I have been deeply buried at work for most of this week with three HPC training workshops in succession, leaving me quite exhausted as it does. This said the feedback from the researchers is, as ever, very positive, and I was especially glad to have a Monash University HPC educator in attendance as well with a promise for further collaboration in the future. Education in general, and especially in this space, is something that must be collaborative. Collectively we know much more than we do individually. Apropos, I have been fortunate enough that my editor at CRC Press has given me a couple more days to finish the book chapter I am writing for "Cybersecurity & High-Performance Computing Environments". This week I also had a bit of a frank discussion with my MHEd supervisor who seemed very keen to push my thesis in the direction of the various content frameworks for online delivery, whereas I am much more interested in the economics and public policy imperatives. Different approaches in scale, I suppose.
Outside of work I have been fortunate to have some excellent social occasions, including a magnificent French dinner with Jac, Damien, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caseopaya, and then on the following night with Brendan E., and caseopaya to experience the popular culture special of "Army of the Dead", which fulfills the niche of being a zombie-heist film. It had the good sense not to take itself too seriously. I have also been blessed by the company by one ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lebens_art9, who took some time off work and drove down from Bendigo to keep me company over the past couple of days, as I've some health matters to deal with. They will be, and must be, subject to another post of their own.
Of special note, however, was the move of most of my chattels from The Asylum to my new abode which I call The Grand Mausoleum which, I must admit, is probably the most heart-breaking move of my life from what was supposed to be one of enormous happiness. I cannot be blamed for dragging my feet on this, as the entire experience still weighs too heavily upon me, the foolish romantic that I am. I was helped by Andrew D., who organised the van hire which was an excellent vehicle but just a little too big for the carpark's height restrictions. Failing the Milgram experiment, we followed the recommendation and navigation of the concierge, who navigated us in, where we unpacked and then discovered we were stuck as the ballast was removed. Eventually, we escaped the confines of the building by reducing the air in the tires and having several residents getting in the back of the vehicle. An interesting way to meet the neighbours, and not a story that is easily forgotten!
Outside of work I have been fortunate to have some excellent social occasions, including a magnificent French dinner with Jac, Damien, and
caseopaya, and then on the following night with Brendan E., and caseopaya to experience the popular culture special of "Army of the Dead", which fulfills the niche of being a zombie-heist film. It had the good sense not to take itself too seriously. I have also been blessed by the company by one lebens_art9, who took some time off work and drove down from Bendigo to keep me company over the past couple of days, as I've some health matters to deal with. They will be, and must be, subject to another post of their own.Of special note, however, was the move of most of my chattels from The Asylum to my new abode which I call The Grand Mausoleum which, I must admit, is probably the most heart-breaking move of my life from what was supposed to be one of enormous happiness. I cannot be blamed for dragging my feet on this, as the entire experience still weighs too heavily upon me, the foolish romantic that I am. I was helped by Andrew D., who organised the van hire which was an excellent vehicle but just a little too big for the carpark's height restrictions. Failing the Milgram experiment, we followed the recommendation and navigation of the concierge, who navigated us in, where we unpacked and then discovered we were stuck as the ballast was removed. Eventually, we escaped the confines of the building by reducing the air in the tires and having several residents getting in the back of the vehicle. An interesting way to meet the neighbours, and not a story that is easily forgotten!
