Cali, F&F, writing

west coast,

best coast.

Yesterday, after Red Rock, Z took me on a tour of Carnegie-Mellon’s campus in Moffett Field, which included driving by several large wind tunnels and blimp hangars. Then I drove to Kepler’s for coffee and visitations with S and LC, which included a trip on campus, to Sweet Hall. (The former White Plaza has been transfigured by lineated bike lanes and large concrete blocks preventing bikers from biking freely elsewhere–and the former Intersection of Death has a giant roundabout.)

This was followed by a harrowing drive in traffic north to San Francisco, where I met with M, had amazing Vietnamese food, walked along my beloved Valencia Street from 18th south, and saw her new place.

There was a street fair going on in the Mission, and people were running in and out of all the stores. Live music was playing. M bumped into an old Swarthmorean, her friend A, currently getting his PhD at Stanford. He and I danced around Mark McGurls’ The Program Era and the Batuman MFA-bashing article. I told him I was writing a response, which seems more true now that I have told more people.

This morning, in Mountain View, it is a bit gray and cloudy outside. Up and working on a grant and on physics labs. It is wonderful to be here. I’m seeing old friends almost every night.

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Cali

blogging live

from the Red Rock Cafe in Mountain View, California. Feels like old times. Today, I shall see friends, and be unproductive pleasantly lazy. Tomorrow, the same.

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going to California

for a month, tomorrow. First to the North, then to the South, then to the MLA, then back to Baltimore for another installment of the intersession course on musicals. But first: a month (a month!) in Cali.

Plane reading: "Damned to Fame: The Life of Samuel Beckett" by James Knowlson. And a semester full of physics labs that need to be proofread. And a checked bag full of student portfolios. And several applications. Whoever said you’re not supposed to take work on vacations never met me. Still, hoping to catch up with friends, and get some down time before the return to teaching and the final semester of the MFA (and its incumbent Madness of Thesis.) I am looking forward to this trip very much.

Now if only this whole "packing" thing were as easy to do while sleeping as blogging is…

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hey, the rest of my life may be a disaster…

"Unlike the cryptic social and professional mazes of real life, puzzles are reassuringly soluble; but like any serious problem, they require more than mere intellect to crack.

“It’s imagination, it’s inference, it’s guessing; and much of it is happening subconsciously,” said Marcel Danesi, a professor of anthropology at the University of Toronto and the author of “The Puzzle Instinct: The Meaning of Puzzles in Human Life.”

“It’s all about you, using your own mind, without any method or schema, to restore order from chaos,” Dr. Danesi said. “And once you have, you can sit back and say, ‘Hey, the rest of my life may be a disaster, but at least I have a solution.’ ” "

– NYT, "Searching the Brain for the Spark of Creative Problem-Solving," (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/07/science/07brain.html?src=me&ref=general)

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“What do we mean

…when we say that many things are, approximately, springs? Well, as you learned (or will learn) in Calculus II, any function in the neighborhood of a point can be approximated by a Taylor series. The same is true for a force: a force is just a function, typically of coordinates. The first term of interest in a Taylor expansion is the linear term. Any system with a force linear in displacement behaves like a spring. This is why many things can be approximated by springs."

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