Seven Day. Air temperature still unpleasant. Walk passable but not enriching.
Ran across rather an intriguing article [Link] entitled “New Life Found That Lives Off Electricity.” Even though this is a sciencey periodical some contemporary journalistic mispractice seems to sneak through. What is it about journalists that they think talking to Bogs means speaking inaccurately and even erroneously? This, of course, is a self-defeating question since no matter how simple one makes it the communication will fail because the Bogs are oblivious and self-consumed.
The subject of the article is not new life but newly discovered/understood instances of Tellurian life. This is NOT a different kind of life. This is NOT even life off Tellus. What is novel here is that these animals consume electrons either directly or via produced hydrogen.
I have to admit to having to cogitate on this a bit, and still am. How can animals “eat” electrons and continue to be?
After a bit of moving electrons around in my head, I happened into the view – disliked immensely by both chemists and biologists – that chemistry (and thereby perhaps half of biology) is just about moving electrons about. (I had to take a bit of a ROFL break at this point thinking about what my physical chemistry professor, who claimed to disbelieve quantum mechanics and electrons and all that, would say.) But what I am continuing to mind much on is the hydrogen eaters. This is dependent on bare hydrogen nuclei floating about conveniently. As I recall my chemistry material, the natural concentration of such is pretty low.
Anyway, I am now waiting for some Bog to expound the “electron diet.”
Day Four. Last day of gym for the week. Spent much of yesterday in Nawth Alibam’s Shining CIty on the Hill and in and around staff call and foodstuff acquisition I had occasion to reflect on my recent blot on the maths of terrorism.
So I thought I would do a bit of a word picture of a specific scenario, the one of greatest interest right now,
- A group of citizens are gathered
- A number of terrorists arrive and either take hostages, begin executions, or both. (Note: these are executions. The terrorists are acting like an organizations so the humanity of the citizens is relevant only on its impact on those not present.)
- Somehow the constabulary is alerted.
- The constabulary marshals forces, and transports them to the locale. Then reconnaissance, analysis, and planning must occur before any substantive reaction.
A simple dynamical analysis of this indicates that the most significant time factor is the latency between the arrival of the terrorists and the constabulary being able to initiate ameliorative action.
This latency is not, in any sense, the result of any malice or incompetence. (Elected officials who “fund” the constabulary is a separate question.) If anything it is characteristic of the overall organization. A good part of it is deliberate to reduce casualties.
While some things may be done to decrease this latency, nothing presents itself that is able to substantially reduce the damage.
To effect a substantial reduction, a change of dynamics is necessary. The most effective change, at least for this scenario (and many others,) is to require all adults of adequate physical and mental capability to be armed, trained, and qualified in the use of those arms.
This does not eliminate casualties, but it does minimize them. It’s the only practicable way (found to date,) to reduce the latency to a minimum.
Yes, it’s an ivory tower solution and thereby not implementable per se. But a modified variant could be.
Hectic day. Had to motor to Guntersville for medicalist appointment. And run about on errands. So Latency.
First, acknowledgement that today is the seventy-fifth anniversary of the first edition of the Redstone Rocket which is the propaganda organ (like Pravda) of the Yankee Army in Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the HIll. If you are looking for amusement go read the back issues from years ago unless you are the kind of person who finds social mores objectionable.
Second, I want to address the cries for disarmament in the wake of the massacre at Orlando. It is possible using maths to show that:
- Disarmament is probably impossible and the more complete it is, the more unstable and deadly it is;
- The most stable solution is to arm everyone in the sense that the number of casualties per incident are minimized.
- And NO, I am not espousing some Repulsian line. Just Simple Country Physics. This is just simple stuff that the BOGs don’t or won’t get.
Ran across an article on Lifehacker about a “journaling app” for iPhun. This led me to the question: if I were going out and I could take either a notebook or my cellular telephone, which would I take?
Obviously, the response has to be based on some consideration of an ensemble. There are circumstances when I need to have communication capability at hand and there are circumstances when I need to take notes, and
This is the contentious part
notes cannot be taken on a cellular telephone.
Now that I have incurred the wrath of the GEN Y Bogs, I will elaborate.
I can take down short notes on a CT like phone numbers or a to-do item. But, for example, not a multi-item to-do list.
Or real notes like I take. Pages of maths interspersed with cryptic phrases.
Add to that a stylus is a STERCUS writing instrument. (So is a ballpoint!) And a CT is too constrained a surface of hideous tactility for scribing.
Quod Erat Demonstrandum.
Happily I can almost always take both and decision is unnecessary.
Partly NAILED! Missed the politicians and the BOGs!
Today is the anniversary of the expulsion of Richard Feynman from his mother.
Everybody take a bowling ball and rhythm instrument (ideally a bongo drum,) go up on the roof, drop the bowling ball, and play the instrument.
Ethanol is optional.
Third constitutional of the week out. Almost enjoyable. Still a bit colding but in its way better than the muggishness that will shortly set in like a too-long house guest.
Have to motor to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill this afternoon. Family drill. Worm Grope.
But I ran across this cartoon:[Link]
and it evoked some cogitation.
This happens to me not infrequently. More than I like to admit, usually. Klutz is one of my states. I tend to excuse myself that it is the result of excessively tight packing of the store by its proprietors. So they are enablers of the event.
But I also think of myself as a wave function propagating forward in time and the accident as a wave function propagating backwards in time from the far future and when we temporally intersect, BOOM! Accident collapses. This is, of course, the interaction picture that explains so much. I’m just not sure what the state of its testability is right now.
It seems appropriate the discuss this on an ice cream day because it has such intriguing aspects of deistic determinism to it. Not that I think the modal (or amodal) Southron Baptist can even begin to discuss this. More likely they will mentally label it blasphemy, pull out their sundae go-to-services firearm, and blast away at those they consider unrighteous.
I keep waiting for a sermon to dissolve into Hobbesian conflict.