More Pics from 2nd Californian Christmas

The Pacific ocean from 17-mile drive, outside Carmel.

Laura and I on 17-mile drive at sunset.

Mary Clare and Hugh on 17-mile drive. 

Hugh on the beach at Carmel at sunset.

2nd Christmas in California

Some photos from our recent adventures...

Half moon bay, where we recorded your video message. 

Looking out over Palo Alto and into San Francisco bay. Doesn't it look like Scotland!?

Looking towards Woodside, which is where the wedding will take place (we'll be visiting the venue next week).

Diana's living room, before the tree was 'decorated' (I use the word advisedly, the 'decor' is a bit OTT for my tastes!). The window looks out onto a golf course.

The climate here means there are extraordinary vegetables all year round. Add this to the extraordinary affluence in this area, and it means that one of the coolest places to visit is a California supermarket! This is the 'downmarket' Safeway just round the corner. 

It's hard enough to adjust to the climate, the presence of unseasonal sights (below: the trees think it's Autumn) and foods (above) makes it even stranger. 

Finished

I handed in the finished product yesterday; a process featuring little or no fanfair. I feel like the university ought to employ some people to clap and toss ribbons and put some flowers in your hair or something when this happens. Neither the binders nor the lady at the Graduate Research Office even bothered to say 'Congratulations', and so for a little while there I felt more like I had crossed some minor administrative task off one of my interminable lists, than like I'd just finished a gruelling four year rite of passage and begun my career as a professional philosopher. (Notwithstanding the impending viva voce of course, but I can't bring myself to worry about that just yet).

Hey, never mind. Laura was ready and willing to bump up the joy, and after a delicious lunch in the sunshine at Thyme Cafe and later a scrumptious dinner with the housemates, I consolidated my feeling that I have finally shed a huge weight off my shoulders and reverted to a nicer, less stressed and inscrutable version of myself.

This is a bittersweet post though, since I think it will be my last on this blog for a long time, or possibly ever. The coming term brings a huge quantity of work, and promises to take away a lot of my leisure time. Until that's over - come January or so - I think I will be too swamped to keep you up to date on me and Laura's news and continuing travels through the mild to moderate peril of academia. So unless the unthinkable happens, and Laura starts posting on here, I must say farewell to you all dear readers, and many kind thanks for patronising our humble blog. Be good to each other.

Drew.

Engagement Complete

I once saw a feature on a television programme about the rationale for giving expensive engagement rings. The presenter suggested the original rationale (way back when) was this: if the man were to break off the engagement, the woman would have some financial compensation for the damage done to her reputation (by his rejection). The presenter rightly remarked that this rationale is now rather archaic. I like to think we live in more enlightened times, when broken engagements, horrible and painful though they may be, don't lead to be people being shunned or treated differently than anyone else.

This naturally raises some questions: isn't the traditional arrangement rather sexist? Not only is the giving of gifts one-sided (getting engaged is nice for BOTH of us right?), there is a presumption that the man is the flaky one, more likely to break off the engagement than the woman. If it is sexist, then why do we keep doing it?

Happily I somehow convinced Laura that we should once again subvert tradition by exchanging gifts of equal value in celebration of our engagement. Of course this is a more expensive course of action, which is why it took until yesterday for us to complete our engagement gift giving.

Yesterday saw the arrival of a beautiful new guitar, which was my preferred way of celebrating our engagement - and something I intend to enjoy for the rest of our life together. I know they won't mean much to many of you, but here are some pictures of what is truly the most wonderful instrument I have ever played...

Actual News

I'm delighted to say I've just been appointed to a one-semester Lecturing post at my soon-to-be alma mater Sheffield. I will be teaching two courses: a 2nd Year course called Descartes & the Empiricists and a brand new first year introduction to critical thinking called Reason & Argument. Hooray for gainful employment, however short lived!

Soundtrack to my Thesis Daze

I've been listening a lot to Patrick Watson lately, an entirely new discovery courtesy of Regnyouth archives, my main source of new music (instructions for newcomers here). His extraordinary, surreal and bizarre music is the ideal soundtrack to the sense of unreality that accompanies being incapable of thinking about anything other than concepts and truth. In that sense, it may be unwise to listen to too much of it. (Imagine Jeff Buckley and Björk had an adult child who was best friends with Martin Grech and whose uncle is Ed Harcourt.) Nevertheless, I'm excited about the slightly more experimental/electronic direction mainstream music seems to be taking in the US - at least if the rise of MuteMath can be considered significant (this discovery courtesy of John Mayer).

Neil's Birthday Weekend

Here are some pictures from this weekend, notable for two things: (1) it was Neil's birthday and (2) Laura and I didn't have to spend several hours driving!

Presents were ready for Neil's arrival in the morning, and we all sat down to a delicious breakfast of croissants, fruit salad and Raven Road Muesli (patent pending).

Penny arrived later in the day - on holiday from Jane's parents. She seemed nonplussed by the fesitivities, along with pretty much everything else.

Neil is 8 - for the 5th time!


The night before was also a culinary wonderland, featuring Jane's most excellent fishcakes...

And of course the essential birthday cake... (Plum upside-down cake in this case).

Neil struggles to blow out eight candles - by my count it took him five attempts...

But he looked very pleased with his lot afterwards...

At least until his medication wore off...

Funny

Enough said...

Caption Competition

Perhaps it's our esoteric sense of humour, but Laura and I found the university's choice of new brand graphics slightly amusing...



Your own suggestions of captions involving the salient notion of firing arrows at people are welcome.

My suggestion:

Sheffield Undergraduates: like a shower of arrows, somewhere becoming rain.

Safe on Dry Land

Many of you have probably heard that much of the North East of England is under water at the moment. If you find this hard to believe (we all do), check out these pictures. The village of Catcliffe, outside Sheffield, was built on a flood plain, so as far as I know it's still under water. The same thing happened there in 2000 apparently (although not quite as bad). The council went ahead and rebuilt the place anyway (what's that kids' song about the wise man building his house upon the rocks?).

It's hard not to assume this is all the result of climate change (in fact, in a trivial sense, it just is climate change). Climate scientists predict that with the rising temperatures on the planet, evaporation will increase and so therefore will precipitation, where atmospheric conditions are right. This means deserts getting drier and places like Britain getting a lot wetter. I'm glad at least to hear many newscasters saying (in that wonderfully passive voice of theirs): "It is expected that this kind of weather situation will become more and more common in future".

When we were in the US I was thoroughly impressed by how much more seriously people seemed to be taking climate change in the wake of Katrina - among other things, like films everyone should see. There is a real sense that at the grass roots level - or at least, at the level of cities and states, rather than higher up - people are genuinely starting to take the idea of climate change seriously, along with the need for us to change our habits en masse. (Granted it's a serious and worrying problem that the administration seems to disagree, but - fingers crossed - that will change.) While in Michigan, Laura and I caught a special on CNN - granted it wasn't exactly on in prime time - about what will probably happen when we run out of oil. I find this idea terrifying, especially since yesterday I gained a niece. What sort of future lies in store for little Eilidh (that's 'Ay-lee' for non-Gaelic speakers) I wonder? It's hard to see anything but violent conflict, famine and general misery on a large scale in the next 50 years - probably within our lifetime. The real pessimists, like George Monbiot seem to think we have only half that time till we hit the point of no return. This in turn makes me wonder - if Laura and I were to have kids, would it be fair on them? Would it be fair on the planet, which is already so grossly overburdened, its resources desperately over-stretched?

In Britian, as with perhaps most things, I think most people still expect the government to do the hard work for us. I'm all for seeing some leadership, but a depressing number of people seem not even to contemplate taking the little steps that might make a difference: switching to low energy lightbulbs, taking plastic bags with them to the shops, never mind reinsulating their houses properly or changing the way they travel round the country (cheap short haul flights are seemingly irresistible in the UK).

This balance of personal vs. national or collective responsibility is a really tough one to strike. How much difference does it really make if Laura and I fly to the US once or twice a year? Is it really reasonable to ask anyone not to see their loved ones for the sake of the world's climate? Isn't the onus therefore on the airlines to produce cleaner - or even carbon neutral - jet fuel? I'd feel a lot happier saying 'yes' if it seemed like any of the airlines - besides Virgin Atlantic, god bless their cotton socks - seemed willing to take on that responsibility.

My pessimism might be genetic, or it might be a result of the thesis blues I'm currently suffering. Irrespective, if anyone sees any signs of hope, or has a rosier picture of humanity's future to share, please do so. I could use a pick-me-up. In the mean time, I'm counting my blessings that for now at least, we're safe on dry land.

Pictures from our Chicago/Vail/Michigan Adventures

Hiatus

Laura and I are heading to the USA tomorrow (hooray!), so no entries for a little while.

Stuff & Nonsense

As poor Laura lurches from deadline to deadline (AHRC, Uni funding application, comp exam, two marking deadlines), I'm afraid you're stuck with me filling in for now with bits of silliness. As silliness goes however, the following ranks very highly, providing a good dose of unexpected Monday morning laughs.



I'd also like to throw in a link to something Richard recently recommended (thanks Richard!). This is an excellent site featuring audio and video lectures from all kinds of fascinating intellectuals on a fantastically diverse range of topics. My favourite so far - I couldn't stop downloading these yesterday - is the charming Bill Bryson on A Short History of Nearly Everything.

Happy Bank Holiday, enjoy.

Spring & Scandal

Sheffield - like many places - is awash with all kinds of beautiful blossom. This view is on our walk to work each day along (ironically enough) Winter Street:




To our great surprise, Sheffield is also apparently awash with cannabis, or at least, our little corner of it is. The innocuous looking house pictured below is just across the street from us (this was taken from our upstairs bedroom window). On returning late from our friends' house last night we discovered three police cars and a substantial police van on Raven Road. There was a fair bit of activity, but no clear reason why. This morning, officers from South Yorkshire police have been removing plants, tubs of fertiliser, heat lamps, small humidifiers and all the gubbins associated with a cannabis factory from the house and dumping them in a skip (where they proceeded to smash them all up with a sledgehammer!). And all of us had absolutely no idea (honest guv!).

Sunday Links

Some weekend internet tipples that tickled my fancy:

Exploit children for percussive purposes. (Just pick a child and click).
The cheap and eco-friendly way to clean almost eveyrthing.
Fun tips on how to learn stuff faster.(However, number 4 is a croc, at least if this slate article is to be believed.)
Speaking of crocs, here are 10 reasons to wear them, which leave me somehow unconvinced; maybe because it's pretty darn cold in the UK a lot of the time.
Radiohead are still insane. Wait about thirty seconds then press 'Return' to play.

Pictures from Lochgoilhead

At last! Here is a preview of what you'll find if you head over to our Flickr page. Reminiscences to follow perhaps.

Save Internet Radio

Whilst the BBC still makes some bloody good radio programs, I am one of many who uses and enjoys independent internet radio stations. Perhaps the best of these is Pandora, which is incredibly good for finding new artists amid the dizzying array of genres and hype. Sadly, Pandora and other stations are now facing extinction thanks to an apparently irrational decision by various copyright authorities to charge them way over the odds for playing music. Please help to save these excellent and invaluable independent voices in internet radio by reading more details here and signing the relevant petition here. You need to be a US citizen, alas, since the decision has been made by US Copyright authorities.

Our Dublin Trip

It's about time we got around to sharing photos and news of our recent excursion to Dublin. As you all know we were there primarily on business, but we also managed to fit in a fair bit of pleasure...


This was my first ever Irish Guiness. I don't like Guiness and never have, although I can drink other stouts (I went through a Murphy's phase during my adolescence). I was also sceptical about all the claims that it tastes different in Ireland, but I must eat my hat now, because it's all true! This went down beautifully in the sleepy but authentic O'Donoghues. Just around the corner was a restaurant called 'Ely' where we treated ourselves to a fabulous meal on our first night out. We can heartily recommend the delicious food and dizzying array of excellent wines. We cannot speak so highly of the clientele, who were loud and a little obnoxious (two old (married) blokes hitting on two considerably younger ladies). My suggestion would be to book ahead, as we were seated on stools near the bar, where the wine was flowing more freely than at the quieter (but reserved) tables round the corner.

We saw some stunning paintings at the National Gallery (especially the Vermeer), which was just round the corner from our extraordinary accommodation: the Kildare Street & University Club.

Our very generously proportioned room looked out over St. Stephen's Green (which for those who don't know Dublin, is a lovely park right smack in the middle of the city).

The rather ornate dining room (blurred because I was being extra discrete with my mobile phone!) was where we ate breakfast each morning. Those are real chandeliers, and you can just make out the selection of imposing portraits on the walls, presumably of eminent academics and public figures who are related to the club in some way. The whole place was extremely quiet, all of the time, there was only the sound of old wind-up clocks and the occasional teaspoon hitting China.

We were lucky enough to enjoy some very un-Irish weather (I think it only rained once), which made for scenic walks around the city at sunset, and great light for photographs where O'Connell Street meets the Liffey...

This could almost be Amsterdam don't you think?


O'Connell Street, with the intriguing 'spire' art project in the distance. According to the Lonely Planet guide, the 120m Spire is 'a risqué homage to the fight against one of Dublin's greatest social ills, heroin addiction'. Apparently it's now known among droll locals as the 'Eyeful Tower'.


Sunset on the Liffey... (For a larger versions of some of these pictures, see the flickr page.) Finally, on the way home we stopped into an excellent cheese monger on Duke Street (highly recommended) to buy a wee present for the housemates, in the form of 'Coolea', an intriguing and delicious cheese from West Cork.

Petition Against Funding Cuts for Research

Some of you may already know that the British government has decided to cut funding for scientific and other research in order to plug a black hole in the Department for Trade and Industry's (DTI) annual budget (see this story). The absurd consequences of this decision will be that at a time when we're trying desperately to find ways to slow climate change (I'm no scientist, but I have a feeling that some research might make this easier?) and when the UK education system is failing to recruit new young scientists, we're taking money away from science (especially aspiring young scientists and researchers) in order to prop up the Nuclear industry and the failing car manufacturer Rover. To any of you who are UK citizens and agree with me that this demonstrates some badly skewed priorities on the part of our Government, I recommend you go and sign this petition. A letter to your local MP probably isn't a bad idea either.

Some Old Photos

We're both off to lovely Dublin for a very big and snazzy philosophy conference in honour of the eminent Hilary Putnam's 80th birthday.

So while we are away, and probably unable to post - depending on whether we have any internet access - we thought we'd leave you with some photos we forgot to post of our recent jaunt up to Scotland to celebrate our engagement with my family.


We spent an afternoon in the company of the irrepressible Gregor, who just loves his books (in this picture he was laughing uproariously at my sister counting stars for no obvious reason). He was also just beginning to walk on his own...




Apparently he's now thundering around the place without the need for assistance; we look forward to witnessing this for the first time during the Easter break.


My Mum collects these Angel figurines, which I had fun photographing in the unseasonable sunshine.


On the Sunday we went to visit Deep Sea World, where I discovered that photographing fish swimming around in a tank is extremely difficult, at least with my rather primitive Fuji Finepix. Laura however, is easier to catch standing relatively still...