Path, Integral

path through the backs to trinity college, cambridge

(Click for larger view. Path through the backs to Trinity College. I always love to see these trees.)

My talk here at the conference went well this morning, I hear. Can relax now and not worry any more that I have not written it. Really should have gone out and about to enjoy a bit of Cambridge afterwards. But I went and had a nap instead. ‘Cos I’m turning into a boring old man, I suppose. So now its 11:00pm and I’m up and in a college bar sitting with a pint of guinness and a few little bags of salted peanuts. It’s like the good old days, with the added bonus of being able to get a drink on the late side… and wireless. Bliss.

-cvj

[Update: Well, I’ll try to blog a bit about what the conference is about while sitting here. But I’m not promising anything, since the table of ten people (on an away-day work retreat) near me has broken out into an intriguing-sounding drinking game (something involving taking turns and incantations including the saying of “I will kiss my little piggy on the…” (then the turn-taker fills in the blank) and so politeness (or, more truthfully, the spirit of adventure and people observing) demands that I might have to give up and join in…]

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3 Responses to Path, Integral

  1. Clifford says:

    Excellent! Thanks Bee. Thanks Yvette.

    -cvj

  2. Bee says:

    Beautiful! Never been there… nevertheless I’ve just had this sense of deja vu: you might like this

  3. Yvette says:

    What a lovely photograph. 🙂 Kudos.

    And as a quick personal diatribe, I still patiently await the day when gals can walk into random-looking pubs by themselves without looking like complete weirdos/ getting chatted up like none other. Sigh… not like I want to make a habit of it or anything, of course, but everything has its moments.