I was at a science symposium, or so I thought. It was a symposium where I was presenting my work in a poster. It was organized by our funding body. Most talks…well, all but one, were about science. Although not closely related to what I did, some biological problem was being addressed. Until…a historian walked onto the stage to give her talk. Continue reading “Davy’s Audience”
There is Never Nothing going on…
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