British Word of the Day: expiry - (eks-PI-ree) an ending, a cut-off time (American's "expiration") eg: "Well, did you check the expiry date on the milk?"

I didn't blog yesterday. I can't believe it. Please forgive me.

Today was another orientation day (shocking, I know). I'm listening to Pink Floyd's "Goodbye Blue Sky" not to be creepy, but because it's English, and means more than war--it rained today, and there will be about 179 more days of that weather business by the end of this year, I've heard.

Simon Lancaster, an Scholar's Semestre in Oxford's go-to-guy, said, "In England, there's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes." I enjoyed him immediately. (It also helped that the evening of the same day, he had Katie Melua and Andrew Bird playing on his computer.)

This evening, I have some soup to make. We have cooking groups here at Crick House and I've joined one with a girl that's already made two loaves of bread for everyone since we've been here. I have a lot to learn, and I figure she might be a bit more experienced than I.

I need to contact my professors as well, so we can make a meeting time. They're both within reasonable walking distance of The Crick (probably within 10 minutes). The other house is huge and amazing, and everyone there seems like bundles of fun, but they're on the upper edge of Oxford, making walking cause blisters and sore joints and muscles. They'll get more exercise that way, but many of them will buy a bike before the week is through, is my bet.

Until next time,
Cheers!