“Did you know that when the great storm of 1938 [a category 5 hurricane] hit New England it registered on seismographs in Alaska and sea spray blew as far inward as [town in very westernmost Massachusetts]?”
Yes, that was me making “conversation” the other day with a bunch of people some of whom I only knew slightly. (In my defense, the info was aimed at a good friend who I knew would appreciate it.) On the one had, that is one of the most interesting things I know. On the other hand, I think it’s one of the most interesting things I know.
I had writing group yesterday and I’ve been writing a series of science poems (I know, you’re all surprised). The first one came from a paper I edited, and the others have been ripped from the headlines.
“Your poems are always like a puzzle. I have to read them twice,” one of my writing group colleagues said.
A few weeks ago (in another setting) my poem sparked a debate on poetry of ideas. The group agreed that of course poetry SHOULD have ideas, and I try to make it pretty as well as informative/exploratory.
As usual, I spend half my time feeling like a freak and the other half of the time sure that I am doing something interesting.
What’s your nerdiest moment?