philloak

i wandered around whitechapel for a few hours yesterday rather than do badly-needed research. i rationalized it as being first-hand interaction with the urban fabric, since my project is on whitechapel, but the day's ramble mostly served to shore up two conclusions, namely that 1) my grades are gonna be in the crapper this semester no matter what and 2) i really like whitechapel. it's got more bustle on sundays, though. the damned hottest curry ever can be had on brick lane, and i specifically ordered the mild stuff, too.

i also found a burned out pre-war looking workshop building on mile end road. the inside is pretty thoroughly gutted so you can look through the skeletal window remnants up through the roof. my new favorite place is st.dunstan's, which is a small ways east of the monument. it's a wren church that was bombed out during the war, but rather than rebuild it the city left up the remnants of the walls/spire and planted a lovely little garden inside of it. it's shady and quite pleasant to have a sit in after you've been walking around for three hours. i admit that i felt like i should have been wearing a velvet coat with lace cuffs and reading a volume of shelley before dying of consumption, but then again it was pretty sunny so it would have looked a tad ridiculous.

parents get here on friday. horray for not having to pay for meals for a week.

oh! and i finally found the banksy tag of the cop snorting the line of cocaine thats runs for a few blocks. yay, me.