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1/29 I think it's pretty funny that the only phrases used on search engines which some poor sods have followed to me are: massachusetts one night stand women fuck
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drooled on the pillow
1/28 One of the upshots of my trip is that I'm leaning back into the History fold. Economic History, but more history, nonetheless. It just seems like there is so much more to be done, to explore how these various theories and models have been applied and misapplied to various events. I reread my mom's book over my trip, and it brought home to me how important it is to know the history of what you're talking about. Lastly (and maybe this is shallow) I remembered that W.E.B. Dubois had studied Economic History, which somehow brought home again that it can be a revolutionary undertaking.
1/27 Back from Britain Well. I had a very interesting time. Much more of a vacation getaway than Sweden. I have to say, despite how expensive and slightly unfriendly -or at least emotionally chilly- London is, I. Love. London. Check it out:
my London itinerary: - Arrive - Thursday 7:30 am. Go to youth hostel (Earl's Court) and drop off bags.
- Wander around city. buy Timeout magazine.
- Eat great Indian food.
- Go to the Royal National Theater for the latest production of Tom Stoppard's play: "Invitation to Love." (I love Tom Stoppard! Love him!
- Then went to a party called "Movement" at which DJ Hype was the guest of honor. At that point I had been up for 35 hours. I ended up getting back to the hostel at 4:30 am. Which was fine.
- Friday Scraped myself together and into a decent blazer and buttondown to go to the London School of Economics and try to find out more about their Graduate Program. I could only find a secretary, but it was helpful.
- Headed to "Girls Need Modems" t(here's a link about it in an earlier entry) . great fun.
- Saturday wandered about soho and looked at fun product for sale.
- Went to the Theater De Complicite's production of Street of Crocodiles based on the writings of Bruno Schulz, one of my favorite writers. I wept. no shit. so lovely.
- flew to Edinburgh that night.
More elaborate stuff on this trip later.
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