Friday, December 30, 2005

Ruth comes home

Dear Great Gran,
I understand you've seen some of the photos by Sean & Sue from Ruth's first day (and when she still had a squished head!).
Colin and Lorraine formed a welcoming party for Ruth and Julie's homecoming on Thursday - they took this photo of us once we got in. (NB: Ruth's head is less squished by now - she is just a but blurred in this photo!)


And here are the paternal grandparents with Ruth.


Julie and Ruth having a breather.

I expect there will be more on this theme in the near future!
much love,
Brendan

At home with Ruth

Dear Great Gran,
Colin and Lorraine enjoyed morning tea with Ruth this morning before heading back home. It is a stinker of a day - but it was pleasant on the back porch until 11 am.


This photo was taken just a few minutes ago - she is a really good sleeper!

Her hair colour looks less black and is a lighter brown now, but if she is anything like her parents were when they were babies then she will lose all her hair for quite a while before any more grows!
much love
Brendan

Scrolls, Capes and Big Floppy Hats

Dear Gran,
sorry for the delay in posting these photos. Here is Julie putting on her hat back on after being given a blue cape from the nice man who was also wearing a big floppy hat. He also gave her something in a roll - and I'm not sure if anyone's checked what it is yet!

And here Julie is after the ceremony. The floppy hat was very useful in keeping off the hot sun.

Julie also got photographed with a couple of snappily dressed people.

Don't they look mighty proud of her!
much love
Brendan

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Neil & Sue Visit

Dear Gran

Our latest guests have now departed to fairer climes (although the late summer weather is holding out pretty well here). Here is the obligatory Schloss Cecilienhof photo.


And here in front of the Orangerie Schloss you also get a better view of their ingeneous Klapräder. Actually, their bikes were damaged en route here and required a morning spent at various bike shops to fix - hopefully they will prove more robust in future!


Finally, we have become devoted customers of Potsdam's Maison du Chocolat
although, as you can see, Neil wasn't tempted by the Hausspezialität.

love from,
Brendan

Sunday, September 18, 2005

99 Red Luft Balloons

Dear Gran
Yesterday Julie, Oliver and I went on the second of this year's berlin bike ride with thousands of others. It happened to be held the day before the federal election was held here, although the bike ride was planned first. Unlike the June event, yesterday stayed dry and there was big turn out.

Here we are riding down Karl Marx Allee.

So political parties were giving out balloons for people to carry on their bicycles. It was a little bit like the 99 Red Luft Balloons german pop song from almost 20 years ago except in addition to about a hundred red balloons there were many thousands of green balloons. (Although I believe that the original song in German was simply called "99 Luft Balloons" and there was no mention of colour. The red was just added to make the words fit into English, because, as we all know, english numbers are at least a syllable shorter than german numbers.)

Here are the backs of Julie and Oliver riding towards the Golden Angel of the Siegesaule victory column.

In case you are wondering what these balloons might mean signify for the election results, allow me to explain. Red is the colour used by two of the left parties the SPD and the PDS. The current ruling coalition are Red-Green coalition because the SPD are in coalition with the Gruen party (who use the colour green). Orange is the colour of the conservative CDU, but I did not see any orange balloons. Now, the red balloons at the bike ride had PDS, not SPD, markings on them - although I think some people were flying them because they had mistaken them for SPD balloons. I certainly had.

Other people had combined red and green balloons together - which might have meant that their preferences were undecided or that they would like another coalition government (although whether SPD-Gruen or PDS-Gruen, I couldn't say). But then again these Red-Green balloon people may have been just getting into the festive spirit - particularly because many of them were children!
love from
Brendan

Andrew, Meg and Pete Visit

Dear Gran
Last week we had a visit from Andrew, Meg and (Meg's) Pete.
Here we are at night at Hackesher's Hoefe (a tourist mecca.)

As you can see Andrew has got pretty good with his new camera.

We decided this office courtyard near our home was like a disco.

Actually I can see now, in hindsight, that perhaps it was just me who decided that it was like a disco.

Meg adopted Julie's bike for our day trip to Potsdam whilst Andrew and Pete adopted laid back cruiser attitudes to go with their laid back cruiser rental bikes.


Finally, a picture of Andrew in the act of doing something he does very well.


love from
Brendan

Friday, September 09, 2005

Cherie in Bärlin part 2

Dear Gran,
The Indian Summer over the last 2 weeks has been amazing: Cherie (and her inseparable friend) couldn't have timed the visit better.

At Wansee (the water temperature was great for swimming)

Kaffee und Kuchen in Mitte.

At Pariser Platz/Brandenburger Tor.

At the Symphonie.

At Schloss Cecilienhof.
Cherie has moved on to Italy for a couple of weeks and we are expecting Andrew, Meg and Pete on Sunday.
huru
Brendan

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Cherie in Bärlin

Dear Gran,

Cherie has arrived here in time to enjoy beautiful late summer weather and also in time to escape awful weather back home. I took Cherie to the world time clock at Alexanderplatz so we could compare the actual time here with what her body clock time was saying. If the world time clock displayed calendar dates as well as hours, I’m pretty sure it would read a date from the 1960s.

As yellow leaves appear on the trees, the Bärliners are making the most of every sunny day here. Apparently the locals know the body cannot store vitamin D for long periods, but you could forgive them for trying it anyway.

We are looking forward to some culture events with Cherie this week – outdoor cinema and two symphony concerts.

Love from
Brendan

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Paris weekend (artichokes, no robots).

Dear Gran,

Last weekend I visited my friend Andreas, who I studied with at ANU. He now has a job at a university just outside Paris and is enjoying all things French, particularly the food. But in his heart he would like to return home to Sweden.


We made some obligatory tourist stops--- the lovely church at Montmatre, Notre Dame, the Louvre (only the outside and the bit under the pyramid, which you will probably remember featured in the Da Vinci Code ). We also visited some nice bookshops--- a second-hand one near Notre Dame, and one with some excellent maths books. Andreas says that maths is very popular in France, and it is not uncommon for even mainstream bookshops to have a decent maths section.



Went shopping at some of his local markets. The figs you can see here are the best I have ever tasted--- it was like eating jam directly from the jar. I was particularly interested in these peaches--- they are quite flat in shape, like the shape of a dried fig, and they all pack into their boxes efficiently. I can imagine that they would be rather practical for bottling. Some huge lovely artichokes--- they are out of season here in Berlin, but not in France. And I bought some cheese home for Brendan and his sister Cherie, who is visiting us now.

Thanks for your email- we are looking forward to seeing the new paint in the laundry. Much love,

Julie.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

More robots, no artichokes

Dear Gran,

We haven't been going out much lately, but last Wednesday the weather seemed fine enough to brave the outdoor cinema. The Kino is in Volkspark Friedrichshain, a large park near us. It has quite a big amphitheatre, and you can choose between lying on the grass, sitting on park benches, or sitting at little tables (with candles on them for the complete cabaret atmosphere).

It seemed very appropriate to watch the classic silent film Metropolis by the German expressionist director Fritz Lang. It came out in 1927 so was probably one of the last silent blockbusters. It's funny seeing those films--- in one moment they seem quaint and old-fashioned but in the next you're impressed by the vision and the skill they were shot with.

Just like noticing how many cliches Shakespeare used in his play, this is one of those films that seem familiar from the number of references that other films make to it.

The basic story is that the pampered inhabitants of the 'City of the Sun' are supported by the toiling masses of workers from the WorkerCity underground. The son of the engineer/ruler of the upper city catches sight of a girl from the lower class, falls in love (of course), follows her underground, and is horrified by the conditions below. Industrial accidents, mad scientists, evil robots acting as agent provocateurs, night clubs, dancing Grim Reapers, everything exploding and diverse high jinks follow, up to a festive witchburning and the mad scientist schlepping the girl up to the roof.

Everyone well here, Brendan has been hard at work on his thesis, and I am pleased because I got a paper accepted to a journal.

Much love to you,

Julie.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Distant Relations

Dear Gran,
We met up with another of Julie's long lost relatives on Friday night and I am not referring to the inflatable dinosaur (although admittedly the smile bears an uncanny resemblance) but rather to Suzanne, her first cousin once removed on the Swiss-Brazilian side.

As Julie and Suzanne have never met, Suzanne bought the inflatable dinosaur so that we would recognise her at the rendezvous point on the busy footpath next to busy Friedrichstrasse station (which is a trick that I am sure has alreadybeen used by cold war secret agents rendezvousing at that very same spot). The photo is us enjoying drinks by the river at Museum Insel in a brief burst of summer sunshine (followed by some after dinner rain).
love from
Brendan

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Sommer Wetter

Dear Gran

I have been impressed by how much a language phrase book can tell you about a country’s culture and climate before you visit. I remember our Mandarin phrasebook had instructions on what you’ll need to say to the taxi driver:

“Look out for that cyclist carrying 8 large pigs!”

“Please slow down!”

“This is it, we’re going to die!”

The German phrasebook, on the other hand, was full of useful everyday conversation tips such as:

“Heute ist das Wetter furchtbar!” (Today the weather is horrible.)

“Es geist, wieder mal!” (It’s bucketing down, once again.)

“Schick du doch sie darunter, Uwe!” (Send her down, Huey!)

“Ich hatte gerne ein einzelfahrt flugticket nach Spanien.” (A one way plane ticket to Spain, please.)

As I think Neil has observed, the word for weather here is both a noun in German and an adjective for German weather in English. Sean emailed us a meteorological sattelite image to show that it does rain in Canberra and we are waiting for a sunny day here before we send one back.

huru
Brendan

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Auf der Spur der Lecker Kost

Dear Gran,
On the trail of delicious food here means not having to wander too far…

Summer evenings often means a stroll over the river bridge to our favourite gelati shop. The gelati itself is more than enough reason to go, but I also enjoy being part of the street theatre of people continuously arriving, queuing, agonising over choosing flavours, eating and sitting for a while before moving on. The shop itself is just a counter facing a footpath, but the Turkish staff really enjoy setting the scene: the counter is festooned with all the fresh gelati ingredients (coconuts, cantaloupes, vanilla beans, walnuts, strawberries, mangoes, plums, peaches etc) and the footpath is decorated with flowers, potted palms, balloons and candles.

The Saturday morning market is also just a few blocks away at the local square, Boxhagener Platz. This year marks the 100th year that the weekly market has been continuously running. We enjoy making a circuit of the tree-lined park whilst hunting for fresh food and choosing between German and Multi-Kulti cooked food. The Mauritian-style spiced fish dish made a particularly good lunch today…

Love from
Brendan

Friday, July 15, 2005

Dramatic Events in London

Dear Gran,

I am glad to be home, once again, after spending a week in London! Last Thursday morning was of course chaotic and confusing but, like most of London, I spent most of the morning believing that it was a power surge had stopped the Underground network. I did become worried when all the buses also stopped running but did not know what had happened for sure until I saw a TV image of the bombed bus in a café at midday. It was not until Friday that I heard from Andrew, Teresa and Jake that they were all fine. I was impressed with how London made a determined show of returning to life-and-business-as-usual straight after the terrorist attacks.

I enjoyed meeting up with Andrew on Saturday afternoon and cycling around Greenwich, Canary Wharf and over Tower Bridge at sunset. Cycling in London is apparently a bit more popular after Thursday’s events, but I am surprised that so few Londoners get around town by pushbikes or motorbikes. It is much quicker and pleasanter than sitting on a crowded, overheated double-decker bus stuck in traffic and London is a milder climate that cycle-mad places like Copenhagen.

A highlight of my week was seeing the rather tragic Shakespeare comedy Pericles, Prince of Tyre in the Globe Theatre on the south bank of the Thames. The newly reconstructed theatre stands within a few hundred metres of where the original once stood. The publicity photo shows how the acrobatic performance makes full use of the intimate open-air theatre. I got one of the 700 available five quid standing tickets so I was very happy to give a standing ovation at the end of the 3 hours performance!

Love from

Brendan



the globe

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Pane, Cafe e Gelati

Dear Gran,

Before we all went walking in the Alps, we rendezvoused at Pisa and here’s the four of us in front of the baptistery. The ceiling inside the building is shaped like the inside of a giant bell and the uniformed ticket collector (!) sang three loud, long notes that reverberated harmoniously together in the space and ran right through our bodies.

Next stop was a little fishing village near Grossetto, in southern Tuscany, for a couple of nights to visit Teresa’s grandfather and step grandmother. Teresa’s Nonno is 89 years old and, although he has a weather beaten appearance, he has the sprightliness of someone a quarter of his age. Over two delicious meals of freshly cooked seafood at their house, I found myself wondering if I could remain in such good shape as Nonno when I am 89 simply by eating as well as he did every day? Or would I also have to work like him every day until I was 89 for four hours at dawn and another four hours at dusk on a commercial fishing boat?

From Grossetto we went to Siena for a day’s wandering and here Teresa and I tried to blend into the background scenery.

Following Siena and our Alps walk, we went visiting the five towns of Cinque Terre on the coast of Liguria for two nights. Each town is a picturesque fishing village connected by two hours walk along cliff-top tracks, which includes time for some excellent swimming and gelatis.

If we have learnt one thing since last summer in Poland, it is that swimming in the Mediterranean is much better than the Baltic...whoever would’ve thought!

Julie heeded the call of Science and returned home, but the three of us went on to Rome. At St Peter's, Jake and I upheld the long tradition of Australian males in summer (e.g. Neil, Peter etc) and were bounced at the door for wearing shorts (though we had some backup trousers with us). Another tourist told us that people were being refused entry into Greek churches if they were wearing sandals - and to think the Greeks practically invented sandals! It makes me think of how quickly traditions change. I suppose not so very long ago that our culture expected women to wear hats outdoors (or at least to church) and today some of us fuss about islamic women covering their heads in public...

A few days visiting Ancient Rome and Renaissance Rome was great, it's just a shame I had to experience hot, dirty, noisey and overpriced Modern Rome in order to do it! Catching the train back to Pisa, I could overhear a loud Australian couple talking in the next carriage to a quieter Italian. The Italian asked a question that I couldn't hear, but the Aussie's answer was a very emphatic: "No, we don't know why all Australians are like that. Sorry!!" Now, that really left me thinking!

Love from

Brendan

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Alpi Apuane

Dear Gran,

Brendan has returned from roaming-in-Rome, with the camera, so I can show you some of the photos from our little holiday in Tuscany, with our Adelaide friends Jake and Teresa.

As always, we tried to see too much, and consequently spent too much time on hot, confusing trains- or worse, waiting on hot, confusing station platforms. At the end of one afternoon doing just that, we finally made it around dusk to a railway town somewhere near our pension. The owner of the pension came and picked us up (by this time we had missed the last bus). He took us up a narrow valley lined with marble quarries and marble-mills (I'm not sure if that's the right word- the places where they make the marble into big square blocks, or long and narrow gravestone shapes, or chips...) . The Alpi Apuane (and in particular, Carrera) is famous for marble; some mountain tops look snow covered, even now the middle of summer. Anyway, up and yet further up we went. We left the last town behind, and lurched along an unsealed road. Finally, just as the sun was setting, we reached a little stone house in the middle of the forest, on the edge of the hill. It was like arriving in heaven, way up there. Heaven with home-made pasta. And lots of goats, which I'm sure is theologically dodgy.

The only problem with this place was that the next morning we were sorely tempted to stay there for the next couple of days, rather than walk around the mountains as planned. Anyway, we set off. The next two days we walked around the mountains, beginning with a spectacular rock arch (the locals say that a plane could fly through it).



We stayed overnight at a rifugi (refuge!), where they provided beds and dinner--- it certainly was much easier just carrying a day pack, rather than food, tents, bedding and the rest.



In the photo above, you can just make out Jake and Teresa resting on the outcrop in the middle of the picture, and if you peer even closer, me walking along the track at the bottom right. (You can make the photo bigger by clicking on it). In places the path was lined with gravel, which was of course marble chips. Like walking on someone's grave. But with better scenery. We didn't see much wild life, except for green lizards and many beautiful insects.



Our walk ended up in yet another tiny village. Up above the town, you can see the arch in the ridge.


I wish we had spent more time in the mountains. I will write more about the other places we went later (have you gotten the postcard yet?).

Mum says you have a cold- I hope you are not too miserable. As they say here "gute Besserung!" (good recovery- or as we would say, get better!)

Much love as always,

Julie.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Robots and Artichokes

Dear Gran,

Last night we went to the Lange Nacht der Wissenschaft (the long night of science). This is when all the scientific institutions in Berlin--- the universities, the musueums, the research laboratories--- open their doors from about 5pm to 1am and demonstrate stuff.

Our group has a stand with bubbles (demonstrating minimal surfaces) and my professor gave a public lecture. But the highlight of the night--- at least in the computers/mathematical sciences departments--- is always the robot soccer team, the 'FU Fighters'.

Shot at goal (missed!)The orange ball is a golf ball.

In food news, we have been getting delicious artichokes from the market. And looking forward to eating in Tuscany!



Much love,

Julie.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Die Lange Schlange

Dear Gran,
The long snake of the annual Berlin bike ride wound its way through the city streets today to celebrate world environment day.

The ride starts at advertised points around the city and over several hours different streams of riders converge to form one large river flowing towards the Branderburger Tor. Actually, the road was already flowing like a large river when I joined the ride near our house at midday. Frequent bursts of torrential rain, thunder and lighting kept many people at home (including one half of our household) and this meant only a fraction of the expected 250,000 riders turned out.

The police escort closed traffic on all roads, including two autobahns for the ride. However, I still experienced all the usual autobahn problems including: lengthy delays as traffic jammed around the entry ramps (top photo above), no speed limits are the exception rather than the rule (e.g. there was a 60 km/h limit in the tunnel, above photo), and irrational behaviour caused traffic jams (e.g. people stopping inside the tunnel exit as they didn’t want to go back out into the rain.)


I managed to dry out cycling through Charlottenburg (above photo) but copped a drenching in the final stretch past the Siegesaule to Brandenburger Tor.

Love from,
Brendan

Monday, May 30, 2005

Oberwolfach

Dear Gran,

This week I am at a conference in Oberwolfach. Oberwolfach is a funny place; it is conference centre devoted only to mathematics, in a rather remote valley in the Black Forest.

It is a fulfilment of a widely-shared mathematician's fantasy--- an isolated place with few distractions from mathematics, a large group of interested colleagues, large amounts of food served regularly, an excellent library and lecture hall, no distractions from family, discreet staff who clean up after them and so on. Monasticism without deprivation.



(This is someone else's photo from earlier in the year- now the trees are fully-leaved).

It has fixed traditions. A bell is rung for meals. Your name is assigned to a random table at every meal time. There are five meals a day (breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper).

Wednesday afternoons are reserved for a hike up the mountain. You must sign the visitors book, where you may also write down current open problems. You must hand-write a short description of your talk in another book (I have the job of conference reporter; it is my responsibility to make sure that this is done, and also to compile a printed report from the whole conference).

This afternoon I realised what a perfect place for an Agatha Christie-type Krimi it would be; the isolated setting, the different rooms (the Music Room, the Computer Room, the Journals Room, the Pingpong Room...), the choice of murder weapons (um, the large volume on geometric measure theory, the other big book about K theory... OK, not so exciting choice of weapons), the ambitious and sometimes competitive atmosphere...

On the last point, even though I think mathematicians are often not ambitious with respect to money or position (beyond getting a permanent position with not too much dull teaching), they are sometimes extremely competitive with respect to getting credit for their work. I notice on tomorrow's list of talks that there are two talks, directly after each other, announcing exactly the same result. Rumour has it that one of the speakers had been working on the problem for a long time, but the other one published first. We are looking forward to some excitement.

This has shades of the famous Leibniz-Newton priority dispute, about who invented the calculus first. It is fairly clear that Newton discovered it first, but did not publish it. Leibniz published it first, but much later, and probably after he knew that Newton had done something similar. It is unclear whether Leibniz copied, but I think it was unfair of Newton not to publish for so long (maybe 20 years) after he had done it.

Interestingly, Leibniz's formulation was much more practical and useful, and is more used today.

As you can see in the photo, the Institut is surrounded by forest; this evening I went for a little walk and discovered that it is called the Black Forest due to the extremely dark bark of the fir trees. Or that is my theory, anyway.

Much love,

Julie.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Monkey Heat!

Dear Gran,
Affen Hitze! is how the newspaper described this week's mid thirties temperatures. So yesterday, Josh, Emily and I went swimming in the lakes in Gruenewald.

The water was warm, even though in early March this is where we could walk on top of the frozen lake. The air is full of white seed pods from trees that drift slowly down like snow and they fall so thick in places that it also makes the ground white.
love
Brendan

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Andrew's Visit

Dear Gran,

As you can see from the previous entry, we did not have long to wait for our next guest to arrive! On Saturday morning, Andrew and I visited the recently opened Jewish Holocaust Memorial. As is appropriate for a German federal memorial, it is located in the heart of the capital close to the the Reichstag.

The memorial is made of thousands of grey blank concrete slabs. In theory this should be sombre enough but in practice it is a bit of a temptation for tourists to use it as a giant playground and play hide and seek. To find out what all these acres of concrete is supposed to be about, you have to queue up in a long line to go down into an underground information centre.

On Saturday afternoon, we all went cycling in Gruenewald Forest with Julie’s colleague Oliver and his stupendous Liegerad. Oliver is quick to inflict his infernal contraption on all newcomers and – as you can see – Andrew was no exception.

A short while later: here is Oliver, a reclining Andrew, a speedy Julie and a crouched rollerblader slipstreaming behind another cyclist. Oliver made us delicious Rosti for dinner.

On Sunday, we made a daytrip to Spreewald with Josh, Emily and the Joker II. This is a forest and canal district where farmers traditionally grow very big gherkins and even bigger mosquitoes.


We had fun messing about on the canals in a Dreier kayak and a Zweier kayak, but don’t be fooled by the sunshine: we all got drenched in torrential rain during a Donner und Blitzen Sturm.
love from

Brendan

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