Friday Science Aggregate, April 27, 2012

Got five, count’em, five hot science stories for you this week, so I am gonna just jump right in.

Magic Door Unlock

Would it not be cool if all the important doors of your life seemed to just magically recognize you and open when you turn the knob or pull the handle, but not when anyone else does it?

Woudn’t that make you feel all powerful and cool, like some kind of minor god? Doors just unlocking automatically for you when you reach for them?

Well AT&T Labs is trying to make this dream come true. The idea is that your mobile device produces a very special kind of modulated vibration (one we can’t feel) that travels through your body via bone conduction to your fingertips, and the lock on your door would recognize that vibration and open for you.

Obviously, this is more than an app. The lock would have to be an electronic one, with enough electromechanical heft to open and close on its own, plus the receiver for the vibrations.

Skill, the folks at AT&T say it is quite secure because not every skeleton changes the signal the same way, so even if someone stole your phone, they would still need your skeleton to open the door.

And you have to admit, having a door just open at your touch would be pretty freaking cool.

Always Clear Glass

Not to be outdone, those marvelous mavens at MIT have comes up with a kind of glass that never fogs, gets dirty, or flares up with glare.

The secret is a very specific kind of nanoscale etching on the glass that creates billions of tiny sharply angled cones on the surface of the glass.

This has the effect of making the glass extremely hydrophobic, meaning it repels water perfectly. It also makes it so that dirt and grime simply cannot stick to the surface of the glass, and so it simply slides right off the glass, keeping the glass crystal clear.

And what truly impresses me is that this also makes the glass completely diffraction free, meaning light passes straight through without spreading at all, regardless of the angle.

And that means glare free glass. Glass that is perfectly clear, glass that reflects absolutely no light whatsoever and is hence invisible.

Glass that might actually be a little dangerous to have around, to be honest. Anyone who has ever hurt themselves whanging into a too-clear patio door knows what I mean.

But thing of the fun you could have sticking things onto a pane of invisible glass and moving it around making silly “oooOOOOooo!” noises.

Here Comes Super Cruise

No, that is not that thing that Tom Cruise is sure nobody knows but is obvious to everyone else.

You know… his superhero identity.

No, it is a new car feature called Super Cruise Mode, and it might just be the stepping stone between us and a self-driving car future.

If conditions are right (bright and visible lane markers and good GPS data available), Super Cruise would leverage lane detection technology along with auto-braking and traditional cruise control to create a system where the car pretty much drives itself when on the highway.

Imagine how much easier your morning commute would be with all the highway driving taken care of for you. I imagine people would not be willing to just take a nap or read a book while Super Cruise does the work (nor should they), but still, it would take a lot of the mindless, automatic portion of highway driving out of the equation, and isn’t that what technology is supposed to do?

Do the mindless labour for us?

The Almighty G

Moving from the highway to Lover’s Lane, there is a real possibility that one of the biggest shibboleths of modern sexology has finally been brought to light : a surgeon claims to have found the G spot.

To refresh your memories, the G spot, known formally as the Grafenberg spot, is purported to be either an organ or a place where nerve centers cluster inside the front wall of the vagina that when stimulated, causes women intense sexual pleasure, including the fabled vaginal orgasm and even female ejaculation.

Now Grafenberg discovered this spot in 1940, and you would think that in the ensuring 72 year, we could have figured out whether the darn thing really exists or not, and if so, what the heck it is.

But no. And this discovery, made by a gynecologist while dissecting the cadaver of an 81 year old woman, has done nothing to resolve the question. Instead, it just kicked up the dust about this whole surprisingly complicated issue all over again.

A lot of women have found their spots, and are deliriously happy about it. They are quite sure it exists and love theirs move than they love chocolate.

A lot of women have not found it, and not for lack of trying either, and are understandably pretty pissed off about it. They think it is a myth and that those other women are fooling themselves.

These factors alone are enough to ensure that this issue will never be entirely put to rest.

Could it truly be that some women have one, and some do not?

Doesn’t see fair, does it?

Of course, men have one. It’s called the prostate. But most straight guys do not want to go there.

How sad for them.

This Video Is Real

Finally, a video clip.

No remember, what you are about to see is a real object moving in real space. It is not a computer graphic superimposed on real video. It is an honest to goodness real thing that exists in the real world. You could reach out and touch it. It is a real thing.

It is made of plastic filled with helium, and topologically speaking, it moves forward by turning itself inside out and back again.

Oh, and in theory, if nothing interferes with it, it will keep going forever.

I want one. Wouldn’t it be freaky to see one of those just casually float by your window at work?

Etcetera and so on

My life. Random web content. The usual crapola.

Crapola, of course, being the ironically self-aware cut-rate competitor of Crayola. Crapola… because really, who has six bucks for a box of crayons for some dumb kid?

Been trending towards relatively good mood more often than not lately, which is peachy keen cool. I think venting my frustrations with my life at my last therapist’s appointment did me a lot of good. Clearly, I have a lot of stuff that needs to come out, and the emotional constipation that normally prevents that has got to be eased up somehow or that shit is going to kill me.

Don’t worry, that is as far as I am taking that metaphor.

Wait, one more : anyone know the name of a good emotional laxative? And please don’t say “tequila”, liquor is bad news for diabetics.

Okay, now I am done.

Wandering back in the general direction of the last known sighting of the point, I clearly need to internalize the lesson that feeling bad means it is time to vent. There is no point in suffering and feeling crappy and hating my life (I hate my life, by the way) for a long time when the solution is clearly just to get all that negative meshuganah stuff out of my system so that the sun can rise again within my soul.

Activity helps a lot too. I really enjoyed cooking for my roomies Tuesday night, and it made me realize that I actually like to cook. It is just the false negative of lack of motivation that keeps me from doing it more often. Well, that and the old “easier to get motivated to cook for others than for yourself” thing all cooks face.

But depression’s anti-action bias really is a terrible illusion. It makes all activity seem like too much bother and convinces you that whatever it is, you won’t enjoy it, and you will wish you had not even bothered, and so you might as well do nothing.

Heck, it even convinces you that by doing nothing, you are actually coming out ahead, like you almost did something but at the last minute, you decided not to, and really dodged a bullet there. You actually feel smug and smart for going back to lassitude after whole seconds facing the terrifying prospect of actual action. Thank goodness you are so good at completely surrendering at the slightest pressure against your life negating fears! You might have actually changed something.

And this continues even after you have had experiences which give you the exact opposite input as the delusion, namely, things which are quite active that you enjoy greatly and were totally worth the effort you put into it.

You might think that would convince a person that the heavy anti action bias was lying to them when it told them not to do it, you won’t enjoy it, just stay safe.

But no, that same voice defends its grip on your psyche by convincing you that you really did not enjoy it that much, and wasn’t it awful to be so exposed and out in the world for so long, away from your teeny tiny comfort zone, and aren’t you ever so glad you can just crawl back into your hole and pull the lid down tight and go back to the very state you hated before you did something and which you will hate again in just a few minutes.

Again I am reminded of the cartoon I once saw of the prisoner in his cell screaming “Let me out! LET ME OUT!”, but when the cell door swings open on its own accord, the prisoner looks at it in horror then slams it shut so hard the whole room shakes, and then goes back to shouting “LET ME OUT!”.

Psychologically, you might say that he has been a prisoner so long that it has become his lifestyle, his safety, his identity. And when it comes to psychological priorities, absolutely nothing, sometimes not even survival instinct, beats out our urge to preserve our sense of identity. Nothing terrifies us more, and on a deeper level, than a threat to our sense of who we are. People will die, or more likely kill, rather than modify their sense of their own self, especially as they get older.

So one of the biggest challenges facing a depressive, especially one who has suffered from the illness for a long time, is that you have a firmly cemented depressive identity and this is the primary cause of the terrible strength of your anti-recovery responses when people attempt to help you.

This is exacerbated by the extreme emotional conservatism that depression engenders. Depressives have a distinct tendency to feel as though they are just barely holding things together as it is, and therefore absolutely any change threatens their perceived delicate stability.

So they are stuck wanting to get better without anything actually changing because change is bad.

This is, quite obviously, heartbreakingly futile, and it is only when the depressive accepts within themselves that recovery involve changing into a different person that might be nothing like the person you know yourself to be right now.

And isn’t that what you really want? To become someone else?

And part of accepting the need for you, yourself to change… not your circumstance, not your income, not your luck, but you yourself… is the realization that there is no point waiting around to feel like doing something that you known damned well you will never ever feel like doing.

Just do it, especially if it is something you know you probably will enjoy once you get started. Summon up all your will and reach for the happiness. Reach out and grab it. Use it to pull yourself out of your hole. Forsake the comforts of depression’s deep cold snowdrift bed and instead go to where you can feel the sun on your skin and breathe clean clear air.

Remember, it is the comfort and safety that is killing you.