Olivia Smith

well-respected?

Always feel suspicious of ads for ~40 academic positions, like they're going to form an army of scholars to invade eg. Jersey

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Goodbye to my favourite boots, which have taken their final steps due to a broken sole. In the past years they have walked me through more danger and adventure than would fill ten normal boot lifetimes. Thank you, dear boots. Adieu.

You just need to amp it up from per annum to hour and you'll be on target.

Oh great, thanks Hester!

Have bitten off more than I can chew. Feel like I'm in a pinnacle verse of 'Went to Mow a Meadow'.

Who has written the best essay/big footnote on the wordplay/concept 'nothing' in early modern literature?

Bewitched by the romance of a Belgian garden Enchantment blooms in every corner of Kalmthout Arboretum

Bewitched by the romance of a Belgian garden ft.trib.al/ZuoUXuR | opinion

For other Nan Goldin superfans, Ballad of Sexual Dependency is showing at the Gagosian currently. I have loved this photo-essay since I was a teenager. gagosian.com/exhibitions/...

I've sung it a couple of times but not for ages. As you'll remember it's not the notes, it's the total concentration that is key. If your attention goes and you slip from the score you NEVER find your way back in. It's like being inside 16th century Phil Spector wall of sound.

Screenshot from the Wikipedia entry for Mr Blobby. Under the 'Actors' section, it lists 'Barry Killerby': 'The original man in the Blobby suit, Barry Killerby, is a classically trained Shakespearean actor from Bradford, West Yorkshire. In 2008, he was working as a compère for an entertainment company. He commented that working as Mr Blobby was harder than it looked...'

SCREAMING. Just learned that the first man to play Mr Blobby was a classically trained Shakespearean actor.

BLOBBY OR NOT BLOBBY?

ET TU, BLOBBY?

Publishing in the Humanities:

Champagne CORK STOPPER. Most pessimistic item I have ever been given.

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I don't know anything about D. H. Lawrence's writing, but his delivery company is a joke.

I liked the pattern, too. Though the full stop is unnerving. Too uncomputery.

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You're 100% there.

First day back in the office and my computer had died by 10, going out with this glitchy, ominous message.

Fohann Sebastian Bach? I love his poisson

This made me laugh.

We got in the habit of having brandy cream in our coffee over the holidays, a habit I am finding hard to break.

invisible games being played, especially across bureaucracy. To hidden games.

my boiler checked and no COYS. Just boiler stats. The game, my friends, has — for my boiler at least — silently ended. As momentous as many larger events. We enjoyed our moment in the sun, and I just wanted to make sure I had recorded this silent game somewhere. I like to think of the other

in caps, COYS. Which I gather means Come On You Spurs! He's done this every year for over a decade. Apparently it is a thing all the boiler guys in the area were doing to indicate latently to each other the superiority of their football team, right there hidden in the printout. However, I just got

I would like to report the death of a game. Or the disinvolvement of my house in one.

Each year, when my boiler is checked, the plumber prints a little receipt-like report and puts it on the boiler with one of my magnets. It is stats about how the boiler is working, but in among them he types,

This painting is very notable as it earned Ireland our very first OLYMPIC MEDAL in Paris in 1924, when painting was an event