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A farm girl and poet from Chardon, Ohio, [Grace] Butcher won the national championship for 880 yards in 1958. In 1976, just past her 40th birthday, she made a solo 2,500-mile motorcycle trip through New England, and wrote a feature article for Sports Illustrated. In it she noted, "What life is for, if it is for anything, is to find out what you do well, and then do it, for heaven’s sake, before it’s too late."

Like Butcher, other first ladies of running did many things well. [Bobbi] Gibb is an accomplished painter and sculptor who also worked in the lab of the famed M.I.T. neuroscientist Jerome Lettvin. Julia Chase, the first woman to run a road race in the United States, in 1961, received a Ph.D. in zoology, studying bats and chimpanzees in the field. A quarter-century later, she earned a medical degree at 53 and switched to psychiatry.

-- Amby Burfoot in the New York Times
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Rattle has just published as its Sunday poem "Look at that, you son of a bitch" (the title comes from the late astronaut Edgar Mitchell, who threw a javelin on the moon 45 years and a few days ago).

Meanwhile, I've been training my lens on tennis players in Memphis:

And, from the Department of Tennis Can Provide a Metaphor for Anything -- here's a glimpse of partners getting their signals scrambled...


(Oliver Marach of Austria and Fabrice Martin of France)

...and one of Kei Nishikori strrrrrretching (and sliding and squeaking) his way out of trouble (eventually -- between Sam Querrey's unreturnable serves and Kei's tendency to hit wide/long during the first half hour, it was not a good first set for him):

Nishikori v. Querrey
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I was going to read a picture book about Marie Curie during dinner, but this line on the very first page stopped me:

"She politely obeyed the reporters' instructions to look here or turn there and answered their questions in the flat, sterile tone of a true scientist."

(Chelsea House, 2009)

If this were not a library book, I would throw it across the room. Enough said.
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This entry is mainly me stashing the links where I'll find them again, but I know they'll be of interest to some others of you reading:

There's a new comic book, The lives of Marie Curie, by Swiss cartoonist Fiami. Looks like it's available in both English and French.

There's an exhibition on women in science (specifically Marie Curie, Mileva Einstein, and Marie-Anne Lavoisier) at CERN, featuring Fiami's illos. Details here and here.

Fiami's The Lives of Galileo was the official comic book of the International Year of Astronomy 2009. The order form an interesting read because of its offer to prospective translators/publishers. (Looks like it was successful, since Fiami's site shows it available in eight languages.)

* * *

I keep forgetting that this year was designated the International Year of Chemistry. Here's how the designation came about.

Dublin succeeded in its bid (dating back to at least 2008) to be named "European City of Science 2012." The UN designation for the year is International Year of Sustainable Energy for All.
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The May-June issue of my alumni magazine has a feature on Jeannette Piccard. Three excerpts that will resonate among you, for different reasons among you:

An interviewer read from [Piccard's] preflight checklist, which included the task "wipe windows." He smiled at her and said, “Everything changes but the eternally feminine.”

"Oh, there was nothing feminine about that," Piccard replied. "That's a safety engineer. You don't take off with dirty windows or windows that will frost up."

* * *

At age 11, her mother asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. "When I said I wanted to be a priest, poor darling, she burst into tears and ran out of the room," Piccard said. "That was the only time I saw my Victorian mother run."

* * *

In 1972 Piccard enrolled at Manhattan's General Theological Seminary, at age 77, intent on becoming a priest if the church ever permitted it.

As it turned out, she didn't wait for permission. In 1974 Piccard was the first woman ordained a priest, part of a group known as the "Philadelphia 11," in an "irregular" ceremony that defied church doctrine.

[What else is on my dining room table? See for details on the grumpy, the goofy, and the glad. Now to my third cup of coffee...]


16/5/11 14:44
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space shuttle crew a la Star Trek

Inklings/DLS materials on display at the Nashville Public Library

my reading last Friday

Javier Sicilia stops writing poetry
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(It's gonna become a book. If you have one to share, the submission deadline is October 1.)
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First, for [ profile] snapelike and [ profile] musigneus and the other science geeks:

From 2010: A Space Oddity

One of the talks I went to last weekend was on whether the LHC was capable of creating microscopic black holes that could lead to the End of the World. (The short answer: no, since we don't operate in four-plus dimensions.)

And then this reminded me of the whole Snupin crowd:

And as long as we're linking to calls for entries: (due March 31)

Yes, Greek myth or Roman epic as archetype or inspiration for your own peculiar spin, but also: Sundiata, Pride and Prejudice, Andy Warhol paintings, Basho’s haiku, the Green Man, the VW Bug, Frankenstein, Tiamat, The Dhammapada, rock and roll, Anansi tales, banshees, Sedna, avatars turned online/gaming identity, fox woman, Nero Wolfe, creation stories, 1950’s creature features — surprise us with something we can’t help but recognize, even as we’ve never seen it put to your uses.

Transform, transpose, transgender, trans-border our expectations with your wholly familiar, yet wholly new, take on a classic.
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[In a classroom at the University of Alabama-Tuscaloosa, half-listening to a computer science professor and an astrophysicis prof debate at length "virtual" vs. "real" data wrt robotics programming. The sticking point seems to be the term "hardware" and how whether its presence or absence as a goal affects the relevance/importance of the algorithms being developed.]

The WIP meme (seen at [personal profile] marginaliana) where one posts a sentence or two from one's not-yet-finished fics: basically, there are two partially-posted fics at the top of my list to complete once I get clear of the current stuff-to-pay-the-mortgage pileup:

From the next part of Not As Dumb [FAKE]:

"You and your damn secrets," Dee quietly said.

From the next part of "The Second One Is Love" [tennis RPF, currently under comm-lock]:

"Ten minutes later, under my door, note and key from Mirka. Not coincidence, I think."

(I'll post the conference update later -- apparently there's a chess-playing Roomba I need to go take a look at.) (Tentacle icon comes to you courtesy of a "War of the Worlds" clip that included mention of tentacled aliens.)

(Astrophysicist and computer scientist still arguing. Now it's sounding like the age-old argument regarding theoretical vs. applied models.)


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