A sweet morning… The small birds are singing, lambs bleating, cuckow calling, the thrush sings by fits, Thomas Ashburner’s axe is going quietly (without passion) in the orchard, hens are cackli ..
“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
What is the goal in langua ..
‘I wrote Meditations, rather than Disputations, as philosophers normally do, or Theorems and Problems, in the manner of geometers, so that by this fact alone I might make clear that I have no business ..
We bring a lot with us: our pre-conceptions, our misconceptions, our reflexes, our instincts, our expectations, our objectives, our existing knowledge and our lack of knowledge, to name some. When ..
It is no surprise to learn that language defines us – what we are told we are, or say we are, has a positive or negative effect on us. Hence our obsession with job titles.
Years ago when I ta ..
The Bank of English has about 650 million words and The Collins Corpus has over 4.5 billion words. Such imposing figures give pause for thought when approaching a learner's request for more vocabu ..
First thing every morning, OISE Oxford holds a news review. It’s a way of kick-starting the day for our students, and improving their listening or reading skills with some ‘real’ English ..
One of the great beauties and freedoms of the Internet Age (and there are precious few) is that we are free to publish things and make sweeping assertions without bothering to cite our sources. Ou ..
Looking back at my early teenage years, jazz sounds spoke to me instinctively and very personally. I remember the sad and happy sounds and really, anything in between would always catch my ear. Li ..
This morning – Brexit morning – I was cycling to work when a squirrel crossed my path, carrying another squirrel in its mouth. I assumed it was some sort of omen, something about Britain cannibali ..
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Many visitors to the city are astonished that the London Underground is actually more than 150 years old, and that during its early existence it functioned by running steam trains in tunnels under ..