Sitting in the Seat of Greatness
Our days tend to be either packed with stuff or spent sitting at home reading. No middle ground. Today was one of the former.
Christine had a tutorial, so we went to breakfast. I'll spare our faithful readers the tedium of having to sit through another description of the joy that is the vegetarian breakfast bap. Although the friendliest woman in Britain did give us complimentary vegetarian sausages, which were not bad. OK, no more about food.
I walked Christine to her tutorial at Keble College at noon, then walked to the New College library to re-check out the books I had returned just days before. I also picked up "American Werewolf in London," which is one of the better werewolf movies out there (the remake, "An American Werewolf in Paris," sucked. Or, bit if I wish to be punny). At this point I was hot and sweaty from walking, so I decided to go back to Keble and read on the benches in the quad while I waited for Christine's tutorial to be over. Which was lovely until it started raining, which it does for 10 seconds every hour on the hour. The weather here is like the crop circle in Blaine: "It is always 47 degrees with a 60 percent chance of rain."
After Christine's tutorial, we had lunch at The Eagle and Child, the pub where The Inklings used to meet. It's quaint, and the food wasn't bad (oops, I mentioned food again), but we were mostly excited to sit where Tolkien and Lewis sat, eating where they ate, and all that. Good times.
We went to the Ashmolean Museum after lunch. It has many displays of many different types from many different eras. we didn't get to ingest all of it, but we took some pictures, which you can see below.
We spent the rest of the evening reading at the Bodleian. I've been reading a lot of writings on eugenics, which are a rather depressing field of study, but interesting in the way the idea manifests itself in Victorian novels. To learn more about eugenics in America, check out the Eugenics Archive. It's a part of our history the History books don't really talk about.
At ten we watched "Desperate Housewives," and that takes us right up to the present, when I am typing this and Christine is reading in bed. I will be joining her shortly.
Bye.
Christine had a tutorial, so we went to breakfast. I'll spare our faithful readers the tedium of having to sit through another description of the joy that is the vegetarian breakfast bap. Although the friendliest woman in Britain did give us complimentary vegetarian sausages, which were not bad. OK, no more about food.
I walked Christine to her tutorial at Keble College at noon, then walked to the New College library to re-check out the books I had returned just days before. I also picked up "American Werewolf in London," which is one of the better werewolf movies out there (the remake, "An American Werewolf in Paris," sucked. Or, bit if I wish to be punny). At this point I was hot and sweaty from walking, so I decided to go back to Keble and read on the benches in the quad while I waited for Christine's tutorial to be over. Which was lovely until it started raining, which it does for 10 seconds every hour on the hour. The weather here is like the crop circle in Blaine: "It is always 47 degrees with a 60 percent chance of rain."
After Christine's tutorial, we had lunch at The Eagle and Child, the pub where The Inklings used to meet. It's quaint, and the food wasn't bad (oops, I mentioned food again), but we were mostly excited to sit where Tolkien and Lewis sat, eating where they ate, and all that. Good times.
We went to the Ashmolean Museum after lunch. It has many displays of many different types from many different eras. we didn't get to ingest all of it, but we took some pictures, which you can see below.
We spent the rest of the evening reading at the Bodleian. I've been reading a lot of writings on eugenics, which are a rather depressing field of study, but interesting in the way the idea manifests itself in Victorian novels. To learn more about eugenics in America, check out the Eugenics Archive. It's a part of our history the History books don't really talk about.
At ten we watched "Desperate Housewives," and that takes us right up to the present, when I am typing this and Christine is reading in bed. I will be joining her shortly.
Bye.
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