My greatest hope for the future history of the United States has to be World Peace. Not the basketball player, and not the pageant answer, but honestly world peace. I used to say that was all that I wanted for christmas as a little kid (yes I was a strange little kid) or maybe I was just too optimistic. Whatever the reason, I hope for there to be peace in our world. More so than anything. Although I do have more of a realistic take on the world now, I want there to come a time when each country has reached attainable peace. By this I mean to say that no, the world may not be perfect, but if everyone believed that we could all work towards world peace, then there’s a chance it just might happen. I am not saying we all have to be best friends and get along hunky dory, but we need to express tolerance. Tolerance amongst different religions, different races, and different cultures. Just because you don’t agree with someone or someone’s way of life, does not mean that hatred and violence should be your go-to reaction. If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it. This is probably the best piece of advice I have ever been given and hope to pass this along to the world at large. It’s much easier to be nice or keep your mouth shut, than it is to cause a fight. No one likes bruised hands anyway.
Meanwhile….Back in “murica.
Anyone who has been abroad will understand the following reverse culture shock:
1. Why isn’t there a night bus to take me home??
2. Since when is walking around eating food not acceptable? …They do it in Europe all the time!
3. Remembering the names of certain people I met prior to abroad is a modern day “Memory Game”, and I suck at it..
4. The closest thing to kiosk alcohol is 4 lokos. (This can’t be right…)
5. All of the new lingo people have created since being gone, is almost as hard as learning German. Almost.
6. WHY DON’T PEOPLE NAP HERE? FYI: Siestas are a real thing, America.
7. No one looks up from their phones, ever. There have to be more pedestrian related accidents than EVER.
8. Döner. Pom Döner. Enough said.
Needless to say, I have not yet adjusted to life back home. I don’t know the socially acceptable behavior like I used to…but TBH (new acronym, meaning: to be honest that I just learned) I don’t really care.
Prost to this strange continuum called re-acclimation. Anybody?
Nope? Just me.
Check out my sister getting note-worthy attention :D
Originally posted on ART-LIT GEEK:
Because I live under a large pile of books (the results of a recent Amazon book-buying binge), I failed to notice that Art-Lit Geek got a nod from the Tired of London, Tired of Life blog about my conversation with Peter Ho, the owner of Clerkenwell Tales in London. On May 16, 2013, the blog named their one thing to do that day in London as “Buy books at Clerkenwell Tales” and used a quote from my interview with Ho to help characterize the owner and the feel of the bookshop. I’m flattered and excited that Tired of London, Tired of Life has noticed my little blogging endeavor! Click the link above to see their entry.
I believe that today is Christmas morning, or felt like it when I looked out my window and saw a faint little sheet of frostiness covering everything. I’m not quite sure what it was, but I believe it’s a precursor to REAL LIVE SNOW!!!!!
I can’t wait!!
Even though snow and ice are terribly dangerous things for me to interact with, I can’t help but be excited if I could see real snow fall!!
For now though, this lovely frost will do :D
My sister came to me! My sister came to me!
I can’t tell you how excited I was to see her. I’m so thankful that (even if it was for a short time) that she came to see everything my life has been about for the past 3 months. Not only that, but she graced the silver screen for part of my documentary. (see if you can find her ;) )
Anyways, I tried to make sure that she had the full experience in a nutshell while she was here.
(Ain’t she purdy?) :D
Then, of course, and for her first time as well as mine we just HAD to go out on the town until 7 am. Somebody had to do it, and so we took one for the team. This picture is a good summation. Note the high angle shot and foggy interior. (clearly I am a film major..HA)
We went on a few other adventures to the Kunstmuseum, extra dry, james joyce, the cathedral, the Botanische gartens, we pretty much hit it all.
Becoming educated and stuff…
I leave you with these wise words of the cocktail bar with which we discovered a plethora of amazing drinks.
My awesome host family introduced us to a feast where you get your own grill! It wouldn’t be complete without me burning my arm on one. Now I will be scarred of the magical tasting food and wonderful people for the rest of my life…I think I can handle that.
Chaos city and tequila sunsets please!
And a good sister always embraces your crazy ideas..I couldn’t have asked for a better one.
(Behind the scenes photos courtesy of Michael Laubsch)
I only have about one more shooting day left of my documentary and I’m so excited!!
It feels good and yet at the same time, I’m so nervous that I won’t have everything that I need when I get into editing. I’m hoping that it turns out at least somewhat like I had envisioned, but at the end of the day I’m the only one I really have to impress.
Sounds simple, but I’m literally my worst critic, as most people are. The painting will never be complete to me.
However, I did have a blast shooting in my host family’s study and I’m very lucky and happy that they were willing to be a part of this chaotic process.
As editing begins, I hope I can produce something that will make them proud && understand my love of guacamole…alright, alright…my obsession with guacamole.