Two weeks ago, I went to the Motor Control Summer School. It was, in a word,
supermegagood. As promised, here is a
photodump, er, blog post.

Ava Jade, my backseat companion for the 6 hour drive.
She slept for 4 hours, and did a repetitive "yawn, then sleep again" cycle for a while towards the end.
I dare you to find something cuter

"Welcome to Summer School," says the organizer.
"Would you like a martini in a
dixie cup?"

The unwritten rule was "work hard, play hard". The play, along with the evening "happy hour", included 4-hour free periods every afternoon. We hiked, we played basketball, and we failed miserably at taking a break from Motor Control discussions.

(l to r):
Enoka,
Latash,
Feldman, and
Scholz.
Using the honorific "he wrote the book" for these guys is not at all an exaggeration.

The attendees, minus a few, at the last happy hour of the weekend.
Samir cracked us all up with a last-second "say '
lambda!'"
Our
nerdiness knows no bounds.

There was a bonfire. Jealous?

(l to r):
Jang, Tony, Steve, Jeremy, Valentina, Nikita, Matt,
Osmar, and Carol.
Long after the fire was down to embers, we were having a good time.

Remember before, when I challenged you to out-cute the picture of the baby?
Done
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