Opportunity

One of the things I love about attending conferences is the chance to meet people and have great conversations. Then there are just those who I get to meet. I got to meet Paul Hewitt several years ago at a conference, and I got to tell him that I knew a woman who had taken his physics course and majored in physics because of him. I got to make him smile.

Paul Hewitt is the author of a physics textbook called Conceptual Physics. We use it at my school for the lowest level of first year physics, and I also have AP students read it. Many physics teachers admire Paul Hewitt very much, so it is actually pretty cool to have met him. I can also impress my students by recounting how I heard a talk by S. James Gates, who to my students is “the guy on the poster.” I’m not sure why it is so exciting to have seen in person a guy on a poster, but OK.

Well, this conference is the one where I got to have my picture taken with Connie Willis, one of my favorite authors! Woot! She even gave me permission to put the photo on my blog, so here it is:

When I was in high school, I first read Willis’s novelette Blued Moon, which was published in Asimov’s* (a magazine of short science fiction stories) in the 1980’s. I loved it, and thought that even my mother would enjoy it. My mom said she didn’t like science fiction, but this was a story about coincidence, language, and English majors.

Since then, I have read every book and story by Connie Willis that I have been able to find. I learned that he husband was a physics professor somehow, which made a lot of sense when I read At the Rialto and her novel Bellwether. At the Rialto is a short story that takes place at a quantum mechanics conference, and Bellwether involves someone who keeps alive the memory of her high school physics teacher.

I met Connie’s husband Courtney Willis at a conference in Madison, WI. I was heading out to find dinner one evening with my friend Liz, and Courtney was also on the same mission. We all found our way to an Afghan restaurant and had a good meal and a good conversation. Then a year or so ago I finally met Connie Willis when she gave a talk and a reading at Swarthmore College. She had a bad cold at the time, but she did the reading anyway and I hung on every word, and afterward asked her to sign my copy of her novel Passage.  The novel she read from that night will probably be published next spring (2010) and I am very much looking forward to reading it! It takes place largely in her favorite time and place: World War II, the Blitz. It features characters who are time-traveling historians, as in her short story Fire Watch and her novels Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog.

So, I still haven’t had a true conversation with Connie Willis, but I am still pretty pleased to have had several opportunities to say hello at the conference, and feel all glowy that I was at the same conference as Connie Willis. I also stayed at the same hotel Al Gore spoke in, in the same city where President Obama was spending the weekend, and I was in the same room as a Nobel-prize-winning physicist more than once! So I guess it was a pretty special weekend, but I still missed my husband and our cat. I’m glad to be home!

*short for Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine

Another one

It’s going to be another one of those weeks.  The end of another marking period, grades are due on Friday next, I have a backlog of grading to do.  Well, at least I am not taking any online graduate courses right now!  And I finished reading C. J. Cherryh’s latest: Regenesis (I shouldn’t have started it, but I love Cherryh and it is a sequel to her novel Cyteen) so that won’t be bugging me.  I don’t HAVE to do any Japanese lessons, since I am my own taskmaster in that.

So if you don’t hear from me again until February, now you know why.

In the meantime, here is a photo of the hard disk from my parents’ old computer, that I took apart and ran a strong magnet over a bunch of times so nobody can steal their data.  And then I hung the disk itself in the dining room by the sliding glass door, in hope that it will discourage wood doves from flinging themselves at it.

Giving 2

I win.

You know how it is really fun to find someone exactly the right gift, and they didn’t even know they wanted it or even suspect it as a possibility?

And then they react to it, and you feel all smiley inside because they love it, and its perfect, and you are so amazing to have found it!

I did that.

When I visited my parents over break, I perused the outside of their refrigerator as I always do, scanning the postcards, photos, newspaper clippings, and other things that find themselves stuck on refrigerators.  I tend to re-read the poems there, clipped from the Buffalo News and yellowed with several years of existence.

Mom saw me reading and remarked that she would love to have a book of poems by Albert Sterbak, who wrote three of the poems on the fridge.  So, since her birthday is in January (she shares the birthdate with  Stephen Hawking, David Bowie, Elvis Presley, and Mary Queen of Scots) I immediately started searching for such a book.  No luck.  Not on Amazon.  Nothing on Google.  But I was able to find an address.

So I wrote to Mr. Sterbak, with a nice pen on nice paper and sent it in a stamped envelope, hoping to have found the correct Mr. Albert Sterbak in my search.  I did, and he called me up on the land-line phone!  (This is the way we all used to do things)

We had a lovely conversation, and Mr. Sterbak agreed to send an autographed  poem to my mom, since he has no book as of yet.  We decided on a sonnet that is also a recipe, albeit a recipe for weasel (he didn’t tell me that part on the phone) and in less than a week I was on the phone with my mom hearing the excitement in her voice as she read the address from the envelope (in poem form), the sonnet, and the letter from Mr. Sterbak.  She was very happy and very surprised!  WIN!

I wrote back to Mr. Sterbak with a check enclosed.  After all, he had spent time and postage and this was a gift for my mom.  And while he has no book I would have bought one.  But today, I received my own poetically-addressed letter.  Actually, it is a limerick and an additional couplet:

O Postman:

Please rush this without a delay
To Ms. XXXXXX in MORTON, P-A
The Zip, when you go
Is 1 – 9 – 0 – 7- 0
But the rest doesn’t rhyme much, I’d say

Yet, lest this cause you further pain,
Try 1 – 3 – 8 ALTHEA LANE

He refused my check (sent it back), and mentioned that he has placed my letter and the one my mom sent him in thanks on his own refrigerator.

So, maybe eventually there will be a published book of light verse by Mr. Albert Sterbak.  In the meantime, write your favorite living poet a fan letter!  You never know what may happen!

Mid-January 2009

I apologize for the extremely uncreative title.  But this is a catch-up post.

It’s mid-January already.  The marking period ends next week and all the kids are overwhelmed with projects and tests.  It’s only a week since we came back from break and it seems like break never happened.

My wonderful husband went to California last week to do some work, mostly videotaping but some web-tech stuff also.  Once his work was done he stayed for an extra couple of days to hang out with friends and play Rock Band with people who could really handle it…unlike those of us who played on January 2, who benefitted from the “no-fail feature.”  No, these were people who could keep my husband on his toes!

Meanwhile, I was home, working.  I had to do all of the chores myself: cooking, taking out the trash, feeding the cat, etc.  Which really is not all that hard to do.  I took advantage of my opportunity and last Tuesday I roasted a chicken, using a recipe from the Garlic, Garlic, Garlic cookbook involving roasting some garlic, then putting the roasted garlic, a halved lemon and some herbs inside the chicken before roasting the chicken.  Afterward, a sauce is made with pan juices, more lemon juice, and the roasted garlic.  The bird comes out really tender and yummy!

I’m still eating chicken.

I am down to a last sandwich-worth of chicken salad, however, so that is pretty good.  I had some of it as soup, when I came down with “the virus going around school” last week.  I woke up freezing cold and wet with sweat several times a night for two nights in a row, and was achy and dizzy and very brain-fogged.  It made teaching a challenge, especially on Friday.  So anyway, I made a really easy chicken soup, as shown here:

Easy chicken soup, by teawithbuzz

• 3 cups water
• 1 tbs “better than bouillon” chicken base
• about 1 carrot, chopped
• about 1 stalk celery, chopped
• about 1/2 cup chopped cooked chicken
• 1 handful egg noodles

Put water and chicken base in pot, bring to a boil.  Add carrots and celery, simmer 5 minutes.  Add chicken and egg noodles, simmer until noodles are tender.  Serves 2, or serves one for dinner and serves one again for lunch the next day.

I slept a LOT over the weekend to recover, and I feel much better now, plus I have my husband back now, and he cooked a yummy stir-fry for dinner!    I enjoy having someone else cook dinner!

Unfinished

This is the pile of books on my bedside table.  I have started reading all but two of them: Surfing Through Hyperspace and Genius.  Am I making progress on the pile over this mini-break for Thanksgiving?  No.  I picked up a novel I’ve read before, instead.

To be honest, Death in the Andes is hard to get into, and not particularly pleasant.  I have already read many of the stories collected in The Winds of Marble Arch (Connie Willis is one of my favorite authors, and I am eagerly awaiting the release of her novel All Clear next year.)  Physics of the Impossible and Krakatoa are fascinating and engrossing (yes, both!), and I go through little bursts of reading one or the other for several days over breakfast.  I haven’t picked up Driving Mr. Albert in over a year–both it and Krakatoa had used to live in the basement lavatory until I rescued them this summer, and I started back in on the one but not the other.  Guns, Germs, and Steel is something I keep meaning to get back to, but I feel like I ought to read some of the others first as it is a relatively recent addition to the pile.

I have in fact removed three books from the pile this past year, having finished them.

What’s on your bedside table (or equivalent)?  Which of these should I try to finish first?

I love to read – part 2

There was a time in my life, from middle school through college, when I rarely read a non-fiction book for pleasure.  As a younger kid, I read many non-fiction books, about astronomy, archaeology and ancient history, dinosaurs, and other science-y topics.  I loved them.  But there was perhaps a dearth of such books aimed at 13- to 20-year-olds (or I had read them at an earlier age), or I really needed an escape in those turbulent and emotional teenage years.  Whatever the reason, I immersed myself in fiction whenever I could.  Nowadays, I am more receptive to non-fiction.  Here are some recommendations:

The first adult-level non-fiction book that was not assigned reading for a college course and which made a big impression on me (as in “Wow!  What a GREAT book!”) was Women’s Work: The First 20,000 Years, by Elizabeth Wayland Barber.  This book about the history of textiles and women in society opened my eyes to things I never knew and is very engaging and accessible to the layperson.  While it may seem obvious to some that women would be interested in clothing, this book is not about fashion but the culture, meaning, and creation of cloth for fashion and decoration, from the paleolithic through ancient Greek and Egyptian times.  Barber starts with the earliest known textiles, of which there may be no evidence other than in ancient carvings or paintings.  I loved this book, and I finished it quickly!

Another great book from a similar time in my life is A Scientist in the City, by James Trefil.  I read this on an airplne to Chicago for an education conference when I was still new to teaching.  I read this book without particular expectations, and I loved it.  I love cities, and I was fascinated by the complexity of the systems that make cities possible.  I was also impressed by the accessibility of this book.  You do not have to be a scientist to enjoy it, only interested.  Well, it helps to have some high school education.  I have passed this book along to high school students, only to have them keep it for months, because after they read it, their mom has to read it, and their brother, and it takes a while before I get my copy back!

In a completely different vein is The Cartoon History of Time by Kate Charlesworth and John Gribbin.  Is there a name for non-fiction graphic novels?  Because this is one.  Dramatically different from Larry Gonick’s The Cartoon Guide to Physics, The Cartoon History of Time is very short (only 64 pages), very colorful, and is hosted by Junior Chicken and Alexis the ‘Quantum’ cat.  Starting with the laws of thermodynamics and explaining quantum theory, cosmology and relativity on the way, this is a fun and humorous look at exactly what the title says: the history of time.  Along the way, famous physicists are introduced and pop culture references abound.  While I love this book as well, I rarely find another person who loves it as much as I do, in fact most people I mention it to seem never to have heard of it.  However, I found another person in that situation, Lucy Lyall who is the creator of the webcomic Kaspall not only knows this book well but her whole family loves it—and yet, most people she knows/meets have never heard of it when she describes it as an inspiration for becoming a comic artist!

This winter I finished reading a book I spent at least two years reading: The Ancestor’s Tale by Richard Dawkins.  Dawkins is a most excellent writer.  I love his precise and elegant sentences and the way he explains the more obscure vocabulary words that are specific to genetics and biology.  One of the best things about this book is that it is broken into small pieces, of only a few pages each.  Though the whole book (not including the notes and bibliography) is 614 pages, I could read three pages before falling asleep, feel like I had learned something, and not have difficulty picking it up again a week later.  I learned a LOT from this book.  Evolution is a topic I understand, but I am far from being an expert in it.  Dawkins helped me understand better where the evidence comes from and how we can trace the changes back to the origins of life on Earth.

While I was already reading The Ancestor’s Tale bit by bit, my husband returned from a trip with a book he’d picked up at the airport for airplane reading: Lynne Truss’s Eats, Shoots & Leaves.  A charming book that appeals to those of us who are well-educated and enjoy good usage of Standard English, our copy comes with a “Punctuation Repair Kit” featuring sticky-backed apostrophes/commas to be placed appropriately when needed.  What is missing is the jumbo bottle of correction fluid for removing unnecessary quotation marks!  Interestingly, I still remember vividly the first time I heard that joke about the panda, told to me by my friend Line.

A panda walks into a bar,and orders a sandwich.  The waiter doesn’t blink an eye, and goes ahead and brings the panda the sandwich.  The panda sits and eats the sandwich, then when the waiter brings the check the panda pulls out a gun and shoots the waiter!  Then the panda starts towards the door.  The bartender who witnessed the scene from behind the bar leaps out and chases after the panda, yelling “What do you think you’re doing!  Why did you shoot the waiter?  He didn’t do anything to you!”  The panda turns and says to the bartender “I’m a panda.  Look it up.”  Then the panda continues on his way.  So the bartender goes back to the bar where he keeps his handy  encyclopedia, opens the book to the entry on pandas, and reads “Panda: a black and white bear native to China.  Eats, shoots and leaves.”

About six years ago I picked up Mark Kurlansky’s tome Salt: a World History from the library, and read it while waiting for vacuums to form in various machinery I was using during my summer doing carbon nanotube research at the University of Pennsylvania.  Nearly every day I was evaporating metal onto a substrate to test electrodes, or putting my electrodes in a vacuum oven to test their durability under high heat and low oxygen.  When you need extreme vacuum, you have to wait awhile to get the air pressure low enough.  That gives plenty of time to read, which is good because Salt is a thick book.  However, it is fascinating!  When you look at history through the supply of salt available in various locations at various times, it is amazing how much influence such a simple and abundant compound has had.  I liked this book so much I gave a copy to friends as a Christmas present!  Now, since it is a holiday weekend, I am reading Kurlansky’s much slimmer volume Cod.

If you have a chance, try out one of these books!  If you think there are books I’d like based on what I’ve said about these books, I’d love to hear about them.  Summer library season is right around the corner!

I love to read – part 1

Since I was tiny, I have consumed books like I breathe oxygen.  My parents started me on this path early, encouraging me to sound out words in books as soon as I showed an interest in being able to read for myself the books we brought home from the library.  My parents enrolled me in a book club, and I received books in the mail for years.  Some stories are still stuck in my mind: The Giant Jam Sandwich, in which a town solves their wasp problem in an inventive way; Stand Back, Said the Elephant, I’m Going to Sneeze, which is mostly about what happened the last time the elephant sneezed, and I loved the original stories from A. A. Milne about Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin.

I can remember in middle school reading six or seven books a week, in addition to whatever was required in English class.  However, most novels assigned in English class were not to my tastes.  The big exception was Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, which I read nearly all the way through on the first night.  When the quiz question the next day was “What happened in chapter six?” I was stumped.  Since the teacher had assigned up to chapter six, she assumed we would all read only that far.  But I couldn’t put it down.

I took AP English Literature when I was a senior in high school.  I barely remember the books we read.  The two novels I remember are The Great Gatsby, and The Stranger.  Plus I remember writing one of the examination essays about Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, so we must have read that as well.  Why aren’t most of the books I studied in school the ones I love?  Why don’t I love all these examples of “great literature?”  I have always wondered.

What do I love about books?

I love plot.  I get drawn in by characters I can empathize with.  I like language that is clear, modern, and straightforward.  I like characters to make choices I find sensible—what would I do in the same situation? I also like a certain sense of humor.

Example:

I have never enjoyed reading Jane Austen.  I admit it has been a few years since I tried, but I have never successfully read an entire Jane Austen novel.  Compare to C.J. Cherryh.  While I cannot claim to love ALL of Cherryh’s work (her Russian folk-fantasy books were not my cup of tea, for example), there are many novels of hers I have re-read multiple times.  Why the difference?  Especially when a number of my friends appreciate Jane Austen very much?

Austen’s main characters are women.  The novels take place in country homes, the language is decidedly not modern, and the plots center around romance and the petty intrigues that romance can involve.  It’s like high school.  People snub each other, pass notes, try to attract attention from the right person, wind up with the wrong person who turn out to be the right person…I don’t mind watching the movies, but I won’t spend the time it takes to work through the books.

Many of Cherryh’s main characters are men.  The novels take place in the far future, once it is possible to travel between star systems in a matter of months as opposed to years. (OK, not something that can ever happen, but a useful plot device.) Cherryh used to teach high school Latin, but her language is very modern. While the plots can be traditional such as “coming of age” or “outcast learns to fit in,” she also explores the idea of “first contact” —what happens when one group of people encounters another group for the first time.

Maybe you have seen a movie about humanity’s “first contact” with an alien culture, such as Close Encounters of the Third Kind, or ET: The Extra Terrestrial.  Cherryh’s books are so much better!  The advantage that Cherryh has as a novelist is that she can go much further than any movie.  Also, she can use words to create a vision in the reader’s mind of what the “aliens” look like, without the clumsiness of movie special effects.  While movie special effects are getting better and better, they still can’t compare to the pictures inside my head.

Take Cherryh’s Chanur series of novels: a human captured by one set of “aliens” escapes and stumbles onto the ship of a different species of “alien.”  Cherryh excels at portraying alien cultures through their interactions among themselves, their foods, their rules for government, their family structures, and their negotiations.  There is never a lesson, or an aside for explaining who these people are.  Background gets filled in gradually as different situations arise in the plot.  One of the great things about these books is that the one human character isn’t even the protagonist.  The human is in the position of the unknown outsider, and the narrative never takes his point of view.  This is a refreshing and different way of presenting the situation.

Another Cherryh novel I love is Cyteen.  This is a complex story originally published as a trilogy, in which a powerful and ferociously intelligent woman is cloned after her death and her clone is raised to be as much like the original woman as possible.  While the overall plot is ultimately political, so much goes on in this novel that it is difficult to describe.  In addition to the clone main character, there is a second main character: a man who was emotionally scarred by the original woman and who watches the clone grow up and be manipulated by her uncle.  A psychological theme runs throughout, as does a moral theme: that of the clones.  The powerful woman was the head of a company that makes cloned workers (among other things) and trains them through subliminal tapes listened to under the influence of drugs.  Brave New World and soma?  To some extent.  But while I was not interested in reading Brave New World (though I did read the whole novel), I loved reading Cyteen which is about three times as long!  I never empathized with the characters in Brave New World, but I felt Justin’s pain and Ari’s frustrations along with them in Cherryh’s amazing novel.  Why is it different?  Maybe Huxley was just too blunt with his Ford and Freud.  Maybe he went too far in making his dystopia.  Cherryh’s future (and far-away) world is much more ambiguous, with more shades of gray.  Huxley’s London wasn’t a place I wanted to explore.  Cherryh’s ReseuneLabs (where much of Cyteen takes place) is vivid and interesting.

I also recommend Cherryh’s other stories that take place, like Cyteen, in her vividly-imagined Alliance-Union universe.  These include Finity’s End, Tripoint, Heavy Time, and Downbelow Station.  Her Foreigner series is also excellent, and has stretched to three trilogies by now, with Cherryh working on yet another book in what will be the fourth trilogy.

I plan to tell you more about other books and I like, but it may be a while before I do.  I hope you take a chance on Cherryh sometime, if you haven’t read her books before.  Maybe you’ll find that Cherryh is your Jane Austen, and you can’t finish the book.  But maybe you will like her stuff!