Shush now, clamoring horde of two people!

This is the woolshed, as photographed at the crack'o'dawn this morning, as I was going to the gym. Not a bad shot, eh!

Well I squeezed a whole lotta goodness out of last weekend, including ascending a few cocks with Choco on Friday evening, and then playing squash the following morning with my half-brother Mark, who, might I add, I've only seen once in the last ~15 years! That went well, and we are going to do it again next weekend. Then I caught up with Steve, by accident actually, at the Vietnamese joint we all go to all the time. Then Steve got me to carry furniture from the Salvo's to his joint a few blocks away. We got reasonably drunk that evening on Coopers Red, and shared a few laffs. Oh, how we laffed. Went for a ride with Choco and his g/f Feebs on Sunday. Climbed for 7kms, then got muddy and lost. Had to backtrack, and only just managed to get the bikes back in the car before it was pitch black. That's the shopping list version of events.

Mondee morning, however, I had a little valentine in my inbox from the Associate Editor who is handling that paper I submitted earlier in the year, the one that I've been blathering on about, which b-roq is convinced is going to score me loads of hot chicks. Well, I got one review back, from Phillipe Loubaton from Université de Marne la Vallée, who is a big wig in the area. His wig is monumental in fact, and smells little like an old dog. In the review, he has said:

"I believe it is one of the best papers on applications of large random matrix to communications systems .... The authors have sketched an apparently new approach to (something boring). Taking into account the number of mathematical works devoted to this problem, this is a quite remarkable point."

So, bugger Viagra.



This was how the Grampians looked this morning from the farm...

Thesis is going well. Did a big stint today after getting home from the gym with shaking hands, ripped up the stuff I had dumped into Chapter 3, then started putting it back together.

I think this update is best wrapped up with a quote from Kanye West and Ludacris. The last line makes me giggle and do my hip-hop dance.

Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out
Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out!"