Monday, November 21, 2011

Road Trip

Mimicking my most recent tweet, Scotland is absolutely beautiful. I don't think there is a superlative fantastic enough to describe how beautiful this country can be, and this is November -- a month on the cusp of winter where parts of the US normally would look desolate, dead or dying. I went with four friends into the southern Highlands this weekend and to two Eastern Scottish cities -- St. Andrews and Dundee. The country that I've seen here, even now, is green, vibrant, and alive. I have a strong urge to see as much as possible of this small nation while I'm here.

Eirik from Norway; Seva from Ukraine; and Nikolai and Paulina -- a married couple from Moscow, Russia were my company on this day trip. We rented a car -- a Vauxhall Insignia -- and drove north, first to Campbell Castle in a small town called Dollar, then to the seaside and home to St Andrews University, the English speaking world's third oldest university (after Cambridge and Oxford), then north to a typical Scottish city of Dundee which is about the population of Boise.

Although I took many photos of this trip, they're all film and they have not yet been developed. I did lend Eirik my camera and he took some photos, so I'll post some of them now, and mine later.

Castle Campbell
This castle was owned by the stinking rich Campbell family from 1500 until it was torched by Scots in mid 1600's for the Campbell clan's support of Oliver Cromwell in the War of the Three Kingdoms. This is set at the base of the Highlands (the "butt of the highlands" as someone so eloquently named it on the trip) and the hillsides are draped with heather and moss. We had a bit of a hike getting up to the castle's elevation but were rewarded with an amazing view of subsiding fog over the small town of Dollar. The castle itself was very impressive, especially with its spiral stone stairway and rooftop access.


St Andrews
A small town on the sea (reminding me a great deal of Whitby in East Yorkshire), St Andrews has charm, beauty, history, and community. We apparently rolled in during some sort of a traditional student weekend, where at 2pm the streets were crawling with Scottish undergrads, completely drunk and covered in face paint. They had to take pictures of themselves doing certain tasks around the town, such as laying on a stack of 5 people, retrieving love letters from baristas, stealing public signs, and finding treasure hunt items hidden in a graveyard. It was confusing for us at first, but became extremely amusing. Being near the sea, it sufficiently satiated my unrelenting desire to stand at a beach and smell fresh ocean air. The town also boasts the impressive St Andrews Cathedral, Scotland's largest church ruins. I really loved this city and may just investigate their available PhD programs.



Dundee
As many consider Edinburgh to be the "least Scottish city in Scotland" (probably due to the global multicultural essence of the city), we decided we wanted to see what a "real" Scottish city looked like, and I think we were all surprised. Dundee is not a large city, its population is only 150,000, but has a structure and architecture comparable to any historic European city. The city is centered around an enormous pedestrian district with pubs, cafes, and shops (Bon Marche still exists??) lined with public art, enormous churches, and beautifully preserved Victorian buildings. If the stones and spires typical of Scottish architecture were to be replaced with the Bavarian gingerbread styled paneling, it would not be difficult to convince someone they'd been transported to Old Town Frankfurt or Budapest. Dundee surprised me in the best of ways.



Home
After a long day (7am to 10pm), we returned home and ate a pizza. We also discovered that snooty pub owners get extremely angry if you try to eat take away at the bar. Jerks. So, we retreated to Eirik's flat, ate our food, and ended our evening.

 On a separate note, I had a funny feeling returning to Edinburgh yesterday after the trip. When I arrived in September, it seemed like it was under such stressful and chaotic conditions, traveling as cheap as humanly possible -- a trillion delayed layovers, an overnight nightmare bus, avoiding taxi fare by hauling 100 pounds of luggage on my back across the city, skipping meals and eating peanuts... I was incapable of enjoying my arrival. This time, I feel like I got to do it over. I entered Edinburgh with my sanity and composure, fully able to appreciate where I had left and what Edinburgh meant. That first day, Edinburgh meant the end to a torturous blur and a space to pass out, but this time it meant something much more. Edinburgh this time meant a sense of security, a comfortable routine, a familiarity of environment, and a group of close friends. It's strange to see a city be transformed right in front of your eyes, but I'm glad it did. Returning to Edinburgh yesterday remade this city into a home.


Friday, November 18, 2011

Film

I recently bought a used Pentax MV 35mm camera and have been capturing my days with color film. Here are some results from the first roll. Click any image to enlarge.



Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Remembering

"You know, they straightened out the Mississippi in places, to make room for houses and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. 'Floods' is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, what valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory -- where the nerves and the skin remember how it appeared. And a rush of imagination is our 'flooding'."
- Toni Morrison's Beloved

Monday, November 7, 2011

Just Warming Up

Greetings, hello, glad to see you're still with us. Let me catch you up on my studies:

My journey into the world of Anthropology is becoming increasingly intense and is mirrored by my own growing fascination with the subject. So far my favorite topics have mostly been revolving around embedded fieldwork focused on various cultural phenomena (rather than anthropological theory). One fascinating study charted the process by which Traveling Gypsies in Great Britain maintained their cultural identity while facing extreme pressure to assimilate into "Gorgio" (non-Gypsy) society; a large contribution to their solidarity is made by their beliefs and rituals regarding death. When a Gypsy dies, they are buried in a Gorgio grave as to prevent grave-robbing while their house and possessions are all burned. The dead's name is no longer spoken and they fear the spirit (called "Mulo," always malevolent and cantankerous) is going to haunt their former friends and relatives. When a Gypsy dies, they lose their ability to travel and become sedentary, similar to a living Gorgio. So, in a way, dying is similar to losing one's Gypsy-ness. What the Gypsies fear is not death or the dead, but losing their identity and being forced to integrate with mainstream society. These cultural practices help reinforce these fears to maintain group distinctions.

Another fascinating subject is the idea of 'everyday resistance' against political systems. This micro-paradigm proposes that we are constantly engaged in political action; every action has political ramifications that relate to the current structure of the state. For example, one researcher explains that women in Egypt actively gossip and complain about arranged marriages. They share old stories about women who were able to fight off dissatisfactory arrangements by sheer stubbornness to the point of cancelation by their father. These old wives tales give young women confidence and resilience when faced with an arranged marriage they dislike. The act of gossiping becomes a form of political resistance that chips away at the institution of gender relations by strengthening the power of women in the traditional arena of arranged marriages.

An article I just read last week caught my attention and reminded me of my undergraduate thesis about Tito and Yugoslavia. The subject was about secularism in Turkey and how Ataturk, the founder of the modern state who died in 1938, was being symbolized and utilized by secularists and religious groups alike in the modern day. Ataturk was able to bring together Muslim and non-Mulsim populations under one nation, much like Tito in the ethnicity-rich Western Balkans, and established a neutral state. Fascinatingly, secularists evoke Ataturk's image in a ritualized, almost religious manner. They ask "what would Ataturk say," they channel his spirit to request his guidance though his typical response according to Ataturkists is "let me rest!" Statues of Ataturk are constructed all over the city to pay tribute to him, and according to the article are particularly protected by law.
"In 1951, the Turkish National Parliament passed a law on 'Crimes Against Ataturk.' Law number 7872, still on the books in the 1990s, punishes all those who 'insult the memory of Ataturk' through words or actions to three years in prison. Those who damage busts or statues of Ataturk are similarly punished with confinement."
Which reminds me of this from Istanbul, March 2009:

Whoops!

I've been having fun with Anthropology so far. Final essays for my two courses are due in less than a month so the busiest part of the semester is just ahead of me. I will be completely sick of Foucault and resistance studies in exactly one month's time.

Until next time!

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Apologies for missing a few of you (well okay, everyone) on Skype this weekend. I've been really hitting the books lately, trying to keep up with class readings, so I've been spending most of my down time in the library. These classes are kicking my butt, but I feel like I'm adjusting well; each week I'm able to read more and more. My work ethic is definitely being challenged, but I'm making my best effort to wrestle it into compliance with the demands of graduate school.

I was listening to a local radio station while reading today, and I came across a beautiful piece of music and I thought I'd share it with all of you. Enjoy.



Friday, October 14, 2011

Visuals

Sorry I haven't posted in a while; I have a lengthy one brewing, but for now I'll throw down some pictures to familiarize you all with my daily visuals. These are from the last few weeks, walking around town, doing my thing. Click on any of these images to view them in greater detail.

Some very old buildings populate Edinburgh,
especially on High Street

I can't remember who this dude is, but he has
a seagull on his head.

View of The Royal Mile from a
side street one early Saturday

This is typical Old Town: cramped streets,
tall buildings, and mossy brick

Sir Walter Scott Memorial

The University's School of Divinity on the left,
Myle's Court student accommodation on the right

View of New Town from the top of Old Town



Teviot Student Union building on central campus at night 

The controversial contemporary architectural style of
the Scottish Parliament building

I do alright for myself. 

Friday, September 23, 2011

Sunset at Arthur's Seat

After a long day of lectures and studying, I hiked up to Arthur's Seat to watch the setting sun.