Neptune Landing

Gosh, where do we start with this one?                                                                                                                                      Photograph: Alamy                  Our class had taken a field trip to the British Library Digital Labs Symposium which ended up being like an awards show for the most cutting-edge projects associated with local research groups. There was free food, an explicit call to "network" (a term that gives me the willies when spoken aloud), and a number of creative projects. The keynote speaker who kicked things off at the ripe hour of 10 a.m. was problematic in several different ways. Armand Leroi's talk entitled "The Science of Culture" basically used a number of infometric ways of tracking what lyrics and chords and instruments had been used in American Top 40 charts since 1960. While initially quite intriguing and entertaining, one ended up asking after all his graphs and boasts: &quo

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https://knowyourshelfbetter.blogspot.com Hello dear readers. I've started a new blog that will capture my London literary experience. Let me know your thoughts. Beloved Clock-Tower at City, University London “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” – Oscar Wilde

After seven and a half years of meeting San Francisco on its own terms, that old Aries restlessness, my oldest companion, has come back. Which is strange because the young and the restless move TOWARDS San Francisco but the fact is I'm not that young anymore. This news of my move may come as a shock to those who know me, for running my own pet care business has been the best gig I've ever had. San Francisco, likewise, has been the best fit on so many levels: physical, emotional, spiritual, and culinary. The thing is though I suffer from what the Germans call fernweh , the longing for unknown lands. So just last Saturday, with my married sweetheart in tow, I moved to London. I'm now in that grey space, that concrete twilight between two iconic cities. San Francisco: light, airy, casual and hedonic and London: ancient, driven, established, and scheming. A friend of mine once told me that whenever you move somewhere new, you have to believe that you