Credit: PNAS
At least in some parts of America:
“Infusing a scientific aesthetic into a thing of beauty only enhances our appreciation of it,” Mahadevan said. (quoted on PhysicsToday.org)
The following is generated from a mathematical model from Harvard scientists:
I am presently in Central Texas.
I have accepted a position as an engineering manager in upstate New York supporting a research facility (where there is a 50% chance of snow at the moment).
I will continue blogging about physics, however without saying anything proprietary, or be accused of "insider information" (you can quote me on that!).
When I started this blog, I had and still have a love for science. That is what I wanted to communicate to the world literally. My generation raised itself in the reruns of Star Trek: we wanted to create the future.
The position is after an eight-year hiatus from semiconductors (at least, a physical hiatus). I still "thought" like a physicist/scientist/engineer. After training in a field, it's hard to think of yourself as something else.
Although, in the eight years, I did the following:
1. Operated a martial arts school after my layoff in 2003 (call it "applied physics");
2. Self-published a memoir about the emotional rigors of unemployment -- it's WAY down there;
3. Closed #1;
4. Attended UT Austin in Astrophysics;
5. Lost my mother before Mother's Day, 2009;
6. Sold security systems;
7. Taught at two high schools: math and physics, respectively;
8. Started a blog about physics.
"Nosce te Ipsum": you can flail about when you "lose" yourself in the expectation of others: a "tyranny of expectations."
You come back to what you are: inquisitive, thrilled with the acquisition of new knowledge, fascinated about the possibilities of the future.
You come back to the people that made you who you are: they exposed me to things that my friends did not get exposed to; they prayed for me, they believed in me and made me belieive in myself.
It has been eight years, and eight in many circles is a number representing "new beginnings."
Eight. Lillies. Spring. New York. Emancipation.
Nosce te Ipsum. It is spring...
I am sad to see you leave. I keep feeling like this is a "loss", but I am so very happy for you. I know that the past several years have been so hard, but I know that you will be doing something that God has given you the gift/skills to do.
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