My girlfriend is better than yours because . . .
. . . yesterday she brought home from the library the DVD of The Elegant Universe. I first saw parts of it on television about three years ago, but have never seen the whole thing. I bought the book last year and sort of dipped my big toe into it before getting distracted by other things, mostly a pile of books by Carl Sagan I suddenly became interested in reading.
The Elegant Universe is to quantum mechanics what Cosmos is to astronomy. It attempts to explain quantum mechanics, and specifically the ins and outs of the various forms of string theory, in a way comprehensible to morons like me who don’t know a quark from a lepton. I’m interested to watching it and finally getting around to reading the book. It’s a fascinating subject, for one thing; for another, in The Demon-Haunted World Carl Sagan wrote that he had never read a popularization of quantum mechanics that was any good at all. He died a few years before The Elegant Universe was published and then produced for television, so I wonder what he would think about it.
Ashley not only puts up with my fascination with popular science and the subsequent smug know-it-all pontification that often results, she enables it. Is it because she secretly hates herself? Because she somehow finds it cute or sexy when I go on and on and on talking about subjects about which I have very little actual knowledge? Whatever the reason, she’s the greatest. Next to her, your girlfriend looks like a statue of Eleanor Roosevelt carved out of rapidly liquefying gorilla shit.