I'm back, sorta

So, here I am, in front of a computer cast off by Noah at the end of the voyage, with an operating system that mocks the meaning of the word "operating", pondering being a postdoc...

... to discover that I am not considered an academic here...

It seems that research is something done by General Staff, not by academics. They teach, it seems. Oh well, so long as they pay me, I don't really care what they call me.

The flat, which resembles a cheap hotel room without room service, had an oven that was not actually connected to the gas pipes. Great fun was had by my brother and I as we turned it on. And I have as yet no computer, telephone, TV or video, no books (they arrive in the morning), no glasses or even a pen and paper. The weekend was a blast, let me assure you...

But I'm here. 1000km away from my family, but here. Things will pick up shortly, and then I can say witty things again. Right now I'd settle for making sense.

Late Note: Yes, I'm now listed as an academic. They ticked the wrong box, which is rather the story of my life...