D:Reamy Prof Cox the Fox rox my world*

Has anyone managed to catch Wonders of the Solar System on BBC2? I can highly recommend it to anyone with a passing interest in astronomy; or those among us who are simply interested in staring at sweet boy-faced men eulogising about something (anything) that they are so excited about that their eyes get all shiny and a sort of glow comes off them.

I mean, I find contemplation of our amazingly complex little solar system and the universe beyond absolutely mind-bottling, but honestly - astronomy's association with ancient, incoherent men who can calculate the elliptical rotation patterns of distant moons but are unable to buy a pair of fitting trousers, heat up a tin of baked beans or replace a pair of spectacles that are clearly beyond repair has made it a no-go zone for many women. Science on that sort of mathematical/astro-physical level just isn't sexy.

Well, get ready to have your preconceptions slapped around the face and covered in glitter:



How d'ya like them space particles?!

Introducing Mr. Brian Cox, formerly of D:Ream (thiiings... can only get better) and latterly passionate crusader for science funding and visitor of schools (sigh!) to raise the profile of the least-cool subject on the curriculum.

Coming from this man, space is cool - literally and pop-culturally. He sprinkled his magic space dust on me and suddenly I am the proud possessor of information about the names of the moons of Jupiter (Io, Ganymede, Callisto and Europa, named for the lovers of the Greek god Zeus). The earth would fit inside Jupiter more than a thousand times. Something about volcanos. Shiny, shiny eyes.

*apologies for the tortured wordplay - I just couldn't resist.

And So It Begins

I have been doing a lot more cycling down south of the river of late, largely because a certain stubbon mister lives down there and he starts getting twitchy if he leaves the SW postcode, poor rabbit.

There is a noticeable culture difference between the cyclists up norf compared to those down sarf. In my [slightly jaded and bedgruding] experience, cyclists in the Southerly parts of London are:

-faster, no question.

-more likely to be of a manly persuasion; yet

-less likely to sport a moustache.

-if of a feminine persuasion; less likely to be wearing heels and skirts.

-more likely to cycle in packs, like hyenas. Or is it a cackle of hyenas? Either way, like hyenas.

-more likely to wear hi-vis and helmets. Well, duh! South London roads are much meaner than the quiet back streets of Hackney that constitute my current commute.

-less likely to have a child seat on the back (see above).

- more aggressive. I copped an earful of bile this morning from a bunch of bad-tempered wheelers when I failed to take off the instant the light turned green (I was still folding my map back into my pocket). In North London, they would have waited patiently or maybe ding-a-linged their bell.

-more likely to wear full-body lycra and those hideous yellow sunglasses that don't look much like this:



-less likely to have a pair of bike polo sticks (bats? racquets? mallets?) attached to the back. Actually that is pretty specific to Shoreditch.

Melbourne Dreaming turns 4!

Four big years, people! I'm finally feeling the thaw after a Winter that well and truly beat my ass down, down, down.

Spring is finally here. Happy days.

Cut out and keep

For bored office workers everywhere.

Ammend as necessary. I know a certain boy for whom all six sides would read "tea".

Wednesday* what's hot + what's not

Smokin'

Logorama
I have been talking up this brilliantly subversive little film since I saw it at Short & Sweet many months ago. A bit sad for Nick Park, but there again he has hogged the last four Best Animated Short Film Oscars.
Check it!

The Home Office
For getting my passport back to me in a speedy 6 weeks, despite their omerta-like code of silence surrounding the process. Now to get my teeth into the citizenship process...

Hayao Miyazaki

Saw Ponyo recently, and although it doesn't quite meet up with the mind-bending wonder of Spirited Away, it is certainly a beautiful film to be immersed in for a couple of hours. It takes a particular talent to capture the movement of a serious little 5-year-old boy, and Miyazaki makes it look so effortless. Sosuke reminded me a lot of the Little Prince: a gentle and self-contained little boy wise beyond his years.



Freezin'

Studying for my Life in the UK test
Click on the link to get a taste of the ridiculousness - even the most British person in the office received a FAIL on the practice version. I haven't sat an exam in a long time, and I don't relish that long-forgotten feeling of dread and attendant procrastination.

My idiotic landlord.
If you get a package from me, Mr. Smith, I can assure you it won't be an early Christmas card.

*A tad late. Procrastination, etc.