train ticket from Bayeux, France to Caen, France, dated Feb 21st
train ticket from Pontorson, France to Bayeux (return), dated Feb 20th
admission ticket for the exhibition Altermodern, Tate Britain, dated April 21st
check-in slip for Kinlay House Hostel, Galway, Ireland, dated March 4th
tourist pamphlet for Giant’s Causeway, Northern Ireland
Google map of the location for the CAPA departure party in London (which I skipped)
tourist pamphlet for Westminster Abbey
train ticket from London to Canterbury, dated April 9th
program from the WB Yeats exhibit in the Ireland National Library
tourist pamphlet for King’s College, Cambridge
ticket stub from Les Miserables, Queens Theatre, London, dated March 20th
blank postcard from the Cliffs of Moher, Ireland
1 euro cent
ticket from the Dublin Writer’s Museum
article on control of gene expression by intergenic transcription
ticket from the Dublin Literary Pub Crawl
bottle cap from a bottle of Magner’s cider (which I opened using my housekey in Hyde Park, London)
3 Chipotle receipts
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells The Time Machine by H.G. Wells Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope Middlemarch by George Elliot The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Dracula by Bram Stoker Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Tess of the D’Ubervilles by Thomas Hardy
I can’t decide whether I am more excited or intimidated. It would just be exciting if I weren’t going to be taking 9 credits of biology at the same time.
“Be optimistic. These times will pass.”—This quote was on a sign outside of a local business in Fenton, MI, a small town next to the smaller town where I went to high school. Everything in MI feels depressed.
DNA is so awesome. Of course, I can understand why the scientific community is still largely skeptical about this branch of nanotechnology—it’ll probably be decades before anything truly useful and revolutionary comes out of this. But even if they are just playing around right now, it’s still pretty sweet.
“The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog.
Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience.”