Friday Science Fustercluck

Welcome back to that cozy little spot in your week, the Friday Science Thing, where in a friendly, intimate atmosphere, our attractive and supple serving staff serve a top chef quality tasting menu of the latest scientific dishes, appetizingly plated with only the choicest cutlets of semi-informed commentary and a light dusting of sarcasm, all at the low low price of absolutely free. No refund.

It’s been a bit of a slow week for really hot science stories, but there’s still plenty of meat on the bones of science for us to devour.

I had better make with the science before this metaphor kills me.

Say It With Neutrinos

Scientists at CERN have recently managed to use those highly elusive particles known as neutrinos to send a message through 780 feet of solid bedrock.

I am not sure what to think of the message they sent, which consisted of a single word : NEUTRINO.

That is either the most pathetically unimaginative message imaginable to send via billions of dollars of the highest tech in the world, or a brilliantly minimalist and ironic commentary on the reductive nature of science. I really can’t decide.

I would have gone with “HELLO WORLD” but that’s just me.

But it’s not like the content of the message was important. Nor is this a particularly practical way to text someone yet. It took a massive particle accelerator harnessing enormous amounts of energy to send the message, and the rather extraordinary MINERvA neutrino detector to receive it, so don’t expect it to replace your trusty SMS text messaging any time real soon.

But that was not the point. The point was proof of concept, proving that it could, indeed, be done, and that it did marvelously well. And neutrinos pass through almost everything without effect, so who knows? Maybe we will use it for interplanetary communication some day.

Darmok and Jalad at Tanagara

Microsoft is talking about making something from Star Trek come to life : the Universal Translator.

Well, sort of. It would really just be an integration of three existing technologies : speech to text (like Apple’s SIRI can do, translating spoken word to text via computer), “mechanical” translation software (like Google Translate), and text to speech so that the computer speaks the translated words.

All that Microsoft would be doing is integrating that into one piece of software, plus they are saying their text to speech software would preserve your timbre, intonation, and even sort of sound like you when it spoke in the new language.

That seems like some serious lily gilding to me. To me, it would be perfectly fine if the computer’s voice did not sound perfectly like me, as long as the person I am “talking” with understands me. And I am positive a lot of that does not translate into other languages anyhow.

And like with all speech to text these days, you will have to spend an hour of your time “training” the software to your voice. And trust me, an hour might not sound like a lot, but that’s an hour of some seriously tedious activity.

Plus, remember, this is Microsoft talking, and they talk a lot of crap. Oh, they mean it when they say it, they are just not very realistic about what they actually can pull off, and so you learn to take their grand pronouncements of future technologies with a hefty grain of salt.

That’s not to say what they are promising is impossible. It is all quite possible, and I am sure someone will do it in the near future.

It just probably won’t be Microsoft. Although they will likely come out with a sad clone of the product that actually works, a year after the good one comes out.

One Click Crime Reporting

And the best part is, that click is the click of your cell phone camera.

West Virginia is going to try out a crime reporting app that lets people take a picture of something they think is a crime, have it automatically tagged via GPS with the location and time, and uploaded to the authorities, all with one click.

I know, I know. It’s sort of creepy. I imagine it makes a lot of people instantly think of the whole atmosphere of mistrust and betrayal that marked the height of the Cold War on all sides.

And the article raises the specter of this being used by vindictive neighbours and police departments being swamped with minor concerns.

But my point of view is this : if you don’t want to get caught doing something illegal, don’t do anything illegal. Nobody has the right to get away with crime, even on the small stuff. I totally believe in the panopticon within the context of a modern society.

Every crime should be punished. The fact that we can’t currently do that is a matter of imperfect efficiency in law enforcement. Anything that improves that efficiency is welcomed by me.

And wouldn’t you just love to be able to instantly report someone’s illegally parking in front of your house, or catching someone in the act of littering or letting their dog crap anywhere they please? One well lined up photo, and the cops have all the evidence they need.

I do not have a problem with that. Sure, people will complain about being “spied on” and bring up Big Brother a lot, but the truth is, they are just angry they got caught.

And I have no sympathy for that. Don’t want to get caught? Don’t do it!

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Well, that’s it for the science news for this week. Nothing really super exciting or game changing, but lots of interesting items nevertheless.

Come back this time next week, when we will be serving a heaping helping of brand new and super savoury science dishes sure to brighten your day as they dazzle your palate.

I hope you enjoyed your meal here, and please note that a fifteen percent gratuity has, for your convenience, already been added to your bill.

Bone a petite.

Thoughts for Today

You know what? To heck with beating myself up about how this blog is very unstructured and random and whatnot. I am just not the sort of person to have a neatly organized blog, with everything in categories and neatly tagged and all properly formatted and so on.

You know what kind of people are good at that sort of thing? Very boring people.

The best I can reasonably hope for is the occasional furtive sortie into the general area of neatness and order and competence between long periods of lapsing back into my natural protean chaos.

And beating myself up over what I will never be is hardly productive. So screw it.

These are just my thoughts for today. Make of them what you will.

Met Joe Black

My most recent Netflix watch has been on my mental “movies I plan on watching” for a long time, namely the rather epic movie Meet Joe Black.

And by “epic”, what I really mean is “long”. The damn thing clocks in at three hours long, which means it starts out asking a fair bit from its audience right out of the gate. Sure, it has both Brad Pitt and Anthony Hopkins, but still. Three hours? It’s not so big a deal to me as a home viewer because I can just however much of it I feel like, when I feel like it, but three hours in a movie theater in this era where intermissions are a thing of the past? Oy.

And the movie is very, very slow. I wouldn’t say that the movie is padded, mind you. Everything that happens does serve the plot. So you are not sitting there going “Get on with it!”, exactly.

But everything that does happen, happens at a slow, stately speed to allow the actors and actresses all the room they want for long, significant pauses and subtly turned readings of a line, as well as lots of
this kind of thing :

“I am going to say….. ”
“Yes? What are you going to say?”
“… this sentence. I am going to say this sentence. ”
“So you said that sentence?”
“Yes…. I….. said it. ”

You get the idea.

So it’s long, and it’s slow, and those are two big fat strikes.

As for the premise…. that Brat Pitt plays Death, come to collect Anthony Hopkins, but decides to hang around to check out life for a while…. barely has anything to do with the movie. The movie, indeed, seems to work hard to make sure that we don’t think it has any speculative fiction content at all. No special effects to speak of, no probing of interesting questions about Death, just a quick bit of dialogue to establish that Death is not, in fact, taking a holiday (everyone is dying just the same as always, because otherwise, it might have become interesting) and then for the middle two hours of the movie it barely even comes up.

So, so much for the main reason I was interested in the movie. I love things that have to do with Heaven and Hell, Life and Death, Right and Wrong, and so forth and so on.

Add in the fact that we are expected to really feel for Anthony Hopkins, a fabulously rich, powerful, and successful man, and it’s no wonder that the box office for the movie was poor and even the critics seemed somewhat bewildered by the movie.

Still, I did get some enjoyment from it. It is visually rich, and the acting, while perhaps slightly overindulgent, is otherwise superb. Anthony Hopkins is, in fact, quite likable, and Brad Pitt is interesting as a socially awkward and clueless Death. Sort of a stealth “special education” role for Brat Pitt. He’s like a handsome and very confident Aspie, and that is fascinating to watch.

So overall, I don’t think the movie was a waste of my time or anything. It asked a hell of a lot, but it delivered enough so that I didn’t feel like I had been ripped off.

If I had seen it in the theater, I might not be so forgiving.

A Recurring Problem

It occurred to me today that a lot of ideas have to occur to me many times before I actually do something about them.

It is like the idea is formed, but it’s not really ready to be born yet, and so I send it back down into my subconscious mind to be mulled over, considered, maybe modified a little, examined from all angles, and then it pops back up via recurrence for another audition.

That would explain why it seems like I am in a fast car with no reverse gear sometimes. I can’t just keep going with an idea once it has occurred to me. I have to think of it, then let it go while I think about other things, then come back to it again, like I am going around and around on a merry-go-round and can only make a grab for the brass ring once per rotation.

And the real problem is, the world outside my head doesn’t see the merry-go-round at all, and they can’t understand why I can’t just walk over and grab the damn thing, and hold on to it.

And I can’t really explain it. It’s just how I work. I am a strange breed of machine.

And seeing as my latest project in the never ending renovation of my soul is to try to eliminate nearly all regret from myself (without becoming a sociopath) and to learn to view life as an adventure, where there are no wrong moves, just different chapters….I am going to stop thinking of myself as a broken machine, and start thinking of myself as just a nonstandard model.

One with its own strengths and weakness. Not broken, just different.

There is a serious Robot Pathos animation script in there somewhere.

Well, those are my thoughts for today. There was a lot more, but my webhost screwed up and I lost like 500 words that ain’t coming back.

And just when they want me to renew. Hmmm.