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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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In my youth - about twenty five or so years ago - I found a strong association with that genre of music known as 'punk rock'. I blame, at least in part, people like [personal profile] reddragdiva and his journal "Party Fears" for assisting in this along with venues like The Red Parrot.

My particular tastes in this genre weren't terribly obscure. I was incredibly impressed by the musical diversity and socialist politics of bands like The Clash, especially the Sandinsta! triple-album. But from the other side of the big pond, I really liked The Dead Kennedys; although they weren't as musically diverse (usually sticking to a hard and fast delivery), they were musically very competent and, of course, I found much in common with their left-anarchist politics.

The final song on their second album, Moon Over Marin (youtube) I found particularly striking. A more melodic combination of surf music and punk rock the mental image of the lyrics portrayed environmental dystopia on the scale of science fiction (shades of John Bruner's "Stand on Zanzibar"). 'Marin' of course, is the rather beautiful coastline and peninsula of California that includes the Bay Area.

French punk band Les Thugs do an absolutely superb cover of 'Moon over Marin'. I've been playing it like a heartbroken or angry teenager today. I may as well just admit it; I'm an aging punk who never gave up on its values. No wonder a young shop assistant expressed pleasure at my Clash hoodie a couple of weeks back. I was a little surprised and slightly embarrassed; I guess young people today, like young people then, respect those whose stick to sound principles in politics and taste and don't sell out. I hope that will always be the case.

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