Ayeh. I was unpresent yesterday. Had to motor to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill to procure foodstuffs and exchange cognition with some colleagues. Along the way, at the Kroger, I acquired an influenza inoculation – FD SCP had been counseling (that does sound a bit more positive than nagging?) me to get one and the technician administering the injections was unengaged when I walked past so I took advantage of accidental juxtaposition of ether waves in the quantum foam. (More on this later!) She was a bit alarmed that I had a negative reaction to a previous inoculation but subsided when she found out that was back in 1970.
Unlike that time, I did not have a temperature rise of about 2 degK while walking from the site of medical ministration to my automobile, and I do not suspect the distance or air temperature had anything to do with same. Anyway, I completed my shopping for items unique to both Kroger inventory and my wonted culinary practice and departed. The ache in my shoulder awaited my return home. And that distracted me from catching up on my under-accomplished activities, such as this blog.
Prior to that, at gym, I had continued with listening to science podcast episodes. The CBC “Quirks and Quarks” reader is back but not the parasitic English aristocracy that does “In Our Time” and I delayed a partial break of my enforced fast, reminding myself that these fools should watch their actions lest they fall out of favor by absence. The high light of this was a segment of a discussion between Sir David Attenborough and Dr. Richard Dawkins, the darling of Amerikan Republicans and Religionists (is that redundant?) The text is available, [Link] but rather fails miserably to convey the depths of emotion and nuance. Of course some of that might just be the rarity of being exposed, here in Alibam, to someone who can actually enunciate the language. Certainly the on-going political orations, now sliding rapidly into deep negativism and assault of character, are characterized only by twang and shrill atonality. But then one has automated answering programs for local enunciation excellence.
While on such, I observe [Link] that infection with a particular viral strain of the common (?) cold has been correlated (associated?) with obesity in children. One rather suspects this is the cause of great rejoicing in the Chief Executive’s mansion as an indication that obesity is a disease. Unlike their socio-political programs, of course. I have to wonder between disease and genetic mutation whether there is any aspect of human variability and activity that is actually human controlled? This certainly makes one wonder how long the so-called justice system can continue in its present mode of intense and fundamental self-denial of what is not conscious and overt.
On which note, I see [Link] that recyclage bins in Cleveland are to be fitted with RFID tags so that marauding (they surely do not keep a ordered scheduled route) recyclage collection wains can automatically and remotely note which households place their bins in the verge at the appointed temporal coordinates. The brilliance of this scheme is astounding, at least for government. This way, to not be shunned (?) by local government, residents would at least have to place their bins by the roadway and having gone to the trouble to do so one might as well fill them with the infinitely variable miscellanea of recyclage.
Of course in Alibam, the average resident, who considers recycling unAlibamian and somehow less respectable than sexual self-abuse, would just remove the RFID chip and permanently attach it to a rock or concrete slab in the verge so that neither recycling nor carting of the bin would interfere with his/her vicarious rush to extinction of the species. Not that recycling in the current voluntary, unenforced way is much more constructive.
And lastly, it seems that the Quantum Gravity boffins at U California, Davis have come up with some theory that indicates
“several different quantum gravity theories all predict the same strange behavior at small scales: fields and particles start to behave as if space is one-dimensional.”
We immediately note this is doing quantum foam one better. After all a foam is nothing more than a means of filling three-dimensional space with two-dimensional thingies. This seems to be saying that when we get down to the scale of the “Planck-length”, actually Planck hypervolume, the structure of space (maybe space-time?) just peters out. Rather like those broken threads in shirts that have been worn too many years but are now, of course, exceptionally comfortable. If, also of course, SCPdatter didn’t make off with all of them when she was a teenager This at least is better than the old picture of what is inside the Planck hypervolume, shrugs and the legend from old maps – “Here Be Monsters” which is amazing like the hole in the closet where the shirt used to be. Now the hanger, an essentially one-dimensional thingie. is left swinging from the rod, still shirtless but the hole is no longer so empty.
 The term arises from the common practice, an epitome here in Greater Metropolitan Arab, that the only actually recycled recyclage is that for which the recycling contractor can obtain a profit. Everything else goes to land fill. And local governments, such as the real estate hag-ridden one here in GMA, not only acquiesce but do so conspiratorially to avoid the wrath of the electorate.