boredom · journal


What with the changeable weather, horrible News of the World scandal, daily boredom and lack of money, July is getting me down.

I am reading the Tao Te Ching by Lao-Tzu though, and trying very hard to be content.

“Giving birth and nourishing,
having without possessing,
acting with no expectations,
leading and not trying to control:
this is the supreme virtue.”

journal · things to go see


…at the Urban Physic Garden.
They had free plate painting when I went recently to show my friend the space. I took the opportunity to make a garish psychedelic creation.
They also have free talks, yoga sessions and other activities. Go down and I’m sure you’ll find something to get involved in!

exhibitions · things to go see

Summer Science

There’s a science exhibition on at The Royal Society this weekend. It’s a great chance to talk to scientists about work they are currently doing research on, and it seems particularly geared towards people who have no prior knowledge of these areas of science.

It was worth going to see just for this display:


fashion · nice things


This girl, Kiernan Shipka (actress in Mad Men), has the ‘princess’-look down perfectly. I’m a little jealous that she seems so self-assured and confident in fashion already, but hey, she hasn’t hit puberty yet and everything changes then…

found & inspirational · journal

Odysseus’ return

“For twenty years he had thought about nothing but his return. But once he was back, he was amazed to realize that his life, the very essence of his life, its center, its treasure, lay outside Icatha, in the twenty years of his wanderings. And this treasure he had lost, and could retrieve only by telling about it.

After leaving Calypso, during his return journey, he was shipwrecked in Phaeacia, whose king welcomed him to his court. There is was a foreigner, a mysterious stranger. A stranger gets asked “Who are you? Where do you come from? Tell us!” and he had told. For four long books of the Odyssey he had retrced in detail his adventures before the dazzled Phaeacians. But in Icatha he was not a stranger, he was one of their own, so it never ocurred to anyone to say, “Tell us!””

From Milan Kundera’s ‘Ignorance’.
I feel a lot like this at the moment.