Autumnal Equinox

Two-ish weeks until it’s official, but autumn is basically here. If you don’t know that I love fall, well, then you don’t know me very well. I love fall. I love crisp air, orange and red foliage, back-to-school shopping, wearing warm sweaters and scarves, sitting by a fireplace, hot cocoa, pumpkin-flavored everything, and Thanksgiving. Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year, but I also love winter for many of the same reasons.

These pictures are from three different days, fyi.

Today when I woke up the weather was so glorious that, for the first time in Philadelphia, I could not stay inside. Low 70s, no humidity, clear sky, fresh air. I didn’t even bother to shower before grabbing a book and heading out to the university area. I stopped by Starbucks and got my favorite seasonal beverage, a pumpkin spice latte. So good. 

B. and I were musing about this being the first fall for both of us that we’re not headed back to school. I will admit that it makes me very sad and I’ve sulked about it for a week. For those of you who aren’t aware, I had to defer my admission to Penn until next fall, and that’s all I’m going to say about it or else my words will turn mighty wrathful.

That’s about all that’s going on now, – oh, except for the fact that I inadvertently walked through a drug deal today – but stay tuned for a weekly series that will début on the blog this week.

In Florida…

The beach was literally just out our front door.

We toasted Coronas to beautiful sunsets.

I wore my teeniest bathing suit.

B. Showed off his awesome bar tan.

I got my acceptance letter to UPenn.

I also watched dolphins in the surf, got stung by a jellyfish, finished Atonement, ate Twix and vodka for breakfast, and saw The Dark Knight Rises. All in all, solid vacation.

PS: I finally caved and made a Twitter account for mini-updates between full posts.
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That Makes Us the Lucky Ones

Here’s a factoid about me that most people don’t know: The first college course I took was an introductory astronomy course. I was concurrently enrolled in high school at the time, and I chose it because it sounded more interesting than chemistry or physics. I was right, it was excellent, probably my favorite class ever, and for my first semester of college, I declared astrophysics.

Obviously, I didn’t stick with that major, but my curiosity about the universe, even today, is particularly insatiable.

I’m not sure if anyone realizes how nerdy B. and I are, but the truth is, we’re up there. How did we spend our Friday night? We went to an astronomy lecture at Penn sponsored by the Philadelphia Science Festival. Professor Gary Bernstein (who just happened to get his PhD from Berkeley) gave a stellar lecture about the solar system. After his talk, I chatted with him about the possibility of a multiverse, and B. asked him about a good planetarium around Philly. Tomorrow we’re going to the Fels Planetarium at The Franklin Institute.

This really is what Saturn looks like through a telescope.

After the lecture, we got to see Mars, Saturn, and the Moon through high-powered telescopes! We could actually see the rings of Saturn, as if it was a picture. It was magnificent and breathtaking. Mouth completely agape, I wanted never to stop looking through that eyepiece. I thought about how infinitesimal we are in this universe, and how I find the universe so completely comforting.

I don’t believe in gods or an afterlife any more than I believe that there’s a China teapot floating around between Mars and Earth. However, I’ve always wished that after death, we could be able to float around the universe, without the limitations of a corporeal existence. I want to see the stars, the planets, the moons, and all the matter up close. I want to explore it, until I know every secret of the universe. Obviously, this wish will never come true, but still I find myself so fulfilled simply by having the chance to exist in this magnificent natural world, to see just a glimpse.

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”

Richard Dawkins

Love/Hate: Philadelphia

Three months ago, I left my beloved California for this foreign land called Philly. Everyone asks, “How’s Philadelphia?” and all I can say is, “Oh, it’s… different.” I can’t even muster up the necessary enthusiasm to lie politely and say it’s nice. It’s not all Philadelphia’s fault, though. The truth is that I miss Berkeley so much I think I would hate anywhere else just a bit. Three months is plenty long enough to develop likes and dislikes, so here is a love/hate list Philadelphia style.

Love:

  1. SNOW!
  2. Reading Terminal Market & Amish goods 
  3. Cookie deliveries to my doorstep until 3AM.
  4. It’s just a short train ride away from NYC.
  5. Museums & art culture 
  6. The Kelly Writers House
  7. Ivy League campus (i.e. UPenn)
  8. UPenn students wearing shirts that say, “NOT PENN STATE”
  9. Beautiful architecture
  10. Standing out in my Berkeley sweatshirts

Hate:

  1. People are almost universally and unbelievably rude. No one says, “please” or “thank you,” ever, and if you say it, they will audibly scoff at you. Were these people reared by neanderthals‽
  2. The food sucks. Try getting a decent piece of sushi delivered to your doorstep in Philly. It’s just not going to happen. A salad here consists of limp iceberg lettuce, a chunk of tomato, a singular slice of green bell pepper, and, if you’re really lucky, a couple of cucumber slices. Plus, too many things are “dill pickle-flavored.” You know what should be dill pickle-flavored? Dill pickles, and that’s about it. 
  3. All the sandwiches are called “hoagies,” which is a word that makes me want to vomit, so you know I’m not eating sandwiches anymore. “Hoagie” sounds like something you cough up when you’re dying of the plague.
  4. The Indigenous Peoples (of the Northeast) think that all Californians are lazy, incompetent bums. As an interviewer said to me, “Out here we take things more seriously than you do in California.” Oh, ok, you fudging jackass. Don’t think I didn’t notice the egregious typos in the interview itinerary you gave me. Then a doctor asked me about my drug history, but before she let me answer her question, she said, “Well, you went to Berkeley, so…” So, what? I just gave her an indignant eyebrow raise.
  5. Everything out here has ridiculous, unpronounceable names like “Schuylkill” (skoo-kəl). I had an easier time learning to pronounce Russian. Oh, and some of the names are just stupid. There’s a store named “Wawa.” That’s what I called water before I could pronounce “agua.” 
Nevertheless, I’m still glad that I’m living here for a time. It’s a worthwhile experience.