Mmmm...Bop

Clockwise: Me at a pub, Gypsies, Oxford Canal Walk, Sam at a pub

I have just returned from Oxford... It took me 3 hours to write that sentence...Not because I am retarded but because I got distracted by a wonderful dinner prepared by my friend Karen and her lovely boyfriend Nick: Crusty bread, homemade spelt bread (amazing AND with sultanas!), 

Insert 20 min interlude... drunk flatmates and other squatters just got home and I cleaned my teeth and discovered that my blonde catfish whiskers are not exactly blonde and indeed longer than any lady should allow... but if I interfer with nature as I did with my snail trail at the age of 15 then I will only make it worse... argh... There are lots of drunks walking home; pre-emptive Australia Day Celebrations - the only thing Aussies don't procrastinate about: Practicing patriotic events involving booze in foreign countries and making twats of themselves.

Ok, so dinner: olives with anchovies, feta-esque cheese, fresh tomatoes, hommus and sundried tomatoes (and a Cadbury Creme Egg as my after diiner treat!). It was awesome but the problem with self-constructed and self-administered canape dinner is that you never know when to stop until it is too late. And then you have to make room for the creme egg! But that is where the dessert stomach comes in :) 

I have (not just) returned from Oxford... Amazing college grounds and walks that roll under foot; hoping too never end (unless you go for a job at dusk and get lost in a paddock, nearly fall through a cattle grate, and freak out when you realise that Gypsies are real and the little boats are not just 'cute little pictures'. Thay are so awesome except when you get lost and feel like you may get stabbed and have a bung achillies tendon. I had an amazing time with my college friend Sammy and I had a great time at the Bop last night - not as much as other's. Some people got right into the pink (see below)!

YouTube Highlights: 

Gavin McGraw - Follow Through

Quote of the Day: Times are different and different times have different requirements - Kierkegaard

Google highlight: 

Discovering Google Chrome and stumbling across Wordsworth's Tintern Abbey - 

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,

Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration: -- feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened: -- that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on, -- 
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

The Pink Bop!