OK. Really is Saturn Day today. Week out. Senior delusions? 

Anyway, fair walk in park this morning. May be high ’50’s degF but too low temperature for my Alibam summer adapted system. Gonna have to up coat tomorrow morning. But I did remember ear coverings. So all my face BUT my ears was shivering. Horrible when you are senior and cheeks shiver. Slobbering accompanies. 

According to the Atlanta wonks over at the Jawgah Institut for Technowhow, Mars has running water. [Link]

This is indicated by the streaks. Pray don;t tell FD SCP. She can’t stand water streaks. Some sort of childish shock? Anyway, when we get water streaks in basins and such she goes on a cleaning binge. All I can do to keep her from scouring my wrinkles.

On a similar note, some corporation without credentials has released a study that indicates changing to driver-less motorcars will reduce traffic fatalities by an order-of-magnitude. This strikes me as one of those obvious things. If we take the steering wheel and accelerator pedal away from Der Schmucken then the number of wrecks and collisions will go WAY DOWN. There’s only one problem. Those folks will do anything to keep control of their motorcars. So you may have to discorporate them to get them to comply. In which case we obtain no benefit from driver-less motorcars since all the accidents (and a lot of the overcrowding) is relieved.

Makes you wonder who is paying for the study, doesn’t it?



Political Masque

This is a redo. Scribefire ate the original. Bad Client!

Survived the gallop to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill despite Der Schmucken being dense. Many opportunities for death due to irresponsible driving on the part of others. Makes me yearn for a Saracne Armoured Car with a Rarden auto-cannon and a full load of incendiary rounds. Sad part is that the rotters have likely already rutted and the gene pool is worsened regardless. Amazing that humans can be 100% Junk DNA.

But this caused me to contemplate the POTUS candidate circus and come up with some tag lines:

  • HC: “I am a lawyer-politician-celebrity and too arrogant to learn, or obey, the National Security Laws”;
  • BS: “Stercus Tauri, that’s me”;
  • JB: “Schrodinger’s Cat”;
  • DT: “Let’s Burn Everything. Except my Weatth. But definitely all of your stuff”;
  • BC: “I can cut meat but I can’t learn Science”;
  • CF: “I am the Destroyer of Corporations. Now I want to be the Destroyer of Countries. Including this one!”;
  • MH: “Bring back the Protestant Inquisition”; 
  • JB: “I am the idiot child. It’s my turn to be Emperor”; and

The Rest (and above): “We will continue to distract you with crap because we can’t do anything constructive”

In complementary news, the Congress of the United States has been renamed the “Fool Farm of the United States.”

Selah. Back to reality?

Weirding Way

2 Day. The electromagnetic audio-visual receiver projected that today is “National Coffee Day”. Blatant corporate arrogance? Does this mean that we can now recognize all holy days as propaganda and maskarovka? I shall nonetheless journey to Walker’s for a bit of brew. 

The gym was quite sparse. I enjoyed an episode of the Guardian’s science podcast that presented an interview with a fellow named David Wootten (sp?) who has written a new book about the Scientific Revolution. Not at all sure I like that term.

But he did raise the question of whether science can survive the internet? This seems a good question. My current hypothesis is NO! Too much propagation of boggery. But waiting is. 

In the interim I shall be continuing to do science. I suspect that I shall even when it is criminal or at least nekulturny.

Is science a form of talking nerdy?

Weird day I suspect.

Once More?

“Once more into the breach, dear friends.” Week in. Fall creeps in. Even had dihydrogen oxide falling as I drove back from gym. Sparse. Not many weight bouncers nor educationalists broadcasting their arrogance and bullyness. Podcast a bit disappointing – an interview with some fellow who wrote a popular physics book about neutrinos. Still not sure this is a useful activity for real physicist.  Of course an academic so not actually real?

I did reflect on how the bogs hate the sky. They avoid it. Light pollution in Greater Metropolitan Arab is horrible. But it was the sky cover that messed up my looking last evening. 100% as the meteorology chaps say. What is it with bogs and percentages? Yo say nothing of the ambiguities in how they talk about probability. 

As of now no great thoughts to share. All I have been mental mumbling have to do with book I am trying to write. Film at Eleven?

Part of A Herd

The dihydrogen oxide sorta falleth. More a heavy mist than an actual rain. Enough to soak rather a bit after a full constitutional, happily uninterrupted by boscos and haggis brains. 

In my youth walking in rain was uplifting, exhilarating. Now it is only distracting. Sometimes the weight of existence is enough to crush life. But I did manage to exert a bit of attention direction to consider an article [Link] by Brian Greene entitled “The Theory of Relativity, Then and Now”. It’s basically a bog article with the physics almost missing. But sometimes making contact with colleagues is a useful thing even if all we talk about are stomach aches.

The article is about Einstein’s closing difficulties with the theory of relativity. This is a useful thing. We get taught how to work on problems and research but we don’t always get told about the problems – other than monetary and bogs – that crop up. Sometimes it’s a mental block of sorts; sometimes it’s an attack of delusional fidgets. And we think that others don’t have these so we don’t mention them. We don’t discuss them. And we all have them.

It doesn’t seem to matter what we are working on, and certainly most of us don’t work on things as complicated or big as gravity. It’s more a matter of how we work. And that is pretty common. 

So let’s review some of what Greene had to say about the specific:

“Leveraging results from the mid-1800s that provided the geometrical language for describing curved shapes, Einstein created a wholly novel yet fully rigorous reformulation of gravity in terms of the geometry of space and time. .. But then it all seemed to collapse. While investigating his new equations Einstein committed a fateful technical error, leading him to think that his proposal failed to correctly describe all sorts of commonplace motion. For two long, frustrating years Einstein desperately tried to patch the problem, but nothing worked.”

In statistics (or sadistics as some call it behind their hands,) we are taught that errors are both positive and negative. Fluctuations in research and thinks are the same. Sometimes they are constructive and sometimes destructive. And we all get them. The problem is that it takes a long time to get them wrestled into submission. We have all had brilliant epiphanies (well, all nerds, at least) that seem instantaneous but built over unappreciated time and then take agonizing time to apply. We also have what seems a brilliant epiphany that turns out to be a false worry but we still have to worry it into submission. Over too long a period of time.

“His estranged wife, Mileva Maric, finally accepted that her life with Einstein was over, and had moved back to Zurich with their two sons.”

Marriage is an intriguing process. It struggles to exist, usually successfully, in spite of all the things we do to destroy it. I am quite in favor of it but I do have to admit that I seem to get more done when FD SCP is absent.

“By November, this freedom bore fruit. Einstein corrected his earlier error and set out on the final climb toward the general theory of relativity. But as he worked intensely on the fine mathematical details, conditions turned unexpectedly treacherous. A few months earlier, Einstein had met with the renowned German mathematician David Hilbert, and had shared all his thinking about his new gravitational theory. Apparently, Einstein learned to his dismay, the meeting had so stoked Hilbert’s interest that he was now racing Einstein to the finish line.”
I have difficulty understanding how theoretical folks can work in coveys (or whatever a collective of theoretical physicists is called?) I can understand it for experimentalists since they have to borrow tools and get help bailing or whatever, but theorists works best alone IMHO. That is not to say that discussions are not useful. Sometimes until you utter something you don’t realize how whacked it is. But you run the risk of sparking ideas in your colleagues and losing your stuff. It happens. And the etiquette of it is difficult. Especially since nerds are so contra-social. I know there have been several times I got ideas from colleagues that let me beat on a problem of common interest. I try to make sure they don’t lose their chance and give them credit but it is still a difficult thing. 
“To his friend Heinrich Zangger, Einstein confided, “In my personal experience I have not learnt any better the wretchedness of the human species as on occasion of this theory….””
Even when it turns out right – whatever right is, it is unpleasant. This is one of the reasons theoreticians need to work alone. It hurts too much otherwise. And we lose our smarts in the pain.
“Of course, the credit would only be worth having if the general theory of relativity were confirmed through observations. Remarkably, Einstein could see how that might be done.”
This incidentally is the nutmeat of physics, its duality of theory and experiment. This is why neither mathematicians nor engineers are physicists. The one never gets beyond “the maths say so” to “observed reality says so” and the other never worries about why, just how. We need both but neither can do physics. 
Which is rather like marriage.

Road Bumps

A bit belated. A bit of chaotic behavior in park. Didn’t interrupt constitutional but did divide my attention span to the nonsense.Not much uumph today, I fear. So only nasty comments.

First, an article [Link] about proton decay. No, not a reporting, per se. Just a thinkum piece. Too much nasty unproven theory and not enough actual data. Waiting is. For data and sanity.

Next, and article [Link] about actual numbers. eBooks are down, pBooks are up. I feel somewhat validated in my senior (senile?) intransigence. I still have eBooks but I only access then when mass (weight actually) is a factor.

And lastly, an article [Link] about how people are keeping their electronics longer. Not just seniors. Edselism? Retread? Maybe. I hate weekends. For some reason the mind goes frizzy.

Gotta go think about functional inversion a bit.