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3rd March, 2007

Recipe for happiness:  Take lots of sunshine and put it in the outdoors.   Add exercise until the cheeks go pink and then a dash more.   Mix in a few friends and enjoy.   For a seasonal variation, spend the day chasing pink boats up and down the river like a dog chasing after a stick, or perhaps like a racing greyhound chasing the fake rabbit on the track.   Unfortunately, I haven't managed to retrieve any boats and bring them back yet, but I'm sure that I'm manage it one day.   It's all about the hope, right?   And this morning I will be back at the boat house, with my lead in my mouth, pattering round in circles at the door, asking with big brown eyes whether anyone will take out a boat that I can go and chase.   Please?   Small whine and big eyes again?

It's the last day of the Lent Bumps (see here for an explanation), if you're wondering what all of this is about...
22nd March, 2007

It's been brought to my attention that quite a lot of people look at this page but there's not currently a lot to see, so I guess I should write some more...     I don't spend my whole time in, on and around boats, but I've got lots of pictures of boats.  Below are a couple taken last weekend of the Churchill women's crew rowing in the Head of the River Race on the Thames.
I've mostly been preparing for Science Week and my life has been invaded by rather petulant giant soap bubbles.   I keep trying to do some proper physics but it's been getting a bit lost.   Today I came up with a little mathematical theory about the difference between spherical and pyramidal indenters when they poke into metals... I was happy but perhaps bubbles have more popular appeal.     An example of the sort of pretty picture I've been producing is on the right here, for the terminally enthusiastic.
Kari, Kristen, Heather, Ulrike, me, Liz, Sarah, Kat and Kenny
18th April, 2007

One happy week of exercise in the sunshine on the Thames and then a diving competition in Southampton is a fantastic recipe for showing off really bad tan marks.   The photo on the left (not the tidiest pike shape ever, apologies to my coaches) is actually from a competition a couple of years ago, so it doesn't show it, but I think I was doing a fair impression of a vertical zebra crossing this weekend.   Well, a spinning zebra crossing in freefall, perhaps.      And after this week in the lab, I've got geometric nightmares... I'm being chased by a giant angle A and being stared at by a sobbing angle B, upset because I can't tell it where it belongs in life.    Such is the heavy burden that scientists carry, responsible for the mental well-being of purely hypothetical objects.   Hmmm.