Dramatis persona*

helenhead Helen Chick

I've always wanted a bumper sticker that said "I'm a female, LDS/Mormon, Scout leading, geocaching, piano-playing, bicycling, mathematics educator with a PhD in maths ... and I VOTE"!

I think this makes me a minority group of cardinality 1!

* Since there's only one of me and "personae" is plural (I think), I've gone with dramatis persona.
February 2012
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A magic meal on the mountain

One of the things I love about geocaching is that it gets me to new and amazing places. Even though I think I know my home state well, there have been numerous occasions where the scent of a hidden plastic box has revealed some gem of a location that I didn’t know existed. The fact of […]

“You haven’t changed a bit”

Since moving back to Tasmania I have been meeting up with people that I used to know from various times in my pre-Victorian past. In some cases, I haven’t seen these folks since long before I moved to Melbourne 13 years ago.

On many occasions early in the conversation they have said to me “You haven’t changed […]

Quirks 6

Q: Do you believe in luck?

A: Heads I do, tails […]

My propensity for multi-syllabic verbosity and (parenthetically interrupted) waffle

I have difficulty writing short […]

Tesseract marks the spot

I have marked my territory.

I had a grumpy day on Monday (it started with the fact that I was obliged to go to work on a public holiday and went downhill from there) and in the afternoon I decided to give up doing serious work and spend some time building a tesseract to hang outside the […]

End of an era

It seems that the Kodak company is pretty much defunct.

Its film was such a fundamental part of my growing up. I had been given a little camera before my age hit double figures, and by my mid-teens I was shooting with Kodak slide film. In the years that followed — up until I fully converted to […]

12 of 12, February 2012

Earlier this week I decided that I had “moved in” enough that I could face the true test of having moved back to Tasmania: hosting the family Sunday night dinner. For a number of years this event has alternated from week to week among the homes of my Hobart siblings and parents, and as an infrequent […]