Falls

I have thought it through now, and I'm beginning to believe that what Ghent University misses is an on-campus waterfall. From my bedroom, I can hear Cascadilla Creek splashing its way down, and it's really quite soothing. Surely, our beloved Blandijn would be the perfect location from which to have a brook of some sort splashing down - I'll vote in favour.



My first day in Ithaca confirmed what I expected: the landscape is very nice in these parts, and the Cornell campus is a whole lot more pleasant than that aesthetically pathetic excuse for a faculty of arts we have in Ghent, but Ithaca itself is, as a town, not particularly inspriring (but I must confess I haven't quite made it "downtown" yet - though I have mentally labelled "Collegetown" Collegevillage). I'm sure it will be good enough for six weeks, though, especially as I ended up at a pub with good music, cheap beer, and interesting company, last night... and we agreed that, if this was day zero, we were in for a rather vivacious month-and-a-half.

So vivacious, in fact, that, in a moment of madness, I committed myself to a six-thirty AM running date (that's not a new and trendy type of date - it means I'm going for a run with a chap called David) to warm up for our first seminar later this morning. Wish me luck.