As it's Pride Month, I wrote for the Paris Institute for Critical Thinking about why 'the pandemic' has made me angry, and why it should make all queer people angry.
@NC_Renic
When I was a student representative at Oxford, I once sat in a faculty board meeting where this was actually the conclusion all the professors came to on a specific agenda item.
Despite it being housed at my alma mater and current workplace, it took me ten years to visit the Husserl Archives. I very much enjoyed it though, especially seeing his very annoyed scribblings in the margins of his copy of Heidegger’s Being and Time.
@si_rubinstein
Honestly, I didn’t do this when I was supervising undergraduate dissertations at Oxford… It’s part of what the student is meant to learn from the exercise.
@sufferingnatsci
The prestige does indeed compensate at the junior levels, but I understand they really struggle with recruitment and retention at the most senior levels 😬 (especially with Americans who often leave after a few years!)
@Sisto_Sesto
I’m about to submit a PhD thesis at the ACU and Catholic University of Paris as part of a collaboration between various Catholic universities. I wouldn’t have partnered with the ACU if it weren’t for the truly excellent scholars they hired a few years ago and now made redundant.
We celebrated our ten year anniversary in an unexpectedly posh Japanese cocktail bar in Antwerp where they served the most incredible drinks we have ever had.
I recently acquired a Swiss roll tin, thinking ‘How difficult can it be?’. Let me tell you: I made FIVE cakes before I managed to produce this vaguely serviceable one, which I will now eat resentfully with some whipped cream.
Productive day in my little bakery: two loaves of shokupan, one white for Japanese sandwiches tonight, the other wholemeal for more responsible eating throughout the week.
Husband and I thought it might be a fun Sunday afternoon activity to make gyoza together. It turns out that folding them is not as easy as it looks and after a very frustrating afternoon we’re now ready to kill each other.
I recently acquired a bamboo steamer, so I made nikuman or steamed pork buns today. They are so delicious, I might just start living off steamed buns for the foreseeable future.
We’re watching Shogun so it’s ramen for dinner. I made a broth from some lamb I found in my freezer, added dashi, topped with braised lamb neck and some rendered lamb fat infused with spring onions.
I’ve been trying to breathe new life into my rather drab Ikea kitchen, so I put in some colourful tiles and I’m really pleased with the result (not to mention feeling very butch).
As a birthday treat to myself, celebrating that I’m not yet thirty, I took advantage of the incredible discount young people get to the Belgian National Opera and bought myself a ticket to Wagner’s Das Rheingold.
To celebrate me and my husband’s ninth anniversary, I made us one of our desert island dishes: sous vide steak, béarnaise, chips fried in beef tallow. A rare treat.
Really pleased with my Italian Christmas dinner: tortellini in brodo, porchetta with all the trimmings and excellent crackling, pandoro with pistachio ice cream and poached quinces.
Inadvertently bought fancy bedding that I now discover was licensed by the Van Gogh Museum. It even comes with a ‘certificate of authenticity’. That means I overpaid, right?
I’m at the Belgian National Opera again to see Die Walküre and I thought it was a bit odd that the performance would start at 17.30, but I have now discovered that’s because it is over five hours (!) long. Also, the lady checking my ticket wished me ‘good luck!’ as I went in.
I finally put up the three signed Francis Bacon prints I bought over a year ago and am loving the look of them on the wall of my study, especially in these gorgeous frames!
I’m at a conference in a seminary that looks exactly like it must have done in the 1950s (including nuclear fallout shelter) and it would make the perfect setting for a horror film.
The appearance of quinces in middle eastern supermarkets always heralds the arrival of my favourite time of year. This year, I’m poaching them in an intensely spiced syrup of pomegranate juice and lemon, then storing them in jars to be enjoyed throughout the winter months.
We tried melon flavoured Calpis in Japan and loved it. However, when we got back, we discovered that nobody in Europe stocks it. Eventually, we found a company willing to import an entire crate for us directly from Japan. Three months later, it has finally arrived!
Just saw Wonka (it’s great!), but I especially enjoyed how the three villains—the chocolate cartel—are just three different types of insufferable gay men.
An incredibly kind and generous man, as well as an extraordinary philosopher, has died. Perhaps more than anyone else, Jean-Luc Nancy taught me how to read, and thus what it means to be a philosopher. I'll be forever grateful for the time we had with him in Oxford in 2019. Adieu!