I certainly remember building model rockets. It was fun to watch the rocket blast into the air, suspenseful to wonder if the parachute would open to bring the rocket safely back.

As it was, I realized choosing the study of Chinese literature as my life's work was probably a mistake.

My father was a professor of civil engineering at MIT, and my mother taught high school English.

Keep everything in perspective if you wish to be happy. For example... Losing an arm is more an inconvenience than a catastrophe. Things could be a lot worse so why not be grateful they aren't and thereby happy rather than sad?

My freshman year of high school I joined the chess and math clubs.

The postdoc explained to me how to distinguish different sorts of particles on the basis of the amounts of energy they deposited in various sorts of detectors, spark chambers, calorimeters, what have you.

With every passing year, BEC proves that it still has surprises left for us.