Tonight (6/29) 6pm at Redbones. Let me know if you want to come so I can reserve us a able!
Therefore, I propose a dinner mob!
Let's say, Friday 6pm, the Bertucci's at Alewife. Unless someone has a better suggestion.
Also, I propose a dim sum mob!
Let's say, Saturday morning at 10am, New China Pearl in Woburn.
Please comment below if you'd like to come.
Also if you can't come to either of these, let me know, since my schedule is pretty flexible right now. I might also propose a Saturday night dinner mob, if I can think of a good place to go to. Maybe Redbones?
And if you're in Italy, phooey on you! I mean, maybe I'll catch you next time I'm in town.
So, I volunteered to make an octopode to send to Italy. (The Italy octopodes story is someone else's, so I won't go into it here.) I made this smirking troublemaker out of some yarn I had lying around. She insists that she's silver, not gray, thankyouverymuch.
When my kids saw her and I told them that she was going to Italy, they told me I had made her all wrong. And since my kids are brilliant, I made her a friend...
Now, to send them off...
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Despite living over a thousand miles away, despite having been born in raised in Chicago, despite the amount of time that has past since I lived in Massachusetts, in many ways I still consider Boston to be my home. So, although I live and work in areas that are highly unlikely to be the subject of a terrorist attack (there's gotta be some silver lining to living in a fly-over state), all I really want to do is curl up under the bedcovers and cry.
I don't even need a map to know the locations that I'm hearing about in the news. I can see the towns, the neighborhoods, the streets that they are talking about. It's invaded my freaking college campus!
I am thinking of every single one of my friends who live in the Boston area, and there are an awful lot of you. I'm sure that what I'm going through here is much milder than what you are actually living through right now, and yet my minor personal struggles, like driving through work through blowing snow and icy roads, seem tiny and petty in comparison.
I'm experiencing a similar gut-wrenching feeling and disconnect from reality, like I'm living in a really bad action flick, that I experienced on September 11, 2001, when I was still living in Arlington, MA.
Anyway, I really needed to get that out of my system, and hopefully I can move on with my day now. Thank goodness for icanhazcheezburger.com.
I work at a school for people who have finished high school and want to learn more. People take classes from me to learn how and why things in space and on the ground move the way they do. Last fall, my students learned how balls move when you throw them, using numbers. Now my students (different students from last fall) are learning about worlds around other stars. Outside classes, I study how worlds form around other stars. I use great big computers to study this. Worlds form out of stuff left behind from when the star formed. You can see this stuff around young stars when you look at them with things that can see far. Sometimes you can see a world hiding in the stuff, too.
Here we come proposaling so faaair to be seen,
Love and Joy come to you!
and to you an Excellent Review!
NASA bless you and grant you some funding next year,
NASA grant you some funding next year.
Since the deadline is tomorrow, at least I'll have the long weekend to recover from proposaling all week.
This morning, it's f**king snowing in $UNIVERSITY_TOWN.
Part of me was tempted to enter, "This science is totally cool and awesome!" or "this is teh best science EVAR" but I was good and entered in something serious but comprehensible.
It brings to mind a conversation I had with a colleague recently - writing rejection letters in txt msg format. "No job 4 U. kthxbai."
So I've come to the conclusion that I'm training them to shave yaks.
If you don't know the yak-shaving analogy, it goes something like this for astronomer.
You've taken some photometric data at a telescope on some object (star, galaxy, planet, quasar, etc.). You look in the literature, and you see that similar observations have been made on that same object over time, and you get the idea that maybe the source has been varying over time. But the observations have been done at different telescopes, and not all of them have used the same photometric filters you have. But if you know the passbands, you can calibrate the photometry to a standard set of filters. Except for this one set of observations, so you look up their reference for their filters and the transmission functions are indeed published -- tattooed on the side of yak. So there you are shaving a yak so that somewhere down the line you can do real science.
These first year students? They wouldn't be able to get to the first step in this process. It's a matter both of unfamiliarity with the subject matter, but also being unfamiliar with the whole problem-solving process that will get them to an answer. So while I might complain about spending my time yak-shaving, that's only because I already know how to find, herd, and wrangle the yaks already.