In the rhythm

First, I should qualify my title: more like in the work rhythm. You see, due to the fact that I began my Ethics of War tutorial during third week, I've had some catching up to do, and thus much of my time since my last post has been spent in the library (bottom floor of the RadCam), coffee shops around town (top floor of Pret-a-Manger on Cornmarket is nice in the mornings) or in assorted JCRs (such as Corpus Christi, pictured below, which I like to read in before my Ethics of Climate Change seminar). All this reading's beginning to pile up on the mind—I swear reading and thinking about what I've read are, at the very least, a direct mathematical relationship (maybe exponential), so the best cure to clear it? Go surfing. Cornwall, here I come. The MPV leaves in one hour.

Before I skirt off, though, I must say that I'm not yet a hermit (not quite). Indeed, last Thursday was the Hilary Term Cuppers for OUCCC (a race within the University) and yet due to the rain only about ten runners showed up. It was still good fun though—a course just under four miles starting and finishing in the Uni parks. On Saturday, Peter and I went to the Steampunk exhibit, which is an applicaiton of the Victorian aesthetic to modern-day inventions (pictures are below, note the "eyePod") and in the evening several of us Americans went to an absurdly funny play called "The Aphorist" about the trials of an unemployed and semi-depressed actor turned poet. Sample line: "Time is the arrow and pain, the bullseye." Ouch.


Now, one thing I've certainly been missing is the music in my life, and I've been looking for a guitar since I arrived. Well, yesterday I found it. And not only it, but an amp as well. It's a Cort electric styled like a strat (plays quite like my one from home) and the amp is of the Marshall-made Korean "Park" line. Pictured below are the pair on my bed in front of my ever-growing postcard-newspaper-poster-map-picture wall. Hopefully England will improve on its "Scrape to Victory" when it plays Ireland this weekend. I'll most likely be watching at a pub in Newquay.


Cheers all—the waves call!

Nick