Most of my good friends are, like me, academically-inclined. Over the past several years many of these talented young Canadians have sought bigger and better opportunities at American schools, which often leads to interesting, prestigious and well-paid American jobs. I find this so-called brain drain very troubling for personal and patriotic reasons, so I am thrilled to report that the past month has been good for me and for Canada.
Roger (second-from-left) turned down a fascinating job with Google to live in his father's basement while he searchers for a condo and a niche for mathematical consulting in Vancouver. Cydney (second-from-right) extricated herself from the cutthroat world of genomics at MIT to pursue her interest in data visualization at the Michael Smith Genome Sciences Center. Peter (far left) has switched from being the artificial intelligence lead at Rockstar Games in New England to an as-yet-undefined position at Rockstar in Vancouver. Russell will probably never come home, but three out of four ain't bad.
In celebration of this happy repatriation Cydney's mother Bev invited the gang to her lovely new home in Sechelt for a few days this week. David and I left Farcical Farm in the capable hands of Melissa while we spent some time in the lap of luxury. When luxury woke up it was dismayed to find rabble like us aboard, so we headed back to the old routine comfortable in the knowledge that some close friends are now close at hand.