Securing the world, one term at a time

So, the Michaelmas term is over for me and I'm getting ready to fly home for a break. I spent some time during the week evaluating how the term has gone, personally and professionally. Mostly I've written here about fun stuff I've been doing, it's probably obscured that I've been pretty busy getting started as a research student, putting in some long hours in the Computer Laboratory (above) when needed, and learning a lot.

"What does a computer security PhD student do all day?" is a pretty fair question, as I've seen from talking to other Gates scholars that being a PhD student can mean almost anything, depending on field of study, research group, and supervisor. Humanities PhD's read fairly obscure stuff they dig out of the library, some Biology PhD's spend most of their time setting up experiments for their advisor and collecting data.

Even within computer science, which is already a different beast, security is truly unique because one needs to understand broadly a huge number of fields to design security that actually works in the real world. A huge system like the internet or global finance can fail in thousands of ways, and security researchers need to understand all of them fairly well to do things right.

So, I'm forced to jump around pretty crazily from topic to topic. One day I'll be thinking about terrorism and bombs, the next about cryptographic protocols, and the next about the business model for sending spam. The security research group is appropriately diverse, about 10-20 people in various roles doing about 20 different projects simultaneously each. The best part is that we spend a huge amount of time brainstorming and discussing security topics with one another, which is the way to really learn. For me, that's the payoff in being a PhD student: I spend at least an hour a day over lunch learning security from some of the real experts in the field, plus seminars, "official" group meetings on Friday afternoons, and then there are usually afternoon teas. I haven't sat down yet with the group and not learned something.

I spend most of my time talking to people, getting ideas, then reading a lot about them. I've learned to walk around with a notepad, and every time I hear a term like "SCADA" which I didn't know, I pull up the relevant Wikipedia page next time I sit down. I constantly have a pretty big queue of topics I need to read, because they're all things a security PhD needs to know.

Here I am in my office. I'm here quite a lot, I don't spend much time in a laboratory despite the name. The days pass pretty quickly though, with some mixture of:

• Tracking the daily security news
• Reading research papers
• Learning about various other fields which intersect with security
• Discussing/brainstorming ideas
• Coding up demo attacks, poking around products looking for issues
• Going to seminars
• Writing up ideas and sharing them
• Supervising undergraduates and passing on the gift.

So I'm never idle, I have an enormous stack of papers to try and work through on my "vacation." Fortunately I'm really enjoying the subject matter, though it's sometimes frustrating to work so hard and feel that there is still a mountain I don't know.

As it happened, I was quoted in this news story today, so hopefully I'm at least a little bit on the way...

Varsity Match CXXVII

As mentioned, college sports in the UK are played primarily within the colleges at Cambridge or Oxford. Today was the exception. The Varsity Match is the annual rugby game between the two schools, played since 1872. We made the trek down to London to Twickenham stadium, among the most famous rugby stadiums in the world, and it was well worth it.

It had some of the atmosphere of a Cal-Stanford big game, a smaller crowd, but very involved. In the morning was the under-21's match, which was nice because a few teammates of mine from the Churchill team were involved. These two teams were basically all-star teams of the best undergrads playing in each university's college league. We won handily and it got everybody warmed up nicely.

The main match in the afternoon was easily the best rugby game and among the most entertaining sporting events I'd ever seen. Oxford owned the first half, with a guy called TMS Catling putting on an incredible display scoring 3 long tries, and we were down 25-10 at half. In the second half Cambridge fought incredibly well, the forwards controlled the game and we got within 33-29 with a few minutes left and had some chances from Oxford's 5 meter line. Time ran out and Cambridge came up just short, but it was an epic game and the highest scoring in the 127-match history between the two schools.

More importantly, I got to travel down with a group of 10 good friends I've made here, and everybody had a great time, particularly some of the group who barely knew anything about the sport. It was a great end to the quarter.

Masquerade Ball

Churchill Guest Night, once-per-term event for grad students and their guests. Unlike most of the Churchill events the undergrads had all gone home so this one was much more mature. Actually, not at all, it was overall the craziest night of the quarter. Sir Winston would have been proud.

This picture shows 5 of the gentleman from my apartment building: Brian, Myself, Matt, Andrew, and Simon.

Christmastime in Cambridge

Spent the day out and about soaking up the Christmas spirit. The Mill Road Winter Fair was going on, basically an outdoor holiday street fair in Cambridge's bohemian district. Not a whole lot of note, but there was an awesome drum band performing here, and it was fun walking around and seeing decorations and everything.

Next we got some ice skating in. They set up an outdoor skating rink in the winter on Parker's Pieces, one of the main park areas in town. It was good fun, although the three boys were all fairly experienced skaters, while Jess had a few unfortunate encounters with the ice. Fortunately as always she was a good sport.

These 3 are the friends I've spent the most time with so far. Andrew (left) and Brian live in my building and are Gates scholars, so they're always around, and Jess is the only female Gates Scholar in Churchill so she's forced into a lot of time hanging out with the guys.

Rowing on the river Cam

I hate to admit it, but in terms of popular sports, rowing is #1 here, followed by a toss-up between rugby and football (soccer). Today we went out to watch the Fairbairns race, the biggest race of the fall. Nothing is going to make rowing a great spectator sport, but the setup is nice on the River Cambridge, it's narrow and windy and there is a path for people to bike alongside the boats. Having some friends rowing also makes it fun. Above is the St. John's novice women's boat. St. John's is one of the richest colleges, and the one that everybody hates for some reason. Their race was a struggle.

Churchill, on the other hand, with lots of pride in the pink oars and outfits, put in a respectable strong showing, finishing 18th of 54. 

Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving doesn't exist in the UK in the slightest. I mentioned it to some of the rugby guys and they had literally never heard of it until one of them recalled an episode of Friends featuring the holiday. So needless to say I got no time off work. Still, though, I actually attended two thanksgivings: on Thanksgiving itself, the Master of Churchill college attended all of the American college members to a feast with the master. It was like most formal halls, only they did a decent job making Thanksgiving faire.

Then on Friday, about 20 students put on a potluck Thanksgiving together in our building. After the turkey came out of the oven, a few awkward exchanged occured before people realized nobody knew how to carve a turkey except for me. So the lone vegetarian came to the rescue and carved up the 10 kg turkey. The lone vegetarian also was then tempted to, once again, have some turkey on Thanksgiving. 

After dinner we headed to the MCR bar and caught a bit of the Cowboys game on TV. It was nice for the tradition. Made me miss home a bit, but it's nice to have such a great group here to celebrate with.

The NHS experience

Been pretty sick for a while now. It was starting to seem like possibly strep throat, due to the excessive coughing, so I decided it may be a good time to try out nationalized healthcare. I registered when I first moved here with the Huntingdon Road surgery, above, an outfit with 5 GP's a few blocks away in an old cottage.

The experience was pretty different compared to the USA. I called in and had no trouble getting an appointment the same day. Going in, there were zero forms to fill out, nobody asked for any ID information or anything, and of course no payment details. It was pretty pain-free, I was in an out in about 5 minutes, and I don't have strep. My feeling is for smaller, routine stuff, the NHS system is going to be much easier than the US insurance system. It's telling that I doubt I would have put up with the trouble at home to go in. Anyway, it was pleasant, although it's not a fair assessment of the whole system.

Two firsts

Travelled to Loughsborough, about 90 minutes away, for the day to attend a conference about Electronic Crime. Unfortunately the talks weren't very technical or interesting, and I was quite sick so it was a moderate bust. 

I followed that up with my first opera. It was a student production of Suor Angelica, a lesser known Puccini opera in just one act, put on the King's Chapel. So, as far as opera goes it was a tiny production, with a small band, only a few performers and it was done in an hour. That was just about right for me.

A Big Lecture about the Big Bang

Took the opportunity to go to see a distinguished lecture by Roger Penrose, a famous physicist from Oxford. He gave a talk about the Big Bang, what could have happened before it, and what his new theory is. Basically, most physics people are sure there is nothing before the Big Bang because they define time in such a way that it didn't exist before the Big Bang, so the very word "before" is meaningless. He's old enough I guess that he's now spending his time challenging this assumption and he gave a pretty interesting talk about it. I followed about 95% of it, there were some surprising corrollaries to information theory that resonated with me. 

Really enjoyed it, although it raised a lot of questions about how meaningful computer science research is in the big picture. On one hand, we're not addressing as many fundamentally bizarre and imaginative concepts. On the other hand, nobody is really going to be affected one way or the other by the Big Bang. Interesting debate, one of the hazards of being at Cambridge.

Formal Hall at Peterhouse

Getting to eat at formal halls as a guest is a nice tradition, it gets you out of your usual setting and lets you experience the really old dining halls around Cambridge. Tonight I ate with a friend at Peterhouse, which, being founded in 1284, is the oldest college in Cambridge. According to legend, the dining hall here is the oldest building in the world still being used for its original purpose. The grace was in Latin, and all of the lighting was candles as there is still no electricity. 

It was an experience. The food was pretty solid as well.

Everything looks better in slow motion

Maybe the truest words ever spoken by Dave Chappelle. I think this shot is awesome. I just got a pass from the tackled guy on the ground in the pink and brown and I'm about to juke the guy in front of me and cut back across the field. As I remember it I had a nice run the other way after this, although in my typical style I ran about 80 yards and gained maybe 20. I've become known for this sort of thing.As seen I here I can gain the tough yards as well. Occasionally. Actually I didn't do much in this game, it was pretty rainy and muddy so the ball stayed near the forwards mostly, which was too bad since my friends came to watch. We did, however, win 12-10 on a try for 5 points as time expired, in an incredible ending.

Exploring Cambridge

There's so much to see around Cambridge it's pretty easy to spend most of a Saturday with nice weather just checking out the various colleges. Today I visited Emmanuel college, one of the older and as it turned out, most beautiful ones. That's me on their modern art statue.

Here I am checking out their duck pond. They're famous for this. I guess when you have 30+ colleges the available quirks to be famous for are thinning out. But there are some carp in that pond that are probably a meter long.
Turns out not every college is so beautiful. This is, seriously, a dormitory at Christ's college. It looks like either a space station or a cruise ship from the 70's. The interior is just as bizarre. Christ's had some nice pieces but the fact that this thing was constructed is beyond belief.Finally there are some pretty unique specialty museums around town. This weapon is a harpoon cannon which Robert F. Scott's ship took to Antarctica. They have a little museum about polar exploration at the Scott Polar Research Institute. Turns out whales weren't Scott's biggest problem...

Remember, remember the 5th of November

Despite the saying, I totally forgot the 5th of November was a holiday, I was bleary-eyed most of the day thanks to the excitement around Barack, fortunately I had a light day in the office broken up with tons of foreigners coming up to shake my hand and congratulate me on the election. This was pretty amazing to see as well.

Anyway turns out November 5 is a holiday here to celebrate Guy Fawkes, a crazy 17th century Catholic radical who tried to blow up parliament and fail. To celebrate, people around England gather for fireworks shows, to remember the failed explosion attempt, and then a big bonfire, to remember how Fawkes and other Catholics were then burned at the stake. Kind of like a bizarro-world Fourth of July in November and with an anti-Catholic undertone.

It was a freezing night and half the town was up all night with the election, so it was a subdued crowd, but an awesome fireworks show.

History from Afar

It was easy to miss lots of the day-to-day nonsense of the election being in England, but the final night captivated the entire town, most students stayed up late to watch the returns and see Obama get elected. We watched from the Cambridge union, a packed house that was needless to say not exactly in McCain's target demographics, who were going crazy every time another state fell. I was very impressed with how well versed in US politics most of the British students are, better than the average American. There was lots of celebration on the streets as it was called.

It was surreal of course to see an American with such an incredible impact on Europeans (not just British, but foreigners here all are very impressed by him). Ironically it's McCain's line that sums it up best for me: Americans don't shy from history, the make it. Who knows how the presidency will go-I'm cautiously hopeful although I make a point not to really trust any politician. But sitting in my room thousands of miles away at 5 am, watching Obama speak and watching the crowds singing "Lift Every Voice," I was feeling pretty proud of America.

A "normal" weekend

This was the first weekend which, except for Halloween, was fairly "normal" in that I didn't have any big trip or social event taking up the whole time. I actually had some free time, so I started seeing some of Cambridge. I visited the Fitzwilliam Museum, the biggest art gallery in town, which is beautiful and quite amazing for a town of this size, and then visited the grounds of Downing, Pembroke, and Peterhouse colleges. All of the old colleges are beautiful and you can spend a lot of time just seeing them because each has it's own beautiful architecture, lawns, chapen, hall, etc. It's pretty easy to fill a nice afternoon here just soaking up the Cambridge-ness. I also caught the new Bond movie "Quantom of Solace on Saturday night with some new friends here.

Sunday was Rugby training in the afternoon, followed by another Sunday night dinner with friends. We're building this thing, each week it's getting bigger and more elaborate, and we had some amazing food this week. That's me making spicy apple-cilantro-jalapeno salsa there. It killed.

All Hallow's Eve

Halloween came and went, British-Style. Which is to say, very similar to American style, a bit more subdued and a bit more dark and scary rather than just wear random costumes. Of course I didn't get the message so I just wore some stuff from Senegal and nobody really got it, but it was brightly colored enough that people appreciated it. Otherwise though this was a normal Superhall/Pav Friday night at Churchill, as I've discussed before. You can even see in this photo, some people wore costumes while other wore normal formalwear. Fortunately this didn't cause any major stress for anybody.

The sport of fine British gentlemen

After some consideration of playing a non-English sport I'd be more advantaged at (water polo, frisbee or American football) or trying something off the beaten path like mountaineering, caving, or orienteering, I decided to do the most British thing and try out for rugby. Perhaps football (soccer) would have been more English but I probably wouldn't have made the team.


Anyway, I've been playing Churchill rugby for a few weeks now. I'm something of a novelty to the other players, being the only grad student, the only non-drinker, the only non-Brit, and the only one who didn't grow up watching rugby all the time. Today was our second match, we lost 22-7 to the combined Peterhouse/Selwynn team which are among the stronger teams in the league. I started and played the entire game at wing and fullback, made a few try-saving tackles, and afterwards was named Man of the Match! The whole "man of the match" thing is a rough British version of "player of the game" although it seems to be a bigger part of sports here. The sports section will list for every football or rugby match the teams, score, and man of the match. Anyway it was a nice honor, especially since they've often stated that Americans are hopeless at the sport. Hopefully I'm more or less accepted into the club, which is good because I'm making some friends who are actually British and aren't grad students.

Of course the kicker is that the man of the match is in charge of washing "the kit" before the next match. Kit is another Britishism that's really hard to describe. I've heard people use it to mean clothes, equipment, or just "stuff," without many limitations.

And yes, we have probably the most hideous sports uniforms I have ever seen. We're not starting out with a hot hand thanks to the pink and brown college colors for Churchill, but it doesn't help that we inexplicably added burgundy to the jerseys, with a hot pink side panel. And the socks are a third shade of pink, plus brown, and inexplicable black. At least our coat of arms is nice.

This is what democracy looks like

Well, this is what it looks like when you've realized it's 5 working days before the election and you're scrambling to vote absentee at 2 am from Europe. It was amazing how fast the election finally approached after seeming to be a long ways off for a while. Needless to say I've been busy, and soon after coming to Cambridge I really checked out of following the politics much.

So when I went to actually vote I was a bit overwhelmed at this year's ballot, with a presidential election, high-speed trains, gay marriage, abortion notification, redistricting-really something for everything. It was pretty tempting to just turn to the NRA's voting guide and be done with the whole thing in 5 minutes, but I actually attempted to read about all the propositions and come to an "informed" decision.

I was up until 2 but I got it done and our department's secretary was happy to airmail it for me the next morning for just 79p. "I just hope you voted for the right guy," she told me. I hope so too...

This blog is no longer Scot-free

First inter-European trip, went to Edinburgh, Scotland for the weekend. Interesting to travel within the UK, technically Scotland and England are separate countries but one nation, whatever that means. The whole system was set up to keep the Scots, who are very proud of their history, happy teaming up with England and Wales. Anyway, on a practical level this means they have their own money in Scotland, but they take English pounds as well, although Scottish pounds can be harder to use some places in England... kinds of sums up the whole situation.

Anyway, Edinburgh is a beautiful city and just a 5.5 hour train ride away from Cambridge. The hilly terrain and coast are great, and there are a ton of beautiful old buildings well preserved. Unfortunately, the weather is just abysmal, and we happened to pick a bad weather weekend. That didn't stop us from climbing up Arthur's seat, the largest hill overlooking the town, supposedly where King Arthur sat once upon a time. It was pouring rain/hailing, freezing cold, and the wind was gusting at over 100 kph on the top. Literally, the most wind I have ever seen and that includes a lifetime in the San Francisco Bay Area. Higher up in the mountain walking was very difficult, Jess was blown completely over by the wind several times. But we made it, you can tell from the photo it was quite a journey. Rest assured, this weather was atypical even for Edinburgh, but not unheard of.

After that we spent more time in town. Edinburgh castle (below) is beautiful and very well preserved, with some great historical exhibits and the crown jewels of Scotland on display. We also saw the National Gallery, a whole slew of monuments overlooking the town, the national cemetery, the cathedral, and factories demonstrating techniques for making Scotch whisky and wool, seemingly the two biggest products. Overall, it was a very nice town with lots to see, although sadly the downtown is extremely touristy.

And of course, a trip to Scotland wouldn't have been complete without having some haggis, which we did manage to order. I ordered the vegetarian haggis, made with lentils and beans instead of internal organs and stomach lining. Honestly I'm not sure how authentic either the veggie haggis or the meat haggis really was, but it was delicious nonetheless.

Matriculation Sensation

Matriculation dinner is the biggest Churchill event for the start of the year, after which we're officially part of the college and the year is under way. In practice, this is a slightly more formal dinner than the usual formals, meaning more wine, more courses, and a longer welcome in Latin. Also assigned seating, which was okay since I sat next to an 80-year old retired CS professor.

It was a good time to stop and reflect on the year so far, I've been in England for a month now, overall can't complain about much. Some things are better than expected and some things worse, but overall, I've made some great friends (I'm with Jess, Brian, and Andrew in the picture above) which is the most important thing.

And yes, Andrew is sporting a bolo tie, he's singlehandedly convincing dozens of Brits that this is the standard for formals in Texas.

The drill for informals

One thing I've been pushing for and had some success so far is to get together with friends in a non-formal setting. So we've been trying to organize pot-luck style dinners at our building for the group of Gates scholars who live nearby, which fortunately is a nice little group. First effort, 12/10, above, we had 7 people eat, and we managed to have Korean tofu, lentils, mashed sweet potatoes, salad, and apple pie.


Second round, 19/10, we had 7 people again, this time with some pasta, garlic bread, roast vegetables, stew, couscous, and chocolate-marshmallow cookies. As I said, I'm hoping we can keep this up, maybe every week or every other week, because it's a lot of fun and not much work, and it's a nice break from the formals. We'll see how we do as the year goes on.

I like the formals okay, but for me, having a nice dinner with a small group of friends is about as good as it gets though.

Boat Cruise in London

The annual Gates Boat Cruise, down the Thames river in London. Ended up being an all day event, since I had to go shopping for clothes for it, and we left campus by bus at 4 PM. Turns out owning a tux isn't enough, you actually need a nice wool coat to wear over it. Actually this was a good thing because it was freezing cold.

Note my other new purchase, my college scarf. Again, with the pink and brown for Churchill College. I actually think it went quite nicely with the pink bowtie.


This picture is a bit deceiving, as by the time we finished dinner we had only 45 minutes of dancing time before heading back, just to get back by 2 AM. Of course this was followed up by some hot cocoa with some Gates people on campus, making it a total of over 12 hours of tuxedo time. If nothing else, the tuxedo fared fantastically in its first extended action. Also it was a pretty awesome event, I was at a table with 5 gates scholars I didn't know very well and as usual they all turned out to be very interesting.

The formal routine

As mentioned previously, we do a lot of formals here. Just part of the rhythm here, every Friday evening is a formal "superhall" that you throw on a suit for and have a fancy dinner with some ritual toasting and a welcome in Latin (Seems to be just "Benedictus Benedicte, Amen" usually). They're starting to blend together a bit but here are some photos:

First superhall, 10/10.

Exchange formal: 17/10/2008 (yeah I'm getting used to writing dates with the day first now). You have enough formals that, to keep it fresh, you exchange with other colleges. We hosted this exchange so members of Emmanuel College and Hughes Hall came and ate with us. Similarly I did an exchange at Emmanuel earlier in the week.

Really though this photo sums up the experience. This is some of the gang at the MCR after the formal. To recap, the MCR is our own pub for grad students at Churchill, pretty much packed with people after every formal event. So the usual drill for my Friday evenings is research group meeting 4-5, CS happy hour 5-6, formal dinner 7-9, hanging out in MCR 9-11, then dancing at the "Pav" downstairs from 11 on.

Anyway, I'm appreciating the structure more and more, because you actually get a chance to interact with people from around campus this way. I think I've had learned some interesting stuff from the random intelectual conversations that get launched at these things. Of course a lot of people are just in it for the wine, so who knows.

Charging boldly into the world of tuxedo ownership

Monday was another formal dinner, this time via an exchange with Emmanuel college making it even "formaler." With three black tie events in three weeks I decided it would make sense to just buy a tuxedo and be covered for three years. Besides, I think the tux will hold value better than my Vanguard portfolio has been doing.

Anyway, £180 later, thanks to my man Nick, the salesman at Marks Brothers, I'm now the proud owner of this little number which I was able to wear to Emmanuel's formal hall:


Thanks go also to Emma, pictured below, who came along and helped me pick the tux out:



Yes, I'm wearing a pink and brown bowtie, but you probably didn't guess there were reasons beyond simple fashion for those colors. They're the college colors of Churchill's, patterned after Sir Winston's horse racing colors. You can't tell but I am also rocking some Churchill cufflinks.

It's impossible to really explain the college system here until you see it but it is a big, big deal. The colleges compete on everything, from sports to architecture to endowment sizes, which are frequently mentioned. See, the whole notion of "equality" as a goal doesn't exist here like it does in America, and as a result you have Trinity College sitting on £700 million, more than the University of Cambridge, and Homerton, which actually has the most students, with no endowment at all. The nice colleges downtown are just amazing, with beautiful old buildings and palatial accomodations, while others are way out of town and look like dorms would at Stanford.

Colleges can take whomever they want, so people in the nice ones are comfortable getting much better treatment, they're comfortable thinking of themselves as better or higher class than the suckers out in the "bad" colleges, and that's just part of life here. This would never fly at a US institution but that's a cultural difference I guess.

Fortunately Churchill, although relatively new, has been a success financially and academically, it's around 10th of 31 in endowment, and has the best sports facilities and largest grounds. For me it works great since Churchill is right near my laboratory, and is looser on formality than most while still being nice. Definitely will be wearing the pink bowtie proudly.

Britisher and Britisher

Fresher's week has come and gone, it was a whirlwind with an activity planned out literally every night. I still haven't had a single "night in" since the very first night I was here. I noticed a distinct trend through the week of increasing Britishness, and me being less and less surprised by cultural changes:

Monday, curry night: Curry is the UK's most popular food according to somebody. Interestingly it is an entire cuisine here, they'll plan to "go out for curry" like we would for pizza.

Tuesday, pub trivia night: Trivia is also quite popular, they love history especially. The new grad students also got a private tour of the Churchill archives, which include not only all of Churcill's papers (like a presidential library), but also Margaret Thatcher and 400 other famous people, including 10 Nobel laureates. Conveniently located at Churchill college 100 metres from my building.

Wednesday, pub crawl: Needless to say pubs are popular. A bit different atmosphere, as last call is usually 11pm. People seem to go out almost every night but don't drink quite as much or stay out as late, less of a binge thing and more of a routine.

Thursday, debate at Cambridge Union: The world's oldest debate society, debating if a "new sexual revolution" is needed. It's a beautiful building with some interesting traditions, and some lively moments of audience participation, but lasted three hours and was amazingly dull given the topic. Still, doesn't get much more British.

Friday, Super hall at Churchill: They have three formal dinners a week, two "formal halls" and "super hall." Dressing up in a suit and eating a fancy three-course meal is pretty much the most popular thing to do here. Churchill is considered an informal college because academic gowns aren't required in the formal halls. They still make a pretty big deal of things, as seen above in the photo.

So I'm getting into the swing of British culture a bit. I'm using metres and kilogrammes without thinking to much about it. 24 hour time is a snap. Celsius is still a struggle.

Biking on the left side of the road is still pretty hair-raising. It's a beautiful campus for biking but it already has everything going wrong for it in terms of bike safety: tons of old bikes with shoddy brakes, narrow one-way streets, impatient drivers, tons of pedestrians, cobblestones, speed bumps (sleeping policemen)... Throwing in traffic on the left side of the road is just crazy.

Anyway hoping for life to slow down a bit after this week... Saturday was a bit more relaxed and Sunday cooked dinner in as a group with 6 new friends in Churchill, and it was a blast.

Fresher's week

This week is Fresher's week, most people don't have classes so it's just a huge mass of activities for new grad and undergrad students. I'm using Google Calendar to try to keep it all straight, it's a huge mess between events at Churchill College and Gates events. The Gates group got together Friday and Saturday nights for a pub night and then a dance party, both were a lot of fun but I'm getting behind on sleep.

Churchill has an event in the MCR every night this week. The MCR (Middle Common Room) is a kind of pub/rec room/lounge in the middle of the college that only grad students can hang out in, there is a student run bar with really cheap drinks and people seem to hang out there every night before or after whatever else they're up to. Sunday was a "hostel crawl" around the college for new MCR members with different drinking games at each different house where people live on the college, for example, we're also having pizza night, trivia night, curry night, pub crawl, karaoke night, and then a formal dinner and disco party on Friday. Incredibly, for being 70% engineers it is a really social place and the MCR is packed every night for each event. I'm really enjoying Churchill, I had no idea how to pick a college or how important it was but it's a really fun place.

Add to that two brutal days of health and safety training for new students this week. This country seems to love trainings. I'm also trying to get up and going in my department, which is tough with all this other stuff going on. More on that later I guess.

A slight phone upgrade

I took the plunge and got an iPhone, figured it would be worth it since I'll be traveling/lost a lot, plus have a busy schedule, and I didn't have a music player. Needless to say it's a bit fancier than the phone I had for 5 years before now. They give away the phones free here but you have to sign up for a £45/month plan for 9 months, then £35/month for 9 more months. Overall actually about the same deal as in the US, which makes the phone relatively cheap here but still extremely overpriced.

Apparently you don't get free nights and weekends here, but incoming texts and calls are all free. Also probably works out about the same.

Anyway my new phone number is (044) 07590677117. The 044 is country code, the next huge block is the phone number including area code. The British don't subdivide it at all like in the US, they seem to just read it out as one huge block.

Le Velo

Bought a bike, which was a huge pain, bikes are about twice the price here, and there are a million people looking for them at the beginning of the year. Fortunately I found an old guy 2 miles outside of town, had to jog out there, who was selling old but well maintained bikes at good prices.

Ended up getting a blue Peugeot cruiser from the 80's. It cost £85, which was considered a steal here for anything that rides, and this thing rides like a rock. According to Chris, the old guy selling bikes, you can't go wrong with French engineering. He was old enough that he probably remembers the Hundred Year's war, so I think he was making a joke.

Room switched

After talking to some other Gates scholars I realized my "historic" accommodation (above) was pretty run down by campus standards. They had to leave it standing and turn it into a student house by agreement when they built Churchill College in the 1960's. Anyway it's a really old building and I got one of the smallest rooms. Final straw was after getting back from the Gates retreat, extremely cold and tired, and having no hot water after 10 minutes of waiting.


Turned out to be incredibly easy to switch within the college, they charge weekly rent so you can switch as much as you like, and I happened to get the last spot in one the "Pepperpods." They are built like cubes and there are a few of them that look identical. Fortunately though they are fantastic on the inside, I now have a pretty spacious room with my own bathroom:


Also have five Gates scholars in the 10-room building, so it's a really lively place, couldn't be happier with the switch.

Retreat to Ambleside

I have mostly pictures to post because I'm extremely busy right now. The craziness officially began last Monday morning, when about 110 new and returning gates scholars piled onto the buses heading for the Lake District, considered the most scenic part of the UK.


Going into it, I had no idea what to expect of the whole Gates Scholarship group. Normally I'm not big on random academic groups like this with no real shared interest, but throughout the 6 hour ride and the rest of the week I was really impressed with the group. Not just that a lot of them have interesting life stories and accomplishments, mostly just that they're a really fun group to hang out with and I enjoyed almost every conversation I had. I guess by virtue of the brutal interview process everybody who got the scholarship is fairly outgoing.

We spent 4 days in a hostel near the town of Ambleside, did orienteering, hiking, kayaking, a scavenger hunt, also visited a gingerbread factory and went for a run and a swim in the (freezing) Lake Windermere. It was a beautiful place, albeit with awful weather, rainy and cold most of the time there. Enjoyed getting to see more of England though, it's a beautiful country thanks to all the rain.Still, the retreat was great, felt a lot better returning to campus having a group of contacts around campus. The college system can be sort of isolating here, as you mostly meet people in your own college, so meeting people around the university is a big plus of the Gates program. Still have a ton of organizing to do in the weekend ahead.