A walk in the light haze of Pannonhalma. The Archabbey is beautifully maintained and wonderfully well-kept, as are the grounds. As one of the iconic Benedictine abbeys of Hungary and part of the UNESCO world heritage, it is definitely worth a visit.
Courtesy of a buddy in satellite reconnaissance, he sent me a few of these t-shirts of a project so secret, they did not even allow an official mission patch to be designed. The (somewhat clumsy) Latin on the patch translates to “I could tell you… but then I would have to kill you.”
I found this t-shirt as a stocking stuffer for my dad, who still doesn’t really know what I do for a living, other than that it has ‘to do with viruses’ (yeah… almost, Dad.). Epidemiology geeks, there’s hope: here’s your chance to make your parents proud this Christmas!
Two pounds of top grade Hungarian venison most of a bottle of Cabernet Franc Time for the Christmas season’s first slow-cooked venison stew!
The wife has a new coworker. She’s very fluffy but occasionally needs boops on her noes. We pay her in cuddles and in food, of course. Lots of it
I only had an hour or so to go through them but can already see the difference between these books and the rest of the SDR literature out there. Instead of clobbering the reader with heavy maths out of the gate or reading like something written by radio anoraks for radio anoraks, the Clarks’ books read easy while going deep. If you have any interest in sdr radio or are as lucky as I was to have picked up a HackRF for Christmas, you MUST get these books!
One of the best things about my job is traveling to new (or in this case, old) places. And yet it wasn’t until I had a home to go home to that I began to appreciate the wide world. Always on the road, existence is a sort of fleeting limbo. But if you have an Ithaca to yearn home for, a Penelope whose arms await you, you suddenly understand. It’s in being away that we discover our home. It is in home that we discover away.
Returning to a place from one’s old life is always a complex experience. I’ve spent a year studying in this town, a mere decade ago: yet today, it feels like an eternity or a past life. So much has changed since then, and I barely recognise the man I was.
Back when I lived in Leiden, I was attached to the law faculty, housed in Kammerlingh Onnes’s old lab. If you had told me then that a decade and a bit later I would be back, but as a data scientist working with a client nearby, I would have laughed. Data science wasn’t even a thing back then, and while I was always into statistics and maths, I never saw myself doing it as a career until (relatively) quite recently. And so, to return to a town that holds all these memories from a past life is strange to say the least. Strange – but not necessarily unpleasant!