March 2008
1 post
Glimpse of Life (in 140 characters)
Scene: Library. Characters: 2 male students. Action: #2 walk up to #1 as #1 seated. Words of greeting, #2 knuckles #1 on chin. Aw, how cute.
February 2008
6 posts
Village Life (UK)
One advantage to living in a small English village is the socialisation made possible by proximity. Assuming that one falls in well with one or more families in one’s village, one has opportunities to lunch, dine, snack or simply sit and talk with one’s neighbours at any mutually convenient time. This afternoon, my aunt and I walked across the street to the neighbourhood pub; we...
Saturday Evening Useless Meme
The Rules: Link to the person that tagged you. Post the rules on your blog. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website. Courtesy of domesticat.Six Non-important/habits/quirks about me: 1. I can’t properly begin a...
I am...
…unused to staying out ‘til 6 AM, drinking and conversing amiably in a pub. I am also unaccustomed to strangers nattering on and using an electric hairdryer whilst I am trying to sleep. I shall purchase something sweet (and more water) when first I enter the Tube today… I’m worth it! That is all.
Memorandum
To: The Five Ladies of the Other Bunks From: He Who Makes This Room “Mixed” Subject: Morning Welcome Dear fellow travelers, Allow me to welcome you to our shared accomodations; I hope you all slept well. Yes, thank you, I slept quite soundly after returning to our room last night. I hope I was sufficiently discreet in eschewing the exchange of my contact lenses for glasses, brushing...
Details
Today’s largest chunk of city time was spent at the Victoria & Albert Museum… I got a relatively late start, so I had time to browse only a few galleries. It was interesting to notice myself going from an attitude of “okay, here’s a gallery of stuff; let’s look and move on” to “Oh, my… that detail! that craftsmanship! whoa… oh, why...
Please, sir...
After purchasing postcards near the Houses of Parliament, I wandered down The Queen’s Walk along the Thames… there were two groups of folks who’d made sand sculptures on the riverbank, security staff halfheartedly patting down riders at the London Eye and, near a concerthall, a red coffee cart. Attending said cart was a 30-ish woman in a camouflage jacket; a German flag was on...