2011–07–02
better…
For the first time this year I’ve got my baseball boots on—summer has started. I had a tutorial this morning, lovely Groups. Getting to my tutorial is always fun; It goes in stages:
- I walk along the canal to Tolcross[ish], very bucolic—ducks, swallows, reeds, swans, dogs and the bikers who seem to be trying to end my life.
- I get to Tolcross[ish], the city, and head for the Grassmarket, via the West port, the second-hand-bookshop region of the town. Here I buy my old maths books, but I don’t tarry
- Then there’s the Grassmarket, a seething mass of tourists and drunks even at nine-thirty on a Saturday morning. Full of light and pubs
- The Cowgate—a shaded urban-canyon where strange pale-people stagger around looking around for the night-club they think they’ve just left
- You swing up towards the High Street where the world streams past
- You do the maths
Afterwards we go to The Task and have a drink and a catch-up chat.
After a slightly torrid-time personally I feel healed, and ravenous for maths.
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Yeah my feelings exactly days like today make all the frustration and what the f*ck does that mean all worthwhile good to see ya mate
Best wishes Chris
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Yeh, today was a great day!! It was just so good to be with people who want to have fun with their minds.
You take care mate.
neil
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I got on the bus from hell to get to my tutorial. I actually could've walked but I didn't know the way. OK it wasn't the worst bus ever but when you've avoided buses for a year it's unbearable.