Of Cops and Shots

shutterstock_229115143The room is plain and cloaked in shadow, save the single pool of light draped over a hardened criminal. Facing the her is a meaty lug of a detective with a ketchup-stained tie and hairy knuckles.

“This doesn’t have to go bad for you, Jenny,” the larger man growls. “You work with us and I can put in a good word with the D.A. Get you a deal.” Jenny stares hard at the wall-size mirror across from him.

“Look, Jenny,” says a skinnier cop sitting near the door, “if you don’t flip on your cousins, your kid’s looking at a life sentence of autism. That’s hard time. Jenny’s hand flinches almost imperceptibly at the word “autism” but she kept her stare fixed.

The fat man jumps in, as if on cue. “But you implicate your cousin Tony and his gang, you’re looking at – worst case scenario – a little measles for the kid. Hell, chances are, he walks outta here free and clear.”

“So what do you say?” the other one says. “Better yet, what do you think Tony will say? Hey, we got him in the next room. Maybe we offer him the same deal, see where it gets us. I bet he turns on you before I even finish asking.”

The detective lumbers to the door and without turning says, “When your little boy’s got autism, don’t say we never gave you a choice.” As he pulls the door, a voice behind him squeaks.

“Wait. Wait, don’t. Come back. My kid can’t do autism. Let’s talk.” Continue reading

I Did It Dad! I LOVE This!

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I’d been pondering the consequences of modern self-chronicling when Facebook sent me its rendering of my life in 2014. If Facebook’s Year End Review is any indication, my life boils down to this: adorable dogs, skiing, trail running and mountain biking. Lots of mountain biking. Continue reading

The Last Word

February 2 – 6

Ann gave us a posthumous profile of Charles Hard Townes, whom you can thank for astronomers being able to peer inside the centre of the Milky Way, and for conscientious physicists advising the US Defense Department without being muzzled.

Fancy a moth in maroon velvet? Grotesque ripple-lines? Giddy exclamation points and mindblown italics? Check out Roberta’s tour down the rabbit hole of hundred-year-old scientific papers.

Abstruse Goose advances a bold idea about how to organise your bookshelf (n.b. baby sleep books go next to VHS Repair)

Richard wants to know if the workings of general relativity are part of the mainstream of your thoughts. Does it blow your mind or is it just meh, gravity curves the spacetime around an object. Sure.

Do birds have tongues? You bet they do. Cameron surveys a few shocking varieties.

 

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Charles Hard Townes Made Things Happen

298358437_bf04e7f85f_oCharles Hard Townes died a week ago, aged 99.  He was a physicist at Berkeley who came up with the principle of the laser; at age 98, he’d stopped coming into the office every day. His obituaries are thorough and their praise is justified.  I’d met him for reasons the obituaries don’t mention.  He helped set up the Jasons, a group of well-regarded physicists who give the government advice, such that the advice they gave would have no conceivable benefit to them.  And he helped get a classified technology declassified so the astronomers could use it to change astronomy.  Both these things were important, with wide and deep effects, and Townes gets little notice for what he did; nor did he ask for it.  He seemed just as happy to make things happen. Continue reading

Ye Olde Scientific Writing

Quill penA few weeks ago, biologist Stephen Heard blogged about beauty in scientific writing. Among his examples, he cited an elegant explanation of quantum mechanics research and a playful description of a snake surveying a “disconsolate line” of frogs. More details can be found in Heard’s paper on the subject, which calls for scientists to strive not only for beauty, but whimsy and humour.

I’ve often found that the most enjoyable scientific papers are those written more than a century ago. Sometimes I come across them while researching an article that demands historical backstory, and sometimes I just go down a rabbit hole and find myself downloading half a dozen smudged-looking PDFs on early dental prosthetics. Reading these fusty manuscripts nearly always yields some amusement, whether because the authors use a quaint word, a pleasing turn of phase, or writing conventions that strike me as funny today. Continue reading

Tongue in Beak

4658390366_11d14832d1_zThe other day while we were playing at a nearby park, a woman got out of her car and swooped over to where my sons and their friends were trying to flip over small boulders. She had these awesome knee high boots, and bright red lipstick. Seeing her reminded me what happens to everyman hero Emmet in The Lego Movie’s everyman when he first sees master-builder WyldStyle—the world goes fuzzy, and the screen is filled with her smile, her stiffly swooshing hair and an angel choir soundtrack.

Now, in the park, the woman pulled out a pair of binoculars and peered up at the sycamores. Continue reading

Picking Your Brains

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Dear LWON readers, I’d like to ask you a question.

Twice recently I’ve written about properties of black holes that blow my mind. In each instance, my inspiration was a detail from a movie.

First was Interstellar. The great gravitational grip of the black hole in that movie, as is the case for all black holes, distorts space to such an extent that objects on the side opposite the observer become visible. What blew my mind, though, was what happens when you take that idea to its extreme: One of the sources of light looming into view would be the far side of the accretion disk—the blindingly bright ring of debris encircling the black hole—in its entirety.

Next I wrote about A Brief History of Time, a documentary about Stephen Hawking. During a discussion of what you would experience if you were to fall into a black hole, a physicist says that time would appear to pass normally to you, but that the passage of time in the rest of the universe would appear to be speeding up. What blew my mind, though, was what happens when that idea is taken to its extreme: As you reach the very lip of the black hole’s event horizon, time would be accelerating at such a rate that you would witness the future of the universe in its entirety.

In both cases, however, what didn’t blow my mind was the underlying assumption: Gravity distorts space and time.

That concept used to be the extreme—a side effect of general relativity that would blow anybody’s mind. Now I accepted that assumption almost without thinking. Which, when I thought about it, blew my mind.

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