July 2006
We are now settled into Bath, in an apartment on one of the busiest streets in the town, but urprisingly quiet once the front windowsare shut. As you probably already know, Bath was a Roman city and its name derives from the old pre-Roman baths here. The Romans,with their acumen for governing conquered lands with minimal effort, merged their Minerva with the Celtic goddess Sulis of these baths. BTW, Minerva is Athena in the Greek pantheon -- these guys were not too fussy about whose gods and goddesses they adopted, a very sensible practice I think. The town (ok, ok, the locals call it a city, but it really ain't!) is rigorously heritage preserved, verypretty, with a magnificent cath edral in the center near the baths.If one is into history, one could really go ga-ga here Now for the let-down. The University of Bath (I am physically ine CS Dept right now) is on top of a hill, but its architecture sucks. Many of its buildings are in the cheap bare concrete mode that was in vogue in the late 50's and for much of the 60's. They call this style "brutalism".
Yokelin has not come to campus with me yet, but when she does she'll be at home -- the Univ of Malaya that was her alma mater is very similar in its tastelessness. What a missed opportunity to emulate the superb ethos of the ancient town below! I had no idea of the topography of the terrain when I arrived; the map innocently showed that it was a mere 5km from my apartment, so I figured I'd walk. Bugger me, after the first flat 1/2 km the road began to climb, andit just got steeper and steeper after that! I made it to the CSD in an hour, sweating (I do not perspire! only women do that!) and looking bemused. When the office staff discovered I had walked here I became a minor hero -- well, at least they made it appear so, but maybe later they laughed among themselves about this Jakun from the antipodes, so bloody polite these Brits. Same day one of Marina's colleagues hands me a fresh-off-the-press Springer volume edited by him of an AAMAS w/s on social norms and agents for me toread. That's what I am doing in the evenings.
Private matters now, so stop reading if you do not know the dramatis personae. Our elder son Kerwyn and his spouse Amanda come up from London late Friday night to spend Saturday with us. Amanda's maternal family has ancient roots in Somerset, the county in which Bath is situated, and would you believe in conjunctions! her momand dad were also visiting relatives here. So on Saturday we all drove around the countryside snooping in villages of those relatives. Good lord, there was a lot of inbreeding those bygone days as people were not mobile! I'll attach a pic of yours truly in one of the villages; look at real Tudor cottage in the background.
We are now settled into Bath, in an apartment on one of the busiest streets in the town, but urprisingly quiet once the front windowsare shut. As you probably already know, Bath was a Roman city and its name derives from the old pre-Roman baths here. The Romans,with their acumen for governing conquered lands with minimal effort, merged their Minerva with the Celtic goddess Sulis of these baths. BTW, Minerva is Athena in the Greek pantheon -- these guys were not too fussy about whose gods and goddesses they adopted, a very sensible practice I think. The town (ok, ok, the locals call it a city, but it really ain't!) is rigorously heritage preserved, verypretty, with a magnificent cath edral in the center near the baths.If one is into history, one could really go ga-ga here Now for the let-down. The University of Bath (I am physically ine CS Dept right now) is on top of a hill, but its architecture sucks. Many of its buildings are in the cheap bare concrete mode that was in vogue in the late 50's and for much of the 60's. They call this style "brutalism".
Yokelin has not come to campus with me yet, but when she does she'll be at home -- the Univ of Malaya that was her alma mater is very similar in its tastelessness. What a missed opportunity to emulate the superb ethos of the ancient town below! I had no idea of the topography of the terrain when I arrived; the map innocently showed that it was a mere 5km from my apartment, so I figured I'd walk. Bugger me, after the first flat 1/2 km the road began to climb, andit just got steeper and steeper after that! I made it to the CSD in an hour, sweating (I do not perspire! only women do that!) and looking bemused. When the office staff discovered I had walked here I became a minor hero -- well, at least they made it appear so, but maybe later they laughed among themselves about this Jakun from the antipodes, so bloody polite these Brits. Same day one of Marina's colleagues hands me a fresh-off-the-press Springer volume edited by him of an AAMAS w/s on social norms and agents for me toread. That's what I am doing in the evenings.
Private matters now, so stop reading if you do not know the dramatis personae. Our elder son Kerwyn and his spouse Amanda come up from London late Friday night to spend Saturday with us. Amanda's maternal family has ancient roots in Somerset, the county in which Bath is situated, and would you believe in conjunctions! her momand dad were also visiting relatives here. So on Saturday we all drove around the countryside snooping in villages of those relatives. Good lord, there was a lot of inbreeding those bygone days as people were not mobile! I'll attach a pic of yours truly in one of the villages; look at real Tudor cottage in the background.