Dateline Pearson International Airport:
if you’re the kind of person who reads the fine print on blog sidebars, you might know that a week from now Caitlin and I are going to be in Upsalla for Kontrast; I’m looking forward to it, and the BUG will doubtless also be looking forward to it once our plane has successfully crossed the Atlantic without crashing.
What you probably don’t know is that we’re leaving now, in time to give a tag-team lecture to a bunch of marine biologists in Norway the —
Dateline Frankfurt, after not getting any sleep (also not crashing):
“John Carter” is even worse when viewed on a pixel-hashed 15cm screen embedded in the seat of someone in the row ahead of you who is compulsively using her seat-recline function to try and break your nose
Dateline somewhere over Europe, heading to the land of the Troll Hunters:
— deliver a tag-team lecture to a bunch of marine biologists at the University of Bergen, on Monday. It will be the first time I have delivered a lecture to an audience of scientists in an academic setting in about twenty years. It will be the first time Caitlin’s done that ever. Neither talk will be very scientific but mine, at least, will have graphs.
I’ve never been to Bergen before. Apparently it’s Scandinavia’s black metal capital; even Sabbath-era Ozzie would be a pussy next to these guys. But it’s also a major marine science nexus: In addition to the university it’s got an Institute of Marine Research, a Fisheries Directorate, and a Center for Geobiology. Not to mention a bunch of offshore oil rigs, more fish farms and seafood processors than you could swing a manatee at, and perhaps the last remaining market for Newfoundland seal pelts on the whole damn continent (let us hope they haven’t seen that politics-of-sealing documentary I had a hand in a few years back.) I’ve been told I might even end up having beers with a few folks who discovered some hydrothermal vent communities in the North Atlantic (and let us hope they haven’t read Starfish).
At this point, however, my fatigued and weary brain is capable of only two thoughts: 1) I’m not worthy; and 2) I gotta give a talk tomorrow.
I should probably get started.