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Professor Pete

One of the best things about staying in Oxford years after you’ve failed to escape the gravitational pull of the University is the fact that once in a while you get surprise phone calls out of the blue from friends who used to study or work here, wanting to drop by for dinner while they are in town giving a seminar/visiting a library or a lab.

In the next two months we’re due a number of these visits, but yesterday we were thrilled by a pop-in from our old friend Professor Peter Simpson, who I believe I have mentioned at least once on this blog.

Pete teaches philosophy at the City University of New York and is self-confessed Aristotelophile. We became friends many years ago, in fact Pete is one of the many dear friends I inherited from my mother. Back when he was a young graduate student trying to impress my mother, he took my sister and I to movies and introduced us to Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Nowadays Pete is high on my list of the cleverest people in the universe. He wrote a book about Pope John Paul the Great in which it was clear to any reader that he actually understood all that continental philosophy stuff…! (Not me; I’m more comfortable with the writings of the current Pope Benedict, whose work is at least couched in language and concepts I can follow…)

I told Pete how I’d fallen under the influence of his beloved Aristotle when writing the second of the Joshua Files books. (Fellow writers, if you haven’t read the Poetics yet, I can’t recommend it enough.) I mused aloud how it was possible for one guy to be so incredibly prolific as Aristotle apparently was, dominating his contemporaries across both natural sciences and political philosophy, as well as knocking out a 42 page masterpiece in which he explained and laid down the principles of western drama, principles which stand to this day.

Pete’s answer was very interesting. “It’s because he was such an empiricist. He used exactly the same technique as when he analysed the world of animals – he first collected data, looked for patterns and governing principles. He collected all the Greek plays he could get hold of, especially the award-winning ones. He had his students help him complete the analysis.”

So Poetics wasn’t just the work of a guy who sat musing and philosophizing about what he’d seen down the Greek theatre – it was a scientific approach to the understanding of dramatic structure.

The benefits of a scientific education, hey? I can’t say enough good things about one. (Although I also wish I’d been trained to think with the razor-sharp logical clarity on philosophical matters as Professor Pete. He could argue the hind legs off a snake! First he’d argue the case for the legs…)

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Georgina’s, just the way it used to be


Georgina’s
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You might think of Oxford as a pretty traditional place where things don’t change that much. But that’s not how it is at all. In the twenty-odd years that I’ve lived here almost every part of the city has been altered, improved, developed. Even the colleges have cleaner stone and a modern block, sometimes even sympathetically designed, like new wings of Magdalen and Linacre.

So if you’re in a nostalgic mood, where can you go for a hang-out that hasn’t changed in 20 years?

I can name two: Georgina’s Coffee shop and Brown’s Cafe, both in the covered market.

Georgina’s serves salads, flapjacks and bagels, the ceiling is plastered with movie posters and they play non-stop indie rock music loud enough that you have to talk at a level which makes the whole place swing with youthful energy. Youthful because then as now the cafe is a favourite haunt of students.

I snapped two such youngsters, Matt and Beth, sitting in what used to be one of my favourite tables.

23 years since I arrived here! That’s brilliant (cos I always dreamed of living here) as well as a bit sad (cos I could never bear to leave).

A pal of mine, the Aristotelophile Peter Simpson, once told me that I would only leave Oxford in a box…

Hell no! They can bury me here!

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Oxford traffic locks down


Oxford traffic locks down
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Why did my rare, one day away from my desk have to turn into a battle with the elements? From aquaplaning all over country roads this morning to being stuck in one of Oxford’s legendary total gridlocks…I’m 2 minutes from home but doubt I’m going to be there for 30.

On the bright side, it brings back happy memories of rainy summer afternoons stuck for hours on Mexico City’s Periferico.

I wish I’d gone to the loo. How true it is that ladies should never miss an opportunity to pop into the ladies.

Yes I’m driving as I blog this. It’s okay…it’s an automatic.

Crumbs.

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Dropped by the office…


Dropped by the office…
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Decided to spend the day out of the house so that I don’t have to find excuses not to write. I even dropped by the office to see how the guys are doing. This is a photo of me with our senior technology consultant, Matt Banks, a guy so good-looking that when we had our company photos done, the photographer reckoned that he could get Matt work as a model. Matt is making a rude gesture with his fingers, in the general direction of the MD, Mark Salisbury.

I am going to look at a snazzy new, freebie content management system. Woo.

More photos on Flickr…

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Le Petit Dejeuner des CrackBerries#3


Le Petit Dejeuner des CrackBerries#3
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All right luv, stop taking photos of me…

Seriously though, have you ever been out with another BlackBerry addict?

There’s little call for conversation.

What a world. It’s not just that my attention span will barely make it through a TV show these days but I’ve taken about 40% of my social life online too.

A friend on Jaiku told me that she and her hubby were going to a Café Rouge for breakfast this morning and because I’m such a sheep I thought David and I could do the same. By crikey it’s nice. Ersatz France, with French pop music and all… Reminded me how much I’m looking forward to spending time in France next month as we drive through to visit my baby brother in Switzerland.

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