Saturday, January 17, 2009
Almonds and Apricots
Time Scales

fig 1: fish scales magnified a zillion times
I keep thinking about our place in the universe- how insignificant we seem. One little blue planet orbiting a smallish star- one of 20 billion stars in our galaxy- one of 20 billion galaxies in the universe. Just hanging out here- killing each other, passing the time. Our perceptions moulded by the evolution of our chimpanzee brains. Up into the trees as squirrels we went, down from the trees and on to the plains as apes. It would be surprising if we could really grasp the universe with such a primitive instrument.
Glimpsing up at the sky at noon, the clouds seem fixed, but time-lapse photography shows them scuttling by. Glass seems solid. Look at the stars at night- though they seem fixed, all the constellations are in motion. If time is infinitely divisible- then there is literally an eternity in a nanosecond. Which scale is therefore better? Which is more real? More important?
I have a bad bad feeling i've written all this before- maybe that's it! No more new ideas ?
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Do You Realize That Everyone You Know Someday Will Die?

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Genghis etc

An illiterate orphan on the Mongolian Steppe becomes a genocidal megalomaniac and takes over the world- from the Pacific Ocean to Hungary. He fights hard, he plays hard, and he f%cks hard- thus explaining the 16 million descendants he has now (based on Y chromosome analysis).
The big question (unanswered in the book) is why? There is always a feeling of teleogism when thinking about these things: if it isn't a Genghis it'd probably have been some other Tom, Dick or Napoleon.
True- he was a 'master' tactician in battle- although he seems to have used the same tactic again and again - of feigning retreat before the surprise denouement.
Fast battle-front communications using a 'pony-express' helped. As did the extreme loyalty of his men - rewarded with fair distribution of the spoils of war. A little bit of brutality and butchery never went astray.
Once Genghis let the whole 'conquer-the-world' thing get out of the bag- it seemed to require ongoing expansion to pay off his ever-expanding army (reminiscent of a giant military Ponzi scheme.). Perhaps the lack of a monetised economy was the real problem. Parasitic nomadic Mongol raiders looked at heir city-dwelling prey with contempt. They looted their wealth and divided their lands yet never contributed to economic activity themselves.
There were, however, lighthearted moments- The Christian kingdoms of Europe heard rumors of an empire in the east battling the Muslims and assumed it was a mythical Christian savior from India. Unfortunately for them, it was Genghis and his henchmen! Eastern Europe didn't know what hit it- and didn't stand a chance- but the invasion was called off just as abruptly when Genghis became ill and the armies recalled to Mongolia (after a quick whip around the Caspian Sea).
- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
- A stately pleasure-dome decree:
- Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
- Through caverns measureless to man
- Down to a sunless sea...
- A place where nobody dared to go
The love that we came to know
They call it Xanadu
And now
Open your eyes and see
What we have made is real
We are in Xanadu
A million lights are dancing
And there you are
A shooting star
An everlasting world
And you're here with me
Eternally
Xanadu, Xanadu,
(now we are here)
In Xanadu
Xanadu, Xanadu,
(now we are here)
In Xanadu
The love
The echoes of long ago
You needed the world to know
They are in Xanadu
The dream
That came through a million years
That lived on through all the tears
It came to Xanadu
Now that I'm here
Now that you're near in Xanadu
Now that I'm here
Now that you're near in Xanadu
Xanadu...
etc etc
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Font Rage
* There is now an "I Hate Comic Sans" web group of cranks that i've now joined. See how the internet can bring crazy people together? it's great.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Obituary: "One Third of People Said They Couldn't Stand Him".

Now, in my mind, that's not a very sporting thing to say- even when the guy was alive. What that's really saying is "everyone i know hated him, but i can't absolutely exclude the possibility of some person not disliking him- possibly in China given they have 1/5 of the world's population. ".
When i die, i'd like to think that 95% of people would be within 2 standard deviations *2 of the mean in terms of their regard for me.
*2) I suspect the whole equation for the 'standard deviation' is there to get rid of the 'negative' distance to the left of the mean by taking a square root of a square. Why can't you just average the distance from the mean is what i'm saying?
Eat Shit for Money: Idea for Reality-TV Game Show.

I spend very little time watching the "idiot-box" , and too too much time in front of the "clever-box" (i.e. the interweb) that i got a shock the other night when i switched on the TV and saw how bad it had become.
Reality show after reality show- but what do they have in common? Self-degradation for cash prizes. In a few years it'll hit "rock-bottom"- but why wait?
So here's my pitch- lets SIMPLIFY. The presmise of ESFM- a panel of contestants are encouraged (goaded) by a doubling jackpot (and a handsome host with a 12 Da-Vinci Porcelain Veneer Smile) to eat a piece of shit. Additionally, to sweeten the deal, the size of the piece of shit is progressively halved.
This is what i think - everyone has their price. Would you eat a 75g turd for $1.60? Probably not. But what about 0.0001 g for 15 million dollars?
X minus One: Radio SF from 1955


Listening with a 2008 sensibility must be completely unlike listening back in 1955. In 2008, you notice that certain things 'jar'- like moon-base ashtrays, blatant office sexism, or using morse code to send signals to mars. The things you were presumably 'supposed' to notice as being futuristic- like instantaneous 2-way audio/video communication - you have difficulty in even noticing at all!
It's hard not to be smug with 20/20 hindsight... i'm sure all our current 'futures' will seem as ludicrous to the Martian trans-humanists in 50 years.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Shave and A Haircut?
"knock"
"knock rhythms"
"knock rhythm meme"
"dum-dum-de-dum-dum... dum dum"
Apparently the 1st known occurrence of the tune is from 1899 : "At a Darktown Cakewalk" by Charles Hay. Much later, Milton Berle added the lyrics "Shave and a haircut- shampoo!"- hence the current name of the tune!
Apparently in Mexico, the tune is associated with a profane insult. Whistling the tune is deemed highly offensive and means "Chinga tu madre, cabrón" where cabrón represents the final two notes, and can be used as a response. It can be translated as "Go fuck your mother, you bastard."
I guess there's nothing new about a sticky, memish 'earworm' tune- but why has this one's rhythm become divorced from it's melody and migrated from orchestra to 'front door' (if you consider this an instrument). I wonder if there are any recorded similar migrations?
Who knows if Charles Hay invented the rhythm or adapted it from a preceding door-knock? Or a Charleston rhythm, or Latin American clave rhythm? If he did, he must be an even better song-writer that the sisters who wrote the tune to te ever-popular 'happy birthday to you' in 1893. In 1990 that song was valued at $5 million. (Copyright won't expire until 2030 so remember kids- you can't sing 'happy birthday' or download music- it's illegal.)
What would have happened in , say, 1850 - if you went to your Mexican friend's house for his birthday?: "knock knock knock - let's eat cake". It's hard to conceive of a world without these things.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Theresa Andersson
npr version here (better audio quality)
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Blinktwice4y is cool and needs a record deal ASAP.
"The Dinner Party" from The New Yorker

Saturday, December 06, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
The Poetry Of Science


an electrical arc developed
and punctured the helium enclosure,
leading to release of helium into the insulation vacuum of the cryostat.
The spring-loaded relief discs on the vacuum enclosure opened
when the pressure exceeded atmospheric,
thus relieving the helium to the tunnel.
They were however unable to contain the pressure rise
below the nominal 0.15 MPa absolute
in the vacuum enclosures of subsector 23-25,
thus resulting in large pressure forces acting on the vacuum barriers
separating neighboring subsectors,
which most probably damaged them.
These forces displaced dipoles
in the subsectors affected from their cold internal supports,
and knocked the Short Straight Section cryostats
housing the quadrupoles and vacuum barriers
from their external support jacks
at positions Q23, Q27 and Q31,
in some locations breaking their anchors
in the concrete floor of the tunnel.
The displacement of the Short Straight Section cryostats
also damaged the “jumper” connections
to the cryogenic distribution line,
but without rupture of the transverse vacuum barriers
equipping these jumper connections,
so that the insulation vacuum
in the cryogenic line
not degrade.


















