Your flight to India has been moved up 3 hours, RUN!

Things are hectic here so posting on my personal blog and on the college weebly blog is not going to be in any type of order. What I post on the school blog is much different than what I write on my personal blog. My professor thanks me for not letting loose on the school blog. LOL

On day five we were pretty much train bound and traveling to the next city. Let me tell you, if you never traveled abroad, it is exhausting. Good thing I don’t need much sleep to get by. I stayed awake the entire train ride to take photo and talking to the Indian family I shared a compartment with. The parents had two sons, ages 7 and 14, and I think a grandmother and one other family member, perhaps a daughter or aunt with them. They were very friendly, chatting my ear off wanting to know what I thought about Indian culture, the food and customs. I told them we as a group were surprised to learn they cremated their dead by the river and that the bodies of children, pregnant women, priests, monks, victims of snake bites and deadly diseases were sunk in the Ganges River. I used the word surprised because had I said “absolutely disgusting and vile beyond words” they might not have told me I was a very nice American at the end of the trip.

The boys who loved Angry Birds on the train ride.

The boys who loved Angry Birds on the train ride.

When I went to take photos from the train (where I open the compartment door where the “bathroom” was and basically took risks that no one else was going to) I let the sons play Angry Birds on my laptop. They loved that and played for over an hour my classmates told me, until their mom told them they had to lay down for a nap. My laptop was charging so I didn’t mind the boys playing games since I wasn’t using it. I stood for 3 hours taking photos, switching sides on the train car. At times the train moved super fast, so I’m not sure what all my photos will have caught.

This just blows my mind.

This just blows my mind.

Traffic at a railroad crossing. This was not bad. Sometimes they were lined up further than I could see.

Traffic at a railroad crossing. This was not bad. Sometimes they were lined up further than I could see.

They really do each everything but the tracks.

They really do each everything but the tracks.

 

A family living along the tracks.

A family living along the tracks.

My days are a bit of a blur so I’m just going to pick up where I left off on my last post and I believe that was day 4 when we went to the Brahmin priest ceremony on December 30th at the Ganges River. The next morning was when we went back the river for the boat ride and to see the cremation ceremony. Let me tell you it freaked us out to see people not just bathing in the river, but drinking it too. It stunk so bad it nearly gagged me and I have a pretty high tolerance level for smells. I was surprised to learn dolphins live in the river also but now that I think about it, I believe I recall reading that dolphins sometimes bring the sunken bodies up to the surface and toss them around like they are play toys. How weird is that? After the boat ride and seeing the sun rise over the Ganges (which was beautiful regardless of the stench) we went back to our hotel for breakfast. After breakfast we went to a rare, silk factory and learned how it was still done by hand on ancient looms. We were in awe of the beautiful clothes and went a bit crazy buying pillow cases, table runners, and scarves. I bought two pillow covers, a blue one with hearts for my mom and a multi-colored on with a peacock for Brian’s mom. I think they will love them. After the silk factory, we had the rest of the afternoon free where most of the class took naps, including me (shocking I know) so we could be well-rested for the New Years Eve party. Let me tell you, that party was off the hook.

amazing rock carvings at the Abandoned City

amazing rock carvings at the Abandoned City

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At the Abandoned City in Agra.

At the Abandoned City in Agra.

What they "thought" would hold their water supply...fail.

What they “thought” would hold their water supply…fail.

 

A Hindi temple along the road.

We made a random stop at a Hindi temple along the road. Only Allie and I were into it enough to take off our shoes and go inside.

The original guru of the temple.

The original guru of the temple.

The keeper of the temple and follower of the guru.

The keeper of the temple and follower of the guru.

Allie holds a boa...notice hers is muzzled. LOL

Allie holds a boa…notice hers is muzzled. LOL

 

The entrance to the Red Fort was impressive, to say the least.

The entrance to the Red Fort was impressive, to say the least.

This room was filled with jewels for one of the king's three wives.

This room was filled with jewels for one of the king’s three wives.

The Taj Mahal was unbelievable.  This King LOVED his Queen. I totally believe Brian would build a monument like this for me...at least out of Legos.

The Taj Mahal was unbelievable. This King LOVED his Queen. I totally believe Brian would build a monument like this for me…at least out of Legos.

 

 

Here's the short version of why the Taj Mahal was built based on what the tour guide said and what I could remember without doing real research....The king and queen were so in love with each other they never wanted to be separated. She asked him what he would do if she ever died and he told her he would build her the most beautiful monument in the world to show his love. They had 14 babies and she was pregnant with their 15th when he went off to war with his troops. He was fighting on the front line and she couldn't bare to not be by his side and followed him into the war where she was shot and died. And so the king built the Taj Mahal (Crown Palace) to show his love for Raj Mahal (his wife).  It took 22 years to build and after it was complete he paid the 20 architects a huge sum of money so they would never need to work again, then cut off their thumbs so they could never duplicate the Taj Mahal.

Here’s the short version of why the Taj Mahal was built based on what the tour guide said and what I could remember without doing real research….The king and queen were so in love with each other they never wanted to be separated. She asked him what he would do if she ever died and he told her he would build her the most beautiful monument in the world to show his love. They had 14 babies and she was pregnant with their 15th when he went off to war with his troops. He was fighting on the front line and she couldn’t bare to not be by his side and followed him into the war where she was shot and died. And so the king built the Taj Mahal (Crown Palace) to show his love for Raj Mahal (his wife).
It took 22 years to build and after it was complete he paid the 20 architects a huge sum of money so they would never need to work again, then cut off their thumbs so they could never duplicate the Taj Mahal.

 

We rock!!

We rock!!

We all paid 700 rupees to attend and when we went into the room it was held (which was where we had breakfast every morning) it was deserted. I went back into the lobby to write more for the school blog and around 8:30 or so, my professor Caitlyn came back down and begged me to come up and dance. I told her I would after I was done writing my post. About 15 minutes later my professor came down with the same request. I had just finished and was waiting for the photos to upload and told him I’d be up soon. Maybe 10 minutes later, “Chetahlicious” as they were calling me made her way into the party. They kids had had drank at least 50 oz of very strong beer till and were getting loosened up. Some Indian men had arrived and in no time we were dancing up a storm to both American and Indian music. Gabby had given the dj her ipod so we could hear songs we actually knew. The Indian men were beside themselves, lucking out to attend a party with 13 American females that were ready to party. I bought my first drink and not long after my second and a beer for Gabby. After than an Indian gentleman named Mark bought all the rest of my drinks and even my friends when I said, “Mark, these are my friends from school!” Mark to me he was a doctor and just randomly chose this party to attend, having no idea who would be there celebrating. He said he paid $100 American dollars for entry. I was shocked since it was about $12 for us. When I went to the restroom in the lobby, word must have gotten out about the party because it was packed at the restaurant door with Indian men wanting in. An armed guard made them move aside so I could reenter. Mark (which was a nickname version of his Indian name) was shy at the beginning of the night but by 11 pm he was wanting me to have his baby. LMAO ,I told him I was spoken for. That was too much for me, butat least he was handsome and didn’t smell.

Caitlin, me and Gabby

Caitlin, me and Gabby

Part of Fyfe's Wolf Pack

Part of Fyfe’s Wolf Pack

The Indian men loved when we danced, but they were completely respectful. I felt one pat my ass and I was shocked...later Gabby admitted it was her messing with my head.

The Indian men loved when we danced, but they were completely respectful. I felt one pat my ass and I was shocked…later Gabby admitted it was her messing with my head.

 

                By 11:50 the party was off the hook and nearly out of control. He opted to bring in the New Year in our professor’s room and I made a cool video. Afterwards we all split up, some of us went downstairs to get on the Wifi and others went to bed. I will always choose Wifi over sleeping. A huge commotion started in the party room and the next thing I knew, two men were thrown out of the hotel into the street. I guess they started fight and a it carried on right outside in the streets.

My ticket to Indian craziness.

My ticket to Indian craziness.

Messing with Professor FyfeMessing with Professor Fyfe

                OK, break in the story. We just got to the airport in New Delhi and realized out flight was moved up—yes up—three hours so we were raced through the airport and security at break neck speed. I made it on the airplane in probably less than 15 minutes with a bottle of water and most likely, luggage that was seriously overweight. I was totally fine with that though, going through security slow and paying for overweight luggage is a drag. The funniest part of this experience was when our tour bus pulled up at the airport and our guide was waiting along the street. He rushed us off the bus and said our flight was moved up three hours and we needed to run to the plane. None of us moved; we were dumb-founded. He paused and said, “Do you all speak English?” We finally grasped what he was saying and started hauling ass to the airport doors. Damn that was funny.

So we are now on the orphanage campus. They children are just amazing, so happy, healthy and eager to learn. This place is truly a blessing and the founder, Mrs. Large, was most certainly touched by God to create this home for nearly 200 orphaned children. 97% of the donated fund goes directly to the care of the children. It was wonderful to meet the little girl I sponsor, Gayathri. She is shy, which is uncommon here, but very smart and happy.

Gayathri and I

Gayathri and I

Hope you are all enjoying the photos!

Love, peace and joy!’

~P.

So you want to wrap? – YCP Hoina 2013

My latest contribution to the India service learning blog site…check it out and comment on the post.  We love to hear from you!

~P.

So you want to wrap? – YCP Hoina 2013.  <—click me!

Out and About in India Day One

Day one in India was amazing. It started with a buffet breakfast where I tried everything that wasn’t Western.  I know what Frosted Flakes tastes like, I’ll pass on that. I got a good giggle out of my classmates who gave me the heads up that the cantaloupe tasted a little off.  I gave it a try and then let them know it was mango, not cantaloupe.  🙂

Our tour guide had us on the move.  Seriously, we were never given more than 20 minutes at any one place to investigate by ourselves.  I appreciate that she wants to share her knowledge with us but we can also read the sign posted everywhere in English to understand what the monuments or tombs are all about.  This way we could get more Kodak moments in.  With that thought in mind, I asked if we could start our day tomorrow at 9 am instead of 10 am in hopes of taking more photographs.

At Humayun’s Tomb today we were given the usual 20 minutes and I requested 30 minutes which our professor said was fine.  I ran to the bathroom (paid 10 cents for my professor and I to use) and then roamed about on my own.  I was still 5 minutes late getting back but I got photos no one else did!!  I also witnessed an Indian man peeing in the river but I didn’t photograph that. LOL

We ate lunch at a very popular restaurant that I believe was just outside the city named City, which means “head” because at one time, the city had human heads on poles surrounding it.  Yeah, that piece of history was a bit freaky prior to eating.

One thing that doesn’t get old is watching people drive in this country. I find myself holding my breath for these crazy Indian’s on motorcycles and mopeds!

We went to what used to be the governmental buildings while India was under British control. They are very different in appearance than the historical Indian architecture.  Our guide remarked that she didn’t feel Britain conquered India because when they left, they left behind the beautiful buildings, libraries, museums and so much more than what would have ever been here had Britain not taken control.  I guess she has a pretty good outlook on India’s past.

The culture and architecture is quite amazing. I was fascinated by the huge fountains that changed colors and noticed there was a sign posted in front of them.  I said to my teacher, “I bet that says ‘no swimming'” but he had no idea.  I asked our guide when we passed them on the way back from viewing the stretch of presidential area (that was once the British’s headquarters) and she stopped to read the sign. It said, “Do not enter the water! Danger due to electrical current!” That should keep people out because I know in Philly, PA, “No Swimming” doesn’t mean a damn thing on those fountains.

I fell asleep briefly on the bus. I’m not sure how that was possible since the constant horn blowing is enough to drive me crazy. I can’t stand beeping noises, or dinging of the seat belt warning, or even someone tapping their fingers.  I guess that means I was really tired.  That power nap came in handy. I managed to talk one student into venturing into the market area with me.  We ate chicken fried rice and chicken egg rolls until we thought we’d explode.  Even with her buying a soda, our total bill was 245 rupees which is less than $4 and she had leftovers!

Tomorrow we are going to a mosque, then to the place where Gandhi was assassinated and then catching a train that night to Agra to see the Taj Mahal in the morning.

Check back for more….I can seem to post pictures right now, only one uploaded.  Check my Facebook page if you would like to see more!

Checking out the College and Tomb of Alauddin Khalji built in 1296-1316 AD

Checking out the College and Tomb of Alauddin Khalji built in 1296-1316 AD

Good night all!

~P.

Spartapalooza 2013

By Pattie Crider

https://girlboxer1970.com/2013/11/25/spartapalooza-2013/ This link will take you to the highlights of York College’s Spartapalooza 2013.  Enjoy!

Spartapalooza 2013

Every year at York College of Pennsylvania the students, faculty and families gather for the annual Spartapalooza festival and this year was no different.

There was plenty of food and fun, music and madness to go around.

The ever popular cardboard boat regatta was a crowd favorite and judged by York College’s very own president, Dr. G-S.  The new school mascot, The Screamer, was up to no good as he tried to take a dip in the pool. His handler had his work cut out for him!

The bounce houses, football throwing, face painting, slicing watermelons with playing cards and riding the mechanical bulls was a blast for everyone as we gathered stamps in our class passport to try for amazing prizes in a raffle at the end of the festival.

If you weren’t there, you missed out!

Click the first thumbnail to open the photo gallery.

A Message from President Gunter-Smith

This is a copy of an email sent to the YCP community.  I really like our new president because she is so involved around campus, popping up when you least expect her and always happy to talk one on one. Her response to yesterday’s robbery shows me just how concerned she is for the students and staff at YCP.

Our new president: Pamela Gunter-Smith

Our new president: Pamela Gunter-Smith

To the York College Community:

Two members of our campus community were robbed at gunpoint early this morning in front of Northside Commons. I wanted to express, on behalf of York College, my relief that neither was physically injured during this very disturbing incident.

My message to all of you is one of concern and reassurance. All of us here at York College are committed to making student safety our top priority; we will take the necessary steps to try to prevent such incidents from happening.

I met this morning with our Campus Safety Director and Dean of Campus Operations to be briefed on the details of this incident. I subsequently asked them to prepare for me a plan of possible steps that can be taken immediately to increase the level of security on our campus and in our community in light of this incident.

As a result, we have initiated the following steps:

1.   We have authorized overtime for the Campus Safety professionals to work additional hours on second and third shifts for increased visibility and perimeter patrol.

2.   We have contracted with SCHAAD Detective officers to have four persons on campus from 8 pm to 4 am in the three kiosks at Newberry Street, Grantley Road, and Richland Avenue, as well as a marked car with foot patrol in the vicinity of Northside Commons.

3.   Campus Safety is cooperating with Spring Garden Township Police and has turned over our camera footage of the incident.

4.   Ed Bruder, Director of Campus Safety, is talking with the York City Police in the southwest neighborhood office to assure they are aware of our plans and increased patrols.

Feel free to contact us if you have questions or need additional information.  Report suspicious activity or persons immediately to Campus Safety at 717-815-1314.  If you have information that may be helpful to this investigation, contact Campus Safety as well.

The safety of our students and community is our first priority.  We are taking steps necessary to make our campus as safe as possible.  I ask you to join us in this effort.  Please continue to be diligent and aware of your surroundings, walk in groups in well-lighted areas, avoid alleys and shortcuts, report any suspicious activities, and do not carry large sums of money or valuables on your person.

Pamela Gunter-Smith
President

Missing Student Found in Canada

By Taylor Gamber

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News of missing York College student Aaron Frishkorn was first released to the public on Monday, Sept. 16. Fliers with Frishkorn’s picture, description, and the Campus Safety Department’s number attached were posted around campus. Campus Safety also sent out a well-intended informative email on Tuesday, Sept. 17, which was unfortunately filed into students’ spam folders and went mostly unread.

Students immediately began posting on various social media websites about the missing senior sports management major, even if they did not know him personally.  

Kelsey Reynolds was one of many students who reached out to Twitter followers about Frishkorn. Reynolds tweeted, “It’s so sad seeing all the missing person posters this morning. #prayersforaaron #bringhimhomesafe.” Reynolds said that she made the tweet because, in addition to also being a York College student, Frishkorn is from her hometown (Elizabethtown) and she wanted to see him return safely to his friends and family.  

Frishkorn was last seen according to the York College Department of Campus Safety’s email “early Monday morning, September 16, at his campus residence.” After skipping classes and important meetings, according to the York Daily Record, Aaron was reported missing. His car was absent from campus grounds and he did not respond to those trying to reach him on his cell phone.

YCP students continued to use what connections they had to spread the word on Frishkorn’s disappearance. Even the notoriously sarcastic Twitter account, YCPProblems, used the 140 character limit to tweet a sincere and supportive “Students, Aaron Frishkorn is still missing! Please alert everyone you know and be on the lookout for him!”  

Local newspapers such as YDR began posting updates on the case every couple of hours, keeping students and the York community well informed. Several TV stations, including CBS 21 and WGAL, also ventured onto campus to cover the unfolding story.

Much to everyone’s relief, Frishkorn was found Wednesday Sept. 18—in Canada. His discovery closed the missing person’s case but created a new story: an alleged theft case.

Frishkorn had become a possible suspect in making “unauthorized withdrawals from the York College Sports Management Student Association account” according to YDR, for which he is still listed as the president. An investigation is still determining if the theft was related to his disappearance on Monday.

An abundance of support flowed from the York community and college campus during the Frishkorn disappearance last week. Students who barely knew Frishkorn reached out and expressed concern for his safety. Regardless of the alleged theft entanglement, YCP and the York community should take pride in their Good Samaritan endeavors.

 

The Art of Carol Prusa~Liminal Worlds

York College hosted the art of Carol Prusa in the Cora Miller Gallery in Wolf Hall. Prusa is from Chicago originally but now lives in Southern Florida.

Prusa’s work takes about 80 hours for the small hemispheres and upwards of 700 hours on the large pieces.  Her work is a combination of intricate painting with fiber optic light technology and even Ipods, are breath-taking with the amazing detail.  Photos do not do her art justice, but I tried to capture the detail through my lens.

Click on the first photo to best enjoy Prusa’s work.

Hanging Round Wolf


My day started in Humanities, but ended in Wolf.  Photos by Pattie Crider  Girlboxer1970

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How to rock a Mixed Media project

Pattie Crider

WRT 320

Re-Mix Project

September 24, 2013

 

Knowledge Made New

 

            Re-mixing is the art of taking what already exists and making it new. The amount of change or addition to an established piece of work can vary from using a small portion, to a complete change to the entire piece of work, or any variation of the two examples. Re-mixing is the art of changing another author’s work.

For my re-mix project, I took the work of The New Book of Knowledge, prints collected in the photography lab at York College of Pennsylvania that would have otherwise been discarded, and a sheet of poster board that was an abandoned project of an 8-year-old.  These three properties of my project were all created by other people.

First, I paged through the encyclopedias looking for topics that interested me.  I began cutting out quotes, pictures and words and making a pile of pieces I might use.  To make the overall look more appealing, I used scissors that cut unique patterns and applied the same process to a selection from the hundreds of photos created by fellow students.  My thought process was to make a connection of some type between the outdated encyclopedia texts and the newly created photos as a new way to consume knowledge. At this point, I wasn’t positive how this would all tie together, but as the creator, I went on instinct and hoped for the best.

 

I only had one Smirnoff in the fridge, so it                      no influence my project.

I only had one Smirnoff in the fridge, so it no influence my project.

 

My dog was nosy and not helpful as he                     walked over my materials.

My dog was nosy and not helpful as he walked over my materials.

I sat at the empty spot on my living room floor and began placing my materials from the pile onto the poster board.

I sat at the empty spot on my living room floor and began placing my materials from the pile onto the poster board.

The first, and the most important line of Manovich’s text, Who is the Author, is “New media culture brings with it a number of new models of authorship which all involve different forms of collaboration.” My project fit his thesis as it grew, piece by piece. I tried to determine a theme for the photos when I realized the theme was, a new media look at knowledge, specifically, The New Book of Knowledge, encyclopedias. I chose, perhaps subconsciously, to use the rocket-like artwork on the poster as my background of the body of a tree.

Bottom Half

Bottom Half

With imagination, this work can be interpreted in endless ways. My specific interpretation is a mix of reality and fantasy, supported with quotes of historical meaning. At the base of the work, roots and death, real and imagined, are grounded. An audience is presented in consumption of performances. A young man surrounded by vegetables, a young boy with imagination spurting from his head through a rainbow while his accomplices pass gas (nuclear bomb) in the face of a centaur and to the far right, a recipe for “Heavenly Hash” by the graveyard while ladies perform musical numbers on the world’s stage…surreal.

Top Half

Top Half

The top piece of my work represents knowledge being shared with others.  The tree is metaphoric in expanding and touching the lives of all people, from those that served time in the service, defending their country and often losing their lives, to students learning or enjoying the material items life has to offer.  Again, my humor urged me to place hamburger above the ladies enjoying the nude presentation of a sculpture and to place a consumer product like Jello, as the base of the skate-boarding rubber duck.  In the center, the arms of the performer expand into a tree (cut from the cover of the encyclopedia) and a fox; the expansion of knowledge through performance is crafty, like that of a fox.  The old versus new technology is represented in the young lady facing an antiquated television and phone.  Around this lady’s neck are headphones that connect to current technology that allows for television and music entertainment on a cellular phone…surreal.

The Crown

The Crown

The crown to this mixed-media mash-up, is made of the front cover of one encyclopedia and the binding cover of three, to form the “holding piece” of a new form of media knowledge.  From the base of the tree a diver is frozen in space, destined to portray people’s desire to be informed by all means of media available to them.  The addition of media re-mixes allows the logic in previous work to be explored in a new form continually expanding the wealth of knowledge to those that choose to explore examples of new media forms.

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