




I regret that I have but five pocket protectors to give for Carl Sagan. He was a true inspiration. We could really use him now in this dreary spell we're going through.
A respectable 3 out of 5 pocket protectors. He would have rated higher, but he is now well past his prime.
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He probably never even saw that letter. Some secretary was too stupid to know that it should have been passed up the food chain.Sagan was a professor at Cornell (my alma mater) back in the 70s and 80s.
He wasn't particularly accessible to students, even ones in his own field.
There was a story that may or may not have been exaggerated in the retellings about this:
Sagan lived in a house on one side of Ithaca's famous gorges. A fraternity had the house directly across from his place.
Supposedly, one fall, the fraternity (possibly because they just moved into the house) sent Sagan a letter, saying that they wanted to be good neighbors and inviting him to tour the house and come to dinner.
Some time later they received a form letter back...from Sagan's agent. The letter said that "Professor Sagan charges [thousand of dollars] for personal appearances. If you like to discuss hiring him for your event, please contact us to discuss payment and scheduling."
For several years after that, every Christmas, the frat would arrange the Christmas lights on the roof of their house facing his into a pattern that read "Carl blows."
Uggh, boring. Typical generic mussy haired genius type. There must be billions and billions of stars I'd want to make Contact with before that.
SETI called. They said a little less Cosmos, a little more cosmetics, please. Those bags under his eyes just act as a counterpoint for the two dead raccoons he calls eyebrows.
Plus, when was he first published? 23? Too old for my tastes. I wouldn't hit it with the asteroid named after him.
He probably never even saw that letter. Some secretary was too stupid to know that it should have been passed up the food chain.Sagan was a professor at Cornell (my alma mater) back in the 70s and 80s.
He wasn't particularly accessible to students, even ones in his own field.
There was a story that may or may not have been exaggerated in the retellings about this:
Sagan lived in a house on one side of Ithaca's famous gorges. A fraternity had the house directly across from his place.
Supposedly, one fall, the fraternity (possibly because they just moved into the house) sent Sagan a letter, saying that they wanted to be good neighbors and inviting him to tour the house and come to dinner.
Some time later they received a form letter back...from Sagan's agent. The letter said that "Professor Sagan charges [thousand of dollars] for personal appearances. If you like to discuss hiring him for your event, please contact us to discuss payment and scheduling."
For several years after that, every Christmas, the frat would arrange the Christmas lights on the roof of their house facing his into a pattern that read "Carl blows."
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