112 Mercer Street. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall during his weekly meetings with Russell, Gödel and Pauli. Think they ever just drank beer and played cards?
Mercer Street. Lovely.
Many of you may know who lived at 112 Mercer Street, from 1936 until his death in 1955. The man and I were our for a lovely walk and some delicious frozen yogurt in Princeton Sunday afternoon (just a short drive from here) and I snapped the following two photos for your viewing pleasure. (Camera = my new Palm Pre. Not bad, eh? I like my pic better than the one on the Mercer Hill site.) I didn't see Einstein in person, of course, but you can see him smile about 27 seconds in to this clip.
112 Mercer Street. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall during his weekly meetings with Russell, Gödel and Pauli. Think they ever just drank beer and played cards?
Mercer Street. Lovely.
112 Mercer Street. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall during his weekly meetings with Russell, Gödel and Pauli. Think they ever just drank beer and played cards?
Mercer Street. Lovely.
I bet all they did was drink beer and play cards. With cigar breaks.
That creepy thing sent me into uncanny valley territory.