Two weeks ago, I went to Stanford University.
There was a conference on sequential methodologies, which, as it turns out, are not exciting. And yet, somehow, they are. But that's beside the point.
The point is that, for three days, I was consistently the dumbest person in every room I frequented, including my hotel room, where I was the only person in the room. I tried not to even talk to anyone, lest anyone blow the whistle on me.
I am not a statistician. I am not a biologist. I am not even a hardcore researcher. I am a therapist who happens to be employed by a larger system that values research and statistical training. And since that system requires stats training of my students, I believe that it is only fair for me to be likewise trained.
But, I will be really honest, I really went to Palo Alto for this:
And this (which came as a recommendation from my brother, who is an expert in Japanese cuisine):
And to snap pictures like this one:
And this one (because I teach an MFT theories class in the winter and make reference to this place roughly 700 times):
And this one (for Kim):
But this is really what made my trip worthwhile:
One was Meyer Lemon. The other was fleur de sel. Both were divine.
