Thursday, January 29, 2009

In which I attempt to catch up (Part II).

1) Saturday (1/22): Bus Tour of Cliffs of Moher and the Burren.
Wellsley (W) and I decided to go adventuring to the Cliffs of Moher. (Holyoke's friend was visiting from Dublin so she didn't join us; my roomies/everyone else from the apartment decided to go to the Aran Islands, which was fine by me; I'm reluctant enough to travel with loads of people, even more so when they are lots of people that I know). Verdict: Ireland is gorgeous and I'm not big on group traveling! Both of which we already knew, but.... Actually, the tour wasn't that bad. Full bus, mostly American students, but they weren't all that obnoxious (read: only a handful were legitimately noisy) and the places we stopped were fairly empty except for us, so I didn't have the underlying embarrassment of being part of a huge group of invaders. The guide was an older man who'd been giving the tour for years and years, so he knew his stuff pretty well. Some good stories, good background on the places we stopped. To spare you the dismal fate of reading a step-by-step guide of where we stopped, I will tell you that we saw a few castley things (smaller than I'd imagined), a few martellos (which W and I had just learned about in our Ulysses class!), lots and lots and lots of stone walls, a "mountain" that was not at all mountainy, more walls, some stone structures that looked epic on the brochure but turned out to be photographed from below to make them LOOK epic, and a bazillion stone walls built during the Famine --not because they keep anything in or out or cleared any land for farming, but because they were something that people could be paid to do. Hence pointless walls all up and down the "mountain." We also saw the Cliffs of Moher (surprise!) which were really quite amazingly gorgeous and also amazingly windy. My favorite bit was probably this really pretty moated grove we stopped at on the way. No idea what it was called --I wasn't paying attention and I can't find it online. I'll ask W tomorrow, though. The circle of trees (complete with knotty roots) was straight out of a movie, as was the white horse that I'm pretty sure was only there to be picturesque. We did NOT see the high crosses at Kilfanora because there was a funeral taking place. ("Michael O'Sullivan was my great friend...") Also, amazingly enough, it didn't rain until the ride back.
Highlight: taking pictures of us mimicking the "do not" signs at cliffs of Moher.
Lowlight: feeling carsick on the way back.

2) Friday (1/21): Library! Wandering other bits of Galway.
Um. I got a library card and wandered other bits of Galway. No, really. I have no idea why I thought it was important to elaborate on this. The library is libraryish. It is right across the street from my flat and has a decent children's section. It also has wifi. My library card is very pretty and is written in Irish. If I ever post pictures, I will post a picture of it. The other bits of Galway were Galwayish (Galwigien, technically). I hadn't really been on the other side of Eyre Square (officially known as JFK square, for his visit, but no one *actually* calls it that) before today, save right off the bus from the US. Most of the shops/restaurants/pretty sights are on my side of the square, so it's nice to know what else is around but that's about it, no real need to go back.

3) Thursday (1/20): No idea! Physics class, Irish, Celt myth
So I guess I'll tell you a bit about these classes now.

Physics is actually "Nuclear and Plasma Physics," and...is getting more interesting. A bit of overlap at the beginning, but I'm hopeful that things will get a bit more complex.

Irish is Irish! I think I may actually have talked about this a bit before now. We had a smallish class but today it morphed into a mediumish class. Meh. We're learning basic phrases right now. The hardest part is that people from different parts of Ireland have different accents, and it is hard to know exactly what to be practicing and how to get my ear to hear it. Actually, that's rather a comment about Irish accents, too. There isn't really a standard one; instead there are bazillions of different ones (or maybe a dozen, but still). All cool, though.

Celtic Mythology is actually "Celtic Mythology, Folklore, and Religion." Wednesday classes are taught by the House-like professor, and focus on the religion and folklore aspects. Thursday lectures are taught by the more casual professor who wears mostly black with bright skirts and focuses on the mythology aspects. I like both sections quite a bit, although her two lectures overlapped a lot; I'm looking forward to tomorrow, where we're discussing the Book of Invasions. We had to read a (translated, of course!) portion for class, and she gave us her summary of it as well. It is hilarious (and very much mirrors my thoughts as I was reading the more original bit). For example, from her summary: "Armairgin tries to invoke Eire by singing praise-poetry to her, and it works, they are allowed to re-enter the island. Here follows some seriously obscure poetry. Donn, meanwhile, utters..." and "There is another battle, and as everyone is busy hacking each other to pieces, they don't see the gigantic wave that is looming, and so they all drown, except thirty of Nemed's children with three chieftains who divide Ireland between them. However, they are afraid of the Fomorians and leave Ireland. Disregard the lack of logic in that we have been told that the Fomorians are already dead, because obviously not all of them are." I very much like this professor. (Keep in mind that this is a freshers course, so taught at a fairly low level.)

4) Wednesday (1/19): Archery! Mythology, ...something else. prolly. Oh! Irish!
Well, you know about Irish now, and Mythology. Archery is archery. Last week there were way too many people, because (a) a gazillion of us new folk showed up, and (b) the advanced folk were busy practicing for a competition that was this weekend. Apparently the team is pretty good and wins lots of awards and stuff. Rumor went around the beginner group last week "--see that guy? apparently he's the second-best archer in Ireland!" and I have no idea whether or not it's true, but it's still cool! The non-beginners are mainly guys, with a few girls, and opposite for the beginners. No idea why. Anyway, it's fun, especially now (today) that one of them more experienced archers actually bothered to tell us how to shoot, rather than just saying GO, like happened last week.

5) Tuesday (1/18): Busy, busy day: "Understanding Strangers." History, physics, Suas volunteering, Una ride back, choir, session.
Tuesdays are busy busy busy. Things I haven't yet talked about:

Understanding Strangers. A very kindly Brittish professor teaches this course. Should be interesting, if nothing else. We watched a movie yesterday, and I can't remember what it is but when I do remember I'll let you know, because it is worth seeing. I rather think I've already talked about this a bit, but if not, I'll elaborate more when it isn't *quite* so late.

History
. "History of Two Irelands in the Twentieth Century." It is what it sounds like! Quite interesting, especially since I'm taking it together with the other Irish-focused classes and they all rather fit together (funny, that!). The lecturer goes at a pretty fast clip, but it is an essay rather than an exam-based course, so as long as we get the gist it will be fine. It's cool too because he gave us the internet link to transcripts of the various debates over Irish governments back in 1919-1923 time period. So cool.

Suas volunteering: Homework club involves walking a half-hour to an amnesty-seeker hotel, helping elementary-aged kids with their homework for an hour and a half, and then walking back. By "helping...with homework" I mean "trying to keep focused" and "trying to cut down on the shrieking." By "walking back" I mean "getting a ride with Una, a really nice girl who also comes to the TradSoc sessions" (see below). The kids are great, but have a lot of energy. A lot of energy. I enjoy it, though! I also enjoy getting there and back, as the other volunteers are Irish (except for a German Erasmus girl).

Choir: Funny how this one is self-explanatory! Unauditioned (or I probably wouldn't have done it!) and a nice group of people. They(/we!) do various events around campus during the semester and also take a couple trips to various other parts of the country to sing at competitions, which I'm looking forward to. Singing = happy.

Session: TradSoc is the Traditional Music Society, and they host a session (erm, kind of like a jam session, only with traditional tunes; anyone with an instrument can sit in) once a week at the Crane Bar, which isn't too far from my apartment. It's quite fun, not the least of which because I can actually play a long on a good number of the songs (mostly due to lessons with Pete all semester!). So much fun. The pub is fairly small, and is two stories with music on both stories (although we play on the ground floor). It starts out comfortably busy but by the end is just mobbed; if you're playing you've got a place to sit, but otherwise you'd better come early...

6) Monday (1/17): Medical sociology, Lit (aka Ulysses), dr. apt, the reading room in the library.
Medical Sociology is about how various health systems/ways of dealing with sickness/etc etc etc figure into Irish society (and other societies, for that matter; the teacher is originally from America). I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. The concept is really cool, but I've yet to be convinced by the lectures/reading. It's only the second week, though, so there's still time!

Modern Irish literature. Hmmm. The first half of the semester deals with Ulysses, which I'm really really enjoying so far, especially because bits of everything from my other Ireland-centric classes keeps fitting into it. The teacher is really enthusiastic, even though the class is huge and in one of the largest lecture halls. The second half of the semester will be dealing with drama and will have a different lecturer.

Doctor apt. Oh, right. Medical stuff here = just fine, because the health center on campus does blood draws (with the largest needles I've ever seen...yeeeeeesh) and sends over to the hospital nearby for results. This means that I don't have to search out the one GP in Galway that accepts my insurance, which is actually quite lovely. The doctor I saw on Monday last seemed to know what was what, and I think I'm in good hands here. I spent a lot of time waiting around for the appointment, but it gave me a chance to read a really interesting article on Philip Pullman (of His Dark Materials fame). (I go back for another blood draw tomorrow; perhaps the needles will have shrunk before then?)

The reading room in the library. No idea why I felt it was necessary to talk about this. It isn't a particularly interesting room. It is also quite cold. I spent a lot of time there last Monday, waiting around for stuff, and plan to be better occupied from here on out. They do have lots of different Irish/UK newspapers, though, which is cool.

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So! Caught up! Relatively, at least...you can continue to anticipate the "topics to anticipate." Also, pictures, which will happen sometime between now and the time I graduate from Middlebury. I hope.

In which I attempt to catch up (Part I).

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

In which I accidentally post on the wrong website. Hah.

So I'm leaving that last post up even though I meant it to end up somewhere else, because it describes my day pretty accurately.

I'm listening to Hallie's "Calm Afternoon Mix" even though it is very much night (or morning, depending on how you look at it) and trying to pretend that I'm even remotely interested in going to bed. Am I? Not so much. Tomorrow is going to be pretty busy (three classes + homework volunteering + choir? + session? + inauguration?) but my Sense of Awake sees no reason.

Also about today:
  • The land line phone in my apartment actually works, so if you want to call me I can give you the number
  • I broke my "I'm not going to spend any money today" pledge (after I brought a lunch and everything!) because the school was so bloody cold that I had to buy a warm drink to not turn into an ice sculpture during the lit lecture. Good thing, too, because ten minutes into the class (after the literary map of Ulysses was handed out and after we heard an advertising speech for a vacation agency, given by some girl from New Zealand...there's a first for everything, I guess, but I had a really hard time not laughing while she gave her spiel. It was not at all literary!) the fire alarm went off. It was quite musical --Bb ->D eighth notes that echoed through the halls just enough to make cool triads--but also a bit of a pain, because it was cold today and my rainboots have no insulation.
  • I have an additional email address now, in case you want to confuse me: h.robertson1@nuigalway.ie . It proves that I am a real student.
  • We had snow flurries this morning. The swans don't seem to mind, but my heron is still missing. I wonder where he's gone?
Also, for those of you who have expressed dismay at not being able to see any of my pictures: no, I'm not personally excluding you! I just haven't actually posted any albums yet. So. Soon!


(Today was a good day for mail. Either that or the landlady hordes mail! Either way, it made the afternoon very excellent.)

Monday Night

1. The girl in the waiting room at the health center. Because I'm an idiot I didn't get her name or say "let's hang out," but we had an excellent conversation about snow and stupid magazines.

2. Moment: Collapsing on a chair in pj bottoms (because wet pant hems) with a whole stack of letters and thick envelopes (and comics and a superbly excellent mix and a 21-year-old driver license and health form for Guarda and so many thank you notes for the Christmas recipes and sketches from my Grandma and clippings about murals at home and birthday presents! and the promise of more mail tomorrow) and Really Good Music and suddenly having roommate bring mug of really sugary tea. Life doesn't get much better.

3. The moment when the washer/dryer started going around! It's the small things that matter.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

In which I realize that typing is about a gazillion times faster than typing.

Note: I actually wrote this on...oh geez. Thursday. I didn't want it to be out of order, though, so I had to wait until I got the journal from Wednesday in. Take note!


So I realize that my written posts have been getting more and more dull; if not for reading, at least for writing! I'm going to take a new tack: during the week I'll type, and on the weekends I'll try to write. Unless, of course, I realize during the week that hey! I want to write! in which case I'll do so! And so on and so forth.

My internet is ridiculously slow here in the dorm, because there are so many students who want to use internet in the evenings. A contacted Oliver, so hopefully we'll get improved internet soon (K and I have realized that Oliver particularly likes A, so we make him do the calling! :p ). And then maybe I'll have Skype capabilities again...

I'm currently listening to Peter Bradley Adams and baking cookies. It's a really good combo, especially when there are about a thousand other things I really need to be doing. Such as, you know getting internship things worked out for the summer. And figuring out a final class schedule. And putting away clean laundry. This is more emotionally satisfying, though!

Recipe I started with:

EASY OATMEAL COOKIES

1 c. sugar
1 c. butter
1 c. flour
2 c. Quick Oats
1 tsp. soda (sifted with flour)
Mix with hands -- form small balls and flatten on ungreased pan. Bake 350 degrees.


Every other recipe out there calls for brown sugar, which I don't have. Other things I don't have: measuring cups. Oven mitts. An oven that goes above 250 degrees. Things I do have: small plastic scoop that came in the oatmeal. Reckless abandon. Set of measuring spoons nicked by my forward-thinking roomies from one of the earlier apartments we were in.Smarties.

Recipe I ended with:
HANNAH'S "Oh expletive I don't have measuring cups" OATMEAL COOKIES
5 scoops sugar
5 sc. flour
10 sc. oats (more ground-up than I'd like but they didn't have normal oats)
Half of a largish thing of butter with unhelpful mass measurement
1 tsp. baking soda (sifting? sifting? sifting is for the weak!)
1 egg
3/4 tube of Smarties
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
Couple of spoonfuls of milk so that it would actually hold together


They're actually pretty decent! Fairly far to the left on the "brick v sponge" scale, but worse things have happened. (Alison: shall you make a graph of this on GraphJam or shall I? :p ) They're actually more like softish biscotti in cookie shape. Oh well. If you make them, make sure to flatten the balls down quite a bit, as they don't spread at all in the oven. Also, take them off the pan as soon as you dare or they'll harden to it. (Worth making again, though....)

Of note: when Smarties are cooked, the color rather disappears. Also, the shell coating splits at the edge. Cool but weird.

Today was another frustrating-because-of-classes day. I'm convinced that the physics department here doesn't *actually* exist. Sure, they have a couple of halls, and lots of name placards on doors, but any time you want one of them.... I went to lectures for two more physics options today, and both were busts. The first was a little less of a bust (the lecturer was merely dull) but the second was taught by the absolutely dreadful lecturer from Tuesday. At least he stood during this particular talk, but.... Also, they don't get the concept of PowerPoint being a tool rather than the entire point of sitting there. Pre-typed (badly formatted) proofs that all pop up at one time are not helpful in the least. Sigh. I spent the rest of the afternoon attempting to track down someone (anyone!) from the department who could tell me how I'd actually get credit in the class, as the boy next to me (Diarmid, which my ear apparently ear hear as anything but "Jared"...he said "Dermot works too" and then I felt stupid) pointed out that 30% of the grade comes from lab sessions they've been attending all year. And the concept of problem set (regardless as to whether it actually counts for class credit or not) is nonexistent. I don't get it. (Other thing said by Diarmid/Dermot/Jared, in reference to the girl on my other side who transferred from Colorado to NUIG at the beginning of the year: "It's great! With you two here, the number of girls in the physics department has doubled!" Sigh.)

What else. I signed up for Irish classes, which start next week. I went to a hilariously brilliant lecture for my Celtic Mythology class...first lecture here that I actually enjoyed rather than merely tolerating. (I'll have her for one lecture a week, and the House-like professor for the other lecture.) I got into "Understanding Strangers" and "Medical Sociology," which both start next week.

K and I went to a couple of meetings about volunteering. This school really has it's act together in terms of coordinating volunteers; so far I'm really impressed. Also, I really like the coordinator. If it works with my schedule I would especially like to do the homework sessions with children living at the center for asylum-seekers. (Some other time I'll explain the asylum v refugee deal here; it's pretty interesting.)

Time for bed? Time for bed.

In which I finally have internet that works. For the cost of one two-euro tea per hour.

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