I dropped out of Modern Literature, because I don't have enough background knowledge, and wasn't going to be able to read enough material to get up to speed for it. I took up Non-Classical Logic instead, which I feel much better about, and while I'm still a long way behind (I didn't get into the subject until the end of the third week) it's more my thing, and I'm finding it challenging but fulfilling.
Functional Programming is interesting, and I'm liking Haskell more the more I learn about it. There was an assignment due yesterday, 2000 words but only worth 12%, so I decided I'd rather take the time to try and get on top of everything else. I still did the reading and some of the research required for the assignment though, so I have some idea what it was about. I'm just not so interested in marks anymore, and am happy enough to have the knowledge.
The 4th year project is going fairly well. I ordered the parts and they arrived in under a week (although one part got stuck in the university's internal mail for a week on top of that) and my supervisor was happy to cover the amount we were over budget by out of her personal research grant, which is cool. The only problem is that now I really have to start doing some work. Details of the project as they become available are being noted at this site.
On the work front, being head tutor is a lot of work, but I definitely feel like I'm learning a lot about it, and that it'll get much easier as I get more experienced. The last few weeks have been crazy with one assignment being submitted and another handed out (and that coinciding with two of my own assignments being due). I've also got work at one of the residential colleges on campus, and teach from the highest room in the central tower of a sandstone castle, which is pretty cool. I've also got work converting the computer science departments webpages into a form acceptable to their new CMS, as well as an offer of programming work on some teaching aids used in computer science. All up I've really got more work than I've got time to do, but it's good because most of it is flexible enough that they're willing to wait for me to have time to do it.
Finally got around to stripping the damaged parts off my bike today, and it didn't take as long as I expected, and the damage was all up less severe than I had thought it would be, so that's all good. My parents came down briefly on their way to Tasmania to go riding/camping for 4 weeks, and they saw the state of the bike, and after some discussion mum got over it and told me she's got plenty of spare parts I can have to fix up my bike, so the accident damage should all be repaired in the next 2-3 weeks. The engine wear I'm hoping to have a go at fixing in the mid-year break, and mum has the parts I need for that too, so it's all good. Fixing up the bike was actually really good today, it was productive and left me feeling happy. I even took it for a spin around the block and man did it feel good, it even kicked over first time and sounded happy to be running again. I've really missed riding it.
With life and love things are going well. I sometimes worry that I'm being a fool and the eternal optimist, but I think things are going really well with Jacqui and I. I spend inordinate amounts of time with her, and have met a fairly large proportion of her extended family, and they all seem to like me, which is good. There's plenty more going on in my mind, but it will have to wait until another day. On Thursday, Jacqui and I are driving up to Canberra to spend some time with my family this Easter, and so she can visit friends of hers that live in Sydney, and while I'm looking forward to it, I'm a little bit worried about the amount of work that is going to follow me up there.
I found a copy of Tom Robbin's "Still Life With Woodpecker" a few weeks ago in a second hand bookshop, and my life is complete.
Oh, and I'm going to be an uncle soon.
"We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first." -- Anonymous
"Beauty is not in the face; Beauty is a light in the heart." -- Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)