25 june 2009
How is it that my heart is so tender and fragile this morning, as I sit at my desk and struggle to contemplate imaging algorithms?
It has, in part, to do with the realization this week that I won't be going to Paris to present work at a research conference to which I was accepted; financial difficulties have intervened. I had started to see it as a magic panacea; surely the mere re-positioning could not have helped me remember my happier mindset in the revelatory way I had begun to imagine. But without it, I am not sure what type of solution to grope for.