Heads up on the Tube!
A lazy morning today, cause I need to go do the Valentine's shopping, which is crucial if you've got a 7 year old person in the house, since the child must be able to participate fully in the Customs of His People without humiliating himself. The candy store doesn't open till 10:00 AM. So there's no point in hurrying. Last year I finally broke down and included candy in the valentines he gave out -- I swear, I don't know how it is that any of the children of America have retained any of their teeth -- and now apparently I am continuing the ritual.
So I'm sitting around and I'm blogging in a desultory fashion, and I'm glad, glad I tell you, to have gotten the heads up from the London Tube Blog, that somebody threw up over at Charing Cross this morning. Careful, everybody!
No, wait, it's 6 hours ahead over there -- surely somebody's cleaned the station up by now. Never mind.
I like getting the daily news about what's going on on the London Tube. Especially these days -- I'm getting myself psyched up for a trip this summer to the manuscript collections wherein lie various Things I Must Find.
Some of these things are manuscripts I've seen before and now want to look at again -- it's pretty damn humbling to discover that one has, in one's expert fashion, written down the wrong folio number for an entry, I'll tell you (over the course of months and months of one's life sitting in manuscript rooms, one has probably lost one's mind several times; scary) -- but some are things I haven't seen yet.
A few of these manuscripts are just lost. There's one famous English city -- name will not be mentioned here, sorry -- which has managed to actually LOSE a bunch of its important medieval manuscripts -- some 12th century charters, the city account books from the 15th century, a bunch of other stuff. There are many of us who suspect that this city actually knows where the manuscripts are, and just doesn't want to hand them over. But they're really sweet about it. If you go there, armed with all your documentation and your bestest American smile, they give you tea and drag you all around, looking into various closets. Nope, not here. Well.
Anyway -- I'll be in England in July. English readers! If you're in London, York, Leeds, Cambridge, Wisbech, Peterborough, Huntingdon, or Northampton, drop me a line. I work like hell when I'm there, but I'll have time for a cuppa.
So I'm sitting around and I'm blogging in a desultory fashion, and I'm glad, glad I tell you, to have gotten the heads up from the London Tube Blog, that somebody threw up over at Charing Cross this morning. Careful, everybody!
No, wait, it's 6 hours ahead over there -- surely somebody's cleaned the station up by now. Never mind.
I like getting the daily news about what's going on on the London Tube. Especially these days -- I'm getting myself psyched up for a trip this summer to the manuscript collections wherein lie various Things I Must Find.
Some of these things are manuscripts I've seen before and now want to look at again -- it's pretty damn humbling to discover that one has, in one's expert fashion, written down the wrong folio number for an entry, I'll tell you (over the course of months and months of one's life sitting in manuscript rooms, one has probably lost one's mind several times; scary) -- but some are things I haven't seen yet.
A few of these manuscripts are just lost. There's one famous English city -- name will not be mentioned here, sorry -- which has managed to actually LOSE a bunch of its important medieval manuscripts -- some 12th century charters, the city account books from the 15th century, a bunch of other stuff. There are many of us who suspect that this city actually knows where the manuscripts are, and just doesn't want to hand them over. But they're really sweet about it. If you go there, armed with all your documentation and your bestest American smile, they give you tea and drag you all around, looking into various closets. Nope, not here. Well.
Anyway -- I'll be in England in July. English readers! If you're in London, York, Leeds, Cambridge, Wisbech, Peterborough, Huntingdon, or Northampton, drop me a line. I work like hell when I'm there, but I'll have time for a cuppa.
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