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Back in Surrey

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

A bit of background first: I’m on a grand European tour (for work). There are three events: the combined UK/Lux voting project meetings in Surrey (UK), the summer school on voting I’m (co-)organising in Bertinoro (Italy) and the voting workshop in Fribourg (Switzerland).

So, I’m back at Uni of Surrey. It’s a bit weird to be here — for having lived here a mere three months, the place seems steeped in memories. There’s the breakup, the supermarket where I always got dinner, walking around town and enjoying the shops again…

Today was a good day. Dave, an UniS colleague, proposed on Friday eve in the pub to go swimming. There was an outdoor waterskiing center, that opened its track to swimmers in the early morning. Why not, sounded like a challenge. And it turned out to be! Woke up at 6:40 (continental time), so anxious was I. 30 minutes ahead of my alarm… We went there, I rented a wetsuit (previous experience: outdoor swimming over long distances works a hell of a lot better with wetsuit), and off we went! it went okay, though I’m not used to looking where I’m going (in a pool, you can easily tell if you’re going straight — not so simple outdoors). After a jacuzzi, Dave showed me the borough. We drove up to the gates of Windsor castle, and it was impressive. Windsor itself is fun too, a typical british hamlet with some tourist attractions (the leaning teahouse was unfortunately still closed). Next up was Ascot. Yes, Ascot! I treaded where the horses race… the grass is well-kept, long and quite wet that early in the morning :).

Onwards we went, through the borough, some quaint little villages left and right, till we got back to Guildford. Dave drove up the hill behind Castle carpark. I’d never been there, and the view is amazing! A bit further up the hill, you can even see Canary Wharf. We enjoyed our brunch at a restaurant, and then Dave had to leave.

Next up: shopping! My backpack had broken two days before this trip, so I needed a new one. Went to Argos, and found a cheap replacement. It’s not a high-quality bag, but for 5 pounds, you can’t expect much (got a wallet and a pencil case — both come in handy for this trip).

Final stop: books. I had run out of books, plus: I’m in the UK, they’ve got English books aplenty here — and that is what I predominantly read. I got myself the new instalment in a series by KE Mills (aka Karen Miller) I started reading while employed in Guildford. Plus more (Snow by Orhan Pamuk, the Turkish Nobel-prize winner), because I can and it came recommended :)

All of that was enough, so I went home, Tesco-lunch, home, worked a bit, and had dinner with Peter. Dinner was great for two reasons: one, we were having take-out Italian (and are going to Italy tomorrow); two, we ended up having a discussion on politics, on proportional representation versus geographical representation etc. That discussion was fun! Got us wondering when parties arose. It seems more logical in the Dutch (prop. rep.) setting than in the UK (geographical).

So: great day today, managed to do some work, still a lot of things to do before Wednesday :s. If time, I’ll try to post more after SecVote 2010.

Optimist by nature

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

I am having a great week! Running sucked, had cramps for two days. I got rejected by the owner of the house I had set my sights on (and the agency more or less promised me), some luxembourgian idiot rode me off my bike (still in one piece, relax), the housing agent for a new place didn’t have the right key to get us in, and there suddenly are more guys in our dancing class, meaning that we no longer have the luxury of picking girls, there’s an exact match now. On top of that, I lack sleep. Way too much.
Yet, I am happy :) And lucky :) Guess I am just optimistic by nature ;)

(okay okay, there are external influencing factors, but none of them are any of your business, you noisy folk you ;-)

Engeland, here I come!

Friday, June 12th, 2009

Just so you know: I will be working in England for a short while. I’ll still be reachable via the usual channels though, so no worries :)

Luxury problems

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

Things have been going down lately. They seem to be picking up. That is nice. It also inflicts some unavoidable hard decisions. So, right now I am trying to make my mind up on them. Will keep you posted (and might even use less vague terms in the future!)

Backblogging…

Friday, July 25th, 2008

it’s just a bad idea. So in short: I went to Germany, it was great. Played Rockband, that game seriously rocks. Wish i could afford the empty pool to have sufficient space to play that ;)

Was seen off on the station by Maren, a couple of hours before she left for Canada. Less than happy. Went to WOTE / PETS workshop and conference. WOTE was very good, and PETS is quite nice too. Enjoyed Leuven so far a bit, plan to do more later. Maren landed safely in Canada and has yet to wrestle a bear. I pity Canadian bears. I gave a rump-session talk, which means I had 5 minutes to explain our current (unfinished) paper. Ran out of time… took too long on slide one (which I drew on the whiteboard, since I was too lazy to actually make slides and ensure that the Eee hooks up nicely to the beamer).

That’s enough backblogging for a Friday morning. Tty’all later! ;)

Auchan credit

Friday, January 18th, 2008

Close to my work in Luxembourg, there is a supermarket — well, more a French hypermarché. Big does not begin to describe it; it’s gigantic. Humongous. And, in true Dutch fashion, they have a bonus-card-like system. You scan the card, and for some selected products, you get 5% of the price as a debit on the card. On Tuesdays, this is 10% (for most, but not all, products that grant you this). And sometimes there are special offers where you get more money or a larger percentage for a special product.

Over time, with careful planning (shop on Tuesdays! Buy into the hype, buy the products that come with money!), you can accumulate eventually some money.Enough to purchase Zelda: Phantom Hourglass at least :) :) :)

I’ll be trying that out in 3 hrs in the train, most probably :)

and everything breaks!

Monday, December 24th, 2007

Ever since yesterday evening (night, actually), I can’t get the song “everything burns” (Ben Moody with Anastacia) out of my head. The reason? Because everything breaks. E-ve-ry-thing. It’s unbelievable.

Where did this streak of breakage commence, you enquire? Well, it all started on a dark and starry night, a fortnight ago. Upon awakening in the morning, I discovered my bike had been assaulted. Not just mine, but all bikes that were parked outside (in the designated place) had been in a knife fight and had come out on the losing side. Major bummer, as I had just let a bike mechanic install anti-leak-tires on my bike a month earlier. The assailant(s) had deftly avoided the tire’s armour and made an incission on the side. Furthermore, they had seen fit to slash the saddle.

A couple of days later, I still had not found the time to have the bike repaired. So I was using my spare bike, when the propulsion mechanisms of that failed utterly. While riding it. This actually agitised me so much, I went up going home on a new bike that day (note: this is rather decadent, but at our local supermarket there are quite cheap bikes available). It was only 4 days later, when a careless bikester did not heed her turn very well, and managed to crash into me on this new bike (despite me leaving the entire sidewalk to her… some people should learn to look where they are going…). All seemed fine, no injuries were suffered, but about 15 metres from the accident, my brake handle falls from my brand new bike. Turns out that this is a rather flimsy piece to begin with, and the impact it had just born the brunt of was quite a bit more than it could handle. Nevertheless, again a breakage.

A little later, or perhaps earlier (in a parallel process, so to say), I taught a class on voting for our Introduction to Security course. As normal, I planned an Attack of the Week – this time on DRM things, which nicely offset the voting attacks I showed after the DRM class. I found a nice movie, and brought my laptop to show it. Turns out that WinXP did not recognise the file format, so I decided to reboot into Ubuntu and use the ever-powerful mplayer. Well, shutting down worked. Starting up again didn’t. The boot loader just wouldn’t show. Haven’t gotten round to examining that, but supposedly there is a hard disk problem too close the the MBR. So: insert live-cd, reinstall bootloader. Hopefully this will help. Nevertheless, breakage.

Then somewhere along the line, my mp3 player decided to stop playing mp3-files. It could read the file structure, but it could not play any song. “No songs found” was the message, but in browsing many songs were there. That caused one music-free train ride, where I would not have minded some distraction. Problem has been resolved (or, perhaps, circumvented — only time will tell), but this is another breakage.

Now we arrive in the Netherlands, going to meet with Johan over dinner. While just on my way, on my bike (the one in the Netherlands), which was just repaired because the chain had broken, the crank breaks. The crank is the piece of metal that connects the pedal to the bike. There is a “good” one to break and a “bad” one. The good one is the left one, which connects the pedal to the axis. The bad one is the right one, which has the gear attached to it. If that one breaks, you cannot just use any other crank from a random, busted bike. You need a crank with the right gear to replace it. Now you guess which one broke yesterday night.

At least I had some fun kick-scootering home.

A Romanian Wedding, part I

Saturday, November 3rd, 2007

6.30. The alarm will not go off for another 30 minutes and still… There’s this plane to catch! I double-check if I have everything. It slowly dawns on me that I know next to nothing about the whole trip, or the area where we will be staying, or anything. All I know is I should get to the airport, on the plane, and make sure I have met up with the others before I get off. Works for me!

The four musketeersThis turns out to be easier said than done, though. I do not see anyone waiting at what I think is the info-desk. Then, while standing in line for the security check, I suddenly see the *real* info-desk and realise my mistake… too late of course. Ah well, can’t be helped. By the time the gates open, I am getting a little anxious… but then I spot someone who just has to be Michiel’s (i.e. the groom’s) brother. Found ’em!
There are 9 Dutchy’s flying today: Michiel’s  father, his brother, 2 aunt, a niece, and “the four musketeers”: Koos, Johan, Tas (not his real name, but to avoid confusion with the groom I will call him “Tas” here) and me. We will be sharing a room in the hostel, while the family will be staying in a hotel a couple of blocks further.

A quick flight, later, we land in Budapest. I am curious to see how we will find our bus driver(s) on a terminal, but before we’ve finished the coffee, Koos has found them already. Turns out Koos speaks a tiny bit of Hungarian — his brother, Michiel’s witness, is married to a Hungarian. We manage to get our things into the van and leave the airport on schedule. Given that the plane was delayed, this is an unexpected pleasure. The first stop, after an hour or three, is still in Hungary, at a local diner. The prices of food take some getting used to — it’s rather cheap compared to The Netherlands.

The border crossing goes swiftly — much easier than at the airport at any rate. A short ride from the border we gas up and have a 15 minute break, after which we continue into the Transsylvanian night. In the bus, Gert-jan, Koos, Tas and me play cards — rikken. For some of them it has been a very long while, which leads to some hilarious surprises. Eventually, we tire of the game and settle to glance at Transsylvania. While the night is slowly settling, the full moon eerily illuminates the desolate landscape… Welcome to Transsylvania!

After some more hours of driving, we finally enter (well, “fly”… the bus company’s name, ‘nemeth speed’, was deserved!) into Cluj Napoca, the place to be for the wedding. Quite a bit bigger than I had expected actually. We end up at the big church, where Michiel is waiting for us. After settling in to our respective ho(s)tels, we join up with the others for dinner. Afterwards, the night is of course still young, we explore and discover the Romanian nightlife.

After a short search, we hear some music pumping out of a cellar. Well, why not? So we enter the building, go down and find a hip bar (‘Avenue’) downstairs. Many tables, many people sitting and talking, but also loud music, and much dancing. The Romanian nightlife is cool, exciting, and hip. The crowd here seems to be 16 (on average). This gets corrected five minutes later when a couple of girls walk in with a birthday cake with candles “19”. By that time, the Romanian approach to picking up girls has completely dumbfounded us musketeers. One thing is clear, we are missing some of the subtleties involved.

But that’s not what we’re here for anyway. The music is pumping, the party is going, and we are having fun! Relatively early we call it a night. Well, we know what to do tomorrow!

Zieleroerselen

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

In de trein. Vermoeiende dag achter de rug. Vermoeiend weekend achter de rug. Eigenlijk een vermoeiende week, of nee, maand, of nee… wannneer heb ik voor het laatst eigenlijk uitgeslapen? Of goed geslapen? Doet er ook niet toe.

In de trein. Emotionele dag achter de rug. Emotionele week achter de rug. Eigenlijk… shit. Ik zou zeggen vakantie. Komt er ook al aan, alsof het allemaal op bestelling loopt.

Zo slecht gaat het niet hoor. Eigenlijk gaat het prima — reuze zelfs. Zit alleen even in een klein dipje, het is nu wat laat. Alweer. Dat went trouwens best. Dus dat is het eigenlijk niet. Maar dat wist ik ook wel.

In de trein. Nog iets van twee uur te gaan voor ik aankom. Dan nog een half uur lopen. Met mijn aandachtsboog verveel ik me uiteraard na vijf minuten al te pleuris. Gratis krant uit. Er liggen nog vijf exemplaren hier en daar op de grond. Het is hier een zwijnenstal.

In de trein, verveeld, laat. Je moet wat. Werk dan maar? Geen zin in, of eigenlijk wel zin in. Plus die vervelende aandachtsboog he. Je zou het beter een aandachtslijn kunnen noemen. Ik pak mijn tas. In een ultieme poging het werk van mij af te houden, open ik niet het hoofdvak, maar het voorvak. Een nutteloze poging, weet ik bij voorbaat.

Twee kandelaars, netjes opgerold. Shit. Dat was dus toch het verkeerde vak. Daar zit ik dan, met mezelf en twee kandelaren in de trein. Vermoeid. Laat ik dat niet vergeten zeg, dat is een plausibele uitvlucht. Wat eenwoord, daar kan ik vast ook even met mijn gedachten heen — een seconde of vijf. Het voorvak is dicht, de kandelaars uit het zicht, de laptop gepakt, het werk roept. De kandelaars zijn nog niet uit mijn gedachten.
Shit.

Away from the ‘Bourg

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

So, at WISSec I met a couple of old friends and made some new ones. I was invited to visit Twente and perhaps give a talk there. That prospect sounded quite nice, since there are quite a number of people living in Enschede that I hadn’t seen in ages. However, first things first: I was off to Zurich for the weekend, meeting up with some friends (and having a much-needed conversation in the train with a friend).

So, as if me going to Zurich and planning to go to Twente wasn’t enough, Mihai and Raluca stopped by on their way moving back from Zurich to Twente :) We had a nice weekend here, talked quite a bit about stuff (well, WISSec was still fresh in memory) and then they were already leaving. Since they were going to shop at the Auchan first, I offered to show them the way. Well, I do know where the Auchan is… but getting there by car is slightly less easy than I thought. We first missed the parking garage entry — well, not really a problem. We then came close to the roundabout. Okay, so turn around and redo from start. Since we were turning around, we took the leftmost lane… which put us below the roundabout, on the highway to Trier. Le oops!

Well, after a fun drive through Luxembourg, we arrived back at the Auchan, and this time we did manage to enter the parking garage :)

After that, I started preparing for VOTE-ID — joechei, a paper got accepted somewhere! On Thursday, I’d be presenting the paper in Bochum (Germany), and right now it was Monday and the presentation was far from ready…

Fastforward, VOTE-ID was very nice, and meeting the familiar and not-yet-familiar faces was once again the highlight of the event (for me at least). Berry Schoenmakers gave a keynote address on “the evoting crisis” (inspired by “the software crisis”); there were interesting talks and more interesting people (as said). I’ve been back in Luxembourg now for 3 days and still need to digest most of what happened.

Then again, that is also partially due to the overload of other things happening. I found out that Bochum was really close to Enschede (closer than either Eindhoven or Luxembourg), so I went to visit Enschede. That weekend was wonderful, so no time to let VOTE-ID sink in slowly. And then, back here in Bourg, the intermediate report for my BFR grant was due, so that was the primary focus until now. Having finished those things, I just need to update my Bochum paper & slides, start preparing this talk I will be giving in Twente (I promised, so now I have to go there again (;-)), wrap up some WISSec stuff, and then I can actually get back to checking what happened there!

Pfffft, hope that’ll happen around next week.
Recent noteworthiness: Happy Birthday Aleksander!