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.

Friday, November 17, 2006

PHOTOS - Oxford Parks II



From the top: The cricket pavillion at the Oxford Parks - they have a pavillion - should be good times come summer. I had a try out for the Oxford Blues last weekend and kept pretty well, but not playing for so long has made me a little rusty. I think that it went down well enough as they asked me to come back next week. There was a tall chap there from St Lucia, full of pent up West Indian aggression who gave me a bouncer at the throat for my first ball. He was quick, very quick... after I had batted I rolled the old arm over with the gentle off spin. I started with a beamer, all be it at a grand speed of 85 km/hr. He laughed, I laughed, all was good.

Middle: The road to... more road. There are heaps of these little strips which makes for some comforting walks to clear the brain. Occaisonally these stealth runners jog up behind you and give you the old side swipe. You yell at them for their impudence, but their iPodded ears cannot hear.

Bottom: Punts... for punting. Summertime diversions.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tim, I guess it will be a while before you make use of those punts! There might be an iceberg or two to contend with!!
Love, Mum. xx

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