The most important piece of office furniture (my Lego Saturn V, courtesy of
dizzykj) is now standing guard at the door, meaning I have officially moved in.

I cut the boys' hair.

Humuhumu is the sweetest Pikachu. Even when she's not asleep.

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I cut the boys' hair.

Humuhumu is the sweetest Pikachu. Even when she's not asleep.

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We bought a pair of clippers so that the bloke could cut Keiki’s hair, and I could cut the bloke’s. Here is the result of Experiment 1 from yesterday. Keiki didn’t sit still or stop yelling while his hair was being cut, which was completely unexpected given that he is an absolute angel at the Turkish barber. They frequently take over half an hour to groom him and he loves every second of it. I guess the home experience doesn’t have the same frisson.
Experiment 2 was conducted today. I watched a couple of YouTube videos and then set to work. I feel I should mention here that I’ve never previously used clippers in my life, nor attempted to give another person a haircut.
( Before and After )
The pandemic apocalypse continues to force us to test our capacity at new skills daily. Some of them we hope to hone and use henceforth. Some of them we hope never to have to try again once released from lockdown. It remains to be determined which of these categories “cutting other family members’ hair” falls into.
For the past 3-4 years, the bloke has been traveling to cities around the world as part of his air quality/particulate monitoring work. He’s often been accompanied by Robin Price, physicist and visual artist, who makes pollution paintings with a portable sensor setup. The Arts Council recently purchased the “Air of the Anthropocene” collection, and today The Guardian newspaper ran a piece about his work. Sadly, the prettier the photos are, the dirtier the air is!

Robin Price - Dehli Playground light painting
You can view the collection here.

Robin Price - Dehli Playground light painting
You can view the collection here.
(Vienna travelogue on hold for Important News.)
As of today, we are no longer Dr Nanila and Dr Bloke. We are Dr Nanila and Professor Bloke. \o/
For those unfamiliar with the UK academic system, here is the US equivalence: Lecturer == Assistant Professor, Senior Lecturer/Reader == Associate Professor, Professor == Full Professor. The bloke has just jumped over the middle step(s) and gone from Lecturer to Professor. Also, he's not yet forty. So this is a rather noteworthy achievement.
As of today, we are no longer Dr Nanila and Dr Bloke. We are Dr Nanila and Professor Bloke. \o/
For those unfamiliar with the UK academic system, here is the US equivalence: Lecturer == Assistant Professor, Senior Lecturer/Reader == Associate Professor, Professor == Full Professor. The bloke has just jumped over the middle step(s) and gone from Lecturer to Professor. Also, he's not yet forty. So this is a rather noteworthy achievement.
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If anyone wants to learn more about the kind of science my other half does*, you can see him in a programme next Wednesday 10 January on BBC Two at 9 PM. It's called Fighting for Air and is presented by Dr Xand van Tulleken. (NB Dr Xand is not the bloke. The bloke did, however, set up the experiment featured in the programme.)
I would also like to take this opportunity to state that our personal vehicle does not run on diesel. After viewing the programme, you'll see why I've made this point!
* Our PhDs were very similar. We are now both rather differently employed.
Programme description: Imagine if you could change the quality of the air we breathe - in just one day. Air pollution in the UK has been declared a 'public health emergency' and Dr Xand van Tulleken is seeing what can be done about it. Enlisting the help of enthusiasts and sceptics from the Kings Heath community in Birmingham, Xand stages the first ever large-scale experiment of its kind - using people power to try and bring about a quantifiable improvement in air quality for a single day.
I would also like to take this opportunity to state that our personal vehicle does not run on diesel. After viewing the programme, you'll see why I've made this point!
* Our PhDs were very similar. We are now both rather differently employed.
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We went to the pub last night to sit by the canal and enjoy some celebratory holiday pizzas. After a couple of lime and sodas, everyone got a bit silly and our (eye, not drinks) glasses got mixed up.

[Humuhumu and Keiki grinning across a wooden patio table at the pub. Humuhumu is wearing Daddy’s sunglasses and Keiki is wearing mine.]
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[Humuhumu and Keiki grinning across a wooden patio table at the pub. Humuhumu is wearing Daddy’s sunglasses and Keiki is wearing mine.]
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[Humuhumu smiling in her mint-green glasses and green Christmas jumper, on Christmas day, in front of the fireplace in "the big room", where the Christmas tree always is.]
Christmas day this year was possibly one of the best I've ever experienced. This was entirely down to our children's reaction to it, which was purest joy and excitement, from the discovery of Christmas stockings next to bed/cot in the morning to the reunion with cousins and second round of presents before bedtime in the evening. I didn't take as many photos as I might have, since we were rather busy being in the moment, but below the cut are a few reminders of the day.
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We drank a lot of wine, we ate a lot of food and we all received presents we liked, thanks to the family tradition of exchanging lists prior to Christmas (to lower stress levels on procurement, and also because the family is big enough that it takes several hours just to open all the presents by turns). We played silly games until late in the evening.
Keiki, however, gave me the gift I shall probably treasure longest: He slept from 7:30 PM until 7:30 AM on Boxing Day morning. It is the first (and to date, only) occasion on which he has ever slept for twelve hours straight. I don't expect the feat to be repeated on a regular basis, but it was a treat to be savoured, and what timing!
To stop myself from singing the same woeful tune about single parenting (at least it's only three days this time), here are some photos from the weekend. We gardened, we ate pub lunch (twice!), we walked by the towpath and ate blackberries off the bushes, we played in the sunshine. It was good.

[Humuhumu blowing bubbles, harmonica-style.]
( Cat and girl...and Dada )
[Humuhumu blowing bubbles, harmonica-style.]
( Cat and girl...and Dada )
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