I have so many post-worthy events to relate. You know, life events and such. But the effort required.... *whine*
And so I choose not to.
And instead post this.
Because it involves so much less work.

England needs to get over its obsession with fireworks.
Seriously.
Every single time there is anything resembling a holiday/fair/sponsored event. Fireworks ( Read more... )

This is incredible. I spend the four years of my undergraduate existence in southern California, basically the world mecca for earthquake activity. Hit me again San Andreas fault. Come on. And nothing. No earthquakes. No shaking buildings. Nada. I would almost argue that I was deprived of a true So-Cal experience while I was there.
And then what ( Read more... )

Am I the only one who has been disturbed by the recent surge in baby or small child versions of national clothing stores? I refer to things such as Baby Gap and Pottery Barn Kids. There is no reason that a small child needs a room out of Better Homes and Gardens. None. I'm sorry a five year old never needs a $649.99 retro pink play kitchen sink. ( Read more... )

Well, at least I live on the 3rd floor. That's right kids, England is flooding again. Nothing like crossing a bridge on your way home and noticing that the water looks a smidge too high for its own good. Oh, is the Isis turning into a roaring current of death? Again? Not that this bridge connects me to the entire town and/or university. That's ok, ( Read more... )

Christmas craziness. But despite a sense of foreboding that I would end up alone in my room on Christmas night nursing a bottle of some sort of hard alcohol, I actually found myself with plans on Christmas and Boxing Day. How did that work exactly? I'll chalk it up to an Xmas miracle and move quickly on. Anyways, Christmas night: potluck round two ( Read more... )

This holiday season demands recounting. Necessitates it in fact. Simply because I know I will look back years from now and ask myself "What did I do that first Christmas at Oxford?" And without this handy journal, the memory will have dissolved into some sort of half-forgotten recollections of retail work, Christmas tea, and Japanese mochi. And so ( Read more... )

Ok, I've been musing on the following for the past few days. Debating whether I wanted to be that guy who is constantly remarking on the differences between Americans and the Brits. But I feel these two merit a posting to the general world. As both a word of advice and a source of amusement to, well....I would hope everyone. But that would be ( Read more... )

So what does it mean if you start journaling about other people writing about journaling and what it means to journal?
I present exhibit A: Woke Up This Morning
I feel I have now contributed to a cycle. A never-ending cycle.
Well that was productive.

EndNotes makes my little historian anal-retentive heart sing. Everything's so organized. It's all there. No more formatting worries, no more squinting at the screen to see if you typed a comma or period by accident. There are moments where I truly and utterly love technology. Now, where is an altar on which I can sacrifice some sort of fatted

There are some times where you just sit back and think "Life is sometimes excellent". Here I am, sitting in my room, writing on the medieval medicus, drinking some tea, eating some pastries from the Xmas fair today, jamming to some tunes, and then what do I get to see out my window? The fireworks from the Christmas Lighting Ceremony in the center ( Read more... )