Friday, June 17, 2011

Where the Heck is that Bus?: Public Transportation in Indiana

It's Friday. I'm walking along a busy highway. I can see the skyline of Indianapolis, but it's four miles away. The sun is beating down on me and I have no car. I guess I'll just have to set off on foot; it wouldn't be that bad. After all, I'd acquire a really nice sunburn, breathe in the inimitable and timeless aroma of diesel petrol and, if I'm lucky, narrowly avoid meeting my maker at the hands of an eighteen-wheeler truck (which I would soon discover to be the creator of said aroma). In other words, I'm stuck here at Dairy Queen. Typical.

But, wait; what's this? A bus stop! I'm saved! I'll just sit here on this slightly wobbly bench and wait for the next one to roll in. Perfect! Ooh, before I do that, though, let me see when the next bus is due...

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Pride and/or Prejudice: Gay Rights in America

3 days after a thoroughly invigorating time at Indy Pride this past Saturday, it still remains a ludicrous notion to me that the legislature of Indiana does not recognize gay marriage.

The so-called "biggest threat to American society" showed little sign of its menacing and dastardly ways as the gay community - as well as many straights - turned out in their thousands to stand in favo(u)r of equality.

As usual, the event was held in the highest of spirits, with people from all across the sextrum (can I trademark this term?) having a fantastic time.

In fact, such enjoyment served as an obvious rebuke to those that would insist, as I have often heard, that gay pride just "makes the gays look foolish." On the contrary, if anyone looks foolish it is exactly those people who offered up such a narrow-minded view in the first place; the same people who would think nothing of the hammed up farmers who race pigs at the state fair, but believe vehemently that boys in make-up are "making a spectacle of themselves."

40 years behind the rest of the western world 

Having grown up for most of my life in the UK, there are many aspects of life in America - and particularly the Midwest - that are truly alien to me. I am still, shall we say, a little miffed as to why there was such massive opposition to "Obamacare" and as to why it is okay for people to use the word "retard", while the word "goddamn" is utterly frowned upon in certain circles. The idea, also, that schools are being closed, rather than receiving additional funding, for under-performing on tests is an interesting one. But more on all of these things at a later time.

As someone with a relatively lengthy background in theatre, I count numerous openly gay people among my friends. A fair portion of these live right here in Indiana (though some, who are gayer than Liberace's frilly underwear, have somehow been married with kids for the past 10 years. Isn't it wonderful what those Christian boot camps can do to cure homosexuality?).

As I made my way around the stalls at Indy Pride, I encountered one gentleman who was considering moving to Massachusetts - one of only 5 states to recognize same-sex marriages - so that he could marry his long-term boyfriend. He told me:
"The problem with America is it is 40 years behind the rest of the western world. It's all fine and dandy having these parades, but if we don't wear the t-shirt everyday, then how will we ever get anywhere?"
Indeed, it is rare to see people - straight, gay, lesbian or transgender - adorning themselves with those same slogan-filled t-shirts on a day-to-day basis. Perhaps, there exists, with certain justification, a fear of persecution or judgement.

That said, one does get the sense that another civil rights movement might be just around the corner. If this is true, then those who seek equality for all must not be hesitant, for those who seek the opposite will one day be held to the same lowly standards we now hold racial bigots.

And so, from now until Indy Pride 2012 and beyond, let us never be afraid to express ourselves, whatever side of the sextrum we may be on, and let's allow pride to win out over prejudice.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Tornado! A Culture Shock for this Englishman

Image credit: Public Domain
In the wake of the devastating tornado that rippled through Joplin, Missouri on Sunday - killing some 116 people - I was moved to consider the fact that I, during my 29 years, have yet to witness a tornado, hailing (excuse the pun) as I do from England.

The only major British tornado-related incident I can recall occurred in the city of Birmingham in 2005. It was one of the strongest tornadoes recorded in the country in 30 years and, as I recall, ripped through a housing estate, leaving multiple terraced buildings in its wake. Luckily, no residents were home at the time of the storm and, in fact, no fatalities were reported that day.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Sausage Rolls: Why America Should Adopt them

Image credit: Norman Rogers. Public Domain.
Having lived in Indiana for the past 3 years there are some things that I still miss about the United Kingdom: public transportation, the National Health Service and my mum's cooking, to name a few. But this past weekend, I was reminded of a British "cuisine" that, deep down, I might miss more than any of the aforementioned luxuries. I'm referring to sausage rolls.

Nothing more than a sausage tucked inside a coating of puff pastry, a sausage roll is the most heavenly food on Earth, and is, in fact, extremely versatile. You can serve it at family dinners, house parties or even eat one while you navigate your way down the street.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Why British Weather Has Nothing On The Climate of Indiana

Author's note: I write this post against the backdrop of a major thunderstorm.

They have a phrase here in Indiana: "if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes."

As with many other things in this state (and indeed the rest of America), the climate - a very popular topic of conversation in the Hoosier State - seems to be a lot bigger and vastly more extreme than that of the fair British Isles.

My first brush with Indiana's ever-changing climate came on the day I first arrived at Indianapolis Airport - November 10, 2008. I was greeted, that day, not just by friends and members of my new family; but by a painfully under-temperate gust of snow, whose idea of a good time was to turn people's faces into a ghastly shade of red.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

"Go Back to Your Own Damn Country!"

Mexican Americans subject to policing laws in Arizona
The title of this post, in case you were wondering, is a word-for-word quotation of what a customer from Tennessee once told me when I, working as a call centre operative, informed him that he needed to divulge his password before any discussion of his account could take place. Needless to say, after uttering the most offensive goodbye I've ever heard, he promptly hung up.

Now, while most Americans are more than welcoming to Brits such as myself, there still exists in the United States a pervasive and, some would say, hypocritical, disregard for immigrants in general. This national trend of xenophobia, while thankfully not being embodied by the majority, shows little sign of going away.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

My Top 5 Places to Visit In Indiana

As you drive along the highways in Indiana, it can, at times, be difficult to remember that the Hoosier State is comprised of far more than just cornfields, chain restaurants and factories. Indeed, when I first arrived 28 months ago, my initial belief was that I had given up London for a life in what is commonly known here as "the sticks." But as time passed on and the corn got plucked away for the winter, I slowly came to realise that Indiana possessed some of the most fascinating - and, at times, surprising - places in the Midwest. I now bring you my top 5 in descending numerical order:

Friday, April 01, 2011

The Royals: An American Fascination


Back in England, Americans are often believed to hold the perception that all British people have some kind of acquaintance with Prince William. Indeed, I have, myself – on more than one occasion – been presented with this very question by inquisitive “Yanks” who may or may not have been stuck for anything better to ask.

But while some people are less astute than others, the U.S. – at least the Midwest – certainly possesses an often-unfathomable love affair with the Royal Family in general.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Review: ONEymoon (A Honeymoon For One)

Christel Bartelse brings the laughter in ONEymoon
Concluding a memorable excursion at the "by invitation" portion of this year's DivaFest, this author's final show was ONEymoon (A Honeymoon For One).

Co-written by the show's soul performer Christel Bartelse, ONEymoon opens with the wedding march. Cue the entrance of Caroline (Bartelse), who—acknowledging the crowd during her walk down the aisle—takes center stage for her "big day." The person she intends on marrying—as you may have inferred from the title—is herself, and it isn't long before jokes pertaining to this scenario emerge from the script.

Jetting off on her Caribbean honeymoon, we find Caroline, with a copy of Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina in hand, sipping cocktails as she eyes the potential "one-that-got-away" character of Roberto. Indeed, in an effort to ward off temptation, she reminds herself of the fact that she is already married, vowing to remain "faithful" to herself.

The show is peppered with comic one-liners and legitimately well-written (and expertly delivered) gags, which are often aimed just as much at the audience as any of the imagined characters on stage. Indeed, Bartelse's tireless endeavor into the world of audience participation is a consistent device throughout and serves the performer (and, indeed, the audience) extremely well. One such occasion sees two men—handpicked from the audience—take to the stage to play the parts of her dad and ex-boyfriend. Such moments, which had the potential to fall flat, play through seamlessly.

After a number of song and dance numbers, including an appropriate—if "drunken"—rendition of I Touch Myself, we arrive at the show's climax, which sees a pathos-filled confession regarding the character's fear of commitment and of growing old alone. Here, the character's human side becomes strongly solidified and the play, having gone back and forth between Caroline at the wedding and Caroline on her honeymoon, concludes with her throwing a bouquet into the audience while back at the former.    

An extremely well-written comedy, ONEymoon is a delight from its matrimonial opening to its poignant conclusion, delivering an abundance of comic moments throughout. Hardly surprising, when you consider that Bartelse herself graduated from Chicago's Second City, an enterprise that gave birth to the likes of Tina Fey, Jane Lynch and Amy Sedaris. On this evidence, Bartelse would not look out of place next to these.

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Review: Funny, A Trunk Show

Ms. Denmo Ibrahim was highly convincing as the plump,
40-something Egyptian Mohammed 
Continuing my round-up of the "by invitation" shows at this year's DivaFest, the next play up for review was Funny, A Trunk Show—the story of an Egyptian man and his torrid struggle to renew his passport with the U.S. Bureau of Citizenship and Immigration Services.

Following the utterly gripping Commencement, Funny, A Trunk Show had a virtually unattainable standard to live up to, but given this author's own encounters with U.S. immigration services, I was intrigued to see where Denmo Ibrahim—star and creator of the show —would take her (yes, HER!) character and, more importantly, the story itself.

Standing in line, with suitcase in hand, Mohammed Hosni (or "Mo" to his friends) sets the scene immediately with what would essentially remain a 45-minute monologue—treating the audience to some well-timed humor ("they might at least put in a fan"). But as the opening fifteen minutes play out, not even the highly convincing performance of a fat-suited and mustachioed Ibrahim can disguise the lacklustre directing, an issue that was duly outlined by the lack of pacing during the initial moments of Mo's journey.

This aside, however, the play did offer some finely crafted audience interaction. Indeed, it was only once the play veered away from its attempts to be laugh-out-loud funny that it finally began to excel. As we come to discover more of Mo's familial history and the struggles he has had to endure on his way to gaining citizenship, we develop a sense of compassion for the character, whose satirical, almost sarcastic quips against government bureaucracy ring true.

Despite a somewhat muddled ending, Funny, A Trunk Show was an enjoyable start to what is set to become a trilogy of plays (created by A Denmo Project), while props must go to Ms. Ibrahim, whose stylish and authentic performance was enough to make the audience forget that the plump, 40-something Mohammed was in fact a slim-build actress in her early 30s.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Review: Commencement

Hanna Cheek gave
a towering performance
It's that time of year again, as IndyFringe celebrates the works of female playwrights for DivaFest. The first installment, which kicked off in earnest this past Friday, was propped up by three very different shows, whose performers, writers, and production teams had traveled far and wide to perform here in Indianapolis.  

The first piece on this author's roster was Commencement—a show that was, in fact, penned by male writer and New York City resident Clay McLeod Chapman, and one that boasted a performance of epic proportions from its female star, Hannah Cheek. 

Beginning the story, which explores three womens' individual reactions to a mass school shooting, Cheek immediately invites the audience into this sixty-minute journey with some neatly controlled—and borderline frantic—stage business. Coupling this with the grim and often darkly comic exposition, the character, who we soon discover to be the mother of the shooter himself, draws the audience into a realm of thinking seldom explored by the mainstream media in the wake of these all too familiar tragedies. The sense of anguish created by Cheek in this initial scene is such that we almost feel sympathy for the shooter.

As the story begins to unravel and Cheek's other characters—who she portrays with a degree of versatility some of Broadway's finest would be proud of—come into play, the audience is treated to a tense, deliberate and energized piece of theater, which remains incredibly powerful from its enigmatic opening right through to its rousing and heart-wrenching climax. A work of stunning endeavor, simplicity and structure, Chapman's fine script truly deserves the recognition it has received, while Cheek bears all the hallmarks of a future Tony Award winner.

Commencement was not only a truly wonderful way to initiate my DivaFest fix, but also a terrific and timely reminder that the power to both provoke and challenge an audience is still very much alive in modern theater.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

USA: The Sleeping Giant of Association Football

 2010 World Cup - Shine 2010
Back in the UK there exists a bullish viewpoint that Americans "don't know anything about football" and that, because they didn't invent the sport, they show very little interest in it. With equal fervour, whenever the subject comes up, your average British football fanatic will passionately defend his right to call the sport by its widely used name, while admonishing Americans for trying to label it "soccer." Explaining to a Brit that "soccer" derives from the word "Association" (as in Association Football) and that it originated in England itself is often a dizzying experience.

But the truth is, whatever you call it, American interest in the sport is growing - at least here in Indiana.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Divided by a common language (cartoon)



Laurence is a British expat living in Indianapolis, Indiana. He is a contributor for BBC America and has written for Anglotopia. In addition to his expatriate musings, Laurence is a keen composer of orchestral music. For more information on Laurence's compositions, follow him on SoundCloud.

Monday, March 07, 2011

A British Expat's Take on US-Style Open Casket Funerals

Hailing from a country that thrust the Victorian age upon an unsuspecting world almost 200 years ago, I am quite used to the notion of morbidity.

Indeed, I remember some years ago (before moving to the United States) stumbling upon a selection of 19th century photographs. They depicted a family sitting on their lovely Victorian furniture. Nobody was smiling, but then no one did in photographs back then, and the family looked, well, just like any other family. That is, until I discovered that the baby—seated in his or her mother's lap—had died two days before the photo shoot. The family dinner must have been a gas that night.

The imprint of these moribund black and whites remained in my head for quite some time. That said, I was deeply relieved that practices such as this were consigned to the 19th Century. Quite a naive belief, it turns out.

Here in America, a tradition persists that frankly sends chills up and down this writer's spine. Indeed, it is a tradition that might as well have broken my spine, such was the numbness I felt immediately after bearing witness to it.

I'm talking about the open casket funeral; the practice of displaying a recently deceased relative or loved one inside a funeral home (or, indeed, your own home!) for all to see.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

5 Misconceptions About Americans

Every time the subject of 'Americans' comes up around the British dinner table, invariably the conversation suddenly becomes laden with judgement, national stereotyping and, dare I say it, light-hearted disapproval. Accusations that "Americans are loud" are frequently made (often with equal loudness) by those drunkards down at the pub, while many who insist that "Americans are ignorant" have, themselves, never actually interacted with one first hand.

I'm generalising, of course, but these generalisations are based on my own experiences, having socialised and worked with many individuals who tend to be quite partial to the aforementioned assertions.

10 Places in Indiana Named After English Cities

Driving through the Indiana countryside, those with a basic grasp of British geography could be forgiven for thinking that either they were on some adventure through the greens of New England or that they were quite literally negotiating the roads of England itself. Whether you're stopping off in Plymouth or passing through Oxford, there is seemingly no end to the number of places that share their name with famous English cities and towns. Here's 10 to get you started:

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Some lesser known spelling differences between British English and American English

It is a well known fact that key differences exist between British English (or, as I like to call it, Bringlish) and American English (Ameringlish). Anyone who has a little understanding of the linguistic divide that separates the two nations will recognise/recognize common variants in word-spelling, such as 'colour' (as opposed to 'color') or 'theatre' (as opposed to 'theater').

However, as an Englishman who has lived in the United States for over two years, I have become increasingly aware of a cluster of lesser known differences in not only spelling, but also pronunciation. The following is a partial list of spelling variants, with the British spelling being followed by the American spelling.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Top 10 Things Americans Say When They Meet A British Person

Being a "British guy" living in Indiana, I've heard the strangest, most unexpected questions and comments from Americans who either want to know a little more about British culture, or who, deep down, probably can't think of anything better to say. Here's a list of the most frequent.

The British Invasion

During my short time living in the United States, the American fascination with England and its people has not, admittedly, taken me by any great surprise. After all, Harry Potter has been the official must-have literature for swathes of American pre-teens for over a decade.

Additionally, the Royal Family continues to hold a place in the hearts of millions of Americans who long for their congressional politics to be replaced by a monarchy. And of course, The Beatles, whose triumphant march across the Atlantic paved the way for a plethora of other America-breaking chart toppers.