Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Thursday, September 17, 2009

musings of a city rat

We took a hiatus from the South Bank today and ventured up North of the Thames to visit The London School of Economics and Political Science-- where I will be studying over the next year. Walking around the different academic buildings, I was reminded of how urban the campus is. I inevitably started thinking about my undergraduate years at Columbia. I wondered how one school, one city, one experience, would compare to the other.
On a surface level, the two schools are similar in that they are both located in the middle of extremely large, fast-paced, expensive, cosmopolitan cities. But I think that is where the similarities end-- at least in terms of what my experience at Columbia was and what I think my experience at LSE will be.

Columbia's campus was designed to be a bit of an oasis within New York. Once you walk through the gates into the main campus you can almost forget you're in the Big Apple. I remember my father, during Orientation week on campus, saying at several points that we needed to make a trip "into the city." I had to remind him and myself several times that we were in the city.

My experience at Columbia was very much shaped by how self-contained the spaces I existed in were. I lived on campus housing through all four years. Three of those years my dorms were inside the main campus, so I didn't even have to cross a street to get to class. During the week, I almost never left Morningside Heights. From the dorm, to class, to the library, to the Spec and back, all within a 7 block radius.
I would go downtown by myself during the weekends to walk around the Village, Soho, or the Lower East Side (what my friends started calling 'Sergio time'). Some of my favorite memories of my Columbia days consist of those solitary walks, discovering stores, cafes, and parks. But those moments seem very separate from the bulk of my college experience. In retrospect they seem more like brief weekend trips, as opposed to a continuation of my college life.
I can already tell my experience at LSE is going to be radically different. For one thing, I won't be living on campus. I have to take two different tube lines to get to school. I will have to deal with the morning commute and rush hour crowds. In college all I had to do was roll out of bed and walk a hundred steps to get to my class.

Also, LSE's campus is more integrated into the city. It would be inaccurate to say that the buildings are completely dispersed, but they are also not contiguous. Walking in between buildings one passes pubs, shops, even what seemed to be a plastic surgeon's office! My day to day school life will be so much more a part of the city than it ever was at Columbia.
I find this change in pace and space both intimidating and exhilarating. Intimidating perhaps because of its unfamiliarity. But exhilarating because change means being able to reconfigure your life in a whichever way you want. For instance, I harbor romantic notions of studying at cafes around the city, jetting off to different neighborhoods, depending on my mood. It's exciting to wonder what part I will play in the life of the city, and what part the city will play in my own life.

Monday, September 14, 2009

In a New York state of mind

A particular ad (or, rather, "advert") for Tropicana orange juice has been on the telly quite a bit since we arrived. Over a montage of iconic New York images (including one of a Hasidic man buying bagels...) it advertises Tropicana as "New York's favorite juice."



In the States, I doubt Tropicana would make any such claims. If any geographical association is pushed, it would probably be with Florida, land of sun and citrus. But I guess Brits just love the Big Apple (even when it comes to oranges). There's something there which draws them in, perhaps because it seems so different from the rest of the country? This also explains the UK popularity of such shows as "Friends" and "Sex and the City." (But not, curiously, "Seinfeld" -- is it TOO steeped in New York minutiae so as to be thoroughly incomprehensible?)

For a recently transplanted New Yorker such as myself, the ad has an almost Pavlovian effect, making me long for the glistening sophistication of the city I used to call home. A similar thing happened on the flight to Heathrow as I was watching "Fighting," an otherwise forgettable Channing Tatum/Terrence Howard movie about bare-knuckle boxing. The film is notable for its highly specific location shooting. I was practically flipping out to see scenes in recognizable New York locations like the Elk Hotel on 42nd St. or the Empire Diner in Chelsea. (If memory serves, the Elk was also featured in Jonathan Demme's remake of "The Manchurian Candidate.")

When you're far away, it's not the big things you miss, but rather the tiny details that you barely noticed...