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1. Purple cars! There are zillions of them here. All kinds of the best purples, two-tone and metallic, vans and smartcars (tiny two-seaters). I counted 34 on our last last trip to London, and the traffic was negligible. It's great.
2. No Fraction bar on milemarkers. it says 3 4 km to Whatever, instead of 3/4, though they are diagonally over each other. Very strange to look at.
3. Ralph Fiennes, brother of Joseph Fiennes of Shakespeare in Love fame, was Brand in the production we saw. Bigshot. Pretty good.
4. Flintstones. The first Sunday we were here, we were exploring and walked past a very grand, impressive, wonderfully Gothic-looking church. The only incongruity was that the Flintstones themesong was drifting out the doorway, voices raised happily in tune with a taped accompaniment. I have a feeling those were not the words they were singing, but all the same....
5. Accent. I started picking one up within the second day after arrival, and then stopped dead. I can do it on purpose, now, but very few odd vowels slip through unnoticed any longer.
6. Faces. There is an underlying British facial construction that I, as a person who studies anatomy for drawing, have found remarkarble. I think the basic, most typical template resembles Hugh Grant. I thought he was funny-looking when I saw him in movies, but no. He's just very British-looking; he has the backward-slanted, hooded eyes, nose chopped at an obtuse angle, and wide high cheekbones. Very interesting.
7. Preps. Everyone in this program except the theatre junkies who rehearse in the secondrate production, the nerds, and Susan (and apparently a couple of artsies in her art class) is a prep of the most disgusting, annoying sort. Like, totally for sure.
8. Pockets. I have managed to put a day's amusement and supplies in the pockets to one pair of cargo pants. This includes books, tape player, cards, IDs, Bastet figurine, watercolor pencils, and writing utensils. Alternately, one pair of normal pants and a jacket.
9. Pedestrianhood. Is a threat to life, unless you are crossing a deserted street or one with a crosswalk with its own traffic lights (there are several of those). Otherwise, they aim for you.
10. Elderflower water. Is scrumptious. Oh, yum. carbonated elderflower and pear water. Try it sometime.
11. Weather. It's been ridiculously uncharacteristic, with shiny bright sun. I've never gotten to the point of uncomfortable heat, but close enough to have me worried about global warming. This is supposed to be England, right?
12. Names. I don't know anyone's but my deputy Sophia's, Susan's, Jorge's, and Jorge's friend Martha's. This includes the teachers. However, I haven't met anyone yet who hasn't remembered mine from any time I introduced myself. All my Creative Writing classmates, quite a few people in theatre whom I don't recognize, and a lot of random boys who say hi in the street all seem to have my name and appearance memorized. They remember things I do, too, and tell me how amusing I was at some point in time I don't remember. It's a little unsettling, especially since I have no idea who these people are. But it's also gratifying. I guess I'm worth remembering.
Thus, I have mentioned the things worth mentioning. Now I'll attempt to upload some more pictures.
2. No Fraction bar on milemarkers. it says 3 4 km to Whatever, instead of 3/4, though they are diagonally over each other. Very strange to look at.
3. Ralph Fiennes, brother of Joseph Fiennes of Shakespeare in Love fame, was Brand in the production we saw. Bigshot. Pretty good.
4. Flintstones. The first Sunday we were here, we were exploring and walked past a very grand, impressive, wonderfully Gothic-looking church. The only incongruity was that the Flintstones themesong was drifting out the doorway, voices raised happily in tune with a taped accompaniment. I have a feeling those were not the words they were singing, but all the same....
5. Accent. I started picking one up within the second day after arrival, and then stopped dead. I can do it on purpose, now, but very few odd vowels slip through unnoticed any longer.
6. Faces. There is an underlying British facial construction that I, as a person who studies anatomy for drawing, have found remarkarble. I think the basic, most typical template resembles Hugh Grant. I thought he was funny-looking when I saw him in movies, but no. He's just very British-looking; he has the backward-slanted, hooded eyes, nose chopped at an obtuse angle, and wide high cheekbones. Very interesting.
7. Preps. Everyone in this program except the theatre junkies who rehearse in the secondrate production, the nerds, and Susan (and apparently a couple of artsies in her art class) is a prep of the most disgusting, annoying sort. Like, totally for sure.
8. Pockets. I have managed to put a day's amusement and supplies in the pockets to one pair of cargo pants. This includes books, tape player, cards, IDs, Bastet figurine, watercolor pencils, and writing utensils. Alternately, one pair of normal pants and a jacket.
9. Pedestrianhood. Is a threat to life, unless you are crossing a deserted street or one with a crosswalk with its own traffic lights (there are several of those). Otherwise, they aim for you.
10. Elderflower water. Is scrumptious. Oh, yum. carbonated elderflower and pear water. Try it sometime.
11. Weather. It's been ridiculously uncharacteristic, with shiny bright sun. I've never gotten to the point of uncomfortable heat, but close enough to have me worried about global warming. This is supposed to be England, right?
12. Names. I don't know anyone's but my deputy Sophia's, Susan's, Jorge's, and Jorge's friend Martha's. This includes the teachers. However, I haven't met anyone yet who hasn't remembered mine from any time I introduced myself. All my Creative Writing classmates, quite a few people in theatre whom I don't recognize, and a lot of random boys who say hi in the street all seem to have my name and appearance memorized. They remember things I do, too, and tell me how amusing I was at some point in time I don't remember. It's a little unsettling, especially since I have no idea who these people are. But it's also gratifying. I guess I'm worth remembering.
Thus, I have mentioned the things worth mentioning. Now I'll attempt to upload some more pictures.