tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27268545652038409312024-03-19T01:45:13.817-07:00KEIRR SAYSPhiladelphia based, film major at Temple University. Lover of belly laughs, diner food, hot showers, feminist ideology, crafting, cats, horoscopes, nail polish, art, horror films, CAPITAL LETTERS, pizza, dance parties, good beer, disposable cameras, karaoke, road trips, tattoos, wigs, and fine cheeses.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-53754423089463851552012-08-29T14:37:00.001-07:002012-08-29T14:37:05.812-07:00Dealing w/ DeathA friend of mine died this week. It's been a very sad last few days. To me, it doesn't really matter how well you know a person to feel sad about things like this. What matters is that you knew the person at all. I got to know him over the last few years. Talk to him, share experiences w/ him, laugh, argue, share mutual friendships etc. earlier this week I went to his funeral and I was truly moved by how many people were there and how much physical love I could feel coming from everyone. Just like they say about tension, I could cut the love in the room w/ a knife. The sadness was there, but it was far outweighed by the love. There was such unity and it's a shame that these beautiful feelings were brought about by such tragic circumstances. <br />
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I don't like it, but I feel that reflecting on yourself is an inevitable part of death. You can't help but make the situation not just about how a person you know died. You ask questions like: How does this death affect ME? Or how could I have made things better? Or why not ME? <br />
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Why do we make it so personal when it's so obviously not? No one as young as him should die. I don't really believe in fate or things happening for a reason. What happened, happened. Though I wish it never did.<br />
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I'm still trying to make sense of everything. I've been talking to a lot of friends about it. I guess there will eventually be a time when I wake up and don't immediately think about it. Eventually everyone moves on. But that's part of what makes it so sad. <br />
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R.I.P Jon<br />
Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-60205349778532433952012-04-12T10:40:00.001-07:002012-04-15T17:46:05.220-07:00RIP Ms. Kay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Tuesday I found out that an English teacher from
my high school had been beaten to death by her son Henry, and it has
affected me more than I would have thought possible. I cannot stop thinking about it. I am lucky enough
that I don't know many people who have died, but I specifically don't
know many people who have died violently. The<a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-57413084-504083/attorney-says-epilepsy-drugs-casued-henry-wachtel-to-murder-mother-karyn-kay/"> newspaper reports</a> have
been extremely graphic about what happened to her and the defense seems
to be that Henry had a manic episode brought on as an unfortunate side
effect from epilepsy medication. I don't know if any of what has been
reported is true and I am trying to remain objective, but I am disturbed
regardless. The fact that she had been murdered was scary enough, but
on top of that she was murdered by her son, someone I know, albeit not
well.<br />
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After I found out, I called my dad. I just wanted to talk to a
parent, partially to get an objective perspective on the event and
partially to make sure they were okay. When I started explaining what
had happened I started crying. I was freaked and I still am! These
were people I know! People I could relate to! I only had Ms. Kay as a teacher for a few days in junior year before
the administration changed my schedule. I remember her as being petite,
enthusiastic, and somewhat intimidating. Though I never had the full
teacher experience with her, we all knew who she was. She helped some
of my really good friends put together a literary magazine, which I
contributed illustrations to. And she always walked down the halls
looking somewhat out of place (she dressed a bit provocatively for her
age). She was a well liked teacher. My friends and I met her son Henry
one night at a restaurant on New Years Eve. We bonded over the fact that
we were LaGuardia students and his mom was a LaGuardia faculty member.
We celebrated this fact with sake bombs and a series of photographs of
us looking awkward and drunk. And my first thought after the initial
"HOLY SHIT!" was "Oh my god, I'm in a photo with a murderer." It's a
weird thought to have but it was there, and I think it solidifies the
reason why I am so freaked out about what happened. Henry was a nice
young guy. He was just like me. What happened to Ms. Kay is horrible, and while I was originally freaked out by the fact that she had been murdered, the thing that is haunting me most now is Henry and how he must be dealing with everything.<br />
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I can't help but consistently put myself in his shoes. If what they
say happened really happened, then he must be so confused. The defense has claimed that he has no memory of the
incident and only realized what he had done after the fact. If I were
him I would be terrified and suicidal. I keep getting flashes
of 'Law & Order' style interrogations and arraignments and it makes
me so sad. There are photos of him online in court trying so hard not to cry and they kind of break my heart. I can imagine it would be one thing to kill someone but a
completely different thing to kill your own mother. And on top of that I
keep thinking of how strange it must have been for Ms. Kay in her last
moments, knowing that her son was hurting her and responsible for her
death. When she gave birth to him she probably never suspected that that
person was going to be responsible for her demise. And it makes me think of how scary it is that death can really be so unexpected and horrible. The overall feeling I have is just immense sadness and my thoughts go out to everyone immediately affected by this tragedy, his family, the LaGuardia community etc.<br />
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I hope that things end up for the best, though I don't know how they possibly could in a situation such as this. <br />
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<br />Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-28858644381268197832012-04-12T10:18:00.004-07:002012-04-12T10:41:40.852-07:00I'M BACK!After over a year of my blog hiatus, I am back! And with a new layout. I don't like posting my intimate thoughts or stories on Tumblr and I'm feeling real sappy and full of reflections these days.<br />
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Expect the worst.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-62264960200446286152011-03-29T06:03:00.000-07:002011-03-29T06:03:57.657-07:00Lack of SleepI love to sleep, but I don't get very much of it. This is usually my own fault because I usually cannot fall asleep before 1am but feel guilty if I sleep any time past 12pm. This is mostly due to more fun things I can be doing, like watching movies or eating. <br />
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But the worst thing in the world is when I am tired and laying in bed and for some reason or another, I just cannot fall asleep. I guess some would call this insomnia. It happens to me very infrequently. I am usually a champion sleeper, but last night I had the strangest fear induced insomnia. It was like being a little kid all over again. As soon as I turned out the lights I got all scared. Every terrible horror movie and terrifying scenario started to play itself in my head on a loop. The comment that Adam made the other day about my ceiling having finger print marks and a weird red smear filled my imagination with images of ghosts and spirits throwing innocent people all over the room Freddy Krueger style. Those Law and Order: SVU episodes where women are found battered and raped after having their apartments broken into play back. That synthetic weave I found in the alley next to my house hinted at a buried dead body resurfacing. I have a morbid imagination. Every little itch I had or silence I heard was a ghost touching/creeping up on me. I couldn't shut my mind off. It was so infuriating because all I wanted to do was sleep but all I could do was think. <br />
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It may have had something to do with the chocolate milk and oreos I ate at 10pm. Or the caffienated beverages I had consumed earlier in the day. Maybe my diet is to blame for my nightmarish insomnia. All I know is, it needs to stop. I hate being scared. The number one memory I have from being a kid is just being terrified all the time. My parents rarely censored me from scary movies, and I loved the thrill of being scared when I watched them, but when it came to turn the lights off at night, I was a nervous wreck. For almost 10 years I refused to sleep in a room by myself, sometimes even a bed myself. <br />
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I need to learn to sleep in a room by myself and not be terrified.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-10578930962131603902011-03-28T10:18:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:18:41.386-07:00BEST FRIENDS VISIT!!!Two of my best friends from home visited this weekend in honor of Mercedes' 21st bday (my 21st bday is in 21 days!!!!!). It was so mch fun. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gHgwUbwDGGaJJNMRdUbiNrBAa6-5ZYFbr70yD5ydY-GHLthWQhYCKQbyC1o50-Hij7PnanrgU87dPJvejsxoevGNF1_x6JdVeWMmUGIFqFebv5rpLQXZ2SWzrqZUVjXd4unAf2F-i74/s1600/199655_1806206519470_1369110434_32244776_2736031_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gHgwUbwDGGaJJNMRdUbiNrBAa6-5ZYFbr70yD5ydY-GHLthWQhYCKQbyC1o50-Hij7PnanrgU87dPJvejsxoevGNF1_x6JdVeWMmUGIFqFebv5rpLQXZ2SWzrqZUVjXd4unAf2F-i74/s320/199655_1806206519470_1369110434_32244776_2736031_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I love those girls. We just ate ridiculous food and laughed about ridiculoud things. It's so easy to be around them and I always forget how much I miss them until I see them. This summer I will be living in Philly and I am really excited about that, but I am also sad about not being able to see them all the time. Hopefully I'll have a job and I can visit them a lot or they can visit me.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-3207431105207067402011-03-28T10:06:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:06:57.891-07:00Dream Journal Entry#2Had a weird dream that I went back to London to visit and eat a weird potato sausage dish at a cafe with my family...but, I also had a baby? And the baby's name was Diana (Princess + London???) and for some reason this random guy with curly blonde hair decided he wanted to use me as a bomb so he built a bomb into the skin in my back and it kind of looked like Iron Man's reactor arc thing and I couldn't touch it or move fast or it would go off and no one would take my baby and he wanted me to blow up some mall in the US where I worked in the Victoria's Secret, but I tried to save lives by going to some field and then it was really sad because I kept trying to call my family to tell them I loved them but my phone wouldn't dial the numbers correctly and then my mom's ex-bf called me and I remembered he was really good at technology so I asked him to come get me and diffuse the bomb and my dad and Quinn showed up and we had to steal a car. Meanwhile, baby Princess Diana was in a paper bag with blankets, much like a wallaby, the whole time and it was really freaky. In the end, they somehow remove the bomb, but I had a big chunk of flesh that was taken out of my back. Gross. <br />
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<b>I don't even have an analysis for this. </b>Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-60655003498305885872011-03-28T10:04:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:04:14.993-07:00Bad at BloggingI've been so bad at blogging lately. At first it was because I was uninspired but now that I actually have things to write about I feel lazy and also like I want to give my blog a makeover, but the template designer isn't really working for me right now. In the mean time, I am going to try and blog a bit more now.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-50563455666320618582011-01-14T20:42:00.000-08:002011-01-14T20:42:03.048-08:00TODAY WAS GOODTODAY WAS GOOD. <br />
Here is why:<br />
1) First and foremost: After 4 years of procrastination, tears, and teenage rebellion against parents who told me I should get one, I, Keiran Leah McCann, have finally obtained my basic New York state learners permit. CAN I GET A HELL YES!? I studied the book and went to the DMV and took the damn test and I got a 100% and a congratulations from a surly DMV lady. I have no idea what my photo looks like because they don't show you after they take it and the permit card will arrive in the mail in about 2 weeks. (I'll probably just be a hideous mess, which would be kind of hilarious.) In the mean time I have a little paper certificate. It was fo' serious a rather proud moment for me. Just because I had lacked motivation to get it for so long and then last week I kind of just started studying for it ona whim. Now I finally have it and it feels almost like a rite of passage. The only issue now is that I need to learn how to drive. The idea of driving on a real live street amongst other drivers is just terrifying to me. Also, I move back to Philly tomorrow where I'm pretty sure that I'm not allowed to drive. And I have no intention of going back to New York any time soon and I also refuse to drive in the city until I've had some rural practice down. So basically, I have no idea when I will actually LEARN to drive. Thankfully, my permit doesn't expire for 4 years, so I have 4 years before I actually need to get behind the wheel of a car. BABY STEPS! (PS I am sorry road trippers, for not trying to get the license sooner!)<br />
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2) After obtaining such license, I decided to call Caroline (who lives in the area of the DMV) and celebrate by getting a much needed pedicure. Seriously, it was like my legs were attached to nasty foot shaped rocks. I used gold nail polish because it is the color of champions. JUST KIDDING. I got gold because I love gold nail polish. <br />
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3) After having our toes wrapped in seran wrap, Caroline and I walked to the Patricia Fields store, talked about hilarious things, then walked back to her house where we ate gigantic veggie burgers with sweet potato fries and watched <i>Jersey Shore</i> and Anchor Man and laughed at stupid things like bears and babies and now I am watching CSI and packing last minute things for Bouvier!!!<br />
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4) Speaking of Bouvier, AKA home sweet home, I have officially made the decision to never live in my parent's house full time ever again (this does not mean I wont live in my grandma's house in Harlem, because she is not my actual parent). From this point forth, I am going to try and live on my own to the best of my ability. Visits are allowed, of course. But I just really need to...be on my own. This place is not my "home" anymore. <br />
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PS I'm an organ donor. Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-56463982020343161142011-01-05T20:11:00.000-08:002011-01-05T20:11:47.467-08:00THE GREAT PLACE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AD8NTEkVBnU4IZhoxxLMXYJB0iMUnGPT7VGulGDnPFo1DK-D8vTo__smGZbjVTc1prbHv7NYjjLmaCkdYVCPvtAcB8rXRl2XJlXhg8bFy7TNR561eWAr8vyxzkIo_NPexUnmqVSnJeY/s1600/167824_1547690420408_1479480162_31122853_4893612_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6AD8NTEkVBnU4IZhoxxLMXYJB0iMUnGPT7VGulGDnPFo1DK-D8vTo__smGZbjVTc1prbHv7NYjjLmaCkdYVCPvtAcB8rXRl2XJlXhg8bFy7TNR561eWAr8vyxzkIo_NPexUnmqVSnJeY/s640/167824_1547690420408_1479480162_31122853_4893612_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div>I HAVE MOVED INTO THE GREAT PLACE!!! I cannot believe it has finally happened because it has been about 8 months in the making. It all started with Caitlin, Beth, Lindsay and I sitting in Temple Towers and talking about how much we love each other while getting ready to go out for the night. Next thing we know, we're signing a lease together along with ChrisFish. I have absolutely no worries about living with these ladies. We all get along really well and are pretty responsible and have even lived with each other before with no problems. Once we get into a rhythm and routine, I'm sure things will be extra great. I do have a little anxiety at the idea that I may need to move out in 7 months. In case we decide we don't want to renew our lease or live somewhere else. It's possible it could happen, but out of shear laziness and just wanting to finally have a place to call home for the first time in 5 years (ever since my mom moved to NJ, I really don't feel like I have a home base), I really want to stay there. <br />
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I couldn't even bring myself to move everything in. My mom kept trying to get me to pack things and I just couldn't bring myself to do it because I kept thinking "Eh..I'll just have to pack it back up in a few months, what's the point?" I hope I can get out of this mentality. So anyway, the house is LOVELY. It is really big and located in North Philadelphia about 10 minutes walk away from Temple campus. It has 3 floors, 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, dining room, creepy basement, and back yard. I have a big bedroom on the 3rd floor that has a lovely view of the street we live on. <br />
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I was the first person to move in, so it was weird being there with a big empty house. (Thank god Adam was there to hang out with me. It was actually nice having it just be the 2 of us for a few days. Of course, he is not going to be living there, but I expect he'll be around a lot.) First of all it is dirrrrrtyyyyy and no matter how much I tried to clean it, it just did not seem to get clean. Also, you can hear a lot of sounds from the 3rd floor. Not enough to be disturbing, but enough to get a little creeped out when you know no one is supposed to be in the house except for you. Just like neighbor's doors closing or talking. I can pretty much hear everything going on in the street outside, but I actually like that. It almost makes me feel safer, just because I'm so used to the lovely and loud NYC. Last night there was a huge party going on in one of the houses and at one point I heard people screaming! So I thought, "Oh god. There's a fight. There are going to be gunshots." But when I looked outside, people were screaming and hugging each other in what looked like a reuniting of friends. Unnecessarily loud, but cute. When I first arrived, my next door neighbor was outside and even welcomed me to the neighborhood and reassured me that it was a lovely and safe place to live, much to my mom's incredulity. <br />
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The only real downsides to the house are:<br />
1) One of the locks stick, which is just annoying. We need to get a new/third lock.<br />
2) There are mice EVERYWHERE. I don't really mind because this is just a fact of life. Mice are around and will try to eat your food. I prefer them to roaches anyway. The way to stop them is to be clean. Maybe the previous tenants were not as clean in the kitchen or maybe our next door neighbors are slobs and their mice are migrating to our house. Regardless, the second night there Adam and I saw one fly down a flight of stairs and the third night we were there they managed to get into some individually wrapped Ghiradelli chocolates I stupidly left on the floor. 2 of them were nibbled/carried a few feet across the floor. Godzilla mice?<br />
3) My lovely isolated-ish third floor room is SO FAR AWAY from the bathroom. I find I wake up having to pee really badly all the time but just hold it in because I do not want to walk down the 2 hallways and 1 flight of stairs to get to the 2nd floor bathroom with freezing floor tiles. This results in me having a lot of dreams about running water or anxiety filled ones about peeing my pants in public. (I have not wet the bed in years though, so that's good). Last night I was trying to come up with ideas for keeping a pee bucket in the room, but Adam did not think that was a good idea. <br />
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I am 90% unpacked but I seriously lack furniture. Adam and I went to Ikea and I got a nice dresser, but I seriously need a desk and some shelf space. The thing is, I have a lot of furniture at home and in storage, I just have no way of getting it to Philly. It's a big process of driving to the storage bins and somehow fitting it in my car or renting a truck and then I need my parents to drive me back. Sometimes it really does suck not having a driver's license or a car. So for the time being, I have a lot of knick knacks stacked around my floor. Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-88511856850477981032011-01-05T19:24:00.000-08:002011-01-05T19:24:39.621-08:00CATCHING UP<span style="font-size: x-large;">OH DEAR LORD. I have been very anti-blog lately. Just not inspired to write anything or post anything. Not even on my Tumblr. I am just completely unmotivated, even though there are some amazig things happening in my life right now. So I am going to try and be more diligent about posting things. </span>Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-77248097476336924562010-12-31T11:01:00.000-08:002010-12-31T11:01:18.446-08:00MY YEAR IN PHOTOBOOTH PICS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VQCzNylWi93LjjYdA8SxyfKc8fxvUczG-83llLpL5vvyfE82TAyAOgvklcI7MIkS_FzCXtMEC0RfAQ4zWAocFwErJdM8jzR0FMLv8HncaABjQjr0ssyblRf6Jw2IkLLmfQabWDKSfkg/s1600/Photo+126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VQCzNylWi93LjjYdA8SxyfKc8fxvUczG-83llLpL5vvyfE82TAyAOgvklcI7MIkS_FzCXtMEC0RfAQ4zWAocFwErJdM8jzR0FMLv8HncaABjQjr0ssyblRf6Jw2IkLLmfQabWDKSfkg/s320/Photo+126.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is the first photo I took on Photobooth in 2010. That lipstick mark is actually a band aid that was hiding a HIDEOUS bruise I had as a result of wearing cowboy boots in the snow and falling shoulder first onto the edge of my building's brick steps. I also thought I broke my wrist for a while after that injury.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Photobooth pics are so weird. THey are pretty much only ever of yourself, but they can really reveal a lot about a person's year. GOODBYE </div>Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-33658181710938421252010-11-03T11:50:00.000-07:002010-11-03T11:50:02.377-07:00HALLOWEEN IN LONDON...is kind of lame. BUT we made the best of it!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>LONDON SIGHTS: London Eye, Picadilly Circus, Locke Tavern, Tiger Tiger, Buckingham Palace, Victoria and Albert Museum, The London Museum, Hyde Park etc.)</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>PARIS SIGHTS: The Eiffel Tower, Pere Lachaise Cemetary, Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur, Montmartre, The Latin Quarter, Champs Elysee, Pompadou museum etc.)</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>FOOD I ATE: hamburger with egg on top, smoked salmon with wasabi cream, escargot, savory crepes, sweet crepes, poireaux salad, complete English breakfast, dutch pancakes, fish and chips, lamb and lemon potatoes, Laduree macaroons, pastries galore! etc.)</b></div>Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-85510198952182562992010-10-22T15:58:00.000-07:002010-10-22T15:58:15.351-07:00Syracuse? Master of Arts program in Documentary Film and History? MAYBE!<b>I find this to be an interesting possibility for the future:</b><br />
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If you are a history major or are interested in pursuing an advanced degree in history or another humanity or social science, we have a degree program that may interest you. Syracuse University offers a one-year Master of Arts program in Documentary Film and History. This program teaches film production while requiring students to focus on an area of specialization like history, education, religion, African-American or women’s studies. To put it simply, students in our program learn how to research, write and design non-fiction films as well as make them.<br />
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The program is a joint effort between the S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications and the Maxwell School of Citizenship and Public Affairs. It begins in the summer with two courses introducing students both to production and historical analysis. Our curriculum contains a wide variety of courses, from historical methods to video editing. However, the core of the program is the research, scripting and production of a thesis and an internship in the second summer. Past internships have been with award-winning filmmakers like Ken Burns and Barbara Kopple, as well with organizations as diverse Al Jazeera and MTV. <br />
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Our graduates are working in production companies across the US and abroad, producing media for public and cable television, museums, school districts and universities. Some of our graduates are planning to become professors who will use their media skills to become more effective teachers as well as to “publish” films instead of textbooks.<br />
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Additional information is available on our website but I also invite you to contact me via email (rlbreyer@syr.edu) for further details.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-47580497501990519702010-10-22T14:27:00.000-07:002010-10-22T14:27:32.795-07:00Class RegistrationClass registration at Temple University is usually a pretty big deal. It is also usually a pretty big disaster. There are an allotted number of days when various students with various credit hours are allowed to sign up for their classes. Seniors usually have first pick and Freshman have last pick. At midnight on the day of your allotted registration time, everyone signs into OwlNet at exactly the same time, causing the site to crash and delays to occur. I'm usually awake at midnight though so that's not a big deal. However, when you are studying abroad and midnight in the states occurs at 5am London time, things get pretty bad...<br />
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BUT we made the best of it. The night before, I developed a series of potential schedules that might suit me best, made sure I knew their CRN numbers and made sure I knew which classes needed to be booked first. At 4:55am when all 3 of room 1C's alarms went off, we turned the stupid situation into a registration party! From 5am-5:15am, the roommates and I danced in our beds to 90s rap and occasionally screamed expletives at our computers when the page refused to load for the billionth time.<br />
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Yet despite those 15 minutes of frustration, I eventually got through to OwlNet and registered for EVERY CLASS I WANTED! Boo yah! And I have a schedule that is jam packed and good for the possibility of me acquiring a job.<br />
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I am taking 5 classes for a total of 17 credit hours. <br />
FILM: Digital Animation/Composition, Media Writing 1<br />
SOCIOLOGY: Ethnicity and the American Experience <br />
WOMEN'S STUDIES: Gender in America<br />
PSYCHOLOGY: Human Sexuality<br />
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The sociology and women's studies classes fulfill my General Education requirements, upon completion of them I will be done with GenEd core curriculum (they also sound really interesting). The film classes put me on the General Studies thesis track (I am so excited for these classes!!!!!!). The psychology class is just for fun, but also a requirement for my overall graduation track.<br />
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I'm thinking of trying to pursue and art minor, though a bit late in the game. I'm going to try and see an advisor in person about it because when I tried going through all the email and phone channels this summer, I was met with a dead end. Hopefully I can crank out an art minor during a summer session and throughout Senior year. If I like my Digital Animation class, I might consider grad school for animation. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS! All I really know is that the thought of me graduating in 2 years makes me ridiculously sad and scared. I want to be a student forever.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-91713336998810336102010-10-18T12:09:00.000-07:002010-10-18T12:09:05.989-07:00LONDON: Days 42-47I HAVE BEEN REALLY LAZY ABOUT BLOGGING LATELY.<br />
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Some things that have been happening this week:<br />
1. On Wednesday my Creativity and Innovation class went on a pottery painting expedition. It was so fun and reminiscent of my Doin' Dishes birthday parties. I painted a mug which I plan on using back at the flat as soon as it gets out of the kiln!<br />
2. Our entire Temple group went to a rugby game! Rugby is extremely bizarre and was probably invented by J.K. Rowling. The first time I had even heard of it was when I was 10 and watching Rocket Power and my silly American brain just could not understand any of the concepts for point scoring or rule breaking. I don't even know what the name of the team was that we were supposed to be rooting for..The Hoxton Harlequins or something like that? The experience itself was really fun, though short. The game only lasted about an hour and 50 minutes but afterward there was a hilarious cover band dance party at the stadium bar. And after THAT we got to play on the rugby field.<br />
3. Mercedes came for a visit! It was really fun. We ate a lot and laughed and walked around London and just enjoyed everyone's company.<br />
4. Went to a bar/venue called <a href="http://www.hootanannybrixton.co.uk/">Hootananny </a>in Brixton! It was pretty great. Good live music, good DJed music, good people to talk to etc. AND OH MY GOD THERE WAS A TACO TRUCK IN THEIR FRONT YARD (I say yard because the building is actually a converted mansion and it has a front yard with picnic tables for people to hang out and eat £1 tacos)!! It is a bit far away though...<br />
5. Went to the neighborhood Angel to eat tapas. Unfortunately, it was not the best meal though :(<br />
6. ADAM VISITS IN 4 DAYS!!!!! AND I'M GOING TO PARIS IN 8 DAYS!!!Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-67657342185400104982010-10-14T12:51:00.000-07:002010-10-15T12:02:47.050-07:00AMSTERDAM TRIP!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JBl5j5FIlCYli2DxZhrLUmL32DcxmqlaiSjRW7ckzvHg1WKoZagE1E0Wv0ttW_NRFLdjJDUdhJKpusEIb9kli4fw7dWcUr6-KzblOmGdbdGYpXJaU5HSL7kvcTZ3JJShj9KOXgW2Z58/s1600/66319_1566229440193_1369110154_31799978_7251010_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JBl5j5FIlCYli2DxZhrLUmL32DcxmqlaiSjRW7ckzvHg1WKoZagE1E0Wv0ttW_NRFLdjJDUdhJKpusEIb9kli4fw7dWcUr6-KzblOmGdbdGYpXJaU5HSL7kvcTZ3JJShj9KOXgW2Z58/s320/66319_1566229440193_1369110154_31799978_7251010_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="post-footer"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"><span class="post-labels"> </span> </div><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"><span class="post-location"> </span> </div></div><div class="date-outer">AMSTERDAM! This was my first trip abroad while abroad. I love going to new places! I love visiting familiar places, but it is just so exciting to add a new place to your list of travels and a new stamp to your passport book. I went with Caitlin, Christine, and Lauren. We had FABULOUS weather which only complimented the adorable European cuteness of the city (which was tiny by the way!). The city is actually laid out like a spiderweb with a bunch of pretty canals. And bikes were EVERYWHERE! Seriously, I kept referring to bike parking spots as "bicycle graveyards" because there were just so many of them looking so haunted and alone, begging to be stolen. My Philadelphia bike brain couldn't handle the hundreds of thousands of cruisers that weren't even locked up most of the time! I guess no one steals bikes in Amsterdam. The other strange thing was that babies were in bikes everywhere! RIDING WITHOUT SEATBELTS! IN TINY LITTLE BIKE SEATS OR CARTS! NOT WEARING HELMUTS! I was very concerned for their safety.<br />
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Our hostel situation wasn't ideal. There were some complications about booking, which resulted in us all being separated int different 8 person rooms. Unfortunately, I was the only girl in a room of 7 guys. I was only in there to sleep, so it wasn't entirely terrible. But it definitely made things like getting dressed and showering awkward. I ended up using other people's bathrooms instead of using my own. But overall the atmosphere was hospitable and there was a cat named Lola that wandered the halls (and even got locked in my room the first night! Oops!) and we had free breakfast every morning.<br />
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<b>FRIDAY</b><br />
-Or flight got in a little late<br />
-We attempted to get our bearings and ate cheese toasties<br />
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<b>SATURDAY</b><br />
-Walked about 8 miles<br />
-Went to the Anne Frank House<br />
-Went to the Van Gogh museum (a little dissapointing...)<br />
-ate ridiculous amounts of food (french fries, Dutch pancakes, street hot dogs, coffee etc.)<br />
-Sat along the canal<br />
-Unsuccesfully attempted to meet up with flat mates (difficult without cellphones or internet access)<br />
-Browsed the red light district at night (super creepy, and I consider myself liberal about that kind of stuff...)<br />
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<b>SUNDAY</b><br />
-People watched in Dam Square (the palace was unfortunately covered in scaffolding) <br />
-Ate my weight in Stroopwaffles<br />
-Explored different areas of town<br />
-Sat in the park across from our hostel for 3 hours and relaxed<br />
-Took a communal nap on the floor of Caitlin's room<br />
-Midnight falafels<br />
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It was overall a great trip. Probably the only time I will ever go there. It's such a small city, I'm pretty sure I did everything I was supposed. Maybe again one day when I'm older...but Amsterdam is no Paris. I can visit Paris 1 billion times and never get sick of it.</div>Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-81761910889143665952010-10-03T13:51:00.000-07:002010-10-03T13:51:06.027-07:00LONDON: Days 31-32<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>BEST WEEKEND EVER!</b></span><br />
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<u>SATURDAY</u><br />
<b>STONEHENDGE</b><br />
Seriously, so good. It started at 6:45am Saturday morning, which is when my alarm went off so I could get ready for our organized trip to Stonehendge and Bath. The bus was incredibly comfortable, so I took a lot of naps while en route. Stonehendge was exciting because it was like seeing a celebrity. You kind of just grow up always hearing about it or seeing images of it, plus it's featured in almost every alien movie ever. So it was pretty exciting to see it in person. Unfortunately, you're not allowed to go anywhere near it. But it was okay. The coolest thing about it is that it's supposed to be an area full of magic! The druids would pray there during the solstice/equinox holidays and so it's considered to be a kind of holy ground. The grass was practically covered in glitter because there was so much dew and there were hundreds of huge black crows perched on top of the stones. The crows would fly away and back again in huge swells. It was pretty magical to watch. For the most part though we just made asses of ourselves by taking ridiciulously posed pictures or naming the rocks in the structure (Rocky, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Horror, Pebbles, Vitamin etc.) And I was almost hit by a bus in the parking lot. My instincts are actually stupid though, so when the bus started driving towards me and everyone was screaming for me to get out of the way I just ran in a circle in front of the bus instead of running away. Everyone laughed at me, hahaha :) We were there for about an hour and half before we left for our trip to Bath....<br />
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<b>BATH</b><br />
Bath was soooo pretty! It was very small and adorable. We walked in pretty much every direction we could and would always end up back where we started. We went to the Roman Bath museum, which I didn't really like. The tour was kind of boring and I felt the museum did not preserve the authenticity of the Baths themselves. At the end of the tour you're given the option of drinking from the mineral spring. I thought it was just a stupid gimmick and that the water was just tap water coming from a fancy fountain, but that water was lefitamately from the spring and it tasted like warm water that was used previously for boiling eggs. GROSS! SO GROSS! I took 1 sip and ran away. Bath is also 1000x cheaper than London. We ate lunch at a pub and all had really filling and delcious meals for about £5 or less.<br />
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The night after Bath was also really fun. It was just a huge group of fun people hanging out in the basement and bonding while writing a ridiculous script for a ridiculous movie.<br />
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<u>SUNDAY</u><br />
For the most part Sunday was a lazy day, but the girls of the FIE program really wanted to bond so we went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant in Piccadilly Circus called Chiquito. I got a chicken chimichanga and it was SO DELICIOUS! But I ate way too much and felt sick. But it was indeed a lovely bonding experience with all the ladies. I'm really happy that we're all here at the same time. I really lucked out with this semester. <br />
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GAH! I cannot believe I have already been in London for 1 month! I cannot believe I am going to be seeing Adam in 3 weeks!Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-11768375522677069872010-09-29T12:55:00.000-07:002010-09-29T12:55:14.745-07:00LONDON: Days 25-28<b>My job: </b><br />
Not much has really happened so far this week. Because I didn't have to work at my internship last week (my boss Tom was on holiday) I volunteered to work 2 extra days this week. This means I am working Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday with a day of class in the middle. SO BUSY! This is technically against the rules because it goes against my VISA limitations of working a maximum of 20 hours/week, but I don't mind. It's a lot of work though. I'm not just a stupid intern who gets assigned one or two clerical assignments and then spends the rest of their time checking their Facebook. My boss gives me a lot of assignments which keep me very busy all day (sometimes I even forget to take a lunch break and he has to remind me) and he even told me that he is going to be away again towards the end of October but he wants me to come in and take over ALL the responsibilities of his job. This is incredibly scary to me. But I have about 3 more weeks of practice before I have to do that. <br />
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Some information about my internship:<br />
<ul><li>I work from 9:30am-6pm.</li>
<li>I have a 1 hour lunch break, which usually involves me buying a sandwich/coffee and sit on some benches by a local park and read.</li>
<li>I mostly respond to emails, fill out spread sheets, run errands, watch submitted short films and give my opinion on them, manage parts of the website, and make phone calls (I HATE MAKING PHONE CALLS. Tom had me make a phone call to this film company asking for the rights to show a film of theirs in our upcoming film festival. I practiced what I was going to say and had to learn how to dial a European phone number. I felt very prepared yet put on the spot but in the end when I made the phone call the woman who answered only spoke a sentence of angry German to me and then hung up! WOMP WOMP.) </li>
<li>The boss of the entire company, though not the person I work directly for, was just honored with being #98 out of 100 of the most powerful people in film in the UK according to <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/gnm-press-office/guardian-film-power-100-released">The Guardian</a>.</li>
<li>The company, according to Tom, is in great economic danger and so most of the people who I met when I first started have since been fired.</li>
</ul>I also really like the people I work with! They are all pretty young and really nice and they occasionally ask me to join them at the pub after work for a quick drink. I mostly go out with Dan and Tom, and twice now a quick drink has turned into a 3 hour drinking session which always seems to get me a bit drunk! It's so embarassing to get drunk in front of your boss who doesn't get as drunk as you. I always think that beer is like water and I drink as much as everyone else around me (especially when they buy you rounds and the beer is free!) which is never a good idea. I don't do anything crazy like stumble or pee on myself, but I definitely just don't ever stop talking. So, I don't plan on drinking more than a SINGLE beer with them from this point forth. I need to be a classy American.<br />
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<b>Non-work related item of relevence:</b><br />
Some maintenance staff came over today and told us that we have a mold problem in the flat. This is not something we find shocking. Our flat is disgustingly damp. My towel never dries and even this morning I had it on my head swami style to dry my hair and I smelled something funny. Turns out it was the towel! It smells like moldy body odor. And I only have the one towel thanks to my limited packing. I may have to buy a new one while I'm here.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-20643066472766123452010-09-27T17:28:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:28:12.168-07:00LONDON: Days 21-24<b>Wednesday</b><br />
CLASS DAY! 2 classes each for a total of 6 hours of class. They aren't difficult classes but they have yet to really draw me in yet or get me excited. For my creativity and innovation class we went to Brick Lane for a field trip. Part of our tuition went to an organized meal at a Pakistani restaurant. We ate delicious things like curry, naan, samosas, chicken tandoori, cucumber salads, mago lassis etc. The spicyness helped to clear up my sinuses but after we got back to the flat and took a nap I felt SO MUCH WORSE. I had to endure my British Cinema class with a case of the sniffles. I was <i>that girl</i> who jept obnoxiously coughing and blowing her nose while the professor gave his lecture. OOPS. But overall, a good day.<br />
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<b>Friday</b><br />
This week has mostly been spent being sick and doing absolutely <i>nothing</i> except watch re-runs on <u>Law & Order: SVU</u> on my laptop. Caitlin helped me feel better by buying me medicine, AKA coca cola flavored gummie candy. So when I started to feel a little bit better and I heard that one of the guys in our program could get everyone's name on the guest list to a fancy club, I jumped at the chance to go! The great part about it was that it was a bonding experience for me because EVERYONE went! So I was able to hang out with people I don't normally hang out with. The club was called <b><a href="http://www.cafedeparis.com/home">Cafe de Paris</a> </b>and when we arrived (in a huge, obnoxious American group) we went in the special VIP line and didn't have to pay any fees to get in! Our names were on a list! So fancy...<br />
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The club itself was VERY touristy, which was to be expected since it is in Picadilly Circus (the equivalent of NYC's Times Square). It was big and plush and resembled an old cinema/circus. Really nice. And since I wasn't drinking I spent a total of £0 for the whole night! SCORE. I just danced and talked with the flat mates. There was a live cover band that played songs from <i>Queen, Journey, Green Day</i> etc. I actually completely lost my voice from screaming along to the music/screaming at the band to "PLAY BON JOVI!" (which they never did.) It was SO much fun.<br />
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When we got back from the club, a bunch of us changed into pajamas and sat around in the kitchen drinking tea, eating toast, and laughing about the night. It really was a good time. I'm glad I got to hang out more with the girls on my floor, the 4th floor girls (Danielle, Allison, Michelle, and Ashley-they all love Harry Potter just as much as I do) and the Cellar Dwellars (Justin, Fornwald, and Zack-who all wore suits to the club).<br />
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Now I am re-cuperating by drinking lots of tea with lemon and talking to friends from home online. P.S. HAPPY BELATED 20th BIRTHDAY <a href="http://tssnnlw.tumblr.com/">TESSA LAW</a>! <br />
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WOO LONDON I LOVE YOU!Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-17048798539290742132010-09-23T06:18:00.000-07:002010-09-24T19:03:06.555-07:00London: DAY 22<span style="font-size: x-large;">I AM SO SICK IN LONDON! IT IS TERRIBLE! I CANNOT BREATHE!</span><br />
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Sunday was London's annual Curry Festival at Brick Lane. I really do love that neighborhood. It's filled with vintage shops, indian restaurants, and cheap baegels. We walked around there for a few hours, freaking out about how delicious the foods smelled, how interesting the people were, and how lovely the stall merchandise was. I bought a giant fluffy pork dumpling, spiced Moroccan vegetables with cous cous, and a Guarana (a popular Brazilian soda that I became addicted to during my summer in Sao Paolo circa 2001). SO DELICIOUS!!!<br />
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<b>MONDAY</b><br />
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Tuesday I felt better. So after doing my homework and skyping with Adam, I dolled myself up and went for a walk. The weather was SOOOO sunny and lovely. I walked down High Street Kensington and browsed the shops. There was a sale at Claire's so I bought a bejeweled headband for £3. I also splurged a little bit on a new pair of headphones. The thing with this purchase though, is that it was a necessity. In the last year, my 2 best pair of headphones have broken. I also have little baby mouse ears, which don't fit the stadard sized headphones that <i>Apple</i> practically gives away like candy. I had been borrowing Christine's headphones, but they really just hurt too much to always have to use. And so, this purchase was a necessity. Unfortunately, I could only find one place on my whole 2 hour long walk that sold headphones:<i> Urban Outfitters</i>. And that meant that my headphones were expensive. Stylish! but, expensive.<br />
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</div>Now I am sitting in the common room, eating my microwavable Indian food (cauliflower, fennel, potatoes, tomatoes, in a spicy saag sauce) and browsing the internet. Good day.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-29124270641502658782010-09-18T12:49:00.000-07:002010-09-18T12:49:56.213-07:00London: Days 13-17<b>Lock Tavern</b><br />
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<div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body"><div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content">Before ever even coming to London I fantasized about what it would be like to have "my place", i.e. my own pub, bar, boozer etc. I kind of imagined it being like <i>The Winchester</i> in <b>Shaun of the Dead</b> where you have a tab and the bartender knows your name and your drink of choice and you only have to walk around the corner from your flat to get there. I've come to discover, that this doesn't really exist unless you're a seedy old guy in a seedy part of town. Especially in the hoity toity neighborhood where we are. Most of the pubs are uptight or have creepy bartenders or are super expensive and touristy. However, even though I do not have the exact "my place" experience, I still think I have found <u>A</u> place that I really enjoy going to. This place is called <i>The Lock Tavern</i> and we totally came across it by accident on our second day here. It truly is an awesome place, though a little bit expensive. On Thursday Christine, Fornwald, Pat, Chris and I went to a free DJ session by <b>Mumford and Sons</b> at "our place." It was actually pretty fun. They played pretty popular music and even though not a whole lot of people were dancing, we still danced and had fun. Also, apparently <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNxar07_9YA">Laura Marling</a> was there (though I didn't see her) because she is dating one of the guys in the band. I LOVE LAURA MARLING. </div></div><br />
<b>High Tea</b><br />
I saw my childhood friend Layla twice this week. She really is quite a character. The first time we met up we just walked around my neighborhood and ate sandwiches. But the second time we hung out I met her in her neighborhood to go back to <i>Bea's of Bloomsbury</i>. Once again, delicious scones and tea.<br />
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<b>Notting Hill</b><br />
Walked around Notting Hill today with Caitlin and Christine after a failed attempt to go to a friend;s rugby match and a second failed attempt to experience London's Open House event (basically a lot of archtectural structures are open for free to the public one weekend a year). We took photos in phone booths, ate gelato, browsed book shops, and explored <i>Marks & Spencer. Marks & Spence</i>r has the NICEST packaging ever. We ended up finding these really interesting wines and cheeses. My wine is called Lemony <i>White Spicy Mulled Wine Zesty Fragrant</i> and it is recommended that you serve it warm with a slice of orange. Tonight we're going to attempt to dress fancy and have a wine and cheese tasting by the Thames river...but knowing us, we'll probably just drink wine and eat cheese in our pajamas while watching British television.<br />
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<b>Archangel</b><br />
Last night we attempted to go out to a club with other people from our program for the first time. And it was actually pretty fun! The club was right around the corner from our flat and they played pretty good music and we just had a crazy dance party for a few hours. However, when I say they played pretty good music I mean they played music that I liked to rock out to in middle/high school, i.e. Panic! at the Disco, Blink-182, Something Corporate etc. But those DJ ladies looked at me like a crazy person when I went to request bands like Outkast, Major Lazer, Dexy's Midnight Runners, and Bon Jovi. HELLO!? Best bands to dance to EVER.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It must seem like I go out and drink all the time according to this blog, but I assure you that this is not the case. I am more of a dancing machine than a beer guzzler. </div>Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-29241027929603963582010-09-17T04:21:00.000-07:002010-09-17T04:21:29.547-07:00LONDON: Personal Reflections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghwuRa13eRNDktlqwKPU3PWofREIDqoZH_Kg5RhYsgOReKnmPMv-Ste32rusREYZ2kG2t2IDtb3gAE0vSLdhz-DmkLCKSice8h8mTyPwSaRsjPdAYW-XsZyHU5GnhpBsS5WGrYRlDrwbU/s1600/60819_1615518551319_1336980063_1660996_3949853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghwuRa13eRNDktlqwKPU3PWofREIDqoZH_Kg5RhYsgOReKnmPMv-Ste32rusREYZ2kG2t2IDtb3gAE0vSLdhz-DmkLCKSice8h8mTyPwSaRsjPdAYW-XsZyHU5GnhpBsS5WGrYRlDrwbU/s320/60819_1615518551319_1336980063_1660996_3949853_n.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(This is a pensive post, so here is a pensive picture of me near the London Eye/Big Ben.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Everyone kept telling me, "Oh London! How wonderful! You're never going to forget this experience!" But I never really thought about how much I was going to reflect on this experience or how it will indeed be something I never forget. I mostly just thought about how much fun I was going to have. Lately I have had more time for reflection on the matter. <br />
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Since coming to London, I've been feeling a little disconnected from everyone else. Not just native Londoners but even from my close friends in the program. I wasn't quite sure why. I blamed jet lag and culture shock. But those things are behind me now, for the most part. Maybe I was just being too judgmental or over thinking things. I didn't really want to meet new people on my own because it had been so long since I had had to make that effort. These days, my mutual friends introduce people to one another! But in London, I have no mutual friends outside the program and I wanted to meet some real Londoners. But I found people didn't want to come and talk to me unless I already knew them. Was I being standoffish? Do I look mean? I went on my <em>artist's date</em> yesterday and decided to think about things. An artist's date is an assignment for my Creativity and Innovation class. It is where you take 2 hours ut of your day to just be by yourself and explore your inner-self while exploring the city... I realized that I really like to be by myself. Mostly this consists of me sitting around the house in my pajamas while everyone else is out doing things. But for my artist's date I decided to get out of pajamas and walk down the street to check out the local library. I ended up spending about 4 hours there reading, browsing, signing up for a library card (it has dinosaurs on it!) etc. And while I was there I kept thinking about the past 2 weeks. I realized that as a New Yorker and Philadelphian, I naturally give off "don't come near me" vibes as a survival mechanism. As a 4'11 girl in a big city, you need survival mechanisms! And by having this natural inclination to appear unapproachable, I was appearing unapproachable. So I made the conscious decision right then and there to be more approachable. And it worked! When I came back from the Library I sat with some of the girls from my flat who I don't usually talk to and we had some pretty fun conversations. And later that night I went out with some friends and a couple of real Londoners struck up conversations with us! It was a small step for me! By the time this trip is over I will have created a built in switch in my brain that will allow me to be approachable or unapproachable at will.<br />
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There are still many things to think about and questions to ask. For instance, I'm here with some of my closest friends from home. Would this experience be better if I was going solo and had to meet all new people? I'm in an English speaking country, would the experience be more fulfilling if I were to attempt to learn a foreign language? I am currently in a serious relationship back at home. Would I be enjoying myself more or less if I were single? <br />
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Whenever I ask myself those questions, I always have to remind myself that everything happens for a reason. I am in London right now because I am supposed to be here. It is a good city to be in and to learn how to live in it. It is good to be away from the people you love because it makes you love them even more. At this point I don't know if I want to learn to fit in or stand out (though I have been asked for directions 3 times now, so I guess I look like a native). 3 months isn't a whole lot of time to become a full on Londoner, so why try too hard to fit in when I can just be myself and do my thing? I just want to have fun and enjoy myself this semester. When the homesickness comes and all I want is to be cozy and warm in my bed from home while my cats crawl all over me, I will just travel! I already have plans to go to Amsterdam with my roommates and even 1 new friend from our flat. And when Adam visits in 35 days/11 hours/45 minutes, we're going to Paris! And there are possible trips to Germany and Italy somewhere over the next few months. I'm fighting homesickness and despair with my natural born wanderlust. It's going to be awesome.<br />
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So I guess what I've learned so far is that every experience is determined by your own attitude when going into it. I am deciding to have a good time while I'm here. That doesn't mean I have to have a good time <em>all</em> the time. But I am going to have the best time I can have overall because it's my decision to have the best time.Keiran McCannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00484759051747187297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726854565203840931.post-75740153475349464852010-09-14T06:14:00.000-07:002010-09-14T06:14:15.007-07:00Photobooth Pics: London Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxvkh31Y7v8qceDlk02524knKvuKX45kfx9VV93bP6YAyUYmCTsLz00cjQY51_2UmTBq6GayNKz8uRA4nug1WgZG3UwakKB0Xikx0lsjXs8oTlVveVzovfzbbV3pzP_P9WifBnsq-8Xw/s1600/Photo+191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxvkh31Y7v8qceDlk02524knKvuKX45kfx9VV93bP6YAyUYmCTsLz00cjQY51_2UmTBq6GayNKz8uRA4nug1WgZG3UwakKB0Xikx0lsjXs8oTlVveVzovfzbbV3pzP_P9WifBnsq-8Xw/s320/Photo+191.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Us being pretty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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