
Over the summer, my family and I took a holiday, driving around Tasmania. It was great, of course, albeit the ferry over was a bad mistake.1 Our first stop was Stanley, a gorgeous, windswept town, featuring a mini Ayers Rock, and penguins that could be viewed unobscured by an MCG-sized stadium or a crazed horde of fellow tourists. Also in Stanley, as it happened, I found a book. Continue reading “Arithmetic, CAS and the Dangers of Obsession”




