For nearly six years now, I have smoked a pipe. It began as a joke--a gift from my ironic younger sister on the first Christmas after I became an assistant professor--but it has grown into a regular part of my lifestyle. People call me pretentious, some folks stare, so out of date is the pipe as a means of tobacco transference. Sue me. As this ongoing gallery will show, I'm at least in interesting historical company.
(Because how else was Doctor Atomic supposed to unwind as he was leading humanity toward its own potential destruction?)