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Catch up

I am aware that I have neglecting this blog. I want to do something about it, but I also am ill and have very little in the way of both patience and writing skills at the moment. So, a bullet list will do.

A recap and update on events and thoughts since I have come to Belfast:
  • I have moved out of halls! Yay! If I feel particularly vindictive at some point, I'll write a whole post complaining about the QUB student housing situation. For now, I'll just let it go.
  • On the health side, I got shingles, a flu, hives (five times), laryngitis, and mono.
  • On the research front, I've actually found a novel that fits into my parameters where the protagonist is a writer who actively debates the use of females in his novels. Not only that, but I find it a fun and interesting read.
  • I really miss having a clothes dryer.
  • I went to Oxford and London for Thanksgiving. I was getting sick (feeling poorly but not knowing why), but I still had a great time.
  • The Christmas Market is open here in Belfast, and that's a lot of fun, day or night.
  • High heels and cobblestones should never come in contact with one another. No good can come of their union.
  • I'm trying out this food service called graze. They send out a box of fruits, nuts, berries, and sometimes crackery bits. My first box came yesterday and contained roasted pistachios; a cajun seed mix of pumpkins seeds, sunflower kernels, and linseed; a new world mix of banana chips, giant golden raisins, and macadamia nuts; and cashews. They're not huge portions, but the point is to 'graze' throughout the day on small, healthy things rather than take in larger, unbalanced meals. (If you want to try it, I have voucher codes for free boxes, and I get £1 off if you use it.)
  • Speaking of meals, I've also been keeping a food diary. It started because I thought the hives might be allergy-related, but I've been keeping it up since then. I find it quite useful.
  • I had a Halloween adventure! I dressed up as Betty Draper, carved a pumpkin, and walked around the city with new friends.
  • I have a ticket back to the States for Christmas. I'll only be there for six days, though, which seems like an awfully short time.
  • It turns out I don't dislike London all that much. I just didn't care for the London I had seen at orientation.
  • I wrote a short post before about Remembrance weekend. I spent that weekend out in Ballymena with Paul and his family. They were really great and accommodating and, as you can see from that entry, I learned a lot.
  • There was a fire in my apartment two weeks ago. It was small and did not require the fire brigade. I wound up with six small burns on my face, but everyone and everything is fine. I was quite fortunate, actually, as the fire was beside my computer, my external hard drive, my giant stack of books (no shelves), my phone, and my head.
  • Quorn is fascinating and delicious stuff. It's a mycoprotein-based meat substitute and they make some great stuff with it.
  • "It's being so cheerful as keeps me going!"

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Remembrance weekend

Things I learned over Remembrance weekend:

The British flag is allowed to touch the ground. As an American, this fact particularly shocked me. Watching a royal remembrance ceremony on Saturday evening, I noticed a British flag being slowly lowered. I may have actually gasped a little when it touched the floor and was allowed to continue. After inquiring, I learned that there are not many rules regarding the flag -- it seems there is no set way in which the flag must be folded (unless to be used in a formal ceremony); there are no regulations regarding the flag's height in comparison to other flags; and there is no concern over which side other flags may be allowed to fly or hang.

Red poppies are a sign of remembrance for fallen soldiers. I had learned this in the past week after curiosity prompted me to consult the all-wise internet on the matter. What I failed to understand at that juncture was that there is an added meaning to the wearing of the red poppies in Northern Ireland. Here, donning it will mean that you are typically Unionist and Protestant. In some more politicised areas -- Belfast included --, it would indicate that the wearer considers himself British rather than Irish.

This one may seem a bit ignorant, especially considering I'm a bit of a foodie, but I learned what chutney is. I subsequently learned that I have no interest in chutney. Other foods I learned about or became more knowledgeable of: mincemeat, "fruit", Christmas pudding and Christmas cake, and turkey ham. The last one on the list also may sound a bit suspect, but, as I have yet to see turkey bologna, turkey bacon, turkey sausage, ground turkey, or a turkey, I felt I was justified in my suspicion.

The Queen looks quite bored when people sing "God Save the Queen". It is particularly amusing when she looks irritated at her husband is singing along.

I like rugby. I'm sure this should come as no surprise to anyone who knows the sport and knows the types of sports I enjoy. Though I can't truly compare it to either, it was a good mix of the spirits of hockey and American football. It only took a few minutes of watching to get the basic rules down and only a few more to realise that I was quite pleased New Zealand was crushing Wales. Sorry, Wales.

The rest of the world thinks that American sports take far too long. If a Brit sits down to watch a 90-minute match, the entire thing, penalties, injuries, and halftime included, better not take more than two hours. It's a near atrocity that a 60-minute American football game would dare take four to five hours to complete. Baseball isn't even timed.

British Simon Cowell is a wuss compared to American Simon Cowell. American Simon Cowell loves telling contestants they should be forced to leave the competition (all American Idol knowledge courtesy Joel McHale and The Soup), but he has not the power to make it happen. British Simon Cowell can enforce these types of comments through judges' elimination but has, for two weeks now, refused to do so, allowing a more talented performer to go home.

Other X-Factor/American Idol differences that were apparent having viewed only one episode of each: X-Factor judges act as mentors for contestants and, thus, have a stake (and bias, when voting) in particular contestants' show life; groups are allowed to compete on the X-Factor; as I mentioned, judges vote on which of the bottom two audience-voted acts will go home; only in the event of a judges' draw would a contestant learn who received the least votes; and each acts gets spiffy introductions before preforming and often has props/backup dancers on stage. In all, the shows are far more dissimilar than I would have thought previously.

The DUP and TUV are purposely homonymically named. Of course, noting this fact led to my mind being flooded with recollections of aspirated vs. unaspirated (which I always thought should have been "nonaspirated") phonemes and Grimm's Law, and I just decided to stop while I was ahead.

Babies often get wee pains.

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A comparison of unhealthy foods

Now that I've been in Belfast for a while, I have some things to say. Mainly, about junk food.

Kit-kat -- better in Ireland
Twix -- better in America
Funyuns/Tayto Onion Rollers -- better in Ireland
Cadbury chocolates -- better in Ireland
Sprite -- better in Ireland
Marshmallows -- better in Ireland
Potato chips/crisps -- better in Ireland (not just the packaging)
edit: chocolate malt balls -- better in Ireland; namely, because I actually like them here.

And here's one that's not so unhealthy, for the conscientious crowd.

Milk -- so, so much better in Ireland

So, for those of you playing along at home, that's Ireland 7 8, America 1.

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A concise argument for Ireland's inherent awesomeness

In case you can't read it (You can click to make it larger.), this is the back nutritional information panel on a bag of Hunky Dorys salt & vinegar potato crisps.

The allergy advice section reads as follows: "Doesn't contain Kryptonite. (but does contain Wheat (Gluten))."

The storage conditions sections reads as follows: "Treat Hunky Dorys like Gremlins. Keep them cool, dry & away from bright lights and strong flavours."

I rest my case.

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