Monday, 21 March 2011

Reminders.

Things about which I don't want to forget to tell the people that care about my experiences.

Abortion debate in the Union. It was interesting. There was a lady who had 17 abortions.
President's drinks: posh, self-important, self-indulgent.
It was the most fantastically pretentious and wildly exclusive formal party the other night (appropriate for Oxford). I managed to find someone in a room full of movers and shakers with whom I could talk extensively about Wes Andersen and (500) Days of Summer. It was a good night.


We went to Spring Awakening. It's a particularly entertaining show, though the performers weren't incredible.


Cloudy day, windy and cold. I sat down in an inlet in the Old City Walls inside of New College where the wind wouldn’t hit me so hard. As I sat down and opened a can of orange soda, the sun broke through the clouds! (this rarely happens) and as I sat there sipping my drink, the sun warmed me and the Old City Walls sheltered me. It had been quite sometime since I felt a warm sun on my skin. Perfect.


"The genius of prophetic discourse is that it sublimates mundane experience into universal meaning through the multiple semantic potential of symbols."


Justice Antonin Scalia.
He was sharp for an old man. Made good points on his job being to uphold the constitution, not to be a moral ruler. He actually denounced judges as moral rulers in his speech (which makes sense as he does not favor activist judges, calling himself an originalist). Etc. etc.


New College Basketball Champions! We took a photo and it’s being framed and going up on the sports complex wall (or something). No big deal—just a part of New College forever.


Dublin: Isaacs Hostel—borrow bikes, guitars, books, pool cue/balls, table tennis gear, boom box.
Edinburgh: Cowgate Tourist Hostel—like an apartment! Great. Across from a silly pub with awful Irish rappers. We also learned about the origin of the term “sh*tfaced.” Chamber pots+alcohol=fecal-covered face. Oops.

Ok.
That's all.
Maybe next time I'll do a good job.

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