“Well, I mean, yes idealism, yes the dignity of pure research, yes the pursuit of truth in all its forms, but there comes a point I'm afraid where you begin to suspect that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs. And if it comes to a choice between spending yet another ten million years finding that out, and on the other hand just taking the money and running, then I for one could do with the exercise.”
- Douglas Adams
:)
In other news: I've ridden Lizzy (does that sound slightly pornographic?) for hours between my last update and just now. We've been to: the store to buy food, the University and back, and a field we love to visit just half an hour (by foot) away from our house. Yesterday evening, tired from my day of cycling (by day I mean an hour. But it felt like years, going up the hill), I slithered into my pyjamas and crawled into bed at 7:30 pm. The Man decided that the best cure for exercise-induced exhaustion was more exercise. Oddly enough, I agreed with him! We cycled slowly (to avoid slugs on the path) to said field. You approach it via a footpath that has river on one side and blocks of flats on the other. You go through a small underpass, rejoin the footpath, and then there's a small tunnel. You go through the tunnel, and on the other side is a field. The path just stops. Over the tunnel there's the road, on which cars are zooming at about a hundred miles an hour. The field has cows in it, and the river runs through it, and the sun sets on the horizon. We sat on the slope overlooking the field, and watched the water and the cows and the sunset. Without meaning to create a simplistic division, we were in a completely different world from the one zooming to or from work just over our heads. I drew up my knees, and sat and stared, and the Man put his arm around my shoulders, and stared too. Then we raced home, ate our dinner, and I fell asleep 5 minutes after the last bite. Good stuff.
- Douglas Adams
:)
In other news: I've ridden Lizzy (does that sound slightly pornographic?) for hours between my last update and just now. We've been to: the store to buy food, the University and back, and a field we love to visit just half an hour (by foot) away from our house. Yesterday evening, tired from my day of cycling (by day I mean an hour. But it felt like years, going up the hill), I slithered into my pyjamas and crawled into bed at 7:30 pm. The Man decided that the best cure for exercise-induced exhaustion was more exercise. Oddly enough, I agreed with him! We cycled slowly (to avoid slugs on the path) to said field. You approach it via a footpath that has river on one side and blocks of flats on the other. You go through a small underpass, rejoin the footpath, and then there's a small tunnel. You go through the tunnel, and on the other side is a field. The path just stops. Over the tunnel there's the road, on which cars are zooming at about a hundred miles an hour. The field has cows in it, and the river runs through it, and the sun sets on the horizon. We sat on the slope overlooking the field, and watched the water and the cows and the sunset. Without meaning to create a simplistic division, we were in a completely different world from the one zooming to or from work just over our heads. I drew up my knees, and sat and stared, and the Man put his arm around my shoulders, and stared too. Then we raced home, ate our dinner, and I fell asleep 5 minutes after the last bite. Good stuff.
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