Friends, it appears as though I am being directed to find sites that show science as beautiful. In that pursuit, I came across, via Slashdot, Eric J. Heller's gallery of images inspired by science. What is particualrly interesting is how Heller's scientific research has informed these images. They are actually useful visualizations of various quantam and chaotic systems, a good way to see concepts other than in the equations themselves. And they look cool, so hey, why not check it out?
Via BoingBoing, I bring to you a Falling Mannequin. I don't know about you, but I've always wondered what it would be like if I had no control over any part of my body. This site answers that question - and its hilarious. Pretty good physics behind the scenes as well. If she gets stuck, you can drag her around with your mouse to keep the fun going. Note: I do not advocate treating real women like this.
On this day in 1905, one Albert Einstein published a paper entitled ON THE ELECTRODYNAMICS OF MOVING BODIES and rocked the physics world. Thanks Al, and happy one hundo!
So, my brother put up a really long poem on the poetry board, which was awesome. At the same time, it seems to have kept others from creating new poetry and that's not cool. I want everyone to do it. So I reset the tiles. So, who is going to be the next Thoreau? The next Emerson? Umm, the next famous poet? Leave a comment with your poem when you create it so I can compile a list. And…GO!
While I cannot say that I have had the priviledge of working on one of these pieces of machinery, I think any geek will be humored by some "How Computers Work" books written in the '70s. Scanned images of the books reveal the inner workings of the computer, explaining all aspects of the inner- and outer-workings of the computer. A fun trip back in time to see how far we've come and appreciate what the pioneers of computing went through to bring this new tool to modern society.
Does that crosswalk signal seem to take forev4r to change? Are you guilty of button mashing, thinking this will alert the traffic signals to the life-or-death situation you are facing that requires you across the road this instant? If so, there is a hack for most signals that can give you instant gratification - and the white hand of safe passage.
The most popular hack, which works on most models, is the "Instant Walk." Three short clicks, followed by two long, one short, two long, and three short; turn any crosswalk signal from "don't walk" to "walk" with a matching change in the traffic signals.
Please note that this works on most, not all, traffic lights so don't cry should you happen to live in an area where the lights do not recognize this particular hack. Remember, hacking is a survival skill and its fun!
Some days it seems that the humanities and the sciences are unreconcilable. One seems to prefer the asthetic beauty of a sunset while the other describes how the light is created in a huge fusion factory operating at temperatures far higher than anything found on Earth. As you'll see from these pictures, however, beauty is not lost on the geek. Give them a gander; you'll find beauty at all scales, from picometers to lightyears.
I guess it is fair to say that this post is more tailored to the geeks in the limited audience…reading that statement I realize it that sub-audience is probably just me…hmm Okay, well, for the non-geek, have I got a book for you! Ever wondered about cryptography? No? Fair enough. For those not in the know, security is a hot button item in the technology world today. Encryption is vital to protect a company's intellectual investment, a bank's transactions, a customer's purchases, etc… In short, we are all touched by it, directly or indirectly. Now combine this fairly nerdy topic with a historical fiction thriller storyline set in World War II, and another story line set in the "present" day, and the result is a book that is painful to put down, even for a few moments. WIth something for everyone, from encryption to secret societies, romance to war, Cryptonomicon is not an ordinary book. The ability of Neal Stephenson to bring a complex topic like cryptography and make it palpable to average Joe, mixing it in with real characters, feasible plot lines, real technology, and plenty of humor, makes the reading experience truely enjoyable. I recommend this book to any and all. Go!
We all need reminders of the constant protection available when we are constantly communing with God. This is an email I received through friends from Lona B. Ingwerson.
If a man were drowning in mid ocean with apparently no human help at hand, there is a law of God which when rightly appealed to, would bring about his rescue. Adam H. Dickey God's Law of Adjustment Undisturbed amid the jarring testimony of the material senses, Science, still enthroned, is unfolding to mortals the immutable, harmonious, divine Principle is unfolding Life and the universe, ever present and eternal. Mary Baker Eddy Science & Health with Key To the Scriptures If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me. Psalms 139 Our son was asked by friends to join them for a Sunday lunch at a waterside restaurant in a coastal town just north of us on the Gulf Coast. He told them that he would try to make it if his schedule allowed, but there was a possibility that he would not be able to attend. This is why his friends did not alert anyone when my son did not arrive for lunch. He did set off for the restaurant and friends around 12:30 p.m. that Sunday, using the family boat. He did not tell anyone of his plans, thinking that he would be back in a few hours. The only route took him directly out into the Gulf of Mexico. He traveled about a mile offshore, parallel to the coast. Halfway between our town and his destination, the gear shaft exploded, sending a metal rod through the casing and into the water. The propeller halted and so did the boat. He let down the anchor, put on his ski vest, and got into the water to check the propeller. The anchor broke away from the boat and the boat quickly drifted away from him. With 30 knot offshore winds, and a tide going out to sea, he was unable to swim fast enough to catch the boat or swim strongly enough to reach shore. Within minutes he found himself drifting out to sea. This was approximately 2:00 p.m. Sunday afternoon. Later that evening, I mentioned to my husband that I had an uneasy feeling concerning our son. Of course we corrected our thought with truths about God and man. But, around 2:00 a.m. I was awakened with an overpowering sense of danger concerning our son. I immediately drove to his apartment, but found he was not home. I returned to my home, and my husband and I worked with the lesson until dawn. It became very clear to me to check the boat which we docked at a local marina. We found our son's motorcycle at our boat slip, and the boat was indeed gone. We were told by a marina employee that our son was seen leaving in the boat the day before about 12:30 p.m. The Coast Guard was called and the search for my son began. I must admit that human will took hold at first. My husband and a friend took our small plane and scoured the coastline. Many friends used their boats to search. Of course, the Coast Guard was on the job, and soon the Marine Patrol, and many of the County's Sheriff Deputies and City Police were on the water. But we had no idea where to look. My son's friends, who had not heard from him, decided that his schedule did not allow him to join them for lunch that Sunday. They, of course saw no reason to alert anyone about my son's absence from their luncheon. By this time our son had drifted beyond sight of land wearing only swim trunks and a ski vest that was absorbing a great deal of water. During the first few hours in the water, he was stung numerous times by man-o-wars that were too large to push away. As the sun set, he noticed that sharks were encircling him, braving an occasional side swipe. Just before he was in total darkness, he told us that he cried out very loudly, God, help me. Almost immediately, he saw four dolphin swimming around him, bumping him, making clicking and squeaking sounds. He watched as they protected him from the sharks. The water was cold and he was fighting hyperthermia and the effects of the scores of jelly fish stings. As he began to lose consciousness, the dolphin pushed him and touched him, making sounds to arouse him. This happened numerous times during the course of the night. Nothing else in the water came near him that night. The dolphin that joined him at sunset that night, never left his side until after sunrise the next day. The true testing time came that morning. The coast guard called us to inform us that our boat was found 10 miles out to sea and that our son was not on it. They expressed concern that a person could survive in the shark infested, cold waters. They said that they would search for a few hours longer, but they could not offer hope considering the circumstances. They said that they had never recovered a person in similar situations. I immediately called a practitioner, and she went to work right away. I sent word to my husband to come home. I knew that we needed to turn completely from this picture and rely radically on God's care for our son. I struggled at first to even physically sit down and quiet my thought. Our son was beyond human help, and I had to see that he was not, nor never had been beyond God's help. I had to see that nothing in this material world was needed to save him. God already had him safe and sound. We spent the next hours holding to what Mrs. Eddy says on page 167 in Science and Health, ?Only through radical reliance on Truth can scientific healing power be realized.? We had to give up all sense of our son being separated from God. We were led to keep our prayerful work simple in face of the material tumult - Yes to God's love and complete control, No the lie of failure and death. I spoke with the practitioner every 20 minutes or so. She lovingly and firmly affirmed our son's innocence and safety, not in the future, but right NOW. Late in the afternoon we received a call that said our son had been found, unconscious, but alive, and was being transported to a nearby hospital. We cried tears of joy as we drove to the hospital. The doctors met us at the door and informed us that they were doing everything they could to save his life. If they did save his life, there would be a long hospital stay. These statements made absolutely no impact on me what so ever. I knew that with the practitioner's help…the work was done. The demonstration of man as God's child had been made. I was taken to my son in the emergency room while my husband and daughter waited in a family room. The only part of my son's body not covered with wires and tubes and bandages was his face which I kissed, though he was not fully coherent. The whole picture had absolutely no reality for me. At that point, our family knew that our son would be coming home with us that day. We made no demands, nor did we speculate as to the recovery time. We just stayed with the truth of perfect God and perfect man. I was rejoicing beyond words at what we had witnessed of God's love. I know we all felt that where we stood was indeed holy ground. In about an hour and a half, the doctor took my son off monitors and tubes. They removed all of the applications they had made to save his life. The swelling and discoloration from the jellyfish stings which had disfigured his whole body simply disappeared. All of the organs that were at risk due to the claim of hyperthermia began to function perfectly. All of his strength returned, and he dressed himself, thanked the hospital staff for their care and walked out of the hospital on foot. The attending nurses and doctors were in awe. Most of the nurses were crying, and even one of the doctors cried as they hugged our son goodbye. The entire emergency room was hushed as they watched him walk out the door. The next day, I contacted the couple that had found our son. We wished to see them in person and thank them. My husband and my son and I went to their home that night. During that visit, we were told about that remarkable day. The husband and his wife, together with another couple were fishing in a pass late that morning. They were catching quite a few fish, but suddenly the husband felt absolutely compelled to take the boat far out to sea. His wife and the other couple were concerned about what seemed to be erratic behavior on his part. They argued against going into the Gulf, which was rough that day. They saw no reason, either, for leaving a perfectly good fishing spot. As the husband was taking them far out to sea, and would not listen to their protests, they began demanding that he turn back. The wife added that she felt he might be having some mental problem. He refused to turn back, and kept telling everyone that he HAD to do this. Suddenly, when they were almost beyond sight of land, the husband saw our son as a little dot on the horizon, floating, and unconscious. The others on the boat did not see him until they pulled much closer. They pulled him out of the water and hurried back to the marina, calling the authorities on their radio as they returned. During our visit, the husband cried often and said his life would never be the same. He said that he truly heard God's command to save the boy's life. He told me as best as I can remember, ?I have been tithing all my life. I have always turned to God all my life. I have spoken to Him all my life. Yesterday He spoke to me, clearly. It was almost audible. From now on, I will stop talking and listen.? We learned later that the closest human aid at the time of the rescue was at least 3 hours away. This wonderful demonstration of God's protection and care actually was on-going. We were barraged by the media for about a week after the rescue. Many TV talk shows called us. HBO wanted to do a story about it. We were able to quietly decline all offers with no protests. One person told me that this was a story about faith answered, hope realized, and that people need to see that miracles still do happen. Everyone who had a part in the search, from the Coast Guard to the doctors all used the term miracle. Our son has had no effects from this experience. He is still an avid boater and swimmer. We are grateful for this beautiful demonstration of God's love and care, to Jesus Christ for showing us the way. We are grateful for Mrs. Eddy's gift to humanity. We are grateful for all practitioners' healing work. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
So it is one month until I turn the magical 23 and I have found the present I want. Skydiving!!! Wanna go? I seriously would not mind if people wanted to accompany me on this. If you would like to contribute towards this goal in a financial way, I would not mind. I am so pumped to go!