Clash of the Titans

Professor Leonard Susskind cut his lecture short last night so we could all attend a presentation by Joachim Stohr about the birth of the X-Ray Laser. Susskind was not entirely thrilled about going, but his position at Stanford comes with certain responsibilities, and he had gotten in trouble before for failing to attend presentations by fellow faculty in the physics department. So off we went.

Joachim Stohr, Professor of Photon Sciences and Director of the world’s first x-ray laser, the Linac Coherent Light Source (LCLS), gave an excellent presentation aimed at the layperson, explaining the nature of light, how it consists of photons that behave like particles or waves — depending on how you study them — and how photons come in a variety of wavelengths. The shorter the wavelength, the higher the frequency and overall energy.

While scientists have found ways to align and compress low-energy photons into coherent laser beams, attempts to do the same with very high energy photons — x-rays — had met with failure. In fact, many felt it impossible. But researchers at Stanford, using a good portion of SLAC, figured out a way to jostle x-rays repeatedly — akin to jostling passengers on a Tokyo bus — coaxing them into a compacted alignment. The result? An x-ray laser.

An x-ray laser is much different than an x-ray machine. An x-ray machine is like a scattergun; it bombards an object with random x-rays, and from the scattering one can deduce the shape of large objects. An x-ray laser — because the beam is so compact and coherent — can define very small objects, even down to the atomic scale, and with astonishing precision. For comparison, an x-ray laser can give a trillion times the definition of photos taken with top-of-the-line high-speed/bright-flash cameras used to freeze the beating of hummingbird wings. What can one do with an x-ray laser? Study the knitty-gritty details of matter. Two examples. Water is a mystery. We know it is composed of H2O, but nobody understands the mechanics underlying its behavior. Just how do the bonds shift about, and how are electrons exchanged, as water “flows?” How does it all unfold? Another example is photosynthesis. How exactly does it happen at the particle level? As Joachim explained it, by zapping samples of water, or chlorophil, with an x-ray laser and observing the resultant scattering, one could capture a movie of what is going on.

At the end of his presentation, Joachim Stohr took questions, and before very long Professor Susskind’s hand shot into the air. “Forgive me for introducing a note of skepticism into all of this,” he said, “but how can you possibly create a movie of activities at the atomic level? How do you account for quantum effects?” Joachim responded haltingly that it wasn’t necessary to take those into account, and that much like x-ray diffraction one could get a picture of what was happening. “So we can ignore quantum effects,” Joachim concluded. Susskind retorted that you CAN’T ignore quantum effects, that they ARE the reality at that level. Joachim may not have heard him, or if he did, he chose to move things along. He called on someone else and the subject was dropped.

Suddenly Susskind was up out of his seat and squeezing past people in his aisle, shaking his head in disgust. At any moment I expected him to turn and point a glary finger at Joachim, shouting, “Release the quantum!” But he didn’t. And soon he was out the door.

Who was right? I suspect both were. To communicate with nonscientists, Joachim had chosen to use the concept of a movie. He talked as if one could “film” the ongoing activities at the atomic level. That just isn’t possible due to quantum effects. What I believe one could do — and what I think he meant — is that one can capture, in great detail, an instant in a reaction, using an x-ray laser burst. By performing this experiment over and over again, countless times, one could — statistically — glean a process at the atomic level. Still, this amounts to creating a stack of random photos and afterwards trying to arrange them into chronological order — which strikes me as daunting.

Susskind prides himself on communicating with non-scientists in ways that do not distort the reality. He also prides himself on thinking on his feet, being able to tackle any question at a moment’s notice. His lectures are marvelously fluid in this respect, incorporating whatever additional explanation becomes necessary based on student questions.

Joachim, on the other hand, meticulously prepared and presented his powerpoint slides, and though it was a great presentation, his skills at thinking on his feet, and addressing unanticipated questions, are clearly not on a par with Susskind’s.

The clash was unfortunate, but intriguing. I look forward to next Monday’s lecture when Susskind will no doubt give us his candid opinion of just what the x-ray laser is and is not capable of doing.

The Pulse of Kato Whip: 17

Excerpt:
He looked her over. She was dressed in a magnificent white gown studded with garnets in a web pattern. Pearlescent fish scales gilded her breast, and serpentine inlays of gold played about her hips. There were cranberries in her veil, pussy willows in her hair, and large snails crawling on her train.

“Lady Dusk, you are exquisite.”

She rushed forward to crush him to her breast. “Oh, Kato. I’m so glad you like it.”

Embarrassed, he fought to straighten. “Please, Your Majesty.”

“Call me Lady Dusk.”

He finally slipped free and was glad that O. J. had borrowed his colors. Otherwise he would have been beet red with embarrassment.

“Kato,” she said, smiling at him. “You realize there’s still time. I think you know what I’m talking about.”

“Lady Dusk, you’re minutes away from being married!”

The adventure continues…
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The Pulse of Kato Whip: 16

Excerpt:
Kato watched her make the crust. It was a miracle to behold, how quickly her fingers flew over the skin, rubbing into it various herbs and ointments, causing it to swell and stiffen and thicken, until finally there were twenty pie pans all laden with the wondrous crust.

Meanwhile, following Lady Dusk’s instructions, Kato had been preparing the asparagus filling. The ingredients were myriad, the quantities infinitesimal, except for flour, of which he added a whole teaspoonful. Now, having finished, he poured the filling into each of the twenty pie pans. There was half a cup left over, which Kato was wont to taste. But Lady Dusk absolutely forbade it. “That goes to the natural inhabitants of the kitchen.”

She smeared the half cup around the edges of the counter, here and there on the floor, and even high up on the ceiling. Soon ants and flies and other small creatures were feasting on it.

“A good sign,” she said. “A good sign. ”

The adventure continues…
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Upgrade to WordPress MU 2.9.2

Great. I just installed the newest version of NextGen Gallery so I can enhance my image galleries with super-randomness. But now it tells me it only works with WordPress MU 2.9.2. So I’m going to have to update to that.

I’ve put it off for months. Many many months. Because I know what’s in store. It’s going to break my site. I just know it will. I don’t even know what version of WordPress MU I’m running right now. You think they could tell you that? Minimalism is god in Wordpressland. No one uses two words where a space will do. And everyone wants donations for their efforts. The problem is, they don’t DOCUMENT their efforts! Put in the effort to make your plugins, etc., understandable and maybe you’d see a bit more generosity.

Better stop now. This is turning into a rant. I think I’ll wait until tomorrow to push the update button. Then it’s goodbye garywshockley.com.

And yes. I know. WordPress is your friend…

The Pulse of Kato Whip: 15

Excerpt:
A loud crack sounded in the distance, which might have been the breaking of a physical law; for the tip of the whip never sped past him, nor was it lingering behind when he checked there. Rather, the whip went straight up, snagged on something above.

He looked up at the cloud directly overhead. Great. Leave it to him to somehow snag a cloud. He tugged hard, but it wouldn’t give. He wrapped the whip around his wrist for a better grip, then jerked harder. Suddenly he was hanging in the sky.

“No!” he cried.

The bed drifted onward while he remained hanging in midair. He peered up at the cloud. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was getting closer. Was it descending? No, that didn’t seem to be the case. He was being reeled up!

He hung on for dear life, wishing he could reach into his back pocket to see what The Book of Blank Stares had to say about all this; for though he no longer trusted the book, it was still better than facing the grim unknown alone.

A damp white fog closed about him, obliterating all. Soon it began to thin, and he glimpsed ghostly funnels above, snaking about in wild orientations. He imagined it a graveyard for tornadoes. But as he was reeled up among them, he saw that they were massive funnel webs. There were other structures as well, tubular corridors that twisted away through starbursts of supportive web, branching here and there towards massive organs — as if he were in the visceral cavity of some large beast. Thick twists of glistening web rose from these towards the full moon high above.

The adventure continues…
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Combine

It seems getting a combine was a bit of a mistake. I thought it would speed up the harvest of my backyard wheat.
Backyard Wheat
But it’s big.  It’s r-e-a-l-l-y big.  I can’t get it through the backyard gate.  It’s sitting out along the street right now.  I’m bound to get a ticket.  It’s so wide it sticks way out in the street.  I don’t have any red flags, so I just stuck a bunch of tomatoes on some sticks that jut out — hopefully so people can see it.  Store-bought tomatoes.  My garden isn’t that far along.

Even if I get the combine in the backyard, it’ll be a tight fit.  I really had no idea it would be so big.  The good news is that I’ll be able to do the whole field in one pass — maybe a 10-second ride before I reach the tangerine tree at the end — and then I’ll have to be careful not to behead myself on the low limbs.

But there’s no way I’ll be able to turn it around.  Do combines have a reverse?  I hope so.

Then again, maybe I should just talk to the dealer, see if I can return it.  This is turning into a whole lot more work than I anticipated.

The Pulse of Kato Whip: 14

Excerpt:
“Beds fit for a king, for a queen, nay, for a God!”

“Chivalrous beds for the true of heart!”

“Lewd beds for the lustfully lascivious!”

“Buy a bed, get a concubine free!”

With a flurry of negations Kato ran a gauntlet of hawkers. He slipped past beds, cots, sheets, quilts, pillows, casters, canopies, headboards, footboards, even nightcaps and eyeshades. Spindly fingers clutched at him, beds were thrown in his path for free demonstrations, mesmerizing charms waved before his eyes. All about him, hawkers broke into pillow fights over territory and tactics. He lowered his gaze and plunged onward, spinning free of one bargain after another until one voice slowed him to a “just looking” trot:

“Come one, come all, see the bed fashioned at the world’s core, guaranteed to suppress all sensations of a falling nature!”

The adventure continues…
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What My Mom Said

My mom, who lives in Indiana and is 80, went on this bus trip to see a musical performance. She enjoyed it … but that’s not what she said, or at least not the point of this post.

Afterwards, on the bus ride home, Gus started in. Gus isn’t his real name. But he and his wife were sitting beside Mom, and they’re friends. Gus is always sending Mom emails, and Mom forwards some of the most ridiculous ones to me.

So anyway, Gus starts in. You know, about how Obama is a Muslim, and how he’s destroying our democracy so on so forth… And finally Mom turns to him and says, “Now Gus, you know Obama isn’t Muslim.” To which Gus says, “Well he is too! Everyone knows it!” When Mom asks where he learned it, he said the internet, that it was all over the internet. He proceeded with the litany of other “facts,” that Obama isn’t an American citizen, so forth. My mom told him she had voted for Obama and these things weren’t true. Not that he listened.

The woman behind Mom leaned forward and patted her shoulder in support. Another woman caught Mom’s attention and rolled her eyes.

Afterwards, Mom told the woman behind her, “I probably shouldn’t have said anything.” The woman said, “Oh, I was fully behind you.”

Mom wonders if she’ll stop getting the Obama-bashing emails that Gus sends on a daily basis (and like I said, Mom forwards some of these to me). Too early to tell. But the emails make for very sobering reading. They brim with hatred and ignorance. Many are racist. I don’t know who writes them, and I don’t know how wide a distribution they have. But I suspect it’s substantial, hinting at an American mental wasteland for which there may not be enough reasonable people to neutralize.

Go Mom.

The Pulse of Kato Whip: 13

Excerpt:
“Watch it your horse don’t step in my hole,” the man said, adjusting his slipshod hat.

Kato saw a tiny pole in front of the man. A line trailed from its tip to a bobber centered in a hole in the ice.

“There’s a woman down there!” Kato gasped. “She’ll drown — or freeze to death!”

“A fish is all it is,” the man said, glancing up at him.

Kato gawked at the face now visible under the brim of his slipshod hat. “Lord Kran? Is it you?”

“An easy mistake to make,” the man said. “Actually, I’m his twin brother.”

“Twin bro–?” Kato looked more closely. “The spitting image!”

“He didn’t mention me, did he. Never does. Anyway, I’m the one without the hat. That’s how to tell us apart.”

“But you’re wearing a hat,” Kato cautiously pointed out.

The man felt atop his head. “So I am.” He removed it. “There, sorry to confuse you more. The name’s Bill. And I’m not much with words, not like my brother. Fishing’s about all I do, and not very well. In fact, I’m about as close to a nobody as you’ll ever meet.”

“You shouldn’t berate yourself–” Kato began to say. But the figure beneath the ice again caught his attention. “That has to be a woman! It doesn’t look anything like a fish. She’ll drown!”

“Just a fish,” Bill assured him. “A Whadayawant, we call it. It mimics our deepest desires, for whatever reasons.”

The adventure continues…
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The Pulse of Kato Whip: 12

Excerpt:
When the sounds had faded away, Kato squeezed out of the log and looked about. A wild boar snored atop the log, an ornate vase precariously balanced between its tusks. The skeleton of a horse stood tethered to a stump. Blue and green marbles were scattered beside the log, spelling out “CAMOUFLAGE,” while red marbles lay on the log’s other side, spelling “MARBLE.” An owl hung upside down in midair, tangled in fishing line that dangled from the overcast, and robust orange grasshoppers marched single file in a large circle.

Kato continued his journey through the logfall. The fog to the north had advanced some, but not enough to be of concern. He stopped now and then, hearing faint cries, drummings, the clinking of wine glasses or chain mail — as if the strange properties of the logs had begun to resonate across the land. Was there any danger he might be swept up in endless imaginings? What potent brew had the daughter of God instilled in the logs? Or was it just an artifact of the manufacturing or distribution process? He had no way of knowing, or learning. Yet rather than be alarmed by his situation, he felt ever more at home here, as if this were a safe haven from the real world and its dangers. After all, the logs had always been good to him — in many ways his closest friends and allies.

The adventure continues…
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