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            Web 
              Exclusives: Inky 
              Dinky Do 
              a PAW web exclusive column by Hugh O'Bleary (paw@princeton.edu) 
             
            November 
              21, 2001: 
              It's About Time 
               
              How Professor Gott somehow got it, and I didn't  
             By Hugh O'Bleary 
              One of the best lines 
              in "I.Q." - the slight but diverting romantic comedy starring 
              Meg Ryan, Tim Robbins, and Walter Matthau that was filmed in Princeton 
              a few years back - comes when Matthau, in the role of Albert Einstein, 
              turns to Robbins, who plays a good-hearted, decidedly unintellectual 
              garage mechanic, and asks, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" 
              Replies Robbins, "What 
              are the chances of that?" It is a quintessential Princeton 
              moment. How often I've felt like Robbins. I'm walking down Nassau 
              Street, trying to make head or tails of the latest foreign policy 
              news, and there goes George F. Kennan '25, architect of postwar 
              containment; or I'm sitting in a coffee shop, feeling pumped because 
              I just managed to balance my checkbook, and there goes Andrew Wiles, 
              the math guy who solved that Fermat's Last Equation thingie. Do-oh! 
              Hang around Old Nassau long enough and you start to feel decidedly 
              Homeric (as in the "The Simpsons," not "The Illiad"). 
              The latest such moment occurred just this week - and fittingly enough 
              it involved Einstein. Sort of. I was sitting on the Dinky, poring 
              over the latest New Jersey Transit schedule, trying to figure out 
              how I could most efficiently structure my commute so that I didn't 
              end up spending more than, say, six or seven hours each day riding 
              the rails and/or waiting in the bowels of Penn Station. It was a 
              pretty complex problem, and I muttered something to Smitty, who 
              was sitting beside me reading the "Bergen Record" sports 
              section, to the effect that "If only I could come up with a 
              time machine; maybe then I could get home almost on schedule." 
              "Only a matter of time," said Smitty. 
              "I know," 
              I said. "That's what I'm talking about." Smitty turned 
              a page and gave me a look. "I mean," he said, "your 
              time machine is only a matter of time." 
              He then told me about 
              a book he was reading called - cue Matthau - "Time Travel in 
              Einstein's Universe" by Princeton astrophysics professor Richard 
              Gott. Why did I get the feeling that old Doc Gott's musing's on 
              temporal transportation were going to be just a wee bit more sophisticated 
              than mine? 
              Sure enough, while I 
              haven't yet found the time (har! har!) to read the book, a recent 
              article on the Princeton University website makes it clear that 
              Gott's got more in mind than even the most fiendishly inspired NJ 
              Transit scheduler could dream of. 
              "We have had time 
              travelers already," the piece quotes Gott as saying in reference 
              to Soviet cosmonaut Sergei Avdeyev, who, having logged some 748 
              days of space travel is one fiftieth of a second younger than he 
              would be if he had stayed home. Now, that's pretty cool (then again, 
              I sometimes feel as though every fiftieth of a second of commuting 
              ages me 748 days), but Gott is just getting warmed up. Reports the 
              piece, "Gott, in fact, has used ideas from time travel research 
              to develop a novel theory about the origin of the universe." 
              (Well! And what have you done lately?) Gott, along with Princeton 
              graduate student Li-Xin Li, has proposed a model of the universe 
              featuring "new universes branching from an original trunk." 
              Says Gott, "This is a model that allows the universe to be 
              its own mother." (Now, surprisingly enough, I believe I actually 
              did think of that one back in college - very late on a night that 
              might have involved mushrooms - but that's another story.) 
              The most amazing thing 
              is that this is what Gott spends his days thinking about. According 
              to the article, Gott is particularly pleased with the trunk-branch-mother 
              theory because it "also solves some nagging problems associated 
              with the start of the universe." If you are, to borrow from 
              Matthau's Einstein, thinking what I'm thinking, the nagging problems 
              you're working on have more to do with gutter cleanings and whether 
              Dennis Miller really is a positive addition to Monday Night Football. 
              The universe, I'm afraid, is someone else's. But, hey, inspired 
              by Gott and by all the other heady Princetonians, I can still turn 
              over a new leaf. If only I had more time. 
             
                
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