Saturday, 1 October 2016


Winding country lanes and spires, reaching up to God. A connection that's been made a million times before, yet repetition doesn't invalidate its truth. Instead it is its own confirmation; praise in excelsis.

Saturday, 3 September 2016

MOOC Shakespeare

I'm a Shakespeare nerd; we all know this about me. And hopefully by now you also know that I'm also pretty mad about Widening Participation; about opening up forms and areas of education that we have been made to feel are inaccessible to us.

Monday, 15 August 2016

Phila coffee hangs

It's officially less than 10 days until Penn's class of 2020 move in, and I'm having severe #ragrets about not applying four years ago so I thought I'd give you a heads-up on where to head for a good coffee the morning after, and which of those let you camp out with your laptop and a stack of books for a good few hours.

This list is by no means exhaustive of all the good coffee shops in Philly (and actually doesn't even feature all I've visited) but these are the ones that come mega amyvnorris approved. Let me make u the Big Man On Campus for knowing the cool hangs whilst the rest of your freshman class is still heavily into Commons Starbucks.

Monday, 1 August 2016


a condition of place-based homeliness shared by people with common ancestry or heritage and who inhabit traditional, culturally defined areas or places statutorily recognized to be rural" - Chigbu (2013)

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

The National Gallery's Painters Paintings

“Works of art are models you are to imitate, and at the same time rivals you are to combat.”
-  Sir Joshua Reynolds

These are the words that inspired one of the most interesting exhibitions in London this summer; Painter's Paintings at the National Gallery. I've often thought of the artistic influences of painters, but never before had I really considered what paintings dominated the spaces in which they existed. Which works of art were so important that they had to own them rather than admire them from afar? Which paintings were so fundamentally a part of their artistic development that they felt they needed to be constantly surrounded by them, to live in a constant state of wonder, to strive towards them?

Sunday, 17 July 2016


So yesterday I turned 21. I've already had the key to four front doors this year, and I've been doing a good job of buying wine in the US before this point, so I'm continuing with my own tradition of writing a post a day late instead. 

Sunday, 10 July 2016

unsustainable wonderment

I met with Ellie in a tiny coffee shop in Back Bay, Boston, where we both said with certainty that exchange - her time in Paris, mine in Philly - isn't real life. It's a period of hyper-activity, of always being on the move, always planning the next adventure, always juggling five things at once in the most beautifully insane way. It's not sustainable; that part of your brain which reminds you of your limited time left when you wake up hungover after three hours of sleep and makes sure you stay committed to your plan to get on a three hour megabus to D.C. even though you threw up like five minutes ago can't be in overdrive forever. 

It's four months of no real responsibility, and an awareness that on May 20th you'll suddenly stop running. But, as much as your feet hurt and you need a glass of water, you don't want to stop feeling the wind on your face.