So...
Today was quite a day I think. It started off as a day like any other, me lounging in my own filth trying to get up the energy/motivation to put pants and leave the comparative peace and quiet of my little room. Eventually I decided to make myself some breakfast, it being noon I decided that it should be a substantial breakfast. A four egg cheese and mushroom omelet was the product. I then crammed the omelet into me slathered in ketchup to the sound of a British version of The View. Shortly there after I was on my way to class. This afternoon there was a "Taster" session for a course on British intelligence and the JIC(intelligence meaning international intelligence and the whatnot). The session went on like any other and like all the rest were quite intriguing and promised to be very interesting. It wasn't until after the session that the day became interesting.
Right before I left the apartment as I was reviewing my email accounts I found a request from my mother first apologizing for her call at 3am(she had forgotten about the time difference), but then asking for pictures. So on my way out of the apt I grabbed my camera and decided to take some photographs of the city after the lecture session. So, armed with a camera, my razor wit, and astounding artistic flare I ventured out to take some pictures of the city near where I'm studying. These pictures by the way will hopefully get onto the blog whenever I figure out how to do it. So I hit trafalgar square and national gallery, a couple churches along the way. I got a shot of the Maple Leaf, the big Canadian pub in London, as well as a couple streets and whatnot near by. I then decided to head home, and perhaps get some food. I made it back to my campus and the air just hit me like a tonne of bricks. The wind came down the Thames and straight into my lungs. I felt the water running through time like I'd felt the feet of the ages by the library. I looked down to the murky water of the Thames and saw the soul of the English people. I looked up from the water and saw an older London, the London of Dickens, of mud and fog. The mud has now hardened into pavement and the fog has become smog, but city is the same.
This place has within it the true meaning of progressive conservatism, and it's not bad. The PC aspect of London isn't necessarily in it's politics, I must say I'm quite ignorant of the city politics, but is more of an overriding theme across the city and perhaps even country. Where the English could say "progress is to be expected and accepted but not sought after and coveted," we North Americans may say "Seeing change is the only thing truly consistent, then we must progress or risk regressing. We cannot let ourselves regress." Though mind you that said, I would mind if British plumbing would progress to the level where I could get the shower to stay at one temperature for even just 2 minutes.
Today was quite a day I think. It started off as a day like any other, me lounging in my own filth trying to get up the energy/motivation to put pants and leave the comparative peace and quiet of my little room. Eventually I decided to make myself some breakfast, it being noon I decided that it should be a substantial breakfast. A four egg cheese and mushroom omelet was the product. I then crammed the omelet into me slathered in ketchup to the sound of a British version of The View. Shortly there after I was on my way to class. This afternoon there was a "Taster" session for a course on British intelligence and the JIC(intelligence meaning international intelligence and the whatnot). The session went on like any other and like all the rest were quite intriguing and promised to be very interesting. It wasn't until after the session that the day became interesting.
Right before I left the apartment as I was reviewing my email accounts I found a request from my mother first apologizing for her call at 3am(she had forgotten about the time difference), but then asking for pictures. So on my way out of the apt I grabbed my camera and decided to take some photographs of the city after the lecture session. So, armed with a camera, my razor wit, and astounding artistic flare I ventured out to take some pictures of the city near where I'm studying. These pictures by the way will hopefully get onto the blog whenever I figure out how to do it. So I hit trafalgar square and national gallery, a couple churches along the way. I got a shot of the Maple Leaf, the big Canadian pub in London, as well as a couple streets and whatnot near by. I then decided to head home, and perhaps get some food. I made it back to my campus and the air just hit me like a tonne of bricks. The wind came down the Thames and straight into my lungs. I felt the water running through time like I'd felt the feet of the ages by the library. I looked down to the murky water of the Thames and saw the soul of the English people. I looked up from the water and saw an older London, the London of Dickens, of mud and fog. The mud has now hardened into pavement and the fog has become smog, but city is the same.
This place has within it the true meaning of progressive conservatism, and it's not bad. The PC aspect of London isn't necessarily in it's politics, I must say I'm quite ignorant of the city politics, but is more of an overriding theme across the city and perhaps even country. Where the English could say "progress is to be expected and accepted but not sought after and coveted," we North Americans may say "Seeing change is the only thing truly consistent, then we must progress or risk regressing. We cannot let ourselves regress." Though mind you that said, I would mind if British plumbing would progress to the level where I could get the shower to stay at one temperature for even just 2 minutes.
posted by Brett at 5:55 p.m.
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