My house has turned into an infirmary, with three out of the five of us home sick. We’re watching West Wing and I’m reading this article in Scientific American about naked singularities. Theoretical physics is something I like to pretend I keep up on. I read Cosmic Variance which is a really well-written blog that mixes tough models with coverage of the scientific community. There’s something comforting about currently competing theories explaining something this big in our universe. I imagine the loop-gravity team all hanging out in a dormitory up all night doing equations on a big chalk board. I’m sure the books are lying and it doesn’t work like that, but I like to dream.