Just before I left the house for the evening last Tuesday, my housemate drew my attention to the smell of gas in the kitchen. We sort of hemmed and hawed for a bit, not knowing exactly who you’re supposed to call when you suspect a gas leak. And really? A gas leak? I mean, how … Continue reading
Author Archives: Caitlin McDonald
On the Way to Work, Part 5
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 24 Feb 11 Detoured into the British Museum on the way home. Needed a change of scene. I went to the Elgin Marbles galleries; beautiful in daylight, majestic and mysterious when lit at night. There were so many people–I wanted to get … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 4
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 23 Feb 11 Walking home through Russell Square, the sliver of a moon upended like a gilded cup waiting to be filled with the fruits of the night. Continue reading
The Day the Ravers Came
There’s an empty laboratory across the street from my house. I like to call it abandoned, but it isn’t really–it’s just been vacant since the Middlesex Hospital was destroyed. I’ve seen workmen in there doing industrious things from time to time, so it can’t really be called abandoned. But it’s empty enough. Enough for a … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 3
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 22 Feb 11 Every morning on my way into work I pass a woman coming the other way. She’s never acknowledged my presence, always busily focusing on something ahead. Her movement is so regular that I can tell exactly how late I … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 2
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 21 Feb 12 Second day of training Out of London. Nabbed a table seat for the first time in ages. Trying to look industrious. My route to the station takes me up Cleveland St to Great Portland Street station. I like the … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 1
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 20th Feb 12 This route is not actually something I would normally see. I’m on the way Out of London for some external training. Cold this morning so we are steaming past frosted fields and trees tipped with lace. The brambles are … Continue reading
St James's Sunday
I rather did stumble into Upper-Crust London on this walk. I frequently overshoot my mark making for the nearest edge of St James’s Park—I always think it’s further west than it is and end up striding down Bond Street or Savile Row past shops selling fripperies to the rich and fashionable, neither of which I … Continue reading
The Fitzrovia Radio Hour (or, What-Ho at the Ambassador!)
Neither of us had wine with dinner. Mild surprise registered on the face of the waitress, given that it was Valentine’s Day. After she disappeared, we looked at each other. “She probably thinks we’re having a…” “Completely non-romantic evening. Which is exactly right, of course!” The waitress returned with our pot of tea and no … Continue reading
Immersive Storytelling
I’ve been thinking a lot about stories lately. Particularly the many ways of telling stories and what separates a story from…that which is not a story. While the most recent installment of Sherlock was on, I was struck by their use of fictional websites like John Watson’s blog and faux twitter profiles such as Irene … Continue reading
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