What looks like an etch-a-sketch screen is actually my home town, in all its austere winter glory, as seen from very high-up. I feel like I’m looking at a schematic of my memory, considering how easily these shapes relate to innumerable bits of knowledge.
And as a note on scale, the grid pattern is based on the Dominion Land Survey system, so the small rectangular blocks, the smallest divisions in the picture, are quarter sections split north-south. A complete section, is roughly 1.6 km a side. Counting off the quarter sections along the bottom of the city, as it runs along Hwy #1, it measures about 8 km across. But I’m no good at math so who knows.
While the official Oxford observance of Guy Fawkes day occurred on Saturday, there have been intermittent fireworks blowing off after 6:30pm, every night, since the 3rd. This tends to go on, in salvos, until about 11.
I am working on something more substantial for PBS readers at the moment, but I just read something that required some thought, and thought ran to writing and here we are. I’ll take advantage of the aside function in the blog for this one to indicate its ‘superficial’ nature.
I like to think that my ear is rather close to the rails when it comes to current scholarship and publishing on martial literature and violence. But, leave it to a routine Amazon.co.uk search to show me this little bit of (potential) gold:
Sydney Anglo, L’escrime, La danse et l’art de la guerre: Le livre et lareprésentation du mouvement (Paris: BNF, 2011).
Not only is this a very recent work from the most influential writer on martial literature since Hutton and Aylward, its title is frighteningly close to the working title I have used for my MA thesis-to-book project.
I guess I have some digging to do around the internets for an affordable copy. Glad I have a functional reading ability in French.
This is a short one today on account of fatigue and a cold that is trying to get into the offices and put his feet up on the lunch room table and generally bother everyone trying to get some work done.
By monday I should have some time to write something worth reading here, of the update variety. Oxford is seriously pushing my limits for sensory overload and information management. All things considered, there is only one potentially crippling problem that is at least 3-6 months deferred. As expected, it has nothing to do with the work I will do or the expectations of the programme (all safely within my abilities). This problem is entirely the fault of an outdated UK mental health system and their apparent indifference to certain types of learning disorders, managed in adults, with medication they apparently find morally repugnant. That’s at least, my reading at the moment (coloured as it is with the scarlet mysts of educational fury).
Just a short post to the effect that all is well at PBS, just slightly limited in the internet access way. More will follow, but not for a while. The wheels of the IT machine turn very slow (and not too fine) here in Oxon.