Physics Overload II

Think, Professor Eugenio, you lazy old brain-bag. This is easy stuff for us: explain why it's a good choice to devote your life to predicting and understanding how the leap of an itty bitty little atominiscule from one lightwave to another, entirely skipping and never occupying or passing through the space between, can open a a black hole, a void, in the universe. An emptiness that, like a vacuum, will suck in our entire solar system and destroy life as we know it. HA! What am I saying, we don't even "know" our universe. So unpredictable and unstable and unknowable. Oh we try. Heh, easy stuff...

But how can I tell them this in good conscience without enciting a FRENZY? The chances are incalculable - we just can't predict or prevent it. Ha ha. More optimism from old Raybolt Eugenio. I mean, there's nothing can be done so why worry, why try? Our actions are insignificant, entirely...insignificant (spoken defeatedly).

Oh, that's rich stuff. Here's what I want to say, "Why don't we all just walk out of this lecture hall, grab a pint and say to heck with it all? Cheers to the unknowable universe that I've spent my whole life studying and..." oh no. No, no, what nonsense I'm talking. What to say, really?

Black holes are a real threat in our present environmental climate. The actions we take on earth can impact and accelerate atomic-level interactions with infinitely cataclysmic consequences. You're here because you've asked yourselves, as humans and scientists, what can we do to prevent the advent of a quantum disaster?

Oh Hell, nothing. Black holes threaten our existence and yet our planet is but a speck in...uh...oh.

Physics Overload

Oh God, I've got to get going on this paper, but there is so much to take in, so much to understand. I think I've bitten off more than I can chew.

Quantum physics is matter, it's energy, is possibly life itself. I have to drill down, find focus molecularly, no. Atomically, no. Nuclearly, no. Smaller than microscopic, theoretically. I have to think about stuff that may not even exist. Oh math may tell me it does, but that's it (the proof, math!?). Then I'm not even dealing with real numbers. The math is theoretical.

To observe something in (with QP principles) Quantum Physics changes it, it influences it. How can I study something that is never constant? Planck is the only constant. (Theoretically.)

Waves act like particles, particles act like waves. Up is down and down is up. Even Einstein tried to disprove what he proved because he couldn't deal with this shit.*
*I'm not sure this is entirely true, but it's messing me up man!

The entire universe is just a collection of probabilities and .everyone has an opinion: the string theorists, the unified theorists and the theory of everythingists? The theorists of everything? The Fans of Stephen Hawking? Oh yeah, many worlds interpretationists. Those FUCKING GUYS!

Things happening by changes in parallel planes of existence. Maybe somewhere else I already have this thing written, maybe I'm in the procrastinating, laze, ne'er do well parallel of this ever expanding but maybe not expanding at all universe. Is the cat alive or dead? Oh it's both. Fuck you Schroedinger.

Maybe I can move to Switzerland and hang out with those crazy Europeans and their particle smasher, look for Bosons and dark matter, the stuff that created very essence of the universe during the Big Bang!

Sonofabitch! Are you kidding me? 2 assholes just published a paper after building a mathematical model suggesting the Big Bang never happened and the universe has always existed.

Seems About Right

The Day After Halloween, Part II: The Next Year

The second annual after-Halloween blog. Less than amazing, more about big ideas and being lazy. But that is next week's blog post...maybe. More likely I'll be writing those same words twelve months from now in the third annual after-Halloween blog post. I digress.

The other night I had a dream that I was the father of a baby. I had forgotten about my baby, left it on a shelf, the night stand actually. It wasn't so much that I forgot about it as I didn't realize I had a baby. Then for some reason I remembered about it. I picked it up from the stand and promptly dropped it on the floor. Its head made the sound of a baseball thudding against the floor. Freaking out, I picked it up and cradled it in my arms. It was such an ugly baby, all naked and jaundiced, but I loved it because it was my baby.

Other people showed up but I don't remember any specifics.

What I'm trying to get at is, or at least my subconscious is now that I've had time to sit and think and force it into this metaphor, that I have, with help, created a thing, a horror movie month that has been perpetuated in some form or another for close to ten years. A horror movie every night for the month of October. It started out simple, just going to the video store. Then it evolved to include friends, a fully scheduled calendar and an open invitation, all culminating into a party on Halloween night with costumes and favours and prizes.

This year there was none of that. My heart wasn't in it. There were other factors, sure, but I had forgotten about the baby I didn't know I had. When I remembered, it was too late; I had dropped its squishy, pumpkiny head on the floor, seeds and orange-stringy guts everywhere. Next year I plan on frying those seeds.

Mmm...delicious head trauma, spicy pumpkin seeds.

The Day After Halloween

Halloween 1997 or 1998. Me and a couple of buddies decided to stay in, drink, give out candy, and watch a few horror films at my folk's place. Halloween. There were a few kids I refused to give candy to. They seemed too old, not really dressed up, fuck them. Well, they thought it'd be a good idea to dump their chips (one of the worst things you can get as a treat is a tiny bag filled with four chips and inevitably the next house drops a can of soda in your bag, right on top of the four chips and then you're stuck carrying a heavy bag filled with chip crumbs) all over the the front walk and porch. Bad idea. Don't ask me how we knew it was them, but it was. Henry and Justin ran up the street. One of them hid in some bushes somewhere and waited for the fuck-faces in question while the other kept an eye out in search of the delinquents in question. Don't ask me how, I wasn't there, but the perpetrators were ambushed and marched back to the house. I handed out brooms and they were made to sweep the entire porch and front walk. Chips, leaves, debris...

Never bothered again, as far as Halloween goes.