Showing posts with label Science. Show all posts
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Friday 28 June 2019

Free Fall


I was doing research for a poem some time ago, reading a few articles on birds of prey, when I was reminded of the hawk's incredible mating behaviour. First it's interesting to know that male and female hawks tend to be monogamous, staying with the same partner their whole life. Then they'll build their nest before the mating season begins, occasionally improving it later on during the season. Once this is done, they will engage in the mating proper.

They will circle around one another, rise up in the air at the same time, higher and higher up until the male eventually flies much higher up and lunges at the female. Both will then fly back up to that same height, and then resume their courtship with the same pattern. They will repeat this circular dance until the male finally dives and latches onto the female to mate, free-falling down to the ground. It lasts just a handful of seconds.

Hawks like the red-tailed can dive after a prey to speeds of up to 120 miles per hour (193km/h), so even though they won't reach speeds like these when mating, and even though they will be so very high up that it's not a danger, they will nonetheless free-fall, quite fast at that. It's not too hard for us to imagine what it feels like to trust someone enough to let everything go. We will all profess that we have done this at least once in our lives. And oh, of course, hawks do not endanger themselves free-falling, so like us it's a measured danger we take every time we make love with our partner.

If only we were only talking about measured danger. It's very tempting to draw parallels between hawks and us: they tend to be monogamous and to have only one lifelong partner, to build their nest before having offspring, and making improvements to it during the course of raising their chicks. Somehow, somewhat like us in that idealised, old world version of our world.

Both hawks surrender their natural instinct to fly in order to mate. They cannot reproduce if they are not in free fall. What natural capacity do we surrender when we make love? It's not a question of spatiality for us, as we do not abandon our capacity to walk or move. It's more to do with being naked and defenceless. It's about closing our eyes, lying on or near that special someone. About sleeping soundly with them. It's about surrendering our faculty to think straight, to rationalise. That's our free fall.

Our measured danger, once we have chosen a partner with whom we've built a nest, is to put our trust in them by handing a part, or parts, of our judgement so we both appreciate the distance between the apex of the spiralling up and ground zero. We trust our guts in that free fall towards the unknown, latched onto someone who like us is hurtling down – who lets themselves hurtle down with us – with only the safe knowledge that we're in this together.

And perhaps, occasionally, that poetic feeling, when hugging someone this close to our heart of hearts, of a hauntingly real, timeless free fall.
 

Thursday 18 April 2019

Pōwehi


Pōwehi is the unofficial name given to the Black Hole which was "captured on camera" -- more like its image was reconstructed from terabytes upon terabytes of data collected by a network of nine, NINE!, telescopes around the globe. It's a never-before-done feat, and it took decades, more than two hundred collaborators and a pretty penny to get it done.

It means "the adorned fathomless dark creation", and I think it's a frigging good name for such a beast. I'll let you peruse the article on the Hawaiian name, and for reference here's the article on the Black Hole per se.

Alternatively, here's what a cellist I like has done with the concept. I recommend that you read the articles while listening to the piece, it's sumptuous.

Sunday 10 February 2019

Ten years the same, ten years different


Every ten years each of us becomes Theseus' ship, or a ship of sorts. Allow me to clarify what I mean by this. Legend has it that the famous ship sailed by the hero Theseus was kept in a dry dock, prefiguring what we do with some museum pieces, for all to behold the vessel that had enabled so many feats of prowess. Plutarch wrote in this piece (nicely translated by John Dryden) that as some of the ship's planks started to rot they were replaced, and that year after year all of the original planks had been replaced so that it was logical for some to contend the very existence of Theseus' ship. If no original piece remains, it can't be the same ship, can it?

To cut a very long story short, the issue has been debated up until now, and is likely to remain so for a long time. It didn't help that Thomas Hobbes introduced a spin-off to the story (in De Corpore, 1655): the Athenians who replaced the rotten planks didn't have the heart to throw them away, but kept them in a dry place for future generations to manage. Imagine now that these future generations repaired the rotten planks and reassembled the ship to its original form. Which one would be the “real” ship of Theseus?

You might have seen me coming by now: it's sort of the same thing with us. It is now common knowledge that many, many cells in our body have a life span, that they die and are replaced in a continuous cycle. In just a few days our intestines will have renewed themselves completely. Taste buds in ten to fifteen days. It takes two weeks to a month for our body to renew its skin cells entirely. Same for our lungs. Liver cells renew in a few months (four or so). Every three to six years not a single hair on our head is the same. Bones take a decade to regenerate, while studies show that the stem cells in the heart are replaced over the course of twenty years or so.

So...are we still the same? If our entire body is completely renewed in the course of ten years, we can't really be the same “us”, can we? A person aged eighty will have shed its body eight times over, like a spider shedding its casing so it can grow. Those who are keen to question the ontological paradox cannot ignore that this comes with some caveats: only the cornea in your eyes renews its cells, the rest of the eye is the “same” age as you are. The brain doesn't renew anything during its lifespan – which therefore corresponds to your lifetime. So it must be something else.

Heraclitus proposes to answer this by taking the analogy of the river: if you step in a river one day, and you step in the same river many years later, neither the river nor yourself will be the same. The drops of water will have been long gone into the sea, and you will have experienced events which will have changed you. The key here is experience: life events change our frame of mind, our perspective and outlook on life, death and other matters. In a way, we're never ourselves entirely and fully as we constantly change.

So...no self, ever? As per usual, it's a tad more complex: our identities may change and shift over time, our bodies may not entirely be the same as our cells renew themselves, as we acquire scars. Epigenesis postulates that even though the DNA sequence is the same in every cell, our genome changes over time, epigenetic markers bearing witness to the thrives and throes of any individual's life. (Long aside here: epigenesis is a fascinating subject, I can't recommend enough that you research it for yourself...and initially I didn't want to give any pointer as I didn't want to influence anyone on this particularly hot topic, but as it's a vast and complex issue I could recommend reading this article, perhaps this one too which is less technical, and researching Lamarck, Weissmann, and Lyssenko.) In a nutshell, all the environmental changes around you which influence in one way or another your way of living, or your diet, or the need to be warm or look for colder climes etc. will leave a chemical mark in your genome, to be passed on – or not – to future generations.

Hang on, so now you're telling us that every ten years we're different all over? Well, no. Schrödinger and Heisenberg would probably frown at this, and each for different reasons, but it is theoretically possible for an object to be in two states, or for this object's state to be indeterminable, at the same time. The ship could be in two locations at the same time because if A = B and B = C then A= C, or nowhere at the same time because the ship doesn't matter, as A ≠ B and B ≠ C then A ≠ C (ergo, there is no ship). The key question here is: is reality dependent on the observer, or is it true at any time and place, regardless of whether or not people measure and attribute meaning to the thing observed? If you change every single member of your favourite football team, is it still the same team you're supporting year in and year out? That's because we attribute more internal “meaning” than what science tells us there initially is (actually science tells us that there can be no internal meaning as there might be no external meaning).

Chomsky would probably agree that our definition of “the same” is screwed because our outlook is skewed. The two ships, our bodies (rather, the different aspects of our body over time), are qualitatively identical, not numerically so. He would also gloss that we, poor human beings with limited senses and perception, externalise some of what we believe to be ontologically true onto the physical world. Our gut feeling (aka intuition) tells us this or that ought to be true but cognitively speaking we're mistaken. Same goes with Theseus' ship exemplifying our double standards. Imagine the ship in a museum: the whole ship is labelled “Original Ship of Theseus”, parts are labelled “Original bed”, “Original linen”, “Original rudder”. Some planks have been replaced: still the same ship. Most planks have been replaced: same ship. All of them: same ship. Rudder need be replaced: well, not original rudder any more...fake news! Changed linen: change the label! Do parts compose the whole? Is the whole whole even if it's no longer whole?

Perhaps the conundrum should be put differently, within a tighter set of boundaries. Being or remaining the same or different remains a valid line of questioning if we pluralise our approaches and don't consider one set of variables to be the only one worth examining. For our brains will tell us different things at different times. It might tell us that the original ship is waiting to be reassembled, and we will have to use the same elements, down to the same nails. But even if we use the same techniques as back then, would your brain tell you it's (finally!) the real ship of Theseus? How could we know? What if Theseus' crew had to change parts of the “original” ship while on board? Do we have to redefine 'original' even after every repair? Do we have to question and redefine our selves every ten years? Every other month? Is identity an ever-shifting concept, never to be grasped? What is right: our senses, our intuition, natural sciences, philosophy, quantum theory?

I'll leave you with one such theory: would it be utterly nonsensical to figure ourselves one object at a particular point of space and time, and then agree that this is “me” or “Theseus' ship”, and then agree further that this “me” is also “me” at a different point in space and time, and that these “mes” are just multiple covariants of “me”? Part and parcel of the same equation? A set of coordinates doesn't mean anything per se, and differentials can only acquire meaning if the frame of reference remains within the bounds of what we designate as 'reality'.

The answer, if there needs to be any, follows the same differential path: it shifts according to the tools with which its components are examined, and possibly lies in more than one frame of reference.

Thursday 18 July 2013

Prince Rupert's drop

I just love science!




Wikipedia says this:

Prince Rupert's Drops (also known as Dutch tears) are glass objects created by dripping molten glass into cold water. The glass cools into a tadpole-shaped droplet with a long, thin tail. The water rapidly cools the molten glass on the outside of the drop, while the inner portion of the drop remains significantly hotter. When the glass on the inside eventually cools, it contracts inside the already-solid outer part. This contraction sets up very large compressive stresses on the exterior, while the core of the drop is in a state of tensile stress. It can be said to be a kind of tempered glass. The very high residual stress within the drop gives rise to unusual qualities, such as the ability to withstand a blow from a hammer on the bulbous end without breaking, while the drop will disintegrate explosively if the tail end is even slightly damaged. (Source)

Tuesday 25 December 2012

Birth, life and fading of the Northern Lights over Lake Inari

 1st picture 9:48pm, Lake Inari, North-East

 Due West

 Due North


 The Lights grow stronger..

 ...and stronger...

 ...and start undulating.

 Peak of activity, starting around 10:30pm

The dance is starting, impossible to capture with a still picture

But 'tis engraved in my memory 






























We can now feel the activity is much less intense, the Lights are fading. It's about 11pm 





The last fringes of the first Northern Lights I ever saw slowly fade into space.
I will never forget.

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