I went round to Lara and Seth's last night, to ogle their subwoofers. They currently have two on loan, the theory being that they'll buy one of them. I was probably spectacularly unhelpful, as I did my tedious-lowgrade-audiophile thing by sticking something fairly clean on to see how musical it sounded. Actually, the track it was an alternative to (something by NiN) had a one-note bassline, which is not the best test of a speaker's ability to hold a tune. Anyway, it was fun and they made me tea, and a copy of the 1000 hurts CD to replace the one that went walkies. Many thanks.
I didn't actually leave last thing, quite, so iI watched tylluan_dawell's copy of High Art. Very good, although while it has a very welcome appearance from Ally Sheedy, I notice they totally wasted Sarita Choudhury by only giving her two lines in the whole film. Not even enough to get a credit at the end.
The light this morning as I walked in had a strange yellow cast. Not like a golden sunrise, but a colder yellow with a hint of sulphur, like you see before a storm sometimes but from a mostly clear sky. It was coming at the usual low winter-morning angle, picking out all the details on the buildings. After arriving, I spent a couple of hours walking a postdoc through using the confocal. It's been fairly quiet since then, though.