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Olympic Mascot Statues Final

The mascots have left London and unfortunately I wasn’t able to find more. Due to lack of funds and running out of time I wasn’t able to find as many as I wanted. It happens. One’s priorities change and a focus on the important direction of one’s life is hard to distinguish. Here’s the final photos of the Olympic statues I was able to find!

Wenlock

Underwater Wenlock

Embankment Wenlock (please excuse the bride to be – she wouldn’t move)

Skyline Wenlock

Maritime Wenlock

Mandeville

Red Bus Wenlock

Gemstone Wenlock

Novel Wenlock

Filmstar Wenlock

Mandeville from the Olympic Park

Wenlock from the Olympic Park

And that’s all she saw folks!

Total count is 34/84! I’ll do better next time.

My Night with EL James

EL James. A woman who has rocked the literary world for a multitude of reasons. As a Seattlite, when I saw that Waterstones was having a book signing with the (in)famous EL James I marked the date on my calendar.  As fan fiction from Twilight, James set her ‘stories’ in Seattle and her books have created a phenomenon, I had to go and document the event. Please click the photos to enlarge, apologies if they’re a bit blurry.

I didn’t attend to tell her what I thought of her writing. I didn’t attend to be mean. I attended because it was an event I couldn’t miss. I knew it would ridiculous, I knew there would be loads of people. I didn’t buy any of the books myself. I brought the one a friend had given me, charged my camera and off I went. I brought along a postcard from Seattle. I wrote EL James a nice message and included my business card. Cheeky.

I had planned to stake my place in the queue two hours beforehand. But I had things to do and time got away from me and I ended up getting to Waterstones at 5pm. The event started at 6:30pm. Here’s the queue when I got there and after standing around for an hour and a half.

A camera crew showed up and interviewed people, but not me. I was number 182 in the queue. There was a banana on a wall by a door too.

It was another hour and a half of standing and waiting until I got my chance to get my book signed. They herded us like cattle as we swarmed upstairs. It wasn’t practical because we were put in a huge group and then were slowly whittled down to single file for the signing. It made it seem like the process took FOREVER!

The weirdest thing about the event was that once people learned I was from Seattle, I became a little celebrity myself. They’re eyes got big and they exclaimed, ‘You’re from Seattle?! Wow!” I think I might have been the only person from Seattle there, but I had to go. We were also given the chance to have the first book personally signed. Most people had their names. I chose Seattle. The PR girls and EL James herself were surprised when it came to be my turn. I shook her hand, and gave her the postcard. I thanked her for her time and she was so sweet and genuinely kind. She signed my book and I took my leave.

People were asking me what number I had been when I left, there were LOADS more people waiting and it had been about two hours of signing already. Was it worth it standing for that long period of time? Not for my feet, (I have problems, see how small they are?) but nevertheless I’m glad I stuck it out. Thank goodness for the Kindle app on my ipod and overall it was a very interesting evening. The energy of those who bought the beautiful trilogy editions (they were stunning) was infectious. There was a universal look of embarrassment as well. I was most surprised by the range of ages. It wasn’t all middle aged women, there were girls younger than myself giggling over the spectacle of the event. It wasn’t about what I thought about the books, it was about being there and experiencing it all. It was my night with EL James.

Olympic Statues Part 2

Over the weekend I was lucky to go adventuring with my friend S at Regent’s Park for more Olympic statues! There were eleven overall on the ‘Green’ route, and Regent’s Park is HUGE. I haven’t had the chance to explore the park and it didn’t rain so it made for a fantastic day. The total count now is 32/84! I’ve got until the 9th of September (yikes!) to find the rest! I wish they could be around for longer, they’ve been enjoyable along the streets of London.

1) Sherlock Wenlock

2) Deckchair Wenlock

3) Rose Garden Mandeville

4) Midsummer Night’s Dream Wenlock

5) Birdy Wenlock

6) Safari Mandeville

7) Victorian Wenlock

8) Animal Wenlock

9) Regency Mandeville

10) Rainbow Mandeville

11) Union Flag Wenlock

It’s hard to be picture perfect when there are others waiting to take pictures with the statue. In the end it was a wonderful day with my friend and totally worth walking around for four hours. I hope I can find the rest!

Olympic Mascot Statues

I am sick this week. Most likely the flu. In between coughing I’m sleeping.  Nevertheless I wanted to share some things I’ve seen. The London 2012 Olympic Mascot’s Wenlock and Mandeville are terrible, but that’s not going to stop me from enjoying the 84 statues that are placed around London. They’re painted like some of the capital’s most loved attractions. Find the maps here, and they’re actually relatively easy to find unlike the others statues that have been around in the past. I hope to find more, but I need to get better first.

My total count so far is 21/84 and here are the best 10.

Sorority Life

There is a fantastically outrageous article written by Abigail Sullivan Moore of The New York Times about consultants paid to ‘pledge prep’* young women for sorority formal recruitment.

The article is rich with quotes from these ‘consultants’ and just what they teach impressionable young women:

Ms. von Sperling offers a Friday-to-Sunday intensive, for $8,000. One day is devoted to carrying yourself properly and the art of conversation. Treat rush, she says, as you would a job interview. Avoid politics and religion. “I teach them how to make interesting small talk: what you saw at the cinema, a trip to Europe. I don’t know too many 20-year-olds who are having a debate about economics.”

Aren’t we past this?

There’s also Rushbiddies, a mother team that not only focuses on the mother herself working to make impressions for her daughter, but also instilling the trait that bribery is acceptable:

“With the help of Ms. Foster and Ms. Grant, who wears a pink feather boa during workshops, Mrs. King asked alumnae of about 10 chapters, several from U.Va., to write her daughter’s recommendations. To guide their plaudits, she sent them packets with a professional photograph, transcript and résumé. To thank them, she dropped off a bottle of rosé in their mailboxes.

The rush proved successful, but, she says, “I’m just glad I didn’t have four daughters.”

Gawker also has an excellent article digesting the NYT piece. Give it a read.

(the good kind)

Even when Moore tried to present a consultant that doesn’t entirely teach her customers to be superficial, the fact of the matter is that these girls are being trained to focus on stereotypes themselves.

“Many students who don’t get asked back by their dream sorority during the early rounds walk away from recruitment altogether. Last year at the University of Virginia, 27 percent left during January rush. Students often have their hearts set on a particular house, says Michael J. Citro, the assistant dean of students.

Or a rushee might limit herself to the house her mother belonged to (legacy status is a plus but no guarantee of a bid). Ms. Burciaga encourages her clients to keep an open mind about chapters they visit. “I talk to them about what seems like a good fit for them,” she says.”

I was in a sorority for four years. I remember that pressure. I wasn’t chosen by my first choice, but I joined the right choice for me.

Phired Up Productions, an ‘educational firm’ also released an article with their reaction to ‘Pledge Prep’. It’s just as bad because it provides unrealistic expectations. ‘Oh hey, this is negative but that’s not what were about!’

The reality is that on certain college campuses fall recruitment can be one’s worst nightmare, whilst on others there’s a space for everyone. With the state of the current economy it’s almost an allegory for life.

The last thing I have to say is that Moore implies that these girls have to pretend to be someone else in order to get accepted. For the ‘real’ sorority experience, you should never be ashamed of who you are. That’s not the way to find ‘the right fit’. Who cares if one sorority doesn’t have the best reputation? If you fit in and like them, and they like you – join and change their stereotype! Sororities go through life cycles. Your mother’s chapter isn’t going to be the same as it is for you. Unless it’s in the South – just kidding! No, I’m actually not.

*Please note that true sorority women use the correct terminology. You cannot ‘prep’ a pledge. A young woman that is a sorority ‘pledge’ means she has already received an official bid invitation to join a sorority. The correct term should be ‘potential new member prep’ or ‘recruitment prep’. Please see the Huffington Post College article that made errors and yours truly got them to issue a correction.

Soup Love

July in London is unpredictable. Coming from Seattle, July is known for the 4th, BBQ’s and an intense heat with sunshine everyday.

This July, London has been nothing but rainy, grey and drab with mixed humidity. It’s as if this country is doing everything it can to make me homesick. Paired with a bleak future and heartbreak, keeping myself feed is the least of my concern. I’ve thrown myself into reading, but finishing The Hunger Games wasn’t easy. If you have any suggestions for what to read after such a trilogy, I’m dying to occupy my mind.

Working part-time does wonders for my creativity on meal planning. With the rain and lack of warmth, I scoured the Internet for a soup recipe for the things I had on hand: bacon, onions and carrots.

The end result was far from what the original recipe directed me to do, but it turned out so lovely I’m thinking of making it again with some more veg.  It’s perfect with the bread I haven’t been able to consume, freezes, and was just the thing for a hearty meal for my sick flatmate.

Adapted from Potato and Onion Soup from Allrecipes.com

4 rashers (aka bacon)

1-2 potatoes (any kind)

2 carrots

¼ cup butter

2 onions (I originally used only 1 onion and found it wasn’t enough!)

2 quarts water (or 8 cups because math is my frienemy)

½ tablespoon of salt

lots of pepper

1 cube of vegetable stock

1-2 cups mix of noodles, any kind (I used a mix of macaroni and fusilli)

¼ butter

½ cup sour cream

1/8 teaspoon chilli flakes (optional)

Soup isn’t difficult to mess up, and I am certainly not a foodie. I don’t usually cook either, so I thought it would be fun to share the highlight of my week.

Directions:

  1. Cut the potatoes into small quarters, half the size of one’s thumb. Chop the carrots and onions in quarters as well, leave the onions a bit big or they’ll disappear!
  2. Slice the bacon into thick strips; in a large pot add the butter and fry bacon until slightly browned. Add the onions and cook until wilted. Add the water, salt, chilli flakes (if using), potatoes, carrots and pepper. Bring to boil, cover and simmer for 20-25 minutes.
  3. Add the vegetable stock and noodles. Simmer for another 25-20 minutes or until the potatoes are tender.
  4. The extra butter and sour cream can be optional as well, but I enjoyed the consistency and flavour it provided. Remove from heat. Add remaining butter and sour cream, mixing thoroughly until blended. Season to taste.

The soup heats up well, but it’s best eaten the day of or day after due to the noodles soaking up the water. Freeze on day of rather than freezing what’s left over.

Mmmmm, sometimes in life there’s nothing better than a good book, a cup of tea and a hot bowl of freshly made soup.