My mother is no Martha Stewart. Neither is my father, which is a moderately comforting thought. I’d be a little worried if swan-shaped napkins and bow-covered collages ruled his da[...]

It was my seventh day in Israel. Uri Goldflam, a charismatic Israeli professor guiding us around the country, was standing at the front of the bus with a microphone. Thirteen other[...]

This is the second part of Annick’s description of Finals week at Oxford. For part one, click here. Post-Examination Celebrations On exam day, I vomited all of the engineerin[...]

Note: Last week, a few Oxford University members reacted rather lukewarmly to the first piece I wrote on this website. I’m not in the habit of justifying everything I write with in[...]

I should probably put all of this into context, before it starts making even less sense than it should. I write from Oxford University’s engineering library, once again doing what [...]