Saturday, November 19, 2011

BLC—British Life and Culture Course

LONDON
I’m teaching a full load this term in addition to my part-time occupation of “tourist.”  One of the classes I’m responsible for, British Life and Culture, is really a lecture course organized by AIFS staff.  My colleagues and I are only required to set and evaluate the assignments.   


Every Wednesday afternoon we have a lecture on a different topic from British history to the media, the education system, Parliament, British Art, etc.  Peter, Lily and Abby are “auditing” the class; that is, they attend every lecture and field trip offered, and so far the lectures have all been fascinating.   


Our primary lecturer is a British sociologist named Justin Lorentzen.   He’s middle aged, with thinning silver hair and thick black reading glasses.  He has a rather discursive, languid lecture style, but he’s quite engaging.  Rather than focusing on dates and events, he asks us to consider themes and trends.  He punctuates his talks with a few key ideas and often asks the students for their observations or their views on American vs. British culture.  The students appear to really enjoy theses exchanges.  Last week he feigned no knowledge of the American education system, so they eagerly filled him in.  They share their opinions about British sports, transportation and nightlife.  Somehow, they seem more open with Justin, whom they see only in a large lecture hall weekly, than with their American instructors whom they encounter almost daily.


This is the course that took us on a walking tour to see the Olympic Park, to visit the BBC, the Globe Theater, and to tour Parliament.  This past Wednesday we learned about the Tate Modern Art Museum, moved to an abandoned and re-furbished power plant about 10 years ago.  Afterwards, we visited the Tate ourselves and pondered the accessibility of modern and contemporary art to the public.  My favorite exhibit there this fall is a “sculpture” of handcrafted porcelain sunflower seeds by Chinese dissident artist Ai Wei Wei.  It’s a statement about resisting propaganda and a testament to the resilience of individuals during the Cultural Revolution.  Would I have understood this without reading the commentary on it?  I’m not sure.  I also like an installation by a Spanish artist of a polyester red staircase hanging from the gallery ceiling.  I’m not sure what this installation “means” either, but it was both intriguing and thought provoking.  Our final lecture next week will be on Britain’s international relations followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum.


Wendy and Paul, my fellow instructors from California, and I meet weekly with the AIFS director to check in on our students and plan the organization of the Life and Culture course.  The students write and submit journal entries—many of which seem hastily finished without much thought, though a few are honest an introspective reflections on experiences—and take infrequent quizzes on the lectures and reading.  I gave the quiz last week on the topics of education, class and the media.  Most of them did know the difference between public and state schools in Britain (the first being private and the second public) but many were confused about the difference between tabloid newspapers like The Sun (a Rupert Murdoch paper) and The Daily Mirror vs. “broadsheets” or serious news reported in The Guardian or the London Times


The last and biggest assignment is a group project on a topic of their choice.  Predictably, several groups are “investigating” London nightlife (i.e.,  pub crawls not theater), food, the Underground. Some more unusual topics proposed  include Guy Fawkes, gargoyles in British churches, street performances, and British politics during the Thatcher era.  

Beth






My Chocolate :)

LONDON
Wouldn't it be lovely if the world was made of chocolate? Well, maybe not, but recently it seems as if chocolate is the main focus of Europe. Everywhere we've been there have been more sweet and chocolate shops than the average number of chocolate bars a person consumes in their life time. 

To find out the reason, of course, posed a potentially vital and very interesting socialogical study, so I decided to take it on.
So far we've been to BerlinParis and London so I can tell you my ratings and my opinions on what each place has to offer chocolate-wise.
      
In Berlin one may think of plain German chocolate bars, but the most common form of chocolate there is baked into their scrummy cakes. We tried their chocolate tart which was creamy and rich, sugary at first tase and leaving you stuffed. For those who enjoy coffee, we also got to try a very light and fluffy mocha cake which was very sweet had a more airy flavor. Both these cakes gave us some fascinating insight on German culture; for instance the chocolate there is sweeter and more milky chocolate and not just straight up cocoa beans like the American Trader Joe's 70% chocolate bar.
Sideways photo of sweet shop-Paris
In Paris we found chocolate in its highest art. One of the chocolate shops we visited had a tantalizing chocolate fountain and delicate little truffles for almost €10 per gram. At another chocolate shop called Angelina we had the famous "African Hot Chocolate." This hot cocoa put Swiss Miss (my preferred instant brand) to immediate shame. It was so rich you had to eat it with a spoon and left the four of us so full after one cup, we skipped lunch (a very rare phenomenon for the 3 square meal HarHars). I concluded that Paris chocolate is either extremely delicate or incredibly rich. Again though, we did not find much dark chocolate, just creamy. 

Back in our temporary home country, we went to a wonderful restaurant in Weymouth called Perry's. For dessert we had the most delectable chocolate truffles I have ever tasted. They were about 2 in. in diameter and filled with dark, rich, thick chocolate. After eating two of them though, I had the uncomfortable sensation that they were expandning inside of me and I would never be hungry again. I then decided that England is the place to get dark chocolate and when I got back to London, I wanted to make some truffles. 

Epilogue: I made my dark chocolate truffles in proper British fashion. They are just as amazing and I'm afraid they will be eaten up alarmingly quickly. . . .

Abby