It’s Friday—which seat can you take?
My talks in Davis are over now, and went well, I think. It was bittersweet to me that yesterday I gave what was almost certainly the last pure research talk of my career, but at least it was at Davis before many of my old friends. I have one more day of one-on-one meetings with scientists, and then tomorrow I’ll be free in Davis for Picnic Day, a renowned and annual campus celebration that includes something I love: the dachshund races. The sight of a pack of wiener d*gs racing at top speed down a track, tiny legs a blur, and, finally, bashing into hay bales, is hilarious:
There are many other demonstrations and events. When I was here as a postdoc in the early 80s, they used to display a “vegetarian cat” in a cage: a sad-looking tabby whose diet included no meat, as well as a fistulated cow whose innards you could inspect through a hole. I suspect those exhibits are long gone.
But on to Hili, who wouldn’t appreciate such shenanigans:
A: This is my armchair!
Hili: So what?
Ja: To jest mój fotel!
Hili: No to co?