Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Baby Bang

Have you heard about the LHC (Large Hadron Collider) Machine?

Apparently some 8,000 scientists from 85 countries have spent the last couple of decades unhindered, seriously working to play God, while stem-cell researchers continue to be badgered and harangued in their efforts to find treatments for debilitating and fatal diseases.

They started it up today - just sending particles one direction at a time. In a month they will be sending particles both ways, eventually inducing a collision.

They don't know what will happen, but they are sure it will be exciting (of course, we must keep in mind that this is a group of people who clapped and cheered and probably wet themselves when they saw the little light they sent into their 17 mile race track come out on the other side successfully, so remember they are able to read more into their results than, say, your average Nascar fan).

They don't know what will happen, but they hope one possible outcome would be to create a small black hole (And really, we can never have enough of those in the universe, now can we?).

They don't know what will happen, but they hope to create post-big bang conditions to learn more about the creation of the universe (all you out there who are screaming at your computer monitor that it's all in the Bible, just simmer down and go back to watching your TiVo'd episodes of The 700 Club. If God could create the universe, he should be able to handle these shmoes just fine, and if there was no "big bang", then they can't recreate it, see?).

So far, my question is: why?

Critics have expressed concern that if they do manage to create a black hole, it could adversely affect our planet (some of the more extreme views suggest that such a man made black hole would absorb our entire planet - if that's going to happen, I hope they find out before I go and do all this laundry).

They don't know what will happen, yet they pooh-pooh expressions of such concern and have declared that any black hole they might create would be so small it wouldn't even absorb an atom. They declare this with conviction and bluster not seen since the days after 9-11, when the Bush administration bullied their way into a war using accusations of WMD.

I have yet to read of any information they hope to glean from this experiment that would have useful application to life on this planet, or in any way benefit humankind. Yet billions of dollars have been poured into this project. Funding that was thus unavailable for medical research or projects that could address world hunger, or research into colonizing other planets in the event ours becomes uninhabitable (perhaps as the result of some multi-billion dollar, 20-years-in-the-making physics project), or development of a car alarm that only goes off when the car is actually being burglarized, or a laser beam the rest of us can use to vaporize cars with alarms that go off in the middle of the night for no reason.

Again, I have to ask: why?

Perhaps in anticipation of criticism, the experts have been quick to point out that this is only a "baby step"; that it is "pure science", as has been historically conducted by this and that other notable scientist. They generally spout names that clearly belong to their heroes in high-science. I keep waiting to hear about Ben Franklin, Thomas Edison, Alexander Graham Bell, or even Leonardo DaVinci - but their references are always far more obscure and unpronounceable, making them impossible to Google. The experts also take great pains to be clear that they will need many more years (and billions more in funding) in order to figure out what to do with any data they eventually obtain from colliding these subatomic particles.

Well, that many scientists and that much money, surely they aren't wrong that nothing can go wrong, right? I mean - the nuclear physicists who developed the atom bomb were stupid scientists, and that's why they didn't foresee the adverse applications of their technology. And there are many positive applications of nuclear energy (many of them medical) that somebody somewhere could probably argue would not exist today if technology hadn't been advanced through development of weaponry.

So the children of the fifties and sixties had to practice ducking under their desks. If not for the threat of nuclear annihilation, Japan might have continued its uppity attacks on the United States. Plus, some of our best movies would never have been made, and Patrick Swayze wouldn't have had Red Dawn on his resume' to prove he was more than a handsome dancing ghost. Ok, maybe they could have come up with that plot, anyway. But don't tell me Brandon Frasier's Mummy movies would have graced our planet if he hadn't had the stellar Blast from the Past to kick off his career. Ok, maybe they could have come up with some other Rumpelstiltskin adaptation. But you have to admit that Fat Man and Little Boy really needed an atom bomb to carry the plot. And don't even get me started on the boost in refrigerator sales that followed the most recent Indiana Jones flick.

So, ok, you smarty pants scientists! Bring on the risks and let's pooh-pooh them together. All Hail Science! Huzzah! (By the way, you might want to spend the next 4-6 weeks stocking up on canned goods and water, just in case). But if we can create another whole universe underground in Switzerland, just think of the possibilities! No, seriously... everybody think...there are some - we'll find them...let's all just hang in there...

Maybe I am looking at this from the wrong perspective, but the more I hear about it, the greater my sense of unease, and the farther I seem to get from an answer to my question:

Why?

LHC for dummies (Wikipedia)
Radio Netherlands Worldwide Article
National Geographic Article
Wired Science Article
European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN)
Telegraph.co.uk article

Additional Reading courtesy of Slate:
Did America's Tevatron beat LHC to the "scoop"?
If the Earth gets destroyed, I'm suing.
Death by Black Hole
Why it's not front page news.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Dia de los Abuelos

Grammy and G-Boy were sick today, so we didn't get to have the special celebration we were planning in honor of Grandparent's Day. I've also been a little discombobulated lately, and not mentally in a good place to write the "homage" to them that I had planned to post today. So please go back and read what I wrote for their anniversary on August 22 (Celebrating Mr. & Mrs. Shaffer), and wait patiently for me to get back "on my game", at which time I will write something more fitting than this lame excuse.

Happy Grandparent's Day, Mom & Dad!
Feliz Dia de los Abuelos, Abuelito y Mamita!

Something About September

What is it about the change in seasons that seems to wreak havoc? One year ago I was tending to the needs of my ailing (dying) companion of 16 years, my beloved dog, Yuxia. So naturally, the coming of September has been, for me, tainted with a melancholy resurfacing of grief, compounded by the still-recent death of Tom, and the seems-like-yesterday-and-how-can-it-really-have-happened passing of my beloved "sister/mother", Aunt Bobbi.

I'm also a summer-lover, so I've always "mourned the passing of summer". But this year, it seems like the onset of fall has gotten to more people in my universe than usual. Julio's coworker (RB, mentioned in my post a couple days ago) took his own life. Then I learned on Friday that one of my favorite students, a smart, vivacious young person who seems to have the world by the horns, was hospitalized for depression. Another couple I am close to is having marital problems and may be headed for divorce.

Many who aren't being affected emotionally seem to be taking a physical hit. Harrison has already had a sick day this year, as has Deedee's stepson Alex. Grammy and G-Boy took ill this weekend, and of course our young warrior, Ben, continues to fight his battles (with the help of his Mommy and Daddy and baby brother). I caught some kind of "let's be exhausted all the time" bug, and finally gave up trying to sleep it off. Even the soprano in our praise band has been out for several weeks, fighting some kind of respiratory infection.

Well, at least I haven't been working on my wedding thank-you's lately, so I can't add all these recent dilemmas to the circumstantial-superstition-enforcing-evidence that working on anything related to our wedding causes trouble for my loved ones. (Unless planning times to work on the thank-you's when Julio can help counts as working on something related to the wedding...eep).

Friday, September 5, 2008

Like Father, Like Son

In January of 2007, we were at Mom and Dad's house at the same time Bobbi was visiting. She had brought over her new laptop, and Julio was "looking at it" while the rest of us talked. Then Bobbi glanced over at Julio and broke out laughing. He was sitting quietly in the corner, making faces at Bobbi's laptop. When we asked what he was doing, he confessed, with an embarrassed blush, that he was playing with the built-in webcam and photo software, to make ... self portraits. Harrison then got in on the action, and when they were finished, we saved the two "best" shots.

I just came across them as I was cleaning out one of my flash drives, and with so many people I'm close to having difficult times, I really felt like it was important to post these pictures, to cleanse our emotional palates.

So, these are my boys. I am so proud.



Thursday, September 4, 2008

So Long and Thanks for All the Fish

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.


The dolphins evacuate earth after trying to warn humans of the imminent destruction of the planet. Their parting words?

(click for song)

Those were the words on RB's email autoreply today.

During a meeting this morning, it was announced that RB had himself... evacuated the earth.


Perhaps he intended the lyrics of the the song at the beginning of the movie (based on the book by Douglas Adams) to be his parting message:

So long and thanks for all the fish
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all but oh dear

You may not share our intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that
grow around you

So long, so long and thanks
for all the fish

The world’s about to be destroyed
There’s no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the planet dissolve

Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your
pregnant women

So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long and thanks
for all the fish

I wonder if he felt invisible. Or maybe he felt false - that the person everybody thought they were seeing was a facade that he couldn't escape. What was it that made living just too hard or painful?

Nobody suspected that RB was contemplating suicide. Maybe they should have (we tried to warn you all but oh dear).

Could somebody have made a difference for him? Would a smile, or invitation to go out for drinks after work, have made him reconsider his plans? What was the "straw that broke the camel's back" for him - and who dropped it there?


It makes you wonder, as you go about your day, if you've unwittingly been the person to drop the straw, or if you've somehow managed to ease the load just in time. I don't know that I'm the type to be able to ease the load, but I'm going to try to be mindful to at least not drop the straw.