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Blogging
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25th August 2012A Little Bike RideI’ve hardly written anything recently. I’ve not written on my blog for about 4 months, during which time... I had exams I moved house I visited London I went to an airshow I worked in the School of Maths at St Andrews All perfect topics to write about, yet not once did I bother. If I’m ever going to get back into the rhythm of this (which I probably won’t), I’ll have to start small. How small? This small: Yesterday I went on a bike ride. I brought my bike back from St Andrews a week or two ago. I keep it in ...
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2nd May 2012My Writing PlaceAll warm, in bed:
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12th May 2011AlterationsA note about some small changes which I've made to this website recently. I've installed Flattr after Murray recommended it. I'll go into more detail on my thoughts about Flattr - and I might even start actively using it - when I'm back home for the summer. I've changed the page navigation bar which sits at the bottom of the header. For too long it had a bug which annoyed me every time I tried to use it. My CSS was at fault, but I've fixed it now and made some slightly changes to its appearance. I've added a couple ...
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3rd January 2011Second-Hand TechI've set myself half an hour in which to write, so I'm going to write. WARNING. SHIT POST. On a topic entirely unrelated to the subject of this post, I was wondering: on which day of the year are the greatest number of blog posts published? Is it even possible to tell? Perhaps the graph of blog postings against time has a positive derivative at all points, with no pattern discernible in the rising tide. Perhaps blogging varies with current affairs far more than any predictable pattern. Perhaps every day is essentially the same. Or, perhaps, as I suspect, blog posting is ...
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17th December 2010You Gotta Wanna Be The Drummer In The BandI want to express what I’m feeling right now. I want to capture the moment in a way that a camera never could. All I can do is try. I’m drained. I’m grumpy. I’m thirsty. I have no energy or enthusiasm and I want to sleep for a month. I’m anxious ((Very new feeling, related to accommodation and the prospect of snow ruining my travel plans on Saturday. Can be ignored.)) and irritated and sad. Yet I feel intensely content and proud of myself. What a bizarre amalgamation. Why would anyone ever feel like that? Why indeed. As odd a combination as ...
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About Wilf's Blog
I'm a mathematician, but apart from that, I'm a fairly normal guy. I used to write a blog - this blog. I write (wrote) about whatever is on my mind. It can get quite personal sometimes.
