This weekend, I’m going to LA for the LA Times Festival of Books.
I’m on a panel in on Sunday, April 30, at 10:30 AM – Noon, “Science Writing: Physics and Metaphysics,” held at the Fowler Museum Lenart Auditorium, moderated by Margaret Wertheim, and including Sandra Blakeslee and K.C. Cole as well as me. I'm there to promote The Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul.
Yesterday I was biking on Saint Joseph’s Hill above Los Gatos. This fallen rock made me think of the Robert Johnson song, “Stones in my Pathway.”
Once I told a fried I’d like to take a picture of every single gnarly thing I ever see. I’m getting’ there! Oaks grow slower than other trees, and “think” more about where to go, thus their more convoluted trunks (= spacetime trails = worldlines).
The wildflowers are fixing to bust loose quite soon. Maybe next weekend.
This one part of Saint Joseph’s Hill reminds me of the Shire where the hobbits live. Cozy nature.
I always relate to the lone trees on the mountain slopes.
And here’s one more shot from that hilltop I climbed near Fresno.
April 28th, 2006 at 6:09 am
You always relate to the lone trees om the mountain slope!
Aha!
Just a little off topic one-liner, but somehow it seems to say so much.
Maybe the lifebox doesn’t need to be filled to the brim. Just the occasional lucid drop is enough.