I meet with Fred, my advisor, every Thursday at noon. This week, in addition to the usual temporary release from the stress of feeling like I've not accomplished anything in the intervening week, I received some disconcerting news. The other student of Fred's who came here from Brandeis is returning to Boston.
I haven't talked to him, so I don't know his reasons for going back. I imagine the financial strain of living in London on a Brandeis stipend (in U.S. dollars) might suffice, but trying to finish your thesis when your advisor resides in another country must be at least equally difficult.
Meanwhile, the fire alarm in our building went off last night at 2 am. I never appreciated this particular undergraduate prank even when I was in their position of usually being awake at that time. Now that I am normally asleep at that hour, and planning on getting up not so very many hours later, it's downright obnoxious.
On a brighter note, I'll go to the Nippon Club for Go night tonight. Hopefully I'll get some more good games to send to Guo Juan for my lesson on Tuesday.
My roommates seem to be a good bunch of people. Imram (from Pakistan) cracks me up. I guess the Chinese guys had suggested that he should learn how to use chopsticks. He said he doesn't even know how to do his own laundry. While Hao uses his £400 German pot to concoct elaborate Chinese soups, Imram ravenously devours his undercooked frozen pizza. I commiserated with him about boring inductions--if you can't navigate the web page on your own, what are you doing in a postgraduate program at King's College? Then I helped Yiassin (from Greece) download the program he needed to install his new Greek-English dictionary.