Admundson Hall, room 385: rather than the content, my presentation will be remembered for the amount of junk food paid on the conference table. It never happened that a group meeting (report of experimental work in front of teachers and classmates) were held the day before Thanksgiving bridge. Normally, the week will be skipped so that someone can be absent. This year, however, none of the group returns home to enjoy turkey Lanny and jam and had a commitment last week, so that my discusisone was scheduled two days before the holidays. Education and practice require that the speaker assumes responsibility for the refreshments. The presentation must first entertain: the audience watches movies with attitude rather than a conference, munching peanuts and drinking coca-cola through a straw, spreading his feet against the seat in front. But the participation is active, the questions measuring the levels of customer satisfaction, exposure and ultimately becomes a debate last an hour and a half. What transforms a libation in my presentation is the period. The feast of Thanksgiving corresponds to a kind of fair balance Gourmet and the food is on every supermarket offering pay two get one . $ 3 to buy a pound of M & M, big ones with the peanut and not fake ones with nothing. $ 1 for two bottles of coca cola 2 liter each, $ 2 and a half liters of 4 tropical juice, chips, bags of recycling, are priceless. The local specialty is called beagle (like the dog) and the group meeting should not be missed. It consists of a donut bread candy that is cut in half, stuffed with cheese, strawberry, wild berries or the honey and served fresh from the oven. Avoid adding the chopped meat, mustard or mayonnaise, the beagle is good. The shop is just below the beagle the department and is a rule to pick up a dozen before the speech. Although there is no supply and the baker sends me away with a score of beagle and a thermos of hot coffee on which he wrote a marker for the brew crew . I have to almost fight to exit the store with less food than they want to give me, including a bowl of cheese currants on the house that puts a betrayal in the envelope. The result is that I speak before an audience that strafoga. Lanny shows off his hand and assists child slumped in his chair with a big glass of orange juice as it is sinking in the hand bag of chips rustic. He put aside the beagle, stuffed with carefully placed on a canary yellow tablecloth. Other tropical juice drink while outside there is a snowstorm. It's all right and I seem to be the lunch of communion with relatives bent on broth, until the data-which drew controversy. Lanny makes a face like Monica Lewisky with the Invisible Man. Then he coughs, the rustic's goes through. The debate comes on, I'm with the cynicism of my Danish friend and I do not believe what I measured myself. But Lanny is magnetic. Disassemble the complex with the ease with which a child strives with Lego. Gets excited, he has within himself the emotional side of science. He asked us if his ideas are correct, despite working for more than forty years on those topics. He gets up goes to the blackboard scribbles, sits down again e analizza. A volte beve una sorsata dal bicchierone. Quando la discussione finisce, mi chiede se può prendere i beagle che restano e il formaggio da spalmare. Mi chiede il permesso, che uomo. Davvero sta diventando il mio eroe personale. Non so se sia reale, di certo è umano e molto più vivo di tutti noi. In mancanza di una sua foto, metto quella di Norman, che è nel mio Olimpo ormai da molti anni. P.S. Norman ti vedo in forma... L'hai ritoccata con Acrobat? Non mi sembri lo stesso che è stato avvistato ubiraco in canottiera in una notte gelida nei pressi di Cuneo. Qui radio fante ha detto così, aspetto la smentita.
