California dreamin'
I'm about to head out to the airport, and then on to Sunny Southern California for the Future of the Book symposium. I'm looking forward to a stimulating meeting tomorrow, and then Saturday will be a chance to see a few friends. I'll be at the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County when it opens at 10AM, if anyone wants to join me—they have a spider pavilion I must see, and the special exhibit on Jared Diamond's Collapse sounds good…hey. Wait. What am I thinking?
I should rent a glossy red convertible and cruise down to the beach. I should strip down, get a tan, whistle at some girls, curl my toes over a surfboard. I need to sip margaritas at an oceanfront bar and dance on the sand to some shag music. This is California, man. What am I, some kind of nerd?
Oh. Right. I almost forgot…I am. Never mind. See you at the museum!


If you don't either go to the Page Museum or have a credible excuse, I'll be very disappointed.
My favorite part of the Page Museum - well, aside from the bones and tarpits and such - is the exhibit whose point can essentially be summed up as "Because there weren't any god-damned dinosaurs in the friggin Pleistocene, OK?"
"I do not think we should antagonize the religious when it is not warranted, though I think we should be willing to do so whenever it is.”
-- Glen Davidson