Monthly Archives: January 2022

Yesterday’s post reminds me of an incident over 50 years ago in Ithaca, NY. At the time we worked at Cornell and lived in an apartment in College Town, at the edge of the campus. We didn’t have a car … Continue reading →

I’m thinking about Stanford in Germany a lot and trying to figure out how to describe those six months. In the meantime I was tickled by these two paragraphs in the Boston Globe about the weather there. As she walked … Continue reading →

So what happened here that fateful Friday? I came in early so I could finish writing down an answer to a problem set and turn it in before class. Then three of the guys came over. Two sat next to … Continue reading →

I found some old maps of the campus and figured out where the old HEPL building had been and how Andy had walked there from his dorm. (I can’t remember how I got there from my place in Palo Alto.) … Continue reading →

I’m spending a lot of time figuring out where the old HEPL building was. And I’m looking at pictures of the campus and trying to relate them to maps. At this point it’s about detective work and visualization, not old … Continue reading →

The HEPL building, 58 years old, a Stanford baby boomer born in 1949 in the aftermath of World War II, a child prodigy that produced the world’s first full-scale linear accelerator when only a year old and won the Nobel … Continue reading →

Note to self, don’t play PuzzWord in the evenings. Sunday night I kept dreaming about putting five-letter words into boxes. I’m not sure last night was that much better, I dreamed about using the weight machines at the Y, even … Continue reading →

Mostly our town has had a lower COVID case rate than the rest of New Mexico, but suddenly it has shot up. I’m double masking when I go to the store, and we had to decide whether to keep Andy’s … Continue reading →

People tend to gain in tolerance and grow more generous-spirited as they get older, but on the other hand, we often lose connectedness and some degree of interest in what’s going on, so our generosity is not that expensive to … Continue reading →

One tree is like another tree, but not too much. One tulip is like the next tulip, but not altogether. More or less like people—a general outline, then the stunning individual strokes. —Mary Oliver Yes, people can be quite different. … Continue reading →