Monday, August 30, 2004
The nice thing about jet lag after a long trip westward (say, from Austria to the U.S.) is that you wake up early enough to enjoy the morning, something I tend not normally to do. Which is why it's too bad I am not still in my beloved Chicago enjoying a cup of coffee while watching the sun rise over Lake Michigan, but instead sitting in a hotel room in Riverside, California, site (Riverside, not my hotel room) of the annual meeting of the Division of Particles and Fields of the American Physical Society. Tuesday afternoon I'll be giving a review talk on "Theoretical Cosmology," which sounds a bit too comprehensive to be coherent, but we'll give it a go. Since it's the last talk of the conference, likely nobody will be in the audience; if I remember I'll post a link to the slides (once, you know, they've been written).
In the meantime, I'll share this. Poet Richard O'Connell was kind enough to email me a copy of this poem he wrote in 1976:
To Beta, Cosmically ConsideredMaybe I can figure out some way to work it into the talk.
Also, read about a Big Bang in your bedroom. (No, it's not what you think.) I will explain later.