I haven't had much time this week to write. When I am not busy with organizing my upcoming move to Canada, I am arguing with myself. I still haven't figured out what a particle is, and I still don't like the collapse of the wave-function.
As you might have noticed, I changed the template for the blog, trying to get more WIDTH for the text. I also kicked out our temporary contributor Mirko, who disappointingly never wrote anything. I turned on word-verification, because we had a lot of spam-comments lately, and I am getting tired of deleting them.
Here, in Santa Barbara, the Strings '06 programme at KITP has begun. From Aug. 28th to Sep. 1st, UCSB will host this year's conference on String Phenomenology, which I plan to attend, before I move to Waterloo.
Last week, I got my work permit for Canada, and I can't recall I have ever been in an office which worked such efficiently! In contrast to my applications for US-visa, I was treated like a human being there. No fingerprints were taken, no photos. No interrogation about my past, present, and future. No request for the so-called ties to the home country, for which I used to bring letters from friends (someone told me bank statements from my German account would do, but I don't think these bank statements make convincing reason to go back there). As it turned out, I don't even need to apply for a visa. The permit was issued in a total of 5 hours.
I have a one-way ticket to Toronto, my office and my apartment are a mess of things whose purpose I can't recall and which I have to stuff into boxes. Today, I spent several hours arguing with computer voices on service-free toll-hotlines, and almost managed to have my gas shut off on Aug. 1st.
Besides this, I have nothing intelligent to say, except: have a nice weekend. Now I go back to arguing with myself.