So, the US just lost the best game of ice hockey I have ever watched to Canada. I watched it with my host family. They were moderately interested, but the real excitement was in the Internet: Facebook was going CRAZY. I spent most of the game chatting with Kaya about the game, hockey in general, (Did you know you can't elbow another player, but you can charge into them at full speed and knock their feet out from under them? Strange but true.) and the respective merits of each other's countries. Her enthusiasm for the whole thing made what would have been for me a mediocre game into a fascinating one, and shows one of the best things about being a Rotary exchange student: With the whole world just a friend away, nothing can be distant or uninteresting anymore.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Karneval!
Whew! Wednesday marked the end of the Karneval season, and I have never seen anything like it! Karneval is crazy. Imagine a combination of Mardi Gras, Halloween, and Oktoberfest, with a bit of vaudeville thrown in. Mix with lots of intensely catchy dance music and more than a bit of alcohol, and you have Karneval, when the normally rather sensible folk of Köln (Cologne, for the latin-influenced out there) and the surrounding territory erupt in happy, colorful madness. It was confusing, disorienting, exhilarating, and utterly awesome.
To understand Karneval, you have to understand its origins, which is far from easy: everybody has a story, and they're all different! Some say it is, like Mardi Gras, a kind of Going-out-of-business, everything-must-go sale on sin before Lent. Others say it is a festival for the driving out of the winter. (which didn't seem to work this year: it snowed all last week!) Still others say it was in the middle ages a time where anyone could speak their mind without being relieved of their head, or credit it as a kind of protest against the occupying French. I have no idea which of these are true, and I suspect they all are. But it really doesn't matter: Karneval requires no rationalization. It just happens, kind of as a safety blowoff of the year's tensions, a sort of societal new year's cleanout.
What was my place in this wacky week? My job was simple: march through the streets of various towns and villages with my fellow Panikorchester members and bang on a bass drum,
preferably in time. You see, the chief attractions of Karneval are the numerous parades featuring marching bands, floats with themes from politics to pears throwing candy, and often a "Prince" and "Princess" of the whole thing, with quite extravagant costumes. There are a lot of these parades, due to a quirk of German geography: unlike in the US, where even in rural areas people are mostly clustered into towns surrounded by farms and quite far from each other, Germany is laid out in a more medieval plan: there are tiny "dorfs" scattered everywhere, each maybe a quarter hour of walking from each other, all with their own names and, often, fiercely defended individuality. Practically every one has its own Karneval parade, sometime in the roughly week-long season, and thus there was plenty of walking and drum-banging to be done.
But do things stop when the parade ends? by no means! School lets out for the week of Karneval, and so it is undisputedly the biggest party week on the German calendar. And here I come to another strange and unusual aspect of Karneval: Karneval music. Karneval has a large tradition of traditional songs that are played in the parades and, naturally, repeated for the dancefloor at the parties. Many of them are in Kölsch, the dialect of Köln, making them very hard to understand. Thankfully they are also all very catchy and repetitive. These songs, I think, were all written with one goal in mind: for drunken people to sing along to. Their simple rhythms and catchy choruses mean that the everygerman (who is an incredibly enthusiastic singer with the addition of alcohol) can easily sing along. Further reinforcing this theory, some of these songs have lyrics so utterly senseless that no sober person could stand them. (One popular dance tune has one line of lyrics: "Light on bicycle, light on bicycle, DY-NA-MO!" It doesn't make any more sense in German.) These songs have an amazing sticking power: I awoke most mornings with a clear head, except for the songs from last night buzzing back and forth incessantly.
In short, I don't think I have had more fun in a week here than I had last week. Certainly, I have never seen my German friends and acquaintances so happy, or so crazy. I don't think I would recommend karneval as a vacation destination, because it's so utterly confusingly crazy, but I'm certainly coming back!
To understand Karneval, you have to understand its origins, which is far from easy: everybody has a story, and they're all different! Some say it is, like Mardi Gras, a kind of Going-out-of-business, everything-must-go sale on sin before Lent. Others say it is a festival for the driving out of the winter. (which didn't seem to work this year: it snowed all last week!) Still others say it was in the middle ages a time where anyone could speak their mind without being relieved of their head, or credit it as a kind of protest against the occupying French. I have no idea which of these are true, and I suspect they all are. But it really doesn't matter: Karneval requires no rationalization. It just happens, kind of as a safety blowoff of the year's tensions, a sort of societal new year's cleanout.
What was my place in this wacky week? My job was simple: march through the streets of various towns and villages with my fellow Panikorchester members and bang on a bass drum,
preferably in time. You see, the chief attractions of Karneval are the numerous parades featuring marching bands, floats with themes from politics to pears throwing candy, and often a "Prince" and "Princess" of the whole thing, with quite extravagant costumes. There are a lot of these parades, due to a quirk of German geography: unlike in the US, where even in rural areas people are mostly clustered into towns surrounded by farms and quite far from each other, Germany is laid out in a more medieval plan: there are tiny "dorfs" scattered everywhere, each maybe a quarter hour of walking from each other, all with their own names and, often, fiercely defended individuality. Practically every one has its own Karneval parade, sometime in the roughly week-long season, and thus there was plenty of walking and drum-banging to be done.But do things stop when the parade ends? by no means! School lets out for the week of Karneval, and so it is undisputedly the biggest party week on the German calendar. And here I come to another strange and unusual aspect of Karneval: Karneval music. Karneval has a large tradition of traditional songs that are played in the parades and, naturally, repeated for the dancefloor at the parties. Many of them are in Kölsch, the dialect of Köln, making them very hard to understand. Thankfully they are also all very catchy and repetitive. These songs, I think, were all written with one goal in mind: for drunken people to sing along to. Their simple rhythms and catchy choruses mean that the everygerman (who is an incredibly enthusiastic singer with the addition of alcohol) can easily sing along. Further reinforcing this theory, some of these songs have lyrics so utterly senseless that no sober person could stand them. (One popular dance tune has one line of lyrics: "Light on bicycle, light on bicycle, DY-NA-MO!" It doesn't make any more sense in German.) These songs have an amazing sticking power: I awoke most mornings with a clear head, except for the songs from last night buzzing back and forth incessantly.
In short, I don't think I have had more fun in a week here than I had last week. Certainly, I have never seen my German friends and acquaintances so happy, or so crazy. I don't think I would recommend karneval as a vacation destination, because it's so utterly confusingly crazy, but I'm certainly coming back!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
SNOW DAY!
Well, half-day. But apparrently, though there is as of now no sign of it, it is supposed to snow a lot today and tonight. In some higher-up parts of the eifel the buses carrying students had to turn around, and thus thay sent us all home after lunch ahead of the snow. So now I am home, hoping it's really going to dump so I don't have to worry about tomorrow, either!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
A weekend in the life.
I did a lot this weekend, and I took a lot of photos of it, too. Then I made a nice flickr album out of it! Here it is, I hope you enjoy it, and your comments are welcome!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Weinachtskonzert
I preformed in my village band's (it sounds all quaint, but Lantershofen really is too small to be called anything else) Christmas concert. I even had a solo, (well, a soli, with the other oboist) in which we played the part of... bagpipes. If you can get past the German at the beginning, (I wanted to put subtitles in, but I couldn't find a good way to do that) it's mostly music afterwards.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Dinner For One
A curious tradition of German New Year is the yearly showing of Dinner for One. Every year since 1972 German television runs a short, english stage skit on New Year's Eve. It is arguably the most popular thing in German television: in 2003, it was broadcast 19 times on various channels on New Year's, and has been broadcast in total more than 230 times, making it the most frequently rerun television program in the world. All this despite being in in English, presented without subtitles, and being totally unknown in English-speaking countries.
My German host family knows the dialogue by heart, and was highly confused when I hadn't heard of it.
My German host family knows the dialogue by heart, and was highly confused when I hadn't heard of it.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
SNOW!!
A lot has happened in the last week: I moved into a new host family, had Thanksgiving, played in three concerts (two on one day), and last but definitely not least, IT SNOWED!
This is what I saw when I opened the window this morning. In the night, it snowed about 15 cm.
Now if it only didn't have to be so cold out for it to be like this...
More photos here
This is what I saw when I opened the window this morning. In the night, it snowed about 15 cm.
Now if it only didn't have to be so cold out for it to be like this...
More photos here
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