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First week at work

In all of the excitement over the fires, I almost forgot to mention that Tuesday Sept 1 was my first official day at my new job. I am now an Assistant Professor of Astronomy at Caltech. When I picked up my new photo ID I was amused to see that they used the same number that I had when I was a staff member of the LIGO project back in 2000. Below is a photo from the summer research program I participated in at Caltech, about 5 months before I graduated and went back as a research assistant. I then went from there to the graduate program at UC Berkeley in the Fall of 2000.


It's hard to believe that kid on the left went from working in a lab in the basement of Downs, hoping that he would get accepted into at least one grad program somewhere, to having his own office across the street in Cahill. It's a crazy world!

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Anonymous said…
Congratulations!! :)

We're thinking about a visit in June 2010 on our way to Colorado. Do you think the air will have cleared up by then?
JohnJohn said…
Ooooh! Please do stop in for a visit, we'd love to have you and your lovely family stay a while with us!

I can't guarantee the air will be clear (this is LA after all) but I'm pretty sure the drifting ash and pyrocumulous skyline will be gone...
mama mia said…
A lot happened in your life since summer of 2000 :)
oh, by the way, I have to say again how much I loved the Pictures of You video...am inspired by that posting.
Amy P said…
Woot!! I still love the point at the sky pose in pictures of you from that era. Can you believe that was like 10 years ago?!
jcom said…
It's hilarious to think of you working on anything but exoplanets, especially something like LIGO! Plus, you are wearing booties in this pic. Awes.

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