Italy

Well I’m back from a one week trip to Italy to teach at “GII Scuola di Dottoratio in Ingegneria Informatica” held at the University of Siena.
We arrived into Rome on Saturday after spending a good portion of our time on the Detriot/Rome flight playing the inflight trivia game. Nothing like a slow trivia game to pass the hours. In Rome we stayed in the Hotel Forum, which is very centerally located, just a stones throw from these ruins
Civilizations Do Fall
and a hop skip and a jump to a certain, very famous, fountain:
Doofus
On Sunday we made our way to Florence, where we did the requisite looking at some cathedrals
Church Halos
Unfortunately we didn’t get the chance to see it, but apparently Galileo’s embalmed finger is in Florence. I wonder which finger it was? Actually I also would have liked to see if the church where Galileo sat timing the period of the swings of the chandeleers allowed h
After Florence, we headed to Siena. Siena is a very beautiful medieval town on a hill. It is filled with tourists. We were there just after Siena’s famous Palio horse race. In the Palio di Siena, the seventeen different neighborhoods (contrades) of Siena compete against each other for grand bragging rights and a whole lot of pride. While we missed the actual race, the team that won this years race had not won in over forty years. Needless to say, this meant that they were still celebrated when we arrived, and, we were told, would continue to celebrate for as many days as years since they had last won the Palio! Part of this celebration involves things like going into enemy contrades late at night and pounding drums and singing songs taunting the enemy.
While in Siena, I taught here
I Taught Here
Well, actually the venue where I taught was the school of Economis at the University of Siena, whose entrance is just to the right of this large church. I taught twelve hours of lectures to computer science and engineering graduate students on quantum computing. The lectures went well, I think, and they really treated us very nicely in Siena.
Before leaving on Saturday, I got a chance to do some siteseeing. I felt right at home…here are some Popes

Before the twenty four hour trip back home, I bought myself a nice big book of Sudoko. If you haven’t tried Sudoko, please take it from me and avoid Sudoko at all costs! This little logical number game is very addictive. I must have spent twelve hours on the trip home working on these puzzles.

Washington D.C.

The joy I find in locating a power plug which is not in use at an airport really scares me.
Power! Now I can work on my laptop on the plane AND at the airport. Oh joy!

The Olympic Peninsula

This weekend we went to the Olympic Peninsula to go “camping.” The quotes are because we were camping out of a car, which, from my purest days growing up in the mountains doesn’t really count. Camping to me is when you hike somewhere away from a road and camp. BTW.
The first thing we learned on this trip is that if you leave Seattle on the 7:30 ferry to Bainbridge Island and you travel to the northern part of the peninsula, you will not get a campsite in August. And when you’ve looked at three campsites which are all full, you will realize that all the hotel rooms in Port Angeles and Sequim are all sold out. Which leads you to consider such ideas as sleeping in your car. But, no, there is hope! Hope comes in the form of a sign above an RV park “We wecome tenters!” OK, so spending the first night under a billboard for a Shell station, a few feet from 101 is not what I consider camping, but hey, you live and learn, no?
On Saturday we traveled up to Huricane Ridge and went on a short hike. Here is the money shot. If you click on it you get a bigger version (some users may need to move the mouse and click the expand button to get the picture to appear.)
From Huricane Hill
On the hike up we saw…..a bear?
A Bear Ahead?
Upon closer inspection and questioning of our depth perseption, this “bear” turned into a marmot:
A Marmot
Apparently this marmot is a separate species known as the Olympic Marmot. We saw three of these fellers on our short hike.
Here is a shot of Mt. Baker which makes it look like the mountain is floating in the air:
A Floating Mountain?
The second night we found a good camping spot and bummed around the western coast. It is cool to go from alpine meadows to staring at sea creatures within only a few miles.
Dangerous Sea Creature!
Yep, it was a good trip. Here is a picture of me cooking bacon. Bacon cooking bacon. Kind of funny?
Mmmm. Bacon

Seattlite

Sounds a bit like “satellite”, doesn’t it? Well, I made it to the big city of Seattle. My original route had to take a bit of a detour because I-80 was shut down in Wyoming due to snow storms. So instead I had to detour through Colorado where it snowed on me. Not that I got out of the car, except at gas stations.

Adios

Goodbye Santa Fe.
Tomorrow I head for the hills. Well actually I go around the hills at first and then over some hills and then over some more hills, and, well you get the picture.
I will miss green chiles, the “speculation” section at Borders, crystals with magical magical powers, the high mountain air, the aspin groves in fall, the good scientists at the Santa Fe Institute, tea time at the Institute, the convenient and terrific skiing, and the beautiful vistas of New Mexico.
I will not miss the running of red lights, the roads, crystals with magical magical powers, the hour long drive to 7a.m. flights in Albuquerque, and most of all, the fact that every metalic object I touch in this state gives me a nasty shock.

Weekend Wedding

Last weekend I went to a wedding in Redondo Beach for my friends Mel and West who I’ve known since my days back at Caltech. As you can guess, the maturity level of a group of Techers is very high:
Idiots
Here we see my friend Lon and I playing with our food. Note that I grabbed an orange, while Lon grabbed a lemon. Poor Lon.
Here is a picture of my rental car being towed because I lost the key to the car.
Dave Is An Idiot
Note that during that Bachelor party for this wedding I lost my cell phone and my drivers license.
If you decide to stop reading this blog because of the above damning information, I don’t blame you.