Saturday, April 28, 2007
I went to see this amazing play on Leanne's birthday...

Porgy and Bess is an opera with music by George Gershwin, libretto by DuBose Heyward, and lyrics by Ira Gershwin and Heyward. It was based on Heyward's novel Porgy and the play of the same name that he co-wrote with his wife Dorothy. All three works deal with African American life in the fictitious Catfish Row in Charleston, South Carolina in the early 1930s.

Originally conceived by Gershwin as an "American folk opera," Porgy and Bess premiered in New York in the fall of 1935 and featured an entire cast of classically trained African-American singers — a daring and visionary artistic choice at the time. Incorporating a wealth of blues and jazz idioms into the classical art form of opera, Gershwin considered it his finest work, but it was not widely accepted in the United States as a legitimate opera until 1976 when the Houston Grand Opera production of his complete score (followed nine years later by its Metropolitan Opera premiere) established it as an artistic triumph. The work is now considered part of the standard operatic repertoire and is regularly performed internationally. "Summertime" is by far the best-known piece from the work, and countless interpretations of this and other individual numbers have also been recorded and performed. The opera is admired for Gershwin's innovative synthesis of European orchestral techniques with American jazz and folk music idioms. Porgy and Bess tells the story of Porgy, a crippled black man living in the slums of Charleston, South Carolina, and his attempts to rescue Bess from the clutches of Crown, her pimp, and Sportin' Life, the drug dealer.


So I was sitting with my girls enjoying this wonderful play at the Savoy Theatre off of the Holborn tube station on the Central line. I left work in a rush just to make the tube and walked what seemed like 2 miles to get to the theatre in boots that started kicking my ass after the first block. The seat was uncomfortable with absolutely no leg room. I was also cramping up a storm. By the time the break arrived I was emotionally wowed and physically drained. Right before the actors came back onto the stage this little white man interrupted a conversation I was having with Olivia. The FIRST question out of his mouth 'I was wondering how you felt about the play so far from a black perspective?' WHHHHHHHAAAATTTT!!!!

So the gentleman and I exchanged a couple of sentences before he left to go back to his seat. Basically I asked him why he would want my perspective. He felt that I could relate to the play because of the characters being black and from Leanne's perspective...my being American was also a factor. The added bonus was that I was the only black person in our section of the theatre. There might have been some in a different section, but they were probably too far away for him to bother. I explained to him that I could have come from the same cultural background as he did. Just because I am the same race as the characters does not mean that I understand their background. I asked him how he liked the play so far as a white man. He said that there were things that he did not understand.

My issue with this conversation (this is for yall folks out there that are curious) was his initiation of the conversation. There was no 'excuse me' or 'hi how are you doing...it sounds like you're from the States...' instead he rudely interrupted the conversation I was having with a friend. There was also no lead up to his conversation. Also, I was sitting next to 4 other Americans, who could have provided him with some information. Do yall know the people around congratulated me on the way I handled the situation. OK. Anyway, I am fed up with thinking about the situation that dampened the second act for me.

and my feet still hurt.

 
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Sunday, April 22, 2007
I am on page 75 of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and let's just say that I have remarked several times to my only child syndrome self 'I am doing that...that is sooo true.' These moments have been sparked by the last 74 pages. This book is amazing and I have asked by flatmates if it could become my personal copy, rather than hold up the bookshelf in the livingroom. It seems that at least 56 million other folks (according to the back cover) were interested enough to purchase it. We received it as a housewarming gift.

I have talked a lot about the anxiety that I felt moving out here but never felt that I could find someone that could truly understand my feelings. So far this book has allowed me to finally relinquish the anxiety and realize that I am actuating my dreams. Essentially bringing it to reality. There are people in life that are happy with how their lives are going and see no need for it to change. They may have a dream to do something, but are unwilling to see it through because they fear they will either have nothing left to dream about or that it will not live up to their expectations. This dream to move to a foreign country only came to fruition within the last couple of years due to the types of friends I have acquired. I think about a friend from grad school that is out in Macedonia working for the Peace Corps, an acquaintance in France that is a teacher, the other recruits that came over with me, the folks that I have met in England that have come from Italy or Africa and The Critter that did his trip around the world. Little did I know the type of longstanding affect that this move would have on my life. I have said it moreso recently, that coming here was the best gift I could have ever given myself. I get the average British person thinking that i am crazy for leaving Los Angeles or Houston to come to a country that they are fed up with. I always explain that if you have lived somewhere for the majority of your life and have a twinge of wanderlust then a decision like my own would seem predictable. But that is not always true, is it?

Okay that is my ramble for now...read the book.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
So I think I have mentioned that the refrigerators in this country are small. In fact they are a little bigger than the type of fridge that you would find in a college dorm room. The ripple effect would mean that grocery products would have to be smaller/narrower. The pic to the left is the container that British milk comes in. Although it is more rectangular in shape which is hard to see from the picture. The American milk jug is over to the right.


I found a picture of a typical British fridge...see the milk container. That is what I mean by it being rectangular/narrow!





In my kitchen I have a fridge that is only waist high. We do have a freezer but is not located in the kitchen. Some folks have washing machines in their kitchen. Dryers appear to be a luxury. You would think that everyone would have a dryer, considering typical weather conditions. Nope, they own drying racks or hang their clothes on a line outside or dry them on the heater.

They are right when they say Brits drink a lot of tea, as well as coffee. I was quite pleased to have been offered tea and coffee at a beauty salon while getting my nails done. I am not talking a posh shop either, just a run of the mill local shop. I only paid 25 pounds for my manicure/pedicure. By the way, 'posh' is a British term. Think Posh Spice, but I don't know which came first...the word or Mrs. Beckham. I do believe that her hubby is cute as hell, but she needs to eat.

Okay, back on topic. Please note that Brits do not have time or space for a coffee maker. So most coffee is instant. They do have a wonderful appliance with one click of a button your water is heated within a 1-2 minutes flat.


Conservatories. What do you think when you hear that word? I always thought of astronomy (observatory). It seems all the rage for homeowners outside of London to add on a conservatory to their home. I think it would be considered a sun room in the States. I might be wrong.
I have been almost 8 months so I forgetting some of my American terminology. Nonetheless, here are some pics I found on the internet. The conservatories that I have seen are not has wel decorated as this one.










See yall later...

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