Want. My birthday is only 135 days away…
Exciting day on St. Giles. The Halfords Tour Series ripped through Oxford, blocking traffic and making people realize that riding a bike can mean more than just getting from points A to B. I thought I’d only stay for a few minutes, and ended up spectating throughout the hour. Perfect weather, massive quadriceps, and drafts so intense you’d think a storm was blowing in.
It is with great pride that I say Rachel rebuilt her hub entirely on her own last week! After discovering the week previously that a bearing had been ground nearly to dust, she brought some replacements and attacked that hub with renewed determination, riding away seamlessly.
That’s the point, when someone learns a new skill and strikes out on their own. Sooner than we know it she’ll probably be teaching us a thing or two.
The Renaissance in Astronomy - a review -
Woot, my first officially “published” (online still counts as published, right?) review of a museum exhibit. Many more to come!
Naples museum director begins burning art to protest at lack of funding -
I’m speechless. At both what they’re doing and why they’re doing it. Seriously Naples? Pull yourself together…
This…this is amazing. One more incentive to learn metalwork.
(Source: bisikleta, via bicyclestore)
Portraiture: Pasts and Futures. A symposium (left to right) chaired by Sandy Nairne (Director, National Portrait Gallery), Malcolm Rogers (Director, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston), Shirin Neshat (artist and filmmaker), A.S. Byatt (writer), and William A. Ewing (Curator, Foundation for the Exhibition of Photography).
Academically inspiring, but my favorite part was learning that A.S. Byatt sees plots of books in colors. She shares my synesthesia, and it’s beautiful.
When the weather gets good, Oxford’s finest street musicians come out to play; not with toys, but with Bach.
The Mac lab at the Oxford IT Centre is creepy. Looks like Borgs meet the Matrix in Steve Jobs’ own horrifying amusement park . Photograph doesn’t do it justice.
Reality continues to ruin my life. — Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes.