Three PhDs in three consecutive weeks meant it hard to get work done in the lab. I appear to have been appointed as the lab's official filkmistress, which is fun. Also several good and some outstanding lectures (Craig Thompson and Kim Nasmyth, among others), set up what should be a useful collaboration. Getting headhunted, which was flattering but didn't work out.
Jewish community responsibilities mushrooming on me. Led the Progressive service 10th March, and the traditional egal service with
I started doing formal exercise, and I want to talk about that a bit.
10th March: another party chez BB, which led to me getting invited to a piano concert the following week. Also an art exhibition by an acquaintance.
The Levellers gig on 11th I already wrote up, ditto the film of The Queen.
20th March: Talk on Swedish linguistics with the international researchers group.
Three books: Jan Morris' Last letters from Hav (quirky), Kate Atkinson's Human Croquet (disturbing), Ursula Le Guin's City of Illusions (ok).
General topics: debunking and discussing the recent miracle drug story; why I am pessimistic about the future of LJ; cool essays I should link to; a bit about racism and lashon; something fairly silly about sexuality.
I have found my mobile phone. I can't remember the phone number though,