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Dreaming Spires: March 2011
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011. Shifting seasons under an ever-moving sky. I've always been surprised at the frequency with which one seems to get asked about one's favorite season. Personally, I've never really had an answer. I mean, how does one differentiate between hot, hotter, and hottest? But here, here I love to watch the seasons change. Granted, most of winter wasn't particularly spectacular, though there is nothing much lovelier than snow falling in glowing lamplight. As Virginia Woolf put it, "If the ...
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Dreaming Spires: Orientating
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Sunday, August 3, 2014. This past week (my second in Kenya) has been dedicated to new staff orientation, which has included lectures about transition and TCKs, question and answer sessions about life in Kenya, and opportunities to grow to know our fellow incoming teachers. Some of these opportunities have been officially organized (such as the Wednesday outing to a tea farm run by three generations of British immigrants. Interestingly, however, when it comes to my walk of faith, I am pretty entrenched in...
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Dreaming Spires: Shadows of Ecstasy: a review of sorts
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Saturday, July 17, 2010. Shadows of Ecstasy: a review of sorts. By Charles Walter Stansby Williams. My rating: 3 of 5 stars. I love Charles Williams' books. Everyone who knows me knows this. Others may think them strange or obscure, but I find them pulsing with life and power. They remind me, in language that transcends knowing, what it is that I'd forgotten I'm looking for. Is Considine an antichrist or a returned messiah? Does it even matter? What do we do with those Old Testament passages in which the...
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Dreaming Spires: October 2010
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Thursday, October 21, 2010. Morning on the river. Walking to the river this morning, alone and in the dark, was like stepping into some primordial past. The stars blazing above Christ Church, only to be blotted out by the trees growing dense and dark on either side of the path. And the river itself, rising out of a rolling mist that shrouded bank and distance in the mysterious grey of pre-morning light. Links to this post. Sunday, October 17, 2010. Interesting wood designs in the ceiling. Our incredibly ...
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Dreaming Spires: November 2010
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Monday, November 15, 2010. Today feels exquisitely like fall. The sunlight filtering through the crisp coolness of autumn mist, and the city's austere beauty beginning to soften with the glimmer of Christmas lights and lighthearted holiday shoppers. Add in a toffee nut latte, and the only thing missing is space at a coffee shop to actually sit and study. Links to this post. Wednesday, November 10, 2010. I went to a play this past Wednesday, almost a week ago now. The Oxford Playhouse. There were also som...
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Dreaming Spires: Trinity Eights: a new boat for a new term
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Sunday, May 1, 2011. Trinity Eights: a new boat for a new term. Well, our new Regent's boat has had its maiden voyage (for all I know, it's had a few of them - but this afternoon was the first women's crew outing). I have christened it with my blood (stupid fingers always getting between the boat and my blade) and my sweat (yes, it was actually warm. Best of all, however, the new boat is ten kilos per boy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Trinity Eights: a new boat for a new term. On a Given Sunday.
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Dreaming Spires: June 2011
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Sunday, June 5, 2011. Time Displacement Activities (as Kim would say). Sitting next to Christine Baranski. At the Perch (you know, that actress from Mamma Mia. And The Big Bang Theory. Helping Kim celebrate completing her finals (I don't know if I can stress how big of a deal finals are here - rather than marking the end of a semester's work, they, and they alone, are the assessing rod for one's entire Oxford degree - think N.E.W.T.S. in Harry Potter. Friends waiting for Kim to exit her last exam. Discus...
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Ni Hao, Corinne!: May 2012
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Ni Hao, Corinne! Wednesday, May 30, 2012. I'm back, by popular request! Nearly a year ago, I returned from my England adventures. Bubbling with the excitement that Oxford had to offer. I settled down into a temporary life back home: living with my parents- a situation that for some would represent backpedaling or defeat, but for me was actually a lot of fun, mostly because if fun were muscles my parents could beat up your parents- working at the Princeton Review, tutoring a lot, applying to law school.
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Where do you go from here? | matt farina's blog
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Matt farina's blog. Where do you go from here? The short answer – back. Back to the UK. Like “Back in the USSR,” but not. First, I should sum up the last three months. So why are we obsessing over a possibly childish fancy of moving across the globe? Why can’t we just be happy here? Why do we love England so much? By miyagisan on September 24, 2011. One Response to “Where do you go from here? Said this on September 25, 2011 at 12:16 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Enter your emai...
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Dreaming Spires: January 2011
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Monday, January 17, 2011. Early mornings with Percy Shelley. I am in the process of creating a new lifestyle for myself. One in which I actually wake up in the morning. (Shocking, I know). Eat breakfast (with many, many cups of coffee), and then spend all of my daylight hours in the library. The real test will be how well I survive the revival of crew training tomorrow. But anyway. That was actually just a prelude to say that I was in the Bodleian today, reading The Poetic Edda. What I found exceedingly ...