When in Rome...
While I love going out to eat and we never had trouble finding a place to go, one of the joys of being in Rome was being able to cook our own meals when we wanted to. You can learn a lot about a city by shopping for food.
Fish outside of a restaurant.
As tourists Sandy and I made our fair share of mistakes. Going to restaurants and not being able to figure out what the specialties of the house were was one of them. We went to this place and ordered pasta. Only later did we realize (as we passed by this case on the way home) that we should have had fish. Luckily we had enough time to go back and rectify our mistake. The fish was great.
The 'House of Sandwiches'.
A Gruff waiter.
Alleys, streets and stairs.
Forever.
A History of the City.
Our Neighborhood at Night.
My sister wasn't at home this Christmas, so we made her a movie so that she could still be part of the Christmas fun.
Thirty minutes of raw footage and ten hours of editing have yielded this two minute movie. Why Sandy and I thought it was important to have over 50 individual clips in a two minute movie I'll never know.
You need to download the file and then play it using the quicktime player.
High quality video tapes can be made (we have the original digital source). If there is some interest we will do that.
On Sunday Sandy and I threw a Christmas party!
Nicolas and Sandra, Christmas 2001
When the community makes his office the measure of the man; when in one of its citizens it prizes nothing but memory, in another a mere tabularizing intelligence, in a third only mechanical skill; when, in the one case, indifferent to character, it insists exclusively on knowledge, yet is, in another, ready to condone any amount of obscurantist thinking as long as it is accompanied by a spirit of order and law-abiding behaviour; when, moreover, its insists on special skills being developed with a degree of intensity which is only commensurate with its readiness to absolve the individual citizen from developing himself extensively—can we wonder that the remaining aptitudes of the psyche are neglected in order to give undivided attention to the one which will bring honour and profit? True, we know that the outstanding individual will never let the limits of his occupation dictate the limits of his activity. But a mediocre talent will consume in the office assigned to him the whole meagre sum of his powers, and a man has to have a mind above the ordinary if, without detriment to his calling, he is still to have time for the chosen pursuits of his leisure.
-Friedrich von Schiller, On the Aesthetic Education of Man in The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism.
I saw the show Post-Hypnotic in the Huntington Gallery at MassArt and was inspired to try to create my own "post-hypnotic" art.
I haven't nearly captured the intensity and boldness of the paintings; but, perhaps I have illustrated the painters’ interest in the interaction of bold colors, simple geometries and human visual perception.
Yet, I hasten to add, I've never regretted my years as a mathematical hopeful. Learning some real mathematics, even my tiny portion of it, has been for me the most invaluable lesson of life. Obviously, everyday problems can be handled perfectly well without knowledge of the Peano-Dedekind Axiomatic System, and mastery of the Classification of Finite Simple Groups is absolutely no guarantee of success in business. On the other hand, the non-mathematician cannot conceive of the joys that he's been denied. The amalgam of Truth and Beauty revealed through the understanding of an important theorem cannot be attained through any other human activity, unless it be (I wouldn't know) that of mystical religion. Even if my education was meagre, even if it meant no more than getting my toes wet on the beach of the immense ocean of mathematics, it has marked my life for ever, giving me a small taste of a higher world. Yes, it has made the existence of the Ideal slightly more believable, even tangible.
-From Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture , by Apostolos Doxiadis.
I have only taken a few good photographs. These are some that I like the best.