Her picture reminds me of my mother.

Yesterday Deb & Rick drove down from Studio City to take me to a buffet lunch in the hills of the city of Orange. Very nice but the shrimp , which I love,had their shells on and I couldn't figure out how to deal with them gracefully. Otherwise an excellent time topped off with cheesecake and double layer chocolate cake. And Deb gave me a book on Amelia Earhart, a woman I admire and still have vastly underestimated. And her picture reminds me of my mother. But her success is the result of the nexus of several people and events, not the least was the time in history in which she existed. This book will put off my trip to Hawaii even further.
I finished the book on String Theory by the Englishman and to let it percolate I took up the book on Amelia E. But I'm left with a few thoughts from the book. String Theory exists on the background of space. Space exists in several variations: some ordinary and some exotic. A separate String Theory must be generated for each variation of space since we have no way to distinguish which is which. Although new trails must be blazed for each variation the task is doable since we know where the end is (our reality). So combined with mega verses, there is a plethora of String Theories around to choose from.
Multiple String Theories are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick