BTW, how do you pronounce Koufax? It looks like KOO-fax to me, but I've heard KO-fax (long 'o' like the word 'owe').

"These awards (with one exception) recognize the best of the liberal blogs. They are by and for lefties. Sandy Koufax was the greatest left-handed baseball pitcher of his (and my) generation. When looking for the name of an award for the best lefties, Koufax came to mind."

Toni

I, too, have a tendency to be paralyzed by praise, but when I am I try to remember a story by the physicist Richard Feynmann. He'd been given a lavish salary by CalTech (or someplace like that) and was completely paralyzed by a severe case of imposter syndrome. He said he finally cured himself by telling himself that if the university was stupid enough to pay him all that money, it was their problem, not his, and he was just going to do whatever he wanted to do.

Feynman did feel that his early success was partly a matter of luck. He was recruited into the Manhattan Project as a teenager, and chanced on being the youngest person with major responsibility. There's a funny story about how that happened. But it cast a tragic shadow, as he died eventually of tumors in the gut from his work at Los Alamos.

Then he felt that he got lucky in working out Quantum Electrodynamics while in grad school, which won him a Nobel Prize.

He was going to "do whatever he wanted to do" anyway, as a matter of style.

But he disdained all organizations which, as he put it, existed primarily for the members to sit around and congratulate each other on how elite they were, and plot on who to prevent joining the club.

More about him and his teachers at:

My Teachers' Teachers' Teachers

A Professional geneology of the very famous people for whom I'm a
student or student's student or student's student's student. Includes
celebrities as various as Andre Segovia, Ezra Pound, Bertrand Russell, and
Albert Einstein.

Once King Carlos of Spain rode through the streets of Manhattan. My father and one of my younger brothers (Nicholas) stood on a balcony of the Churchill Building, I think on 2nd avenue. My father and Nicky swear that the king looked up and waved to Nicky.

My mother-in-law, as a little girl, had an old, old man come to her school and tell how, when he was a little boy, he saw Napoleon ride into some capital city or other. My wife knows the the details. We are all very close (6 degrees of Kevin Bacon) to anyone famous. I just make a point of figuring it out. Soon, that process will be automated, and I'll have to shift to another obsession.

Every Mathematician in the world knows his/her "Erdos Number." The very eccentric and astonishingly prolific mathematcian Paul Erdos has an Erdos Number of 0. All of the 500+ people who co-authored with him have an Erdos Number of 1. All of the thousands of people who co-authored with any of those have an Erdos Number of 2. And so on. My Erdos Number is 5, so I am VERY far from the center of mathematics.

A classmate of mine at Caltech, Bruce Reznik, has an Erdos Number of 1, and a Kevin Bacon Number of 2. Bruce was in "Good Will Hunting..." So his sum of Erdos Number and Kevin Bacon Number of 3 is considered a record low. Since Erdos never appeared in a movie at all, let alone with Kevin Bacon.

So, strange as it seems, this specific oddity of mine is relatively common in some social settings.

I'm openly egotistical, yet I can claim that my web page of teachers' teachers' teacers is a selfless honoring of people far greater than I. My wife wouldn't buy that for a second. I know, I tried.

Also, to keep up my average of building 2 web pages a week for 8 years, I sometimes wander far into basketweaving.

Thanks for enjoying the unabashed quirkiness. In our tribe, it is considered harmless, right? hello? Why is everyone leaving the party...

He may well have been the youngest person with major responsibility, but he couldn't well have been a teenager. Feynman was born in May 1918 and the Manhattan Project was started in June 1942, so he was 24 when recruited (if he was recruited earlier in some sort of unofficial super-secret fashion, 23).

Down in my basement I may still have the box of mathematical proofs Dorothy Day, Robert Silverberg, and I worked out when we all found ourselves in the same first-class cabin. We gave up somewhere between Fermat and the existence of God. Boy, those were good times.

My great-aunt, the General Secretary of the Chinese Communist Party, invented the jump rope, but she never got a cent for it. I meant to mention this in the other thread. More about this can be read on the Pioneer 10 plaque, in very tiny letters.

It also reminds me of a guy I know in the Pagan community who has a long routine that begins with "one time, Gerald Gardner and I were having sex..."

But yours is funnier.

Jonathan Vos Post:

Well, Mitch Wagner, as a long time firend and co-author of Richard Feynman [with one “N”] what you say is true, but slightly out of context.

Do you mean Richard Feynma or Richard Feyman?

(P.S., t., the nomination is well-deserved. Huzzah!)

That Dotty. No sticking power.

On one occasion it was because the plane was nearly empty, due to a scheduling glitch, and they seated all half-dozen passengers in first class and regaled us with stories about how horrible it is to work for Northwest. (Honest.)

Most frequently it's been because I was travelling with somebody with more frequent-flyer miles than God, and a mere wave of their hand has been sufficient to get me seated in an otherwise unsold first-class seat. (On more than one occasion it was Tom Doherty, who has flown so frequently for so long that his frequent-flyer cards are named after trans-uranic elements.)

So no doubt Dorothy was in a similar situation. In fact, I bet it was Silverbob with the extra miles. In fact, yes, now it comes back to me...

And that man's name is ... Michael Rowe. No, not the famous one, just a guy I grew up with named Michael Rowe. He doesn't like to be called Mike.

The complete ancient Chinese Curse is:

May you live in interesting times...
AND come to the attention of powerful people.

I have learned the hard way that it is dangerous indeed to be a designated enemy of a politician so rich and powerful that he declined to accept his party's offer of a Congressional seat, on the grounds that he didn't want a demotion.

I'm talking about sending one of his security agents, with a blue-steel Walther PPK, carrying forged federal ID and a stolen police badge. That agent was arrested for brandishing a loaded gun in a public place, and forced to return the stolen police ID, but the local DA declined to prosecute him, and jailed me with a warning to jail me again.

Long story, not interested in going into it, but I speak from experience. Powerful people do not need to "fight fair." There are significant reasons to keep a low profile and not come into their gunsights. Security by obscurity.

MKK

"Lawrencium members may be seated prior to the arrival of the plane. In fact, please board day before yesterday, or whenever you wish."

JvP, why aren't you hiding in a cabin in the woods somewhere? You have powerful enemies, and are an insider to so many groups that someone might kidnap you just to get to THEM. Also, it's a time-honored tradition for math whizzes to go hide in the woods...but please don't send out letter bombs. That would be gauche.

As Philip K. Dick once wrote, here the possibility of recursion looms large.

Unless someone with actual Latin knowledge wants to argue, I hereby declare it to be "desessiation."

On a related note, does anyone know of a really good LatinEnglish web site? A quick search turned up only one that was useful to find a simple word such as "chair," and Yahoo's Dictionaries area appears to contain none for Latin, astoundingly.

(Jo Jo goes back with our family. He and our cousin Loretta went to the U of A together, before he left for points west. I think it was the cross-dressing that got to Jo Jo. Loretta was always a character, as Andrew M. Greeley and the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem were the first to observe.)

We expect to arrive on Thursday sometime, well in advance of our usual pursuit by the CIA, FBI, MTA, Food and Drug Administration, S.H.I.E.L.D., SMERSH, and the Canadian Opera Company.

Long story. I speak from experience. Experience at speaking. Speaking long stories. At length.

See, that's just what I mean - a good Latin dictionary website would have given me cathedra instead of pushing sessio on me. Hrmph.

"'the local DA declined to prosecute [me], and jailed me with a warning to jail me again'"

"As Philip K. Dick once wrote, here the possibility of recursion looms large."

Actually, on the advice of the "dean of criminal defenders" in L.A., who'd gotten a Black Panther out of jail (Geronimo Pratt), I invited the DA to arrest me again. I pointed out that, if he did so, then I would sue him personally for malicious prosecution, on the grounds that I was clearly expressing my First Amendment Rights, and would keep doing so. After all, I'd been arrested -- on TV -- for asking questions at a Town meeting, in my assigned time period, while I was an elected Town Councilman, and therefore VERY protected by the First Amendment.

Then I sued the Sheriff, and forced him into medical retirement, for the initial bad bust.
Daffyd ab Hugh made a particularly splendid speech to the judge. The Defense attorney objected. The judge praised Daffyd ab Hugh's writings. How about that on a blurb?

Then the FBI jailed the crooked sheriffs deputies who'd been laundering gangs' narcotics money, which is what I was asking about at the meeting... The FBI dug up a quarter million bucks cash from the lawn of the former Chairman of the Town Council, whose son, a deputy, turned state's witness...

On the down side, they never did catch the folks who put the bullet through my livingroom window, or the one through my windshield. And only about 1% of Altadena residents turn out for the Town Council elections, said body having rather discredited itself. The Altadena Town Council had started as a meeting at the home of Richard Feynman's secretary, honest.

Notice that I didn't bring Daniel Webster or Judge Learned into this posting until just now...

I do think that your parodies of my self-parodies are funnier than my original postings, Patrick. I'd parody those, but, as Donald Knuth (whom I knbew at Caltech) put it: "the possibility of recursion looms large."

I've got one bookmarked here.

I'm not saying it's formally impossible for it to have happened. I'm saying that I've known DaH online for years, and the presence of that element in a story makes it formally impossible for me to believe it.

Actually, Daffydd ab Hugh first addressed the Altadena Town Council, and dared them to arrest him, too. He said that it could only help his sales.

He quoted Jefferson in that speech, and later in the courtroom. By this time, the Altadena Town Council had retained a "pro bono" counsel, one David Hotchkiss, who (strangely enough) was simultaneously a Deputy DA for the City of Los Angeles. Altadena is an unicorporated town in L.A. county, but the City of L.A. has no jurisdiction. Hotchkiss sneered at Daffyd that Jefferson was a slaveowner, a rather 3rd degree of Kevin Bacon kind of ad hominem attack (Jefferson->ab Hugh->Post). ab Hugh responded with a counter-ad-hominem about "jack-booted thugs." a good time was had by all.

Later, David Hotchkiss tried to charge me many tens of thousands of dollars for what he said in court was pro bono work, and never exhibited any signed Attorney-Client Agreement to show that he was attorney of record. The judge was puzzled that anyone would try to charge for pro bono work. Then the judge cut the amount down to $1,500. At that level, or above, Hotchkiss was prohibited from appealing the amount as too small. I have been busy ever since fighting to not pay. In theory, I have a Federal action possible, according to experts I consulted. But, to put it mildly, I'm burnt out on courtrooms. But, for the sake of anyone who intends me or my family harm, I can always have the whim to fight another round.

Is it his Star Trek books, or his Arthur Warlord book that has the poor speeches, in your opinion, or maybe certain overly political Sam Lundwall-WMD-related-activities things said in SFWA Forum not for uninitiated ears?

Andrew Willett : There's a story about a marching band, a hook & ladder, and the streets of Hell's Kitchen, when my maternal grandfather returned from the trenches of Aix-la-Chappelle after World War I, and continued courting my maternal grandmother. Among the amazing people I've known, I can't slight 2 parents, 4 grandparents, and 2 great-grandparents all alive through my youth. Plus some colorful aunts, uncles, great aunts & uncles, and cousins of various degree. Though those numbers may seem small to Catholic or Mormon families.

My son, sad to say, has only 2 parents and 1 grandfather alive, in toto. Family trees are more abstract to him than the homework he was doing last night on simple harmonic motion of masses coupled to two springs.

Ever since then JvP has been -- off limits.

I've got one bookmarked here.

Thanks. I had actually seen that before, but I couldn't figure out how to use it for what I wanted. This time I was more patient, and got results. Unsurprisingly, there are a passel of Latin words meaning some variety of "chair," but of course "cathedra" is the best.

So THAT's why the fans at the Hague Worldcon kept squinting at my badge, handing me glasses of gin, and tiptoing away...

They also pronouced my last name "Pooost."

What do I know, anyway?

In my work-a-day life, I'm deep into the fifth mathematical research paper written this month of January 2004 (this last one my "four nines" web page, findable through the "New" link of my magicdragon.com). The resulting excitement and lack of sleep may make me even a little more eccentric than usual. Or maybe I'm possesed by a Maxwell's Demon...

Thank you again for such a wonderful blog, and the sheer decency and wit of the writers therein. "It's an honor just to be nominated." But, of course, I'm rooting for you to win. Maybe even square rooting...