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A presentation at the Medialab-Prado

Posted by Madeleine Clare Elish (Medialab-Prado–Madrid, Spain)

Marcos giving a presentationCreative Electronics Workshop

Pues, it’s been a real pleasure reading all these entries! This afternoon I thought I’d share a bit about one of my own recent experiences…

Here in Madrid I’ve been working with an organization called the Medialab Prado. And no, it isn’t related to MIT’s Medialab or the Prado. However it does share the mission of both of these institutions.

Funded by the city council of Madrid, the Medialab Prado is a production-oriented cultural space that explores the intersection of art, science and technology. Through workshops, conferences, lectures, events and exhibitions, the Medialab Prado, like MIT’s Medialab is kind of laboratory for experimentation with new technologies, new ways of collaboration, and new ways to think about the production of art. Needless to say, it has been a truly exhilarating experience thus far.

After graduating college (I’m currently a graduate student in the CMS department), I worked for a prominent contemporary art gallery in New York, called Gavin Brown’s enterprise. In the gallery, a great deal of my work involved public relations. I wrote press releases, contacted journalists, maintained press archives for the gallery and each artist, made information packets for potential collectors and museum curators, and an array of other activities involved in documenting and shaping the image of the gallery and its artists. I think these kinds of activities are the norm for American galleries and for international art galleries whose aim is to be part of the international art market. However, these kinds of activities don’t quite fit with the content and –- more importantly –- ethos of the Medialab Prado. They’re not trying to sell anything to anyone. Here, it is very much about action and production and discussion. Part of my work here is to contribute documentation of what’s going on, to contribute to the collection of materials that informs the public about what the Medialab does.

It is interesting that “marketing” has become a word in Spanish, an anglicismo. Over the past few weeks, I’ve come to agree with an off-hand comment my Spanish roommate made: “You guys [Americans] are just really good at selling stuff.” Of course, this is a generalized observation that will disintegrate upon further inspection. Of course, there are brilliant marketing and PR people in Spain. However, I can only speak about my immediate experience here at the Medialab Prado and what my colleagues tell me. And it’s clear that they admire (although sometimes disdain) how Americans give presentations, how they seem to effortlessly sell themselves, their ideas, their products. (I’ve been asked by handful of people I’ve met here in Madrid if I might have time to coach them in making presentations.) What I’ve realized, is that the idea that it — selling an idea, having an elevator pitch — is normal is perhaps part of my own American-ness.

This came to my immediate attention recently when I spent a week developing a presentation with the directors of the Medialab Prado for a presentation that Marcos, one of the directors, was going to be giving at LIFT. LIFT, this year held in Marseilles, France, has been called the TED of Europe. The style of presentation is more or less the same, and so is the concept: interesting people come give short talks and lots of discussion and networking occurs. Marcos, who speaks English very well, was nevertheless very nervous about the presentation. He’d never been before such a large and important audience. His theory about why Americans tend to be better at presentations is because we are taught the skills from an early age. Not until college, Marcos explained, are Spanish students really required to present ideas or projects before the class. The lack of “interactivity” in the Spanish education is something I’ve been hearing a lot about this summer.

In any case, Marcos asked me to help him, and I happily accepted. We refined the text, added phrases he didn’t usually use and worked on diction. At first, I think I was coming on too strong, too “marketing” orientated. I kept repeating “Tell them why this is the most important thing in the world and convince them of it!” But Marcos’ was goal was to explain, to present,  — and really, — to share what he and his colleagues do at the Medialab. He wasn’t as interested as I seemed to be in convincing anyone. Besides the fact that we were speaking in English, (usually, we speak Spanish at the lab) I felt very American. Like an interpreter who didn’t quite get it. Over the course of the week, though, I came to understand better what exactly the Medialab was, and how it really is a unique space run by amazing people. The process itself was fascinating; he’d propose a sentence in English and/or Spanish, then I’d propose a more precise/strong/sophisticated way of saying it in English, then he’d propose a new sentence in English, based on my words but still definitely his own. It was a complex dance of negotiating meaning that we performed each day.

To a great extent, the questioning and reassertion of meaning is a part of living here in Madrid, not just helping Marcos with a presentation. Even in a European culture relatively similar to the US, sometimes common sense gets turned upside down. And those moments of disorientation and subsequent mind-expansion are why I love living and working abroad.

¡Viva San Fermín! aka “Running with the Bulls”

Posted by Vibin Kundukulam (IMDEA Materiales—Madrid, Spain)

¡Loco!

That was the reply I got from most of my co-workers when I told them about my plans for the weekend. That Sunday (now a few weeks ago), I was headed to Pamplona (northeast Spain) for the festival of San Fermín.  Sounds innocuous to those who think San Fermín is just another Spanish fiesta. Well it is, for the most part—except every morning, thousands of revelers, or mozos, charge down the streets of the city amidst a pack of monstrous fighting bulls. And I was going to run with them.

Sounds loco? There’s a reason the event is known as “The Goring of the Idiots” to locals who leave the city to get away from the filth and noise that saturates Pamplona during the weeklong festivities. Although there are rarely any fatalities, hundreds of runners get hurt every year. However, most of the injuries are not from the bulls’ horns, but from being elbowed, pushed around, and trampled by other frantic runners.

Before going, I watched every bull run video I could find online, studied the route, and read pages after pages online about “stupid-things-foreigners-like-to-do-during-the-bull-runs-but-really-should-know-better.” Then Saturday night, I took a late-night bus from Madrid to Pamplona with two friends from Georgia Tech who were in town, Dean and Jessie.

We got to Pamplona a few hours before Sunday morning’s run, and took the extra time to walk part of the course and take note of a few notoriously dangerous spots. After decking ourselves out in the traditional red and white attire, we made our way over broken bottles and empty boxes of sangría to the start of the course.

Dean and I before the run, around 6:00 AM. (pics from Jessie)

The run:

At about 7:55 AM, all the runners crowded together near an image of San Fermín at the start of the race.  Hands in the air, we struck up a chant that went something like:

La-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da…

La-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da…

La-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da…

¡Viva! ¡Gora!

OK, so there were actually words to that first part there, but half of it was in Basque and the other half a mix of grumbling from young Brits, Americans, and other foreigners, so I could only understand the last verse. After the chant, most of the runners jogged up further down the street, so they won’t be found alone at one of the more dangerous turns when the bulls caught up with them. My friend Dean and I found a good place on the last straightaway, right after the bulls take a sharp right turn onto C/ Estafeta.

Waiting…waiting…waiting… bang! All of a sudden, the first rocket goes off, signaling the release of six 1,000+ pound bulls and accompanying oxen. No turning back now (except of course, to watch out for the bulls). Soon another rocket goes off to signal that the last animal has left the corral.

Since I had to wait for the bulls to catch up, my run started out as a nice jog with many, many frequent looks over my shoulder. Slowly, the shouts of the runners got louder and louder, and the people around me began picking up the pace. Then came the haunting sound: the sound of the herd, 12 animals, 48 hooves stampeding down the narrow street towards me. It was possibly the most nightmarish sound I’d ever heard in my life, my personal “O Fortuna”. By the time I saw the head of the pack charging in my direction, I had already broken out into a full sprint. At this point I wasn’t sure whether Dean was with me or not; honestly, I didn’t really care.  I was working on keeping my footing—one misstep on my part could cause me to trip up and fall, risking being trampled by other runners, or worse, the bulls. As the bulls neared, I slowly moved to the side of the street so I would allow room for them to pass without being in the path of their horns.

NOTE: Contrary to popular belief, people don’t really try to outrun the bulls. It’s physically impossible. The bulls can cover the 825m of the path in under two minutes. That’s roughly the pace of the fastest 800m runner on the world, who runs on a specially designed track with little or no obstacles, not the packed, slick streets of Pamplona. Instead, most of themozos run ahead of the bulls, pull to the side as close to the bulls as they feel is safe, then chase the bulls from behind into the arena.

Back to the story. The herd passed by close enough that I could just barely reach out and touch them (I didn’t, of course). And before I knew it, the bulls had passed me quite anticlimactically, and the terror was over. Or so I thought.

I continued to chase the bulls towards the end of the street with the rest of the crowd. All of a sudden, the flow of people began to reverse, and everyone was fighting to move backwards. I instinctively neared one of the safety fences, ready to duck under at any moment. Through the crowd, I could see the reason for the disturbance: one of the bulls had separated from the pack near the stadium entrance. Upon seeing this, I dive-rolled under a fence into relative safety—no matter how crazy I was feeling, I still wasn’t keen on going one-on-one with a raging bull. I watched the bull as it began charging at something on the ground, until experienced runners could attract its attention and lead it the rest of the way into the stadium.

The stadium, with the runners below.

Once the toro was safely locked up, I hopped back over the fence and dashed into the stadium, which was packed with over 20,000 spectators who wanted to watch the end of the run. On one of the huge screens, they were replaying the incident that had just occurred with the lone bull. It turns out the thing it was charging on the ground was actually…well, see for yourself: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJig8fZkA2Y (Warning: a tad graphic after 4:30. He ended up OK, fortunately.)

The rest of my trip to Pamplona consisted of playing tag with a heifer (a young cow they let into the stadium after the run is over, just to toss mozos around for the spectators’ amusement) and a nearby carnival. I went into work the next day (something I promise I’ll write about in my next post) feeling pretty awesome. Another thing on my “100 things to do before I die” list crossed off.

Boss: “Oh, so you made it back alive.”

Me: “Yep. Not even a scratch on me.”

Boss: “Good, because we have a lot of work to do. And you’re still crazy.”

I’m running with the bulls one day, writing code the next.

Bienvenidos a España.

The hole between Jessie and me is from a bull that had crashed into this barrier a few hours before.
They’re not as scary when they’re not real.
A foolish man provokes a lone bull.

Saludos desde Sevilla!

Posted by Irena Hwang (Universidad de Sevilla–Sevilla, Spain)

DID YOU KNOW: The ubiquitous, fun-filled classic La Macarena originated in Spain!  In fact, the original performer, Los del Río, is from Sevilla…much to the shame and chagrin of my Sevillian coworker (who is now still grumbling under her breath about how awful that song is and forbidding me from practicing my Macarena moves in lab.  Qué triste.).

Hola fellow MISTI travellers!  I’m Irena, a rising junior in courses 6-1 and 8 and I have been in Sevilla since May 23rd (that’s right, I hightailed it out here as soon as finals were over) and will be here until the end of July. So what’s Sevilla like?  According to Wikipedia:

“Seville (SpanishSevilla [seˈβiʎa], see also different names) is the artistic, cultural, and financial capital of southern Spain. It is the capital of Andalusia and of the province of Seville.”

After over a month here, I’ve found that short description to be very fitting.  Sevilla is chock full of history manifested in its beautiful monuments, cathedrals, parks, museums and lifestyle.  A few of the main attractions are the Catedral de Sevilla (almost every city in Spain has its own cathedral, so if you ever go to _____ make sure you visit the Catedral de _____.  Trust me, it’s a must-see.  I think.  I’m sure.) where among other things Christopher Columbus’ remains are interred (gasp!), the Real Alcázar which was a breathtaking residence of Moorish and then Spanish rulers of the days of yore, el Museo de Bellas Artes, the Plaza de Toros de La Maestranza bullring, and the Torre de Oro which doubles as a really convenient landmark.  The interesting thing about Spanish architecture and art is the hybridization between Moorish and Islamic influences and the European gothic and classic styles.  Almost all the cathedrals are part mosque.  La Catedral de Sevilla houses la Giralda, a bell tower that contains a mosque.  La Catedral de Cordoba is housed in the Mezquita; it’s so interesting to see the red and white arches suddenly give way to the lofty gilded ceilings of the cathedral.  The palaces are almost all ex-residences of Moorish rulers, and are all intricately decorated with geometric patterns and excerpts from the Koran.  Also, the cathedrals tend to have interesting dead people buried in them.  I’ve paid homage to Columbus in Sevilla’s cathedral, and stopped by the sarcophaguses of Isabel and Ferdinand and Juana (La Loca) and Felipe (El Hermoso), all in the Real Capilla de Granada.

I think the most interesting thing about being here in Spain is how different the lifestyle is.  It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.  As an American (and a punctual one at that), I’ve only ever lived in a 9-5esque schedule where you grab breakfast on the run, then have an hour of lunch in the middle (if you’re lucky) and bedtime is at a reasonable hour like midnight (fine, maybe like 1 or 2 AM or worse at MIT but we can all dream, can’t we?).  On the other hand, this is the general Spanish lifestyle:

1. Arrive at work circa 9:30 AM

2. Work work work work…

3. ¡DESAYUNO (breakfast)! at 11 AM.  Chat with coworkers in a bar for about half an hour while chomping on tostada con mantequilla (toast with butter).

4. Work work work work…

5. ¡ALMUERZO (lunch)! at 1:30 PM.  Go to the cafeteria for a three-course lunch (I’m counting the fruit/dessert as the third thing).  Attempt to carry a conversation in a public Spanish dining area–nigh impossible.  It’s like talking to a jet engine.

6. ¡TOMAR CAFE (let’s grab coffee)! whenever lunch is over.  Hang out in an outdoor bar sipping an espresso or tea.  Watch students drink, sing bawdily and riot in a neighboring bar.  Enjoy the sunshine and the doves cooing in an overhead tree.  Develop a strong urge to nap in the sunshine instead of returning to the lab in order to…

7. …Work work work work…

8. ¡TOMAR OTRO CAFE (let’s grab another coffee)! at, say, 5 or 6 PM.  Take a breather.  Then:

9. Work work work work…

10. Go home around 7:30, 8, whatever.

However, my lab (electromagnetics and fluid mechanics) is a little more rigorous.  Generally we only break for lunch.  But the electrohydrodynamics lab…the beasts over there are taking 2, 3 coffees per day!  Rawr! Speaking of lab, I’m working in a fluid mechanics lab.  The current project is observing the effects of sinusoidal electronic stimulation to a capillary jet stream.  I basically apply a sinusoidal voltage across a metal/dielectric material sandwich, shoot water through a hole in the plate and observe.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  Hopefully, my supervisor will soon have me build a circuit for a strobe LED, something more up my 6-1 alley.  But folks, the lab isn’t all business, all the time!  My supervisor is a man of many talents, and every Thursday he and a postdoc have acoustic guitar jam sessions right here in the lab.  It’s pretty epic.

Life outside the lab is wonderful if you’re in Andalucía (okay, fine, if you’re anywhere, but I’m quite biased towards Andalucía right now).  I’ve spent my weekends exploring all the nooks and crannies of Sevilla, been to Cordoba to see among other things the fabulous Mezquita, Granada to see La Alhambra, Cádiz to frolic on the beach, salsa dancing and frisbee chucking.  The landscape is gorgeous.  From a train window you’ll see fields and fields of sunflowers, olive groves and shimmering golden wheat.

Sevilla is composed of a many little barrios.  I’m renting an apartment with other international (and one MIT ) students in Los Remedios which is a lovely little barrio just 10 minutes walking across the Guadalquivir River from all those lovely landmarks I just mentioned.  In fact, my current living situation bears an uncanny resemblance to living in MacGregor (GO C-ENTRY!) and being able to hop across the Charles to get to central Boston where all the livin’ happens; makes me feel right at home!  I’m really enjoying Los Remedios; there are magnificent parks half a mile away in either direction, a supermarket about 50 meters from my apartment door and a family composed of screaming children upstairs.  It just doesn’t get any better.  Naw, naw, it is a lovely little place indeed.  So one thing about la vida Española is that instead of having giant general stores that sell everything (i.e. you can go pick up pool-cleaning supplies, a sewing kit, hot dog buns, and a blow torch at Shaws if you really wanted to), they have little stores for each thing.  Food is at supermarkets, sewing supplies are at mercerías, appliances and tools are in ferreterías, freshly-baked goods are in panaderías and shoes are in zapaterías.  There are tapas bars on almost every corner and heladerías where one can get frosty ice cream cones–perfect in this 102 degree weather!

Highlights:

Naboo!  Aka Plaza de España, Sevilla

Naboo! Aka Plaza de España, Sevilla

Plaza de Toros, La Maestranza

Plaza de Toros, La Maestranza

from the Real Alcázar

from the Real Alcázar

Puerta de Triana

Puerta de Triana

Catedral de Sevilla

Catedral de Sevilla

You know it!

You know it!

There you have it, Sevilla in the summer!

Día de la Música

Posted by Vibin Kundukulam (IMDEA Materiales–Madrid, Spain)
Día de la Música 2009

Día de la Música 2009

A week ago on Sunday was the Día Europeo de la Música (European Music Day), a continent-wide celebration of the start of summer with a bunch of free music concerts! Started in the 80s in France, the celebration now takes places in Rome, Athens, and Madrid, as well as other major European cities.

Here in Madrid, there were a bunch of small open-air concerts playing everything from reggae to rock. Before taking part in the festivities, a few coworkers and I went to FotoCam 2009, a photojournalism exposition at Sol, in the heart of Madrid.

fotoCAM 2009

fotoCAM 2009

Lluvia

Lluvia

¡Olé!

¡Olé!

After that, we started el Día by taking in some “flamenco fusion” music by the Fulanos y Mengana Band. Flamenco fusion? Turns out its a progressive mix between classical flamenco vocals and rock, with a little hip-hop influence for the beat. Needless to say, the music, combined with the small, cafe-like atmosphere, made for a great experience!

Fulanos y Mengana Band

Fulanos y Mengana Band

We then took the metro to Retiro Park, where there was music by a bunch of small mariachi groups and other sideshow entertainers in addition to the main attraction, a marathon of classical pieces by local music conservatories.  We sat down on the grass near the large gazebo where the orchestra was. Interestingly enough, the event organizers decided to play a house mix in between performances, which I guess was a welcome change from the slow-paced orchestral music.

Classical repertoire by a city orchestra

Classical repertoire by a city orchestra

By nightfall, after a few escapades trying to find some out-of-the-way concerts, a few of my flatmates and I ended up at Café Jazz Populart, where the Canal Street Jazz Band was playing some old-school American jazz.   Since it began hosting concerts, the small cafe has been the center for jazz music in Spain, having been the starting place for many Spanish jazz players. It also featured the big band of Lionel Hampton at one point in its short history.

According to my film-student flatmate, this image that adorns the walls of the cafe is from Al Jolsons 1927 The Jazz Singer, the first talkie.

According to my film-student flatmate, this image that adorns the walls of the cafe is from Al Jolson's 1927 "The Jazz Singer", the first talkie.

There were dozen of other concerts around the city, including a packed venue at Matadero Madrid in the south. If only there were something like this in Boston…

Barcelona’s Sagrada Familia

Posted by Caroline Lowenthal (CTAE–Barcelona, Spain)

Hola from Barcelona!  My name is Caroline Lowenthal and I’ve just graduated from MIT (returning for grad school in the fall), and I’m working for a small company just outside of Barcelona called CTAE.  It’s primarily aerospace-oriented (I’m course 16), but they do other things too.  I’m really liking my work, but what’s even better is exploring Barcelona and Europe.  A week and a half ago, I went to the Sagrada Familia with my friend and co-MISTI-Spain participant, Courtney.

I think the Sagrada Familia is one of the most famous landmarks in Barcelona, and with good reason.  It is a huge church designed by Antoni Gaudí, and it has been under construction since 1882.  It’s not even expected to be finished for another 50 years or so!  Apparently it’s sort of a crowning achievement to have worked on it, so construction workers like to work there for a little while before they retire.

Here’s a picture of me after we went up in one of the towers, where you can get this amazing view of the city:

Caroline at the Sagrada Familia

I highly recommend both a visit to Barcelona (or a summer here, if you can!), and a trip to the Sagrada Familia.  Students get a discount, and it’s really impressive!

If you want to read more about my summer in Barcelona, you can check out my blog: carolineinbarcelona.blogspot.com.

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