I finally realized why I’ve had so much trouble setting down in words my thoughts about CASBS – I think it is too painful to contemplate the joys of my year there because they are no more! And I feel…

My most vivid memories of the years I was fortunate enough to have a fellowship at CASBS in the late 70s, mid-80s and 2004-5 are organized around the flow of each day, so perfectly attuned to that incomparably restful and…

The Scholars’ Paradise, indeed. While there are other paradises for scholars, the Center was/is truly so, enabling us fellows to pursue our research without the intensity of academic politics. It was in large part thanks to Director Gardner Lindze and…

I would like at least that my own intellectual activity should not make things worse or more dangerous, and, preferably, that it would make things by a tiny margin a little bit better, a little bit clearer, a little bit…

I was a fellow at CASBS in 1989-90. At that time, one could not apply to be a fellow and when the letter inviting me to come arrived, I was somewhat perplexed, having never heard of the Center, and almost…

My plans for my (1996-97) year at the Center for the Advanced Study in the Behavioral Sciences (CASBS) were firm: I was definitely doing nothing—other than a final edit of a book and tidying up a textbook manuscript. I had…

Like almost every other day at a few minutes after noon, I walked into the bright sun carrying my tray from the lunchroom. Squinting (I wore no glasses of any kind in 1980 and 1981), I looked to see if…

I was first a CASBS fellow in 2005-06. As a Stanford faculty member since 1991, I had long viewed the Center as a kind of academic nirvana that I was determined to eventually inhabit for a year. From the valley…