The Situationists famously sought life without dead time
and whilst I cannot say my own life fits the wild and tangential excesses of such bohemians, at least not in these elder decades, the past several days have certainly had their share of activity. Nevertheless I do worry sometimes that so much of my work these days - indeed these years - now falls under the category of 'boring but important'. Yet, much of this fits my intellectual disposition. I despair when I see people try to force the complex problems of reality into simply solutions, because these are invariably simply wrong, missing the issues of scope-appropriate solutions, partiality etc. It is not helped when the country's Prime Minister, of all people, remarked "The laws of mathematics are very commendable but the only laws that apply in Australia is the law of Australia"
, in the context of a debate on encryption
Workwise the week started with the regular two days of Introduction to Linux and High Performance Computing
and Shell Scripting for High Performance Computing
. Not a bad group at all, and there were some plenty of awake individuals, especially on the second day. Later in the week spent a better part of a day carefully working through a particularly troubling install of Gaussian to ensure there had been no precision errors in compilation (their hadn't been, of course). Confirmation was received for a presentation at the HPC Advisory Conference
, so there will be another visit to Perth at the end of the month. In addition an abstract has been put in for the Open Stack Summit
in Sydney for November. Next week will be a training course for the neurologists at Orygen
; I hold this one in very high regard - their work is extremely important.
In more social events, Wednesday night was our regular gaming session, and the second session of Andrew D's Megatraveller
campaign, with an unexpected test of the combat system and the acquisition of a starship from religious fanatics. Thursday was the Bastille night evening and we had nephew Luke visiting. True to the day (or at least an educated peasant's version thereof), I cooked a pretty tasty coq au vin with a jug of French red, a selection of cheeses and fruit, and all to the sounds of Quatre mains pour une révolution
. We provided a potted story of our journey, along with an exposition of the salacious tales
of Serge Gainsbourg. Appropriately I have composed tonight my thoughts
about Bastille day, and its contemporary relevance.