Some places I've been.
• National University of Ireland, Galway, Maths Department  Sunshine alternating with wind & rain. Music in every second pub, and on the streets. Oh, did I mention the pubs?
• University of Wyoming Math Department If the scenery here doesn't knock you out, nothing will.
• College of William and Mary Math Department A truly fine place to be, so civilized.
• University of Kentucky Math Department Every day for two years, on a rickety elevator, I was shot up to the eighth floor and plunged back down again, and lived to tell the tale.
• University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center in Dallas, with expensive elevators so smooth and silent.
• University of Texas at Dallas Where you need sunglasses, tee-shirts, shorts and sandals. And where you'll find geckos, June bugs, apartment complex swimming pools, and wide-angle views of the big Texas sky. And George Strait!
• University College Dublin in Ireland, a great place, where life begins.

 
 

Some places of interest (to me anyway).

• American Mathematical Society
• Institute for Mathematics and its Applications in Minnesota.
• MathWeb Journals including tables of contents pages and electronic journals.
• ILAS Information Center for the International Linear Algebra Society.
• YMN the Young Mathematicians' Network, for some healthy advice.
• Linear Algebra and its Applications a math journal, mainly about matrices.
• Linear and Multilinear Algebra another math journal, mainly about matrices.
• Netlib a source for mathematical software, among other things.
• Protein Data Bank for biological macromolecular structures.

 
 

Some relaxing places to visit.

• Galway.net to get a look at Galwegian things.
• The Irish Emigrant a weekly e-mail newsletter.
• The Irish Times a newspaper.
• Somebody else's web-site but try his card trick.
• The Weather Channel Well now, just tell me, and what could be more important than the weather?
• dilbert

A poem by the English poet Walter de la Mare (1873-1953) from 1912:

The Listeners

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.






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