The annual American Geophysical Union meeting in San Francisco just keeps getting bigger. When I last attended as a wee fledgling graduate student, I went as a press representative for the Society of Physics Students. As such, I conducted impromptu interviews on what possible career paths were like. It’s a fun game, one I’m continuing now even though I’m quite happy as a Master of Disasters.
It’s still morning, and already the “talk to everyone and anyone” approach has sparked a great conversation about detecting particulates in the atmosphere from the ground verses from airborne instrumentation (apparently, Canadian fires make excellent test cases because we have such repeatable conditions…) and linking multiple atmospheric and ocean models to figure out climate cycles in the North Atlantic while waiting at crosswalks, a hypothesis-tossing session on catastrophic landslide mobility while waiting in the registration line, and a mini-lesson on energy distribution of impacts in relation to angle-of-impact and materials while trying not to jostle elbows in the coffee section.
Then I went and did the truly outrageous, and asked actual presenters about their posters while they stood in front of them (specifically, ash models for volcanoes in the Pacific Northwest), but where’s the fun in being predictable like that?