This picture by our daughter Irene shows me during an
observing run. I am holding what I think is a telescope, although
it may be a beer bottle. Experience shows that both instruments are
roughly equivalent when it comes to seeing stars.
Beady eyes, a slanted moustache, and a satanic grin are familiar
longterm consequences of chronic sleep deprivation, the astronomer's
main occupational hazard. The absence of a nose in the present case
is due to artistic freedom.
Needless to say that I support Women in Astronomy.
Curriculum Vitae
I thought I'd spare
you the unsavoury details of my CV (describing a life marred by
successful evasion of higher education and by a pursuit of
unhealthy interests). Instead, here is a much more direct insight into
my mind: