It’s been a family day

I’m neglecting the blog because I’m hanging out with my mother and sisters, which means…getting all sentimental and going through the old photo albums. I’ve now got a whole series of photos illustrating the evolution of the beard. I thought you might be amused to see what I looked like in my teens going on twenties.


I used to be adorable before I got all grizzled and homely.

Shhh. It’s secret. A Seattle secret.

I’m heading off to Seattle today, and I’ll be speaking at Town Hall on Thursday. I’m also planning on a get-together with Ophelia and other interested parties on Friday evening, somewhere in the city, but I’m not announcing where in public — intrusive trolls are even worse in the world of meat than they are in the world of the internet. If you’re in the area and interested in joining us, you’ll have to email me, say a little about yourself, and maybe I’ll reply with the top secret location. Maybe. If you sound nice.

Or if you know Ophelia, you can talk to her. We’re being cautious because I’m expecting a quiet evening of friendly conversation, and there actually are assholes in Seattle, as nice a city as it is otherwise, and they’re not invited. And if they show up, we’ll just be ignoring them.

A little bit of good news

I opened my mail, and there was my very first royalty check from The Happy Atheist.

Whoa, I said. Whoa.

I guess a lot of you bought copies. Thanks! Buy some more! You know the paperback edition is out now, right?

Part of this is getting sunk into buying some gear for the lab — I’ve been desperate to get a good digital camera for the microscope. Anyone know anything about Jenoptik?

I don’t even know where it is, but I’m going to be there!

Right after my fun weekend at the World Humanist Congress, I’m heading off to Hebden Bridge. It’s somewhere in England, I hear.


I just looked it up: north of Manchester, about a 4.5 hour train ride from Oxford. And Edinburgh is 4 hours north of that; I’m hoping to pop in there, too.

I expect you all to show up, except for that one goofy English wackadoodle on twitter who always calls for everyone to boycott my talks. There’s the remotest chance he could show up, so his personal boycott might actually mean something, for a change.

Let me just leave you with this quote…it’s a busy day

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar was on the craptastic Sunday pundit shows, and broke through the pretentious backpatting to say something interesting.

Well, this is a problem. I did a little bit of research, more whites believe in ghosts than believe in racism. That’s why we don’t have — that [sic] why we have shows like Ghostbusters and don’t have shows like Racistbuster. You know, it’s something that’s still part of our culture and people hold on to some of these ideas and practices just out of habit and saying that well that’s the way it always was. But things have to change.

Posting will be light today. This is the start of finals week, and lucky me, I get them all out of the way today, on the very first day — so shortly I head off to torment my poor students with tricksy questions, and then I’m going to sit down and do all the grading. With any luck, I’ll put down this semester by this evening, and then maybe go celebrate by watching the new Spider-man movie. Even though it probably sucks.

Mystery engagement tonight

I’m heading in to the Twin Cities tonight, to join a panel on approaches to science education for the public. I haven’t seen any advertising for it, I was told that there were some other panelists, but that their involvement was tentative. I was asked by the Campus Atheists, Skeptics, and Humanists to do this, and trusting fool that I am, I agreed, so off I go.

It’s in Folwell Hall 112, at 7pm. I need you all to go and check it out: if the room is eerily empty, it was a trap, and I’ve been abducted. Contact the FBI, the NSA, NASA, and Interpol! Tell them my last contact was with Chelsea Du Fresne! Mount a rescue! Run around in circles and shout!

Otherwise, well, you’ll get to attend an interesting discussion about an important topic. Not quite as exciting as a cunningly planned kidnapping, but you know, sometimes life just cruises along pleasantly.