In the house!

Well, in the library at least.

The Residential Week for the AJS is over, and a lot of fun it was too. I seem to be the last one here, loading all my deadlines for this and next year into a calendar to try to improve my ability to remember them. I do worry when having the printed out schedule right above my desk doesn't help (blue-tacked onto a shelf so it's just above eye level). Shall run out for some lunch in a moment and then off to the station before 4:30 when the left luggage closes, then on a train at 5:20 and see what happens getting home - still no Virgin service from Oxford to Reading but the National Rail line said there would be buses (not according to the website there isn't) but there's always First Great Western.

Not that all this trains nonsense will mean anything to anyone outside the UK.

Harsh...

"But the majority [...] still thought that 'internationalisation' meant having pure and unacclimated aliens on campus – the two-dimensional figure of the linguistically incapacitated, culture-shocked newcomer as exotic ambience. Or, to use the lament most frequently heard from the foreign teachers themselves: 'like pandas at a zoo'."

(Cartels of the Mind, Ivan Hall, p.105-6)

It feels like a book written in anger, and although I want to disagree with it, I can't completely.

Yes, I'm trying to do essay reading again! Lots has been happening, my jewellery course is finished and in for evaluation, work is busy and I'm not doing much other than having swapped Final Fantasy III for 200 man-nin no kanken.