In the Contemplative Realms

In the Contemplative Realms

Here in the contemplative realms of the Mathematisch-Physikalischer Salon, I’ve lost track of time. I wander among timepieces and pendulums, spheres that chart the stars, and Earth globes with halos of hours at their poles, each artifact a survivor from its Renaissance birth through the firebombing of Dresden in World War II. Having lain undisturbed during the Iron Curtain years, these relics have arrived intact at the Age of Digitalia…

On Mastery

On Mastery

2018 marks two milestones in my life.

This past March, I turned 40, which everyone assures me is the new 30.  (It’s also, unsurprisingly, the old 60, but no one wants to talk about that.)  To celebrate my fortieth birthday, my husband attempted to coerce me into having a celebration worthy of the occasion, a lavish gathering of family and friends and colleagues, crammed into a modestly priced rental hall to eat finger foods we didn’t cook set to music we only vaguely remembered selecting.  I refused.  Does anybody really need to see me drunk and dancing awkwardly to another Macklemore song about inclusion?  I don’t think so.

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