Sunday, December 9, 2012

The British Invasion: British and American Music Part 1

Okay, this post is a bit self indulgent, but i think some of you, at least--particularly those of you from my generation--will find it fun.

My wife Maggie and my daughter Ruby are here, now, visiting me.  We were driving in the car today from Whitby--which I have others interesting things about which to say--and I started naming all of the musicians in my iTunes, cd, tapes, and record collection--yes, actual tapes used in a tape player and records with a turntable and the whole thing--who are British.

Wow!  I was amazed that, other than jazz and blues--which are obviously American--and French and classical music, most of the people to whom I listen are British.  Here is a quick list:

Genesis
Pink Floyd
Kinks
The Beatles
Led Zepplin
Rolling Stones
The Smiths
The Cure
Steve Crosby
Peter Gabriel
Radiohead
King Crimson
Sade
Nick Drake
Cat Stevens
Seal
Yardbirds
Jeff Beck
Van Morrison
Queen
David Bowie
Motorhead
Iron Maiden
Eric Clapton
Cream
The Who
Elton John
Yes
ELO
Emerson Lake and Palmer
Roxy Music
Kate Bush
Phil Collins
Black Sabbath
Def Leppard
Paul Rogers and Bad Company
Duran Duran
Robert Palmer
The Clash
Sex Pistols
Elvis Costello
The Police
Sting
Cars
Adam and the Ants
Everything but the Girl
Eurythmics
File:Morrissey-SXSW2006.jpgDire Straits
Wham--common, I like them, okay
Power Station
Cocteau Twins
Tears for Fears
Adele
Coldplay--but only the first two albums, ugh after that
David Grey
Portishead
And, last but certainly not least, U2

That is the best I can do off the top of my head.  Try it yourself and see if you are similarly influenced.























Saturday, December 8, 2012

This train is headed for

I am traveling on the train in anywhere northern England when the announcer for the train comes on the loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, This is the train to northern England with stops at:




Bishop Auckland
Hartlepool
Tea Side
Cocks Wallow
Cocksure
Tweed
The town of Pity Me
Affpuddle
America
Apes Dale
Arpafeelie
Balls Cross
Barton in the Beans
Beer
Bummers Hill
Buttock Point
Clatter
Clock Face
Cold Blow
Cuckoo's Nest
Dull
Eccup
Four Forks
Friendly
Gog Magog Hills
Golden Balls
Gweek
Halfpenny
Hole in the Wall
Inkpen
Land of Nod
Lickey End
Lost
Nasty
Ramsbottom
Rotten Bottom
Seething
The Bastard
Titty Ho
Turdees
and Ugley....

Very funny









Wednesday, December 5, 2012

News, News and More News

I am sitting at home in the states.  It is any old night.  I decide, against my better judgement, to turn on the television and see what is on the evening news.  All of the news stations, at least through my cable provider, are clumped together.  I pull up the menu.  There is fox news--okay, I am not watching that.  Then there is MSNBC--again, I am definitely not watching that.  Next down the line is CNN.  Okay, a bit of CNN is good.  But, a lot of it is starting to look more and more like the other two stations I mentioned.  CSPAN comes next: they were running 24 hours of real-time footage of an ant nest.  I was not interested in going into a coma, so I turned it off.  Next was the evening news with NBC or CBS.  ugh!  And then, to make matters worse, I arrived at the local news.

Local news, how should I describe it.  Here is one way.  I decided that night to watch the news, not realizing the post-traumatic stress disorder I would suffer for the next week.  For the next half hour they made my local town, Cleveland Ohio, sound like it was sin city, filled with the worst sort of political, economic, and moral depravity known to humanity.  And, on top of it, they kept telling me a snow storm was coming; but i had to wait 20 minutes to find out--in fact, that is how they went to everyone commercial.

"....So, that leaves ten dead and twenty more bodies to be found.  Back to you Jed." 
"Well, folks, what a weather storm we have headed your way.  Find out if you will you wake up dead tomorrow, in a snow drift, with half your leg eaten away by best friend.  THIS IS CHANNEL FIVE NEWS!"  

"Ohhhh my god," I started screaming.  I told my wife and daughter what might happen and phoned my family and friends; they all came over our house and we hid in the basement until the commercials were over, wondering what the weather folks would reveal.

Actually, my daughter was sitting next to me, streaming, in real-time, on her iphone, ipad and ipod touch both the weather and the latest news from all over the world, so I turned off the TV and decided to drink vodka instead.

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Switch to Dusseldorf Germany.  Same sort of any old night.  I am in my hotel room and decide, against my better judgement, to turn on the television and see what is on the evening news.  All of the news stations, at least through my hotel's cable provider, are clumped together.  I pull up the menu.

I suddenly realize, I am not in Ohio anymore.  WOW!  On the television is BBC News, BBC Parliament, BBC World News,  Al Jazeera English, Al Jazeera French, then there was Euronews and a handful of German news stations, then a handful of French news stations.  I could not believe it!

Of course, don't get me wrong.  In the UK, for example, they love tabloid news; and one of the widest circulating tabloids in Europe is the German newspaper, Bild.  But, Europeans have a much clearer sense of the difference between tabloid and real news.  Tabloid is for fun; news is for information.

In the states, however, the boundary line has all but disappeared.  As an example, tabloid news is actually called alternative news--what does that mean?--as if the purpose of these tabloids is to offer a discerning public genuine news alternatives.  I could go on.  you get my point.

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Back in the states again...  This time, however, I do not even bother.  Instead, I turn off my television, turn on my computer, pour myself a vodka, and do something novel.  I decide to read a book.














Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Bill Bryson and I Agree: Durham is a Fantastic Place

Last night i got to listen to a lecture, here at Durham University, by one of my travel heroes, Bill Bryson.

Who is Bryson, some of you may say?  My god, you sad, sad people.  It is clear that you neither read travel literature nor consider yourself a worthy member of the human race; and clearly you are not at all, in any sense of the word, British--as you would know him--and so you are deserving of a right and proper flogging.

Well, truth be told, Bill Bryson is actually American (from Des Moines, Iowa).  But, in his defense, he has spent most of his adult life in the UK, in a small town called Wramplingham (population 110), which is about four hours southeast of Durham University.

Bill Bryson A Walk In The Woods.jpg Bryson is also, perhaps, one of the most famous human being alive to walk a good chunk of the Appalachian Trail--it, is, after all, really long and nobody in their right mind walks the whole thing.  Most important, Byrson completed his walk without being eaten by a bear and therefore lived to write A Walk in the Woods.

He is also famous for writing an additional list of incredibly humorous and wonderfully self-deprecating travel books, including In A Sun Burned Country (about Australia); I'm a Stranger Here Myself (about moving back to the states after living in the UK for twenty years); and, Notes From a Small Island, which is about his travels throughout England. 

Wdogart.jpgIn terms of his humor and insight into some of the wonderful absurdities of the human condition, I think that, for social scientists, Byrson is the equivalent of the natural science's humorist, Gary Larson.

A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill BrysonSpeaking of science, Byrson also wrote the very useful book, A Short History of Nearly Everything: a popular science review of what scientists have to say (circa 2003) about the universe, our planet, and how we, as humans, managed to not get eaten long enough to create late night television.  I have, in the past, recommend this book to my students as a good primer.  As a taste, click here to listen to an interview with Bryson about his book.       
 
Finally, and most relevant to my time here at Durham, Bryson was University Chancellor from 2005 to 2010.  In fact, that is why he was at Durham this past week.  They dedicated the new library in his name--click here to read a bit on his work at Durham.  I think this was just right.  As the Dutch philosopher, Kierkegaard pointed out, humor is one of the highest forms of communion we have with our fellow beings.


Anyway, for his evening lecture, Bryson decided to make a few comments and read a few stories on traveling, his time at Durham University, and life in general.  I want to share a few of the things that impressed me the most.  Also, I am sharing these insights for selfish reasons: Bryson said that, every time he says something nice about Durham, they bring him back.  So, hey, did I tell you all how much I really like it here?

First, as I have posted elsewhere, he reiterated something Americans really need to consider.  Europeans really know how to have fun.  I mean it, they really do.  As an example, remember that picture of the students at Durham passing me along to the Dining hall at Castle? (Look to your right.)

Now, mind you, when Bryson says Durham knows how to have fun, he is not talking about partying.  (Although, in all fairness, the recent edition of the Durham University Student Paper was depressed over its standings in the new British poll on per-capita drinking at UK universities.)  No, what Bryson was talking about is having fun.   The students here work hard, but they also play hard.  As an example, Durham has no theater program.  And yet, since I've been here, I have seen several plays, including Peter Schaffer’s Lettice and Lovage and Molière's Tartuffe--all performed at an incredibly high level.  And, I have seen some great music, including Mozart's Requiem, performed in the Cathedral.

Also, twice a week, here in castle, they have formals, where everyone gets together and has dinner and drinks (See upper right picture).  For my students in the states, who I am sure are wondering, yes the drinking age here is 18.  Damn, the students in Castle even have their own bar and karaoke machine.  In fact, I sang Loverboy's Turn Me Loose at the top of my lungs until the students kicked me out.  Common, they're a Canadian band!  To the right is what permanently happened to one student's face upon hearing me sing.

Second, the students at Durham University put a lot of time into social causes, charities, and so forth.  I cannot tell you how many times I have walked across the campus, or through the town market to find students raising money for this or that event.  In fact, some students even set themselves up on the street, wearing signs that say, "Give me Money to Go to Such and Such a Place to Help People."  I thought it was an interesting con at first, until I realized these kids were serious--or, at least I hope so, cause I gave them a considerable amount of my British coins.

Third, the students are thinking about the environment and our global future.  For example, I saw the world-famous sociologist, Anthony Giddens speak on the environment and our ecological future.  My students should be familiar with Giddens, as he wrote the Intro to Soc textbook you use.  I even asked Giddens a question, so that, upon returning to Ashtabula, Ohio, I can be a rock star.  See, they taped his lecture.  Click here and go to 52 minutes.  The only problem is that my question is a real "Debby Downer."  In fact, people moved away from me after I asked it.

Bryson has also been moved by the student's social consciousness.  During his lecture he read a very funny bit about flying in a twin-engine plane and running headlong into a major storm and almost dying.  His travels through Kenya were on behalf of the CARE organization, which students at Durham got him involved in.  It is a very cool place here.

Finally, Bryson, prompted by a student's question, ended with some lessons for life--seven, I think, in total.  Here is my best memory of them.  First, he said, be happy.  Life is too short and, particularly for those of us in the middle class, we live a pretty privileged life.  I forgot the second and third.  The fourth was buy all of his books in hardcover as soon as they come out.  The fifth was, do not come up behind people and scare them.  No matter what you think, it is not funny and you should be shot. Sixth was something about killing anyone who littered.  And seventh had something to do with making the world a better place; or maybe it was about drinking; I cannot remember, but you get the point.

What a great night and what a great place.  I cannot believe I only have two weeks left here.      











 
 

  





























Saturday, November 24, 2012

Don't Stand So Close to Me-


You know that song by the British rock band, the Police?  Don't stand, don't stand so.  Don't stand so close to me.

Well, I find myself suddenly bursting into this melody in various crowd situations here in the U.K. and the rest of Europe.

"Why?," you say.  It's their sense of social space; it's just so much smaller and more condensed than ours is in the states.  And, it's funny, because you wouldn't think such a thing would be that big of a deal, right?  In fact, some of you are probably reading this thinking, "Yeah, yeah, yeah...  sure, Europeans are more comfortable walking around like sardines in a can.  So what?"

Well, let me just give you a recent example.  The above photo is a picture of me, as I attempted last week to make my way across the garden to the Dining Hall.  To be fair, it did end well, as a couple of really athletic students lifted me and another professor up so they could body-pass us across a few hundred students to the front of the line, simply because they like me so much and think professors should get their meals first.  In fact, as I passed over, I had quite a lovely chat with several people who were holding hands and singing "kumbaya my lord."

For the luv of whatever your god, stop standing so close to me....

Personal Space Deconstructed

Here is a typical walk in provincial Europe, particularly here in northern England:

1.  To begin, you've got single lane roads and pathways, which are treated as if there is plenty enough room for cars and pedestrians and wildlife.

2. Next, you've got garden-walls and town-corners and hedgerows everywhere, just high enough so that even me, a six foot American, cannot see over them.

3. Then, you've got these Brits, who thoroughly enjoy walking into each other.  They're like heat-seeking missiles: you do all you can to evade them, but it is to no avail---t minus 3 seconds to target---then, bam! suddenly a mob of college girls slam into you, looking at you like its your fault.

4.  And, don't forget the cars, all driving on the wrong side of the road, taking any angle possible to come as close to you, the pedestrian, as possible.  In fact, it's so dangerous crossing streets here that they have taken to writing on the sidewalks LOOK LEFT or LOOK RIGHT.  And, let us not forget the advice of the nice young Brit at the car rental place, "If it looks like they are going to hit you, stop!  Because they will."

5.  Now, add to all of this an amazingly close sense of personal space and you've got a recipe for disaster for someone, like me, who is paranoid enough to be begin with.  Here is what Wikipedia has to say about the issue
 
Body contact and personal space in the United States shows considerable similarities to that in northern and central European regions, such as Germany, the Benelux, Scandinavia and the United Kingdom. The main difference is, however, that Americans like to keep more open space in between themselves and their conversation partners (roughly 4 feet (1.2 m) compared to 2 to 3 feet (0.6–0.9 m) in Europe). Greeting rituals tend to be the same in these regions and in the United States, consisting of minimal body contact which often is confined to a simple handshake.



My Atlas Needs to Shrugged


I have to say, though, something significant is lost in the states, with our protected public sense of boundaries--particularly amongst professional and upper-class Americans, with our big lawns, lonely parking lots, drive-to-get-there culture, and our private sense of enjoying ourselves.

To me the loss is simple enough to summarize: we struggle to have and share fun in public and to have nothing to do but have fun.

In the states, the only time people have fun together in public is at a formal event--with a clear sense of when something begins and ends.  We consider someone really hip if their invitation to a party says something like, "7:00pm until whenever!"

"Really, do you think they mean that?,"  I often find myself thinking, "Should we take them up on it?  Well, probably not, because, after a few drinks one of us has to got to drive the rest of us home."  No fun.

It makes me think of Gogol Bordello, a largely eastern European, gypsy punk band from the lower east side of NYC in the States.  They have this song called American Wedding--click here to listen to it, as it absolutely rocks!  The lyrics go like this:

Have you ever been to American wedding?
Where is the vodka, where's marinated herring?
Where is the supply that gonna last three days?
Where is the band that like Fanfare.
Gonna keep it goin' 24 hours



In the song they go on about how all the proper couples need to be getting home and how the whole thing just winds down.  The lead singer is lost; he cannot understand why.  Then he realizes, in the end:


I understand the cultures
Of a different kind
But here word celebration
Just doesn't come to mind


Bottom line: The Brits and much of Europe are much, much better at having fun together in public: sitting around; having a few beers on the train; families picnicking and kids running around all over the place; all well ordered albeit highly nonlinear to the American eye; everyone laughing and talking and walking into each other and just having fun.


Here, for example, is a video and some pictures of people having an absolute blast in Dusseldorf.  It is a Sunday afternoon, not a single department or specialty store is open in the down-town--which, mind you, is lined with the top fashion stores one finds throughout the world--and yet the whole place is filled with people, for no good reason, eating and drinking and laughing and walking into each other like very, very happy sardines--check out, for example, the massive amount of wonderful meat I ate.



It is a hard pill for me, as a professional class, mid-western American, to swallow....



But,... I know what I am going to do when I get back to the states.

Yes, I know exactly what I am going to do.

I am going to start walking into everyone, and, when they get mad, which I know they will, I will start singing at the top of my lungs:

Where is the vodka, where's marinated herring?
Where is the supply that gonna last three days?
Where is the band that like Fanfare.
Gonna keep it goin' 24 hours....