Let’s see…what did I do today? I met with a whole bunch of people at Seed. They were cool, but they won’t notice that I mentioned them because they never read my blog.

I also had dinner with Niles Eldredge, James Watson, Adam Bly, and Laura McNeil (big guns at Seed).

It was an engrossing evening, but now you’re all going to really hate me: I can drop names, but I’m not going to reveal private conversations…other than to mention that I was honored by a toast from that distinguished crowd, which means I can either die smug, or I’ve got a heck of a lot to do to live up to it now. I fear the latter, unfortunately.

I think I had a better day than any of you readers out there, and I have to gloat somewhere.

So…lunch with John Brockman. An afternoon at the Museum of Modern Art. A conversation with Niles Eldredge. Dinner with Benoit Mandelbrot. I should do this kind of thing every day.

By the way, I really recommend dinner with Mandelbrot. That guy has more stories…

To my great relief, I’ve made it to the big city without a hitch (last time I came out here, I spent more time sitting on a runway in Allentown). Now it’s just a busy, busy couple of days visiting with some very cool people—this time I’ll actually get to visit Seed Central—and then back home on Wednesday.

I’ve got to work on my image. Here’s another report about meeting me that says I “turned out to be a more low-key guy than I expected”. Maybe I’ve got to try and reverse expectations.

It’s true. I make Mr Rogers look like a bomb-throwing anarchist. I walk into a room and people fall asleep. If I start talking, catatonia and death ensue. I’ve got the personality and verve of a cheap mannequin.

Everyone will testify to the truth of what I say.

A few of us infamous bloggers met at a pleasant party at the home of Jim and Kat Lippard, and here we are:

From left to right, the hospitable Jim Lippard, inscrutable Brent Rasmussen, elusive GrrlScientist, me, and that strange Irish guy.

At last, someone has accurately reported on my awe-inspiring personal presence:

P.Z. Myers was a towering giant of a man, with a bristling piratical mustache, a rakish beard, fangs, and little sucker-tipped tentacles instead of fingers. His booming, gravelly voice took over every conversation and ranted at us until we all finally agreed with him about everything.

I think the fact that I look shorter than everyone else in that picture is an optical illusion.

Yes, I did, although it was tough going. Grrl Scientist was more personable than I was, and Lynch was always sniping at me cruelly. I had to be the cranky old guy up there. Oh, well…we did get lots of questions, and it went smoothly enough; Diane Kelly, the moderator, had the easiest job in the world since she she just had to prime the pump with a few questions, and everyone just went along with it.

Tonight—Seamus McCaffreys Irish Pub around 6. I guess some of us will meet in the lobby of the Hyatt at 6 before walking over, or you can just meet us there at 18 W Monroe. Just look for the trio of science nerds…oh, wait. That description isn’t very unique here, is it? How about the guys who forget to remove their nametags when they leave the hotel…nah, no good…the people with laptops…crap. Sorry, we just blend in.

I see that the temperatures back home are hovering around freezing—unseasonably warm for Minnesota, but still, I get to post this picture taken outside my hotel here in Phoenix.

What’s that? Palm trees, blue skies, and it’s warm enough that I could run around naked (they’re comparative biologists, they’re used to seeing weird organisms, but I think I’ll spare them that particular sight.)

Hi, Mary! Hi, Skatje! Hi, Connlann! Hi, Alaric! How’s January in the frozen North treating you all?

In the race to SICB, GrrlScientist has beat me here to Phoenix, and she had so much further to fly. Now we’re just waiting for that slacker, John Lynch, to show up.

Tired now. Must drink beer.

Prepare yourselves, Arizona! John Lynch, GrrlScientist, and I will be wafting into Phoenix tomorrow, and here’s a short version of our busy calendar:

• All week: Science! I’ll plan on posting updates about various cool things I learn, as I’m sure my SciBlogs colleagues will also do.
• Friday, 6ish: we’ll be at some place called Seamus McCaffrey’s Irish Pub. That Lynch fellow is making us go, and he’s probably going to force us to drink Guinness. I think he’s buying, though, so it’s OK. Anyone can show up for this one.
• Saturday, 5:30-8:00pm: Jim Lippard is hosting a social at his place. Limited space; contact him to RSVP and get directions.

I’ll be leaving Phoenix on Sunday for New York for a few days, and various social events there. It’s busy, busy, busy for the next week!