Last weekend I journeyed to the middle of the Earth. It was a treacherous endeavor, but it happened. I was first picked up outside of my apartment building by one of my buddies and his wife and child. We were ready, packed, and loaded. I brought some water just in case we ran into any obstacles. Ten minutes into the journey we had to stop for some food – fearful that this could be the last for a while. After enjoying some beers and seafood, we fired up the wheels and kept on moving. We had to go north - and fast! Finally, we arrived to the middle of the Earth ... 20 minutes later. There we were … in the middle. Yes, touching the northern hemisphere and the southern hemisphere at the same time.
A lot can happen in the middle of the Earth … watch out for that giant bird!
I can’t say that this was my only time to journey to the middle. There was once a time – literally, the time – when I made it to zero degrees longitude.
I’ve survived both. It’s been difficult and my equilibrium has been off since I came back from the middle – but this is the price I pay as a political scientist. Only if people could truly understood the price I pay for science, would I then be respected.
