One thing I didn’t realise about Google Moon: zoom allll the way in.
It’s been a pretty crap week at home and at work, but I didn’t realise how much it was affecting me until I was walking home last night. I passed a guy sitting in his car, who looked out at me, then followed me halfway down the street telling me to cheer up.
Otoh, I saw ‘The House of Bernarda Alba‘ at the National last night. The last Lorca play I saw was ‘Blood Wedding’, I hadn’t realise how funny, if darkly funny, he could be. There were some excellent lines – the housekeeper character seemed to be a conduit for his own biting observations – but some clunky modernisms rang falsely.
I’m seeing Henry IV Part 2 tonight.
Renegade museum audio guides – very cool idea.
It’s Thursday. That never used to mean anything in particular, but it does now. You see it in the faces of bus commuters and in the looks exchanged when someone late to a meeting explains that their Tube line was closed, or their Tube terminated early.
Currently doing the email rounds in London.
Interesting article about the effect of the bombings on tube journeys.
It’s difficult. I’ve been consciously not avoiding sitting next to ‘Asian looking’ people but that feels a bit patronising and tokenistic. I guess it’s better than nothing.
On the other hand, I haven’t been up top on a bus since it all happened.
It’s still weird that ‘Asian’ here means ‘Indian’, and ‘South East Asian’ means what Australians would call ‘Asian’. I think Australians are more likely to know what South East Asian country someone comes from, and Britons are more likely to know which ‘Asian’ country someone comes from.
Especially for Grant and his cafe woman, Overheard in New York.
GM crops created superweed, say scientists (Guaridan)
“Modified genes from crops in a GM crop trial have transferred into local wild plants, creating a form of herbicide-resistant “superweed”, the Guardian can reveal.”
Scientists are probably too mature to add “Told you so”, but I’m not.
I’m back in London, after a long day’s travel on Thursday – 19 and a half hours, from the site to Konya, bus to Antalya, then flight to Stansted. I got texts about more explosions when I was at the airport, but couldn’t get any more news for a while.
It’s very good to be back in London. It’s nice to know for myself that the bombs really haven’t made much difference to life here.
It is a bit weird though. I caught the bus to work this morning because I had a meeting at the museum at 9:30, it felt a bit odd getting on a bus knowing I might not get off. I’ve always joked about finding a nice photo in case I die in a news worthy incident, strange to think it might happen.
It’s not going to stop me using buses or the Tube, but I am more aware of my fellow passengers. I’m sure I probably looked a bit suspicious on Thursday night, catching a bus from Moorgate to Stoke Newington with a tent and a backpack. People seem pretty normal – no-one looks jumpy or nervous, and they probably look less closed than Londoners tend to.
The weather, of course, is typical London – grey skies. It’s quite warm but feels cold after Turkey.