Over and Out

July 6, 2010

My year of traveling abroad has come to a close! Writing this blog has helped me process new thoughts, experiences, places, and I am definitely going to continue blogging, though I won't be continuing this blog. It's time is up. 

 

Waving good bye to all that. 

June 16, 2010

we went berry-picking

June 14, 2010

and meadow-swimming, and bbq-eating, and boat-punting, and fun-having. and lots of other things, too.

this is my blog post for the first day of june

June 1, 2010

had one of those real good weekends, you know?

involving boats and dancing and rain and sun and throwing colored powder on my friends and the epiphany that what i need in life right now is a bowl haircut.

on this, a waterlogged tuesday, i am left with a pervasive sense of unreality. not entirely unpleasant.

the end is in sight

May 25, 2010

my plane ticket is booked and i fly back across the atlantic in less than a month. crazy, huh? in the spirit of the dual virtues of patriotism and experimentation i couldn't resist buying these from the store today. a total impulse buy, but not entirely regrettable. first a mild ketchup-y flavor arrives on the palate, and then the distinct aftertaste of pickles. now i will disentangle myself from the interwebz and will finish the 29th 10-page essay that i've written this year. 

all right on wards words

May 23, 2010

i am making up for not knowing about kathleen hanna when i was 13 and could've really really used her words of wisdon by now listening to her album julie ruin loud and continually. i really like thinking about the comparison of blogs and zines (which she talks about in this clip), how they are both alternative media forms that subvert and exist in opposition to the prevailing discourses of mainstream corporate media, and both in some ways symbolic of their respective generations.

also, her glasses are preposterous and amazing. traveling in italy taught me to respect a mean piece of eyewear when i see one.

In love with this place

May 16, 2010

With the end of my time here looming ominously in the distance, I have taken to exploring the peripheries of Oxford with new-found fervor. Along with my companion in adventure, Adria, I went on a long bike ride yesterday through Port Meadow, stopping by one of the prettiest places in Oxford, the Perch Inn and then winding through the town of Wolvercote to the north. Along the way, we stumbled upon a farm called Medley Manor selling fresh-picked asparagus and met a very friendly cat at a church called St. Peter's, who reminded me distinctly of Milo, except with more fleas. While everyone else in our building was at the final bop of the year, "Anything but Clothes," (couldn't be bothered, as they say) we took advantage of an empty kitchen and made an asparagus-mushroom risotto, and sweet potato fries.

It is kind of tragic that I only "discovered" Port Meadow in April, because it is so so so beautiful, as these pictures by the photographer Adrian Arbib attest to. I intend to spend as much time as possible in my remaining five weeks in getting lost in these meadows.