I’m back, and I feel a little exhausted. I enjoyed my weekend in New York immensely, and I was delighted to to find that so many of my Internet correspondents are also capable of taking physical form.
Last night was pretty wicked, I have to say. It was a bar that had Guinness…and that’s about all. George Hrab was playing to an appreciative crowd. When Phil “Better Astronomer Than His Pseudonym Implies” Plait got up on stage and did “Death from the Skies,” the place went bonkers. So much fun.
I’ll do a better write up soon, I swear. Need pizza.
RJB
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