DC and the Museo de la Memoria in Rosario, Argentina (a museum of political dictatorship and the dirty war). We'll just see about that! And hopefully soon, I feel that travel bug itching to have its way...

The Orangery at Kensington Palace

This is a flashback to a traditional afternoon tea with my Mom and stepdad Jamie. They visited England for two weeks during my semester abroad in London and had a great time. Posts to come: our weekend in Devon; a drive down the coast to the Oyster Festival at Falmouth in Cornwall; tours of Windsor Castle, Stonehenge, and Oxford; and so much more. Jamie is actually an enthusiastic photographer so once I get my hands on the hundreds of pictures he took, there will be several long, heavily illustrated posts!

We took the tube to Hyde Park Corner, rented bikes, and spent close to an hour on the biking paths throughout the Park. At the Orangery, we sipped chamomile (me), Earl Grey (Mom), and wild berry tea (Jamie). We also ordered one of the three-tiered servers of tea sandwiches, mini tartelettes, and scones with jam and clotted cream.

Our waitress was kind enough to snap a photo for us, though later she confessed that her manager warned her not to take any more at this angle. She had accidentally photographed Prince Michael of Kent - the Queen's cousin - who was seated just behind us! He's the bearded man enjoying his soup in the background.

Sitting down at teatime

In the gardens

London Love Letter

Hello, all.

I'm sorry for not writing as much as I should recently, but to be honest, my laptop is broken (dropped it as I was climbing the ladder to my loft bed and strangely now it's acting really finicky) and preparing for my final projects/exams is time consuming. This is a very busy and exciting time in my life and it's hard to sit down and just blog. Even this entry is not a true blog post! I cheated and copied an essay that I've already written below. Ohh, the shame of not posting original content!

At CAPA's departure reception I found out that I had been rewarded a Record of Achievement, which basically rewards involvement and cultural participation in the host city. I wanted to share with you the short essay that I submitted with my application. It's a little corny, but with only six days left in London I'm feeling pretty emotional and I think corny is okay, maybe even necessary, under the circumstances.

"The very first thing I did after arriving at my flat near Waterloo was to turn around and walk back out the front door. I hadn't gone very far, only two blocks, when I reached the south bank of the Thames. The fantastic sight that had me rooted to the spot with incredulity is now my favorite view in all of London. Directly across the bridge is the West End, to my left are the Houses of Parliament, and to my right is the City. On that first day, what that demonstrated to me was this: London is a true city - a thriving metropolis that is the social center, political capitol, and financial hub of England.

Several days later, I took the Jubilee line north to Primrose Hill for a sweeping view of London. It was a radical change of perspective, and one that I didn't fully appreciate at the time. I spent my first rainy afternoon wandering around the countercultural Camden Town Market. I'll never forget that sensory assault! The smell of fragrant Chinese, Indian, Mexican, and Italian food... the sight of burlesque, goth, 50s style, punk, and ethnic clothing.. the pierced and tattooed youth. That's Camden Town. A tour of the State Rooms at Buckingham Palace was perhaps the perfect foil to that experience. The Palace, which serves as both residence and office of the British monarch, is an impressive, stately building. The interior was amazing - immaculate, elegant, and dignified. I still dream about those rooms. Lying beneath the white sheets of my functional loft bed I picture their extravagance and their color. Buckingham Palace is an iconic sight, but so too is the Globe Theater where I had the opportunity to watch Much Ado About Nothing later that week. The evening before the performance, my literature professor gave a special lecture in which he presented a brief Shakespeare biography, prompted us all to imagine what English society would have been like at the turn of the seventeenth century, and praised the flexibility and dynamism of the English language. By the end, I was beyond excited to experience Much Ado from a groundlings point-of-view, and the next day I watched enchanted as the play described to us the night before came to life.

I chose these three experiences because of their contrast, and more importantly, because they are all equally valid images of what is quintessentially London. The alternative scene in Camden Town, the tradition and decorum of Buckingham Palace, and the performing arts at the Globe Theater combine to form the rich picture I now have of this city. I mentioned that I didn't fully appreciate the importance of those first two views of London, one central and one distant. Now that I have explored the city, I recognize their significance. The change of perspective was important to understand that although I live at the center of the city, London is expansive and full of niches and subcultures and secrets. They are all important parts of what London truly is. Once I was told that there was something for everyone in this city, and I hoped there would be something for me. On that first day, standing at the edge of the river, I thought London was beautiful because of the architecture and the glittering water and the music of the street performers. It was purely aesthetic and anticipatory Now, London is beautiful because I have memories here. Those buildings and that river provoke an emotional reaction. When I stand there, I know that just beyond the hotels and gardens that line the river is Buckingham Palace, where Queen Elizabeth II may be working at that moment, and three miles beyond that is Camden Town, where someone may be writing music or getting a tattoo at that moment. Down the river is Sean Wannamaker's Globe Theater replica, where I will be going to see my BFA flatmates will perform A Winter's Tale on the day before Thanksgiving. I feel I have a family, I feel I have a home, and they both exist in London - indeed, in a way, they are London."
Monday was a special day for two reasons: chicken parmesan and chocolate chip cookies. Just kidding, we'll count the food as one reason and I'll admit that the other was the chef - a young man in our program named Kevin. Some of the students on this program live a bit further out, all the way in zone 3 (gasp!). Yesterday was the first time I made the journey out, away from the familiarity of the inner zones 1 and 2, and the reason was that Kevin had offered to cook for my roommates and I. 

Now, I have not been so unlucky in life as to have never been cooked for - I won't forget the hand made ravioli and summer salad my close friend prepared last August, and I'll be appreciative for even a sandwich or a bowl of ice cream if you make it especially for me - but this was special because I was able to relax on the sofa with music, a glass of wine, and my girl friends while this handsome young man cooked us comfort food. The bar has been raised. If you were planning on becoming my friend, I just hope you have a solid Italian meal in your repertoire (and at least one dessert). 

And speaking of dessert, we were all surprised when another handsome young man living on the floor below popped in with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies!! One day you can't convince a guy to share his french fries and the next you can't even finish all the delicious food being laid out in front of you. I hope it never ends... because let's be honest - there's something sexy about a man who can cook a meal with no supervision. 

Sadly, I have no evidence like photographs to prove that this really happened. However I did get the chocolate chip cookie recipe to share with you, though sharing is the last thing you'll want to do after tasting one...


Ingredients:

2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup (two sticks) unsalted butter, softened
1 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
2 tsp pure vanilla extract
2 2/3 cups (16 ounces) semisweet chocolate chips

Directions:
In a medium bowl, whisk the flour, salt, and baking powder together. Set aside. In a large bowl, beat the butter and sugars together with an electric mixer until smooth and creamy. Add eggs one at a time, beating until incorporated, then beat in vanilla. 
Add half the flour mix and mix for 15 seconds, then add the rest of it and beat until incorporated. Using a spatula or wooden spoon, fold in the chocolate chips. Cover bowl and refrigerate for 6 hours (or, if you're impatient, you can skip this part without ruining the cookies). Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F. Bake for 12 to 14 minutes. 

Curry Night & Flea Market, east London

At the risk of sounding like my professor (no offense, Anthony!), the cultural significance of a curry night in England cannot be over exaggerated. In the last two months, I have noticed that Indian cuisine is at least as prevalent in London as British cuisine. I first experienced curry on the plane from America - I was served chicken curry on a British Airways flight, and I wasn't quite prepared for it. To be honest, I had never been properly introduced to Indian food.

When CAPA offered a free "curry night" in east London, I was curious. Not one to turn down a free meal, I signed up tout de suite. Fifty or so students turned up at SHERAZ Bangla Lounge on Brick LaneBefore the meal began our professor, Dr. Gristwood, gave us an introduction to the food, the restaurant, and the area. 

FOOD
I would have expected Britain's national dish to be a hearty meal of roast beef and yorkshire puddings, or maybe some salty fish and chips wrapped in newspaper. But no, according to former foreign secretary Robin Cooke (and popular opinion) chicken tikka masala is "Britain's true national dish."

RESTAURANT
The restaurant is located on Brick Lane, in London's East End. The next segment of the introduction took an unexpected (and unappetizing) turn toward murder. Sheraz Bangla is supposedly located on the site of the pub where serial killer Jack the Ripper's first victim downed her last pint in 1888! Below is an illustration of the discovery of Mary Ann Nichols' body. Mary Ann was the first of his 'canonical five victims.'
AREA
East London has long been an area associated with poverty, immigrants, and crime. Various immigrant communities have settled there over the last two hundred years, including Hugenots, Jews, Bangladeshis, and recently, Somalis. But the East End's reputation is recovering, and its residents are no longer strictly immigrants. Walking around the area I saw plenty of hipsters on Brick Lane and fashionable young professionals closer to Spitalfields Market. 

My meal was excellent: chicken with Saag sauce (spinach in medium spices), a side of Bombay Aloo potatoes, and naan. I also tried some of Kristina's chicken in Korma sauce (a yellow sauce with a sweet coconut flavor). 

Afterwards, Kris and I decided to do some shopping. My friend Aalia had recommended that we come down the street to the American Apparel London Flea Market once we had finished eating. We had absolutely no clue what to expect. At around 8:00pm, we arrived at the Old Truman Brewery at #81, as per Aalia's directions. There was a long queue out front, but we decided to wait and see if it would move quickly. It did, and about five minutes later we were allowed to enter the warehouse...

Inside, there were racks and racks and racks of discounted clothing. We searched through endless rows of dresses and leggings and tank tops. In the end, I bought five things. Usually I try to save rather than spend, but it's against my beliefs to turn down quality clothes at 75% off. I walked away with two thick acrylic scarves, a lace and raglan shirt, a bodysuit, and pink tights for just £30 ($46). Not bad for thirty quid!



In other news, my beautiful cousins sent me a Halloween card and it made my day! My aunt is Japanese, and the girls are learning to read, write and speak Japanese alongside English. On the inside of the card, both sides are decorated with drawings, Japanese characters, and a few short and sweet sentences in English. Thank you, Maya and Julia! I'm sending my love to you stateside!

** I know that I haven't written much in the past three weeks. My mom and stepfather, Jamie, were here to visit from the 6th through the 17th, and I couldn't find the time in between class, my internship, and pretending to be a tour guide. However, I promise updates on their visit soon. Hopefully there will be plenty of photos of Windsor Castle, Devon and Cornwall, and the Oyster Festival in Falmouth!


Also, I will be traveling through Prague, Vienna, and Oslo in the coming week. Although I have traveled extensively for my twenty-one years, I'm a bit nervous. I've been to most countries in western Europe, the Caribbean, and even to South America, but this will be my first time traveling to eastern Europe and Scandinavia. It's time to rally my sense of adventure (and my roommate Amy) and prepare for an amazing trip! The night before a trip is like Christmas Eve to me, as if I bought myself a fabulous gift back in September and had to wait to open it! OH, WAIT - I DID! A trip to Austria, Norway, and the Czech Republic :) Wish me Bon Voyage! 

Borough Market and a Football Match

Before coming to England, I made this sort-of bucket list. It began last spring and continued to grow through the summer. I added to it every time I learned something in a guide book, or read something in a magazine, or saw something in a movie, or was given a recommendation. By August, it was full of events and experiences I felt I couldn't miss out on in London. 


I'm surprised, looking back over the last four weeks, at how much I've crossed off that list that once seemed so extensive. In fact, the last two bulleted points on the list below were crossed off this weekend. 
  • See Shakespeare performed at the Globe
  • Attend a proper afternoon tea
  • Tour Buckingham Palace
  • London Fashion Weekend
  • Explore the markets and clubs
  • See a show in the West End
  • Attend an English football match
On Friday night, Kristina and I saw The 39 Steps at the Criterion Theater in Piccadilly Circus. It was wonderful. I was laughing the entire time. I think imdb sums up the plot concisely and accurately: 
"A man in London tries to help a counterespionage agent. But when the agent is killed and he stands accused, he must go on the run to both save himself and also stop a spy ring trying to steal top secret information." 
The top secret information is the nature of the mysterious "39 steps," revealed at the very end. What makes the play so fantastically funny and playful is the fact that only 4 actors play all 139 roles! At times, they may only switch their hat and their accent to become a new character. The plot moves quickly along as a result and the play is only 100 minutes total. Kris and I were seated next to a polite Welsh couple who were enjoying a holiday weekend in London to celebrate their anniversary. They said that the film version directed by Alfred Hitchcock in 1935 is considered to be one of the greatest British films of all time. I may have to add "watch Hitchcock's 39 Steps" to my to-do list.

The next day, all of the CAPA students were excited to attend our first football match. CAPA had given us tickets to see Millwall v Burnley at the Den in South Bermondsey. It didn't take us long to sort out why the tickets were free, but I'll come to that later.


touristy photo op!

Jill, Amy, Kristina and I decided to grab a pint near Borough Market before the match because there is usually a pretty lively crowd there on Saturday mornings. Borough Market is one of the largest food markets in London, selling not just fresh produce, but also artisan baked goods, fish, game, cheese, tea, jams, olive oil, honey, chocolate, and more. It was bustling with tourists and Londoners on Saturday morning. It seems to be a fashionable place to buy food. I want to go back again soon and visit the Southwark Cathedral: a large white church near the center of the marketplace, which gives the market a European atmosphere and feel. 


sampling an Indian chutney



We drifted into the Old King's Head Pub across the street around 1 o'clock. I opted for a Kronenbourg 1664 and the other girls chose cider. We stood outside to drink our pints, enjoying the warm weather and discussing movies (Amy is a film major). It was probably a good thing that we only had time for one drink before navigating to the stadium in the 85 degree heat. On the overground train from nearby London Bridge station, it was only a 5 minute ride, plus a 10 minute walk from station to stadium. 



"The Den"

The Millwall stadium looked run down, and the fans were rowdy but disappointingly unimaginative with their jeers and swearing. I had expected better from football fans nicknamed "hooligans" who are known for chanting "No one likes us, we don't care!" At least I can say I attended a football match in England! I wish I could go to a real game - like Manchester, Chelsea, Liverpool or Arsenal - but tickets to games at the Premier League level are over £100. Perhaps the next time I'm in England... when the pound isn't 1.5 times as strong as the US dollar... :)

LFW (and Carrot Cake)

girl waitin’ for the train
she’s got a shirt that says ‘addict’
wanna-be struggler
baby, I will show you a habit
["They Will Fall," Hype City Kings]

September is a fabulous month for fashion addicts. It is the month when the most creative and innovative designers from all over the world, having spent months trying to crystallize and actualize their ideas, finally share the product of their hard work.



September is like a season, and fashion week a migrating holiday generating excitement and inciting furious preparation as it approaches. It moves through New York and then London before decamping to head for Milan and finally ending in Paris. The shows during fashion week are exclusively for industry insiders and celebrities.

Which is why I was instantly curious when I came across an advertisement for London Fashion Weekend. I quickly discovered that after the final show, Somerset House converts the Fashion Week venue into a trade show for the public – and just anyone can snag an invitation to the catwalk! 

If you hadn’t already seen my Fashion Night Out post, or my post on contemporary British fashion icons, and therefore aren’t aware of my enthusiasm for fashion, let me tell you: I am a “nutter” (popular British term) about fashion. When I see a beautiful ensemble, I feel drum beats in my heart. It feels like believing in fairy tales - drum beats in my heart and magic in my eyes. I wish I could describe it better.


Jill, Anna, Amy, and I booked tickets for Sunday, September 25th - the final day. By Sunday morning I had developed a nasty head cold, but I was still determined to go. I threw together a decent outfit and marched across Waterloo Bridge (in heels) with my flatmates. It was worth it.
my gorgeous flatmates


There were five shows lined up that afternoon. Three were collections by individual designers and fashion houses: Jaeger London, Bryce Aime, and Osman. The other two were trend shows, compiled from pieces from several collections, and were titled the Great British Autumn and Rive Gauche. It gave us a little bit of everything, from established fashion house Jaeger London to the avant-garde Bryce Aime; from the impeccably chosen Great British Autumn to the in-demand Osman. The showspace was very hot due to all of the lights trained on the runway. It wasn’t long before I felt feverish, but the Jaeger London show gave me chills.

I am so happy that I went to the show. I didn’t buy anything from the boutique or vintage stands, but I didn't leave empty handed either! I had pre-ordered a show bag designed by David Koma, which contained baby oil, tissues, facial towelettes, an Elizabeth Arden face cream sample, flapjack sweets, Lavazza instant coffee, false eyelashes, a copy of Elle UK, and one diet coke in a limited edition bottle designed by Karl Lagerfeld.

The girls and I headed home that evening anxious to take off our heels and unload our show bags. After a bit of rest I went into the kitchen, where Charlotte was baking carrot cake. One by one the roommates filtered in. We spent the rest of the night dancing in the kitchen, taking turns trying on Charlotte’s new high heels, sharing stories and eating warm carrot cake. Laughter really is the best medicine. 



Here is the recipe for the cake, supplied by Charlotte. Obviously, we didn't make it as prescribed - we mixed everything by hand, forgot the cloves and nutmeg, used a 9x13 inch pan, didn't make frosting, and struggled with conversions and degrees celsius - but the cake was still delicious!!  I'm not sure whose recipe this was originally, but I'm a huge fan, and I'll be making it again soon.

For the Cake:
  2 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
  1 1/4 tsp baking powder
  1 tsp baking soda
  1 1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
  1/2 tsp freshly grated nutmeg
  1/8 tsp ground cloves
  1/2 tsp salt
  1 pound carrots (6 to 7 medium), peeled and grated
  1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
  1/2 cup packed light brown sugar
  4 large eggs
  1 1/2 cups safflower, canola, or vegetable oil

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F and adjust your oven rack to the middle position. Spray two 8″ round cake pans with cooking spray, line the bottoms with parchment paper and spray the parchment paper.

Whisk together the dry ingredients from the flour to the salt in a bowl and set aside. Using a food processor, process the sugars with the eggs until they’re well combined and frothy, about 20 seconds. Keep the machine running then drizzle the oil through the feed tube. Process the mixture until it’s well emulsified, about 20 seconds longer after all the oil has been added. Transfer the mixture into a large bowl and stir in the grated carrots and dry ingredients. Make sure the mixture is incorporated well and no streaks of flour remain.

Pour the mixture into the prepared pans and bake for about 35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the middle of the cake comes out clean. Rotate your pans halfway through the baking period. Cool the cakes on a wire rack (in the pan) to room temperature.

For the Frosting:
  8 ounces cold cream cheese
  5 tbsp softened butter
  2 tbsp vanilla extract
  (Scant) 2 cups powdered sugar

Using a hand mixer, beat the top three ingredients together until well combined. Gradually add the powdered sugar as you continue beating the mixture. This will be enough to frost a two-layer cake.

Much Ado About Nothing

Could any trip to England really be complete without a healthy dose of the Bard and his plays? If you just said, “Pshhh, no!” out loud, you’re right.

That is why, when the CAPA team advertised free tickets to Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe Theater, I jumped at the opportunity. The play would be considered a ‘My Education’ cultural event, and all we had to do to get tickets was attend a lecture on Shakespeare from a CAPA instructor the night before.

Professor Connelly is a literature fanatic (I mean that in the best possible way). He is an adorable English man; Cambridge educated with thick glasses and talks faster than an American teenage girl sharing gossip. His hurried speech is endearing, almost charming when you factor in the accent. He rubs his hands together excitedly when he speaks about fiction, folding them beneath his chin as his lecture reaches its conclusion. The psychologist in me wants to describe it as manic, pressured speech.

I’ll briefly summarize his lecture for those of you who, like me, could use a refresher course. Prof. Connelly began with a brief Shakespeare biography, discussing his wife Anne Hathaway, their three children, their home in Stratford-upon-Avon, and his career in London.

He then prompted us to imagine what English society in the Elizabethan era must have been like. Consider the lack of social mobility, or the short life expectancy (barely forty years). Consider the religious education, or the fact that the entire society might have been perpetually buzzed – after all, if you didn’t live near a well or own a cow, you would have drunk beer or wine at almost every meal, because it was likely that the water supply was contaminated. The rich picture you have now is of gullible, passionate, tipsy people who wanted to live their short lives like firecrackers with little freedom to do so.

This is the society that Shakespeare had to write for and about. The story lines existed already. And let’s not forget the greatest tool Shakespeare had at his disposal: the English language. At the time, there was no comprehensive dictionary. The language was extraordinarily flexible and dynamic. Shakespeare is said to have had a vocabulary of about 30,000 words! And he coined loads of phrases still in everyday use.


Prof. Connelly also reviewed the plot and screened part of the 1993 film version of the play, with Denzel Washington, Emma Thompson, Kate Beckinsale, Keanu Reaves, and Robert Sean Leonard. What a cast! By Thursday night, I was beyond excited to experience Much Ado from a groundling's point-of-view in Sean Wanamaker's Globe Theater replica


On Friday afternoon, Amy and I arrived just in time to grab some standing room at the back of the theater before the show began. Our position involved a lot of shifting and craning necks, but the acoustics were decent and the floor was slightly slanted, which helped. After intermission, we were able to creep further up, until we were only one person removed from the stage. 


I'm no theater critic, but overall, the play felt slightly like Shakespeare for Tourists. The actors were decent. The war of wit between Beatrice and Benedick was carried out very well. I enjoyed Claudio's performance more than Hero's. A highlight: The role of Leonato was played by Joseph Marcell, whom we instantly recognized as the man who played Will Smith's butler Geoffrey on the Fresh Prince! "In west Philadelphia, born and raised..."

Working Girl

Ok, so I know that my recent blog posts may have you believing that all I do is frolic in the park, shop, and travel. In reality, I am taking eighteen credits and working twenty hours a week as an intern at a non-profit. The UK Border Agency is very strict about class and work attendance, so you can be sure that I do not skip work or class… ever.

In this blog post, I’ll give you some insight into my schizophrenic existence here. You’ll see the other side of the carefree weekends: the working weeks.

My course schedule includes British 20th Century Fiction, European Government and Politics, International Economics, Child Development in a UK context, and Learning Through Internships. Obviously I have to be very conscientious about my scheduling and assignments. But I like it! [See my confession of nerdiness.] Sometimes I may report field trips – to the Imperial War Museum or the Museum of Childhood, for instance.

I also mentioned that I am working twenty hours per week as an intern at the European-Atlantic Group. The E-AG is a registered charity, founded in 1954, whose aim is to provide a forum for debate and analysis on topics in international relations, and to advocate solutions to global problems.

On Monday, it was my privilege to attend a dinner-debate hosted by the E-AG at the Caledonian Club in Belgravia. The speaker that evening was Omar Turbi, who has served as an advisor to the National Transitional Council in Libya in recent months.

Dylan and Amanda: E-AG interns

My fellow interns and I enjoyed a lovely meal: salmon with fingerling potatoes and French beans for the main course and raspberry frangipane tart with fresh cream for dessert (a welcome change from Sainsbury supermarket sandwiches and cheap pasties from vendors in Waterloo Station).
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I'm off to Buckingham Palace to tour the state rooms, but there's plenty on the agenda for this weekend:
Friday: Much Ado About Nothing at the Globe Theater
Saturday: Possible day trip to either Cambridge or Oxford
Sunday: London Fashion Weekend event
Just a few blog posts that I'm looking forward to writing. Work hard, play harder! ;)

Sunday Afternoon

Lazy Sundays are the best - sleeping in, cooking a big breakfast, catching up on the fun little things that don't take priority during the working week (laundry, blogging, September issue of Elle). It was two o'clock in the afternoon before the thought of wasting a day in London guilted me outside. A short walk brought Jill, Kristina, and I to the gardens beside Parliament, where we got down in the grass and played like the kids we are at heart. 
Playing at Victoria Tower Gardens

First days of autumn
Leaves in the face!! Tee hee.

"The creative adult is the child who survived."
- Ursula LeGuin

Vogue London Fashion's Night Out

What is Fashion’s Night Out? I think CNBC said it bestlate night shopping combined with champagne, give-aways and celebrity sightings.” FNO was an invention of Vogue magazine, intended to boost sales during a mega recession (in 2008). As far as I'm concerned, FNO is a night to waltz into high-end stores where I could have no intention of spending money and might, at any other time, have been despised by salespeople who work for commission - and be handed a free drink. 

In other words, it’s like Halloween for shopaholics: going door-to-door to various department stores, flagship stores, and other retailers expecting treats, i.e. cocktails.
  
Armed with three enthusiastic roommates, comfortable shoes, and indefatigable optimism, I boarded the Tube at Waterloo for Green Park.  We began our night at the bottom of frenzied Bond Street. Our first stop was Alexander McQueen.



We mingled among posh, fashionable Londoners and fellow dreamers (poor university students). We sipped purple cocktails in martini glasses. We admired the texture of the clothes, the smell of candles, and the visual displays. At one point, my sensory overload was so complete and overwhelming that I nearly cried. I had to grab onto a £1,150 Knuckle Box Clutch until I regained my composure. One of my roommates, Kristina, bought the signature FNO London t-shirt. 


Next stop: DKNY. More cocktails, more music, another give-away. We were quickly tempted back onto the street by rumors of champagne at Burberry. At an information booth, the volunteers directed us towards 21-23 New Bond St and offered us free Starbucks coffee. It was the ideal time for a coffee break, and we stayed outside for a while enjoying the weather that night, which was warm and mild. Ultimately, we re-entered the crowds of crazed fashionistas swarming in Burberry. My tall, blonde roommate Amy gravitated towards a luxurious lace trench coat, which she absolutely had to try on. She promptly lost her ability to speak simple English. Not surprising. 

In Longchamp, we sipped glasses of fizzy champagne before our first celebrity sighting in London - Gwenyth Paltrow leaving the opening of Coach's new store


At that point, it was getting late - stores were closing, and we needed to get home before the clock struck twelve (and the Tube shut down for the night). 

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