At long last...

Thesis: submitted.

Yesterday I dropped it off at the binders just in time to go see Romeo & Juliet at the Globe, which was wonderful. This afternoon I picked it up from the binders and dropped it off at the College Examinations Office. They promptly dispatched it to my examiners. (There is a rule, about which the college is emphatic, that I am not allowed to send my thesis directly to my examiners. I have no idea why, but apparently it's important.) Now my supervisor will schedule my viva which has to be at least a month (and no more than three months) from today. Meanwhile just about everyone (in number theory) is at Park City, except for me.

Right now it's time for a deep breath and some Belgian beer.

now that he’ll never sing another note

This one's even better.

I thought Ray Smuckles summed it up nicely.

M.T.A.

Gee, think these guys had some influence on the Torrey boys?

Happy Bloomsday!

I'm planning to read Molly's soliloquy today in celebration. "Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel..."

A good day for poetry in general -- I saw this Poem on the Underground today:

LIKE A BEACON

In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother's food
I leave art galleries
in search of plaintains
saltfish/sweet potatoes

I need this link

I need this touch
of home
swinging in my bag
like a beacon
against the cold

Grace Nichols