Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The creamy middle of the bitter end


The next day, we went to meet our students, all were really lovely, and nice snacks were had in the cafeteria. American campus cafeterias have so much choice, my heart goes out to JYA students in Dublin, and probably Ireland generally. As it was our last evening in the US together, Becky and myself decided to treat ourselves to a really nice meal (on the company of course...!) so off we went to the Longhorn Steakhouse fer to trahh some ree-ull Amerrykan steak, dagnabbit (my attempt at an American accent in real life is even worse).
We considered just ordering starters, we really did. We were both utterly defeated by the sheer amount of food that was plonked in front of us on a thrice-daily basis. But we decided instead to go for the smallest thing we could find in the main courses section of the menu-the seven ounce steak, with veg. It still seemed unfeasibly large, and when we got the bill, all became clear. Because we hadn't specified the smaller steak, we got the bigger one by default! Eleven fecking ounces of meat! We couldn't even manage dessert, despite really wanting one. :(

The next day, we set off for Chicago from Kansas airport at 6.30 am to catch our connecting flights to London/Dublin.

The sweet beginning of the bitter end

I didn't finish off my blog due to getting really sick on my return *sob*. Kansas was cool, though. Becky and myself were both pretty worn out from all the travelling, but still appreciated all the Elvis crap in Memphis airport, wish I'd thought of taking a few photos. We got to Kansas, Missouri literally seconds before a thunderstorm hit, probably the worst I'd ever seen. We drove to Lawrence, Kansas, in the lashing rain, checked into the Holidome and just slept. I had the beginnings of a sore throat and Becky had the beginnings of a cold sore. The hotel room made me a little nervous as it had a really thin-looking wooden door between my room and my neighbours, and while it was safely bolted and all, I couldn't help imagining various horror film-inspired scenes involving chainsaws and masked murderers coming through such doors, while I sit upright in the bed, clutching the blanket to my nubile body (in an underwired nightgown, of course), screaming (a Wilhelm scream? Thank you, Amy). The next morning (Sunday), alive and un-chopped up, we went to meet the KU international programs staff who had kindly offered to take us out for brunch in Lawrence. It was lovely, a gorgeous cafe with a delicious buffet on offer.
Lawrence is lovely, like the small American college town of my dreams. The people were lovely, the bookshops were cool, the cafes were funky, and in the cinema that afternoon, I got the best nachos EVER with cheese and salsa. See my regular blog for a rant on (against) Irish cinema food offerings. Yuck. All in all, I loved Lawrence.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Hail Our Insect Overlords

I don't mind creepy crawlies really. It's just the sudden creepy crawlies that bother me. While on the University of Alabama campus, I found myself within six feet of a huge cockroach and let out such a high-pitched squeal that a passing student asked us, shocked, if we had heard the roach squeak or was she imagining things. It was my first time being in close proximity to one, I'm sure I shall deal with the next cockroach incident with far more aplomb and machismo.
So it won't surprise you to learn that, when a ladybird landed on the windshield of the car directly in front of me I assumed the worst. The footsoldier of the invasion had arrived! Really, doesn't that look like an insect UFO? The ladybird proceeded to run amok on the windshield, seriously freaking me out for about five seconds. I think Becky was very relieved that I was strapped in, and was probably of the opinion that I should be strapped down.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Bad Times in Birmingham, Alabama

So on we went to the actual cultural part of our last day of Alabama and visited the Sloss Furnaces and the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute. I had seen Sloss when we passed it on our way into the city and thought it was really beautiful. How can an old factory be really beautiful? I don't know, but to me, it just is. I assumed it was a working factory but it was abandoned in the 1970s and has since been designated an American National Historical Landmark. When I found out that this building was open to the public, I knew I had to go. When I was a kid, living in two-channel land and watching Bosco, whenever one of the presenters went through the Magic Door, I would always hope they'd be going into a factory with footage of the machines making biscuits, or icepops, or bottling milk. More normal children were probably hoping for Dublin zoo. But I love factories. We have hardly any in Ireland as the British kept Ireland mainly agricultural so as to be the 'breadbasket' of the British Isles.
Anyway, we arrived just as a tour for boy scouts was starting, so we joined in, starting with a short educational video. I used to think that the Simpsons would be cheesing it up when Bart and Lisa had to watch these types of videos at school, but no, they are actually that dumb. We continued with a walking tour of the premises, which I found fascinating, for a couple of reasons. First of all was just the fact that the place had been preserved as was, through neglect at first, which meant that many of the tools and so on were exactly as the workers had left them when the gates closed in 1971. The machinery had rusted up or just seized up, and many of the pressure/heat clockfaces had been broken, but I still felt a strong sense of what it must have been like as a living factory. The guide showed us around the coolers, brought us through the underground parts where the men loaded up vats and sent them up the line, and brought us around the furnace, where the men laboured to cut the still-molten pig iron into shapes capable of being transported and sold. It was deadly work, and physically taxing. The guide kept reminding us (and the little boys in particular) that it took men to work in this factory. Talk about the construction of gender...Interestingly, she seemed a bit defensive about the working conditions of the men, and told us that they at least always had money in their pocket as a result of their labour, and lived in lodgings on-site. The race issue was raised only briefly and there's a tablet with the words of more recent African-American former workers who talked about how the higher jobs were simply not open to the black workers and how pointless it would have been to apply for anything better than a labourer's position. 'White folks been white folks all their lives'. All in all, not particularly shocking or surprising, insofar as we are well-used to the idea that the colour of your skin can determine your station in life. It wasn't until we got the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute that we saw the more malign aspects of Sloss's history.
The Civil Rights Institute is a kind of interactive museum. We weren't allowed to take photos alas, which is a real pity as the displays are really good. There's a lot of bitterness, it must be said. Many of them focus on recreating facilities that black people weren't allowed access to, such as whites-only ice-cream parlours and diners, poorer toilet facilities, restricted areas of public transport and so on. There were recreations of the typical black house, typical black school in the 1950s, and so on, with comparisons on the state spending on health and education. It also showed positive aspects of black cultural achievement such as music and dance, while noting that this was pretty much what African Americans were restricted to. Also it showed a successful middle class home and some notes and photos about a black millionaire from Birmingham from the same period. Some black Americans were able to make a financial success of their lives even under an oppressive system, which is amazing, and I'd bet you anything that some segregationists tried to use this success against them by claiming that the success of such people showed that segregation wasn't actually an obstacle if you were willing to work, etc. The civil rights movement is a major part of the exhibition, and there's lots of footage of the peaceful protests, including some awful footage of protestors being attacked by police baton-charges and police dogs, and the bombing of churches and 'freedom buses' used to transport activists. A lot of it is very uplifting though, including the 'I Have A Dream' speech by MLK. I visited the Lincoln Memorial in 2005 and looked down over the Mall and imagined what it must have been like on the day. What amazes me about the American Civil Rights movement is that, despite the justifiable anger and frustration felt by its members, it was a largely peaceful movement, and that's probably testimony to the quality of leadership that the African American community produced, plus American political culture and its focus on democracy and personal responsibility, and the respect of African Americans for this aspect of American political culture despite their exclusion from it. The latter probably has more to do with the organising influence of the Baptist church than anything else I can think of. It made me wonder what happened? Why is the lot of black people in America still a fairly shitty one? Why are other, and even comparatively new, ethnic groups more successful than they are? Did slavery really eviscerate the culture to that degree that African Americans are going to be largely stuck in the ghettoes for good? Where are today's Martin Luther Kings?
Ah well. I was really glad to have visited Sloss before visiting the Institute because it threw some things into sharp relief. What would have been just another horrible fact became way more real, having just seen Sloss's somewhat unreliable side of the story. First of all, the Sloss guide implied that although the men worked hard and long hours, they had a decent wage and lodgings. However, the BCRI made it clear that for some of its existence at least, the Sloss Furnace engaged in debt bondage; the workers, in the lines of the old song, owed their souls to the company store. They were not paid in cash, but given vouchers ('scrip') for the company-owned shop, which sold goods at inflated prices, and rent for their lodgings was automatically deducted from their pay. So basically it was, during some of its history at the very least, a form of indentured slavery for both white and black workers. Of course, it gets worse.
Many black men were arrested under dubious laws for vagrancy and other petty crimes, and the Sloss Furnace management had a deal with the local prisons to use prison labour in the factory. Race-driven slavery by another name. It was interesting that the official historiographers of Sloss were willing to admit to the lesser crime of discrimination, but not to this. Nuff said.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Good Times in Birmingham, Alabama

Our last night and day in Alabama was awesome. Despite staying in a very dingy Clarion hotel in Birmingham, we had a really good time that night when we went into the downtown area to see if there was anything to see (car doors locked, just in case). We found a really lively downtown scene, and before we went to choose a restaurant, went to a spot overlooking the town where there was this really odd but pretty mock-Tudor development called Manor Village, where I would so love to own a place. Maybe not necessarily in Birmingham, mind you. Close by that is the largest cast iron statue in the world, the 56 foot Vulcan, which was built in 1904 to celebrate Birmingham's role in the steel industry, more of which anon. The view over the city was beautiful though, just like you see on American TV and in films, you could imagine courting couples driving up to this spot for a picnic/making out/looking out over their town. Is this a common thing in the US I wonder? Irish towns don't really have places where you can look down over them.
After this quick distraction we went in search of dinner. THIS is what we found: the finest bbq ribs in the history of food. The photo does not do them justice.

Again the portions were ridiculous but the food, ohhh. I advised Becky that a full rack of hickory-smoked baby back ribs between us would be too much, but she sensibly pointed out that the half-rack were only three dollars cheaper, so we went for them. And yes, there were way too many. I didn't complain as these were ribs as the God meant them to be cooked. I couldn't believe how good they were. It was really fun to be sitting in this place among all the locals, tearing into such great food. Everybody around us looked like either a redneck or a southern belle (the women are really elegant).



The next morning we went to visit TK Maxx (or TJ Maxx, I can never remember which it's called in the US and which it's called here). I have bought some great casual shoes here in the past (including my crimson runners, remember those? Sadly missed by all, and I don't even have a photo to remember them by). Of course, there was tons of plastic Paddy stuff on sale too, as St Patrick's Day is upcoming, I had to take a pic of course, an example of the local culture(!!). I've never seen so much green in one display case in my life.

I mean, where else do you get this crap except the US? It's so weird. You will only ever get this stuff in Ireland in tourist shops aimed at Americans. Bizarre. I can't understand how a country whose people have a rep for fighting and drinking became the pet culture of the USA. Very odd. Becky makes out it's because the Irish are seen as kind of cute and essentially harmless. She's probably right. And I'll fight you if you say any different. And for all my complaining, of COURSE I bought something. Good luck pasta, made of tricolour pasta shaped like four leaf shamrocks (or clovers. AHD has an objection to the idea of mutant shamrocks so this is my sop to her). Methinks I shall make a fine traditional pot of shamrock-shaped pasta on St Paddy's Day, garnished with the basil pesto that my granny used to make, and served with a green salad, including carrots, for the orange, naturally.

After that we visited the great American supermarket, KMart, (mostly Made In China, but however) and bought peeps, an Easter treat I had only heard about recently. Becky's a big fan and offered me one. Here is its fate.

Have mercy

Enough already. I can't cope with American portions anymore. Becky and I went along to a Mexican place called Pepito's in Tuscaloosa, AL on Friday night. We were given a complimentary huge basket of nachos and salsa each, and foolishly began to nibble, nay, horse them into us. So I ordered the $9.99 dish which was described as a taco, burrito and something else, possibly an enchilada. Now considering any one of these items would cost at least €10 in Dublin, I assumed these three items would be mini-versions, but no, the pic to the left is what I got. We calculated that we could have fed another two people with our leftovers. It's getting to the point where I just look at the plate and I'm full. Becky has a theory that airplanes fill us up with air. I reckon we're just overfed. It's amazing that more Americans aren't obese.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Sweet home Alabama

I made it to Ohio by the skin of my teeth...Delta had postponed my Monday morning from JFK to Ohio flight til Wednesday morning, but I was booked to leave Ohio on Wednesday morning before the postponed flight was due to arrive! Bill suggested I cancel the JFK flight with Delta, and book a flight from the Long Island airport (which I didn't know existed) on Tuesday, so after a transfer at Baltimore I made it to Ohio at 12.40, where I met Becky. I had an interview at 1pm and barely had time to dump my stuff in the on-campus hotel and run to the interview room.

I had missed the Monday night pre-departure orientation which I had been scheduled to give the students, as well as all the Tuesday morning interviews, so Ohio State had to scramble to rearrange. Honestly, they couldn't have been nicer, more efficient or more professional. Thumbs up from Hoozle. I wish I'd had time to see more of Columbus though.

On Wednesday, off we went to Alabama via Atlanta, Georgia. Atlanta looks very pretty from the plane and I got to see the Appalachians too. Amazing sight. I was half-asleep looking down at them, and they looked to me like a herd of giant stegasaurus that had stopped for a rest from thundering down the plains and then petrified.

I was determined to try the southern soul food, and asked the airport information desk for advice. This is the result. We went to Niki's West on Finley Avenue West, Birmingham, AL. On the top right hand corner is Becky's barbecue beef, onion rings, cabbage and fries. On the right, two servings of fried green tomato (I didn't know it came in batter deep fried). On the lower left is my cajun catfish, onion rings, cabbage, and dips. The two scone-like things in the basket between the two main courses are a brioche-type sweet bread, I think they might be called 'biscuits'.

This is a close-up of the fried green tomatoes. They were really tasty. Actually, everything was gorgeous, I haven't eaten so well in a restaurant since I left Paris. But! Everything is so greasy. I mean, really greasy. Not in a 'I don't know how to cook so I'm going to add flavour by dunking food in a vat of boiling fat' kinda way, it's definitely beautifully-prepared food, but so, so greasy. We couldn't finish it, due to the sheer size of the portions.

So we got to the University of Alabama and have almost finished interviewing the students. The campus is really big, compared to what I'm used to, but the buildings are really impressive, many done in a modified Graeco-Roman style. It could really do with some signposting, although maybe that's just because Becky and I have no sense of direction. There are lots of imposing buildings dedicated to fraternities and sororities too. Apparently these are social clubs of a type, I don't really understand how they work. If you're a member, you can live in the fraternity house. It all sounds a bit intense to me. One building of note is ten Hoor Hall. It made me want to ask -why only ten?* It's a big building!





* Irish slang joke, not actually funny.