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The stories and history of ancient Egypt have a special place in the world's mind. After all, it covers some 5000 years of civilisation and comes with a rich mythology which has, it must be said, been prone to both excellent scholarship and complete nonsense (far too many people, mixing complete speculation with gullibility, lean toward the latter). In the period of late European imperialism, Egypt was subject to plunder that found itself mainly going to the British museum ("Why are the pyramids in Egypt? Because they wouldn't fit in the British Museum"). So it comes with some mixed feelings that I attended the "Pharoah" exhibition at the NGV on Friday night with Erica H., which was quite a spectacular display of around five hundred items from the ancient (i.e., prior to the Roman-Egypt) period. I was quite impressed by the statues of the goddess Sekhmet and Pharaoh Sety II. The exhibition did a reasonable job in the introductory halls at outlining the history, although I had to bite my tongue when later on I overheard someone remarking "That looks Greek!"; well, yes - it was from the Alexandrian period, which leads to Ptolemaic Egypt. In addition, I was also fortunate to run into an old friend, Luna, who I hadn't seen for about twenty years. We used to kick around a lot in the mid to late 1990s, so it really was quite a pleasant surprise to see them.

As is my want, the evening had to be themed and I prepared a late dinner of koshari, a particularly carbohydrate and fibre heavy meal, some date balls (2 part date paste, 1 part crushed walnuts, roll in honey, coat in almond meal) from a recipe from 1600BCE and baklava. According to plan, I had previously purchased some silicon moulds from which I could turn the koshari into a pyramid structure, which I was quite pleased with the results on the 1980s-styled square plates. Adding to the ensemble was Doric-styled glass candle holder, a copy of MacKenzie's " Egyptian Myth and Legend" from 1913, and Yogi cat that decided to add to the aesthetic. We finished the evening with a screening of Sommer's "The Mummy" (1999) which is really quite a fun pulp-era adventure story. The following night with Andrew, Charmaine, and Penny D., all visiting I presented the same dinner again. This time we concluded the evening with a game of "Khan of Khans". Finally, because some people still haven't been exposed to it, "Walk Like An Egyptian", by The Bangles, covered by The Chipmunks and slowed right down to an awesome goth anthem.
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The major event of this week was discovering that I received an 'A' grade for my research essay for a Master of Climate Change Science and Policy (MCCSAP) and thus an A average for the course. Obviously, there are many things that I intend to do with this new qualification, but I must confess the temptation to do a doctorate, with a probable scholarship, is quite alluring. On the other side of the lectern, I also conducted three trains of HPC workshops; the standard Introductory and Advanced Linux for HPC, and also a course on Regular Expressions. On a related matter, late last week I attended an AI panel hosted by Interactive at Pearl Diver; it was pretty high level, and pretty corporate, but one certainly couldn't complain about the food and drink, and managed to strike up a couple of interesting conversations.

An event like that contrasts with attending a QandA session the previous evening with punk/nowave artist Lydia Lunch at the Thornbury Picture House introducing a documentary of her very interesting and rough life, "The War is Never Over". The fact that she was staying in my apartment block and we squeezed in a bit of a conversation the night previous just adds to the experience, and coupled well with a visit to a laneway bar, Red Betty with Ruby M., to see some bands perform on a minuscule stage. As for Thornbury, it would the second time in the week that I was visited said suburb, also attending Justine M's housewarming-birthday combination celebrations of which very worthy congratulations are due for both. Plus, the entertainment of the Justine-Simon motorcycle trip through Vietnam, was quite special.

For smaller gatherings at my abode, both Liana F., and Erica H., have visited on different evenings to receive my a little obsession with Moroccan food; in both cases fatteh (stewed chickpeas, garlic, and lemon yogurt, toasted pita bread) and meskouta (Moroccan lemon cake) were on the menu. In Liana's case, it was also essential for her to watch "Casablanca"; it just didn't seem right that a film studies student had not seen this, easily one of the greatest films of all time. Besides, she has blessed me with her cat, Bowie, to look after for a week. He spends most of his time under things (a bit of a cave cat) but otherwise is doing fine. It's certainly nice to have a house pet again, even if for a short time.

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