I’m back from Sweden, and twelve hours of sleep later I’m more or less ready to resume the struggle. Thanks to Risa for helping out, and coming close to setting the record for most-commented-on post!
Just before I left my phone rang, and on the other end was a woman with a pleasant English accent. “Hi, I’m calling from the journal Nature.” Hi, what can I do for you. “We’re working on a feature story about young theoretical physicists who are making an impact.” Well, of course I’m always happy to help out such a prestigious publication. “So, do you know any?” Oh. “Um, perhaps I should explain, we are limiting the scope of ‘young’ to include only people who are thirty-five or less. So I believe you are over the cutoff, is that right?” Yes, I suppose that’s right.
So there you have it — objective proof that I have left the ranks of the youthful and nimble and joined those of the stodgy middle-aged. I’m trying to figure out some way to turn this to my advantage. Perhaps a crisis is in order. I’m thinking a nice cherry-red sports car might just ease the pain.