Wednesday, February 18, 2009

A Critique by Anon

Hello Lovers,

So I woke up this morning to find my Gmail had a new message for me in my inbox. I had received 2 new comments here on my beloved blog! (Off Topic: Laura's here and I'm so glad. We're having a ball. Pictures will come later. No time to be on the computer). And...well...they weren't exactly what I was expecting to see first thing on a Wednesday morning. Anyways, I thought I would post what this person wrote (since the comments are not private and are for everyone to read anyways...if they don't know/like that feel free to email me and I'll remove them, but I just feel I need to give everyone a background) This person is Anonymous, and so I'll just call them Anon.

Anon writes:

I just ran into your random blog about the random band member of the random band. And yes, if they were in Kentucky they were on tour. They live in Scotland and often go to local clubs after they perform and dance and drink. They are just regular guys. As for the bow and the politeness that is just how they are to their fans which is why they have "groupies" from all walks of life and all age groups and from all over the world. My grandaughter has loved them since she was two. She is five now. One of their oldest fans died recently at 80 something. And there are a whole lot of us that wouldn't appreciate being called middle aged white trash. I don't know what you look like nor do I really care, but trust me, you were nothing special to him I can assure you! People like you are a dime a dozen and they band knows PLENTY of your type.

February 18, 2009 at 5:35 am
Anonymous said...

I do apologize for my stupidity. They were in Scotland. As you mentioned Glasgow and the Kentucky Ren Faire, I thought you meant Glasgow, Kentucky. They have been there quite a few times and I didn't read your whole blog. As for the rest of my comment, it stands.


Wow. I guess this is what happens when people who aren't your friends/family/friends of family read your blog? Ok that's cool. I feel like what I wrote was a *little* misunderstood. Here's what I wrote so everyone knows what it is that this person is so peeved about.

I wrote:

Second random story. So Mom and I saw this band called Albannach at the Kentucky Renaissance Faire (hello nerd stamp...) and they were really good. I liked them...tribal scottish stuff..good drum beats to trance out to. Anyways, they're from Glasgow. Apparently they're not on tour at the moment because once we arrived at this teeny tiny club. Guess who I saw? A band member, drunk and dancing to house music. Made me laugh. I introduced myself and told him I knew the band. He bowed down to me...well deserved I must say. (probably was just amazed that a woman under the age of 35 knew of the band and wasn't total white trash/groupie....cause that is what seemed to be the fan least when I saw them). Anyways, it was just odd. Only my life would I run into a random band member of a random band.

Alright, so that's what I said, and everyone has seen/read the response to my tiny social commentary. Here now, is my response to "Anon"...

Dear Anon,

First I cannot decipher if you are male or female. However, I am taking a guess at saying female, perhaps between the ages of 25-50 who is from Kentucky and is a frequent attendant at the Kentucky Ren Faire. I am also taking an educated guess that you also are a great fan of Albannach (no reason not to be, as they are very fun to listen to and great performers). I also have a hunch that you are not a fan of me. Which is a shame, as I pride myself on being a sociable and likable person (at least my 635+ facebook friends tell me so). I have no need to censor myself on this blog, because I am writing from my point of view. I also write my blog as a train of thought. Personally, I have been told that my writing style and how I present my opinions is fun and entertaining to read (of course now I have received my first hate mail, congratulations, you should get a prize).

You have taken a small and rather random (and old) topic to choose as a way to rip me a new asshole. Sadly, you did not succeed. First, I feel rather justified in my observation because when I saw this band at the Ren Faire, the groupies that were dancing half naked, on the side of the stage were not pretty little 17 year olds nor young children. Yes, there was a wide audience in attendance, including myself (I am definitely no where near the age of 35, and my mother is over 50). That were sitting on the haystacks enjoying a (hot) but good music set. However, my attention was constantly drawn to the women desperately trying to get the bands attention with pseudo-sexy dance moves that they must have picked up from the local YMCA belly dancing for beginners class.

On that note, when I ran into the band member in Glasgow Scotland, I was not doing pseudo-sexy dance moves that I picked at my local YMCA Belly Dance Class. On the other hand, I was simply showing my appreciation to this band member for their music. I would not have even considered pursuing him, because my boyfriend would not have appreciated that. Nor frankly, was I interested. So, Anon, you are offended because I was simply making a truthful commentary on Kentucky's colorful culture (which by the way is also my home state) that I observed at the ren faire. However, for you to insinuate that I was trying to take this band member home, and that I am a "dime a dozen" and that they know "PLENTY of your [my] type" is just flat rude.

You write, "I don't know what you look like nor do I really care, but trust me, you were nothing special to him I can assure you! People like you are a dime a dozen and they band knows PLENTY of your type."

If you do not know what I look like, then how do you know I am a dime a dozen? You don't. How do you know that I was nothing special to him? You don't. You were not there. In fact, you did not even realize that I was talking about Glasgow Scotland, even though my blog is titled Scotland Bound. I am not a club-rat, nor am I a slutty groupie. I have a strong distaste for women who pursue bandmembers just because they are in a band. However, if I see a musical artist that I recognize, specifically if they are in a small, not incredibly well known band, I just wanted to let him know that I thought their music was good...and that I liked his tattoos.

As for the white-trash comment. Any woman parading around half dressed, drinking arbor mist and smoking cigarettes in a horribly tacky belly dance fantasy (very much NOT Renaissance) costume, with poorly bleached hair, and blue eye shadow, classifies as "white-trash".

If this is not you, then no worries. If it is you, be proud. You're special and make Renaissance Festivals worth going to.



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Tuesday, February 10, 2009


So here's a video of some people protesting just about everything yesterday on campus. Mostly Palestine/Israel/Socialism (pro?)/and the good old stand by, G.W. Bush. Cause clearly a former president is worth the effort. He's off into oblivion kids...just leave the village idiot and (rumored to be at it again) alcoholic alone. We have other more important issues, like domestic abuse between R&B couples (shame on your Chris Brown!)

It's shorter than it should be ... but whateves...enjoy. I personally like the bit about "our campus! our school!" etc etc.


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White Socks and Sock Etiquette at Scandinavian Parties

Helloooo Lovers,

So this post is a little later than I had intended to post, but it's been an interesting/busy/stressful weekend, and I just did not have the chance to do it. Plus I left my video camera at my flat and I wasn't there at all this weekend.

Right, onto my story.

Last Wednesday I attended a little get together organized by two friends of mine, Ida and Julia, both are from Sweden. As most of us know, it is almost Mardi Gras, and in Sweden they have a pastry that they always eat for Mardi Gras. Julia and Ida decided to make tons and invite people over to eat them. I was invited, and I was very excited about it. (um, duh, pastry?)

So I get there, Fredrik was running late, and I was lucky enough that I did not have to wait in the snow for him. As I was turning around to go waste time in a convience store (I did not know how to get to the girls' flat) I ran into Cecilla. So I walked with her to the flat, and once we get there, I was reminded of a stead fast Scandi tradition. Removal of footwear when entering a house. (No this entry does not end like that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie got a pair of Manolos at the end, though it would have been cool to get a pair of Manolos..if anyone wants to send me a pair, I wear a 9.5 in American and a 41 in Euro. K. Thnx.). Well, it was damn cold outside that day, so I wore 2 pairs of socks, and on top of this I was wearing black jeans. Now, beign American, and not giving a damn about socks (I wore horribly mismatched socks when I was in like 4th grade...I really don't care about socks), I just had on my lovely $6 6-pack Champion Socks from Target on. I had just bought 2 bags before moving to Scotland, so they're still fairly clean. I didn't really think much of it at the time of removing shoes, but as the night wore on...I noticed something.

I was the only one in white socks. I was 1 of 2 Americans. Jose had on grey boy-ish socks, he didn't even have white socks on.




I felt like I had just committed the worst Scandinavian fashion crime EVER. I instantly became self concious and just assumed that all the Norwegian, Danish, and Swedish conversations were in regard to my sock color choices. ("Abby's great, but you can so tell she's American. LOL Look at her socks!" "Only my grandfather wears white socks! LOLOLOL!" get the idea...)

So for most of the evening, post realization, I sat on my feet until I decided it was time to go. I checked out early because I had to be at Pollok House first thing in the morning.

As I was leaving I was talking to Fredrik about my observation, and he looks at me and says (a little bit like I'm an idiot, though I know he didn't mean it that way), "well it's a rule, dark pants, dark socks..."

wtf. no. You wear clean socks. no matter the color. In America, at least where I live, we leave our shoes ON, meaning, SOCK COLOR DOESN'T MATTER.


This means that from now on, next time I'm at a Scandinavian Social Gathering in a flat, I must wear only tights, or better socks.

Looks like I'll need to go sock shopping.

Anyways, here are a couple of videos from the night, and then also some pictures from the evening. It was good fun...minus the sock stuff.


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Sneak Preview

Sneak Preview to my next post:

The titled is called: White Socks and Sock etiquette at Scandinavian Parties.

Summary: What happens when an American girl goes to a Scandi/European party where everyone takes off her shoes to realize she's the only one in white socks.

Feel free to laugh at me.

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Monday, February 2, 2009


So it snowed in Glasgow today. Big fat wet flakes with lots of wind. Watching it from the comfort of a warm and cozy room means that it was lovely. Walking in it sucked. I had to walk in it a lot...more than what I got to sit and enjoy from the comfort of a warm and cozy room.

I'll try and remember to take pictures tomorrow...not like an inch of snow is really that big of a deal, but England is freaking out about it.


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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Huzzah! I got to paint!

Helloooo lovers,

Well as most of you all are suffering without electricity, extremely freezing cold temperatures, ridiculous amounts of snow and ice, I just wanted to write about how lovely the weather was in Glasgow this week. Upper 40s and sunny most of the week. Yay! It was a lovely pick me up. Also, it's been extremely lovely being this far up north, as sadly before the winter solstice it got dark incredibly fast, but now that we're heading into spring and summer, it's been staying brighter and brighter much quicker. Before I left for home in December it was dark by 3:30 or 4. Now it stays light until after 5 or so. Which is great, the more daylight the better.

I had a good week this week, despite a rough sunday (Drinking game called toyko drift + whiskey=not a good combination....). I had a meeting with Sally, my Palaces and Castles class to discuss my dissertation etc, and she had a lot of really good feedback for me...which i'm very happy about. First she said that the idea was good enough to do a whole PhD on (not for a few more years I think.). My writing needs a lot of work, because it's not academic enough, but she said that I had a good 'eye' when analyzing and looking at images. This made me very very happy. When reflecting on my education at IU, I think I can credit them with helping me develop that skill, as we spent a great deal of time looking and analyzing images and so on. However, I do wish we had professors who really worked with writing. I was always frustrated about how we were required to bust out essay after essay but no one really gave us much feedback on style? A quality vs quanity thing I suppose.

Friday I worked at Pollok House, which was good fun. Helped with a tour in the morning for some school children, after that Beth and I sat in on an art class and I got to paint for a couple of hours, which was good fun, and I just tried to enjoy myself. I focused on playing with color and color theory with Delacroix the whole time. :) Then we worked on the fashion show planning which..

Da da da DAAAAHHH!! Is APRIL 18th! So, if you will be in the Glasgow area, you should either be in attendance or participating.

Then I had a great dinner with Kelly at the Islay Inn, a bottle of wine and 3 hours later, we were talked out, and happy. I consider myself quiet lucky that we made friends on facebook before coming. [Same for Heloise too!]

Saturday was spent hanging out around the flat, talking to mom, and then i ventured out to city centre and back in the evening just to get some air and excersize before Amy showed up at 7 and we devoured an extra large Papa John's Pizza. I can't stand Papa John's at home, but's heaven. ;) After that we went to a party at a flat where she knew the girl. I had a lovely time, and went home fairly early.

This week will be a nice one. Tapestries in 16th Century Palaces and Castles! WEEEE!!!

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