And what an eventful trip it was.
In no particular order of annoyance:
- One thing about the City of Angels that I didn’t get: public transport sucks, and it sucks real big time. The city was apparently designed with the assumption that everyone living in the region has a car, and therefore doesn’t really need more than a token presence of buses. The one thing that LA really has going for it is its Metro train system, which is really new and smooth (I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a smooth train ride). But even that is woefully inadequate to get from Point A to Point B from anywhere outside the major tourist attractions.
- Went swimming at Venice Beach. It was less crowded than at Santa Monica (at least, near the pier) and the water was so inviting that I couldn’t resist just jumping in, despite not having brought a towel. The water was deliciously cold; subsequently, I probably consumed more salt in the next two hours than in the previous year. Ah, the salty tang of the sea breezes. And the lingering fart-like smell of angel sewage. Mmm.
- My friend’s roommate decided that she wanted a bacon sandwich and was in a hurry to do so, so she apparently slapped the bacon on a large wok at maximum heat and rushed to do her daily ablutions. When she was done there was smoke pouring furiously out of the stovetop and staining the entire kitchen wall. Which wouldn’t have been too bad if it didn’t trip the sprinkler system, showering the entire apartment ankle-deep in water and frying my notebook computer in the process. And to add insult to injury, there was loads of water damage to dozens of textbooks, including a library book I brought with me. Boo. On top of that, the wall-to-wall carpeting was completely soaked down to the floorboards; apparently their neighbor downstairs complained that their roof was dripping. After three days, the carpet developed nice brown mildew rings and stank like salted fish stored in sweaty socks. I had to sleep with that aroma for three nights. Estimated cost of damage replacement: $6,000. Which will make it by far the most expensive piece of bacon ever fried, by my knowledge.
- My camera’s zoom assembly decided to fall apart mysteriously, jamming itself during shutdown. Now it gives “Focus Error”. Dammit, that’s going to be another $175 spent on a $299 camera. Do you think it’s worth spending the extra $175 as opposed to getting a new camera? I’ve already paid for it to be fixed, once, for a similar problem at that price.
- LA traffic is horrendous. The 30-mile trip from Pasadena to Westwood Village takes over an hour each way.
- Undergrads picking grad school based on how cute their professors were, how prestigious the departments were, and doing research knowing that all they do is walk into lab, mix up a bunch a stuff, and leave the cleaning and workup to the grad students. ‘Nuff said.
I have a three week backlog of work to do, and hundreds of new ideas to parse through, thanks to the conference. Thankfully Tuesday night’s thunderstorm managed to dissipate the 115°F (46°C) hot air pocket that was hanging around the Midwest for the past week or so, and actually bring the temps back down to a sensible level, otherwise I might have had to resort to sleeping in the lab just to stay sane.
I’m so glad I didn’t choose to go to Caltech. Those crazy buggers.


