Friday Science Geegaw, October 26, 2012

Man, what a week in science. WAY too many cool science stories to cover, so I am going to have to steel myself and take the weakest ones out behind the barn and put them down.

OK, maybe that is a bit harsh. But it really doses feel like choosing amongst my darlings sometimes, and that is never an easy thing to do. Not when you have a heart full of love like I do.

But, in the end, come what may, choices have to be made. So think of today’s lot as the Top 4 Cool Science Stories Of This Week.

Here they are in semi-random order.

The Coolest Question Of The Week

As soon as I read the title of this PopSci piece, I knew I would be including it.

It is called Can We Make It Rain With Lasers, and for me, that is an instant winner.

As is often the case in these kinds of science stories, the answer is “maybe?” but that is still pretty darned interesting. A French physicist named Jérôme Kasparian says that he has a method of using a high powered laser to seed cloud and thus set off a chain of precipitation, and thus, make it rain.

The idea is that the laser would strip electrons off of air molecules in the cloud, causing them to ionize and thus attract water molecules, which would then stick together to form droplets, which would then rubn into each other to form larger droplets, and so forth and so on until it’s raining.

This does not come easy. It takes trillions of watts of laser power. But high powered lasers are becoming cheaper, and in farming areas rain is worth a hell of a lot of money, so it might just be able to work as a business model as well as a technology.

I picture a giant laser on the back of a flatbed, traveling from town to town, selling rain on demand.

The Matrix Question

Coming in second in the Question Race comes How Do We Know We Are Not Living Inside A Massive Computer Simulation?

It is a philosophical issue worth pondering, and not just when you are stoned and want to sound deep. The surprising bit is that some scientists think they might have a scientific way to figure it out.

Now to be honest, I do not quite follow their reasoning, at least as it is presented in the article. But it does not matter, because I made up my mind a long time ago that a perfect simulation of reality is, by definition, reality, as far as we can tell. If we can tell it’s a simulation, it is not a perfect simulation. So to pragmatic me, the issues is not important. We have what seems to be objective reality, and until that model of existence fails in a demonstrable and repeatable way, that will do nicely.

Still, I am curious to see what their pursuit of this GZK limit yields.

The Truth Of Sex Addiction

I was quite surprised and a little upset to read this piece about the controversy surrounding the diagnosis of sex addiction this week.

Not that I disagree with their being an official diagnosis for it. Far from it. I just had no idea until now that there was any controversy about it.

I mean, I first heard about it in the 1980s. There’s support groups for it and everything. So I just assumed it was a known and accepted thing.

So to find out now that a lot of people apparently do not think it exists is a little disturbing. What is to dispute? Any pleasurable and rewarding activity can be addictive. People have been known to get addicted to knitting, for crying out loud, or doing jigsaw puzzles.

And I think we would all agree that sex is very pleasurable and rewarding. Plus there are powerful issues of ego being tied in with desirability and sexual prowess to deal with. There is no doubt to me that it is a real thing.

And remember, when separating the pathological from the habitual, you can always fall back on the basic DSM definition, which states (IIRC) that a behaviour is pathological in an individual if it :

a) causes them to be a danger to themselves or others
b) takes over the person’s life more and more over time
c) promotes a feeling of helplessness and loss of control in the person
d) distorts or displaces their ability to have a normal life
and e) is otherwise compulsive to the point of destructive loss of self-control

And I think sex addiction meets this criteria quite nicely.

Any objections would just be bizarre puritan sex-shaming based on people who are getting a lot of sex not “deserving” to be in the same category as alcoholics and junkies.

A Real Life Tractor Beam

Finally, in yet another bit of Star Trek come to life, scientists have demonstrated an honest to goodness real live working tractor beam.

Granted, it can only pick up a tiny ball 30 micrometers in radius that was suspended in water, but hey, all great inventions start out small, right?

I mean, the first telephone could only reach the next room!

So everybody out there, move your Time Till Star Trek clock ahead ten seconds from… um… wherever it is right now, I guess.

Look, I am still working on that part, OK?

Plus One Bonus Item

And finally, a bonus item, so-called because it is not, strictly speaking, a science item. It’s a science fiction item. But I just had to include it.

It is a Tumblr blog called Fashion It So, and in it, two friends go through episodes of Star Trek : The Next Generation and make hilariously bitchy comments about the rather eclectic fashions on the show.

And, on the way, also end up doing a rough plot synopsis, which is also a lot of bitchy fun. I highly recommend it for people who enjoy that sort of fun.

Seeya next week folks!

A dip in the road

A minor setback today. Opened my monthly envelope from the Province that usually has my monthly cheque in it only to find my monthly stub had not be submitted to the welfare office.

As usual, I had entrusted it to my roomie Joe, who, being the awesome guy that he is, usually drops it off at the office after I fill it out each month. This saves me from having to make a trip to the office and is greatly appreciated by yours truly.

Quite unusually, this month, he forgot. So I do not yet have my cheque. I went to the office and filled out a stub, and in the old days they would have just handed me the cheque at that point.

But now, they mail it. It will go in the mail tomorrow, and hopefully arrive Monday or Tuesday. This might seem odd, but I can see why they had to change things. I bet that in the old days, a lot of people just got into the habit of showing up at the office to pick up their check on Check Day and did not bother to fill out the stub beforehand like they were supposed to do.

Thus, the office was a madhouse on Check Day and the day after, and it overworked the poor social workers and caused a lot of ruckus.

This way, nobody gets instant gratification. You show up late, and it gets put in the mail the next day. And the next day is Thursday or Friday, so the odds are good that you will not be seeing that cheque until after the weekend.

And so you won’t have any money for like, days, and so you won’t be able to go drinking with all your reprobate friends and they will laugh at you for being lame, and that should be enough incentive for you to get the damn thing in on time next time.

And seeing as this normally does not affect me at all, I must say I approve. Sure, it will be a pain in the ass this month, but I could not help but notice that the welfare office was not a madhouse today, and security guard (they always have them on the heavy days now) looked bored.

And ridiculously young, but that is just me being old. (Seriously, he looked 16 to me. 18 tops. )

This was also a therapy day. A productive session. Talked about the whole idea of raising one’s baseline mood. Right now, my basic mood is depressed. Not severely depressed, because that is something we dysthymic depression types tend to avoid via extreme sedentary lifestyles. But our apparent calmness and lack of drama compared to a more anxious depressive comes at a heavy price, that of a heavily proscribed lifestyle.

So I am chewing over this whole raising the base mood idea. It has a lot of appeal. I have thought for a long time that the right way to live would be to somehow set your default mood to “happy” and so you are happy except when something absolutely forces you into some other less pleasant mood.

Thus, inertia would be on the side of happiness, and you would build up a deep thick layer of happiness that would protect you from small things making you unhappy.

You would just roll right over the little bumps and jostles of life like a steamroller, while you sit in the driver’s seat, unperturbed.

And there are people like that out there, so it is definitely possible. Psychological studies show that these are probably some of the healthiest people in the world, both physically and mentally. They often have some kind of religious faith, but not always. And the religious faith is just part of an overall vigorously optimistic outlook on life.

So if it is possible to become more like that, it seems like a worthwhile goal. Instead, so many of us walk around with an enormous hole to fill inside us, and that makes us think that happiness is something you get, or have to earn, or acquire through possessions.

Happiness as a default state would strike a lot of people as cheating somehow. Why do anything if you are already happy? But that is a very narrow and unrealistic concept of happiness.

Happy people feel motivated by life, and enjoy it so much that they are quite content to engage with it very energetically. They find life rewarding. They see life as an endless smorgasbord of delights.

So far from just sitting there, blissed out, they do a lot more than unhappy people.

That is the sort of person I would like to be. I suppose we all would, really. But I feel deep down that this is a real possibility for me. Maybe not soon, but some day, when I have cleared a lot more of the psychological dead weight from my psyche and thus can let my natural levity buoy me up.

And then just bounce through life like a happy balloon.

Certainly, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I am increasingly aware, however, of the exact nature of my problem. There is this heavy weight of icy cold fear inside me that cancels out actions before I can even think about doing them. Its terrible gravity keeps me way down in my own hole, the one in the middle of my soul where a warm and beating heart should be.

And there is no shortcut to getting rid of that. It can only be burned off or dumped a little at a time.

I am learned to see my life as a small but constant pressure towards the good. It can be a frustratingly slow process sometimes, but over time, it does produce results. I become a more solid, more confident, more “together” version of myself, and the impurities are burned away.

The secret is to stay in touch with my emotions and let the steam out slowly. I am going to a slightly lower Paxil dose, 35/mg/day instead of 40, which should help.

It is time to slowly dial back the anesthetic and learn to walk again.