Who was I back then? Just a 17 year old kid from the Bronx with dreams of becoming a scientist. And somehow, the world’s most famous astronomer found time to invite me to Ithaca in upstate New York to spend a Saturday with him.
I remember that snowy day like it was yesterday. He met me at the bust stop and showed me his laboratory at Cornell university. Carl reached behind his desk and inscribed this book for me. ‘For Neil, a future astronomer. - Carl’.
At the end of the day he drove me back to the bus station. The snow was falling harder. He wrote his home phone number on a scrap of paper and he said ‘If the bus can’t get back through, call me, spend a night at my home with my family’. I already knew I wanted to become a scientist, but that afternoon, I learned from Carl, the kind of person I wanted to become. He reached out to me, and to countless others, inspiring so many of us to study, teach and do science. Science is a cooperative enterprise spanning the generations. It’s the passing of a torch, from teacher to student to teacher. A community of minds reaching back to antiquity and forward to the stars.
You mean the generation that paid three times as much for college to enter a job market with triple the unemployment isn’t interested in purchasing the assets of the generation who just blew an enormous housing bubble and kept it from popping through quantitative easing and out-and-out federal support? Curious.
There is a look in Scotts eyes that is so relevant and personal to his character. Even now, in pain and fear and confusion, theres a look of worry- not for himself, but for Stiles. His eyes are literally searching Stiles face, searching for Stiles. I just love this friendship so much. And I love the fact that theres no anger in Scotts face, just sadness, pain and concern. Tyler Posey rocked this scene.
@lindenashby: Twerk, twerking.. That’s all I heard about a few weeks ago. I had no idea what it was.. I thought.. uhmm… tweeting at work? Not quite.