Hello all,
I've decided to move my vlogs onto tumblr, since it seems to be a more video-posting friendly site... We'll see how it goes.
This blog will still remain for writing-bloggy posts. I promise I do actually have some in the works, just haven't gotten around to finishing them.
In the meantime, if you've enjoyed my vlogs, head over to 茶 & Tea's Tumblr to check out my potential new "series" about my adventures in my poorly stocked kitchen.
Lights, Camera, Action?
Tuesday 27 November 2012
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What do you get when you add a carnival/festival centered around Christmas Lights, a booth selling baklava, an anthropology museum in the dark, six days left on a Final Cut Pro trial, and Megan's scattered brain?
This:
Apologies on the lack of museum footage. I ran into friends, and I was too embarrassed to keep filming.
On a brighter note, my friend Phoenix and I ate A LOT of baklava and rode spinning teacups. We also seriously considered trying to bribe our way onto the tiny car ride. And we had hot chocolate with brandy. Props go to Jonny for filming us on the swings. =D
This:
Apologies on the lack of museum footage. I ran into friends, and I was too embarrassed to keep filming.
On a brighter note, my friend Phoenix and I ate A LOT of baklava and rode spinning teacups. We also seriously considered trying to bribe our way onto the tiny car ride. And we had hot chocolate with brandy. Props go to Jonny for filming us on the swings. =D
A Benetian Thanksgiving
Friday 23 November 2012
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A lot of the halls and colleges in Oxford decided to serve a Thanksgiving dinner for their formals yesterday night. My housemate invited me to his hall's Thanksgiving Formal, and you know that Asian stereotype where you always take pictures of your meals (especially when going out)? Well, I took that stereotype a step further and decided to film my meal, because I am a dork and need raw footage to make my last 11 days of my Final Cut Pro trial worthwhile. Never-mind the fact that the American students gave lovely speeches to explain the origins of the holiday and what it has come to mean in the US, clearly I thought the food was the more important subject to film. Besides, what better way to show off this English "family's" take on a American holiday?
Happy Thanksgiving, Americaland!
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
Thursday 22 November 2012
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It's that time of year again. Wintery fairy lights are hung on and between shops, a giant Christmas tree is put up in the center of town, the temperature drops overnight, and at one point you find yourself in the library going, "My God, it's seventh week..." For rowers, this realization finishes with "...and I'm going to be on the river for 90% of the week..."
Yup, it's the week of Christ Church Regatta, a rowing competition for novices. Usually, in this regatta the boats race side by side, and the winner is whoever crosses the finish line first. This year though, because of all the lovely English weather we've been experiencing, the first few days of the regatta are a "heads" race, which is basically a time trial. Boats with certain times are then bumped up to the semi-finals and eventually finals, which are side-by-side races. I thought I'd vlog the experience this year for no good reason at all:
Day One
Day Two
Racing was cancelled for the day due to fast streams and a very high river. It was also violently windy. Seriously. The wind almost knocked me into a car while I was cycling home. Wind is evil...
Day Three
Racing was cancelled today as well. River conditions have been marked "red flag," the dangerous flag. Apparently, my housemate and I also received a flood warning for our house. Fun times in England, no?
Day Four
The final day of racing was cancelled too. The river had flooded and was considered waaaaay too dangerous to boat on. It was a bit of a let down, but the post-regatta celebrations went ahead anyway. On the plus side, everyone's now psyched and eager for next term's outings and racing.
Yup, it's the week of Christ Church Regatta, a rowing competition for novices. Usually, in this regatta the boats race side by side, and the winner is whoever crosses the finish line first. This year though, because of all the lovely English weather we've been experiencing, the first few days of the regatta are a "heads" race, which is basically a time trial. Boats with certain times are then bumped up to the semi-finals and eventually finals, which are side-by-side races. I thought I'd vlog the experience this year for no good reason at all:
Racing was cancelled for the day due to fast streams and a very high river. It was also violently windy. Seriously. The wind almost knocked me into a car while I was cycling home. Wind is evil...
Racing was cancelled today as well. River conditions have been marked "red flag," the dangerous flag. Apparently, my housemate and I also received a flood warning for our house. Fun times in England, no?
The final day of racing was cancelled too. The river had flooded and was considered waaaaay too dangerous to boat on. It was a bit of a let down, but the post-regatta celebrations went ahead anyway. On the plus side, everyone's now psyched and eager for next term's outings and racing.
Pre- and Post- Election Day
Friday 9 November 2012
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Well hello.
I've decided to give this thing called vlogging a go, since I like editing in Final Cut Pro. Did I intend to rhyme there? The answer is no.
Some background to these "vlogs:"
The 2012 American Presidential Election was this past Tuesday (November 6th), and after downloading a trial version of Final Cut Pro the day before, I decided to make a "Go Vote" video as a test run. A "few" glasses of amaretto and coke along with the usual fit of late-night funnies may have also been involved in the decision-making and film-making/editing. The final project, cleverly titled "Vote, please?," ended up looking like this:
Approximately three or four days after Election Night, I stumbled upon a dessert with American flag packaging in our local Tesco, a grocery store chain in England. Anyway, the dessert looked pretty...catastrophic, so I opted for two slices of cookie dough cheesecake, which was on sale and also wrapped in American flag packaging. My curiosity satisfied and my stomach growling, I headed home. A few moments later, my housemate came in with his own Tesco bags, exclaiming "I've got things for the house!...limes, a bottle of tonic, a bottle of lemonade, a bottle of lime cordial, and this, which I found intriguing." Lo and behold, he unpacked that disastrous dessert. And that's when I decided to film us trying out this monstrosity and led to this second "vlog:"
I hope you enjoy them, and until next time, cheers!
I've decided to give this thing called vlogging a go, since I like editing in Final Cut Pro. Did I intend to rhyme there? The answer is no.
Some background to these "vlogs:"
The 2012 American Presidential Election was this past Tuesday (November 6th), and after downloading a trial version of Final Cut Pro the day before, I decided to make a "Go Vote" video as a test run. A "few" glasses of amaretto and coke along with the usual fit of late-night funnies may have also been involved in the decision-making and film-making/editing. The final project, cleverly titled "Vote, please?," ended up looking like this:
Approximately three or four days after Election Night, I stumbled upon a dessert with American flag packaging in our local Tesco, a grocery store chain in England. Anyway, the dessert looked pretty...catastrophic, so I opted for two slices of cookie dough cheesecake, which was on sale and also wrapped in American flag packaging. My curiosity satisfied and my stomach growling, I headed home. A few moments later, my housemate came in with his own Tesco bags, exclaiming "I've got things for the house!...limes, a bottle of tonic, a bottle of lemonade, a bottle of lime cordial, and this, which I found intriguing." Lo and behold, he unpacked that disastrous dessert. And that's when I decided to film us trying out this monstrosity and led to this second "vlog:"
I hope you enjoy them, and until next time, cheers!
A Funny Encounter with ROUSs
Tuesday 12 June 2012
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My grandmother had a jungle in her backyard. Well, not really, but she had enough plant and animal life back there to make one. My mom used to say it was because she was a little old lady from the countryside of Japan, and when many of them move to the States, it’s almost a requirement for country Japanese ladies to have some form of garden/miniature farm in their backyard. Well, my grandmother had a very wide variety of vegetation in that backyard. Seriously. She had grapes, tomatoes, roses, cucumbers, eggplants, more roses, tangerines, even more roses and once I even found a giant orange pumpkin out there. But the most “jungle-y” part of her yard was the fenced in corner where an orange tree and two giant avocado trees reigned. She had fenced this part of the yard off (complete with a lockable gate) in order to keep the wildlife, which included my brother, cousins and I, from climbing the trees and eating her precious produce. While this homemade wood and wire fence worked on the obedient children, the other critters weren’t as compliant, and there were quite a few of them too.
There was Buddy, the golden retriever-lab mix, who used to dig his way under the fence and then dig more holes in the little tree enclosure, holes which my poor grandmother would later trip on due to the fact that they were hidden beneath a layer of dead leaves. Then there was Hard-Hat, the desert turtle who is probably over five hundred years old by now and despite his age, would dig under the fence or use Buddy’s ready-made paths and then bury himself beneath the leaves to sleep, which would also cause my poor grandmother to trip. After many happy years of digging holes, Buddy passed away and eventually a beautiful feral calico cat hopped the fences into my grandmother’s yard, mewing for food, which my grandmother gave her, believing that calico cats are good luck, and then named her Mii. And it was Mii that helped bring to my attention the other critters that crawled around in that jungle of a yard and from whom this post is named after.
I discovered (or became aware of these creatures) one very late evening when my mom and I paid one of our nearly daily visits to my grandmother. On this visit, my grandmother had lost her timorous and strictly indoor cat, another calico named Miki who had been a kitten during Buddy’s time. Even though this cat is terrified of her own shadow and runs anytime anyone opens any of the doors that lead outside, my mother thought it might be a good idea for me to check outside to see if she had possibly ventured out when my grandmother was watering. So armed with a flashlight, I headed out into the backyard to search through the jungle. Immediately after I stepped onto the porch area by the back door, Mii came running up to me, mewing and purring. I bent down to pet her and nearly jumped smack into the back door when I did. Most, if not all, of her nose had been torn off, so you could see her front teeth and her mouth, making her look like a deranged “zombie cat.” She was fine, but to further describe how scary this cat now looked, my uncle told me later that when his ten-year-old niece stopped by something along the lines of this occurred:
Little Niece: KITTY!
Meow!
Basically, an ROUS is a fearsome, brodingnagian rat that (due to its size) is capable of devouring a human being as well as brutally maiming adorable cats.
And my grandmother was inadvertently breeding these creatures in her backyard.
Now, I know you must be rolling your eyes in disbelief at this point. Particularly since I do not have any evidence other than my somewhat ridiculous story. At some point, when I have gotten over my new fear of that jungle of a backyard, I will brave it again and take some photos of these beasts. But in the meantime, I would simply like to say I think my grandmother’s neighbours might want to consider building higher fences of a rather sturdy material.
There was Buddy, the golden retriever-lab mix, who used to dig his way under the fence and then dig more holes in the little tree enclosure, holes which my poor grandmother would later trip on due to the fact that they were hidden beneath a layer of dead leaves. Then there was Hard-Hat, the desert turtle who is probably over five hundred years old by now and despite his age, would dig under the fence or use Buddy’s ready-made paths and then bury himself beneath the leaves to sleep, which would also cause my poor grandmother to trip. After many happy years of digging holes, Buddy passed away and eventually a beautiful feral calico cat hopped the fences into my grandmother’s yard, mewing for food, which my grandmother gave her, believing that calico cats are good luck, and then named her Mii. And it was Mii that helped bring to my attention the other critters that crawled around in that jungle of a yard and from whom this post is named after.
I discovered (or became aware of these creatures) one very late evening when my mom and I paid one of our nearly daily visits to my grandmother. On this visit, my grandmother had lost her timorous and strictly indoor cat, another calico named Miki who had been a kitten during Buddy’s time. Even though this cat is terrified of her own shadow and runs anytime anyone opens any of the doors that lead outside, my mother thought it might be a good idea for me to check outside to see if she had possibly ventured out when my grandmother was watering. So armed with a flashlight, I headed out into the backyard to search through the jungle. Immediately after I stepped onto the porch area by the back door, Mii came running up to me, mewing and purring. I bent down to pet her and nearly jumped smack into the back door when I did. Most, if not all, of her nose had been torn off, so you could see her front teeth and her mouth, making her look like a deranged “zombie cat.” She was fine, but to further describe how scary this cat now looked, my uncle told me later that when his ten-year-old niece stopped by something along the lines of this occurred:
Little Niece: KITTY!
Mii (who resembles one of these creatures):
Little Niece *runs away screaming*
Anyway that’s how terrifying Mii looked, poor thing. Back to the original story, so I saw her face, figured she had just gotten into a messy fight with another cat not even considering that something else might have done that, and continued on my search with Mii mewing from the safety of the porch and its light. I stumbled in between my grandmother’s rows of vegetation, scanning with my light and stupidly crying out, “Miiiiiikiiii! Here kitty, kitty!” when my light finally caught a pair of eyes staring at me:
Me: Miki! There you are, you silly kitty! Come on, let’s go back inside!
Pair of Eyes:………
Me: Come on, Miki! Come here, you silly kitty!
In response to that last statement, the pair of eyes lifted a rather long white nose that sniffed the air.
Me: Well….you’re certainly not Miki. *nervous laughter* I’m just going to slowly back away now.
At this point, I had begun to turn to start my sprint towards the back door, when my light fell upon a giant furry rear with a long hairless tail hustling into one of my grandmother’s vegetable patches. Now when I say giant, I mean, as I tried to explain to my mother after I ran back into the house screaming my head off, giant. The one I saw that night had to have been at least the size of an eight-year-old child on steroids and equally as terrifying. In fact, the creature I witnessed was so large and frightening that I am inclined to believe that it was not a possum but in fact, an ROUS.
What is an ROUS you might ask? ROUS is an abbreviation for “Rodents of Unusual Size,” and these creatures are most famous for their appearance in William Goldman’s novel The Princess Bride (and eventually Rob Reiner’s film adaptation seen below).
Basically, an ROUS is a fearsome, brodingnagian rat that (due to its size) is capable of devouring a human being as well as brutally maiming adorable cats.
And my grandmother was inadvertently breeding these creatures in her backyard.
Now, I know you must be rolling your eyes in disbelief at this point. Particularly since I do not have any evidence other than my somewhat ridiculous story. At some point, when I have gotten over my new fear of that jungle of a backyard, I will brave it again and take some photos of these beasts. But in the meantime, I would simply like to say I think my grandmother’s neighbours might want to consider building higher fences of a rather sturdy material.
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