Eli was on his way from his East Coast burrow to the AGU meeting in San Francisco, when winter weather wreaked ("wroke"?) havoc on air traffic. He had to make a unscheduled stop in Las Vegas. He waved as he flew over my house. Fortunately, I had my camera ready. If you examine the photo very carefully, you can see Eli on board, and in First Class, too! Rumor has it that Eli is sitting in the same row as an Elvis Presley impersonator.
This raises important questions: Eli, is it true that in First Class you get unlimited carrots? Inquiring Minds want to know!
Eli Rabett, a not quite failed professorial techno-bunny who finally handed in the keys and retired from his wanna be research university. The students continue to be naive but great people and the administrators continue to vary day-to-day between homicidal and delusional without Eli's help. Eli notices from recent political developments that this behavior is not limited to administrators. His colleagues retain their curious inability to see the holes that they dig for themselves. Prof. Rabett is thankful that they, or at least some of them occasionally heeded his pointing out the implications of the various enthusiasms that rattle around the department and school. Ms. Rabett is thankful that Prof. Rabett occasionally heeds her pointing out that he is nuts.