Nuit Blanche. Directed by Arev Manoukian (via parcemihidomine)
Adam J Taylor
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Postgraduate researcher in The School of Pharmacy at The University of Nottingham.
Vices include épée, wine, opera and Evensong.
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On avoiding melencholy
Dear Lady Georgiana,
Nobody has suffered more from low spirits than I have done, so I feel for you.
1st: Live as well as you dare.
2nd: Go into the showerbath with a small quantity of water at a temperature low enough to give you a slight sensation of cold.
3rd: Amusing books.
4th: Short views of human life — not further than dinner or tea.
5th: Be as busy as you can.
6th: See as much as you can of those friends who like and respect you.
7th: And of those acquaintances who amuse you.
8th: Make no secret of low spirits to your friends, but talk of them freely — they are always worse for dignified concealment.
9th: Attend to the effects tea and coffee produce upon you.
10th: Don’t expect too much from human life — a sorry business at the best.
11th: Compare your lot with that of other people.
12th: Avoid poetry, dramatic representations (except comedy), music, serious novels, melancholy, sentimental people, everything likely to excite feeling or emotion, not ending in active benevolence.
13th: DO GOOD, and endeavour to please everybody of every degree.
14th: Be as much as you can in the open air without fatigue.
15th: Make the room where you commonly sit gay and pleasant.
16th: Struggle little by little against idleness.
17th: Don’t be too severe upon yourself, or underrate yourself, but do yourself justice.
18th: Keep good blazing fires.
19th: Be firm and constant in the exercise of rational religion.
20th: Believe me, dear Lady Georgiana, Very truly yours, Sydney Smith.
— Sydney Smith, later Dean of St Pauls, 1828
(via Daniel Robinson. ht Dave Walker & Sara Batts)
Self portrait of L.S. Lowry
Oil on canvas, 1938. 21 in. x 17 1/8 in. (535 mm x 435 mm)
National Portrait Gallery, NPG L224. Lent by a private collection, 2002
My sister thinks that this is my spitting image. I’m tempted to improve it by adding a set of marker pen glasses when I catch it at the new Lowry exhibition at Lakeside Arts soon.
One of my primary calvarial cells seems to think that it’s a fish.
20 x magnification fluorescence microscope image of mouse primary calvarial cells.
Green: Actin filaments stained with phalloidin-Alexa Fluor 488 conjugate.
Blue: Nuclear material stained with Hoechst 33258.
Scale bar represents 50 µm.
“When I drive across this country, with autumn falling and rustling to pieces, I am so sad, for my country, for this great wave of civilisation, 2,000 years, which is now collapsing, that it is hard to live. So much beauty and pathos of old things passing away and no new things coming.”
— DH Lawrence, November 1915. On driving to Garsington Manor. (from last year)
