Friday Science… FINALLY!

Yes! Actual science on an actual Friday! After two or three weeks of various life randomizing events, mostly pretty bad, I am actually back to doing the weekly science roundup on the right day of the week for a change! Rejoice, o science lovers, for the Fairly Decent Times are here again!

Feels good to be back in the saddle and back to normal (so-called) once again. Granted, my finger is still in a dressing (which has begun to ITCH dammit) and will be until Sunday, and still feels kind of weird, and I wonder what is going on under the Band-aid (not looking forward to taking THAT off), but what the heck, I am clearly on the mend.

So let’s find some science and get it on!

Your Robot Army Awaits

Robots are awesome. I think we can all agree on that. Being able to make stuff that does stuff is an incredible kick, and as proof, I offer the fact that we have wholeheartedly embraced robots as a world culture despite the fact that technically, apart from dubious utility as a slow and awkward vacuum cleaner, robots are not really useful to us unless we happen to be car factories.

But designing and building a new robot takes a lot of time, money, and expertise, and most of us simply do not have enough of all three of those to be robot designers.

But that might be about to change, thanks to the Printable Programmable Machines initiative, which plans to make it so that anyone with access to a 3D printer can design, program, and print their own brilliant ideas for robots.

Granted, you would still need some basic design and programming skills, but nevertheless, this could in theory democratize the robot design and build process down one very important level, increasing the number of potential active roboticists in the world by a thousandfold or more.

And that is a very good thing. If we are ever to realize the dream of, for instance, the household servant robot, it will be because we finally have enough bright and ambitious minds working away at all the little problems inherent in something that complex.

Or who knows, maybe they will come up with something entirely new that nobody has even dreamed of before, something so simple and cheap and useful that we all get one and it ends up completely changing the very fabric of society.

Either way, cool beans!

Not An Oxymoron

Meanwhile, over in the always wild world of particle physics, where the folks at the Thomas Jefferson Accelerator Project are looking for (this is not a typo) dark photons.

Dark photons are a theoretical particle that unlike a regular photon, would have a mass. And it would still carry the four forces with which we are familiar with, plus a mysterious fifth force that we know nothing at all about.

Spooky sounding, isn’t it? Dark photons carrying a mysterious unknown force… sounds like some great techno babble for how your science fiction villain’s powers work.

“Puny Earthlings, your feeble human weapons are no match for the mysterious force of my Dark Photons!”

That kind of thing.

It is all beyond my mental reach let alone grasp, but it all sounds very intriguing. It even might hold the answer to where the heck all that dark matter/dark energy stuff is out there. Dark matter and dark energy from dark photos… makes some kind of sense to me.

If they have mass, I can only assume they do not travel at the speed of light, as otherwise you get into that pesky divide by zero problem which would mean said particle had infinite energy.

Physicists hate that kind of thing.

Where Is Everybody?

A Friday Science Thing would not be complete without some creepy science, and this one will be no exception. A pair of artists has figured out how to use a process normally used by NASA to study stars in order to produce pictures of famous, busy places without all those people getting in the way.

Here is what that looks like :

Chilling, is it not? Like a science fiction tale where something terrible has taken all of humanity except for our poor hapless hero, who is left to run through the empty streets in increasingly desperate need for the sight of a single other human face.

The idea of the technique is deceptively simple. You take a really long exposure of the subject, and then this NASA process subtracts out anything that is moving, like people and cars.

Sounds simple, but the math alone involved in being able to discern what is a blurry streak and what is a solid bit of scenery must be simply staggering.

Hard to imagine a practical use for this technique, but it certainly makes for a very interesting artistic effect. If I were them, I would go from town to town, selling various town governments pictures of their highest traffic areas, areas usually quite busy during the day, as they would look without anybody in them.

I am sure they would find enough takers to make a go of it. Could look very nice blown up to mural size on the wall of a Town Hall or Chamber of Commerce.

Lest We Forget

Lastly, I will sneak in some content which is not at all science, but it is science fiction, so it is half science, and that counts, right?

Check out this bit of subversive Star Wars art :

Lest we forget. Click for full size.

I love this piece. I especially love the inclusion of the “toaster droid” (actually a messenger droid, according to Star Wars lore) from the original Star Wars movie. I laughed so hard when Chewbacca growled at it and it ran away when I was a kid.

Well, that is all for this week in science and science fiction, kids.

Tune in this time next week. It just might happen again!

Another day older

And feeling half dead.

No new sulfur burps today, so that was likely a false alarm. So hard to know the difference between justified concern and raving neurosis. Possibly I simply had a mild tummy upset from something I ate. Or I did indeed have a case of some over zealous gut bug, but a very mild one.

Or maybe it was just a reaction to the Keflex. Who knows.

Either way, I feel more or less normal, or at least the local variable defined as such, today. At the current moment, I feel a little crappy from some poor quality sleep I just had.

Talk about tough decision to make. Before supper, I felt very tired. Cooking supper and eating it was not making me feel any less tired. So I decided that, contrary to my usual routine, I would take a nap before writing. (What a wild wacky genius I am. )

But because my life is inherently perverse and wicked, the moment I actually lay down, suddenly I was not even remotely sleepy. Went from quite sleepy to not at all sleepy in the space between two heartbeats. Dead tired, not tired. Boom.

This pissed me off. So I lay there, angry with myself and unable to decide whether I should just get up to write, and thus set myself up for the gag where the moment I get back up and set to work, I am super sleepy again, or to just lay there and try to get some sleep in spite of myself.

Well, indecision led to choice B, as eventually I fell asleep while trying to decide,

And then proceeded to have some pretty crummy sleep that left me feeling crappy when I woke up, and I still feel that way right now. I have a headache (damn I need to get that giant bottle of acetominiphen soon), I feel sort of sleepy but not in a healthy way, I am tired and irritable and hostile to this cold and jagged universe and everyone in it who is happy.

Seriously, happy people. Fuck you. Gimmie some or fuck off and die.

This is not a characteristic mood of mine, but I am learning to accept that I will just plain feel this way sometimes, and the best course of action is not to push it down and suppress it and thus add more energy to my depression, but to let it unfold and try to understand and learn from it.

After all, my life languishes in the doldrums of depression largely due to lack of motive force, primal energy, the deep fire that pushes people onwards and powers them over obstacles.

And anger is part of that primal power structure. Anger, bitterness, jealousy, greed, and all the other “bad” emotions all have their place in the operation of a healthy psyche, and trying to suppress them completely only leads to depression, anxiety, and darkness.

It takes a lot of shadow to cover that much emotion and make it seem like it has disappeared. So much shadow, in fact, that you end up living in the dark and the cold and not knowing why.

But no matter how cold you feel and how much you curse the darkness, with the slightest sign of heat and light you bury yourself deeper in the dark and the cold, because heat threatens to bring to life all the dead emotions you have buried in the frozen tundra of your soul, and the light hurts your eyes.

That is why the basic therapeutic process of digging up those old frozen traumas is so important. Dig them up, warm them back into life, and deal with them in realtime. The fewer of them you have, the more light and warmth you can let into the landscape of your soul, and the more of the good healthy hopeful positive emotions that you so desperately need can you let in.

The hard part starts when they start to melt and revive and demand to be dealt with on their own. Then you never know when an emotion that has little or nothing to do with what is happening to you right at that moment will rear its head and force you to deal with it.

That can be quite awkward and you might be tempted to push it back down, or at least try. In fact, if something really important is going on, you might not have a choice. We are able to suppress our emotions specifically so that we can still act in our own best interest in times when our emotions might otherwise lead us to act against them.

It is just that when you are a damaged person, you abuse that otherwise necessary system and end up eventually suppressing nearly everything in order to keep not dealing with your emotional backlog… which of course only causes it to grow.

Myself, I am still trapped in that cycle to some extent, but I fight it when I can. I have learned to really treasure those watershed moments when something triggers a grand melting of the ice inside me and a big iceberg of suppressed self breaks off the glacier inside and drifts off to melt in the sunset.

Those times might not be a hundred percent fun while they happen, in fact, they are often quite awful. But I treasure them anyhow, because after the flood, I feel so more more alive and solid and whole that I have no problem saying it was all worth it, and then some.

Perhaps that is my next step. Feel about within my soul for the next glacial fault line and give it a few well placed taps with my hammer and piton to set it in motion, letting its own weight lead it to snap off and float into warmer waters to melt, and free me from its frigid crushing weight.

Enough of that, and I might actually catch up on my emotional backlog and be free.

And then what?