The Imagined Village, Literature and Links

The legendary ‘Freshers Week’ has come and is almost gone, even more rapidly than I had expected. As ever, it has been enjoyable, hectic and very enjoyable. I just thought I would give those in the UK a heads-up on an amazing concert soon in London, by a new group called The Imagined Village. Traditional English folk music performed in a wonderfully cosmipolitan, modern way.

http://imaginedvillage.com/audiovideo/236/

The recording above was performed at WOMAD along with live backing. Benjamin Zephaniah rocks!

I, along with many others out there, warmly welcome http://wraetlic.blogspot.com/ to the blogosphere! Hope to be reading more of your posts soon! *hint*

I am still a way behind on all the amazing posts around, including this one from Wormtalk and Slugspeak (see blogroll): http://wormtalk.blogspot.com/2007/09/teaching-old-english-vocab-and-vowel.html. Really interesting as an approach and I will almost certainly be using this as a learning tool myself.

If you find it difficult to work without some sort of sound around you, http://www.iserenity.com/environments.htm is a godsend. It generates several sound patterns, including the sound of a scribbling pencil, and allows you to work to some rather bemusing background ‘music’!

Library/Reading resources:

http://www.rarebookroom.org/
http://www.archive.org/index.php

Now, for the off-topics.

– http://www.worldprayers.org/index.html – Randomly chosen prayers from all around the world.
– http://www.accuradio.com/ – free online radio from around the world
– http://www.trymango.com/ – free online language courses

There is more, but you’ll just have to come back to find out that one!

International Students, Blogs, Shakespeare’s Globe and Medievalism

I am absolutely exhausted. Beyond exhausted perhaps: mainly the influence of 26 hours of working at Heathrow airport in under two days. Helping international students is certainly harder than I thought it would be!

Mainly due to this, I am ridiculously behind on all the fascinating blog postings that have been floating around the blogosphere. I have full intention of catching up with these and indeed finishing reading the majority of them in the next few days, when I have my brain back. This will not be until I have had rather a lot of sleep.

I’ve pretty much finished the stewarding season at Shakespeare’s Globe, which is a great shame. I am going to miss that place. Perhaps I will do a few more before the end of the season… I am definately coming along to the steward’s party, so that we can ‘boogie-on-down’ as one of the delightful permed grannies put it! I think it’s going to be an interesting night! Oh, and it’s fancy dress: ‘Heroes and Villains’. My costume is based on Terry Pratchett’s Susan (aka. Death’s Granddaughter), who is really a little bit of both.

Gradually, I am getting more and more nervous about the start of courses next year – not because I haven’t done the reading (I have). It’s particularly the medieval courses that i’ve chosen. I keep feeling that i’ve done something stupid in choosing them. I love medievalism, and I can imagine doing it for the rest of my life and still loving it in 60 years, but I am afraid i’m not good enough. Afraid that i’ll not understand, or that I won’t know what to say, or that my father becomes more ill and I won’t have the time to study. I’m afraid because it’s one of the only things that i’ve ever loved every minute of, and yet, i’ve got no idea how to study it further without the help of others, who i’m afraid of asking. When I ask, i’m seen as pushy and a waste of time, yet when I don’t ask, I don’t get anywhere. I don’t want to be perceived as pushy – it’s the last thing that I would wish for, and yet, that’s my fear. I just have to keep working, and keep trying, and I might get somewhere. I completely understand that i’m ‘just a first year’, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t do well.

What I would love is a focus – something to research/aim at, so that i’m not swimming in the dark any more. I think i’ll have to wait for another few years, but by then, will I be too scared to continue? I’m not sure any more.

Literary Links

I’m trying, without much luck, to prepare for my next year’s courses. There are a couple of useful links below i’ve discovered in my travels around the web:

http://sapphireblue.com/dissident_feminist/factions.shtml

http://www.as.ua.edu/ant/Faculty/murphy/436/pomo.htm

http://worldlibrary.net/

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/books/

http://manybooks.net/categories/

http://www.bookyards.com/

Anyway, it’s been a while since I posted anything, so do forgive me. I’ve been working at the Globe again and I will be going back there tomorrow, so i’m rather busy actually! Looking forward to the start of the new term when things will finally start rolling forward! My timetable for next year seems quite pleasant; thus far, I have a free Monday and a rather empty Friday afternoon. Plus a clear Wednesday, which of course, due to my job in London is far from free.

Career Suggestions…

So, with thanks to New Kid on the Hallway (see blogroll…):

Ok, so I can understand the top 3, 5 and 8. Apart from that, not quite sure if I wouldn’t start pulling my hair out. As for computer trainer, the disasters with Windows in the past speak volumes. It’s actually suprisingly accurate, but it is a list of categories, not the induvidual jobs that have been sorted.

1. Anthropologist – Yes
2. Professor – Yes
3. ESL Teacher – Yes
4. Foreign Language Instructor – Can’t speak one well enough
5. Historian – Yes
6. Archivist – Since i’m training as a medievalist…
7. Computer Trainer – No chance.
8. Foreign Service Officer – Yes
9. Corporate Trainer – No thanks
10.Activist – No, don’t like getting arrested
11.Print Journalist – Not a fan of slandering others
12.Political Aide – Politics… Says it all again…
13.Writer – Love to, but a tough one
14.Sport Psychology Consultant – Umm… *cough* *choke*
15.Communications Specialist – No thanks
16.Critic – Don’t like hurting people’s feelings
17.Market Research Analyst – Shopping drives me nuts
18.Music Teacher / Instructor – Can’t play well enough
19.Picture Framer – Woodwork (no.)
20.Furniture Finisher – (as above)
21.Translator – Not a linguist
22.Psychologist – Wouldn’t mind, but i’m dreadful at science
23.Public Policy Analyst – No
24.Sign Maker – Ummm… no.
25.Jeweler – No
26.Public Relations Specialist – No way.
27.Mediator – No. I’m a hopeless romantic…
28.Criminologist – Aaaahhh! *runs away screaming*
29.Upholsterer – Not as a job.
30.Curator – Yes
31.Magician – *cough* No
32.Set Designer – No
33.Special Effects Technician – No
34.Costume Designer – Could be fun, but not good enough
35.Actor – Can’t act.
36.Desktop Publisher – No
37.Editor – Mixed
38.Director of Photography – No
39.Fashion Designer – No
40.Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator – Not a chance.

(Wanna play? Go to Career Cruising (http://www.careercruising.com), username: nycareers and pw: landmark)

Reinstalling Windows…

From a dear friend of mine – original source unknown… Too good not to share!

I bought a new computer,
It cost a thousand pounds;
But every time I switch it on
It keeps on falling down.

I used to think it was my friend
Now it drives me round the bend;
You’d be surprised the time I spend
Reinstalling Windows.

I switch it on; what is this?
Something wrong with config.sys;
This isn’t my idea of bliss,
Reinstalling Windows.

Reboot again and what is that
I’ve gone and lost the system.dat?
Who would ever think of that,
Reinstalling Windows?

I want to share my printers
And I want to share my files,
I want to share my anger ‘cos
It drives me bloomin’ wild.

Load disk four, oh what fun!
It says it helps you get things done;
Every day now everyone’s
Reinstalling Windows.

Load disk ten; it will say
All you do is plug and play
Why do I spend every day
Reinstalling Windows?

It can’t find my printer
It can’t locate my mouse;
The other day it told me that
They were in some other house.

Still unplugged, still unplayed,
E-mailed God in search of aid
He’s far too busy I’m afraid
Reinstalling Windows.

Up at dawn for one more try;
Does it work? Can pigs fly?
How do I expect to die?
Reinstalling Windows.

It doesn’t like my modem and
Detests all CD-ROMs;
Let’s see if the setup wizard
Recognises bombs.

I used to like a drink or three;
No time now, don’t call for me;
I’m going to spend eternity
Reinstalling Windows.

This is why I use a mac. And no, it is not just a fashion fad, since they actually WORK. My dear little laptop, which I am typing this on, is still going after just over 5 years of being dragged every day to college, university, going on planes, dunked in water, dropped… I have had to replace my hard drive and the space bar. And that’s it. Wonderful things…

Spanish bullfighting, Medieval Ignorance and Relaxation

Firstly, I will at some point soon update my blogroll with another series of wonderful sites and blogs to procrastinate away another couple of hours a day. Sorry about that, but it needed doing… Also, here’s heads-up on a great post over at Early Modern Whale, primarily about Spanish bullfighting.

Another heads-up on another wonderful posting at New Kid on the Hallway about the preconceptions many people have about the medieval populace. Simply put, many believe that medieval people were stupid. I used to be one of them. I always loved the fairytale concept that a child has of the medieval world, where everything is about the castles and opulent glory of adventure! Yes, that is present in medieval texts, but there is so much more than that! I don’t think I ever had the full misconception of assuming generalised stupidity, but having never read a medieval text, I had no concept of the fascinating depths of their world. Then, I found the Dream of the Rood (or rather, Vision of the Cross), loved it, and suddenly saw an entire world of stunning texts open out before my eyes. There’s nothing quite like medievalism…

I’d say that today’s world is perhaps more ’stupid’. We certainly have lost something along the way; traditional crafts and ways of life, community spirit, faith, a sense of honour, respect for our elders and teachers… These days, we are in such a rush to gain material wealth, or cram each minute with ’stuff’, that we have no time left for ourselves and our families. We can’t seem to RELAX. Despite the hardship and struggle, in some respects I would love to lose my mobile phone, my debts, my tough London job, the TV, the printer that doesn’t work etc. and swap it for a weaving rack or a hearth stove. There is something so much more beautiful in a weaving rack than in a Chinese production line.

There are more squishy posts to comment on, including a rather impressive backlog of posts to read on In the Middle (which I have been putting off until I feel sufficiently intellectual again), which I may well go through tomorrow. Until then. x

Thoughts on death…

Ok, sorry for the morbid title, but I need to get something off my mind. Death. Put simply, in the last 3 days, I seem to have seen quite a lot of this – well, not actually, but suggestions of it.

Firstly, a previous lecturer at my university died about three days ago. My first thought was sadness, then respect, then rather swiftly moving on from it, since I didn’t know him. I then go into work the next day (Fulbright Commission) and find out that he was a Fulbrighter, and an active member of my association, who i’ve probably sent about 30 letters, newsletters and invites to over the last couple of months. Then, I see his coffin pass in a car on the way to the funeral by complete chance as I was walking to the supermarket.

Today has set me strongly into this strange contemplation. I decided to go to the Embankment after work today, just to sit down with my lit theory textbook and read for a while. Why, i’m not quite sure. Then, after about two pages, again for no apparent reason, I looked up. Hanging over Waterloo Bridge was a fairly young woman, about to jump from the bridge. I yelled up to the bridge and caught the attention of a passing commuter, who managed to drag her over the railing and to safety. For some reason, her life was terrible enough to contemplate death.

This set me into a rather odd mood – not depressed, far from it – reflective. Walking back from the station and just thinking, I became gradually aware of a strange burning smell on the air, almost like burning meat on a BBQ. I suddenly remember the news headline from earlier at work – foot and mouth disease comes back to Surrey. I hurry back, and find out that a farm in my town is currently culling its entire herd of cows to try to stop the disease.

Today, death has been everywhere. I remember a time in my life when I really felt like that young woman on the bridge, when nothing was positive or happy. It didn’t seem to matter if it was sunny; it still seemed grey. Now, looking back on it, I can’t imagine wanting to give up like that. I suppose there was still a little bit of stubborn me in my 14-year-old self, not wanting to let the world beat me. I just remember the first time I sailed on the open sea without being scared, the first time I danced to my mother’s violin music CD without caring, the first time I tasted a plum, the first time I saw the sea, the first time I saw a mountain, and now my experiences in China – they are all so special to me, even if I am only imagining how I felt. I couldn’t give that up any more. It’s simply too beautiful.

Yet I can still smell the smoke in the air and almost feel ashes on my skin. I need some life for a change.

Globe Theatre, International Students, Torture and Chinese Medicine

Well, despite my best intentions, I did little yesterday. A friend has returned to university, so there was much catching up…

So, I’ve registered for some more stewarding at the Globe Theatre, which is always great fun, and it gives me something to do and an excuse to get out of the house. Much as I love my house, it gets claustrophobic after a while.

The international student meetups are progressing well – should be quite a laugh actually. I’m taking them on an ‘orientation’ of the local town (i.e. shopping trip). I’m not a big shopping person, but I feel with 30 foreigners in tow, it could be hilarious!

Also, i’ve discovered a good sounding podcast: http://www.philclassics.libsyn.com/. Not sure what it’s actually like, but from the little i’ve heard, sounds very interesting!

Yesterday, for the first time in quite some time, I bought myself the newspaper. Being quite so delightfully skint, newspapers are not the first priority. Excuse: there was a picture of the Terracotta Warriors on the front, and seeing as i’ve just come back from China… Anyway, there were several fascinating articles i’d like to comment on.

Firstly, there looks to be a painfully spectacular Amnesty International film coming out, all about “enhanced interrogation techniques”, in other words, torture. Essentially, ‘Waiting for the Guards’ focusses on one human figure (in fact a Sri Lankan performance artist, Jiva Parthipan) in several torture positions apparently used on terrorism suspects by US troops. Even the image in the paper is chilling. I can’t imagine the film.

In Jerusalem, the ’subterranean drainage channel used by Jews to escape from the city’s conquerors’ has been discovered, both showing how the care of the city was important to its rulers, and how the Jews escaped from the burning city. I think it is so wonderful that we can still glimpse the lives and fears of those who lived so long ago in the soil under our feet.

Following my interest in anything herbal and medicinal, an article on TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) caught my eye. Understandably, many people in modern China are turning away from TCM and towards GP’s and western medicine, mainly due to the strange ingredients and even stranger smells when brewing up concoctions of herbs. In modern China, even though TCM is still used, most are veering towards “Wellness Clinics”, where more holistic therapies are practiced. Personally, i’m not quite following this article, as from my experience of China, TCM is most certainly not dead. In fact, I went to a clinic to have a check up (partly for my interest, partly for fun), and ended up with an electrocuted hand and a diagnosis. Apparently I have weak lungs and heart, feel tired a lot, and need a certain concoction including dried human placenta. Suprisingly, I said no.

I can understand that the wealthy of China are turning away from traditional therapies, but I certainly do not believe that that is the case with the majority of people. Many couldn’t afford western medicine, and many are more afraid of western medicine, where you can’t see exactly what’s in it, than they are of a strange and foul smelling herb brew. The idea of a group of Hong Kong doctors is to put Chinese medicine in a small tablet form, that would dissolve in a drink and mean that patients would not have to suffer the herbs themselves. As a herbalist, this infuriates me somewhat. I personally am of the opinion that the more basic a medicine can be, it will generally be safer, and often will work better. Although there is the stigma of endangered animals being used for such medicines (such as tiger paw), and the pain some animals suffer for some ingredients (such as bear bile), there are now many calls for sustainable, chemically produced options, in order to protect endangered species and cut cruelty to animals, which I do agree with. Cruelty I cannot tolerate. But when it comes to herbs, we should keep them as pure as we can. Medicine isn’t meant to taste nice; it’s meant to cure. Oh, and if anyone were to overdose on Chinese medicine get them to swallow egg yolks whole. Not that anyone would want to overdose on that stuff… Earthworm and dried human placenta. Yummy…

Finally, a quick comment on the Terracotta Warriors, coming to the British Museum until sometime in April. There won’t be many of them and age has taken it’s toll, but it should still be spectacular. I will be interested to see how the museum chooses to display them. I know that they will be in the Reading Room, which is a clever move in my opinion, but how can you recreate the impression of thousands of gaudy painted figures, underground, in China. There is no way of doing that in London. China is too… Chinese. I am hoping to go after work at some point, or perhaps before/after a stewarding run. I cannot judge before I have experienced!

Found this little gem via Per Omnia Saecula:

The language seems strikingly similar to Dutch – perhaps Danish/Swedish/dialect? Quite interesting actually, seeing how much I could understand on my own steam.

Just sent off my application for some more stewarding at the Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre, in London… I did a little at the start of the summer, but was forced to stop because of various, mainly my father’s condition, but i’m back in commuting distance, so off I go! Probably stewarding Love’s Labours, Merchant and Holding Fire, all of which should be great fun! I already stewarded for Abelard and Heloise and We, The People, although I didn’t see much of the latter, more the shame.

Was also rather naughty today. Spent £16 on a set of 9CD’s – Bedouin, Arabic and African music though, so I do feel rather justified. Oh, and the rather scrummy shoes. I am not generally a shoe person, but reasonably cheap, leather knee-highs do not get ignored. They will have pride of place amongst my shoes, and get dusty, as I am too timid to actually walk around looking mildly burlesque. Yet I shall love these shoes. It is my destiny. *satisfied sigh*

After that moment of madness, I descend even further into the realm of the insane. I have my NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month to the *uneducated) idea almost all sorted out, despite a few niggly problems, which I will have to fix. And for the first time in an age, I feel inspired to write. I am so happy about this, it is almost staggering. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and begin to write.

* Or rather, those who haven’t heard of the great madness it brings to the world.

A Planning Pedant…

I have made a plan. Despite not generally being of the planning disposition, I have forced myself to sit down and make a list of every text I need to read before the start of classes, and assign each text a date. Each day, I will follow my plan. This will not work, but at least I have procrastinated away one hour in making the daft schedule.

I realise this is painfully unproductive, but I am feeling so drained that I need to do something. Not really a clue why, but i’ve lost all energy. I think tonight i’m going to completely tidy my house, change bedsheets, pick some flowers for a vase and just clear up. Hopefully, when I wake up tomorrow morning I will be feeling somewhat better. I’m at the point of trying anything… It’s a “meh” day.

Rather embarassingly, I have recently become hooked on Ouran High School Host Club. Rather beautifully made, it is true, but I’m not really watching it because of that. It’s more the pure cheese factor – the amazinly, painfully cutsie storylines. Perhaps it’s a reaction to being back in the “real world” from Beijing, where people don’t wear cutsie clothing all the time. Even though Beijing is probably as “real” as it is possible to get. I miss China. Badly. I think that’s why i’m struggling working for next year. It’s nothing to do with my subject or the books – in fact, they’re fascinating – there’s just a vast black hole where the poverty and strong human beauty of Beijing once was. I’ve changed so suddenly. Perhaps not from the outside, or to my friends; I’m still the same person. But I see everything slightly differently, as though i’m viewing the world with my head tilted slightly, seeing another dimension hidden under the one I used to be absorbed into. Sounds very sci-fi, yet that’s how it feels.

Quite pleased with today though. I’ve volunteered for the international student “airport meet-and-greet” scheme, so that I can practise a bit of Chinese and hopefully make some friends from different places. i’ve found out that I still have a possibility of working on Wednesdays (my timetable might still allow it) and i’ve written the above plan. Not too bad…

On to more intellectual matters. I am noting the high levels of posting on the new Beowulf movie, including my own… I am appreciating the reference by LLCoolCarlIII to “Breastowulf”. Very good… I am mixed on this one. Personally, anything that brings people closer to a rather obscure part of our history is worthwhile, however inaccurate it may be. However, do we really need to put quite such a large amount of sex into this? Can it not be a perfectly good film without it? Apparently not. At least the massive inaccuracies in the Lord of the Rings movies were due to production problems more than anything else – not just a desire to get more bums on seats!

I am, as ever, a pedant, as all my friends will testify to.

Yours,

Pedant.

I was delighted to have a response to a previous post of mine regarding an essay by Michelle M. Sauer (see down, plus that post’s comments) – it is wonderful that others are willing to enter into a dialogue with one who knows so much less than they do (more like a monologue actually…).

I already realised completely about the lack of sources to back up almost any argument in medieval scholarship. It was more a generic lament, rather than an article specific one. My apologies if that was incorrectly worded! I am again completely aware that many women were forced into a religious life by their families, or indeed, by a lack of any other option. I know little of medieval monastic life, but surely there were easier options than anchorages! Perhaps my modern, social self is speaking here, but it seems that an anchorage was a far more difficult option than entering into a convent. I can see the temptation to ‘avoid the world’, but I still find it difficult to believe that women would choose claustrophobic cells rather than the relatively high level of freedom gained from other forms of religious life. Was there no option to choose an easier route?

As Michelle wrote; “Finally, as I strove to clarify, lesbian relationships were not considered “sinful” on the same level as male-male relationships; indeed, it might be that these women did not recognize their activities as a serious sin.” Perhaps so, but this certainly would have been seen as a sin, particularly in a religious community. I may well be mistaken here, but I was under the impression that any act of lust was seen as a serious sin – it is one of the main ones…

[Michelle] “Thank you for the chance to respond!” My absolute pleasure! Thank you for your response! It was lovely to have some critique on my rather confused points!

Miscellaneous

Found this via a new blog – http://peromniasaecula.blogspot.com/, which is where the above link comes from…

And another rather interesting article… from http://medievalnews.blogspot.com/.

And some news on Beowulf the Movie. Oh, seriously. Grendel’s Mother attempting to flirt with Beowulf, who is semi-naked and covered in water. Presumably from the semi-swamp he’s just crawled through. And this is meant to be appealing. Perhaps I’m a strange female.

I giggled through the entire trailer. If you would all like a laugh, try this; http://www.beowulfmovie.com.

Another giggle alert: http://prometheuscomic.wordpress.com/

Now for the grumble. One little story, badly covered in the general UK press and not yet discovered by most students is the recent hike in interest rates for student loans. In fact, it has very suddenly, and rather covertly DOUBLED. Seriously, I couldn’t afford to study before. Now, i’m probably going to be forced to leave my badly-paid-but-great-experience London job to work in Tesco (local supermarket). I am angry. Beyond angry in fact. Of course, they know that there is nothing us students can do, even if we did find out, and being a year into our degrees, we’re not going to just drop-out. I am certainly not going to stop studying, since it has been my dream for years to be at university, and i’m loving it. I’m thinking a nice letter to every major newspaper in the country is in order.

See the only major newspaper i’ve found that covered this story: http://education.guardian.co.uk/students/finance/story/0,,2160133,00.html.

Travelling, Medieval comedy and Academia

I promise a post when jetlag has gone, and I completely forget my delightful blog-friends! So sorry. In my defense, I did wake up at 5am this morning, suggesting that the jetlag has not quite gone. I know, crap defense.

So, on my return, I am gradually hacking through the month of blog posts that I have been depressingly unable to read. The happiness factor is amazing. However, there are too many great things to comment upon. Sorry, again, in advance.

A little gem from Got Medieval: Blogging, in its medieval form. http://fukung.net/v/1311/blogmonks.gif. Perhaps not liking some of those stereotypes, but my haircut certainly leaves much to be desired. In fact, i’m going into London sometime this week to get it done! Hoping that it’ll look nice… Eek!

I certainly am wishing that I had a few spare hours in order to read the amazing set of posts from the ‘In the Middle Book Club for Discerning Scholars of Medieval Arcana (ITMBC4DSoMA)’. I don’t. Mabye tomorrow you’ll get an idiots guide (or rather, the blabbered understanding of an idiot) to what’s been going on over in the high towers of academia. I think I need a Rapunzel…!

China 4

I’m back. I’m jetlagged. Speak later. Love.