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The Internal Clock April 28, 2008

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For my trip to South Dakota a couple weeks ago, I booked my return on a 6 AM flight out of Omaha because the airline bribed me to take such an early flight. Since Omaha is about two hours from Vermillion, and I needed time to return my rental car, I needed to leave Vermillion about 2:30 in the morning in order to get to the airport on time. So, when I went to bed the night before I set my alarm clock to get me up, but it was only a safety step. I knew I would wake up at the right time without any alarm and I did. I was actually awake a couple minutes before the alarm went off.

I was confident about this because I do this on a regular basis. Somehow, I know what time it is and will wake up at the time I want to. I use an alarm clock at home in the morning, but it is only a prudent failsafe and I am almost always awake when it goes off. When I’m lecturing, I know when the class time is almost up without looking at a clock. Routinely, I set the alarm in my head and it goes off at the pre-selected time. What is strangest about all of this is that I’m not all that strange. I routinely hear other people tell very similar stories.

I’ve always wondered about this ability. This is pretty cool. So, what am I doing, counting seconds in the back of my head? How can I know what time it is, even while I’m asleep? I’ve tried different experiments to see if I can figure out how this works, but with no success. I simply don’t know what is going on that allows me to tell the time. The best I can guess is that people that have this ability can just judge the passage of time, even when not thinking about it. Kind of like watching the flow of a river. If you watch it enough, you learn just how it behaves.

I would write more, but my internal clock is telling me I need to stop.

The Tree Fort April 24, 2008

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When I bought my house in South Dakota one of the projects I started on was building a tree fort for my son in the back yard. This became quite a project over the years.

My son and I planned out just how we were going to build this tree fort. We made drawings and went to the store to buy the raw materials. I kept all of the receipts to see how much I ended up spending on this thing and it was a lot. It was a great design, standing on stilts around a tree that was used to steady it and provide extra support. We used bolts instead of nails and joist hangers to put up the floor supports. It would flex in the constant midwest winds without collapsing. It was tall enough to thrill a kid, but not too tall.

This took a lot of work, but we got the first part done and then there was a lapse before we started the next phase. But, life got in the way. The war started and I was twice mobilized. My son had to go live with his mother and we didn’t have the time that we had hoped for. We got the wall frames up and we were working on the roof, but my legal problems started and I had to leave. The tree fort stood in the back yard, an unfinished symphony to our best plans.

When I was out there last week I had to tear it down and throw it all away. I’m trying to sell the house and it didn’t show well with that old tree fort standing in the middle of the back yard. So, out it went. Well, not quite that easily. We really did build that sucker correctly and it didn’t want to come down at all. It took me awhile to get the platform to fall down to the point I could dismantle it. But, once I got it down (with great effort), I found I couldn’t take it apart. It was solid! Finally, I got my chainsaw out and carved that baby up like a butcher with a side of beef.

As hard as it was to tear it down, the really hard part was coming home and telling my son that I had torn the tree fort down. He took it better than I did.

In a way, the tree fort was symbolic of my entire time in Vermillion. I went at this tree fort project whole hearted and gave it my best shot. This is the same way I approached my job at the university. I was told when I was hired that I was being brought in to help rebuild the program. It was a backwater program and had no future and they were looking for someone to put some vision into it. They found the perfect guy for the project.

I taught an overload because that was the only way we could justify hiring additional faculty members. And, it worked. We were able to expand to three faculty members the year I left.

I built an astronomy program. This was an important project because the department funding was determined by the number of students we taught and I was able to almost double the number of students in our classes. And, by making it a lab-based class, we were able to collect lab fees that we could use to purchase new equipment. In the process, I reclaimed an abandoned and dilapidated classroom and turned it into the astronomy lab.

I did research, something that wasn’t done in the department before I arrived, and involved students in it. I published several papers in refereed science journals and got some grant money to help with my projects. I sent students to conferences all over the country to present our results. Again, something that wasn’t done in the department before I arrived.

I initiated an annual Astronomy Day speaker series (overcoming considerable resistance), something they still do even today. I told them they should call it the Keating Lecture Series, but they weren’t amused.

We doubled the number of physics majors while I was there. Today, it has fallen back down to the level it was when I arrived, barely enough to keep the program going.

All the while, my student evaluations were excellent. My supervisor told me that I wasn’t just one of the highest rated physics professors in South Dakota, I was the single highest rated physics professor in South Dakota. Members of the administration told me I was one of the most popular professors on campus.

Despite all of that, they fired me because I filed a grievance against my supervisor.

So, it struck me last week that maybe we could have finished the tree fort, if I had only been less ambitious and settled on a simpler design. In the same way, maybe things would have worked out better at USD if I had only settled on a less ambitious vision for the future of the physics program.

Sometimes, trying to be perfect isn’t good enough. But, being good enough can be perfect.

New England Spring April 24, 2008

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There is a really wonderful phenomenom here in New England that I will miss. Almost all of the trees sprout new leaves within a few days of each other, something that occurs right across the species. As a result, the forests will be bare of leaves one day, then will be covered with small, new leaves just a few days later. Also, the new leaves don’t have any cholorphyll at first and it takes a while to make it, so they have the same color as they do in the fall. The leaves are very small at first, so it isn’t quite as spectacular as the fall colors. But, on the other hand, the spring also has flowers. The combined result is a beautiful period in the spring where everything is coming back to life and getting ready for the summer. This is something different than what I am use to from growing up in Texas. Down there, with a long spring, things take their time and can take weeks to go from winter to spring foliage. I guess the vegetation has to make the most of the available time up here. And, I’m doing the same by enjoying the spectacle while it lasts.

A New Ice Age? April 23, 2008

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I read a terrible article concerning global warming in the Australian that I just had to write a review on. You can read it at the Wiccan Scientist.

Cleansing April 23, 2008

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While packing my house last week I decided that I was going to do a cleansing and just purge my belongings. There were things I definitely wanted to keep and things I certainly didn’t want to pack. But, there were all of those middle area things – do I keep it or get rid of it? I pretty much decided to apply a simple rule – was it more effort and trouble to pack and move it or replace it?

Its amazing how much went out after that. In fact, I even ended up throwing out a bunch of the ‘definitely keeping’ group. We filled a large dumpster (one of the long ones), although a lot of that was stuff from the yard, sent three pick-up truck loads to the civic council for donations, and filled a large recycle bin at the city recycling center. I didn’t even keep all of my books, donating an entire car load of textbooks to the public library for use in their book sale. There were things I had been dragging around for years that went out the door.

I have to say that it was a relief. It really was a cleansing. As I was getting rid of things I kept thinking of how this or that had been weighing me down and now I was cutting myself free. Each time something went I felt lighter.

One of the more difficult decisions was to get rid of all of my scientific paperwork. I had a very large collection of scientific journals, papers, and magazines that I had collected over the last 20+ years and I had carefully cataloged and cross-referenced all of this material over the years. The end result represented hundreds of hours of work and thousands of dollars. Naturally, I planned on keeping it all. But, this stuff is very heavy. They use high-grade paper for scientific journals and it weighs a ton! So, this collection didn’t just take up a lot of room, it was also very massive. Then, as I thought about it, I realized that all of this was started before modern search engines and online formats. All of the papers in that stack were available to me via online subscriptions and interlibrary loans. The whole pile no longer had any value beyond that of recycled paper and there was no need to burden myself with all of this paper anymore. So, even though it was a tough decision, I decided to get rid of the whole shebang.

While we were doing that, I came across all of my old personal magazines, including my stack of Cosmopolitan. I use to enjoy reading Cosmo, but didn’t really have the time. Looking at the stack reminded me of how I use to use it in my astronomy class. I have a lecture on pseudosciences and talk about astrology and psychics. As part of the lecture, I would open the Cosmo to the want-ads in the back and show them how many there were. I called up Cosmo one time and found out what their advertising rates were (thousands of dollars per month), which I would share with my class and then ask them, ‘Where do you think they’re getting the money to pay for these ads?’ Obviously, they’re getting them from suckers that give up their good money to these scam artists.

After doing this in one class one of the guys in the class asked me where I got the magazine. I told him it was mine and that I had a subscription. He said, ‘That’s so gay!’ I replied, ‘Let’s be clear. This is a magazine filled with pictures of beautiful women and stories of how to find women, how to get women, and how to keep women. Apparently, you’re idea of being gay isn’t quite the same as mine.’

He conceded the point.

Fatigue April 22, 2008

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I decided to to put my house in South Dakota up for sale, rather than just let it sit empty for four more years while I go to Maryland. I also decided I wanted to take my household goods to Maryland with me, especially my books. So, last week, I sent my son to his mother’s during his spring break, took vacation time, and went to South Dakota to pack up my house and clean it up for sale. One of my sisters drove up from Kansas City to help out.

What we accomplished was really phenomenal. We packed up almost the entire house and really changed the way it looks. It is so much cleaner and nicer looking now than it was. I kept a clean house, but it was kind of junky with all of my stuff laying everywhere. Plus, it had suffered some damage and the repair crew hadn’t been big on cleaning up after themselves. All of that had to be cleaned up so that it would show well. In the process, we filled a long dumpster, donated three pick-up truck loads of things to the civic council, and filled a large recycle bin. All of that was done by hand.

The result of all of this work was that by Friday afternoon, after working for seven days straight, I was almost completely incapable of lifting boxes anymore, no matter how hard I tried. The fatigue in my muscles was so severe they just wouldn’t work anymore. When I got home Saturday I was totally exhausted. Lunchtime workouts had their beneficial effect and my muscles weren’t sore. But the level of fatigue was incredible.

I’ve been back home for a few days now and am finally starting to get back to normal. As I was telling my son, sometimes you feel so bad that you don’t really realize just how bad you feel until you’re feeling better. This has been one of those cases. I was feeling really bad yesterday, but I felt so much better than I did the day before that I realized I had been truly bad off. I can’t believe I was even functional the day after I got back. Although my muscles aren’t sore, I have really been in pain from the severe fatigue.

It is amazing what you can do with the human body, even if it is at the price of fatigue. We would get up in the morning and work until late at night. And, we did this every day. There were a couple of interesting stories and I’ll tell you about them in future postings.

Hello from South Dakota April 17, 2008

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I’ve been spending some time in South Dakota. I’m fixing my house up for sale and packing my things for the move to Maryland this summer, so I haven’t had time to write any posting. However, I’ll have some things to write soon, so please check back.

Well Said April 8, 2008

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A few of us were having dinner with lunar astronaut Jack Schmitt and his wife the other night when the topic of the lunar hoax nonsense came up. I noted that the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter was scheduled for launch later this year and it has a camera with high enough resolution that it should be able to image the landers. I commented that there’s going to be a lot of embarrassed people when that happens. Someone else disagreed, saying they will figure out another way to believe in the hoax.

As Jack Schmitt said, ‘Stupidity is voluntary.’

I think that just about says it all.

New England Drives April 3, 2008

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Coming to New England from the Midwest, it was no surprise to me to find out that people here have different viewpoints than the ones I was use to. What was surprising is how quickly I adopted some of them. One of the obvious ones concerns driving distances.

When I was in Texas and South Dakota, I wouldn’t think anything about hopping in the car and driving an hour for dinner, or even a single drink with a friend. There’s a lot of distance between things out there. Now, I knew before coming about how many people in New England don’t see it the same way. I recall a time my brother from Rhode Island and his wife, who grew up in NE, were visiting in Houston over the Christmas holidays. Now, one of my sisters has a hair dresser in Dallas that she loves and refuses to go anywhere else. Being the holidays, she made an appointment with this hairdresser when she could, which required her to drive up to Dallas from Houston to get her hair done (You would think there was SOMEONE in Houston that could do hair, but my sister didn’t see it that way). When my sister-in-law heard this she told us of a friend of hers. Every year, this friend and her husband take the family on a car trip. They get the road atlas out and plan the route, decide where they’re going to stop for meals, get the car checked and make sure the tank is full before setting out. And, this was just to go to the local mall. Then, she says, ‘I can’t wait to get home and tell them about how my sister-in-law drove four hours just to get her hair done!’ Ok, admittedly, not everyone in New England is that extreme, but it really is different here than out west.

When I first got here three years ago, I began looking for a place to take my car for service. I’m one of these guys that almost never washes the car, but I take care of that engine. So, while I might not have the prettiest car on the road, I routinely get over 200,000 miles out of them and I want to get at least 250,000 out of my current one. I prefer to take my car to the auto dealer because I feel think that if they are more likely to find and fix any problems before they become more serious. So, I was disappointed when I didn’t find a dealer for my car nearby. When I finally found one, it was in Providence. All I could think was, ‘My God! Its clear over in the the NEXT STATE!’ In my own defense, that statement meant a lot more when I was living in Texas and the next state could be 600 miles away. But, when I checked the mileage to the dealer, I found that it was actually about 15 miles less than what I was driving on a regular basis back in South Dakota. But, for some reason, it still seems like its a long ways away.

Anyway, next week I’ll fill up the tank, make my meal arrangements, check the air in the tires and make the long trek to Providence to get my car serviced.

Science Fringe Elements April 1, 2008

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I was at the Lunar and Planetary Sciences Conference a few years ago at the Johnson Space Center. I had just listened to this talk and the speaker was taking questions from the audience when this guy steps up the microphone and starts talking about the flying saucers on the Moon that the government is keeping secret. It was very surreal because everyone in the room (a large auditorium with maybe 200 people in it) suddenly went silent and stopped right in the middle of what ever they were doing. It was kind of like everyone was thinking, ‘If I don’t make any sudden moves maybe he won’t do anything violent.’ Then, as soon as he was done, everything returned to normal. It was as if I had stepped into the Twilight Zone.

Being in science automatically makes you a target for everyone with a weird idea. When I was in grad school we had a file with all of the strange letters the department would get. I remember this one where this lady was telling us that when she stripped naked, wrapped herself up in aluminum foil and laid in the middle of her kitchen, she could here radio stations and she wanted to know how this worked. All I could think was, ‘How in the world did she discover that in the first place?’

So, we’ve been getting some interesting emails lately. We’re hosting the regional meeting of the American Physics Society/American Association of Physics Teachers (APS/AAPT) this coming Friday and Saturday. Events like these are open to anyone that wants to register, so you get some ‘colorful’ people signing up for them.

One story one of our faculty members has is of a conference where this guy opened a talk session by telling everyone there that he was the messiah and all of the attendees were now his followers. When the moderator realized what was going on, she pulled the plug on the guy and ended his ‘talk.’ Then, when she called the next speaker, it was the same guy! He had registered under a different name and submitted a different paper title designed to get into the same session. So, she pulled him a second time. Then, the third speaker was the same guy again! It turned out that all of the registered speakers were the same guy, under different names. So, they ended up canceling the whole session. Later on, a legitimate speaker showed up to give his talk and was wondering where everyone was.

Another story I heard was about this guy that would always show up at these meetings and start ranting to the point they were afraid he would need to be restrained. They finally started holding their meetings without any advertising, but somehow he still found out about the meetings and would show up and try to take them over.

So, when we got a series of phone calls and emails from a local fringe element everyone else was all upset, but not me. I love these guys. I think they’re a blast. If nothing else, they’re out there and people are listening to them. We, as scientists, need to be able to discuss why they are wrong. We can’t just dismiss them with a comment that they’re kooks, because there are people that are listening and believing them. If someone starts claiming the Moon landings were faked, or the 9/11 attacks were a government conspiracy, or there’s a giant face on Mars, we need to be able to count off on our fingers and say, ‘You’re wrong for this reason, and this one, and this one, and excuse me while I take off my shoes because there’s a lot more reasons why you’re wrong and I can prove it!’ We can’t be prepared for these guys unless we pay attention to what they’re saying.

Also, just because they reach an invalid conclusion doesn’t mean that everything they have to say isn’t interesting, and they may even have some valid points. So, one local kook sent up his self-published book and asked us to hand it out at the conference because he was too sick to attend. After seeing his emails, I’m wondering just what kind of hospital he’s in and if they allow him out on weekends. Anyway, I was the only one to sit down and actually read it and it was a lulu. Essentially, he is yet another guy claiming to have discovered that Einstein was wrong, the United Nations is taking over, and the angels of the lord are being sent down to show all of us that he’s right. But, this guy’s starting point was pretty interesting.

He began his argument by looking at a spaceship flying at relativistic velocities. If this spaceship were to fly at 86.6% of the speed of light (.866c), then observers on Earth would see the spaceship double in mass. This is correct and is a consequence of the theory of relativity. He goes on to correctly state the extra mass was a result of the energy put into the spaceship to accelerate it. Now, this is where it gets tricky. He goes on to claim, correctly, that the occupants of the spaceship would see themselves as being stationary and the universe as moving at .866c. Then, he makes his mistake. He claims because of this, the mass of the universe has doubled from the perspective of the spaceship occupants and this increase in mass cannot be accounted for anywhere. Therefore, relativity is a violation of conservation of energy and is wrong.

Well, I thought this was pretty interesting. I knew his argument was wrong somewhere, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I also knew that the occupants of the spaceship should see the same increase in mass as is witnessed by the observers on Earth because of the conservation of mass-energy. I thought about it for awhile over the weekend and finally contacted my relativity professor and asked him to point me in the right direction.

My professor was Dr. Wolfgang Rindler, who is one of the top relativity experts in the world, and is one the finest gentlemen I’ve ever met. We exchanged some emails and we got it all straightened out. The problem is that the writer didn’t take into account that the spaceship is accelerating. This results in a force that can be measured and accounted for and that changes everything. The argument the writer makes would require the spaceship to suddenly be at .866c without any acceleration involved. So, the occupants know they are in an accelerating reference frame and what they see is a change in mass in the exhaust used to accelerate them. The change in mass of this exhaust would be exactly equal to the change in mass the observers on Earth would see in the spaceship.

A little science is a dangerous thing.

So, because I was willing to read this guy’s book, even though I was fully aware it was invalid, I increased my understanding of relativity and am now more able to counter his claims.

As he said in his opening argument:

In addition, if you say my logic is faulty (in any place), then it is your responsibility to physics to tell me where and how it is faulty (which it isn’t), or else find yourselves another occupation.

Gary Mike Colasuono
Warp Speed A Plus

Well, I’m not ready to find another occupation, so there you have it, Mike. By the way, the rest of your arguments are even worse.