My hair is chaotic. It curls naturally. But never in a soft or pretty way. On weekends I try to give it a break from T3s and ghds. The result is never satisfactory. But I digress. Today Steph and I ate ice cream in waffle cones and lay on the floor and enjoyed the rush.
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Yesterday I said something about the EU and someone actually asked, “What’s the EU?” Yeah… The woman was from California and that made me feel a little better. But not much. There’s something seriously wrong with something, somewhere when you’re accused (and I was) of intellectual snobbery just because you can’t disguise the dumbfound when
On Wednesday we ate. A lot. I’d show you how much. But then I’d have to do laps. Steph helped. Of course. But she never sits still. And always looks like a blur in my point-and-shoot pics.
One of the things I loved about the University of Manchester were the special collections (which date back to the 3rd millennium BC) held by the John Rylands Libraries. Stateside, Princeton University Library is digitising its rare books. Their latest addition is the Islamic Manuscripts Collection. The University Library holds approximately 9,500 Islamic manuscripts in
“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.” – A Temple of the Holy Ghost, Flannery O’Connor More than any other American fiction writer of her time, her influence has gone beyond literature to the realm of American popular culture. Tommy Lee Jones, who
I’m not a dialects person, but I’ve chased down people who are and the general consensus of those ‘in the know’ seems to be that it’s the Appalachian tongue that’s closest to Shakespeare’s own. That the mountains have served as an insulator and protected the mother tongue of their earliest immigrants. In the days following
We, Steph and I, climbed out at Bridge Street and ducked into a Tesco Express for paracetamol and hand sanitizer. Hoping they had a loo too. They didn’t. But they did have the bulk standard Meal Deal which we lunched on in the Square – a little patch of grass near Parliament which, it should
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Plez Hubbard died last week. That wont mean a thing to you. Unless you live on the mountain…or used to. My mom called and said ‘they found him in his car’ and that someone had made out he’d been there for a while. But he hadn’t. His obituary showed up too soon for that. I’m
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” I don’t know about you, but the opening line of Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis colours my view of the entire book. Whenever someone asks me to review it or just ‘tell me what you think
