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V&A: The Cult of Beauty

On Friday, I met up with my mum and aunt, who were having a day out in London. They had already been to see Jan Gossaert’s (Flemish, like they are!) work at the National Gallery by the time I met up with them, and had a cheeky sit in at a lunch time concert at St Martin-In-The-Fields whilst they were waiting for me to arrive, so I knew they were on a culture binge. After a spot of lunch, we decided to round off the day with a visit to the Victoria & Albert museum.

After a drift through the hall of statues (the first gallery you come to after entering via the subway), we decided to avail ourselves of the temporary exhibition on the 1860-1900′s aesthetic movement, The Cult Of Beauty.

As all three of us are avid lovers of all things Art Noveau, it drew us in immediately. With a philosophy best summed up by Morris, “Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful”, the aesthetic movement was a celebration of beauty. Whilst I wasn’t mad on everything in the exhibition, there was an astoundingly large selection to choose from. My favourites included Pavonia (the picture used in the promotional material, as above), Proud Maisie, The Beguiling of Merlin and Louise Jopling. I was also deeply drawn in by the beautiful statue, Mors Janua Vitae (death is the gateway to life) by Harry Bates – the picture on that website does not do it justice; it is stunningly beautiful and more than a bit unnerving.

As well as being crammed full of beautiful paintings, sketches and sculpture, The Cult of Beauty also boasts some architectural drawings (including sketches for Whistler’s famous Peacock Room), Morris wallpapers, pottery, a set of wrought iron gates, some beautiful clothing and astonishing feats of carpentry. Oscar Wilde gets a mention or two, and there is a poster for a play entitled “Quite Too Utterly Utter”, which makes me grin like a loony.

The exhibition is on until the 17th of July, and is well worth the price of the ticket. We spent a good couple of hours in there, and would have taken even more time if we hadn’t started flagging after a long day.

Tickets are priced at £12 Full, £9 Seniors citizens, £7 Full time students, ES40 holders, 12-17 year olds, £31/£19 Family tickets (2 adults and 2 12-17 yrs/1 adult and 2 12-17 yrs)

Find full details on the V&A website.


I Want Never Gets: Amber Cube Necklace

Since going out with Ben, I’ve developed a love of amber. He has family in Suffolk, and in Suffolk they have a lot of amber.

Amber is like little chunks of solidified sunshine. Well, that’s not entirely true – amber comes in a lot of different colours, including the familiar Jurassic Park orangey yellow, but also green, gold, red…

The Natural History Museum has had this necklace for sale for quite a while now, and every time I visit their museum shop, I covet it. The little cubes are beautiful, and they different colours show off amber to their full effect. Shame about the £100 price tag, but really, it deserves it -

Amber Cubes 500 necklace


I Want Never Gets: Peacock tea cosy

I have a new teapot. So clearly, I need this. I’m sure you all understand.

From the V&A shop, £45


Contains Themes Of A Sexual Nature

Hoho. Gotcha. No porno here.

Actually, I’m talking about the new temporary exhibition at the Natural History Museum, entitled “Sexual Nature“, which opened recently.

As I said in my post yesterday, I went to visit the NHM with my friend Vin last Thursday, with the express intention of seeing this temporary exhibition (and going the gift shop, ofc.)

I’ve read mixed reviews of “Sexual Nature”, so wasn’t sure what to expect, but at only £4 for students, it’s not really money wasted, regardless.

Image from NHM website

I have to say, I was really pleasantly surprised by the exhibition – if a little weirded out, too.

You see, when you pass through the big, frosted glass doors behind the ticket desk, it feels a bit like you’ve just walked into a seedy sex shop: there are long curtains to walk around, and what I can only describe as “mood music” softly playing in the background. But do not be alarmed: behind the curtains awaits a wonderland of facts and figures, with slightly unnerving multimedia support. First up is the giant video screen showing chimps fornicating (and my lord, some of them look bored), which you can’t fail to notice as you walk in.

All around you are display cabinets with bizarre artefacts: penis bones, insects “caught in the act”, and even a pair of unfortunate locked foxes (if you don’t know what I mean by this, please go and look it up).

I think the strength of the exhibition lies in its variety: there are a multitude of of different ways the information is displayed, from the written boards (which are very readable), to the pictures, videos, display cabinets and even the slightly disturbing “Green Porno” – the image of Isabella Rosellini dressed as a snail will stay with me always (for good or for ill).

I don’t want to say much more, as it’ll spoil the surprises in store. In conclusion: I loved it. £4 well spent.

 

Sexual Nature is on display from now until 2nd October.

Open 10.00-17.50 daily, last admission 17.15.

Adult £8, Child and concessions £4, Family £21
Free to Members, Patrons and children aged 3 and under.

This exhibition contains frank information and imagery about sex.

 


I Want Never Gets: Kissing Bunnies

On Thursday, I met with my friend Vin to go to the Natural History Museum‘s new Sexual Nature exhibition. More about that in a future post.

BUT. In their gift shop, they had some beautiful jewellery relating to the exhibit. Including this gorgeous silver pendant, at £125. Sigh.


Kung Hei Fat Choi!

Congratulations and be prosperous!! Happy (Chinese) New Year, in other words! Oh yes, it’s here already. And this time around, it’s the year o’ the bunny.

Nawww. (those are Horniman bunnies. Er.. this photo was taken over a year ago. The fox has gotten them since then. Woops!)

Chinese New Year (which is lunisolar) is the most important of Chinese festivals. It’s also known as the “Spring Festival” (yes, I know, I know – it’s cold outside, but be optimistic), and isn’t actually restricted just to the one day: the festivities extend over an exciting and celebratory fifteen days.

There is a big focus on feasting, exchanging gifts (including the famous Red Envelopes) and fireworks. So what will you be up to? I’m sure that your local Chinese restaurants will be marking the occasion, so be sure to pop by. But for those of you in London, there is a LOT to look forward to:

Saturday 5th, 11am-4pm – The Wallace Collection host a Chinese New Year silk painting workshop£25 per person

Saturday 5th, 11:30am-3:30pmThe British Museum host a drop in workshop for ages 7+: Mark the Year of the Rabbit by designing your own colourful t-shirt transfer to take home – free!

Saturday 5th – Sunday 6th, The Museum of London, Docklands is hosting a variety of different workshops and tours, including calligraphy, watercolours, and a “hunt the rabbit” competition! See their website for further details.

Sunday 6th, 11am-4pm – The British Museum offer a free drop-in for families – learn all about Chinese New Year celebrations by taking part in this day full of activities, including performances, storytelling and traditional art and crafts.

Sunday 6th, 11:30am-3:30pmThe British Museum are hosting a free drop-in workshop for ages 7+ – create your own Chinese Year of the Rabbit comic using artwork from the Museum’s collection.

Sunday 6th, 12-6pm  - Trafalgar Square, Chinatown and Shaftesbury Avenue, traditional and contemporary Chinese entertainment such as dance, music and acrobatics as well as firecrackers, Chinese dragons and lions. Entry is free!

Tuesday 8th, 7-8pmThe Drunken Monkey, enjoy free dim sum and cocktails , followed by a lion dance at The Drunken Monkey

And if all else fails – get in some good grub (be it home made, take-away, or even a microwave meal if you’re on a budget) and stick on a Jackie Chan film.




TV: Horrible Histories

Any of my friendly Twitter followers *waves at you lot jovially* will have maybe seen me blurting out seemingly random lines recently, such as “I’m a fire stopper!”. Please do not be alarmed: I do know the words to The Prodigy’s hit single, so this is not some nerdy cock-up. This is another form of special nerdiness, which is in touch with my childhood in a beautiful way.

Oh yes, I LOVED the Horrible Histories books, and so I was filled with glee when the chaps over at the BBC made a children’s TV series based on Terry Deary’s genius combination of facts and fun. Whilst it’s a little sad that kids are being encouraged back towards the box and away from the books, it’s great that we’re sneaking education into their entertainment, once again. And it’s not just for kids, either – even Ben’s mum (who joined us in watching some HH over Christmas) was amazed to learn how much the Victorians invented.

Arguably, the best thing about HH is its fantastic songs. Oh yes yes yes. Catchy tunes have been forcing facts into our heads for many years, and HH songs are top notch. Some of the favourites in our household include “doing the Pachacuti”, the 4 Georges “Born 2 Rule” and of course….

 

 

 

Oh dear god, hunt it down and you’ll be hooked, I promise. And, just because I love you, here are the lyrics to help you along.

 

CHARLES II: KING OF BLING

 

My name is, my name is, my name is – Charles the second!

I love people and the people love me

So much that they restored the English monarchy

I’m part Scottish-French-Italian, a little bit Dane

But one hundred per cent party animal!

Champagne?

 

Spaniels I adored, named after me too

Like me they were fun with a natty hair-do.

Is today my birthday? I can’t recall

Let’s have a party anyway, because I love a masked ball

All hail – the King – of Bling – let’s sing – bells ring – ding-ding

I’m the King who brought back  partying!

King Charles my daddy lost his throne and kings were banned

They chopped off his head, then Olly Cromwell ruled the land

 

Old Olly wasn’t jolly, he was glum and he was proud

Would be miserable as sin only ‘sinning’s not allowed’

 

When Cromwell died the people said ‘Charlie me hearty

‘Get rid of his dull laws, come back, we’d rather party.’

This action’s what they called the Monarchy Restoration

Which naturally was followed by a huge celebration

The King – of Eng-land say – no sin – to sing – or anything.

All say I’m the King who brought back partying

Great London Fire was a whopper

In my reign London city came a cropper

So this King did what was right and proper

Fought the fire, proved I’m more than a bopper

I’m a fire-stopper!

 

Married Catherine Braganza, she was a love so true

There would never be another, well maybe one or two

Lucy Walter, Nell Gwynn, Moll Davis, Barbara Villiers

You think that’s bad but her name’s not as silly as:

Hortense Manzini

As king I must admit I broke the wedding rules

But who cares when I brought back the crown jewels?

I reinstated Christmas, make-up, sport and even plays

I was the Merry Monarch they were Good Old Days

When said – and done – King Charles – did run – England – for fun

I was the King! Loved by everyone. My song is done.

 

Party anyone?

Lyrics written by Dave Cohen and music by Richie Webb


100!

I made it. This is officially my 100th blog post. I have managed to blog every day since mid-September, and nearly all my posts have been useful or interesting (yes? No?)

This has come at a perfect time as well, because today I need to concentrate all my efforts on finishing a lab report that I have barely started – so I thought today’s post could be a good excuse to do a bit of a round up of the last few months. And share some pretty pictures, yay!

Well, on the topic of my lab report: the most obvious milestone for me in the last few months has been starting my Psychology MSc. Since then, it has been non-stop – most of it fun, a lot of it stressful but all of it fascinating.

Unfortunately, starting my MSc has meant that I’ve had to leave some things behind, such as my beloved Horniman museum, but I still get a chance to go back and visit. And of course, there are little reminders of the Horniman all around me…

I haven’t lost all my fun though: I still sing quite frequently, and even got a couple of double bass concerts in this season (although one had to be cancelled last week due to snow). I managed to go clubbing once or twice, did a lot of cooking and baking, and had several wonderful meals out (including finally trying out Time&Space for Ben’s birthday).

I have to interrupt myself briefly, just to say that doing this round up is making me realise that I have actually been quite busy over the last few months, which is reassuring and also quite emotional. Ignore me.

I have been to visit friends, I have had friends come to stay with me, I have been to soooo many extra-curricular lectures, and had wonderful cultural days out. I even had a silly day out sledding with Ben when the snow hit.

In amongst all the shenannagins of having my brain scanned but not zapped, all the cocktails and the pottery painting, and even my first trek to IKEA via public transport, I have still managed to sit back and relax.

I have read a huge amount (by my usual standards) of books this year (so far! I aim to read a few more before 2010 is out) – 37 is the count so far, and that’s excluding all the text books and journal articles I’ve had to read for uni. I’ve dabbled with Kesey, Banks, Parker, a very special seagull, and then a whole bunch of NON-fiction (madness!) – Music from Sacks and Levitin, Language with Pinker, Neuropsych with Broks and a mammoth book on depression.

I’ve been busy, you’ve been busy – we’ve all been busy bunnies. Maybe it’s time to chill out and enjoy the holiday season? I have a wedding to go to this weekend (my eldest brother got married in August, and now it’s my other brother’s turn!), and that pretty much heralds the time for festivities. I best get this lab report out of the way, then…

Thanks for indulging me – it’s been a fun 100 posts. Here’s to many more!


Maps

No, I’m not talking about the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ song. Although that is a brilliant song. Let’s watch the video, just quickly…

OK, now where was I? MAPS.

Recently, the Londonist announced the exciting news that their series of hand-drawn London maps is to be included in an exhibition at the Museum of London in April next year. To be fair, this announcement was the first I’d even heard about their series of hand drawn maps, but having had a look, I am so, SO impressed.

This one of the entirety of zone 1 (and then some) is adorable, and very funny.

This one of Kings Cross is simple and very sweet.

This masterpiece depicting Mayfair is STUNNING.

But I think my favourite so far has to be this very original map of Brixton (and I don’t just love it because it’s my end of town). It’s very imaginative, and I love that the artist has emphasized their favourite haunts by making them into fruit on the tree.

You can have a browse of all the other entries and read more about the upcoming exhibit on the Londonist’s website.

And if this has all given you the cartography bug then guess what: they’re still looking for entries! Yes, YOU TOO could have the chance to appear in the exhibition. From the Londonist’s own website:

“That’s still a long way off, so there’s time for new submissions. If you’d like to be considered for inclusion in the exhibition (and be featured on Londonist), simply send us a doodle of your local neighbourhood, the area you work in, or some random part of town that deserves more attention. Or get really creative and draw London in the year 3000, or London based on works of fiction, or an animal’s eye view of London…or whatever your imagination can come up with.

Send all entries to hello – at – londonist.com. There’s no real deadline, but the sooner you send something in, the sooner we’ll put it up on the site.”

I hope that’s awakened the artist in you. Good luck!
 
 
 
Image credits: simplified map of London from allmaps.com.au, hand-maps from handmaps.org


Christmas: Woodland Critters

Nonono, please do not get this post confused with the horrific South Park “Woodland Critter Christmas” (hilarious though that is). This is in fact part three of my Quirky Christmas Gift Guide! Hopefully, you are all getting in to the jolly swing of Christmas: I sure I am :) I did a fair bit of shopping with Angharad yesterday, as we bumbled around South Kensington (I say bumbled, because I am most inelegant in high heels).

Fine, maybe “woodland critters” does not constitute a quirky theme. But you know what? I don’t care. I am positively loving the whole woodland creatures trend that seems to have the country by the throat at the moment. The urge to go out an blow my savings on anything with a deer or a squirrel or a fox (ESPECIALLY A FOX) on it is almost overwhelming. What is even worse is that I’ve been having a brood for the last few days, and there are some adorable little girl’s dresses in H&M, smothered in big-eyed, cute owls. Owls are top dollah.

This time, I’m going to cut the crap and go straight to Etsy. Etsy is wonderful for finding adorable, cosy, “earthy” things, and woodland critters fall into this bracket. In fact, I already had several things in mind from Etsy, so I will just go straight in there, and get it out of the way.

Some of you might be expecting the Silver Fox Stole Necklace as featured on another blog a while ago. I won’t be featuring that necklace. I think the one I found from SarahBirtJewellery is even super cuter, and would make the ideal giftset for the special fox-lover in your life. They’re made to order, so you might want to order soon if you want it in time for Christmas. Also, the set is about £66, but it is all Sterling Silver. SarahBirtJewellery also has a lovely selection of bunny-related jewellery, and some owls too. Have a browse :)

Dancing Fox FREE SHIPPING Pendant, Earrings and Ring Set

Dancing Fox earrings, ring and necklace set

Sorry, the next one is a pricey one too, but after my friend Louise directed me towards tsurubride a while back, I decided it was simply too fantastic NOT to feature. Unfortunately, it is not available in silver at the moment (the colour Louise originally showed me, for obvious reasons), but the copper is equally gorgeous. At £80, it’s no stocking filler, but maybe you could all gang together and buy me one in silver? No…?

Orwell Clutch - Copper Fox Purse

Orwell Clutch – Copper Fox Bag

I think it’s time to steer away from Etsy. I’m sure you get the idea now. And maybe I need to leave foxes alone too? I have a bit of a bias for foxes, but I realise some of you have a penchant for deer and owls. Or squirrels. OR BUNNIES :D

As I said, Angharad and I were trawling South Kensington for Christmas shopping – by South Ken, I do of course mean the museums. After peeking into the new V&A Reading Rooms (I’m hoping Angharad will blog about this later), we headed over to the V&A proper. Their gift shop is gorgeous, and full of absolutely fabulous items. However, because it is all artistic designer clobber, it is NOT cheap. What I really really do like though, are these whisks, which are only available on their online shop. They would go wonderfully with my bunny dish rack. And they’re only £8.50 for a pair!

Bunny Whisk – set of 2

Another thing I’ve had my eyes on for a long time at the V&A is their Kozydan bunny posters. These are wonderful, adapted posters of traditional Japanese designs… But with bunnies in. I found cushion versions (I have too many posters and too little wall) on the Tate online shop. You pay £39 for the privilege (why are cushions so expensive? Really?), but come on – how awesome are these?!

Kozydan Uprisings Limited Edition Cushion

After exploring all the main museum shops (and I mainly bought stuff for Ben’s nephew & niece), we popped over to Victoria station for a sit down in Costa. Whilst we were in Victoria, we decided to stop in to Paperchase, because they sell adorable kitschy wonders. How about these zany owl key toppers? Only £5 for the two.

Pop Owls Key Caps

And we were fawning over this Christmas decoration, Mr. Stag, with a pearl necklace. You can get him in white, purple or hot pink, too. He’s only £4.50. Why not get a set of four? Overkill…? Surely not…

Black Flock Stag with White Pearl Necklace

And finally, you can never have too many owls. Whilst you won’t HAVE any change by the end of the holiday season, you really need to buy the occasional treat for yourself (don’t just Christmas shop for everyone else!) – How about this adorable little coin purse? It’s only £8 from Accessorize. Go on… You can put that 2p that you found on the street in it…

Wise Owl Novelty Purse

Wise Owl Novelty Purse

 

I really, really could go on. I could harp on about the forest animals all day bloody long. But, that’d be overkill, right? And I hope this has given you the critter-bug. Now you can hunt for yourself. Have lots of fun ;)

More next week! It’s only 29 days ’til Christmas!

Again, if anyone has any more ideas for themes, feel free to suggest (or even get in touch if you want to do a guest post!) And finally: happy shopping!!


Holidays a’comin’

Tricky to be jolly at the moment. I’ve had a difficult couple of weeks, emotionally. And the weather has been dreary as. Every time I log on, eBay tells me it’s 35, 34, 33… days until Christmas, and my present stash is pitiful. I have put on weight. I have a lab report to write. It’s dark by 4pm.

It’s clear that I am having trouble feeling “Christmassy”. But then the Natural History Museum showed me the way.


Coming out of South Kensington tube station, you are met with a web of stars above your head. It was, frankly, a little magical. Nothing gaudy about NHM’s Christmas wonderland – they have strung the trees with simple white fairy lights, and obviously they have their beautiful outdoor ice rink and carousel. I stood and watched the skaters for a while, which was very calming.

So, who fancies a go? It’s open now until the 9th of January, from 10am ’til 10pm during the week, 8:45am ’til 10pm at the weekend. Adult ticket prices are £13 peak / £11.50 off-peak. So what are you waiting for?

Image credits: nope, they’re all my own.


Studying on the run

Phew. OK, my first lab report of the semester is away, out of my hands, done.

It was a tricky one to churn out: not because it was difficult to write, but because I have been rather busy. From Cambridge to Hastings, I have been running around a lot the last few weeks. But no matter – that’s what laptops are for, right?

I love my laptop. It means I can work pretty much everywhere. I have a little HP number (with a missing Alt key, but it’s still my baby). I hear stories of people’s laptops (particularly Macs) breaking down, but I have always used HP and they have never failed me (touch wood!)

I’ve been writing on the tube, in cafés, in museums, in bed. I tend to get a lot of work done “on the run” – I’m sure a lot of students do, even if it’s “just” reading. I always have a book in my bag.

Recently, I’ve adopted the bed for doing work at home, because my desk in the living room is simply too close to the kitchen, and I find myself procrastinating. So, I prop myself up with four pillows, and arm myself with a cup of tea, and get a lot done.

Outside the house, I’ve been spending quite a lot of time at the Wellcome Collection, sitting in their café/restaurant. Not only do they have free wifi, but their caterers, Peyton and Byrne, produce delicious, wholesome food. I finally tried one of their Mainly Frosting cupcakes the other day…. Yum.

But where is your favourite place to get work done? Where do you usually study? What’s the WEIRDEST place you’ve set up in to get your work done? Maybe I’m not the only one who writes lab reports in museums!

 

 

 

Image credits: I took it. ME. MY cake.


Animal Snaps

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of going to the Natural History Museum with Angharad – the reason for our visit was this year’s wonderful Veolia Environment Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit. As I mentioned in a previous post, I didn’t go to last year’s and I thoroughly regretted it. I am so very glad that I went this time around.

Obviously, I cannot post any of the gallery’s images here: that would be seriously naughty. However, you can browse some of the winning images online at the NHM’s website. Maybe it will make you want to see the images up close at the exhibit: they are wonderfully presented, and with supporting text (some from the photographer, some information about the subject matter) which really gives the images extra depth. I particularly liked the Urban Wildlife category (bunnies in Paris!) and the ptarmigan in the snow also really caught my eye.

There were several upsetting images, especially the photojournalist Mark Leong’s winning entry “It’s just an animal”: a series of images observing the international markets for illegal animal products. However difficult these images were to look at, they also illustrate a very important point. I assume I do not need to spell it out here.

Angharad and I did disagree with the judges for some of the winning images, particularly the overall winner: perhaps we are just philistines,  with no knowledge of artistic composition, but neither of us felt that the overall winner was the best of the lot. By all means, it was a great photo, but it didn’t inspire the same sense of wonder or amazement as some of the other images did. The landscape photos were particularly awe-inspiring.

So what are you waiting for? Take a look. GO AND SEE IT for real. While you’re there, take in some of the other, permanent galleries. NHM has a lot to offer, so off you trot. Tickets are only priced at Adult £9, Family £24 (up to 2 adults and up to 3 children), Child and concessions £4.50. It’s of course free to Members, Patrons and children aged 3 and under. Angharad and I took a good two hours to have a proper look at everything, so it’s like going to the flippin’ cinema. Then you can do the inevitable and browse the gift shop: your favourite images, on a puzzle etc. I bought three postcards – a very reasonable 50p each. If you want, you can go the whole hog and get one printed on canvas, a metre across. Now, that’d make a lovely piece of artwork in your home.

It won’t be around forever: 22 October 2010 – 11 March 2011. So what are you waiting for?

Image credits: get knotted! I took that myself!


Packed Lunch: Brains

OK, I don’t eat brains for lunch: rather, I spent my lunch time, with Rebecca, at the Wellcome Collection yesterday, being talked to about brains.

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The speaker was Dr Joe Devlin, a neuroscientist from UCL (just down the road from the Wellcome Collection), and he had come to talk about transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) – I knew a couple of things about TMS from the BNS conference a couple of weeks ago, but didn’t really know how it worked. Originally, I had written off going to this talk at all (we have lectures on a Wednesday) but thanks to the tube strike, lectures were cancelled!! I have to say a big thank you to the tube strikers for that – I was still able to easily get to Euston due to London’s other fabulous transport connection, the overground.

As we walked into the Forum on the 1st floor, Rebecca and I were delighted to see a faux-picnic set up: the small stage was covered in fake grass, and there were a couple of picnic baskets filled with apples, which we helped ourselves to. We sat ourselves right in the front row, and had our lunch.

Soon, the speaker and host filed in, sat down, and introduced themselves. If someone could remind me of the host’s name, I’d be very grateful… Anyway, we were told the talk was being recorded for their podcast, so the structure (for the first half hour) would be fairly formal.

In the talk, Devlin told us what TMS was, how it works, and what it can be used for. In brief: TMS involves passing a huge (about 2 tesla) electric current through a copper coil (insulated!) which, through electromagnetic induction, generates an electric current and subsequent magnetic field. When the coil is held next to the head, this magnetic field causes brain “interference” by stimulating neurons in the immediate area of contact. TMS is kept to short pulses (within milliseconds).

My physics is not fantastic, so I didn’t completely understand the “how” of TMS, but I did understand the “why” as it were: by creating interference in certain brain regions, and then observing the effects this has on subjects’ ability to complete certain tasks, we can begin to pinpoint what involvement that brain region has in certain brain functions. Devlin’s research has been followed the effect of TMS on our processing of spoken language: by using TMS whilst people listened to different words (and deciding whether they were real or made-up words), Devlin has been able to explore the effect of visualising on our ability to analyse speech. Yes, visualising: when we learn to read, we learn to imagine how words are spelled when we hear them spoken.

This brought up interesting questions during the Q&A session – is TMS dangerous? Can it be used therapeutically? Does it have any similarities with ECT? And my questions: has Devlin tried this TMS test on 1) illiterate subjects or 2) synaesthetes (who have very strong cross-modal connections), and finally 3) is he looking for eager subjects?

That’s right. I would love to experience TMS. I would also love to be in an fMRI scanner, and have EEG and MEG. So, if you are a neuroscientist or neuropsychologist and you want me, I’m your gal.

The talk really was good fun – I learnt something (well, many things) new, in a really lovely environment, with charismatic and amusing speakers. Plus, the rest of the audience was lovely – very knowledgeable, and chatty after the talk was over (I chatted to one lady about her experiences of ECT). I gave Devlin my details – hopefully I’ll get to experience TMS soon.

Rebecca and I had a brief look around the Wellcome Collection, especially their fantastic book shop – we will be back soon to explore the Collection in more detail.

The Wellcome Collection is just across the road from Euston station. It is completely free, and is open most days (notably not Mondays). They have a nice later opening day on Thursday – 10am-10pm! They also have a lovely looking café – we’ll be trying that next time we’re there.

Image credits: Packed Lunch banner from Wellcome Collection website, the others are my own.


Friday slump

Sorry chaps – a bit of a slow news day today. Maybe it’s because I haven’t actually done much for the past two days except studying and house work (and teasing the rats).

So, maybe I should share with you interesting things I’m looking forward to in the next few months? Would that be dull? Too bad, that’s what I’m doing.

OK, first things first: today is Ben’s birthday! Hurray :) Happy birthday, Mr. Fox.

 

Hurrah :) I love this man.

I’m not going to tell you what I have planned for his birthday, because that will ruin tomorrow’s blog post. Needless to say, it involves the Royal Institution.

Next up comes Halloween. I’m not hugely in to Halloween, but when I was invited by Vin (with the big house) to a Murder Mystery party, how on earth could I say no? Again, I won’t divulge too much, because that will probably be Sunday’s post… Ahha.

Ongoing are the weekly ICN seminars – these are every Monday at UCL’s ICN building, Queen Square (nearest tube: Russell Square). They’re free and open to the public (a great incentive for Miserly Student) and, whilst quite heavy going, they are incredibly diverse and interesting.

I plan next week to go to the Natural History Museum’s wildlife photographer of the year exhibition with Angharad next Thursday – I didn’t go to last years, but I did browse the winning images online. I regret not going. So, I don’t intend to feel the same regret again. It’s on from 22 October 2010 – 11 March 2011, 10.00 – 17.50 daily, and tickets are: Adult £9, Family £24 (up to 2 adults and up to 3 children), child and concessions £4.50. It is of course free to Members, Patrons and children aged 3 and under.

Very, very importantly: the EAC’s Cambridge concert!! Last week I blogged about our successful Dorking concert, but we’re taking the same programme to St John’s College, Cambridge. The important differences: we will have a full orchestra rather than simply organ, and there are going to be some incredibly important people in the audience. Fingers crossed, but this is going to be a very important concert for us. Fancy coming? PLEASE do. You won’t regret it, I swear.

I do have other concerts coming up, but they are in Sussex, with my double bass :) I haven’t played poor old bassey for a while, so it will be really lovely to playing again. The concerts I’m playing at are all around the south coast.

Somewhere in there, I plan to make my way to the Wellcome collection for a day out, to the Freud museum, and a trip back to the Science Museum to see their temporary exhibition all about psychoanalysis. As far as the Wellcome Collection is concerned, I have been browsing through their events calender, and whilst I want to see EVERYTHING, I have had to concede defeat and admit that isn’t possible. However, I will be taking in some of the events, including Describing the Drug Experience (yes, I already have a ticket). Another talk I have already booked for is The Brain of the Future, a BPS hosted lecture given by Baroness Susan Greenfield on 8th November. I imagine tickets for this are already sold out, but if you’re interested, it’s always worth inquiring!

Which brings us hurtling into December. December is going to be busy. It’s busy enough with the whole Christmas thing, but then it’s also my Mum’s big 6-0 and the younger of my two brothers is getting married. Eek. Where did 2010 go?


Shh, it’s a library…

I have had a LOVELY LOVELY weekend :) My friend Becky (from secondary school, who I haven’t seen for 2 or three YEARS) came over to stay!

She arrived yesterday, mid-morning, and I went to meet her at Paddington. Then, as she had some luggage, we went straight back to my flat to drop things off and have a cup of tea (VERY important). After a brief sit, we headed out towards Covent Garden. Yes, I was taking her to Belgo! I intend to take everyone I know to Belgo. I wish that Belgo would sponsor me or something, because I’m bringing rather a lot of business their way, but c’est la vie.

I decided not to go for their Express Lunch menu this time (as they wouldn’t let me substitute the Cristal for a kriek last time) and instead I had a pot of moules mariniere (just mussels in a simple stew with celery, white wine, cream, garlic and onion) and of course that bottle of kriek! Becky went for a beautiful salmon fillet, served with leek and potato mash and a mustard cream sauce. We both didn’t QUITE finish out meals, meaning we were wonderfully stuffed.

Next, we decided to head out into Covent Garden for a bit of a mooch around. Becky had her eyes on the Cath Kidston shop, so we oogled some expensive but pretty homewares. Needless to say, we left empty handed and covetous.

But more affordable (and imho even MORE lovely) was the Covent Garden Tea House.

Do NOT get this confused with the Tea Palace in the main Covent Garden arcade – the Tea House is far cuter, far quirkier and all in all a far more satisfying shop to be in. You can smell the different teas. They sell kitchen ware (mainly teapots, strangely enough…) and they do some absolutely gorgeous blends.

I picked out some Blackcurrant tea (a safe classic) and Moroccan Orange tea, which was (obviously) with orange, and with rose petals. Both of them are absolutely divine (yes, I have already tried them both…), but the Moroccan came out tops – it is a lovely deep purple colour, and the smell and taste are wonderful. I might have some in a bit, actually…

All teas sold at the Tea House are loose leaf, and sold (very reasonably) by weight. They have a huge selection, so definitely worth a nose about.

After a few more shops (and a look around at street theatre - unavoidable at Covent Garden) we finally decided to take in some culture. I thought Becky would enjoy the British Library, as she works in publishing, so we headed up to Kings Cross.

Unfortunately… We had dawdled an awful lot in Covent Garden, and for some reason, the British Library closes at 5pm. I thought it would be at least 6pm. So, we had to head home instead.

We decided to pass the evening with red wine and (after Becky had perused my small DVD library) The Prophecy, a film with Christopher Walken playing a mean angel Gabriel. It is awesome. “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN JESUS!” I still have yet to watch the other two parts of the trilogy…

Pretty tired, we watched a bit of BBC comedy, then turned in for the night.

Morning soon came, as did my bacon sarnies :) So pleased I could brighten Becky’s day with these, as she said it’d been a long time since she’d had one. Bacon sarnies are fab. As I pointed out to Ben though, I hope not all of our house guests get fed fry-up type food and then go away, assuming that we eat like that all the time… Usually, we subsist off stir fries and soup (and chocolate. Shh.)

Becky’s train home was not until late afternoon. So what to do? Why, give the British Library another shot, of course!!

Haha. Funny story. We got there before it even opened this time.

But there was a Starbucks in direct line-of-sight of the Library. Problem solved.

One cappuccino and a white mocha later (the mocha was mine: it was insanely sweet), and we were in the Library. FINALLY. We had a really good look around the Sir John Ritblat Gallery, which holds such treasures as various incarnations of Alice In Wonderland (including one version in Short Hand, and one version sponsored by Guinness (yes, the beer), what the hell?), some original sketchbooks from Mozart, an enormous folio of “Birds of America” (the illustrations are LIFE SIZE and the paper used was called “double Elephant” size), Captain Scott (of the Antarctics)’s diary and various gorgeous illuminated religious texts (various religions). This gallery also holds some audio players, some with music, playing the scores they have on display, and some with extracts of books, being read. I listened to James Joyce reading a bit of Finnegan’s Wake (completely incomprehensible) and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland being read by… Alan Bennett. Who the hell thought that one up?!

Unfortunately, the PACCAR gallery is “between” exhibits at the moment – Magnificent Maps left last month, and Evolving English is not set to open until mid-November. So, the next obvious stop was the gift shop… I’ll let you figure that one out for yourselves.

We still had plenty of time before Becky’s train was scheduled to go, so we decided to pick an exhibit at the V&A, then head home. We went to see the Cast Courts, but did get a little distracted by the V&A’s immense shiny-ness.

After a brief V&A stop (we felt humbled by the Trajan Column – I think everyone should gaze up at that in amazement), we decided to head back to the flat for some lunch – I’m sorry, benugo, your food is good, but £5 is too much for ANY sandwich. So, I made us a nice prawn stir fry, courtesy of Sainsburys :)

All too soon, it was time to take Becky back to Paddington :( I had such a wonderful time catching up with her, and reminiscing, and marvelling at how much has changed since we left school, and how much growing we’re doing…

So, to all of you who had That Really Awesome Friend at school, who you sort-of keep in contact with now, but haven’t seen if FAR too long: get together. Chat. It’s brilliant. After all, as Baz Luhrmann so wisely told us:

“Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.”


No Pain, No Gain

I went back to South Kensington again yesterday. After my trip to the Science Museum, I came back home, pottered around for a bit, and then went to the Science Museum’s Dana Centre.

I’ll be honest: I didn’t know much about Dana before I went there tonight. But the event, No Pain, No Gain, popped up on my twitter feed a couple of nights ago, and I thought, “Why not?” It looked interesting – pain is something we all experience, and with three different speakers, we were bound to be in for some fun.

The Dana Centre is very cute – not what I expected at all. What I expected was a lecture theatre or hall or stage or something more formal. Instead, there was d. cafe and a load of chairs, with some temporary staging for the speakers to sit on. It was very relaxed and informal, with people supping glasses of wine and positively taunting me with their chips (I resisted getting some – go me).

There was quite  a mixed bag in terms of audience members: some were obvious students (with varying degrees of eagerness), some were just Londonites looking for an alternative evening out. Some (as it transpired in the Q&A session following the talk) were even trained professionals: notably, there was a psychiatrist and a psychotherapist sitting across from me.

All in all, there was a really good atmosphere prior to the talk, so I settled down and prepared myself.

Promptly at 7pm, the speakers arrived on stage.

First, the facilitator Andrew Rice (Professor of Pain Research, Imperial College London) gave us a general introduction, with a brief overview of why people are interested in studying pain. There are obviously many different types of pain – acute, chronic, and then the weirder kinds like Phantom Limb pain and pain which causes pleasure (either inflicting or receiving it).

That over, he introduced the first speaker, Julie Keeble of King’s College London. She seemed to be full of nervous energy, which was quite exciting. What was more exciting was that she talked about her current research and clinical trials on TRPV1 blockers (TRPV1 is basically a protein channel that responds to noxious heat signals – in other words, when it gets activated and you feel a burning sensation!) She briefly summed up current drug treatments for pain, with the respective pros and cons. She drew attention to chronic pain problems, such as rheumatoid arthritis, and how the current drug treatments for this are not ideal. But if you can block the pain signals in the first place… A tricky balance: you don’t want to block ALL pain signals, otherwise you won’t realise when your cup of tea is too hot, and end up burning your throat. Hence the ongoing research. It sounds promising, and I hope to hear more soon.

Next up was another Imperial bod, Praveen Anand of the Imperial College London Pain Centre. His slides had far more neurosci jargon, and I think he may have tried to cover more bases than he had time allotted to him… But it was fascinating none the less. He brought to light some interesting factlets, like the multiple uses for some common SSRIs – not only do they treat depression, but they have some effectiveness in treating diabetic foot pain. Who knew? Well, he did, obviously… And, chillis activate the same nerve channels as heat signals. Whilst chillis don’t actual change the physical temperature of your mouth, they do provoke the same nerve patterns! The same is true for mint –> cold.

He briefly discussed congenital insensitivity to pain and erythromelalgia, but unhelpfully the facilitator and some of the “backstage crew” interrupted him a couple of times to ask him to wrap it up, which did distract me a little bit. I know why they were doing it, but it was a bit frustrating.

Finally, we had the lovely Katja Wiech from the University of Oxford. She was great fun: I have to be honest, I think she was my favourite speaker, but I may be slightly biased as she was the one talking about the psychology of pain. She looked at the subjectivity of painful experiences, and what a sense of control can do to our tolerance of pain. She has conducted fMRI studies of religious versus atheist subjects, and found significant differences between the distress experienced in either group when in pain. The data suggests that by “passing control” over the God, the religious participants where less distressed by pain than their atheist counterparts. Different areas in the brain are active whilst the participant is in control (or has given over control to someone they trust) than when they feel out of control of their pain. Weird.

After we’d done our clapping, there was then a half hour Q&A. Topics covered included the activity of synthetic drugs (and why more “messy” drugs like naturally derived opiates, cannabinoids etc. are more favourable), the gender divide on pain experience, brain plasticity and age, and… guess what…

I asked a question.

“Right at the beginning of the evening, you mentioned masochism but none of the speakers touched upon the subject at all. I was wondering if any of you had any insights into this phenomenon.”

And they did. It was wonderful, and they spent a fair amount of time discussing it. Apparently, it’s quite a hot topic at the moment, so I may have to do further reading, but research has shown that certain levels of pain do actually make pleasure centres in the brain fire – it’s not purely psychological, but may have basis in biology. A possible dissertation topic, perhaps?

A thoroughly good evening, and I’m sure I will go again. I even suggested possible future themes on my feedback form.

The Dana Centre is on Queen’s Gate, a stones throw from NHM and SciMus, in South Kensington. Most events are free, but you do need to book tickets in advance. There’s a handful of space-related talks coming up – not really my forté but I’m sure they’ll be bang on, if the talk I went to is anything to go by.

Oh, and who knew that NHM goes green during the night?


Who Am I?

Don’t worry folks: I’m not having an identity crisis. I’ve just come back from the Science Museum!

I think nearly everyone I know has been to the Science Museum. Most likely, like me, you were taken by your parents when you were hyperactive and young, and they set you loose on the dozens of interactive activities dotted around the building. Hopefully, whilst you were jabbing at buttons, some science crept into your head, and you got the learning bug. I most certainly did.

Science is about curiosity. How does it work? Why is it like that? What happens if…?

I’ve always been interested in people – maybe it’s because, growing up as a bit of a geek and a loner, I could observe their strangeness from the outside. People do some bizarre things. So what is it that makes people what they are? Well the “Who Am I?” exhibit endeavours to explore that.


The six basic human emotions: anger, fear, disgust, surprise, happiness and sadness. Which is which?

In line with the Science Museum’s tradition, there are plenty of interactive activities on offer. But don’t despair, adults – I enjoyed these too! Even if the “emotion provoking” activity freaked me out a bit – but then that was the aim!

Fat mouse!

This permanent exhibit touches on aspects of human nature from emotion, memory, gender, feeding behaviours, and even the origin of our species. What is it that sets us apart from all other animals? What exactly IS consciousness anyway? Tricky questions, and as with a lot of museum exhibits, they are not satisfactorily answered. I suppose it is up to the visitor to decide to pursue curious topics in greater detail…

A reconstruction of what our European ancestors may have looked like, based on Romanian bone fragments, 35,000 years old. I found this face strangely mesmerising.

For me, the above photo is one of the most interesting: it is a reconstruction of the brain of one of the most famous memory patients in the world. The patient is question was known as HM (now that he has sadly passed away, his real name, Henry Molaison, can be revealed). HM suffered from severe epilepsy, resulting in many seizures every single day. In 1953, he was referred for treatment, and the source of his epilepsy was narrowed down to his right and left medial temporal lobes (MTLs, shown in green in the photo above). He agreed to have surgery to have parts of these removed (on both sides) in the hope that it would help to control the severity of his debilitating seizures.

The surgery was a mixed blessing: it did bring his epilepsy under control, but it also left him with severe anterograde amnesia. His working memory and procedural memory were still ok: he was still intelligent, charismatic and often witty (just listen to some of the interview recordings of him chatting to psychologists & neuroscientists) but he was unable to form new long term memories. Despite working with neuroscientist Suzanne Corkin for 30 years, every time they met for an interview was, for all intents and purposes, the first time HM had ever met her.

HM was determined to help scientists as best as he could to understand his amnesia so that it might help others. When he died in 2008, he left his brain to science, to be examined for further investigation. A hugely interesting and kind hearted, selfless man, despite his cruel fate.

An early model of MRI cap. Looks like an awesome sci-fi costume.

A Micro TMS cap (deactivates neurons temporarily, making you sleeeeeep) and an EEG cap (electroencephalograph)

 

Anyway, the long and short of it is: “Who Am I?” is thought provoking, fun, and curious. Some things you will already know about, but may have never seen before. Some things will be entirely new. Hopefully, you will want to know ever more. Congratulations to the Science Museum for having such a wonderful exhibit devoted to us humans, and particularly the strong focus on mind and consciousness: a psychological and neuroscientific focus within the museum has, until now, been sorely underrespresented.

The Science Museum is in South Kensington, and is open every day of the week (10-6). Entry is free to most of the museum, including “Who Am I?”. Go on. Be curious.


Belgian food and surgical tools

Yesterday? Dull. Today? TOTAL WIN.

Apart from a slow start (Ben ordered some new tyres for the Capri, so I had to wait in to receive them), I was set to have a day of fun. My friend Sarah was coming to town! This is never a bad thing.

So, tyres were set to arrive any time between 8am-6pm (TYPICAL), but I decided to phone them up and try to get an ETA. They said between 12-1pm. They came at just after 11am :)

Checking out Sarah’s location, I found her waiting at Starbucks in Waterloo with Angharad (of Edible Glitter fame). We had a brief chat (and gave Sarah a chance to finish her tea), Angharad gave me incense and tea from India, and then we set off to find lunch (it was 12:30 at this point – high time for sustenance).

We umed and ahed for a while, then, inspired by my recent guest post, we decided we’d try out Belgo’s lunch menu, at their Covent Garden branch. With the aid of Google Maps (I love my phone!) we walked up their from Leicester Square tube station.

We headed inside, but it was surprisingly busy for a weekday lunch! After a while, we were guided downstairs to the underground restaurant, and seated at our table. The rumours we true: the waiters are Trapiste Monks (ok, not real ones, but still: mighty cool). I didn’t get a photo of it, but they also had a CAGE OF BEER. You have to see it to believe it.

We chose “light” lunches from their express lunch menu (one main meal plus Cristal beer/house wine/soft drink, £7.95 a head). Angharad was taking it easy with a goat’s cheese salad and a water, Sarah went for the beef carbonnade and a coke, and I chose the spit roast chicken with chilli and ginger sauce, and I had a Cristal (they wouldn’t let me substitute it for a kriek, and I even offered to pay more!!).

We made a valiant effort – Angharad was pleasantly surprised by her salad (that goat’s cheese looks delicious), Sarah used her beef carbonnade as a dipping sauce for chips, and I ate nearly all of my chicken. Oh, and I stole a crayon from a child for St Mary Crayon.

Next, we gathered ourselves and headed towards the Royal College of Surgeons. Deciding it wasn’t far to walk, I consulted my trusty phone-map again, and guided us in that general direction… Unfortunately, as we’re set for an entire weekend of rain, we did get rather wet.

Eventually, we did find ourselves at the RCS. Entering in the rather austere and beautiful main door, I tried my best to look like I was meant to be there, and asked at the front desk for the Hunterian Museum. The nice fellow handed us three visitors’ badges and directed us through the gate.

Well, there he is! John Hunter: collector of anatomical freaks. Recently, the Hunterian was featured on Channel 4′s series “Genius of Britain“, and Lord Professor Robert Winston specifically drew our attention to the 7’7” “Irish Giant” skeleton, which Hunter bought £130.

But this is not all there is the the museum. In a relatively small space, the Hunterian is crammed full of  general guides to anatomy (the Evelyn tables were our favourites), anatomical anomalies (such as the Irish Giant), remains ravaged by diseases (bones pocked and worn by syphilis, a skull swollen by hydrocephalus) and plenty of things in formaldehyde. There was also a huge collection of surgical tools (old and new) and videos of various surgeries (some which I was engrossed by, some which I was grossed out by).

Unfortunately, no photography allowed beyond this point (in accordance with the Human Tissues Act), but you know what you could do? You could go there yourself.

The Hunterian Museum is located on the first floor of the RCS (entrance via Lincoln’s Inn Fields). The nearest tube stations are Holborn and Chancery Lane. They are open Tuesday – Saturday, 10am – 5pm. They do a guided tour every Wednesday at 1pm. And what’s more: it’s completely free!


Culture, please!

I was rudely awoken by Ben yesterday morning – he and his dad had gotten up at 5am in Suffolk in order to drive the big Capri down to London, and he phoned me from Kennington at 7:30am to see how I was. Mostly I was “rssnfrss?” as I was a bit groggy from the previous night, but I was happy to hear he had gotten into London ok. I decided to get up and do some housework, whilst I waited for the text from my friend Louise to say she had gotten out of her interview. At about 11am that text came, so I estimated about an hour to get to the V&A. It actually only took me half an hour! What a joy to know I am only half an hour away from the city’s biggest museums.

Louise was not so lucky – she got a bit lost in north London, and only tripped into the V&A around 12:30-1pm. But that was fine, as I had a book, a camera and a homing instinct for tea.

Strangely, the first thing that met me as I entered the V&A via their tunnel entrance was a variety of plants. Underground. Odd.

I have never had a proper look around the V&A before – only a brief amble around the ground floor sculpture gallery, and a visit to their fine gift shop (to get my super fantastic rabbit dish rack). So after a brief refuel (in the form of tea and a bit of Steven Pinker) I decided to have a gentle amble around the rest of the museum’s ground floor. The V&A café is in itself a glorious piece of design: with two main sections, one which is romantically decorated, with a grand piano (being played by Harry Nowakowski-Fox, whilst I was there) and another which is modernly minimalistic, and a bit quieter. Like the Natural History Museum, the V&A’s café and restaurant is run by benugo and therefore I knew to expect slightly pricey but good quality food.

After a brief amble, Louise gave me a ring to try and find me, so we regrouped back in the café. As it was around 1pm at this point, we decided it was time for a spot of lunch. We chose to go for a light sandwich-based lunch, with Louise trying out a baguette with chicken, grilled courgette and pesto (I believe – correct me if I’m wrong!) whilst I went for salami, rocket and gherkin in mine. I also had a side salad of grated carrot in a sesame dressing, and new potatoes in pesto sauce.

Then, we decided to “attack” the museum properly. We headed straight up to the third floor to have a goosey at the metal ware.

There are some really curious items from history – above for example is one of the original sporks! I think it’s quite clear how it’s supposed to work. We also saw a “spoon warmer” for gravy spoons (now an obsolete piece of tableware – a shame) and a metal cabinet labelled “metal for men”:

Now, why is that tankard just for men? It looks like it would hold a good two pints of tea or chocolate milk. Thank you to Louise, my skilled hand model.

I like lions.

From here, we ambled quite aimlessly – the V&A is enormous, and we very swiftly got lost. Not a problem though: there is a massive variety of things on display, and all of it interesting (whether in a “wow!” sort of way, or just to raise an eyebrow).

We found our way into the costumes department, and marvelled at how skinny Adam Ant was in the Prince Charming days. We also had a play in the dress-up bit of this gallery, but unfortunately my camera died at this point, and it was simply too dark for my phone camera. A shame: Louise looked awesome in the magician’s robe!

Next, we found ourselves in a gallery overlooking the Cast Courts. What met us there was breathtaking: there, in two pieces, INDOORS, stands a cast of the magnificent Trajan’s Column.

It is hard to communicate via a blog how impressive this was. The Cast Courts are quite eerie to be in, even more so when you manage to find your way down onto their floor (we went downstairs, and then they simply disappeared. We had to ask for directions. Doh.)

Doors, sculptures, columns, staircases… All in one giant room.

Not the sort of thing you usually expect to see indoors.

We were starting to flag at around 3:30, so we decided to call it a day. But we had seen a lot, revelled in the glory of human creation, and generally felt quite cultured. We only scratched the surface, but as the V&A (like most London museums) is free, we can always go back again and see more. And again. One thing I didn’t managed to get a shot of was the adorable Beatrix Potter original sketches of Peter Rabbit. Nawww :)

If you have never been to the V&A before, then I thoroughly recommend you get yourself down there – there genuinely is something for everyone, whether your interest be textiles, architecture, traditional artwork, jewellery… They have enormous collections from a variety of cultures and eras, and also have temporary (ticketed) exhibits. And of course, very importantly, their gift shop and café are both ace ;)


Enthusiasm, exploration, discussion

I am of the opinion that anyone can be good at science – all you need is the three abovementioned tools. I think the main problem is that a lot of people are scared of science – it’s riddled with esoteric language, big words and jargon. But it needn’t be this way! With “science celebrities” like Robert Winston, Brian Cox, et al, science is becoming very accessible. I had a colleague accuse this practice as “dumbing down” science, but I strongly disagree: it is making science approachable for non-scientists (including children), hopefully encouraging further enquiry. If you enjoy and understand something scientific, you are more likely to Google the subject later, or maybe even (god forbid!) read a book around the subject.

Even better than passive television viewing? Why, hands on events of course. I went to one yesterday: Science Uncovered at the Natural History Museum

This was an extremely popular event. I arrived shortly after the event had started (it was running from 4-10pm) and it was already extremely busy. By the time I left, people were queueing around the block to get into the museum.

There were “stalls” set up all around the museum, mainly within the central hall but also some in the Darwin Centre and around the hallways. Each stall was dedicated to a different branch of science (botany, entomology, palaeontology, etc.) and had scientists on hand talking about various artefacts and answering a myriad of questions.

I am always fascinated by insects – they are so glitteringly beautiful, like little jewels. And some of them are absolutely huge! Unfortunately, the entomology stall was simply too busy for me to chat to one of the scientists, so I moved on to zoology next door.

Here, I spoke to a lady scientist about threatened species, and she happily described to me what we could learn about musculature by just looking at skeletal structure. Above is a photo of two Barbary lion skulls (extinct sub-species of lion specifically from North-west Africa), found in the Tower of London, oddly enough!! And then on the right is a skull from a Yangtze River dolphin – some of you may know that these have been declared officially extinct very recently, which is quite a sobering thought. This skull is the museum’s only specimen in their entire collection, and one of only about four in museum collections worldwide.

I had a lovely chat with a chap at a botany stand, who enlightened me about different types of seaweed and the massive variety of British fungi. I now feel like learning how to identify mushrooms is not as tricky as I thought it might be. Maybe one day I’ll suck up the courage to go foraging? If you too are interesting in foraging for mushrooms and live in the London area, you should check out the London Fungi group.

Next, I had a chat with a gent about corals. I don’t “get” corals. I mean… are they plants? Are they mineral formations? No, they’re animals. The rocky formations are skeletal structures, and the colourful flower-like structures are like anemones, and all of the identical “mouths” on each structure are genetically identical to each other! Also, they have symbiotic algae buddies living in them. Who would’ve thought it?

Finally, I went to see another bug-man (coo coo kachoo). They had plenty of locusts, cicadas, stick insects etc. on show. But most of all, I faced one of my “fears”….

I held a goddamn cockroach!! Win. Actually very cute, in a weird, buggy sort of way. Rather than the scuttling, creepy kind of cockroach that I was expecting (and the type I hate), I got a slow moving, flightless boy, with pretty spots on his head. Not sure what breed he was, but he was nice.

At about 6pm, they were just setting up the various bars around the museum, but unfortunately, I had to take my leave at this point. You see, Ben (as I mentioned yesterday) was going up to Suffolk to get the big Capri, and I had arranged to meet him at Liverpool Street for a very quick bite to eat. After we wolfed down our bacon double cheese burgers (yes, Burger King), he ran for his train and I made my way towards the Royal Institution.

I got there at about 7:30pm, and found my college mate Rebecca waiting for me – she was super eager and had arrived a good 10-15 minutes before me! We meandered down to Albemarle Street, and got ourselves seated in the lecture theatre. I could tell Rebecca was excited – she kept looking at the clock and asking why they hadn’t started yet.

Bring on Professor Simon Baron-Cohen (yes, cousin of Borat), to talk about empathy. He covered various conditions that result in loss of empathy, including three types on personality disorder (Borderline, Psychopathic and Narcissistic) as well as looking into Asperger Syndrome (a form of autism). Whilst he did give some basic facts about the personality disorders, his main focus was on autism (understandable, as this is where he does the majority of his research). He discussed the autistic difficulty with emotion recognition, problems with differing perspectives, and so forth. However, he also discussed the possibility of improving emotion processing through practice (he specifically mentioned two interactive DVDs, Mind Reading and the Transporters) – showing data from his research, he illustrated a significant rise in the ability to recognise emotions for children with autism, within as little 4 weeks. However, he did not show whether or not the improvements were permanent – do children need to continue practising, using the DVD, ad infinitum, or do they “learn the knack”? I wanted to ask this question during the short Q&A session at the end of his hour-long lecture (the first time I have ever attempted to ask a question at the Ri!) but we ran out of time. Shame :( Still, a fascinating talk.

After the talk, Rebecca and I decided to have a “quick cocktail” at the Space&Time bar – this swiftly turned into two cocktails, whitebait, and chatting to strangers. Rebecca had two gin Martinis (her weapon of choice), whereas I experimented with their cocktail menu – I started with a Rude Cosmopolitan (Ocho tequila, Cointreau, lime and cranberry juice) but later went back to previous favourite, the pink Mojito (Bacardi, lime, sugar, mint, and raspberry purée). A fun and chatty Irish lady came back to the bar once or twice to chat to us (we didn’t follow most of it, but she was friendly and enthusiastic…) and even let us try her red wine (a Malbec? Not sure). As I mentioned, we tried the whitebait, but I thought the little fishes themselves were a bit too flaky for the thick tartar sauce, and mine kept falling apart. Rebecca was obviously either a wizard or had “the knack” as none of hers fell to bits.

Then, we got chatting to two gents – we sat around a table, and discussed audio perception. When the inquisitive engineer (Danilo, of Imperial college) started asking us how he might design an experiment like the Yarbus test (saccadic exploration of images) but for tracking selective listening, we knew we were out of our depth: tracking eye movement is fairly straight-forward, as you watch how the eyes physically move. But tacking selective listening? We don’t flap our ears around: we just attend to one message over the other (whether consciously or unconsciously, as illustrated by different forms of the dichotic listening test). So this selective hearing could be a purely cognitive process, not physical as with looking. So how do we measure it?

Hah. Tricky. We tried to talk around the subject, but it was tricky, as these were two incredibly intelligent men. They were fascinating to chat too – as well as Danilo the engineer, there was Henry (of MIT!) who was originally a physicist, but now also dabbles in Tai Chi and massage.

We chatted away until gone 11:30, before we realised the time and said our goodbyes. I got home around midnight, had a Horlicks and promptly fell asleep in my armchair in front of QI.

Any ideas on the aural perception front? Let me know!

(P.S. I did go out to the V&A with Louise today, but I am now thoroughly knackered. I will write about that tomorrow! :)


The art of scientific enquiry

Natural History Museum

Another busy day yesterday! My friend from my degree course, Lavinia (referred to from henceforth as Vin) came down to London to have a lovely, cultured day with me at the Natural History Museum. I could not believe that she had never visited this particular museum before – I have been going since before I was born.

She felt a little bit guilty when I told her how often I came to NHM – was I not going to be bored coming again? But no – anyone who has ever been there can confirm, you can never see enough of it. The building itself is a whole day out – it is stunning to look at, the scale of it, the “gargoyles”, everything.

One thing was certain: she wanted to see the dinosaurs. Now, I’m not particularly fussed by dinosaurs, but seeing dino skeletons in full size is something else. I particularly like Iguanadon’s hands.

After having a really good look around, we made the obligatory stop by the dino gift shop! And played with all the cuddly toys… heh.

But I did bite the bullet, and finally bought… Dino cookie cutters!!

Triceratops skeleton.

By now, it was about 12:30, and I was starting to get peckish. But Vin is on some mad liquid diet at the moment (she does not need to be – she is gorgeous) so she was steering clear of a big lunch. However, I knew from experience that the NHM’s restaurant is wonderful – it is big and clean and well decorated. It is run by Benugo and therefore a bit pricey, but good quality. Vin did decide to take on a small portion of solids in the form of a chicken Caesar salad and a bottle of water, whilst I went for their Cumberland sausages and garlic mash, watered down with St Helier’s pear cider.

There were three sausages, but despite this, the meal was not very filling – delicious, but as I have felt before, too small. The mash was very smooth, and the gravy flavoursome, but the sausages were mediocre. There were no greens, so it felt a bit unbalanced.

Vin decided to not even finish her modest meal, so of course I needed to try it – the croutons were gorgeous (large, and “rusticly” cut), the salad itself crisp and a good size, the chicken well cooked and not dry, and the dressing was lovely and salty (made with anchovies). It also had parmesan shavings, which topped it off nicely. A much more satisfying dish: better balanced, and not disappointing, considering what you expect from a chicken salad.

 Fruit bat, one of the bats on display.

Onwards we went, to see the animals. We decided to stay mostly in the Green and Blue zones of the museum, as both of us are more into animals than minerals. So we perused the birds (we both share an unusual love of vultures!), then I introduced Vin to the famous blue whale. Vin did not agree with me that the polar bear looked cuddly. Pangolin was one of the coolest animals all day, in my opinion.

From here, we had another pit stop, at the museum’s cafe. Vin had some more water (tsk) whilst I went for a soft drink and a slab of chocolate fudge cake (I wasn’t doing it deliberately, to taunt her, honestly).

Last point of business: The Darwin Centre. It’s been there about a year now, and I’ve only visited it once. It’s a fantastic, modern “cocoon” building, which introduces the layman to scientific enquiry, methods of categorisation and basic qualitative research methods. There are masses of interactive technologies to play with, from the Nature Plus system, to “drag and drop” style touch screen projections. There is also an Attenborough Studio (showings through the day of fascinating nature videos and live talks by scientists), the Spirit Collection (hurrah! Things in jars!) and the Centre for UK Biodiversity. There is far to much to see in just one day. I could go back tomorrow and fill an entire visit with completely different things.

We browsed the main gift shop for a bit, and then the museum was set to close, so we sat down on the benches outside for a while, chatted, and people-watched. A day well spent.

If you’re thinking about visiting the Natural History Museum yourself, why not go to their Science Uncovered event? This is set to be a huge after hours event, with talks, behind the scenes, tours and bars involved. I won’t be there the entire evening, unfortunately, because I intend to go to a talk at the Royal Institution on the same night. But I do intend to go to some of it, so maybe I’ll see you there ;)


Loss is nothing else but change…

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…and change is Nature’s delight.

Thanks to Marcus Aurelius for putting it so succinctly.

Why so reflective? Well, today was my last official day as a staff member at the Horniman Museum (voluntary or otherwise – my duties have been varied!)
I first started at the museum back in June 2009, totalling my time there at a year and three months. I started out as a frightened volunteer, answering questions and guiding people around the museum. I learnt a lot about bees, and defended the fox in the Nature Base from over-enthusiastic children.

The Horniman’s distinctive clocktower

I quickly made myself known to various staff members – mainly the Learning teams and the Visitor Assistants.  I soon found my duties expanding, as I volunteered my services around to different departments. I was at a Cafe Scientifique balloon debate, a family Play Day, I received Disabilities & Diversity training…

Natural History Gallery

The Natural History Gallery, with the famous walrus

My eagerness to help “behind the scenes” got me a short stint (2-3 weeks) helping to kick start the audit of the Hands On Base, and the Learning team made further use of my organisational skills by letting me help with  school bookings administration.

Frederick Horniman’s beautiful conservatory

After chumming-up with a fellow volunteer (who was involved with the marketing team), I was paid to help steward the museum’s annual “Fusion Fest”, a cultural event in the Horniman’s 16 acre gardens. After this, I got to know everyone in the marketing team better, leading to my temporary and ad hoc paid employment doing market research (they have asked me back on more than one occasion to help with projects). Last week, they even asked me to help out at a high profile fund-raising event, which was wonderful.

Just to prove that I was there…

But, nothing is forever. I should really be excited, as my reasons for leaving are concerned with personal growth: I start my Psychology MSc next week (I may have mentioned this before, as I am starting to stress out, rather…) and that will take up the lion’s share of my time. But in addition to my studies, I am an enthusiastic volunteer at SANE (a London based mental health charity, who do wonderful work) and a committed member of the English Arts Chorale (who make my life difficult by being based in Reigate, Surrey). And obviously, there are the day to day runnings of things, and the one-off events that come up from time to time (like playing the double bass – it’s been a while!). I’m also considering taking up another volunteer position to further my CV, possibly at The Stroke Association or the Royal Hospital For Neurodisability.

And did I mention that I (would like to) have a social life?

So, something had to give, and I made the difficult decision of pulling away from the beautiful Horniman. Whilst I have vowed that I will return as a visitor, and I have told various departments that, free time permitting, I would be happy to help out at events, I can no longer commit to regular volunteering.

It has been a really wonderful experience (with its ups and downs, and a lot to be learned!), and I will miss it, a lot.


Remember me?

Remember me?

I’ll be honest: I do occasionally remember I have a blog, and think “Oh, I should really post something” but somehow, everything else is far more important. Even sitting on the sofa, vegging at the TV.

But I have had a busy week! Not only have I been grappling with London Met’s PY1026C module (Research Methods 1), but I have managed to struggle through the entire thing with some awful cold/tummy bug. Hurrah.

I didn’t manage to finish my final lab report today, but as that’s only due by Wednesday, I’m not stressing overly.

But it was surprisingly enjoyable – our lecturer (one Giovanni Moneta) was hugely entertaining, and actually made basic statistical analysis a joy to learn. Whilst I am still a bit miffed about the set up at London Met, I am glad I attended the course, if just to hear him use boxing as an analysis for psychological research:
“I’m a good boy – I train every day”
“Who gives a shit? Punch him out!!”

Other things I have been enjoying lately include German pastries (holy crap, that website hits you like an 18-wheeler), watching Ben get scared and helping out at the Horniman Museum‘s fund-raising event:

The Horniman Conservatory

This involved me lurking around the Gardens of the Horniman, holding a clipboard and chatting to about 100 perfectly fabulous middle-class benefactors. I had a great time, learnt a lot about the Gardens’ redevelopment plans, and was even given delicious canapés, prepared by the wonderful Suzanne James and her team.

Finally, I would like to share with you my most recent and most favourite clothing purchase:

That’s right: it’s a jumper with a “fox stole” design. I adore this. I saw it in Time Out two weeks ago and had to have it.

At £38, it is not something I would usually buy (what with having no money…) but it was too good to be true. It’s a silver fox, people! I was so pleased when I finally got hold of it from Debenhams (I went in twice to find they didn’t have it in my size until a shop assistant offered to have it delivered free to my flat), that I wore it two days in a row. I even had a compliment from the wonderful Miranda Richardson (a story which I have told to death now – let’s just accept that I met her).

However, upon first washing – and I was VERY careful to follow the label’s instructions to the letter – PART of it shrank. Not all of it – just part. Now, as it is 1% Angora (the white parts of the fox are slightly fluffy) I would imagine that if anything shrank, it would be these parts. However, only the head end shrank, not the tail. Bizarre.

But yesterday I went back to Debenhams at Clapham Junction, and they replaced it, no quibbles. They even refunded me £7.60 as said jumper is currently on sale :)

I will be washing the fox by hand from now on. It is simply too wonderful to risk!


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