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The past several days have been an almost novel experience; no study and taking a few days leave from work coupled with public holidays. I know that I recharge quickly in the right circumstances, and given that a few of these days were spent near Apollo Bay on the Otway's coastline in the company of Ruby M., this was exactly the right environment. The Otways coastline this time of year is certainly to my taste with a forested topology that rises sharply from a wild ocean and overcast skies. In many ways, it reminds me of the stark beauty that I find in much of the South Island of Aotearoa New Zealand, and home is where the heart is. The human company added to the healing experience, regaling with tales of their adolescence in these lands, coupled with coastal exploration, lazing by the marina, a memorable luncheon at the local Fisherman's Cooperative, and a local art show featuring pieces by my old friend Kirsten D.

Returning to the city on Friday, I made my way to Erica H's belated birthday party at her Footscray apartment. It was almost entirely a Perth goth reunion from the early 90s with James N., Liana F., Julie A., Rob M., Chiari and Adrian C. and myself in attendance. Leaving in the early hours of the morning I was confronted by a strange individual at the train station who attempted to cast spells on me; your cantrips have no effect on me, prestidigitator. The local scurrying rats were far more pleasant company. The following day I returned with Mel S., for an opshopping run with Erica, and the day after I was in the company of Rama F., Liana F., Balaram M., Carla L., and Isobel for another evening Moroccan food and viewing of Casablanca. The experience was sufficiently enjoyable that there is now talk of a regular themed "dinner and movie" evenings.

But today I am back at work and my mental focus has shifted back into that gear, not the least reviewing recent articles that have been published that made use of the Spartan supercomputer (the solution to the Zodiac 340 cipher has finally made to a formal paper). Another matter that has weighed lightly on my mind in recent weeks is whether to continue further doctoral studies. I have chosen in the affirmative, and have made initial inquiries at two different institutions and on two different topics, one of which provided an almost immediate acceptance of my application. Soon enough, I imagine, I will be back into my regular experience of full-time work and full-time study; if only I could scale beyond that.
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The past weekend I spent down in the Great Otways National Park. It's the fourth time I have had reason to visit, and each has reminded me that I should have done so more often, given its fairly close proximity to Melbourne. The cool rainforest produces a remarkable density of foilage, with emergent and canopy layers of eucalyptus, beech, and blackwood to the dense ferns and fungi of the forest floor. At dusk one witnesses the play of black wallabies, the grumpy howls of koalas, as a cool mist roll in. There is the rugged coastline of the Great Ocean Road, the 1848 Cape Otway lighthouse, and the very accessible Erskine Falls near Lorne. It is certainly a place where my naturalistic pantheism feels at home. Remarkably, and this will leave me somewhat in awe for a while, little of the journey was of my own making, courtesy of the organisation and company of my special friend [livejournal.com profile] lei_loo, whose brother had gifted us the weekend cabin.

I recently 'blogged about the installation process and structure for Eazy-Photoz, "a photometric redshift code designed to produce high-quality redshifts for situations where complete spectroscopic calibration samples are not available". It's a good project, but the authors haven't thought out the software in terms of operating environments. I have also written a piece for The Isocracy Network, A Political Economy for Libertarian Socialism, which I take a difficult elaboration on government and state, public and private, factors of production, class analysis, etc. It is in hindsight that I realised that both were examples of complexity, of attention to detail. The latter concluded with the remark, "a complex truth is preferable to a simple lie", despite the enticements of the former.

Courtesy of a visit to Brendan E., on Australia's tragic excuse for a holiday watched a couple of films last week both in a historical high-fantasy genre; Dracula Untold (2014) and The Great Wall (2016), neither of which were terrible although the "high fantasy" component is a little strong for my tastes in a historical setting. I find myself too influenced by a more graduated disenchantment that suggests a more subtle, "low fantasy" approach for the post-mythic age. Apropos, last night finally watched Sunshine (2007), which really is quite close to being brilliant in terms of characterisation, development, and setting, but marred with a few flaws, or rather questions, that need filling in.

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