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One hot Bod: multi-million pound revamp

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New plans have been announced for construction at the New Bodleian Library on Broad Street.

The application to restore and renovate the library have been approved by Oxford City Council, meaning that the building will be opened to the public for the first time.

Despite its name, the condition of the New Bodleian’s building has been deteriorating for some time. It currently houses the Bodleian Library’s collections of rare and special manuscripts, and there have been questions in recent years concerning the safety of these documents due to the risk of fire, humidity, or inadequate security.

The cost of the renovations is estimated at £78 million, and construction is expected to take four years.  Both the Garfield Weston Foundation and the Oxford University Press have contributed approximately £25 million to finance the project, and Julian Blackwell, President of Blackwell’s Bookshop, has donated £6 million.

The money will not only go towards the restoration of the existing structure, but to the creation of a new glass frontage on the Broad Street face of the library, an enlarged entrance hall, and the construction of a modern cafe and exhibition rooms for some of the manuscripts. The new structure will be known as the Weston Library in honour of the donor foundation.

New, high-tech storage facilities for the library’s special collections, some of which contain documents of national or even international importance, are to be assembled, which will serve not only to protect the papers but to free up space within the library for researchers as well.

The construction of exhibition halls for some of the most famous documents housed within the library, such as copies of Magna Carta, will allow for the creation of a noteworthy tourist attraction.

The books and manuscripts currently in the building will be accommodated elsewhere during the renovations.

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My Euro-vision

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So, “the lovely” Lena took the Eurovision prize back to Germany. Given that they have saved the economies of a significant amount of the contestants, any other result would have been a travesty.

Having said that, there was a clear lack of appreciation for this from the Greeks. The Germans actually gave more points to them than the other way around. They clearly don’t have the required appreciation of Eurovision voting etiquette and diplomacy.

Quite how Iceland managed not to be last, having spent the last year destroying economies in Europe, refusing to pay back debts and erupting volcanoes at our planes, is a mystery. They at least got the predictable nil points from us.

It would have been hilarious next year had Iceland or Greece actually won the competition, though. Live from a rented-out Town Hall, the pyrotechnics consisting of matches and deodorant cans, the music and equipment replaced with ‘Singstar’ on Playstation. Every national representative would have to sing a different Disney song.

Why Israel are in Eurovision remains beyond me, in any case. They’re clearly not European. If Israel are allowed in, surely Palestine and certainly Lebanon and Syria should be ‘European’ too, on purely geographical grounds. Israel would, of course, protest against this. They’d clearly get no points from any of them.

There does appear to be a predominant view amongst many that Israel are really just another Western European country. The only problem is they’re in the Middle East, are largely right wing religious fundamentalists, and have stolen a load of another country’s land and refuse to give it back.

My point isn’t that Israel shouldn’t be part of international cheese competitions, or European ones in particular if needs be. The problem is the exclusion of other states that are equally aggressive and reactionary, but happen to be Islamic.

Had Syria or Iran publicly railed against the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty in the way that Israel have, they would have been put under huge diplomatic pressure and vilified by politicians worldwide. North Korea have been put under huge pressure after sinking a ship; Israel openly invaded and destroyed most of a country last year and have faced no sanctions.

The disgusting pandering to Israeli diplomatic pressure by the BBC when they refused to show a charity appeal to help the Gazan innocents whose families and properties had been destroyed by Israeli shells highlighted this bizarre set of double standards. This showed up again recently, as Frankie Boyle was condemned for comparing Palestine to a “cake… being punched to pieces by a very angry Jew.”

Whilst this was undoubtedly over-simplifying the matter, it was a joke, and the only reason it came in for specific criticism was because it was regarding the actions of Israel. It seems you can make jokes about the Jewish religion but not their politics – the opposite being true for Islam.

If the actions of Israel on Monday morning are held in anything but strong and consistent contempt by the western world, what remains of our credibility on matters in the Middle East must surely be lost. The blockade on Gaza is deplorable, causing what the UN calls “grim” and “deteriorating” humanitarian conditions. Daniel Ayalon’s dubbing of the aid convoy as an “armada of hate” is taking irony to a new level. If you’re trying to avoid confrontation, don’t storm an aid boat with dozens of heavily-armed commandos. If it was only a “policing type activity”, why go about it in such an aggressive manner? If they were armed merely with knives and metal bars, why was there any need for anything but riot gear? Even if the violence was started by a protestor grabbing an Israeli’s gun, why were there any guns present in the first place?

Israel have been ceded the political advantage for too long. Gaza for Eurovision 2011!

Where Clay Pigeons Dare

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The weekend of the 24th April saw the first clay pigeon Varsity match in over 20 years. Held at the internationally renowned EJ Churchill Shooting Ground in High Wycombe, nine Oxford shooters, many of who had only started shooting this year, took part in the 100 target course shot over 10 different stands. A variety of targets were presented to test the teams’ skills.

Three teams of 3 shooters competed, with Oxford winning the A team match. A nerve free score of 86ex. 100 from Oxford captain James Sills, the highest score of the day, put the team in control with Angus Logan putting in a solid 78ex. 100 and Charles Streeten completing the team. Cambridge captain Mark Cooper scored 80ex. 100 to put the pressure on, but Oxford’s superior experience came through to take the match on the final stand.

The B team of Doug Crockett, Will Gibbs, and Carl Wahlund unfortunately slipped to a narrow defeat, but with plenty of promise for future years especially after getting to grips with some of the more technical targets later in the course. The day also saw the inaugural Ladies Varsity match. The team, shooting on the same course, had only started shooting in the last 5 months and put in excellent scores with Lisa Martin top scoring for Oxford.

Cambridge took the match with experienced shooter Alys Holland scoring 79ex. 100 and taking 3rd place overall.
Given this was the first year of shooting in the University for many years, all competitors should be proud of their achievements and are looking forward to a clean sweep next year!

If you are interested in shooting, please join the Facebook group “Oxford University Clay Pigeon Shooting” for more updates. We run regular beginner shoots and also cater for more experienced shooters who want to improve their scores, or just keep their eye in, and have organised very much reduced rates at EJ Churchill.

 

Who is David Cameron?

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Of all the political events of the last month or so, one in particular has fixed itself in my mind. That it should have done so strikes me as somewhat surprising, given that the event in question was neither scandal nor gaffe of bigot-gate proportions, nor even a hilariously edited poster of call-me-Dave. No, I refer to that slightly surreal Tory coup whereby business leaders, tycoons, and captains of industry massed behind Cameron, ostensibly in response to Labour’s proposed N.I. increases. The phenomenon was interesting enough to observe, if not exactly earth-shatteringly exciting, but what did make it memorable, and the reason I write about it now, is how bizarrely reminiscent the whole episode was of Atlas Shrugged – a comparison which was understandably ignored in the national press at the time, but which may, tangentially, lead us to see added significance behind a mere political stunt.

‘Who is John Galt?’ So goes the famously enigmatic opening of Rand’s masterpiece, a novel of staggering scope (at 1168 pages) which regularly tops lists of the most influential works of fiction of the last century. The book describes an alternate reality in which the U.S. is the only country in the world not yet run by socialists, or ‘looters’, ‘moochers’ and ‘parasites’ as Rand charitably refers to them throughout her novel. That situation, however, is changing, and with the economy in crisis Washington seeks to impose ever greater constraints and controls on big business.

It is with this background, which has a certain resonance in the contemporary climate, that the story of Atlas Shrugged unfolds. Rand envisages a scenario in which the ‘men of talent’ whom she celebrates – the great inventors and industrialists who are responsible for production and growth – go on strike. Atlas shrugs: the business leaders who hold up the economy, like the mythological titan who propped up the sky, refuse to co-operate any longer with a government that wishes to hamstring them under the pretence of admirable values such as fairness and equality of opportunity. They gather behind the mysterious figure of John Galt, withdraw the benefit they confer on society, and watch as things collapse.

The novel, in other words, is a libertarian economist’s wet dream: a laissez-faire fairy tale in which industrialists are morally upright paragons of integrity, metaphorically holding up the very sky, whereas socialists or ‘looters’ are lazy, detestable, and lacking purpose. So what does Atlas Shrugged have to do with David Cameron? What else but show us his (albeit rather extreme) literary counterpart in the form of John Galt, rounding up all the ‘business leaders’ with a view to creating a better society. It remains to be seen whether or not Cameron’s roll-call of economic titans can achieve this in the coming years; what is certain, however, is that they will be considered vital to the recovery by the new government. Perhaps, then, it will not be completely irrelevant to ask ‘who is John Galt?’

First Night Review: Closet Land

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Closet Land contains everything you could expect from a psychological thriller; intense relationships, gratuitous violence and a degree of senselessness in the face of oppression. In this sense it does exactly what it says on the tin and is, unfortunately, entirely predictable.

On the whole the production is excellent. The acting, especially by Adam Scott Taylor is superb. His eerie, menacing exertions of power and impressive physicality add new dimensions to the relationship between his fanaticism and his ward’s confusion. The BT was the perfect setting for the production, claustrophobic and sparse it acted as a canvas for the interplay between the two characters.

However, there was something lacking. I exited the theatre with a vague disinterest rather than relief. I should have exhaled deeply, anxious to get torturous images out of my mind. Yet this was not the case. The production should have been galling, with a burning your eyes out quality. Essentially I was not horrified enough when everything else in the production from the music (which was excellent, Josh Lowe’s score added to an exciting, menacing atmosphere) to the set hinted that horror was in store. Although the production had good qualities, I cannot extol the acting enough, it could have been pushed further and the audience is left expectant rather than sated.

 

 

Blaze of glory or dismal squib?

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Let’s be blunt: to support England is to vacillate between uncontrollable hope and soulless dejection. Extreme optimism is often entirely unjustified, a national buoyancy fuelled more by a desperate craving for success than by any sane analysis of what we see on the pitch. Equally, the tragic fallout of Armageddon-by-penalties represents a reaction all too strong- we mostly achieve exactly what we deserve, a fact frequently obscured by missed spot-kicks, goalkeeping catastrophes and villainous red-cards. However, you can be sure that, once it all gets started, logical evaluation and emotional neutrality will disappear faster than Sven-Göran Eriksson with a compensatory paycheque. As any true football-loving Englishman must, then, I will abandon my sense of moderate realism and consider the dichotomous possibilities of our historic/doomed South African campaign: as ever, it’s win or bust.

Why England Will Win The World Cup:

The team has an excellent spine, and, in Ferdinand, Terry, Cole and Johnson, might have the best back-four in the tournament. If Gerrard and Lampard perform to their undoubted capabilities, our central midfield can be as good as any in the competition, too. Erratic yet mercurial Theo Walcott has the potential to explode onto the world scene, though he does need to prove that he can consistently produce at the highest level.

Our crucial man, the man with enough world-class talent and zealous tenacity to power us to the trophy, is the hub upon which England’s wheel of fortune will imminently turn: Rooney is one of the planet’s top players, and requires no paean here. If he plays to the heights of his ability, England can ride Rooney to the pinnacle of global sport, and he himself could be propelled into the upper echelons of all-time great footballers. A second forward, Heskey or Crouch, are ideal foils, players with whom Rooney has experienced sustained joy. On the field, we’ve got a shot.

Capello is another major reason for English confidence. It is no exaggeration to suggest that he has swept a revolution through the ranks, dismissing the post-McClaren malaise with tactical virtuosity and a disciplinarian approach that means serious business. No WAGS, no World Cup song, no nonsense. A simple group-stage (we will dismantle the USA, Algeria and Slovenia) will inspire belief and set us on the track to victory. 4 games later, we’re world champs. Simple.

Why England Will Return Home Empty-handed:

A list of concepts is just as elucidating as any argument can be: Spain, Argentina, Brazil, Messi, Xavi & Iniesta, penalties, unchecked egos, intra-squad controversy, inability to play possession football, tendency to chase shadows against technically-superior opposition (under an exhausting, searing South African sun), media-generated super-pressure, just being England etc…

A huge question-mark at keeper is a concerning issue, especially given (another mention, but unavoidable) our historical preponderance of shoot-outs. Left-wing is a vacuum, a perennial problem position, but hopefully either Joe Cole can rekindle the magic (see vs. Sweden, 2006) or Adam Johnson can accelerate his progress. That we rely so heavily upon Rooney is also a latent danger: injury or under-performance could incite a complete self-destruction for England.

We continuously over-rate the team, the players are likely half-zonked from a depleting Premier League season, and that inevitable, familiar feeling of gutted devastation is maybe only a few short weeks away. But then, who can ever predict how a World Cup will play itself out? Til the tournament kicks-off, at least, I suppose it’s better to be deludedly expectant than soberly rational. Chances are, we’ll probably have to settle for quarter-final mediocrity again, anyway.

 

My, Fair Play!-dy

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The Queen’s College has spared no expenses in staging Lerner and Loewe’s classic musical My Fair Lady this week, under the direction of Raymond Blankenhorn. Boasting a black tie opening night, a twenty piece orchestra, fifty costumes, and taking place in Queen’s stunning Provost’s Gardens, it looks set to be one of the classiest affairs this Trinity.

Certainly no Antigone, this ‘tally ho!’ production is playing it safe in pleasing the punters. Eliza Doolittle’s iconic rags-to-riches tale ticks all the boxes: cockney accents abound, as do cucumber sandwiches in the drawing room, sparkling humour and a good old fashioned knees-up.

Raymond Blankenhorn, a native New Yorker, may conceal his American twang in the plummy tones of Henry Higgins onstage, but reveals his designs in combining the Hollywood glamour of the movie with the theatrical feel of Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion. Blankenhorn’s vision translates well to the garden play: flower girls meandering through the aisles, patter merchants guarding the gates and royal announcers introducing the ball-going audience all bring a sense of fun and meta-light heartedness. The gorgeous grounds can only contribute to the atmosphere of the evening, and an innovative use of space makes the best of the garden’s natural features as well as including a raised stage.

Elizabeth Grew’s musical direction will do well to be matched by equally first-rate choreography, the Blues ballroom squad have been drafted to make sure the cast will be able to dance, dance, dance all night.

The Queen’s-heavy cast is well up to the task of bringing the musical to life: a feisty Elizabeth Burrowes does justice to the part of Eliza Doolittle, but really proves her mettle belting out her solo numbers with flair and gusto. Blankenhorn’s Henry Higgins, too, shines in particular during musical sequences where heightened characterisation comes to the fore, but also manages to maintain an engagement with the script and nuance during scenes, at times lacking in Burrowes’s performance. Kate Lewin gives a star turn as, confusingly, both Doolittle’s father and Higgins’s mother. Lewin brings humour to both roles as well as an awareness of the play’s wider themes of self-acceptance, tolerance and ambition.

In as much taste as befits the beautiful surroundings, My Fair Lady promises to be an enjoyable and decorous garden play – it won’t blow the roof off the gazebo, but can guarantee good British fun.

Verdict: Just you wait for it.

 

The Acceleration of the Universe

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What does the acceleration of the universe mean?

The Universe is expanding around us. When we measure the rate the Universe is expanding now and compare that to the rate in the past, it seems the Universe has been speeding up over the past 6 Billion years or so.

What evidence is there that the universe is expanding?

If we look at objects across the Cosmos, we notice that the further away the object is, the more its light is stretched to redder colours. This is expected if the Universe is in motion: as light travels through expanding space, the light stretches with the space it is travelling in, making it appear redder. The phenomenon is called redshift. In partciular, measuring the light from supernova has been used in this way to trace back the expansion of the Universe more than 10 billion years and uncover the acceleration.

How does this relate to Dark Energy?

Dark Energy is meant to be energy that is part of space itself. When the Universe expands, the amount of dark Energy per volume stays constant (but of course the Universe is bigger). This material has, according to General relativity, the almost magical ability to accelerate the expansion of the Cosmos. Observations of supernova suggest that more than 70% of the Universe is made up of Dark Energy.

What could this mean for the ultimate fate of the universe?

If the Universe’s Dark Energy doesn’t disappear (or change over time), it will cause the Universe to expand faster and faster over time, until our part of the Universe (us and the nearest few galaxies) loses contact with the rest of the Universe. We will look out onto a vast emptiness and slowly fade away into oblivion.

What are supernovae?

Supernovae are the violent deaths of stars; there are two types, but for measuring distances I will mainly focus on the explosions of stars called white dwarf stars. When our sun runs out of nuclear fuel, its interior will collapse down to a ball of Carbon and Oxygen about the size of the Earth (but a million times denser). This is a white dwarf. If our sun were born as a binary (a star system consisting of two stars orbiting around their common center of mass), then it is possible, after the white dwarf is created, that the second star in the binary can shed material onto the white dwarf and increase its mass. At a certain point, gravity can cause this huge nuclear powder keg to ignite into an explosion 5 billion times brighter than our sun – this is a Type 1a supernova.

Where might future research take us?

I can honestly not say. It would be nice to figure out what Dark Energy is (or even if it really exists), and thereby better understand why the Universe is expanding and its ultimate fate.

Prof. Brian P. Schmidt is an astrophysicist at the Australian National University’s Mount Stromlo Observatory.

 

Been there, don that

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The Mormons have a tradition known as the Rumspringa, where they send recent high-school graduates out into the world for two years with a load of cash to spend on sex, drugs and the indulgence of every debauched whim, before making a decision about whether to return to the fold of the Church. It sounds surprisingly liberal, but cleverly functions by way of a forced choice. By the end of the bender, the majority are so sick of their anarchic existence that they rejoice at the thought of a disciplined religious community. The prospect of multiple wives means that the men, at least, don’t have to renounce the fun entirely, even if they have to work all hours to pay for them.

‘People go off for three years, get drunk, get laid’

As an undergrad, I was routinely astonished by how little work my (non-Oxford) coursemates got away with doing. It has since occurred to me that, for many, the British university experience is effectively a kind of Rumspringa, more of a lifestyle choice than a genuine learning experience. People go off for three years, get drunk, spend money they don’t have and get laid, expiating their anarchic tendencies before submitting to the stultifying but reassuringly comfortable routine of working. The alternative is the European model, where university students tend to stay at home and study for longer, often because they have substantial part-time jobs, but also because their exams tend to be much harder. In terms of labour expended, their degrees are arguably worth more as a result, though there is debate over whether they learn to think for themselves in quite the same way students do here.

The present financial crisis afflicting British universities means that we are already seeing a shift toward a European model, or rather toward a two-tier system of high-fee paying institutions and cheaper places offering predominantly part-time courses to a more local student body. In my own admittedly limited experience, having left home makes recipients of the UK-educational Rumspringa a bit more interesting to teach, because they mature faster, often from making mistakes. Apart from marginally alleviating the British culture of binge drinking, one wonders what the broader social implications of a Europeanised university education might be. A hedonically deprived and therefore less pliant, continental-style workforce probably wouldn’t appeal to those now presiding over the cuts.