{"id":606,"date":"2006-08-07T10:17:57","date_gmt":"2006-08-07T10:17:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/steve.cooleysekula.net\/taomph\/?p=606"},"modified":"2006-08-07T10:17:57","modified_gmt":"2006-08-07T10:17:57","slug":"test-249","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/steve.cooleysekula.net\/blog\/2006\/08\/07\/test-249\/","title":{"rendered":"ICHEP Journal &#8211; I"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" align=\"right\" src=\"wp-content\/uploads\/ichep_journal.png\" ><br \/>\nI kept a paper journal during my travel to, stay in, and return from Moscow. I&#8217;ll be reporting here excerpts from that journal over the next few days and weeks. I intended this to be a report on the personal experience of international travel to a critical conference, as well as my own perspectives on Moscow and the physics presented at the conference.<\/p>\n<p><br clear=all><\/p>\n<p><em>July 24, 2006 9:22 p.m. (PST)<\/p>\n<p>\nI hate to travel &#8211; which may seem odd for a particle physicist. We spend our lives traveling, to conferences, workshops, seminars, the lab, and back home again. I think traveling bothers me for two reasons: the origin and the destination. I love home, and I love my work. To leave the origin is to abandon these loves, if briefly. I also love conferences, time with colleagues and dinner in foregin cities. What I hate is the travel. <\/p>\n<p>\nI used to like airports, planes, fast food &#8211; emphasis on &#8220;used to&#8221;. Now, they are just a sad means to an end. I know that, as a scientist, the process &#8211; the journey &#8211; is what I crave. As for travel &#8211; I just hope, unlike research, I can sleep through it.<\/p>\n<p>\nJuly 25, 2006 7:14 am (EST)<\/p>\n<p>\nI have arrived in JFK, a little hungry and tired. Now I just need the rental care to go see my folks.<\/p>\n<p>\n3:20 pm (EST)<\/p>\n<p>\nAh, a meatloaf sandwich &#8211; cures what ails ya! And how did I come by such a sandwich, you ask? Well, a visit to one&#8217;s home brings such goods as these. I have just returned from my too brief sidetrack to Connecticut, refreshed (and with clean clothes and a healthy dose of caffeine). My parents and I got to spend a few hours together today, in what have become more infrequent but cherished visits. I took the two-hour-long journey in a rental car, with little heavy traffic in either direction. I felt pretty bad when I arrived in Killingworth, tired and a little ill. Three cups of coffee, a plate of eggs and pancakes, and a shower later and I was feeling fine as I talked with my folks.<\/p>\n<p>\nNow I am back at JFK, checked in and ready for the 10-hour flight, with a slightly heavier heart than when I arrived.<\/p>\n<p>\n4:32 pm (EST)<\/p>\n<p>\nNot long now until we board. I&#8217;ve also now met up with the other BaBar physicists on my flight. They came in on a later Delta plane than I did. At leastI now have an assured posse in Moscow!<\/p>\n<p>\n4:54 pm (EST)<\/p>\n<p>\nI don&#8217;t know how, but I ended up in Group 1, meaning I got to board first. Not bad! Lotsa room for luggage and my feet. I&#8217;ve called Jodi and my parents, gave them my love,and am ready to embark to Moscow.<\/p>\n<p>\nWhen I was younger, immersing myself in Russian novels, Russia seems so distant in time and space, the world so vast and old. Now, as I ready for a physics conference in the heart of Russia, it seems not far at all, nor the world so vast.<\/p>\n<p>\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I kept a paper journal during my travel to, stay in, and return from Moscow. I&#8217;ll be reporting here excerpts from that journal over the next few days and weeks. 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