The Kingdom Animalia includes the Phylum Arthropoda which counts insects among one of its five main groups. No doubt. (Though the girls had some.)
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However oversimplified, this is the best explanation I’ve read so far … I liked this analogy:
The key is that Higgs particles are rare but their debris is relatively regular in appearance, while the other processes are common but more random; and just as your ear can gradually pick out the singing tone of a human voice even above heavy static on a radio, so experimenters can pick out the regular ringing of the Higgs field amid the random cacophony created by the other similar-looking processes.
This refers to the LHC search for the Higgs in the debris of proton-proton collisions. However, the Higgs is too short-lived to be seen directly. Instead, its presence is inferred from the particles it decays into, but these particles are also produced by other so-called background processes that occur when protons collide. So, gathering data is the name of the game.
Given the importance of mass not only in determining the size of atoms but in a whole host of other properties of nature, our understanding of our universe and ourselves cannot be complete and satisfactory while the Higgs field remains so mysterious. Studying the Higgs particle — the waves in the Higgs field — will give us our first profound insights into the nature of this field, just as one can learn about air from studying sound waves, about rock by studying earthquakes, and about the sea by studying waves upon the beach.
For contrast, the NYT first tried this labored analogy:
According to the Standard Model, the Higgs boson is the only manifestation of an invisible force field, a cosmic molasses that permeates space and imbues elementary particles with mass. Particles wading through the field gain heft the way a bill going through Congress attracts riders and amendments, becoming ever more ponderous.
And then followed up with this non sequitur:
Without the Higgs field, as it is known, or something like it, all elementary forms of matter would zoom around at the speed of light, flowing through our hands like moonlight. There would be neither atoms nor life.
Although indubitably in jest, the Guardian even finds a way to top that:
If the constituent parts of matter were sticky-faced toddlers, then the Higgs field would be like one of those ball pits they have in the children’s play area at IKEA. Each coloured plastic ball represents a Higgs boson: collectively they provide the essential drag that stops your toddler/electron falling to the bottom of the universe, where all the snakes and hypodermic needles are.
Source: Guardian
Full support:
We shouldn’t be aiming to extend the domain of work into old age, but to extend the domain of non-work into young age – that is, to abolish the concept of retirement altogether.
A longer version of the author’s argument is in this month’s Chronicle. The essay is adapted from their book, How Much Is Enough? Money and the Good Life.
Source: Guardian
Silly joke follows:
A Higgs-Boson walks into a church, the priest says “We don’t allow Higgs-Bosons in here.” The Higgs-Boson says: “But without me how can you have mass?
Alan Dugan – Closing Time at the Second Avenue Deli (mp3)
One of my all-time favorite poems, Closing Time at the Second Avenue Deli, read by Alan Dugan himself:
This is the time of night at the delicatessen
when the manager is balancing
a nearly empty ketchup bottle
upside-down on a nearly full ketchup bottle
and spreading his hands slowly away
from the perfect balance like shall I say
a priest blessing the balance, the achievement
of perfect emptiness, of perfect fullness? No,
this is a kosher delicatessen. The manager
is not like. He is not like a priest,
he is not even like a rabbi, he
is not like anyone else except the manager
as he turns to watch the waitress
discussing the lamb stew with my wife,
how most people eat the whole thing,
they don’t take it home in a container,
as she mops up the tables, as the
cashier shall I say balances out?
No. The computer does all that. This
is not the time for metaphors. This is the time
to turn out the lights, and yes,
imagine it, those two ketchup bottles
will stand there all night long
as acrobatic metaphors of balance,
of emptiness, of fullness perfectly contained,
of any metaphor you wish unless
the manager snaps his fingers at the door,
goes back, and separates them for the night
from that unnatural balance, and the store goes dark
as my wife says should we take a cab
or walk, the stew is starting to drip already.
Shall I say that the container can not
contain the thing contained anymore? No.
Just that the lamb stew is leaking all across town
in one place: it is leaking on the floor of the taxi-cab,
and that somebody is going to pay for this ride.
Source: Guardian
Looking forward to the release of this one (end of July in the US). Christian Scott’s last album, Yesterday You Said Tomorrow, was fantastic when he released his inner Miles Davis and Radiohead.
(taken in backyard)
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I admit it. I was proud like a little boy when I took this photo. A kick-ass nature photographer. Ready for National Geographic. But I popped my own bubble by googling “blue dragonfly photos” to get about 18,100,000 practically identical results. I guess these dragonflies sit for any half-cocked shutterbug.
Related article.
Have been trying to remember this word for a while: estivation.
a state of dormancy similar to hibernation, except done so in the summer
Molluscs, lady beetles, land crabs, some (but not all) desert tortoises, crocodiles, frogs, toads, salamanders, the fat-tailed dwarf lemur and the East African hedgehogs all are said to do it.
I often feel like estivating.