conference doodle
During my short stay I developed a real addiction to this subterranean nostalgic venue. Definitively recommended if you ever stop in Edinburgh (thanks to Stephie for suggesting it).
Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category
Meet Dolly
In science, Travel on March 16, 2012 at 9:41 amIn the weekend I visit the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, where in the pioneers of science room I find myself literally face-to-face with Dolly the sheep. I take a quick portrait while nearby some girls discuss their false beliefs…
plaster by Peter Summers
Dolly the sheep
(1996 – 2003)
As the first mammal cloned from an adult cell using the process of nuclear transfer, Dolly was an exact genetic replica of her donor mother. Her birth at the Roslin Institute of the university of Edinburgh in 1966 overturned the widely-held belief among developmental biologist that the specialized cells in our bodies are fixed in their roles. Dolly was named after the buxom country and western singer Dolly Parton as she was derived from a mammary gland cell. She was put down at the age of six due to a progressive lung disease, common among sheep.
Dolly Parton
2 weeks / 4 rooms
In Travel on March 15, 2012 at 7:41 pmHello, I wish I can justify my long absence from this blog saying that I’ve been ceaselessly drawing neurocomic but the truth is that I’ve been travelling for the past two weeks. However, during the last few days in Edinburgh I found the time to pull out some comic journal. I was there for a scientific workshop and I was staying in the Castle Rock Hostel (probably the best hostel I have ever seen!). Since the accommodation was paid I conceded myself the luxury of a private double room. The room was very nice, however it was clearly designed for a couple and made me feel terribly lonely.
The memory of the days just spent in Venezia and Bologna, surrounded by friends, in more pleasant rooms, was particularly painful… but that’s another story, in part already told by someone else.
Patterns and Loops
In Illustrations, Travel on December 23, 2011 at 12:50 pm
I’m staying in Bologna for a few days, in the house where I grew up.
I do my best to avoid nostalgia, but my parents have unintentionally chosen for my bed the same flowery IKEA pattern that adorned a bed I used to know so well, at this same time of the year, just one year ago. This year I long to go back to another bed, just like last year I was longing to go back to hers. People change but the same situations return, and apparently I keep making the same mistakes, year after year…
Life seems to proceed in loops sometime and for a moment, before falling asleep, I find it difficult to distinguish between the present and the past.
