I spent the past week in England, to where I flew on Sunday the 12^th, ostensibly to attend the graduation ceremony for my PhD in Bath, which went swimmingly on Monday morning, silly doctoral shower-cap hat notwithstanding. Immediately afterwards I started barfing my guts out, most probably courtesy of the previous night’s duck paté. The food poisoning kept me bed-bound on Tuesday and persisted until Wednesday evening, by which time I had moved on to London in order to complete a set of auxiliary goals:

I conducted a pilgrimage to the Apple Store in Regent Street to experience all the goodness. I marveled at the 30″ screens and the new iMacs, and I purchased iPod socks and a neoprene stole for De Landa, my 12″ PowerBook.

I watched The Incredibles again, specifically in order to catch Boundin’, the opening short, which was conspicuous in its absence from Greek showings.

I visited the Marc Newson exhibition at the Design Museum. I lustfully desired the Ford 021C concept car and enjoyed the phone, the shoes, the vibrator, and the jet.

And, of course, I saw friends and inhaled a little of that London Christmas shopping thing. Now back in Greece for the holidays.