Pictures of my life
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annwfynIt occured to me the other day that I don't have enough of a record of my life. I do stuff and think I'll remember it. Sometimes I do. I can still close my eyes and picture the salt flats in Bolivia, or the caves under ToroToro. Other times I can't. The other day I had real problems remembering the name of a girl I used to work with.
It also occured to me that my life is somewhat fragmented these days. I've got Cam friends, school friends, university friends, family and they don't come together really at all. Names float around, but I suspect for a lot of people those names aren't real.
Finally, I got given a digital camera for my birthday. It's now sitting in my bedroom, looking at me mournfully. I don't think it feels loved.
Therefore, to address all three issues I am going to try and institute a new and occasional column. It'll be called Me And My Camera: A Life In Pictures and will consist of random pictures and prose whittering about things which are important to me right now.
I shall start with my early Anglo-Saxon archaeologists.
These are the other four people on my masters course. There are other postgrad archaeologists at Oxford, but these are the only others who are taking the same classes as me and studying in the same kind of area in my year. They are the people I meet up with for coffee, ice cream, phone to stress about essays and they are the people I spent yesterday determinedly trudging round Sutton Hoo in the snow with.
They are, from left to right:
Lydia, who is a New Yorker and was an English Lit Major. She and I tend towards overusing texts in our essays. She talks as rapidly as me, but I fear with far more wit. She's a St Cross person, and works in the bar which stays open until 3 am.
Meredith, who is another American, with a boyfriend doing his phd at Reading University. She spent a year in Ireland before coming here, and knows about the Romans in Ireland. Yes. They did get there too, apparently.
Cait who is wonderful and also the cleverest person I think I've ever known. She got 97% in one of her final exams for her first degree and nearly got re-examined because the original markers couldn't quite believe it. She's at Keble and I think is about to become their poster child for mature student recruitment. She's originally Irish, raised in Chelsea, and now living in Inverness between terms.
Francis is small and quiet and amazingly sweet. He is the only ex-Oxbridge person on my course I think - he did his first degree at Cambridge. He's at Merton at the moment and organised the archaeology formal dinner there.
And those are the people I work with. I think there may be a rather damp burial mound in the background somewhere as well.
Sutton Hoo was lovely, by the way, although very cold and featuring the worst video EVER in its visitors centre. No facts, just unconvincing re-enactors (6th century warriors didn't normally wear hair gel, I feel) wandering around to pretentious readings of Beowulf. We all sat at the back and heckled.
The drive back was long, broken up by an hour in a pub en route. Thankfully we came into Oxford via the Banbury Road, so I got dropped off at college, picked up my car, and drove home. Even more thankfully the car battery didn't give up the ghost until I got back to Reading. Which it then did. Utterly. Totally.
As of 10 pm last night my car will not start. The nice people at Diamond sent out a mechanic who looked at it, prodded it with jump start leads, poked it a bit and told me I needed a new battery. My truly sainted father says he can fit a new battery for me either tonight or Thursday, but in the short term I'm back to using trains. My poor poor Clio. I fear it is getting old.
Oh, and extra thanks towildrogue who drove across from House of Doom to try and help me jump start it, despite it being late and cold. She is loved and appreciated and everyone who sees her today should tell her she is great.
And now on into Oxford. I may take some more pictures there, perhaps of my room in college or of Wolfson itself. Or is there any other part of my life people would like to see recorded in picture form? I'm taking votes for the next installment of Me And My Camera: A Life In Pictures.
It also occured to me that my life is somewhat fragmented these days. I've got Cam friends, school friends, university friends, family and they don't come together really at all. Names float around, but I suspect for a lot of people those names aren't real.
Finally, I got given a digital camera for my birthday. It's now sitting in my bedroom, looking at me mournfully. I don't think it feels loved.
Therefore, to address all three issues I am going to try and institute a new and occasional column. It'll be called Me And My Camera: A Life In Pictures and will consist of random pictures and prose whittering about things which are important to me right now.
I shall start with my early Anglo-Saxon archaeologists.
These are the other four people on my masters course. There are other postgrad archaeologists at Oxford, but these are the only others who are taking the same classes as me and studying in the same kind of area in my year. They are the people I meet up with for coffee, ice cream, phone to stress about essays and they are the people I spent yesterday determinedly trudging round Sutton Hoo in the snow with.
They are, from left to right:
Lydia, who is a New Yorker and was an English Lit Major. She and I tend towards overusing texts in our essays. She talks as rapidly as me, but I fear with far more wit. She's a St Cross person, and works in the bar which stays open until 3 am.
Meredith, who is another American, with a boyfriend doing his phd at Reading University. She spent a year in Ireland before coming here, and knows about the Romans in Ireland. Yes. They did get there too, apparently.
Cait who is wonderful and also the cleverest person I think I've ever known. She got 97% in one of her final exams for her first degree and nearly got re-examined because the original markers couldn't quite believe it. She's at Keble and I think is about to become their poster child for mature student recruitment. She's originally Irish, raised in Chelsea, and now living in Inverness between terms.
Francis is small and quiet and amazingly sweet. He is the only ex-Oxbridge person on my course I think - he did his first degree at Cambridge. He's at Merton at the moment and organised the archaeology formal dinner there.
And those are the people I work with. I think there may be a rather damp burial mound in the background somewhere as well.
Sutton Hoo was lovely, by the way, although very cold and featuring the worst video EVER in its visitors centre. No facts, just unconvincing re-enactors (6th century warriors didn't normally wear hair gel, I feel) wandering around to pretentious readings of Beowulf. We all sat at the back and heckled.
The drive back was long, broken up by an hour in a pub en route. Thankfully we came into Oxford via the Banbury Road, so I got dropped off at college, picked up my car, and drove home. Even more thankfully the car battery didn't give up the ghost until I got back to Reading. Which it then did. Utterly. Totally.
As of 10 pm last night my car will not start. The nice people at Diamond sent out a mechanic who looked at it, prodded it with jump start leads, poked it a bit and told me I needed a new battery. My truly sainted father says he can fit a new battery for me either tonight or Thursday, but in the short term I'm back to using trains. My poor poor Clio. I fear it is getting old.
Oh, and extra thanks to
wildrogue who drove across from House of Doom to try and help me jump start it, despite it being late and cold. She is loved and appreciated and everyone who sees her today should tell her she is great.And now on into Oxford. I may take some more pictures there, perhaps of my room in college or of Wolfson itself. Or is there any other part of my life people would like to see recorded in picture form? I'm taking votes for the next installment of Me And My Camera: A Life In Pictures.
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Date: 2005-02-21 11:21 am (UTC)http://www.museumjobs.com/jobdetails.php?JobID=3002
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Date: 2005-02-21 11:48 am (UTC)Hope your job hunting is going well.
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Date: 2005-02-21 01:00 pm (UTC)Top 5 favorite objects I own,
Top 5 faveorite items of clothing,
all important social events (an obviously one!)
Photos of pets (past, present, friends pets etc.)
Revisit all the places you have previously lived and take pics of them!
Top 5 favorite places in the whole world!
Just a few thoughts......
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Vote for pictures
Date: 2005-02-22 09:45 am (UTC)