wow...

So I found my bike. Seriously - I was walking home from Queen's last night when I saw it propped up against a sign next to the Bodleian Library. No lock, but also no damage. Went out and bought another lock for it: evidently none of the locks sold around Oxford have any hope of surviving, so the trick is to hide your bike among really worthless bikes and hope that no one sees it and wants it.

Finishing off another essay today. Had a Greek tutorial in St. Hilda's College, which is a college most people of my gender rarely get to see. It's Oxford's only all female college, and it's got a lovely location right on the river. Unfortunately, you have to go through the Magdalen roundabout in order to get there, and the roundabout and bridge have been areas of concern lately.

Interestingly, the Boston Globe has an article with this headline: Fight Ageism By Looking Younger. See, I'm not sure that's the solution. I think that's just whitewashing over the problem and slowly contributing to it.

Well done to the Quiz Bowl team of the P. school, who went to a national tournament and made it to the playoffs. Both teams, in fact. I'm thrilled for them - they never made it to nationals when I was their coach... Though I heard that they were a bit ornery and argumentative. It's just like those New Jersey types to argue with their elders. To be fair, though, the guy with whom they were arguing most likely had it coming...

People have been throwing us rave reviews about the Queen's College evensong on the BBC. Though one woman's handwriting turned "superb intonation" into what looked like "suspect intonation". Penmanship just isn't what it used to be...

Leaving for the US again on Thursday for my youngest brother's high school graduation. I'm so proud of him I can barely speak.