Journey to the Motherland

This is an online account of my three year DPhil undertaken at Oxford University from October 2006 to mid 2009. I will try to remain in email contact with people personally - this is so that I can attach large pictures, movies and anecdotes of the trip. Enjoy!

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From Brisbane to Canberra, from Canberra to Oxford... the temperature is on a downhill run. I hope to be a visiting fellow in Mawson Ice Base next. The programme wouldn’t let me use the Interest categories – what a character. Interests: Cricket(I look forward to seeing the Ashes [from England] in November and [in England] in 2008); writing the great Australian play - the antipodean pinnacle... take that Barry Dickins; Music J.S. Bach - 'Mass in B Minor' without a doubt. Certainly the organ works and concertos for harpsichord form fond favourites. I finally managed to convert all of my Bach CDs to MP3s on my external hardrive (rather than lug the 170 disc set around Oxford - I'll get that money to you later Ross... when Hilary Clinton becomes President and I get a mobile phone.) Anyway, anything by Haydn (I think he cops the rough end of the stick - good symphony times.) Books Hornblower and Captain Blood (there's nothing like adventure on the high seas), Certainly anything by Matthew Riley (7 Ancient Wonders... what a rip snorter), Oh and that book by Dan Brown: Digital Fortress... I will keep people posted as to whether I meet brilliant, young, sexy female code breakers.

Monday, October 02, 2006

HAHA! I have conquered the Oxford computing system... at least for now. Pictures are available and all is right with the cosmos. So I think I will include a Quote of the Day, or a QUOD for the Latin minded out there in their living rooms.

Backdating:

Week 1, Day -1: Japan

There were good times to be had on the way back from the Airport. Rach and I were crushed with the sheer number of people on the trains. Apparently they don't like it when you blow your nose. I played that game... the man beside me glared daggers and, as if to prove his point, began sniffing like there was no tomorrow: illustrating the supreme ettiquette of the Japanese.
Here is a shot of my incredulity at a Japanese vending machine which stocked a 500 mL can of beer. They wouldn't last too long over here...

This is Pachinko, undoubtedly the worst video game in the history of the universe. It is a cross between pinball and the pokies, the ultimate aim to lose all your money in a flurry of lights and whistles.



Left: a sign on the escalator put there to instruct you not to bang your head on the sign on the escalator put there to instruct you.... only in Japan.

QUOD: Irrashaimase, irrsahaimase...
The traditional welcome into a shopkeeper's shop. In the grocery one chap kept walking around, saying this to anyone and sometimes to himself. When he was packing the beans, I think he was giving them a special welcome. What a character.

TST 2/10/06

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