Autumn is a time of happening. The weather is starting to hunker into rain, with intermittent beautiful days. Turns out, going up the Space Needle is a lot more fun than I’d thought. Clear evening, a new friend, and the city spread like so many treasures. I’m learning to piece this place together, and each person I’ve met has helped in their own way. I have found new music, I have seen new places, I have danced and been silly and been serious. Thank you.
I’m returning to science, and I discovered today that Sir Oliver Lodge knew John Tyndall. Lodge considered Tyndall “one of my heroes” and in the biography Sir Oliver Lodge (W P Jolly) the meeting is described as “the inspiration which changed his life.” I bounded down to the kitchen to share this find with my house mate and received a bit of a blank stare, but I’m still a bit giddy with the knowledge of it. These men knew each other, and the world seems at once larger and more vast and yet smaller and intricately connected.
As the weather chills there are readings again, and book clubs, movies to watch and food to cook. We have beer brewing in our dining room, I have books on scientists piling beside my bed, and the sunsets are enough to break your heart.
Come visit. I will show it all to you.