I was going to write something serious about physics, but it's my student's last day, so we're taking him to lunch. So here's a silly poll to entertain you until I get back:
You can only choose one answer... Unless it's all a dream! In which case, you should slap yourself repeatedly for dreaming about blog polls, because, really.
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I wonder if this new study was designed better than this one:
The Free-Ride offspring have been enjoying their Spring Break visiting with the Grandparents Who Lurk But Seldom Comment. The night before they left, however, the younger Free-Ride offspring awoke in the wee hours because of a bad dream.
The Boston Globe Ideas section recently published a short interview I did with Kelly Bulkeley, author of the quite interesting "Dreaming in the World's Religions".
Railroad Sunset (1929, oil on canvas).
I found a way to get out of problems arising in my dreams: just look at my shoes. If I cannot easily find where my feet are, then I know I'm dreaming. All I have to do is search for my shoes. When I finally find them, the dreamscape will have changed and the problem I faced will be gone.
I'll just kill myself now, and let the other mes in the other branches of the wavefunction make every selection.