Silver Night
If Katrina looks silver to you in this shot, don't adjust your set. We're on our way back from a seminar hosted by the Annals of Improbable Research people - the ones who give out the Ig Nobel prizes every year - at the annual Boston symposium of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, held at the Sheraton somewhere downtown.
It's a family-outing kind of evening: in lab coat and goggles, I assist her dad with an transfer-of-momentum Moments of Science demo (basketballs, tennis balls my liege), and Katrina, painted silver and bearing a large flashlight, is one of the evening's Human Spotlights.
It is dark and cold, and at first I think we're headed someplace warm and well-lit. When it turns out that we are not, I convince her to stand under a handy streetlight for a minute.
Silver Night
If Katrina looks silver to you in this shot, don't adjust your set. We're on our way back from a seminar hosted by the Annals of Improbable Research people - the ones who give out the Ig Nobel prizes every year - at the annual Boston symposium of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, held at the Sheraton somewhere downtown.
It's a family-outing kind of evening: in lab coat and goggles, I assist her dad with an transfer-of-momentum Moments of Science demo (basketballs, tennis balls my liege), and Katrina, painted silver and bearing a large flashlight, is one of the evening's Human Spotlights.
It is dark and cold, and at first I think we're headed someplace warm and well-lit. When it turns out that we are not, I convince her to stand under a handy streetlight for a minute.