Lately, it’s all been getting a bit intense. Not tetchy, as at the Scholarly Kitchen in recent days, but still pretty focused.
Four of the last five posts here have all been about the arguments surrounding the Elsevier boycott and the future of academic publishing. I noticed that a similar flurry of activity on Mike Taylor’s blog, which is normally devoted to sauropods, drew a complaint from a regular reader about the deviation of the subject matter from their regular fare: stories about lizard-hipped dinosaurs.
I wondered if the same might be happening here too. Although I am still exercised (and thinking) about this issue, I could do with a break myself. I don’t have anything particular to say on another topic right now but, as an antidote to all the seriousness (and because I’ve been toying with the idea of including regular photo-blogs), I thought I would share a photograph of one of my daughters, taken a few years ago at the Guggenheim Museum in New York.
She is lost in her enjoyment. And so am I every time I look at this picture.