About Betsy Devine

Making trouble today for a better tomorrow ...

In my blog, I tend to write about:


I grew up in NH, my nose in a book when I wasn’t building treehouses (summer) or giant snow forts (winter). We lived in a real neighborhood–I don’t think many families owned a house key. There were about 10 elderly* women in the 5-block radius I roamed who would offer me orange juice, bathroom privileges, and a comfy chair to sit reading kids books from the 1920s. I’d like to say thank you here to Miss Alice Colgan, who lived with a sister she hadn’t spoken to in 20 years. Both of them were delighted to see me or my siblings knock on the door.

The blogging world takes me back to those days of roaming. I like knocking at the door of your blog and finding out what’s on your mind today. Better than orange juice!

I am a nerd, and even bigger fan of nerds than I am a nerd myself. I used to spend a lot more time programming than I do now. I’ve coauthored a couple of books, both now out of print, but if you look up “Betsy Devine” at Amazon you can read some really nice reader reviews.

When I started blogging, back in 2003, my husband Frank Wilczek and I were living in Cambridge MA, as were our two 20-something daughters–one college, one grad school–a big part of our lives but already out on their own. A whole pile of things have happened since then–not least that in 2004 Frank won the Nobel Prize in Physics. We thought that our lives were complex and filled up with travel in 2003–little did we know!

Right now, I’m typing this at a pale-polished-wood modern table in Stockholm, Sweden. We’ll be living here until almost Christmas, 2007. I’d like to re-organize this little essay and talk more about the non-fiction book I’m researching and writing now--it's called Meta-Physics: Lives With, About, and Sometimes After the Cosmos. But about 87 other things are in front of this on my to-do list right now, not least getting ready for this year’s IgNobel Prize ceremony. Maybe next week?

Until then–really, thanks for reading my blog!

* The word “elderly” was one my grandmother liked–and one that the women I’m talking about would have liked. I thought of people as “elderly” once they got past 30 or so. I looked forward to getting there myself, and now–woo hoo–I surely have!

 

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