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I've never been to
Portland, Oregon but over the years have heard good things said
about the place. We all know there is no such place as Shangri-La,
but if what is generally said about Portland is correct, it may come
close to being what I would consider a perfect city.
Couple of weeks ago I viewed a TV program about Portland and the state of Oregon regarding a monumental land use decision they made in the 1970s. I don't know all the details but basically Oregon passed a law setting aside certain lands for residential and urban development while preserving others for agriculture and forestry.
The city of Portland drew a line around the city and called it an urban growth boundary. Essentially, the people of the city were saying, “We don't want to become larger than this boundary in order to preserve the quality of life we now enjoy.”
Furthermore, they had the foresight to realize that increased dependence on the private automobile would rapidly diminish quality of life so they began a series of efforts to forestall the invasion of cars and freeways into their lives and culture. They even went so far as to physically remove a fairly new freeway and turn the land into a riverside park for the city's residents.
Instead of private transportation, Portland opted for a sophisticated system of public mass transportation utilizing street cars, buses, and bicycle paths. It is possible to get to most areas of the city by taking a street car and then walking a couple of blocks. One couple said they live what they call a , “20 minute lifestyle.” They structure their lives on what can be had within a 20 minute street car ride from their home.
The establishment of an urban growth barrier has led to building up rather than out with emphasis on the development of self-sufficient neighborhoods in which most of life's needs are within a short walk, unlike suburban development which is dependent on using the car every time one needs a quart of milk.
Given what's taking place in the Gulf of Mexico today it has become even more critical that we, as a society, start adopting life styles that are more attentive to the needs of the environment. One model our towns and cities need to examine and consider is offered by Oregon and Portland.
Larry Chapman, June 17, 2010: Submit Comments
West Virginia; Almost Heaven?a>
Back around 1998 I decided to take US Route 52 from Portsmouth to
Charleston, SC. For much of its journey through West Virginia the road
follows the Big Sandy River that separates WV from KY. Once you turn south off of
I-64 it doesn't take long to know that you're entering coal country. Through
West Virginia, US 52 parallels a multi-track line of the Norfolk & Southern
RR hauling black gold out of the mountains of the Mountain State. Who knows what the
destination of all the coal cars is but a major portion are headed for the
banks of the Big Sandy. For several miles the river is navigable and along
its shores lie a great number of transfer facilities where coal is offloaded
from the trains and loaded onto river barges destined for the Ohio River and
beyond. Between the mouth of the
Big Sandy on the north and Bluefield, WV on the south all life centers on
coal. If you have a job that is worth having it is probably related to coal.
You either dig it from under the ground, drive a piece of machinery that
tears the tops off mountains, work for the railroad hauling the stuff or
drive in one of the never ending caravans of heavy semi tractor-trailers
hauling from the mines to the nearest transfer station. The closer one gets to
Williamson, WV the clearer it becomes that not everyone has one of these
jobs. Fact is, it appears that many have no job; the poverty in this region
is beyond belief. It may not be any worse than other places but in WV the
scarcity of flat land forces poverty to become concentrated. If there is a
spot of land large enough for a mobile home, there will be three sitting
there. If somehow you could remove
most of the people, along with most of the coal related industries, US 52
would be one of the most scenic routes in America. It follows fast flowing
mountain streams through deep canyons covered with hardwood forests and
rocky outcroppings. It is hard land and making a living on it wouldn't have
been easy for anyone, including those who originally settled it. It has been approximately
twelve years since I first visited this area and decided I wanted to go back
and see if there had been any progress. I think the recent mining disaster,
with the loss of twenty nine miners got me thinking about it.
So this morning, April 10th I
saddled up my Town and Country pony and headed out for my brother's in North
Carolina for some saltwater fishing. Instead of taking I-77 I once again
opted for the 2-lane rather than the super slab. Sad to say, not much has
changed for the good. The condition of the highway is very good which is of
note given all the heavy truck traffic in these hard economic times. Seeing
the miles of empty coal cars sitting along the rail sidings I don't know if
the mines are at capacity or not. I witnessed only a couple of trains
actually going some place; most were just sitting at idle. Maybe that was
simply due to it being a Saturday. I didn't notice very many
new mobile homes but there seemed to be a larger number of those that were
abandoned, burnt out, or otherwise unfit for habitation. I once believed
that Bridges was where old trailers went to die. Now I think Bridges is just
a staging area for further transfer to WV. The new mobile homes I
encountered were several clusters of sterile white homes neatly lined up on
gravel paved lots. These were FEMA housing units that were assembled several
years ago for victims of flooding along the Big Sandy River. One thing I didn't notice
was the out house that was built on a cantilevered platform overhanging the
creek. One would sit on the hole and make their deposit directly into the
flowing waters. Possibly it fell in or the government finally wiped it out
(pun intended). On my first trip I stopped
in a brand new Big K-Mart store south of Welch, WV. Welch is the capital of
McDowell county which is the southern most county in West Virginia. The huge
modern store was sitting in the middle of nowhere. I later asked an Amateur
Radio friend of mine who lived in Welch about the store and he said that
there was so much government relief money coming into McDowell county each
month that K-Mart wanted to get their hands on it before people drove on
into Bluefield or Princeton and spent it in other places. On this trip I noticed a
brand new Wal-Mart Super Store and the K-Mart was gone. The reader will have
to decide if that is a step forward or backward. I stopped at a Wal-Mart in
Princeton, WV and on the way out I got to talking to a young
African-American man who lived in the area. One of the questions I had
related to the large concentration of blacks in the area south of Welch. Of
all the places I didn't expect to see a community of blacks, WV would be one
of them.
His answer was simple, jobs. Just like
immigrants from Italy, Ireland and many Eastern European nations, blacks
migrated to WV for jobs in the coal mines back in the 19th
century. This man's grandfather had arrived in Elkhorn, WV way back and went
to work in the mines just as today's youth are doing. The difference being,
with mechanization there are far fewer jobs and, according to my source,
today's jobs don't pay as well due to union busting. I asked him how powerful
Massey Energy Company was and he said, “enormous.” He credited Massey with
the demise of wages and safety conditions in the mines. Apparently Massey
moved into the mining operations in the 1990s and showered the workers with
bonuses and benefits in exchange for voting out the UMW. Later, they changed
their policies, lowered both wages and benefits and, as we now know, turned
a blinder eye towards mine safety. This young man worked for a
power company and was earning $32 an hour plus benefits. He said that black
hat (experienced) miners once earned a comparable wage but now their wages
are closer to $20 with fewer benefits. Beginning red hat (apprentice miners)
miners start out at $7 an hour. I gave him my summation
about the area and asked if he would agree. I said that as I drove down
route 52 It appeared that unless you were a minor, a railroader, a truck
driver, a teacher, in a medical field, or worked for a utility company you
were only left with low end jobs in retail sales and fast food. Or, you were
on government relief of some sort. He only questioned my
inclusion of coal truck drivers. According to him, the guys who drive coal
trucks, “which is a very dangerous and difficult job,” don't make a decent
living. They are essentially working for minimum wage and are staying alive
by working overtime. A couple of final
observations would include how friendly and gracious the people I met were.
I stopped at several yard sales and gas stations along the way and did a
little gabbing. Everyone was open for a chat and seemed to welcome me to
their state. One yard sale lady even treated me like I was some kind of
royalty touring the area. If only she knew! Finally, I didn't see all
the foreclosure signs you typically see when driving around the country
these days. These poor old hillbillies didn't seem to get sucked into the
get something for nothing ploys that the rest of America fell for and have
been able to retain ownership of their modest homes. They aren't wearing
near the egg on their faces as many other, more sophisticated, Americans
are. Larry
Chapman, April 12, 2010: Submit
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Yes, sir, they sure are a tough old
couple.
Have you met them yet?
I sure hope not for they control almost everything that we
hold dear.
Do you
remember the cute, sweet, young ladies that were in your high school
class? The very special
way they had of walking down the hallway?
“Would you look at the swing on that back porch,” was the
order of the day; whatever ever that meant!
How about the
really pretty ones who tried to look all gown up, but we knew that
they were only 15, 16, or maybe 17 years old.
What ever happened to them?
They were slim, trim, and very attractive, but now they look
something like Roseanne Conners, on a good day.
One day while
I was in
I could say
the same thing about the young men.
Just “hanging around” trying to look neat and cool.
Hair combed just right,
We all fall to
the sound of their summons, we have to get older and leave the past
and hope of the best future possible.
Who is
responsible for these changes? Well it is that
tough old couple, Mother Nature and Father Time.
My step-father, Ralph Stewart, told a joke back in the 50s or early 60s, the "deeper meaning" of which I have been reminded at times. "It's an amazing invention," he said of the coffee vending machine. "I dropped a dime in, pushed a button and it started making coffee.
Then, it dropped a cup into a slot. I pushed another button and it added sugar! Then, it drank the damned thing for me!"
Technology is so wonderful when you put the first dime in, but then what? Your old television won't work without a digital box, the reason for digital never being explained; your cell phone has no bars although you are driving right by a tower, and a collection of movies will become obsolete when all the DVD players have died.
As usual, my thoughts move toward the toilet. These days, as you travel, public toilets have become high tech. Now, as you rise from the seat, the crapper flushes and makes the fruits of your grunting disappear before you can note if they are "sinkers" or "floaters."
What's worse, you occasionally sit on what I call the four-flusher. Your concentration is broken during the first squeeze and cold water splashes onto your parts as the high-tech eye of the toilet suffers some sort of blindness. Before you can finish, you have been treated at least thrice by this bidet wannabe.
I think they pay for these new fangled pots by cheating us on toilet paper, so thin you can read through it and so narrow, well... I call it "John Wayne toilet paper." It won't take any shit off of anybody.
By the way, anyone have a copy of "Facebook For Dumbasses"? I have to call Carrie whenever I want to do something with this program. Younger folks have a leg up on this technology stuff. No shit!
Jeff Pollard, March 30, 2010: Submit Comment
The Gift of Life; It Could be Within Your Power!Theresa Hadley Staten recently told me about her medical condition and ask if I might help get the word out about her needing a kidney transplant. Certainly I replied in the affirmative and I'm asking you to do the same...help spread the word and/or consider being tested as a potential donor. The following is Theresa's summary of who she is and the nature of her condition.
"I've inherited my dad's polycystic kidneys, and they have a mind of their own. At some point, probably a couple of years, I'm going to need a kidney transplant. I refuse to do dialysis if I can help it because it would keep me from working, and I have too much nurse left in me to do that! So, I'll hopefully find a donor, be off work for a couple of months, then get back to life as usual.
I'm feeling fine now, no symptoms. There are complications that can arise between now and the transplant (such as anemia and high potassium), but the only thing that has been affected so far is my parathyroid (I'm taking medication for that now). I'm not worried at all because it's all in God's hands.
I am shamelessly going to say that if you are blood type A or O (positives & negatives do not matter) and are in good health, think about getting tested. My insurance will take care of your bills, and you would just have to take a little time off of work.
You can visit www.transplantliving.org to read about the process & what to expect. If you're interested, you can call OSU and talk to Bonnie (800-293-8965, option 4, then option 2).
About me: I’ve been married to Rusty for 22 years. We have three children, ages 17, 19 and 20. Rusty has a daughter (25) who recently gave birth to our first grandchild. I have been a nurse for almost three years, and am currently pursuing my Bachelor’s in nursing.
In the future I would like to teach, and also possibly work in Hospice. We are members of Sugar Grove United Methodist Church, where Rusty is the Music Minister and I lead the Media Ministry.
Rusty and I are also involved in Emmaus, which is a spiritual renewal program intended to strengthen the local church through the development of Christian disciples and leaders. I love music, and sing with the church’s Worship Team and Choir.
My favorite things to do at home are cooking/baking, photography, and watching movies. My kids can't get tested because they have a 50% chance of developing the same disease."
Theresa Hadley Staten, March 24, 2010: Submit Comments
Clean up your life, get a goldfish!
Maybe it's a spring cleaning thing or just a little cabin fever. Whichever, I just finished vacuuming and shampooing the carpet in the living and dining rooms.
To accomplish this we recently purchased a new vacuum cleaner specifically designed for the removal of pet hair and a middle quality shampooer. Together they required the expenditure of over a $400 dollar bill.
They work great and the carpet looks like it did when it was installed two years ago. But, just how deceiving are looks? What this new equipment does besides sucking up carpet stuff is, it tells you just how much dirt you live with.
The vacuum is a bag less wind tunnel model with a see through canister. I emptied it before beginning this project, swept the carpet and it was jam packed with hair, dust and god knows what else.
Then I went over everything with the new shampooer and emptied out three buckets of dark gray dirty water. The color, contents, and aroma of that water was simply disgusting.
Finally, after all had dried, I emptied the vacuum again and went over the entire carpet. Damned if the see through canister didn't pick up yet another load of hair, etc. What the hell is going on here? How can this be?
I have two possible answers. First, the Hoover Company has invented and made part of their sweepers a device that makes what looks like hair and throws it into the canister to create the illusion that is is really getting down into the carpet where the dust bunnies live. I picture this device as looking something akin to a small cotton candy machine you'd see at a carnival.
Secondly, and probably closer to the truth, it is all due to the five cats that I tolerate and one hairy old dog that I love. If a person honestly stands back and gives some thought to keeping house pets they would not do it. There is absolutely no viable reason for a person to live amongst the dander and debris that sheds from a pet.
If you need companionship walk out on the back porch and pet your dog. If must have something to cuddle with, get a teddy bear or a Snuggie blanket. If you demand something be nearby that is cute, get a goldfish. At least goldfish bathe often, don't require grooming, never need to visit the vet, don't require spaying or neutering, don't eat a couple hundred bucks worth of food a month and you'll never step on a goldfish turd while grilling hamburgers in the back yard.
I'll be back later, gotta' go let the dog out!
Larry Chapman, March 8, 2010: submit comments
Apple Trees, Out Houses and Homesteading
My mother in law is a great clipper of newspaper
articles. Anytime she sees something in the paper that one of us might find
interesting she clips it out and sees that we get it. Since Johnny
Appleseed’s real name was Chapman, I’ve received several clippings regarding
he who may have been a distant relative.
Recently she handed me a clipping from the
Columbus Dispatch regarding Appleseed and the roll the simple apple played
in early
Anyway, back in the early 1960s I was
someplace between Needles and


There was no natural water on the place so several times a year the minister paid the local volunteer fire department to haul water out to his cabin and fill up the raised wooden water tower next to the house. In the bathroom and the kitchen there were tin cans with “use rate charts” taped to them. It cost a quarter to flush the toilet, a dime to wash your hands, so much to shower, so much to wash the dishes, etc.
Larry Chapman, February 16, 2010: submit comments
Heating with Wood Warms you Twice. Really?
Linda Fugate’s piece about being a firewood
warrior got me to thinking about the twelve years my family heated
with wood. Back at the time I was a subscriber to Mother Earth News
and had decided burning wood was the ecologically correct thing to
do. 
Fire wood is a renewable source of energy and
Mother said anything one could do to get off the “grid” was a good
thing. When I considered a floor plan for our home I, by design,
placed a chimney in the middle of the home so the wood stove would
be central and able to radiate more evenly throughout the house.
In choosing a stove I went with a quality,
American made, cast iron number from Vermont Castings. It wasn’t
cheap but represented quality and that era’s leading efficiency. I
purchased the largest model they manufactured, the Defiant.
When you are going to heat with wood your
needs don’t begin or end with buying a stove. I already owned an old
pickup truck. A pickup truck or good trailer is a necessity for
gathering wood unless you can afford to purchase your wood and have
the seller deliver it to your back porch.
I also ended up with a couple of good chain
saws, a splitting maul, sledge hammer, half dozen steel wedges,
several axes, a pole pick for rolling and lifting logs to be sawed
to length, couple of homemade saw bucks, files and sharpening
devices too numerous to keep track of, supplies of 2-cycle and chain
oil, spare cutting chains, tools to replace cutting chains, log
chains for dragging logs out of the woods behind the garden tractor,
a garden tractor, a two-wheeled wagon to pull with the garden
tractor, asbestos fire gloves, ash bucket, ash shovel, firewood
carrier to bring wood into the house, hepa filtered vacuum cleaner
to clean around the stove, chimney cleaning equipment, safety ropes
and ladders to get up on the roof to clean the chimney, fire
extinguishers designed to put out chimney fires, and an insurance
company standing behind me that would pay to replace the house when
I burnt it to the ground.
Furthermore, it is also nice to have a couple
young daughters who know how to physically work hard and pretty
enough to attract teenage boys to put to work while they’re sniffing
around the girls.
There is an old saying that heating with wood
warms you twice, once while you’re cutting the wood and again when
you’re burning it. Actually, it warms you more times than that.
Cutting wood is but one activity, carrying and stacking wood is yet
another opportunity to get warmed up. There is further warmth in
going to get the wood when the stove needs replenished and again you
may experience some beads of perspiration cleaning up around the
stove and vacuuming the tracks you made on the carpet hauling in the
wood and/or carrying out the ashes.
Another old saying or claim is that there are
no BTUs like those gotten from burning wood. Well, as far as I know
a BTU is a BTU regardless of its source. What I think is behind this
claim is that most people buy a stove that is too large for the area
they are heating. Thus, the temperature is always much higher than
what is typical in the average American household.
Such was certainly the case with our
purchasing the Defiant model stove. To reduce the production of
creosote a fire has to be permitted to burn at a high enough level
to ignite the escaping gasses as they exit the chimney. If the
temperature of the fumes isn’t high enough they condense on the
walls of the chimney in the form of creosote. Accumulated creosote
becomes a major fire hazard at worse and a cause to frequently clean
your chimney at best.
Having too large a stove and burning it high
enough to keep the creosote production down will typically result in
you melting in your underwear while watching TV or opening the doors
and windows of your house in the middle of January. So, what most
people do is choke down the air intake to a level where the fire is
barely burning but is creating tons of creosote.
Everything about burning wood isn’t bad,
however. As a family it kept us together working on a common and
important project. Even after all the equipment cost, we did save
money and those savings permitted some recreational activities that
otherwise wouldn’t have been possible. I think my kids learned how
to work hard and because of the physical activity, we were all in
better condition. Those twelve years also made for some great
stories that pop up ever so often at family gatherings.
Not all the stories are happy stories. My
girls still recall how cold their bedrooms were in those days. We
were never able to successfully get the air flow to deliver enough
BTUs to the upstairs. But while they may have been freezing upstairs
it was a typical 85 degrees downstairs.
One becomes acclimated to living in a very
warm home and as to be expected, visiting the homes of normal people
who maintain their thermostats around 70 degrees, is a chilling
experience.
We still have the old Defiant, we still have
several acres of forest and we still have the basic tools. What we
don’t still have is the desire, or the need, to engage in all the
work needed. Several years ago I converted the stove over to a set
of gas logs and on that rare occasion when I need the flicker of a
flame I just amble over to the hearth and push that red igniter
button and voila, flame, flicker, and a few BTUs.
Mother Earth is probably not smiling, but I
am.
Larry Chapman, February 6, 20
Never will it be said that I am an outdoorsman or, more appropriately, an outdoorswoman. Hunting, fishing, trapping, and traipsing through the woods on a cold, hot or lukewarm day hold little appeal to this city-bred girl. But I refuse, absolutely refuse, to back down from a challenge. If something needs done, I will get it done. Somehow.
We
live within the boundaries of a rural village community. As
late autumn turns the golds and reds
and yellows of leaves to the coppers and browns and
rusts of pre-winter death, the
temperature drop causes me to exhibit a firewood frenzy.
Reminding my husband that
we still need firewood becomes
a daily ordeal.
This is not a new need, but instead a request he
has been hearing since
early August. The
local farming community benefits from couples such as us by
selling off their cleared,
split and downed trees as firewood. We don’t have to
purchase equipment and vehicles to do a job we not only don’t
have the inclination to do, but don’t have the talent either.
My mate is a good guy, but he has limited and selective memory. He can name his teachers from kindergarten through high school, remember the traumatic date his favorite bowling establishment burned to the ground, melting his beloved equipment down to the size of softballs, and directions to an obscure vacation spot we once visited. However, he rarely recalls what I asked him to do yesterday. We have interesting conversations about these very issues.
As a member of the good old boy network, he assures me he works with a man that will be able to supply all of our auxiliary heating needs. Questioning when this magical fuel will be gracing our breezeway, “as soon as he gets it split” is the reply.
The big day finally arrives. My husband pulls into the drive, backing the trailer near the barn. Night is falling and the decision to leave the solid warming material in the trailer for the evening seems best. We will soon be a little warmer.
As the first few logs make their way from the trailer to the back porch, and then from the back porch to our cold, dark wood stove, I question its seasoning. Yup, it is seasoned, I’m told. It feels heavy and damp. I suspect the seasoning was not time, but a part of the Colonel’s original secret recipe. This assumption is better not said aloud. The wood is not only slow to start burning, but also difficult to keep burning. These facts create concerns. Another disturbing issue looms as a greater concern, at least from my view. All of the logs are at least 18” long. The wood stove holds 16” logs. To my spouse, this is not an impossible situation to deal with. One just has to angle it in. Right! I think to myself. To me, fully a foot shorter than he, it is quite a challenge. Due to my lack of height and limited strength, I often balance my forearms on my knees to add larger pieces of wood to a burning fire. Maneuverability, for both the log and me, is precarious. Those occasions where I have rushed out the back door carrying a too - long log flambé are not high on my list of activities I care to repeat.
My next day off from work, I decide to remedy the situation. Our household has scores of useful and expensive tools, many often used only once or twice. One of these items is a reciprocating saw. You know the one – the saw that cuts anything. Ours is electric, better for
my use. What a thoughtful guy! This handy little saw will trim those weighty and oversized logs into manageable pieces!
After locating the saw and equipping the cutting site, I begin lugging the logs, one or two at a time, from the storage area on the back porch to the side of the barn. I would carry more, but remember the lack of seasoning? They are too heavy for me to accomplish picking up more in any load.
In the event of potential injury or accident, my mind considers a personal escape plan. I have established the exact position of my cell phone and have determined the preferred direction of my fall, should one be necessary. One can never be too prepared, you know. Past experience has proven this the case.
Using the saw-that-cuts-anything, the attack begins. Propping the maiden victim on the concrete step, I turn on the power and attack with determination. The saw has a jarring vibration that rattles from fingertips to teeth. This same vibration also sends the wood scooting across the sidewalk. My vertical stature, or lack of it, shares a similar fate with my horizontal supports. In other words, the feet work to hold me upright, but are too small to hold the log securely, allowing the logs to attempt a getaway. Throughout the entire process there is a pattern – cut, scoot, roll, cut, scoot, roll.
After trimming eight to ten logs, a process taking several hours, the saws’ weight seems to share the hefty characteristics of a utility pole, making it difficult to lift. The similarity continues with my arms. I have had enough. I am through. I quit. Pulling the plug and packing the saw into its case, the tools return to their place of origin. Tossing the wood scraps into the kindling bucket, I haul it to the kitchen. The now shorter logs return to the back porch in the
same manner they left, two at a time. Returning to the house to test my work, I will need to scrunch the paper, add kindling, and strike the match. If all goes well, the materials will ignite and I will watch to evaluate when to add larger pieces. When the blaze rises higher and my challenge is history, I wander off to the bathroom for a bandage for my wound – the paper cut I received from the difficult task of wadding and adding paper to a cold stove.
The score is Warrior 1, Firewood 0.
Linda Terwilliger-Fugate, February 5, 2010, Submit a comment.
Free Energy...Well, Maybe Not!
“The energy in the air turbulence behind cars could be harnessed to power cell phones or other electronics inside a vehicle, says a Discovery News report citing City College of New York
researchers. The scientists are working on a device that uses strips of piezoelectric material, which generates an electric current when compressed. The flow of air around the device causes it to vibrate, producing electricity.”
At first glance the above news release sounds like an incredible idea. The basics of piezoelectricity have been known for years and are as close to us as the igniter that fires up your propane grill or the electrical pickup inside your acoustic/electric guitar.
But, the thought of using an existing technology to create a new, clean, and very inexpensive source of electricity is certainly worth our attention. Could this be the energy “Holy Grail?” I don’t think so.
After a few moments considering what this could mean the thought struck me that, what’s the big deal? Why do we need another means to recharge our cell phones, IPods, etc. while driving down the highway? Doesn’t our car’s alternator provide the same opportunity via its cigarette lighter receptacle?
I don’t know enough about such things to fully understand the potential of this scientific research but I certainly hope the potential goes further than what has been reported.
Possibly the science dudes will come up with a piezoelectric generating device that is both large enough and efficient enough to recharge an electric car’s batteries while it is quietly swishing down the Interstate. Voila, perpetual motion!
Maybe one of you engineering types out there can shed a little piezoelectric powered light on all this. In the meanwhile, I’m just going to sit here scratching my hair and trying to recharge my IPod from the static electricity it generates. Here kitty-kitty!
Larry Chapman, December 10, 2009, Submit a comment.
It has been a number of years since I was last in a Sears’ store. However, last week I was in
Chillicothe shopping for a new vacuum cleaner and remembered that at one time the Sears Kenmore sweeper had a pretty good reputation.
So, I drove into the mall and found a parking space in front of H.H. Gregg. Deciding to do a little comparative shopping I went into the vulture’s lair to check out their offerings and prices. I had done my Internet consumer homework before leaving home and Gregg had what I was looking for.
Armed with info I walked over to the Sears store and found a much larger selection including the model I had just seen at Sears’ competitor. Sears was $2 higher but their return policy was ninety-days versus two weeks. For a couple of bucks I went with Sears and the better customer satisfaction policy.
They gave me a receipt and instructed me to drive around to the side and the new vacuum would be loaded into my van. While I was waiting for the warehouse dudette to come out with my new Hoover I noticed a rack of Sears catalogs, one being the 2009 Christmas Wishbook.
I hadn’t seen a Wishbook in many years so I picked one up and began thumbing through it. Somehow I must have expected a return of the thrill I experienced as a child when the Sears-Roebuck Christmas Catalog appeared in our mailbox.
Instead of being a reminder of my past it turned out to be a reminder of just how much has changed in the last 50-60 years. Sears is no longer in the serious toy biz. There are no more pages of Lionel or American Flyer electric train sets, Gilbert
chemistry sets, Erector sets, Silvertone guitars, J.C. Higgins camping gear. Roy Roger’s cowboy pistol sets, nor lots more. You’ll find a few pages of toys but they are of the Fisher-Price kind and aimed for a much younger audience. In fact, I doubt kids young enough to be interested in these toys would even be capable of understanding the concept of a catalog.
I don’t know who today still orders from the Sears catalog but obviously there are enough shut ins living on remote Utah goat ranches to justify the cost of printing them.
Somehow though, I’m glad that Sears still prints an annual Wishbook. Maybe it’s just comforting to know that there is still a constant in my life.
So, now that I’ve written this little essay, I’m going to fix myself a mug of hot chocolate, grab a couple Christmas sugar cookies, lie on the carpet in front of the TV, wear out the pages of my Wishbook and dream of Santa’s arrival.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Larry Chapman
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Holiday traditions – everyone has a few. Some are quirky, some are new, and some simmered in the love of generations.
Twas the Night Before Christmas appeared in the newspaper of my hometown every Christmas eve. Annually during my childhood it was read to us, first by our parents, later
by an older sister, eventually by an older brother, and after all of them had moved on or passed on, my brother and I read it to each other. The tradition was our tie to the past. When my children arrived, the tradition continued. Other traditions began with them.
There was the annual countdown paper chain. Thanksgiving evening the boys would cut and assemble paper rings to represent the number of days from Thanksgiving to Christmas. Each day in between, they removed one link. This worked especially well when they were learning to count. Both chose to continue this throughout high school.
Then there was the Christmas cookie bake-off. Everyone participated, decorated and ate lots of cookie dough without getting salmonella. Somehow, I was the one to clean up. There is a tradition I wish we could replace!
The last few years have found all of us far apart. Initially this was a sad situation. Jobs, school, and outside obligations made us miss each other during the holidays. Two years ago, we hit upon an idea – and started a new tradition. At a prearranged time, we all fire up our computers and webcams for a live, almost in person Christmas. With the right equipment, you can connect everything to your television and sound system. We can see each other as we talk and open gifts. There is not the inconvenience and insanity of airports and highways to deal with. Later, we relax knowing that everyone is well, happy and safe.
Technology scores a hit with new traditions!
Linda Fugate, December 4, 2009, Submit a comment.
For a number of years my wife has kept a supply of coffee flavored hard candies around the house. They were made by a small century old candy company in Chicago. A year ago she went to reorder and discovered the company was ceasing operations because of foreign competition.
While in the
city one day she found another similar candy and bought a pound. From a wrapper she got the maker’s name and found them online. A phone call later and she order a year’s supply.
Well, the year’s worth ran out and the new shipment arrived this past Friday. While opening up the box I noticed that this candy was, “Made in Indonesia.” It was made in Indonesia by possibly the very company that had put the Chicago candy makers out of business.
On occasion I also see something coming into the house called, I think, Teddy Bear Cookies. They come in various flavors, none of which taste good to me. My wife buys them for the grandkids to munch on. The kids love them as much as we adults like
online bingo. .One evening, while helping store the groceries, I read the label on a pack of these snack cookies and discovered they were baked in India.
While I have always been concerned about buying American first, I have become even more aware of labels in recent years. The reason is simple, while buying T-shirts made in Mexico or cars made in Korea puts our jobs at risk, buying food products from foreign sources puts our physical health at risk.
One of the local chain stores had a sale on whole beef filets this spring. Great price and they would cut it to your specifications. I decided to stock up on grilling beef but discovered at the meat department the beef was a product of Mexico. It is at times difficult to maintain my faith in the USDA Inspected stamp, I have no faith in a cow raised and butchered in Mexico.
Fish is another food item that is becoming more difficult for me to purchase. Pick up about any pack of frozen fish or other seafood and look for the country of origin. Most will be labeled “caught in the wild” and “Product of China.” If we can’t trust the Chinese to sell their own citizens milk that isn’t tainted why should we have faith in any of their food exports? Hell, their children’s toys aren’t even safe for little kids to gnaw on.
Recently I came across a new and humorous labeling scheme for trying to skirt consumer concern. The Chinese are now labeling some fish as, “Caught in American Waters, Product of China.” Somehow, for me, that is no more comforting than the old product of China label. Matter of fact, isn’t that telling me they are infringing on our natural resources? Why are Chinese fishing vessels in American waters competing with American fishing boats?
This column came about because of two things. First, believing that all Carhartt clothing was American made I picked up a new pair of their jeans last week. I didn’t read the label and discovered yesterday they were made in Mexico. The second stimulus came from an email I received.
It was from a woman who had discover two instances where the named brand product she had been using for years was being made offshore while a discounted “no-name” version, selling for “half the price,” was made in America. Her claim also included the statement that each performed just as well as the higher priced brand name version.
So, if some outfit in Cleveland, Ohio can make light bulbs and compete, while selling at a discount, why the hell can’t I buy Teddy Bear shaped cookies made in Buffalo, New York or a pair of blue jeans made in Greensboro, North Carolina?
I suppose one simple answer is, not enough of us look at any label except the price label or the brand name. Certainly that is not the only answer but, if increasing numbers of American consumers began considering where their tangibles come from it may begin to have an affect on fostering increased manufacturing here at home.
P.S. The American colonies began life as a source of natural resources for the manufacturing giants of Europe, especially England. There is evidence that we are returning to that lowly status. Increasingly labels are showing up that read, “Made in China of American Materials.” Didn’t we fight a revolution once to change all of that?
P.P.S. My wife came in from the grocery with a box of Bud's Best Teddy Bear Cookies. Box proudly states, "Proudly made in the U.S.A." Matter of fact, Alabama, U.S.A.!
Larry Chapman, October 6, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
It sounds kind of cool and intimidating, but what does it mean? To a mathematician, a physicist, or a computational scientist calling a system complex, or calling it dynamic has some very specific implications. I've spent the last several years being all three, so this sort of meaning is really
attached to how I think.
(No narrow expressions of geekdom for me. I'm a polyfunctional geek.)
Start by defining a system. Simply thought about, a system is the thing you are trying to study, including all of the parts that are required to provide a sensible description.
So, if you are looking at the crash that happens when one car runs a red light and hits another, the system is the two cars. The bent metal and broken glass on one car is hard to understand if your description doesn't include the second car. However, there is no need to include the police car that arrives on the scene later to file a report. The police car had nothing to do with the crash or the damage, so it isn't important to describing the crash and damage. If the goal changes and you want to describe the process of filing an insurance claim and getting the car fixed, the police car becomes part of the system. The claim will require that a police report is filed, and the police car is part of how that step happens.
The system is always defined after you decide what to describe or explain. It is the core of the descriptive process. Doctors treat diseases in the context of different body systems; mechanics fix cars in terms or different automotive systems; diplomats develop international agreements to mesh the penumbras of different governmental systems. In fact, for each blog entry I have written, I have defined a system and built the descriptions and explanations in the context of that system. So, at least for me, the use of a system is much broader than just in the physical sciences.
One simple way to classify systems is by telling whether they change in time. In reality, as Shelley pointed out in the poem Ozymandias everything changes over time. However it is often OK to say that something doesn't change much in the time you care about. For example, the tectonic plate that most of North America is sitting on is moving to the West all the time. If you live a fairly average life span, Greenfield will be a few inches farther West on the globe when you die than it was when you were born. I have never taken that into account when driving to town, and I bet no one else does, either. Greenfield isn't really stationary on the globe, but it is close enough for anything I ever do. Many simple systems are the same. They don't change enough over the time of interest for a description to make the change matter.
Contrasting with that is a dynamic system. Dynamic systems change quickly enough that the change matters. Try an example. Go outside and get a big rock - about the largest you can pick up - and lift it high in the air. Stick your foot out so that your toes are right under the rock. Now let go of the rock. Keep reading once you get back from the Emergency room.
When you let go of the rock, it became a dynamic system. Its position was changing quickly enough that you couldn't explain what you saw without including the change. You also found out that the rock was not the whole system when the rock landed on your foot. Any description of the system that leaves out your foot will not help your doctor understand why you are at the Emergency room.
A different way to classify systems is using the terms simple and complex. This classification is much fuzzier than that into static and dynamic. There is no single test you can apply and know if the system is simple or complex. In many systems it is an almost aesthetic distinction. In most cases it boils down to mathematics, and what kinds of problems humans have figured out how to solve in detail.
However, the behavior of simple systems is much easier to describe than that of complex systems. A simple system does something that is fairly easy to predict. (More accurately, it is easy for someone with the right skills to predict. If you don't know what you're talking about, nothing is easy.) A pool game played on a good quality table is simple. Any decent physicist can calculate the strike of the cue stick on the cue ball, the motion of the cue ball along the table (including things like English), the cue ball striking other balls, the bounce of a ball off of a rail: the whole game can be calculated to within millimeters or less if someone wants to do the work. That does not mean that most physicists are good pool players. I've spent time at pool tables in bars with several other physicists and most of us do not play well. However our problem is that we don't practice enough to control the cue stick well enough to do what we want. It is not that we can't figure out what to do. Pool is a simple game, and calculating a pool game is a simple problem.
Complex calculations are a different matter. In a complex system, there is no known way to produce an accurate enough answer that the errors won't come to dominate the answer. It may be possible to produce a short term answer that is good enough, but it is not possible to produce a long term answer that is anything better than a guess. The long term details are not accessible with any known technique. Even worse, in many situations it is possible to prove that the long term answers will never be accessible. This is because in some systems even the tiniest errors blow up over time and become bigger than the answer. Effectively the calculation loses the ability to tell you any details about reality.
The best known example of this is the weather. As I write this, central Ohio is under a high wind advisory until 2 AM tonight. No one can tell what the gusts will be like at my house at 7 PM this evening. That is only a few hours from now, but the details are lost in any attempt to calculate what the winds are going to do. I could improve any calculation by collecting more data, and using more precise equipment to do the collecting, but this is not enough. I can imagine measuring the wind every 5 feet, across the entire Midwest. (No one could afford to do this, but I can still imagine it.) Combined with other weather measurements made at the same stations it might seem like this is enough to predict details for a few hours into the future. Put aside the computational problems of processing all this data fast enough to matter and the answer is still no. The tiny errors in a measurement close to Wilmington are enough to make predictions close to Greenfield for a half an hour later pretty sketchy. Projecting conditions close to Bloomington, IN out far enough to reach Greenfield is almost pointless.
This is a common feature of complex systems. Long range detailed predictions are not possible, no matter what measurements are made or what facilities are available to process the data. What can be done? Trends and averages are available in many systems. So, even though no one can tell you what the temperature and other weather conditions in Greenfield will be like next June 17, I can easily tell you that the temperature will almost certainly be higher than it will be on February 15 of the same year. I can also tell you with near complete certainty that the average temperature for June will be higher than the average for February and that the total precipitation will probably be higher in June than in February. Those are examples of averages and annual trends. Longer term trends are also possible. For example, if I compare the average temperature for June of 2010 to that for June each decade since the founding of Greenfield a little over 200 years ago I find that the average for the month is going up quite clearly.
Complex dynamic systems are hard to talk about usefully, so why should I bother? Because almost everything in the world that is important is a complex dynamic system. The weather is one example. Other examples are the operation of the human brain, genetic development in a real environment, any ecological system, clean winter availability, the orbits of the planets around the Sun, the local, regional, national and world economies, pollutant dispersion, a properly functioning car, and almost anything else you can think of that is important in the real world. As we recall from my blog on quantum mechanics the goal of science is to talk about the real world, so if the real world is complex and dynamic then science must try and describe such things as well as possible.
Arguing from utility, one reason for science is to understand systems well enough that we as humans can use them to our advantage. (This is not, in my opinion the only reason.) We study the properties of building materials so we can build better and safer houses, cars, bridges and other constructs. We study plant biology with an eye toward what the plant can provide to improve the human world. We study human physiology to improve human health. Every branch of science has as one goal developing a means to control systems and provide benefits to humans. So, it is reasonable to ask about how to control complex systems. (Hold off on the dynamic part for a moment.)
The answer is that there is no simple answer. First, you have to define what you think is a good behavior. For health care, I would suggest long, healthy and active typical life span. For the environment a simple measure is harder to come by. Growing more crops to feed more people would be good, but it implies destroying more plant and animal species that have no currently known value toward feeding humans. That could backfire. In any case, imagine we come to a consensus on what we want and call that "efficiency." We have decided high efficiency is good, and low efficiency is bad.
It is only possible to know what to do to control a system if you know the details of how the system works. Some systems, called self organizing systems, are best controlled by leaving them alone. They achieve high efficiency without intervention, and the net effect of any intervention at any scale is to reduce that efficiency. Some systems respond well to intervention at a small scale. So any changes are made in small sections of the system while leaving the rest alone, and that is the way to improve efficiency. Yet others are best controlled on large scales - changes that affect the whole system at once.
There is also the problem of whether the changes made should be small and incremental or large and sudden. For example, is it better to cut down cigarette consumption a little bit at a time or to quit cold turkey? Again, this varies by the system. Each answer is correct in some circumstances.
So, there is no single best answer without knowing a lot about the details of the system. And getting the details correct is important because the boundary between the different types of preferred control is not in any way simple. An entire field of abstract artistic expression relies on how complex this boundary is. One way to derive objects called fractals is by plotting such boundaries. (Look up images of fractals, the Mandelbrot set, and Julia sets for thousands of examples of this.) The pictures are pretty, but they are also complicated at every level of detail. There is no way to view them that avoid the fact that a very small change in the system can easily cross a boundary and change the best way to control the system.
Even worse, natural systems aren't just complex, but they are also dynamic. (I told you this was coming back.) So, the conditions that define the system are constantly changing. The details of your body change every second throughout your life. What is happening as you read this has never quite happened before and will never quite happen again. Some of the details will be different. When your body is working well it is common not to even notice these small changes, but when you need medical help with something this variation is important. A drug that worked the last time you had a back spasm might be better, worse, or about the same this time. Allergies you have never displayed before might flare up, or old ones might fade. Each of these changes makes the best actions to control your health a little different. In some cases, a change in your body makes the best way to regulate your health change radically. Regular strenuous exercise is a good thing for most people, but if you develop a small clot in a blood vessel close to your heart that exercise could kill you. Exercise is still good, but it has to be regulated in a very different way.
So, what do we get when we put this whole picture together?
Complex dynamic systems are hard to work with but since they include almost everything important in the real world we have to do so, anyway. When the interest is controlling the system there is no easy way to know how it should be done, but doing it incorrectly could be disastrous. The only ways to determine how to control such a system is to either perform such detailed measurements and calculations that we can identify the preferred control system or to proceed by guess and check to find a method that works for the moment. The conditions will change, so something that works today might not work tomorrow. However, a clear eye on what has worked gives the best available information on what might work in the future.
John Phillips, October 1, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
Janny Brizius Offers a Little Family Genealogy
Larry, this is in response to your piece about having someone famous in your family tree. Regarding having famous people in your family, while not as famous as his cousin, Daniel, Ratliff Boon was my husband David’s great-great grandfather. He was the first legislator from the state of Indiana and I think he was their 3rd governor. He was also an Indian fighter even more brutal than Daniel. He was more famous in his day than Daniel and Boonville, Indiana was named for him and his father, not for Daniel as many folks believe. He chose not to use the “e” at the end of his surname. In my family the doctors who came to this country with William Penn and his Quakers were Judkins. There was at least one Dr. Judkins in every generation until my generation. It is interesting to me that the Boones were also Quakers and ended up in the same community of Pennsylvania as the Judkins. Seems logical they probably knew each other, even then.
Janny Brizius, September 22, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
Our Problem is that You Don't Make Sense
In any activity where more than one person is involved, there is a problem. Things work best when cooperating individuals can coordinate actions effectively. To use a sports analogy, consider an offensive line in football. Having strength and athleticism along the line isn't enough. The other
requirement is that the players on the line develop an understanding of the skills, weaknesses, and tendencies of each other. A good line adapts to changes in the defensive scheme even when there is no way to call out the changes. Each player knows what the others will see, and how the others will respond to what they see. Each adjusts his own response with the other responses in mind, so they work to improve each other. Of course, I'm a lifelong Bengals fan, so this is something I hear about instead of something I see on Sundays.
In other settings it is still true. Who always gets the best job reviews at work? (OK - first eliminate relatives of the owners and people sleeping with their supervisors. Now answer the question.) It is the employee who recognizes what the boss wants to see, and who is always part of that. It is not always the most valuable member of the team, or the one who works the hardest. It is all about understanding the desires and actions of someone else.
That seems like simple advice for how to get ahead, and anyone who would read my opinions probably needs simple advice in life, so why doesn't everyone follow this simple advice?
Determining what your boss, your spouse, your best friend, or anyone else wants isn't always easy. Showing them something that convinces them that what you are doing is what they want is even harder. It all falls apart because we all want other people to make sense, and they don't.
Look all around, in whatever room you are in. Not a single person you see makes complete sense. The guys usually come closer than the girls, just because a guy's thought process is simpler. (No guy ever has a thought that originates above the belt, after all. But how can they believe some of those ideas would ever get anyone into bed?) The question is, can we understand why no one does or thinks the sensible things?
Lets start with the simple. Each of us experiences the world in a way that is mediated by the senses. I know nothing of any "real" world. I know what my senses report. You are in the same boat. My senses could be wrong in any number of subtle or profound ways. For example, from neurophysiology we learn that processing recognizing faces is done is one small part of the visual cortex of the brain. If this area is underdeveloped (because of a birth defect) or damaged (due to an accident), then the involved person can't see faces. That is, the brain registers and reports no information at all about the face. Such a person can't tell you what color their own eyes are, or the shape of the nose of the person they are married to has. They get no visual queues at all from looking at a face, not even their own. Such a brain is incapable of recognizing anyone based on facial features, no matter what questions are asked or what visuals are presented. However, the same person is average in recognizing and remembering all other visual details. Tested for visual processing of anything other than a face, there is no detectable difference from the rest of the world.
Synesthesia is a more common condition, estimated to naturally affect about 1 in 23 people in the world. (So, if my number of readers increased a lot, to 23, then we would expect about 1 of them to experience synesthesia.) It is an involuntary connection between sensory stimulae and/or cognitive responses. This might be someone who experiences words as having an innate sense of location, or hears colors. Such experiences can be induced with various different psychoactive chemicals, but there are hundreds of millions of people who have them all the time with no pharmaceutical assistance. In some cases, such sensory distortions are advantageous. It is likely that most people with a perfect sense of musical pitch have synesthesia: frequently a form where the person sees colors associated with every sound and even very small variations in the pitch change the color noticeably.
It is possible to have an experience of this even if it is not your normal condition and without the cost of illicit drugs. Take a friend into a very dark and quiet room. Wait about 15 minutes while your eyes adjust to getting no light, but make sure the room is dark enough that you still can't see after your eyes have had time to adjust. Without warning, you friend makes a very loud noise. Most people not only hear the noise, but also see a burst of bright color at the same time. This is a normal experience for some synesthetics. Every sound comes with colors.
There are physiological explanations for these and many other interesting sensory distortions. However the interesting point for this discussion is that there is extensive clinical evidence showing that we do not all have the same sensory experiences. How I experience the world is probably unique to me, as your experience is unique to you. We can talk about it and try to find a common ground, but it probably doesn't exist.
Even if we had the same sensory responses to the same life experiences, we don't have the same life experiences. Some of the people who might read this essay have known me for most or all of my life. We have spent hundreds, or even thousands of hours together and shared various adventures. You might have been the only other party to some event in my life, or I to something in yours. Yet, I'm 46 and a half years old. That is about four hundred thousand hours (or nearly 1.5 billion seconds, if you prefer), so the hundreds or thousands of hours we spent together is a small fraction of my life as a whole. It is probably a similarly small slice of all of your time. In all, we haven't shared very many of life's experiences, even if we both experienced them the same way.
My different experiences and the ways my senses and cognitive faculties responded to them shaped my current personality to some extent. It is unclear what personality traits may be genetic and what may be developed by interaction with the environment, but it is likely that my obnoxious personality can be blamed on some of each. One important aspect of that personality is a description of my personal values. My tendencies are left of center, and a strong tread of personal liberty and responsibility. I value education and thinking very highly, while placing little value on bullying or closed mindedness. I think hard work is a core step to meaningful success and that anyone willing to do the work should have a reasonable opportunity for the success. My Christian faith also tells me that I am supposed to be my brother's keeper and the way I treat the least and most unworthy in the world is the way I am treating God.
So, is this exegesis enough to let everyone understand me? Should I just ask for the same from everyone else, and then we could all understand each other? We could cross beyond the gulf of different experiences and different sensory responses and work together in a way that brings peace love and happiness to the world.
Sorry, but no.
Human beings are sometimes irrational. An example will help.
One of the first detailed studies of group decision making was conducted during the Nixon - Kennedy election of 1960. The two had clear ideological differences, but the country was fairly evenly divided, so it was a good election for such studies. The study was a polling place exit poll that asked three simple questions.
Which one do you think will make the best President?
Which one do you think will win the election?
Who did you vote for?
The answers were surprising, and the surprise has nothing to do with the candidates. So, call the two candidates A and B.
Many voters agreed on the three answers. "A will be a better President, A will win, I voted for A." (This could have been Nixon or Kennedy, but the three answers agreed. The second largest group could be called the pessimists. "A will be a better President, B will win, I voted for A." (In the days before emo bands, people still needed a way to say that uncontrollable forces doom life to failure and frustration.) The third group I call the front runners, or bandwagon voters. "A will be a better President, B will win, I voted for B." The interesting group - between 10 and 15% of all voters polled - was just confused. "A will be a better President, A will win, I voted for B." There is no clear reasoning for what these folks were thinking.
Subsequent studies have tried everything from more elections, to business decisions, to simple card games and gotten a similar result. More detailed questioning of poll respondents support it even more strongly. In any given decision, about 10 to 15% of the people making the decision choose in ways that make no sense. This percentage holds true whether the decision is important or trivial, simple or complex. It has no respect for possible consequences.
There is no evidence that it is the same people making all of the nonsense decisions. In fact, it appears that everyone makes them sometimes. But, in a large group all making the same decision a consistent fraction of the group chooses nonsense. So - even if we shared every moment and every sensory experience, I would still think you make no sense 10 to 15% of the time.
This should ring a death knell for all attempts to claim that the actions of others are all rational. In fact, what we see is that the opposite is true. Some decisions are irrational and even for those that are decided rationally there is no way for me to know enough about the experiences that shaped the decision to be sure I understand.
As a closing aside, you might wonder why irrationality seems built into all of us. A recent study of traffic flow offers an interesting hint. The study used computer simulations of traffic flow under different driver behaviors to try and better understand what causes problems. It found that the best traffic flow did not happen when everyone followed the rules. It worked best when 10 to 15% of drivers broke some of the traffic laws while driving. Everyone acting rationally was less efficient.
So, translating this hint, group cooperation in at least one case works best when a small fraction of the population acts contrary to the rules. If this hint carries over into more and different examples we might find that we should be grateful for not understanding each other.
John Phillips, September 21, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
Paradise is Getting More Creepy Crawley
Several weeks ago I saw a news item about a 17’ Burmese python being caught and killed in someone’s Florida backyard. The snake was slithering along a canal and observed by an eleven
year old boy playing in his backyard. It weighed in at 207 pounds with a circumference of 26” at the center. A photo shows eight people holding the dead snake all stretched out.
As you may know, by accident or intention, there is a growing population of these and other reptiles taking hold in Florida and threatening great ecological damage to domestic species. They are the result of animals escaping captivity by accident or during storms and from keepers not knowing what to do with their “pets” that have grown too large to care for.
When it comes to reptiles, Florida already isn’t one of America’s friendliest places. They have a couple species of rattlesnakes, lots of water moccasins, no shortage of copperheads, and the extremely dangerous coral snake. Then toss in the indigenous alligator and you’ve got several reasons to stay away from the woods, swamps and waters.
There seems no limit on the numbers of invasive animal and plant species that are showing up in Florida and the same is true all over America. Our own spreading population of Ash Borer is such an example.
Besides several varieties of pythons and boa constrictors Florida is also witnessing a growing population of South American speckled caimans (a small crocodile looking creature) and Nile
monitor lizards.
The city of Cape Coral, Florida is thought to have a population of Nile monitor lizards that exceeds several thousand. The lizard can grow to 7’ in length, run as fast as 18 mph, stay submerged in water for over an hour, is very aggressive and will attack and eat anything.
Florida wildlife authorities are taking this invasion very seriously and are mounting attempts to control the spread of invasive species. Once the snake is out of the bag, however, it’s tough to get it to crawl back in. To help sniff out the alien invaders Florida officials are training a pack of snake sniffing beagle dogs to help clean out the Everglades.
Call city officials in Cape Coral about a monitor sighting and they will send a crew to remove it for free. If it’s one of the other two large lizards (iguanas) that have also become common in the area, you have to call a commercial animal control company and pay for removal.
If there is a lesson in all this it could be there is no such place as paradise. Paradise can exist for only as long as the secret is kept. As soon as the word gets out everyone and everything wants to go there and screw it up. It happened in the Garden of Eden and it’s been happening in Florida for generations.
Larry Chapman, September 18, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com.
"There are three kinds of lies in this world. Lies, damned lies, and statistics."
Its a well know old quote, variously attributed to many people, including Mark Twain. However if I were placing bets I would say it originated with the Victorian era British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli. A grand historical figure and widely known wit, it is just the sort of thing he might have said when
confronted with facts of which he disapproved. Its also completely misleading.
Statistics don't lie. People lie, and then they use words that sound like statistics to try and cover up the lie. It isn't really any different from back in High School when you told your parents that you were at your friend's house when you were really parked with your current significant other (or maybe not all that significant, other) engaged in behaviors your freshman health class told you were risky and ill-advised. Your friend's house didn't lie - you did. You just used your friend's house as a detail that you hope makes the lie more believable. Your thought was, "my parents don't know enough about my friend's house to know if I'm telling the truth or not so I can tell them whatever I want."
You were lying, and trying to use your parents' ignorance to support that lie. And, if your parents never checked on what you told them, this strategy even worked. However, if your parents decided to get informed about the events at your friend's house then the whole house of cards comes tumbling down and you were ground for a month. (Plus they had another iteration of "the talk" with you. Everybody hates "the talk.")
The use of statistics in the public forum is similar. Words that sound like statistics are added as a detail to try and make the real lie sound better. The liar depends on ignorance to cover for the lie. One possible response to knowing this is the one the quote suggests. Once anyone mentions statistical reasoning or results, assume they are lying because statistics never really tell you anything. This is the same as having your parents decide you don't really have any friends, so any time you claim to be at a friend's house it must be a lie. Even the least popular kids in the school have some friends (Believe me on this.), and they might really go to houses for some reason. Not being able to visit makes the world a grayer and poorer place. The way to catch the lie is to become informed.
In a practical sense that means that you need to learn the difference between words that sound like statistics, and real statistics. It also means that you have to pay attention to the details.
Real statistics are used in two ways: as a description and to support decisions. Lets look at each type.
The world is big and complicated. There are about 5000 people in Greenfield, and if you have lived there most of your life you probably recognize and know a few things about most of them. There are over 10 million people in Ohio. It is unlikely that you know even 0.1% of them (over 10,000 people) well enough to recognize them on the street. There are about 350 million people in the US, and 6.5 billion in the world. No one knows enough details about enough people in those larger groups to develop any understanding of them. In fact, it would take more paper than is contained in all of the libraries in the state to hold just a few facts each on those 6.5 billion humans. There is just no way to work with the details about large groups of people all at once.
Descriptive statistics take this mountain of information and try to replace it with a small list that contains enough information to be useful, even though it loses many details. If you wanted to talk about the heights of adult males in the US, you can't list each of the approximately 175 million heights. Instead, you might say that the average height is about 5'10", and that 95% of all the men in the US are in the range between 5'5" and 6'3" tall. (This is even approximately correct, in case you care.) So, if you meet a man who is 5'9", or 6'0", then that person is pretty much average height. A little above or below, but still sitting in the range with most of the men in the country. Someone who is 6'6" is just tall, and 5'2" counts as short for anything but a dwarf convention. (Politically incorrect reference aside.)
Many descriptive statistics make strong assumptions about the nature of the information you are describing. For example, the average is expected to describe what a "normal" result would be. So, if the average height is 5'10", then you would expect that many of the men you meet are pretty close to 5'10" tall. You also expect that about the same number are taller as are shorter, and that the difference between the average and the tallest is about the same as the difference between the average and the shortest. For heights of adult US males, this is a pretty good set of assumptions, because it matches the real information pretty well. (This can only be asserted by comparing these assumptions to the real information, but such a comparison has been done.)
What if these assumptions are broken?
If the assumptions we bring along with a descriptive statistic aren't true, then any reasoning we try to do based on the statistic is also flawed. For example, the mean income in the US for people over the age of 15 in 2004 was $35,499. (According to the US Census Bureau. This is individual income, not household income.) However, the assumptions about having as many above as below, and about the biggest being about as far away as the smallest are both not true. Well over half the people made less than this sum (about 62%), and losing money counted as an income of $0, so since the maximum that year was Bill Gates making a couple of billion dollars the maximum is much farther away than the minimum. Reasoning on the basis of this average makes incomes for most of the population look far bigger than they really were because Bill Gates, Warren Buffet and a small number of others made so much money. A better description might be based on half the population. What is the income where half made more, and half made less? (This is called the median.) From the same 2004 data, that was $24,325. So, the halfway point is more than $11,000 less than the average.
The average (also sometimes called the mean) and the median are two ways to try and describe where the middle of a collection of information is. Neither is perfect for all questions with all collections of information. In fact, there are many other ways to measure this middle, most of which are recognized only by statisticians. I don't plan to list and describe them all, only to let you know they exist. Collectively they are known as measures of the central tendency, but a decent intuition is that they describe the middle of the set of information.
The other measure that is often shown is the standard deviation. It describes how spread out the information is. A big standard deviation means that the measured values are very spread out, while a small standard deviation means that they are clumped close together. Unfortunately, the standard deviation also makes strong assumptions.
If you make a picture (called a histogram) showing how many measurements are in each of a set of identically sized small intervals that run from the smallest measurement to the largest, the standard deviation assumes that this picture will look like a "bell curve." (A statistician would call this shape a normal distribution, while a physical scientist would call it a Gaussian distribution. Bell curve is more likely to be a familiar name.) The standard deviation is useful because many real systems have this distribution. (This fact is not obvious, but there are both a
mathematical proof that shows we would expect many systems to behave this way and hundreds of millions of measurements that do behave this way.)
Consider again the distribution of incomes in the US in 2004. A histogram of this information looks nothing like a bell curve. So, the utility of a standard deviation when talking about incomes is very questionable. A better choice is to talk about percentiles. (A percentile measurement x means that x% of all the information lies below the value in question, while (100-x)% lies above. If you got 75th percentile on a standardized test at school, then 75% of the people who took it did worse than you, and 25% did better.) It is common for the media to talk about the top 5% or bottom 25% of earners (as well as other specific percentages.) When talking about the bottom x%, x is just the percentile. For the top y%, (100-y) is the percentile. This information is only actually useful if it is combined with a reference to the collected data to tell you what it means.
Using statistics to aid in decision making is often called inferential statistics. It is, in many ways different from descriptive statistics, though they are used together. The goal of descriptive statistics is to take a huge mountain of information and compress it down to something a human can comprehend. The goal of inferential statistics is to determine what the description means, and what it tells us about the whole system.
Whenever someone talks about the chance of an event happening, or the connection of one event causing another, that is a use of inferential statistics. Typically this is the result of one or more statistical tests. Each test provides some information, but that information is never certain. It is always possible that the process of selecting and analyzing the chosen information accidentally covered up something important. The only way to be sure it didn't is to collect every last scrap of related information (a task we already decided was impossible). The more you collect, the less likely it is that you missed something important, but you can not be completely sure, so the results of any test include the uncertainty.
Statistical tests are designed so they select between alternatives. Returning to the male height example, the information collected is not the height today of every adult male in the US. It is some large collection of heights selected in a way that it probably represents the whole male population. So, we might wonder whether the real average (what we would get if we measured everyone, all at once) is noticeably different from the estimated average. So, is the real average above 6'0", or below 5'8"? (We expect we would notice that big of a difference.) Three different statistical tests address parts of this question. We could test whether the real average is more than 2" different from the estimated average. (This test doesn't distinguish between taller and shorter. It only cares about different.) We could test whether the real average is over 6'0". (Testing only for taller.) Or, we could test for under 5'8". (Testing only for shorter.) The process followed, and the meaning of the possible results are different for the different tests. It is impossible to perform or interpret them without making our choice clear.
One possible result might be that there is only a 0.05% chance that the average is really over 6'0". That does not say it is impossible for the average to be so high, but five one hundredths of a percent is pretty unlikely. We can be pretty confident that the average is not greater than 6'0". In physics, results supported to this level are usually considered sufficiently proven to accept and use for other things.
Just as descriptive statistics assume some things about the information, inferential tests also rest on assumptions. Different tests make different assumptions, but every test assumes something. So, for some collections of information, one test might be inappropriate because the measurements don't match the assumptions. The only valid course of action is to use a different test that more clearly matches the characteristics of the data. This is the same problem as we saw in descriptive statistics. If the assumptions don't match the measurements, then the assumptions can't be used.
Look carefully at the previous sentence. It is the key to understanding the difference between words that sound like statistics, and actual statistics. All examples of actual statistics include descriptions of the assumptions made about the data (which are sometimes implicit in the name of the procedure used) and give the reader or listener some way to check the validity of those assumptions. This is the minimum necessary information for an interested and educated reader or listener to check the quality of the work. Arguments against a statistical result center on why the data shows that the assumptions are not true. Other things are just words that sound like statistics.
What are the possible reasons for someone spouting words that sound like statistics?
The most charitable explanation is ignorance. The speaker is trying to provide useful information, but does not understand that the words produced are not useful. They neither describe anything nor provide guidance toward understanding and good judgment. Ignorance is the bane of good decision making, so all reasonable efforts should be made to correct the misconceptions. A less charitable explanation is that the speaker is lying on purpose. In this case, your parents idea might be a good one. Send the speaker to his or her room, and don't let them come out until they learn how to talk to people correctly.
John Phillips, September 2, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
Hate. Long ago, old man Webster defined it as, “To
have a great aversion to, with a strong desire that evil should befall
the person toward whom the feeling is directed; to dislike intensely; to
detest; as, to hate one's enemies; to hate hypocrisy.”
We all employ the word hate and we have all experienced the emotion/s
associated with it. Usually, however, we really don' mean anything as
severe as Webster describes. I suppose when most of us
say we hate
someone or something we're really saying we're a little angry with
someone or we really don't enjoy shopping or we really don't like eating
our spinach. Chances are we really don't detest spinach or are wishing
harm on our fathers for not allowing us to borrow the family car on
Friday night.
The word is simply used as a modifier to express a stronger dislike or
to be a little more dramatic or descriptive. But there are those who,
upon observation, really do hate. They really do intensely dislike
others to such a degree that
they
actually do wish evil to rain upon that person's head. I can't explain
those people and I wonder if it is something they were wired for at
birth or, acquired from their developmental experiences. I do know that
it is hard to imagine the innocence of an infant lying in a crib being
predisposed to hate.
We're witness to a lot of hatred in today's
However, the death of Senator Edward Kennedy has reached into some and
brought forth a degree of hatred that cannot be overlooked. The day he
passed I was witness to a friend, someone who I don't always agree with
but accepted nevertheless, say something that went straight to Webster's
definition of hate. They made the comment that Christmas came early this
year and the death of Ted Kennedy had given us all a present.
Another person, closer than I, responded that it was wrong to feel this
way. After all, Kennedy was a husband, a father, a grandfather, a
person, a human and deserved at least that respect. Regretfully, the
humanity of this second person was immediately buried under a shower of
hatred expressed by two other individuals who came to the support of the
first. So suddenly, the death of another human being by the horrors of
cancer elicited a barrage of visceral emotion.
The roots of this hatred lie in politics and political ideology. The
people in question are all politically conservative and there is
certainly nothing wrong with that. What is wrong is to permit your
dislike with the ideology of those you oppose to be expressed in the
vilest form of hatred. To wish and welcome the death of someone you
politically disagree with is, in my view, totally irresponsible,
unsupportable and inhumane.
Compounding the issue is the reality that most involved profess to be
good people who accept the basic tenets of Christianity. But, included
in Webster's definition of hate is a Biblical quotation that expresses
God's position, “Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer. --1 John
iii. 15.” So, now we add a new complexity. They've not only defined
themselves as being mean spirited but they have willingly adopted the
title of hypocrite.
Given my personality I found it difficult to keep my dog out of the fight so I jumped into the ring. Nothing I said however successfully changed the raw emotion spewing forth from those who appeared gleeful over Kennedy's passing. Instead of realizing and accepting the difference between disagreeing over matters of politics and welcoming the death of another, I was reminded that I had often spoke ill of or criticized people in politics.
Well, by this time in the exchange I had already given my word that I
had said all that I would say and the originator of the discussion would
be given the final say. And, as I've already mentioned, their final say
was that I didn't have any credibility because of my own past
statements. But, this is my blog, it is a different area and in this
arena, where I pay the bills, I can, if I choose, have the final word.
So, here it is, to disagree in matters of politics, philosophy,
religion, child rearing, etc. is one thing. To wish and welcome the
tragic loss of another human being because of those differences, is
quite another. They are two very different playing fields and are widely
separated. I do not like the political views of Sarah Palin, or Dick
Cheney, or any number of extremely liberal or conservative persons. But,
I don't wish them harm. I would, and have, mourned the passing of those
whose beliefs I strongly disagreed with.
When Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan died I didn't celebrate their
passing. I vividly remember Nancy Reagan touching the flag atop her
husband's casket and having a few final words with him. And, in spite of
all my ideological differences with Reagan, my humanity permitted me to
empathize with her and her family and to share in the emotions.
The young person who became the catalyst for this essay defended their
position under the guise of being honest. It may be wrong but at least
I'm being honest, to paraphrase. Those who supported that person also
rationalized under the same guise of displaying the courage of honesty.
Well, honesty is certainly a desirable characteristic to possess. But,
is it not trumped by hatred. What good is honesty if the final result is
the grieving of surviving family, friends, and in Kennedy's case,
millions of devoted supporters.
The death of someone who has reeked pain and suffering on millions may
be celebrated. It's hard to imagine the suicide of Adolph Hitler or
death of Joseph Stalin not being welcomed and celebrated in the minds of
those who survived their atrocities. Collectively the two men shared a
responsibility for the deaths of fifty million other human beings.
Whatever their motivations they were far different from those of Ted
Kennedy.
I want to believe that we humans are capable of change. I have witnessed
in my own life personal change. My life has evolved as I became more
mature, more experienced, and better educated. With experience came
empathy and tolerance of others. But, change is not easy. It takes
personal examination and challenge to one's core beliefs. It requires
deliberate commitment to altering those thoughts and beliefs that simply
don't stand up to challenge. You can't be honest with others until you
have become completely honest with yourself. Your legacy will not be
what how you see yourself. It will be how others see you.
the founder of the Pennsylvania Colony.
For years I remained envious that to my knowledge, no one in our family had been famous or done anything important. We were just common people who emerged from common soil.
Years later I was watching the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and a guest presented him with a genealogical history of the Carson family. It had been prepared professionally using records of the Mormon Church.
Turned out that Carson wasn’t related to anyone famous either and hearing that lifted a small burden off my shoulders. He was, however, descended from a fellow who had spent time in debtor’s prison and was known to be less than an honorable individual. This revelation brought a big laugh and several jokes from Carson but he seemed to wear the news as a badge of honor.
Following that I had occasion to talk family history with my Aunt Nancy and she mentioned that we had a relative way back whose name was John Davenport. She wasn’t sure just what he had done but he was somehow involved in the settlement of New England and had some fame.
Well, my chest filled with pride but I didn’t do anything about learning more. I may have
decided that with my luck I’d find out that Davenport had invented the sofa.
In college I enrolled in a class in Colonial Puritan History and in several of the numerous books assigned I came across this distant relative, John Davenport. To my satisfaction he had been a rather important person in the establishment of both the Massachusetts and New Haven colonies. Suddenly that put me ahead of my childhood friend. His great, great, great had founded only one colony, mine was involved with founding two.
He was also a noted author of his day, a minister in the Congregationalist Church and somewhat of a non-conformist. I find the latter good news and hope I got my streak of rebellion from old John.
Now, the only thing missing is, as in Carson’s case, a rogue. I’m hoping some distant relative comes forth with information suggesting that someone in my DNA pool was hanged for running an illicit whorehouse out behind the House of Parliament.
A Little What and Why about Quantum Mechanics
Recently, I was interviewed by Jack Woher of Dr Dobbs magazine in an attempt to help him understand a newly emerging field called Quantum Computing. (You can find the articles he wrote in the guru blogs section of the Dr Dobbs website, if you are interested.) This was about the same time
as when Larry Chapman first asked if I'd be interested in blogging on his site, and his initial request said not to write about any quantum anything.
About a week ago, he changed his tune and asked me for a post that explained quantum mechanics to the lay audience. (I knew he would. All the cool kids want to learn QM.)
Editor's note: My actual request to John was to write a blog about quantum mechanics for all of us who always thought it was a bunch of bolt and nut turners who worked for some Australian airline. Larry
I may be misjudging my audience (which probably has no more than one or two people in it, anyway), but I don't think talking about bra/ket notation, the joys of Hilbert space representations, and integral representations of inner products is what anyone wants. So, my goal is to do all of this without resorting to mathematical details and instead talk about the underlying concepts. Please don't interpret this to imply that there are not proofs and mathematical details supporting QM. There are literal trillions of measurements and hundreds of thousands of pages of meticulous mathematical details supporting the story I'm about to tell. My personal library includes several thousand such pages and condensations of billions of measurements. I can talk about them in detail, if you wish, but be sure you understand what you are asking for.
Our story begins at the end of the 19th century. At that time the belief was that Newtonian mechanics and the other concepts of classical physics held the full description of the Universe, and the only thing left for physics to do was to apply those ideas in many places and by doing so understand everything. There were only a few measurements in existence at the time that had no available explanation, and many people were confident that these measurements would be explained soon enough and that physics would effectively be a finished subject. One such problem was the radiation of a heated body.
Everyone has seen it. Heat up a piece of metal (or anything else that won't melt or burn) in a fire and as it gets hotter it starts to glow. At first, the glow is red, but as the temperature increases it becomes orange, then yellow, moves to blue and finally white. This happens even if the object was black to start. Attempts to explain this using Newtonian physics failed miserably, so Max Plank decided to try something different. He started from the measurements and tried to develop a description of what happens inside the material that would produce the same behavior as is seen in the experiments.
This is lesson number one in this essay. When confronted with a mystery, always remember that nature is right about nature. You may not understand what an experiment means, but it is always right, so try to understand it instead of trying to force it to fit what you already believe.
Plank was very good at formal mathematical methods. He actually managed to work backward in just the manner he intended. (This was an impressive technical feat, and he won a Nobel Prize for accomplishing it.) What he got surprised him. The only way he could reproduce what was measured in experiments was to assume that energy comes in packets of fixed size that he called quanta. (From a Greek root for small pieces. This is also the source of the name for the field.) He could provide no reason why this had to be true, but it was implied by the experiments. Being steeped in the philosophy of Classical mechanics, Plank didn't believe his answer was correct, so he checked many times. He could find no mistake, so when he published his result, he included a note saying he believed there must be an error, but he could find none, and that he would appreciate any assistance that could be provided finding it. There was no error. After about 10 years, the consensus became that Plank's result was correct.
Lesson number two: Good science requires that extraordinary claims provide extraordinary proof. Even a claim that later proves to be correct must be supported by enough evidence to overwhelm the existing understanding before it can replace older ideas.
Einstein used quanta to explain the photo-electric effect. (How solar cells work.) He also could show that without quanta it is impossible to match known experimental results. Neils Bohr extended the idea one step farther. He described the structure of atoms in terms of quanta, by quantizing the available paths for electrons around an atom. Bohr also had to say that he had no reason for why this should be true, but it was the only way to build a theory that matched experiment. (In Bohr's case, the experiments were about the light emitted by heated or electrified gases. So, for example, why a Mercury vapor lamp has a purplish glow while a neon sign glows orange.)
In time, two different mathematical formulations were developed that contained the results of Plank, Einstein, Bohr and others all as specific special cases, while also predicting results for a large number of experiments that could be performed, but had not yet been performed. Soon thereafter, the two methods were proven to behave the same way. (That is, every prediction made by one method is also made by the other method. There are no examples where the two methods produce different predictions.)
Lesson three: Science starts from data, moves to descriptions of small subsets of that data, and from there to unified descriptions that contain many phenomena that appear on the surface to be different but are really just manifestations of a single principle.
Lesson four: Description is not enough. To be scientific, a theory has to both agree with experiments that have already been done, and it has to predict results for experiments that are possible but have not yet been performed. This combination of description and prediction is central to all scientific thought.
Lesson five: There is more than one way to skin a cat. It is possible to write multiple different descriptions for the same data that make the same predictions. (In fact, for any finite set of data and predictions, you can make infinitely many equivalent descriptions. This is a provable assertion.) This may not seem like it, but it is a good thing. Usually, the difference between the mathematical formulations is that they make different problems relatively hard or easy to solve. This leads to a quote "You don't understand a problem until you can solve it at least three different ways."
At this point (about 1924), the mathematical and experimental foundations of quantum mechanics existed but there was no clear interpretation of what it means. The interpretation that is currently accepted was developed in Copenhagen by a wide variety of scientists who visited Bohr over the course of about 10 years. A common part of the visit was late night conversations during strolls through the streets of town. Dozens of different scientists, including almost every Nobel winner of the time period participated in these discussions. Some liked the outcome, and others didn't, but many voices were heard and the level of critique was sometimes brutal even though the participants generally liked and respected each other.
Lesson six: Science is a social activity. Almost every important idea in the history of science was developed as part of the interaction of informed and interested people. The isolated genius makes a nice movie, but doesn't really happen.
Lesson seven: Part of that social activity is always brutal critique. Never in history has a scientific idea been accepted without argument and attempts to find mistakes. In fact, the nature of the system is that every incentive pushes scientists to try and find flaws instead of providing support for the accepted. There is no drive to support the accepted in the face of new evidence for anyone except the person who produced the accepted theory.
The interpretation of quantum mechanics that comes out of this process is not intuitive. It holds that all objects in nature behave like waves sometimes and like particles at other times. (This is not what you see when you play pool, or swim in the ocean, so it is contrary to our intuition.) We don't see this wave particle duality because the scales for the waves and particles in our daily lives are so different. A tennis ball acts like a particle at scales of our experiences. The wave nature only shows itself if you look very closely. (Sizes of order one one billionth of a meter and smaller.) The particle nature of an ocean wave is again on a scale far too small for us to notice when we go swimming.
If that were all, things wouldn't be too bad. But it isn't. QM predicts that particles can suddenly cease to be one place, and appear someplace else. (A phenomena called quantum tunneling.) The distance between the two locations is similar to the scale for the wave associated with the particle, so don't expect to notice this happening the next time you play pool or tennis. However, everyone who reads this essay is using a computer. The transistors that are the primary component of computer chips all use this quantum tunneling to work at all. If tunneling doesn't happen, computers can't work.
QM forces us to destroy some information to measure other information in any experiment. For example, measuring the position of anything changes the velocity (how it is moving) at least a little. So, by measuring the position, you destroy information about the velocity. Measuring the velocity destroys information about the position, as well. Making a better measurement of one has an even bigger negative affect on the other. So, a really good measurement of the position changes the velocity by a lot. This is not a question of limited technology. No matter what methods are applied, even if they are methods no one has dreamed of, yet, there is no way to avoid this problem. (For those who want to look for more, this is called Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle.)
And, QM is explicitly probabilistic. In a world with QM, it becomes impossible to say "X will happen." The strongest possible statement is "There is a y% chance that X will happen." A quantum mechanical world is not a place that admits physical certainty. (This part of the interpretation is what Einstein was complaining about when he said "God does not play dice with the Universe.") All of the different possibilities are present until a measurement is made, and then only one remains. There is no way to predict anything other than a probability for which possible result will be the actual result.
In fact, any attempt to claim knowledge before the measurement leads to a wrong answer. The only method that produces results that agree with experiment is to calculate the result as though every possible outcome is present right up until the measurement is made. (Schroedinger's cat is a thought experiment intended to show that this interpretation is non-sense. However, later real experiments have shown that this interpretation is what happens.)
Other examples of devices that work if QM is true, and don't work if QM is false include lasers, magnets, and neurons. (There are many others.) Working from a theoretical development of J.S. Bell, Alain Aspect performed an experiment in the late 1980's that proved there can be no way out. There is no possible way to write a theory that behaves like the Universe we actually live in, but does not behave like QM.
Lesson eight: Reread lesson one. Nature is never wrong about Nature. We may or may not understand what we see, but what we see is always right. Ignoring this fact means you are no longer talking about science.
Lesson nine: Nature has no reason to care what I want to be true. I have to listen to Nature; it does not have to listen to me. This is true no matter my philosophical, religious, or political beliefs.
Lesson ten: Science is done by people, and all people make mistakes. There is no way to eliminate mistakes entirely, but a consensus of many people who have all studied the system carefully is less likely to be mistaken than any other opinion.
Having read this far, you are not an expert on QM. However, you may know a little about what it predicts in a qualitative sense and about the process followed to generate the theory as it stands. This is not some arbitrary creation of Ivory Tower intellectuals. It is the entirely practical basis for several trillion dollars worth of current economic activity. It doesn't look like the world according to Looney Toons cartoons (Which is really an Aristotelian system.), or like the world of 19th century philosophy. (A Newtonian system.) It is the real world, however, so the only choices are to work with it or to stick your head in the sand.
John Phillips, August 25, 2009, Comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
Stupid Makes us Feel Warm and Fuzzy
Admit it, being a stupid sheep feels good
It’s always amazing when it happens. Someone you always considered reasonable goes off on a tirade where in your opinion the holes in the argument are huge and easy to see. What makes this otherwise sensible friend so crazy on such a simple topic?
The answer is, we are built that way.
There are physiological mechanisms at work in belief and
reasoning that we are only just starting to understand. Different thoughts and actions trigger different chemical processes in the brain and elsewhere in the body that strongly affect our actions.
Start with someone who strongly believes in some position. This could be a political, religious, social or any other belief. It can be traditionally liberal, conservative, moderate, or fringe. The only requirement is that the subject believes it strongly. Now show them a written argument that agrees with their stance.
The pleasure portions of the brain fire up, and the body secretes chemicals called endorphins into the blood stream. Instead of written words, try spoken words. Same result - pleasure and endorphins. Pictures? Still the same.
Endorphins produce a sense of euphoria and an unfocused feeling of ease. Opiates have a similar affect on the body, because they mimic the behavior of endorphins. This is also the source of the state called runner's high, and of sexual afterglow. This is not conducive to careful decision making. (If you don't believe me, consider some of the choices you and people you know have made after sex.) In fact, in this state the subject has a reduced attention span, and almost no retention of details. So, the argument that agrees with a strongly held conviction makes the subject feel good, but not pay attention to the details or consider the implications.
Now, show the very same subject an argument that disagrees with a strongly held conviction. Now the anxiety centers of the brain fire up, as well as the production of stress chemicals such as cortisol. The subject feels uneasy, a tightness in the stomach, hyper vigilant, and very careful. Retention and processing of details increases greatly. Every little flaw in the argument stands out and is associated with strong feelings of distaste. The argument is carefully picked to pieces. Once again, the response with pictures or spoke words is the same as for written words.
The result of this set of physiological reactions that every human shares is that positions and ideologies tend to become more extreme over time. Moving from a strongly held stance to one that is more open to disagreement is very hard and takes sustained work from the subject, pushing through feelings of unease and anxiety the whole time. Moving from a strong belief to a stance that refuses to even listen to other ideas is easy, and feels good.
Put rudely - being stupid feels good, while trying to be smarter does not.
Socialization of opinions is also driven by our physiology. Consider a subject who lives in a social circle with a set of firmly held beliefs. Agreeing with the circle has the same positive physiological cues as listed above. Disagreeing has the same negative cues. So, in a social group the tendency is for opinions to homogenize. Disagreeing with friends is hard, so over time the subject moves closer to the opinions of the group. Each individual in the group feels the same pressure, so the tendency is for the group's opinions to meet somewhere in the middle of the represented range.
Returning to the rude - we want to be sheep and follow the herd.
Traditionally people formed social groups with whomever was around. Occasional communities built up around specific ideas, but most developed for more practical reasons. This assured that people were commonly in social groups with others who held very different opinions. The tendency of the group to move toward the middle moderated the positions while the tendency for an individual to think more critically about ideas they disagree with broadened the range of represented ideas. The dynamic tension between these trends played out over much of history.
Now add the internet and other long range community structures to the mix. Studies show that most people joining communities on the internet intentionally join groups where they agree with most people already. This removes the moderating influence of mixed opinion communities and replaces it with the crowd that is all rushing toward the same extreme. Writing on a computer also lowers inhibitions about what is appropriate communications. The parts of the brain that are active when feeling shame, empathy, guilt and remorse are far less active when typing on a computer. The same words, spoken to the same person, produce a far stronger reaction. So, the subject posting on a forum stakes out a far more extreme position, and is more strident in its defense than would be true face to face.
My advice - Find some internet communities that include people with whom you disagree, and become active in them. Write with a mental image of saying those words to someone you like and respect. Look for information from a broad spectrum of sources, and check everyone's facts carefully using sources that are not produced by people who agree or disagree.
We may be built to be stupid sheep, but we are also capable of acting on reason instead of just instinct. The warm fuzzy complacent feeling of sexual afterglow is worth pursuing, but it is not a good way to run a country, a business, or a religion.
John Phillips, August 18, 2009, comments to greenfieldohio@gmail.com
Two Beers with Richard Millhouse Nixon
Greenfield.
First let me show you the product. (Labeling is yet to be applied.)
The idea for this product came about due to my dislike of cold weather. I fish a lot in the summer, but winters cold weather keeps me indoors. This led me to analyze the situation and as near as I can tell the only real difference is the temperature of the air. Once this basic premise was understood, it didn’t take me long to go from concept to a pretty well finalized version of what I’ve come to call “Summer Heat”.
The lid, is much like the old Mason Jar lids our mothers and grandmothers used to can vegetables. The important part is the rubber seal and the fact it is made of metal.
Once hot air, much like is available in the months of July, August and occasionally June is placed inside, the lid with the rubber seal assures freshness is kept intact.
Directions for use are very straight forward. Simply loosen the lid to allow the hot air to leak out. If used in the daytime, placing the unit in direct sunlight will cause the metal lid to become warn, if not actually hot. This assures a continued supply of hot air from the container. Further, if you noticed the bottom portion of the container has a somewhat crystalline appearance. This further causes even light diffusion into the container. Most know sun shining into an enclosed space causes heat buildup. So, even though the lid has been loosened allowing the enclosed hot air to escape and warm the immediate area, the product (when placed in direct sunlight) continually renews itself in two ways.
That pretty well explains my idea, except to say another great feature of this product is that it can be continually renewed so long as the user doesn’t
overly loosen the lid or break the glass portion.
With your local support, Larry, I’m hoping to get some folks who want to work long hours in the privacy of their backyard during the hot summer months filling the containers with air of the appropriate temperature. Yes, it is piece work, but they don’t have any investment for the contents. (This is a feature the investors like very much.) Of course, you understand there will be an initial EPA study of Greenfield air quality, but this should pretty much be a formality, unlike some of the odors emanating from Chillicothe, if Meade is still there.
Although, employment will mostly be part time in the summer, I’m thinking some school employees might use their break time to fill containers in the boiler room.
Further, from what I’ve read on your Greenfield site, most everyplace you visit for coffee and food is soon filled with enough hot air to gainfully employ several local folks.
Please let me know if there is any local interest.
Respectfully Yours,
Craig Vandemark
P.S. I’m already looking at a ‘new and improved’ version which will have a black piece of nonflammable materiel inside the glass as a dark thing will get hot in the sun quicker than a white thing. (I don’t want to disclose what the ‘thing’ is made of until my patent is approved.)
know anything about reading the signs nor does my wife.
However, there have been times when something occurred at precisely the right moment that helped me make a difficult, but correct, decision. For example, several times back in the early 80s when I was trying to break the addiction to tobacco, at my weakest moment a sign would appear that helped get me over the hump.
On one occasion I had just finished breakfast in a local restaurant and was wanting a smoke real bad. Some people sitting at a nearby table lit up and billows of their smoke wafted my way. The urge to borrow a Marlboro was almost overwhelming when one of them began to cough. It was loud, it was deep, it was wet, it was raspy, it was the cough of someone who was in the early stages of emphysema. It was sign enough to give me the will to tough it out a little longer.
Another sign appeared while sitting in a chair next to the counter at Stewart's Pharmacy. I was waiting for an Rx to be filled when a guy came in and handed the druggist an Rx. The guy said he had just been discharged from the VA and was headed home. As he continued his story he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a king size Pall Mall non-filter and fired it up. Immediately he began to cough and as it worsened he began coughing up blood. Yet another sign.
That sort of thing has happened many times in my life and it happened again this afternoon. I was coming through Wilmington and needed a restroom break. The most convenient stop was the local McDonald's. While I was in the restroom I decided that I had worked hard enough and exercised enough the past two days to justify a hot fudge sundae with nuts.
But, as I turned
toward the counter I became aware of how busy they were. The place was mostly filled and everyone was enjoying their favorite McLard sandwich, fries and Coke. What struck me immediately was how fat most of these people were. Including myself, seventy-five percent of the people in there were by definition, obese.
I currently weigh 267 pounds, down from 401 pounds before my gastric surgery in March of 2008. I am by the charts still obese but, when adjusted for proportion (height, age, distribution, etc.) I was one of the less obese people in the place. I quickly decided this was one of those signs and decided to head for the car sans the hot fudge sundae with nuts.
All I can tell you is, "A fellers gotta' pay attention to em'air signs!"
PS: When the State of Ohio reduced the number of snow days from five to three Janet considered that it may be a sign. A few days later it was announced that Ohio was considering increasing the school year by twenty days. I'm pretty sure that WOULD BE THE SIGN!
can be found, Florida, on August 1st, introduced a new law requiring bank fishermen to buy a license.
There has been lots of disagreement about this change in the licensing regulations and some Floridians swear they will fight till their last dying worm, or in their case, dying shrimp.
As a compromise, and ever mindful of the poor, the Florida law still permits welfare recipients, fishing in their home county and in saltwater, to fish without a license as long as they are not using a pole with a reel. In other words, they can use a long fiberglass or bamboo pole with a piece of string and a hook. Just like ole' Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer did along the banks of the muddy Mississippi.
Possibly they think that if you're wealthy to afford a fancy reel your in good enough shape to go to the store and buy a package of Mrs. Paul's fish sticks.
If you're not a resident of Florida, rich or poor, you are required to buy a license. Non-resident licenses have taken a leap as well. In the past year the cost of a one-year non-resident saltwater license has gone up at least fifty percent to $49. Given the quality of the fishing experience in Florida, however, it's still a good deal. There are few fishin' holes like Florida.
now, retirees have cashed in their monetary chips and headed for warmer climates and more active lifestyles.
Personally, hanging around a senior citizen retirement community on the West Coast of Florida or the middle of the Arizona desert doesn’t appeal to me. But, let’s talk cruising. How about just spending a major portion of your time remaining aboard a cruise ship that’s going someplace you may have never been.
How does this sound? You never again have to make your bed, every night your room will be tidied up and your bed turned back, on your pillow will be a newsletter listing tomorrow’s agenda and next to it a piece of quality chocolate candy to help in the sweet dreams department. You’ll also experience a little smile when you see the bunny rabbit the room steward has folded from towels and placed at the foot of your bed.
Add in no more dirty dishes, no more vacuuming the carpet or scrubbing the toilet bowl and once you become a member of the cruise company’s VIP Club, you won’t even need to do your own laundry.
Now let’s take a look at food. How does never having to cook again sound? But, having available three gourmet quality meals each day in a fine dinning room where your every need is provided by a waiter and assistant waiter. If a more casual atmosphere is preferred take your choice from several buffets offering an endless variety of entrees, sides and desserts.
Still feeling hungry, walk up to the Lido Deck for the 24-hour pizza bar or a dish of unlimited soft serve frozen yogurt or ice cream. If you’re too tired for a midnight stroll, call room service and order that 1:00 am peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of cold chocolate milk. Don’t worry about the cost; it is all covered in the initial price of the cruise.
Regarding cost, I’ve been told that even the least expensive rest homes cost $4,000 and more per month. This being the case, an assisted living facility or an Arizona retirement village would be far more. Now consider Carnival Cruise Line. If you
keep your baggage light, remain flexible, pay attention to the deals and learn to say no to the all the non-essentials (booze, photos, shore excursions, gambling, etc.) that cruise ships make available for a price, a couple could average out at less than $4,000 a month.
$4,000 a month, consider that it covers your rent, homeowners insurance, house keeping, laundry, food and food preparation, essential beverages, gym membership, swimming pool maintenance, heating, cooling and electrical utilities. Also, within a short walk you’ll find art, music, comedians, and Vegas style stage productions. And furthermore, every week the entire passenger list will change and you’ll have a whole new assortment of interesting people to tell your stories to and, unlike your friends back home, these people will have never heard any of them and they’ll think you are so clever, witty and original.
You’ll no longer need to own an automobile either. No more gasoline and maintenance costs. No more auto insurance bills. No more wasted hours spent in urban grid-lock. When you do require terra-firma transportation, hire a cab, take the bus, bum a ride with a friend, hitch hike, or rent a car.
Oh yeah, have I mentioned the in-room TV and free movies, the library and reading room, the Internet café, the cigar lounge, the card/game room, the gourmet espresso coffee bar, the Captain’s cocktail party, the complimentary bottle of wine and bouquet of fresh flowers you find in your room because you are a frequent customer, the midnight dessert buffet, the day time agenda of group participation games, the climbing wall, the water slide, the hot tub, the miniature golf course, the all-season walking/jogging track, or just sitting down in one of those many secluded parts of the ship with a fresh cup of coffee and watch the sea gulls dive in and out of the ships wake.
My wife and I aren’t the first to think about this as a permanent lifestyle. There are many others who are actively spending their children’s inheritance on the world’s oceans. My brother knows of a couple on the Princess Line who have a permanent penthouse cabin onboard a certain ship which contains their own furniture. I don’t know how many times they’ve been around the world but it’s a couple more than Magellan.
What started this piece was reading about a guy named Bill Filomena in a piece of email I received this morning from Carnival Cruise Line. Bill took his first cruise with Carnival 18 months ago and since then he has taken 41 cruises on 23 different Carnival ships. He’s sold his worldly possessions and plans to make this his life. His children keep asking if he’s tired of it yet and his answer remains a firm, no!
most trusted man in America I wasn't surprised.
RMSN Stromyer & Walter Cronkite aboard JPK, Jr., 1962Those who knew and worked along side Cronkite report that he was a plain-spoken everyday kind of man. Fortunately, I can give testimony to that. In 1962 I was stationed aboard the USS Joseph P. Kennedy, Jr. (DD-850). The ship was named to honor President Kennedy's older brother who was killed during WWII.
The president, who was an avid yachtsman, decided that he, along with family and friends, would like to take in the America's Cup Races which at the time were held every four years off the coast of Newport, Rhode Island. The race that year would be the 32nd in the series and America had never lost the cup.
I don't know the details but somehow the JPK, Jr. was chosen to be the host ship of the president and his official party. Along with the presidential party came the press corps and being an avid sailor, Cronkite came aboard our ship to cover the event for CBS.
A portion of the ship was converted into a news center for the press corps and Kennedy's radiomen, me included, were assigned to handle their ship to shore press releases. This brought us into frequent direct contact
with the press, including Mr. Cronkite.
spinnaker from our jib, if you get my tack.
Mr. Cronkite seemed to sense this and took it upon himself to hold an introductory course in basic seamanship for us dot-dash-dot communication types. He hung with us for over an hour carefully explaining what was taking place, the when and why of deploying a spinnaker sail, the strategies involved in tacking, the history of the race, the technical specifications of a 12 meter yacht, etc.
Within seconds he ceased being Walter Cronkite the famous TV newsman and became just an older fellow with a briar pipe clinched in his teeth and a wealth of knowledge about sailing ships he didn't mind sharing.
It always impressed me that this man, who could have easily been sitting alongside President Kennedy, enjoying the presence of Jackie Kennedy, or discussing world affairs with Pierre Salinger chose instead, to hang out with a bunch of unsophisticated kids from America’s Midwest.
I later came to understand that he too had once been an unsophisticated kid from that same Midwest. Hell, he just wanted to feel at home for an hour!
heir A.T.V.'S.
In the rural Greenfield area, kids seem to have a.t.v.'s almost as commonly as they have bikes or basketballs. Though (full sized) a.t.v.'s come with a warning that children under 16 years of age not ride, people still purchase them and allow their kids to ride. Some might argue that these are 'farm kids' who were brought up around this stuff and they have the experience to handle riding. Some might say that they can judge their child's readiness and that the warnings are just a formality and a general guideline. Some might even go as far as to allow someone else's child to ride, never giving a thought to the chance they are taking. That's exactly what happened on September 27, 2008 when my 12 year old son lost his life, as a result of an a.t.v. accident. If this article prevents one more child from suffering Zarse's tragic fate, I will be glad I wrote it.
Without going into the particulars of my son's story, I will say that I had no idea he was being allowed to ride an a.t.v. and he had never driven one before. But even for kids who ride them on a daily basis, a child's reaction time and experience is not equal to that of an adult. Even a strong child is no match for the weight and speed of a full sized a.t.v. My son was an athlete and quite strong for his 5'7 127 lb. frame. He boxed men's flyweight division at age 12. He could put a grown man down on the ropes... and yet he was no match for the a.t.v. of which he lost control. Many 4 wheelers or a.t.v.'s weigh as much as 1,000 pounds and travel at speeds in excess of 70 mph. Most of us wouldn't think of allowing a child to drive a car. Yet many a.t.v.'s have the capability of speeds that surpass our local road speed limits. The terrain an a.t.v. is ridden in is often bumpy and lends itself to a rider losing control. To further add to the dangers, most people believe that a helmet is sufficient safety gear. In fact, a chest protector AND a helmet together can often save a life that would have otherwise been lost.
Let's examine some facts. In a 12 month period, the state of Kansas reported 595 a.t.v. accidents and one third of these involved a child under the age of 16.
*The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission attributes nearly 6,500 deaths over the last 23 years to ATV accidents. More than 2,000 of those deaths involved children under the age of 16