The University of Nottingham’s not so dusty digitised collections

Bear plunging into the sea, from Ross's 'Voyage of discovery', 1819
Bear plunging into the sea, from Ross’s ‘Voyage of discovery’, 1819

The University of Nottingham’s Manuscripts and and Special Collections have digitised parts of their collections, including a selection of beautiful, mostly 19th century natural history images and documents. You can see the full collection here, but I thought I’d pick out a few of my favourites from the collection. Continue readingThe University of Nottingham’s not so dusty digitised collections

Ecosophy Reading Group: second meeting

Image from www.nottinghamcontemporary.org
Image from www.nottinghamcontemporary.org

This week’s meeting focused on two chapters, one from John Newling’s book An Essential Disorientation and one from Lucy Sargisson’s book Fool’s Gold. The Newling chapter is about the disorientation we feel when we enter a new space, and he talks specifically about the disorientation created by works of art. The Sargisson chapter is about intentional communicaties, such as the Findhorn Foundation based in Scotland, and it argues that these communities are attempts to establish a kind of utopia. Continue readingEcosophy Reading Group: second meeting

Ecosophy Reading Group: first meeting

Image from www.nottinghamcontemporary.org
Image from www.nottinghamcontemporary.org

I signed up to an Ecosophy Reading Group, organised by the same people who delivered the talk I recently attended about the Nottingham Wasteland project. For the first meeting we read two articles: Ecophilosophy, Ecosophy and the Deep Ecology Movement by Alan Drengson, which provides an overview of deep ecology and what deep ecologists believe, and Social Ecology versus Deep Ecology: A Challenge for the Ecology Movement, which is a refutation of deep ecology from a social ecologist called Murray Bookchin. Continue readingEcosophy Reading Group: first meeting

Review: Names for the Sea by Sarah Moss

Names for the Sea recounts the year that Sarah Moss, her husband, and their two young sons spent living in Iceland. Fortuitously – or not, depending on how you look at it – they arrived during an interesting time for Iceland, with the result of the banking collapse still being felt and the eruption of Eyjafjallajokull – a word I still don’t know how to pronounce. In fact, I’m sure I was probably misreading the Icelandic words throughout the book. Continue readingReview: Names for the Sea by Sarah Moss

A potted history of Nottingham’s Eastland Island wasteland

Yesterday I attended a seminar called ‘The Eastside Island: Creativity, Capital and Commons in Contemporary City Space’. Despite the rather long-winded title it was actually very interesting. The talk was about a patch of wasteland in Nottingham city centre known as the Island and how capitalism is trying to appropriate creativity in order to redefine the space. Continue readingA potted history of Nottingham’s Eastland Island wasteland

Ways of Looking at Winter: Ice Skating Birds

Ducks stood on the ice
Ducks stood on the ice

I’ve had a bit of a copy flow issue with the blog at the moment and I think the problem is that I haven’t been getting out enough. I’ve had two fairly inactive weekends in a row and all my week days are spent in an office.

When I first started working at the University of Nottingham’s University Park Campus I imagined myself going for nice strolls around the campus’s lake during my lunch break, but that hasn’t really happened. However, when I heard that the lake had frozen over I decided I had to go and have a look. Continue readingWays of Looking at Winter: Ice Skating Birds

Meet me at St Pancras

The Meeting Place

I made one of my rare and fleeting trips to London yesterday to attend a conference. I caught the train to and from St Pancras and as I was wandering round the train station waiting for my train home I noticed the above statue from afar. The two giant, kissing figures loom over the station, even as the impressive span of the Victorian station roof looms over them.  Continue readingMeet me at St Pancras