Sabbatical over

Too much life for blogging, since July. Freud is supposed to have said  that all that really matters is Love and Work.  If that be so, then I live as one should, because all I do is love, and work.  Term began on the 20th, and I enjoy the contact with bright, hopeful youngsters again.
In the tail end of the Summer, I read through some engaging stuff: (the English and Irish text of) a parallel-text anthology of  Irish poetry with Czech translations (ISBN 80-86055-80-9), a collection of essays about Ireland, by a German journalist (Ralph Sotscheck, Saint Patrick in der Bingohalle, Irische Einblicke, ISBN 3-85452-718-7), Collected Stories by V.S. Pritchett (ISBN 0-7011-2305-2), a collection by Isaac Bashevis Singer (A Crown of Feathers  and other stories, ISBN 0-224-00986-9),
a translation of The Analects of Confucius (ISBN 978-1853-26462-7), a biography of the poet Attila Josef, by Thomas Kabdebo (ISBN 1-89792202-7), a couple of rather dated books on cosmology:
G.J. Whitrow, the Structure and Evolution of the Universe, Hutchinson, 1959; and G.C. McVittie, Fact and Theory in Cosmology, Eyre and Spottiswoode, 1961, and I reread a translation of J.L. Borges collection Ficciones, Grove Press 1962 and Feynman's sparkling and provocative memoir, Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!    Pritchett and Singer are just brilliant, but  I can't imagine what I saw in Borges. 
Now I'm just reading Maths, apart from occasional dips into the Tale of Genji.  It looks as though this novel will take me a long, long time.
I'm teaching introductory mathematical computing, with Maple, and basic real analysis.
I'm currently investigating the distribution of cubic residues to composite moduli, with an application in view to Diophantine approximation.  I like number theory, but have a lot to learn.