Friday, 14 August 2015

At What Cost? PhD Fee Comparison

Today, for the sake of curiosity, I decided to run the numbers to compare the costs of doing my Ph.D. in Germany versus doing it in New Zealand.

I used the 2015 fees of comparative departments at my current University in Germany (taken from my bank records) and the University at which I completed my Master's degree in New Zealand (taken from their website). I also added a line in which my German fees were converted to NZ$ at the current exchange rate (according to Google).


Some points to make:

In Germany, University courses are free to everyone, all you have to pay for is a few miscellaneous office costs and a portion of a transport card which allows you to use any form of public transport in your city (in Berlin an annual transport card would cost me about 947.99 €!). Additionally, I can actually claim my PhD fees back on my tax return as part of my further education required for my job, so I actually get most of my fees back.

I must admit that it has been a while since I was studying in New Zealand, but there are also some perks gained from being a student. There was a pretty impressive gym that was free of charge when I left. However mostly the perks that I remember are student discounts at restaurants, which, I think, speaks to my priorities at the time; eating all the food, working out to allow me to eat more food.

This was mostly just an exercise in curiosity, I don't think that New Zealand Universities are a rip-off; I do think that tertiary education in NZ is becoming more of a luxury, and as such is becoming less accessible to lower income families.

I don't know what the answer is, I hear the state of tertiary education in the U.S. is heading in the same direction.

I don't know how to end this post, it seems like a grim place to leave it here, but I guess the outlook for tertiary education in NZ is a little grim.

Unless we all move to Germany :)

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Mountain goats mini-tour of Southern California

So we were in California for Christmas, and as it is the easiest time for R. to take a few holidays, we decided to do a mini-road trip. But we had no time to plan or research it, so we decided the easiest thing to do was pick a theme and follow the road. 
The Pacific Ocean - from the other side!
As we were in California we decided that doing a mini-Mountain Goats Tour would be fun. So we brainstormed some of our favourite Mountain Goats songs and where they referenced locations in Southern California. We also chucked in a few extra locations on the way for good measure! Let the adventure begin!

We had a playlist filled with the Mountain Goats and songs referencing California (apparently it knows how to party). We took the Pacific Coast highway - which R. had promised to do in his visa interview - through Santa Cruz, stopping for lunch in Big Sur, driving over the bridge, and coming into San Luis Obispo (SLO)! 
San Luis Obispo: "Happiest City in America"
SLO is a reference from one of my favourite Mountain Goats songs so I was pretty pumped! We also had read that it was a small University town, so we imagined it as an American version of the city we met in. Coincidentally, they had a bar of the same name as our regular haunt in Dunedin! (Eureka!) So it was an easy decision as to where we should have dinner! We wandered the city for a bit trying to imagine what it would have been like to grow up there. We then sat down to dinner at Eureka! Looking over the menu I had a brain fade as I read through the ingredients of the salad I ordered. So as it was placed in front of me I clicked - aren’t watermelon pop rocks a type of candy?! So we were very amused as my salad popped away through the meal. Our selections of beer and dessert were much more successful than my main!

A touch of Berlin located in SLO

Pop Rocks and Salad, the culinary equivalent to Romeo + Juliet

It looked so good I didn't even pause for a photo before tasting it!


"Alright I'm on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo ..."
The next morning we drove the length of Johnson Avenue looking for a two storied house that looked like John Darnielle  might have lived there. I was surprised that R. had thought that it was going to be in a dodgier neighborhood, as I hadn’t really read that into the song - but we will get to my rose-colored glasses later. 
Then we hit the highway again, sticking to the coast, Santa Barbara, lunch at Malibu, looking around L.A. We spent some time debating whether we should book “into a bargain priced room on La Cienega” or get a motel in San Bernardino, eventually settling on San Bernardino because it is one of my favourite songs! 
Now, I’m not going to say that all of San Bernardino is dodgy - because I’m sure there are some nice parts, and it is highly likely that we just got off at the wrong turn off! We decided on one of the two motels that were open, we checked ourselves in, and as we were carrying our suitcase to the room we saw a pimp dropping off a prostitute. 
The old school phone in our San Bernardino motel room
Once we reached the safe, though unsanitary, haven of our room we exchanged a look before laughing at the situation we had landed in. We wondered how much better motels on La Cienega would be. I wondered aloud how such a lovely song must have been written about a different motel in San Bernardino! R paused and looked confused. 
“What kind of motel did you picture a couple of runaways giving birth in?”
“Giving birth? What? No I’m talking about San Bernardino!”
“… maybe we should listen to it again eh?”
*listen to San Bernardino*
*pause*
“Yep, that’s what that song is about …. I don’t know how I missed that"

We ventured out to find some dinner, the MacDonalds had closed down (didn’t even know that was possible!) and In and Out burger was the only food establishment open, so we had some of that (the other promise R had made in his visa interview). As we arrived back at our motel we found the pimp tooting his horn and the prostitute coming out of her room. 
Joshua Trees!
We lived through the night and ventured on to another few sites, spotted some Joshua Trees, and drove home via the desert. I feel like we each had our own new insights into The Mountain Goats, and what is more special is that now we have a collection of our own memories to associate with our favourite songs! Which I have appreciated all the more since I flew back to Berlin. 
I still can’t believe I misunderstood San Bernardino so drastically, but I maintain that, though they are in a desperate situation, there is love and a thread of hope in the lyrics!

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Paris in December

December 2014

I have be enamoured with the idea of Paris for over a decade now. French was my favourite subject all the way through high school. I have been to Paris a couple of times now, and though it's not everything I quite expected it to be I still love the idea of living there for a short time. I went back  to Paris again in December last year to meet up with some family friends of mine. They had rented an apartment for a couple of weeks and offered me the couch for a long weekend. We did the Louvre, saw Notre Dame, Sacre Cœur, la Tour Eiffel, L'Arc du Triomphe, and even wandered the streets of Montmartre. 








This is the view from our apartment, can you see the Eiffel Tower?
















Bella Roma!

One of the oldest items on my bucket list is to eat my way through Italy. I am very much looking forward to ticking it off one day, but for now I have at least been to the country! I booked my tickets about a month in advance and had next to no time to plan or research what to do there beforehand, but I think I still managed to knock off a fair chunk of the must-dos and must-sees.
Germany had a long weekend last week to celebrate the Reformation - so to celebrate Germanies break from the Catholic Church, when Martin Luther claimed the Pope to be the antichrist, I thought a trip to Rome and the Vatican might be a nice idea! 
I picked up a jetstar flight there and a Germanwings return flight, costing me about 100€ all up. I arrived at 11pm at Fiumicino and caught a bus to Termini. I had booked into a four room dorm at Alessandro's Palace. I arrived just before midnight and pretty much jumped straight into my squeaky top-bunk bed. 

Bright and early on Friday morning I stepped out into the streets of Rome and made my way over to the Vatican. Having had no time to research for this trip I decided at the last minute to book onto a few sight seeing tours so that I could learn it all while I was there. I had breakfast at a touristy cafe and used their free wifi while I waited four my first tour of the day. I had booked into a tour that starts an hour before the Vatican is open to the public. There are several tour companies that do this, my group was a small group of three - plus our tour guide. One of the other members of my group was one of those inappropriate-gaspers that would gasp at almost every piece of information that came out of the tour guides mouth. 

The Vatican is pretty bloody impressive! Though it also reeks of double standards, after my trip to Wittenberg earlier this year, learning about Martin Luther and the protestant reformation, I found myself pre-sensitised to the insanity of a community that takes vows of poverty with a leader who has a summer palace. I know this has been covered extensively by others before me so I won't go on, but this was at the forefront of my mind as I wandered through the Vatican museum, St. Peter's Cathedral, and the Sistine chapel. The Sistine chapel is of course interesting, the thought of how long it must have taken is rather awe inspiring, but it's not so interesting to me as it is really just a big comic strip of stories from the bible. It is masterfully well done, and I can totally appreciate the talent and patience required, it just didn't capture me. I am really glad I went though, I realise I am sounding rather underwhelmed but the visit through the Vatican really inspired me to dip a little deeper into the history of the papacy, because I don't really know all that much about it, and though all of the stories of corruption in the church are a bit sexier and easier to sell, there really is a lot more history there.







Then there was, of course, the Colosseum. I did one of the extended tours down to the underground and up to the third tier. It was interesting to see the underbelly of the Colosseum, where all of the gladiators would have been, where they kept the animals. It made it easier to understand the mechanics of the "elevators" and trap doors the Gladiators and animals would pop up out of at random locations around the arena. The top tier of the Colosseum was the figurative (and literal) high point of this for me though. The view of both the Colosseum itself and of Rome from this height was breathtaking. I'm glad I paid extra for it! We also wandered through the Roman Forum and saw where Julius Caesar was cremated.













Then I popped into a restaurant for a delicious lunch - the half garlic cloves in the penne puttanesca changed my life!












The Spanish steps are only called the Spanish steps by tourists and tour guides apparently - the locals call them the steps of the Trinita Monti, named for the church at the top of the steps. There are several touts trying to sell selfie sticks and laser pointers sand various other random wares. At the top of the steps is a handful of artists painting and selling, offering portraits and caricatures. It reminded me a bit of the artist's square behind Sacré Cœur, much smaller mind. I sat up at the top and soaked in the view, it was one of the moments I wished I had someone there to share it all with, but I told myself that there is something to be said for having a moment like that all to yourself.

After a delicious gelato at the top of the stairs I met up with the next tour guide, he was showing me and a pair of American honeymooners around for the next few hours. Unfortunately the Trevi Fountain was undergoing a bit of a facelift, so it was covered in scaffolding. The scaffolding took us up closer to the fountain than you can normally get.


The Pantheon


We also saw the cat forum where there is now a cat rescue set up and you can see the cats hanging out amidst the Roman ruins. Then he suggested some places for dinner, I delved into the Jewish Quarter for some Jewish-style artichoke (droooool).



The next day I went on a tour of the catacombs, as well as the Basilica of San Clemente, and the museum and crypt of the Capuchin monks. We weren't allowed to take any photos but I seriously recommend googling the crypt of the Capuchin monks!

The catacombs tour was particularly chilling due to the fact that we were visiting on a holy-day, so some of the tombs had groups of monks chanting in them, and the echo of chanting monks followed us around the tunnels of the underground catacombs. So cool!

I also noticed the plaques in the pavement, like the ones we have here in Berlin, which have personal information about people who were taken during the holocaust.



Then out for some pizza for dinner! Mmmmmmmmmm! My waiter was overly flirty even after I explained that I was not available for a Roman Holiday fling, he gave me a free dessert.



My last morning I wandered through a farmers market before taking a quick trip through the Capitoline museum, let's start with an interesting snake wall mural:




My last afternoon I had a quick Gelato picnic sitting on some ancient Roman ruins.


Rome was beautiful! I am so glad I went. I hope to go back with my Love to drive around Italy, we will probably stop into Rome together, as there were a few things I missed this time! The Borghese Gallery is on my list!