My parents moved to a “planned community”, in a “gentrifying” area of Delaware a few years ago. But it seems that none of the gentry received the plan. Continue reading “The Irksome Organisation Of Suburbia”
I must insert as a prolegomenon that I am, in fact, a devout Protestant, even though I break some rules as all who have been reading this may know. The aim here is to consider what exactly is going wrong in the Church, and why people are leaving it, based on an experience I had in Charleston. Continue reading “What’s Wrong With The Christian Church: Let’s Get Controversial”
Before I begin, I would like to announce that I have begun writing for The Canadian Daily, a popular news and opinion site on Canadian and international politics.
I have spent the majority of the past five years living in cities with very cold people, in which it is almost a crime to speak to anyone next to you if you don’t know him/her. And to be honest, I like that.
The moment I took a step southwards, everyone suddenly wanted to be my friend. Continue reading “Nosy People And The Citadel”
This week, my family travelled ten hours by car each way from Delaware to Charleston to see my sister at her military university.
In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the cultured, sensitive child in the family and she’s the tough one. Continue reading “Charleston, SC: The City Everyone Hates”
I have not posted in a while because I have been incredibly busy with this or that. And I’m also no longer in Germany, so here’s why. Continue reading “I Fell Off The Face Of The Earth And Landed In The USA: From DE to DE”
The day began early, after I, in the third day of a severe cold/possible sinus infection caused by all the freaking smoking in Berlin, and after two hours of sleep, hopped on the 5 am train to Munich. The problems began almost instantly, as the moment I left Berlin, I realised my German was nowhere near as good as I thought. Continue reading “Munich Day 1: This Isn’t The German I Learnt At Uni”
I’ve never published anything, and this is perhaps not the best way to do it. But I want to test it out on you all. I wrote this short story a while ago, and edited it heavily in the past few days. I think it is finally in a somewhat presentable draft that is good enough to show off until I can find a real editor.
The idea came from a question I have always bounced round in my head, and which I will gladly explain in the comments, if you want. But if I told you the question itself, the story would be ruined.
Enjoy! Tell me if you guessed the ending early on.
And, you know, copyright 2017 Stadden all rights reserved and everything. If you use this anywhere please tell me, I probably won’t say no. Continue reading ““Memoirs Of The World Chancellor”: Short Story By Stadden”
I come from Delaware, which is far too north for people to use ‘y’all’ unless they’re trying too hard to sound cool. But I have an excuse, since my father comes from North Carolina. Continue reading “Why Not Annoy Y’All With My Poetry Too?”
Current read: Capital In The Twenty-First Century
Having attended an American high school, I read far less than any person should actually have read in his life. In America, all that matters are the sciences and maths. If you study anything else, you will become homeless, and you will die. Thus, there’s not a lot of great literature on the reading list. I know, everyone complains on other blogs about how much better reading lists were a hundred years ago in our schools, which is true, but this won’t be one of those posts. Yet. Continue reading “Books I’ve Read: Because Schooling Is Not An Education”
I am fairly certain the only time any of these words has been together is in the title.
This weekend I had the chance to go to the opera with my flatmate, or rather, I dragged her to the opera because there were cheap tickets for limited visibility. The opera Eugene Onegin, by Pjotr Ilich Tchaikovsky, is a personal favourite of mine. Tchaikovsky appeals to me personally for his ability to take Russian folk melodies and tunes and give them an inspired touch, to make simple melodies from the Russian flatlands into music that astounds the listener in terms of harmonic complexity. From the very first bar of the overture of this opera, I am utterly attentive. Something about the overture’s melancholic feeling and the first aria’s constant arpeggios (I think that’s technically what they are) in the woodwinds gives it a very airy and flowing feel. Furthermore, listening to the subtleties of the harmonies and chord progressions during each bit of the opera is a thrilling experience, as, being a Romantic composer, Tchaikovsky took every opportunity to add complex harmonies for a much deeper structure of a tune.
The music aside, the set design of this particular opera was ingenious. Rather than the typical settings, inside provincial homes and ballrooms of said homes, the entire stage was covered by grass and trees. The centre of the grassy area rotated as well, adding an extra visual intrigue. When the serfs (who in this case were very skinny, well-dressed, and dandyish, not at all like real Russian serfs with beards to their nipples) in the first scene come singing “My legs are tired”, they were also spun round while feasting.
The story of the opera is taken in episodic bits from the eponymous poem by Aleksandr Pushkin, and Tchaikovsky only reluctantly condensed the poem by cutting about ninety per cent of it away to make a three-hour opera. Quick synopsis: In Act I, Tatiana et al. are very rich and well off but are bored, Lenskij gets creepy with Olga, and Onegin is a dick, Tatiana spends about five years writing a letter to Onegin; in Act II, Onegin is still a dick and he kills Lenskij in a duel after basically telling Tatiana he’s just out of her league; in Act III, Onegin is still a dick who only selfishly wants to amend his wrongs, and Tatiana tells him to GTFO after he comes to his senses (oh yeah right). I am sorry to admit that I admire greatly with Onegin and what he says throughout the opera.
I would also like to put in a plug from the base masculine side of me here, by saying that Olga and Tatiana in this rendition, played by Karolina Gumos and Nadja Mchantaf respectively, were freaking hot in addition to being very talented. It had to be said. I am but a man, and I notice these things and it adds to the experience.