Monday, October 26, 2009


Last week had some major accomplishments:

+ going to my first english football match at a stadium that's been around for over 100 years, and has the word cottage in the name, and is made out of brick, and learning that the home fans are separated from the away ones.

+ making chicken soup from scratch, after getting a tip about the existence of an amazing open air market, swoon.

+ walking home from a house party as the sun rose.

+ walking home from london bridge, seeing the city.

+ chopping ten inches of my hair off.

+ eating really great pizza, two times.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

For Real? you had to SAY there's going to be widespread flu on sunday? Why sunday? Why not saturday?

Dear London, Pt IV.

Dear London (sky),

You continue to stun and amaze me. Thank you for that.


Sunday, October 18, 2009

Weekend Life.

Weekends have come to look like this. Cupcakes and friends and tea cozies and big brunches and coffees in the afternoon and sweets eaten slowly and shared by everyone, walks down cobblestone streets, primary colors and cloudy skies.

Dear London, Pt III.

Dear London,

Why did you decide it was a good idea to make the bus lane and the bike lane one and the same? I would much rather be riding with cars and not buses. What were you thinking?


Fifty Londoners, One Questions.

Fifty People, One Question: London from Fifty People, One Question on Vimeo.

Just watch it through. Trust me.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Dear London, Pt II.

Dear London (pubs),

Snakebites: ale and cider and blackcurrant. You slay me.


Frieze! Freeze!

Today i went to my first ever art fair, and it was overwhelming, and there were thousands of people, there was lots of crowding, and this is what it looked like, also there was a little bit of old school wallace collection thrown in there (but it fit in because of the damien hirst show).

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


When escalators break in the tube station, there are many stairs to descend.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Home Is Where Your Orchard Is.

I love london. I'd even go so far as to say that i'm in love with london. But, no matter what city i'm in, i can never wait to get back home whenever it is that i'm going there. The other day my mom sent me a picture of apples from our orchard and excitedly told me about how she'd used them to make a huge batch of applesauce, and how our dog had rolled around in all the rotten apples that had fallen on the ground, and it made me yearn for autumn on the east coast. There's nothing like it, there's nothing that will ever compare to it. There will be new things, sure sure, but autumn in bucks county is one of the most glorious things there is. Leaves change from bright green to golds and reds, then fall on the ground and they crunch and swirl around your feet, the farms all advertise their apple cider, and orchards and pumpkin patches, your cheeks get rosy when you step outside for a walk, everything is warmer and cozier and home is homier.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Dear London, Pt I.

Dear London (boys),

Why do you insist on still using hair gel to make it look like you had five different fans pointed at your head blowing your hair every which way?


Dear London (girls),

Do you know that your makeup is caked on and orange?


Dear London (mice),

You're tiny and cute and not scary like the NYC subway rats!


Dear London (streets),

I don't know you so well yet, but i can't wait to figure you out.


Friday, October 9, 2009

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


My desk has devolved from the neat and organized, minimalist desk that it once was into this. This is what getting your masters looks like i guess.

Monday, October 5, 2009

A System. Their system.

Coming from Sarah Lawrence, where the library might as well be listed as a social hotspot on campus, the British Library came as an awakening to the way other libraries work. Striking, to say the least, this library is a behemoth. It is sprawling in the greatest sense of the word, but i have to say that it doesn't look like i so desperately wanted THE. BRITISH. LIBRARY. to look. It's brick. All brick. Not the good old kind of brick though, it's the scary kind of brick. The imposing kind of brick that when you stand next to it feels like it will most certainly topple down on you. And all those marble steps, genius idea in the rainiest of cities. The more i look at pictures of the building the more i don't understand what the architects were thinking. But, now i must digress, because what i really want to talk about is their rules. These aren't just library rules these are THE. BRITISH. LIBRARY. RULES. These are rules for the place that has 150 MILLION items. Million... 25 million of which are books. I can't even fathom that number. And boy are they serious about these 150 million items. You must order your books ahead of time so that when you get there they're waiting for you. None may be checked out. Ever. They must be read in the reading room that you specify. Coats aren't allowed in these reading rooms. They have to be checked along with your bag, and most importantly your pens. No pens allowed. And of course no food, or drinks, especially no gum. Whatever you want with you (that's permitted) must fit in a clear bag that they provide, then check as you enter (and exit) the reading room. So many rules. Such an imposing scary building. The place makes me nervous. It's the opposite of the magical library i see in my dreams.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Oh London, how i love you at times and how i hate you at others. But that's the way everything works in life right? Today was a big lesson in how to queue. Minutes tick by slower than ever, every person in front of you feels like ten. It's seeming more and more that standing in line (i'm just not going to succumb to the british way of saying it) is the norm. Everywhere. And they aren't just normal lines, that are slightly annoying, they're massive. Almost so massive that you can't be upset about it because it just seems so absurd. Waiting, waiting, waiting for everything, there's no option to ever be in a rush. Stand in line to get in the underground car. Stand in line on the escalator to get above ground. Stand in line to get out of the turnstiles. Stand in line at the library with the one old man who is making endless library IDs for newcomers who ask questions that could be answered elsewhere. Stand in line to buy some stamps. Stand in line some more at a different library, because you can't just belong to one, you must belong to two (more on this in a bit). Stand in line at the grocery store. Stand in line to buy a printer in a store so tiny it shouldn't be legal. Stand in line for dinner. Stand in line. Always waiting, tested patience, i guess this is how it's done here.

Sunday, October 4, 2009