10/24/2010

Catching Up


First things first:  I would like to apologize for the amount of time that it has taken me to update this.  I have never been very good at blogging, I always seem to fall behind.  Then I get overwhelmed, and it becomes harder and harder to try to blog again. I’m sure that there is more to tell than I could ever remember.  However, I will try.

We are almost halfway through with our first semester, as far as classes go.  I’m taking two classes.  The first of which is my Core Class.  My syllabus describes it like this: “The Core Course is divided into two parts: Part 1examines some of the foundational modernist movements and manifestos of the period 1900-1945, and explores some of the ways they have been and are theorised; Part 2 examines the fallout of these movements, in practices and theories, emerging over the last half century or so” (Vassiliki Kolocotroni, University of Glasgow, 2010.  I refuse to get into trouble for Academic Misconduct). In this core class, we have talked about Time in literature, the everyday, poetics, war literature, etc.  We have been reading authors like Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein, James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, Auden, Percy Wyndham Lewis, Marinetti, H.D., William Carlos Williams, etc.  It has been pretty interesting, although a lot of reading.

My second class is called “Ireland’s Modernities” which is described like this “Throughout the twentieth-century Ireland sustained a stellar and startling literary prominence disproportionate to its small land-mass and population. Arguably first among English speaking cultures to assimilate the new concepts shaping European modernism, its ongoing struggles for independence continued to give edge to drama and story-telling; Ireland remains persistently rich and distinctive for fiction and for theatre. The springboard from which this module will begin is Martin McDonagh’s recent playThe Pillowman (2003), which plays off spectacle against story-telling to interrogate both. Among the playwrights we will later explore are Brian Friel, Marina Carr and Samuel Beckett; short-story writers can include James Joyce, Frank O’Connor, and Keith Ridgway. Hopefully these Irish adventures will enable us to engage relaxedly with a wide range of current literary issues -  such as “what is stage space?” and “how to describe narrative time?” – alongside contemporary social questions – such as “what is community?” and “is the Family anti-modernist?” (Paddy Lyons, University of Glasgow, 2010).  I really like this class.  The authors that we are studying are very good.  In addition, there are only three people in this course, which I really like. 

In addition to the actual literature that we are reading for the courses, there is a lot of theory, specifically that of Alain Badiou, one of his books is called The Century, and he is some kind of genius.

So, as you may have guessed, the majority of my time here is spent reading.  Generally I read a chapter or an article for class, then I read a chapter of something that I just want to read.  When I feel like my eyeballs are going to fall out, I stop and take a break.  When I can see again, I go back and read some more.  At least that is what I try to do every day.   

I have two 4,000 word essays due in December, two more due in March.  Then I will start working on my dissertation, which is 15,000 words long, and I have not picked a topic yet.  However, I should probably choose one very soon.

So, I have been doing a lot of work.  When I’m not working on school, I go on a lot of walks and such.  The leaves have just started to fall, and everything is beautiful.

A couple of weeks ago, Ryan and I took a day trip to Edinburgh.  This is the first time I had been out of the city, and the landscape was amazing.  I have no pictures of it, because I was looking through a train window.  Here is something I wrote about it shortly after we went:

It’s impossible to imagine the rolling hills of Scotland unless you have seen them.  The hills are nothing like the flat plains of Oklahoma.  The fields of Oklahoma would be burned golden by this time of year, the trees quickly turning red and yellow, about to lose their leaves.  The hills here are still bright green, even if it is October already. 

The countryside here seems to go on forever in carefully plotted farmland.  It is dotted with herds of sheep and houses that hold more history than I can hope to understand.  The bridges and walls are made with stones that have lain there for hundreds of years, and will probably still be there long after we are gone.  There is a history to this place, a history that you can feel deep within your soul.   It is beautiful; it is enchanting; it is indescribable.

There is no wonder that this is the place where the fairy tale was created, that this is the place where stories of ghosts and presences of the past abound.  It is full of mystery, and I can easily see how it could bring out the creativity in all of us.

Edinburgh was delightful. We were able to see the castle of Edinburgh.



As you can tell, it is lovely.  We were also able to take a tour of the underground tunnels in Edinburgh.  Edinburgh used to have a wall around it, so the city could no longer build itself out.  They tried to build the city up, creating the first skyscrapers.  However, they built it with wood, which was a huge fire hazard.  So they started using stone, but they could not build stone as high, so they had to start building down below the city.  They created an underground labyrinth.  The wall is no longer around the city, but the tunnels are still there.  Some people still live down there.  It is pretty awesome.  Here are some more pictures:






In addition to my schoolwork, I have started volunteering to work on an online journal called E-sharp.  The website says: “eSharp is an international online journal for postgraduate research in the arts, humanities, social sciences and education. Based at the University of Glasgow and run entirely by graduate students, it aims to provide a critical but supportive entry into the realm of academic publishing for emerging academics, including postgraduates and recent postdoctoral students.” (http://www.gla.ac.uk/departments/esharp/, October 2010). I will be one of the lead editors of the issue that will be released in May.  It will be a lot of work, but will also be a great experience.  In addition, it will look really good if I decide to go to school for a PHD.

Ryan is working on a postgraduate research festival emphasizing sound and thought.  It is called:Sound Thought.  The website says this: “Sound Thought is the annual music composition, performance and research conference run by Glasgow University music department post-graduates. Each year, Sound Thought programmes a wide range of new composition work alongside paper presentations and workshops in an event which exists to explore contemporary music via practical and theoretical research, within and beyond the discipline of Music.” (http://soundthought2011.blogspot.com/, October 2010).  Ryan is the stage manager for the festival. 

Nanowrimo starts November 1.  That means it is National Novel Writing Month.  I participated in it last year.  You are supposed to try to write 50,000 words of creative writing during the month of November.  I’m not sure I will be able to finish it this year, considering the incredible amount of work I am already doing, but I intend to try.  In other words, November will be a pretty busy month.

So, we have been/are really busy.  I miss everyone, and am excited to come home for Christmas.  I will not be home for Thanksgiving, but I already told Ryan that he was going to have to try to make Dressing like my mom does, which is going to be excessively difficult considering there is no recipe. 

There is no Mexican food here in Glasgow…okay, there is a little, but if you cook your fajita meat in barbecue sauce, I will not call it Mexican food.

I miss you all.

P.S.  I accidentally ate Haggis.

9/28/2010

Happy Birthday to my dad!


Today is my dad's birthday.  It is only one of the three birthdays that I have missed so far, and this has been the part that has made me the most homesick.  So, although I should be reading and not blogging, here are some memories from home.


First and foremost, some of my father, who I miss:


The second birthday I missed belonged to my dear Kristi:
And last but most certainly not least, that of my papa:
I hope that everyone had awesome birthdays, and I hope that they know that I miss them and love them.
Now, I must read some.


Cheerio!




9/26/2010

A new blog for my new adventures...

In an attempt to keep everybody up to date on my life here in the fabulous land of Scotland, I will be trying to keep this blog up.  I'm sorry it has taken so long, but I just got the internet in my apartment a few days ago.  I'm sure my dad will print this off and take it to people who don't have access to the internet.  (It's almost his birthday, you know.)

And I had to obsess over the name of the blog for a while, which added a few days to it's creation time. ("Under the Willow Tree" comes from a short story I once wrote.)

Anyways, I have been here for a little over three weeks now.  This move has brought a lot of big changes for me.  I have never been so far from home, nor have I ever lived in a big city.  It has been a terrifying and thoroughly enjoyable experience thus far.

I live in a little apartment that is about 3 blocks from campus, and it only takes me 6 minutes to walk to my classes.  I suppose I will be very thankful for this when it starts to snow.  The apartment is nice, and I had to learn to use a radiator.  The people in charge of the apartment complex were surprised that we don't have them in the states.  It's hard to explain to them that in Oklahoma you need to have an air conditioner.  It never gets that warm here.

The weather has basically been perfect since I got here.  It has been in the lower to mid-sixties every day.  There has been some rain, but generally there is a little sunshine to go with it.  It has been lovely, even if I know the cold is on its way.

There are also plenty of grocery stores and such very close by.  Ryan and I can go to the fishmonger and get fresh fish (although it grosses me out because some of them still have the heads on them).  Then we can walk down the street and go to the bakery/cheese store, where they already recognize us.  There are hundreds of coffee shops where people go to have their afternoon tea and a nibble.  (Which they call a biscuit, but is generally some variation of a cookie.)

I am finally able to understand the Scottish brogue, and everyone is very nice.  This city has a ton of international students come through, so they know that sometimes they have to repeat themselves.

The school is gorgeous, and my classes are going well.  I will post again very soon to go into a more lengthy description of them.  Here are some pictures of my school:





It is the 4th oldest English speaking school, founded in 1451.  It is very awesome, and I am very lucky to be here.

I miss everyone, but I am very excited about this experience.  I will tell you more about my classes and such very soon.  I hope that the States are treating you well.

Cheerio!