Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: food, pointless pictures, procrastination
An important distinction to take under account. It occurred to me suddenly, during my evening of leisure, that a fundamental difference between England and Baltimore can be illustrated gastronomically. I was sitting, watching Man Men, my new favorite TV show, drinking a glass of wine (oh so civilized yes), and eating a cookie, when I realized just how sad and tasteless my cookie really was.
This is the national cookie of England.
The digestive biscuit was invented by McVitie’s in Edinburgh in 1799 by Alexander Grant. They were advertised as aiding digestion, and subsequent scientific research has concluded this is true.
And here is the cookie that represents Baltimore.
The Berger Cookie recipe was brought to America from Germany by George and Henry Berger in 1835. The Berger Cookie is a buttery vanilla wafer topped with thick creamy chocolate icing.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: cambridge, music, obsessions, pointless pictures
I’m not much of a photographer, but I can’t stop looking at the sky in Cambridge. I’ve never seen clouds and light behave so oddly, and what’s more, it’s strangely not time specific. This is how the sky looks at eight in the morning, or six in the afternoon, or at nine just as it’s getting dark. I’ve started to walk around here with my head constantly tilted up.
More stuff I’m doing with my first day free from classes: reading To The Lighthouse, catching up on my email, not getting dressed, maybe going shopping later. I discovered this awesome song by Karen O (of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs) in a commercial. Okay, it’s a pretty good commercial—it’s Spike Jones for Adidas—but still! I’ve upset the natural order of things; aren’t I supposed to love the song, see the commercial, and then bitch to my friends about selling out? I can’t really, the song is too pretty and I’m so glad I found it.
Adidas Commercial by Spike Jones. Music by Karen O.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: cambridge, growing up, pointless pictures, whining
Plane at seven tonight to London and then in Cambridge by Saturday afternoon. At this particular point in time I can’t imagine anywhere I want to be less than the UK, but that’s the way it goes. It’s been a rough week or so and I haven’t posted anything for fear of sounding exceptionally whiny. I think once I’m actually settled down and unpacked I’ll be able to feel more positive about the whole experience. At the moment I miss everyone too much.
Sadly the people I’m missing already aren’t my family; I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m having to confront that the fact that as much as I love my family (and I do, we’re all pretty close), I may not love them as much as I love my friends. It’s a strange feeling, to realize that you’ve been lucky enough to stumble upon people who suit you so well, who you love more than you can possibly express, and then to feel a little guilty about it. I think maybe it’s an age thing. In another five years I’ll swing back and feel more balanced. But for now it’s painful to think about how long I’m going without the things in life that make me truly happy.
Leaving for a few days then, and I’ll give you a picture to tide you over. About two weeks ago I went to the MET and saw one of the photography exhibits they’ve got on right now. Of all the offensively British pictures in the exhibit, this one takes the cake. A long time ago, my family went to Wales for a few weeks and I spent all my time climbing on ruined cathedrals. They didn’t look like this one; they were more rugged, older and somehow more authentic, but it’s a nice picture anyway.
Rievaulx Abbey, 1854 – Roger Fenton