Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Projects for the Coming Weeks (and Probably Months)

Now that my health is seriously improving (the difference in just a fortnight is incredible), I feel like going back to my old writing habits, except that instead of historical papers, I'd like to try my keyboard at different things, which doesn't mean that History won't ever be back on the menu (knowing my brain, I'll find some forgotten and obscure topic to write about soon enough).
Right now, I've decided to make a list (as well, announcing publicly the list of entertainment will encourage my Muse to get to work).
So, in the blogging department, I'm working on posts about:
- abuse
- bullying
- clueless GPs and specialists (now that I'm almost fully healed after five years of "sorry, Ma'am, we don't know what you caught, and we're at sea - but we'll never, ever admit it", it's going to be payback time - highly therapeutic!)
I think my Speedy Neutrino mate gave me my sea legs back.

In the more serious (insert chuckle at own self here) writing department, I've got to:
- finish my first play
- go back to my novel about a girl who gets a job as... Death (by the way: smacks self. I had a great idea about the conclusion for that story, and I didn't write it down - though I've got bits of paper all over the flat and in my handbag when I'm out!)
- write a sequel short story set in modern times (highly inspired by the hacking scandals) for the story I wrote à la Jane Austen (the one that had the OED website telling me that my style is 81% Shakespearean). In fact, I've got the first paragraph for that one, and I might be tempted to go on working on it first.
- I've got a sci-fi plot in my head, and it's been brewing there for years (monster plot bunny?). In fact, the blue rose symbolism might get that story on track for good... at last.

Not to forget painting, I might have to start working on two projects since the paint I was given has a life of its own and takes forever and a day to dry enough for me to start working on the second layer.

Here's the list. I hope to have one of the blog posts ready soon...ish.

Friday, 25 November 2011

The Speedy Neutrino, Or "The Earth Is Flat, My Friend"

Well, either the Earth is flat and the sun is rotating around us, or the Diskworld is travelling through space, thanks to the Great A'Tuin (all right, wrong universe on that one, but it was too tempting to exaggerate, and you'll soon see what I mean).
If we consider that the first theories that were formulated, once widely accepted, must not be challenged, then, we're in trouble.
I'm not a scientist (maths is far from being my forte), but I'm curious, and I can understand some chemistry, physics and even a decent bit of quantum mechanics. The reason for this post, you’ll understand, is the circus around the possibility that tiny lil’ neutrino might have travelled faster than light, which was deemed impossible until now, according to Einstein’s theories.
Not so long ago, the Earth was deemed flat and considered the centre of the universe, but we know better now.
Our knowledge expands, whether some like it or not (I’m ready to bet there were some Inquisition blokes who were all disappointed when sciences improved and demonstrated some theories).

This kind of annoying narrow-mindedness isn’t limited to scientists. A few years ago, and unfortunately long before I started taking down notes on information that could prove useful later, I remember watching a documentary about two history students who’d been all but burnt at the stake for working on the controversial, and some thought mythical, “blue lotus” that can be seen in so many Egyptian temples and frescoes in tombs (apparently, it’s not a blue lotus (Nelumbo nucifera), but a variety of lily (Nymphaea caerulea)).
[If anyone knows the title of that documentary, do tell me; I haven’t been able to locate it again]
The two students worked on a thesis that was seen as rubbish by their teachers, and most of the professors and Egyptologists all around the globe. Though the details are in a blur, I think I remember the students could kiss their careers goodbye (or they were asked to present another work, I can’t honestly be sure); what I do remember was that I was shocked by the reactions of the teachers/researchers (all the more since I’d just started some serious research for my future PhD professor). I found the conclusion absolutely heart-wrenching as the thesis of the two students was proven correct some months later, but too late for their reputations.
The fact that they’d been working on something that was thought to be extinct, or mythical, was their undoing. They’d gone against the mainstream and were crucified for it. When they wrote their thesis, there was not much (and no one) to back them up; the proof was in the past, and it looked too much like some fairy tale; their original idea was dismissed as foolish – and yet… they were right, from A to Z (the ancient Egyptians had been promoting their own version of drug, sex and rock ‘n’ roll on their walls – they probably wanted to ensure repeats for all eternity).
I won’t even come near some other Egyptologists who refuse to acknowledge the possibility of alternate explanations (about the Sphinx or about the building of the pyramids), because they’re oh-so-sure and convinced that they know the truth.
Oh, the arrogance.

Now, let us go back to our cute neutrino, that fascinating mystery that still puzzles us, and let’s do the time-warp back to last September when a team of Italian physicists declared that some sub-atomic particles, our dear neutrinos, had reacted in tests (carried out by Opera - the Oscillation Project with Emulsion Tracking Apparatus) in a way that suggested that they were able to go faster than light (which is entirely impossible in Einstein’s book since he said that nothing can travel faster than light).
Right.
Why not?
I mean, we know the Earth isn’t flat. Knowledge expands and sciences improve, so… what’s the problem?
Well, as I see it, the problem is that some researchers treat their work as if it were a religion, and the first who doesn’t respect the current dogma must be silenced.

The Opera team was extremely cautious, and they repeated the tests with variants so as to make sure that they weren’t seeing things (and that no one in the team had chewed too many Egyptian blue lilies). They knew what kind of bombshell they’d be dropping the second they published their findings; they’d be turning Einstein’s theory of relativity into a thing of the past, and something wrong (or at least, not entirely right).
Since the current laws of physics are ruled by Einstein’s theory, that’d leave the physicists in a world without their usual life preserver. Now, I understand that the prospect of losing the theory that’s been the guideline for almost one hundred years can be scary, but if there’s a chance that the theory isn’t fully valid, challenge it!
Instead, we’ve got the physicists’ holy inquisition squad, sorry, I mean the Icarus collaboration (pardon me, but who’s the genius who picked up that acronym? It may stand for “Imaging Cosmic and Rare Underground Signals”, but if “imaging” refers to “cosmic signals” and “rare underground signals”, then why didn’t they choose Carusi? Cosmic and Rare Underground Signals Imaging. Less ridiculous than Icarus in my book) refuting the Opera team’s findings, saying that since there was no fall in energy in the results from Opera, then it’s impossible that neutrinos could travel faster than light. You see, that’s because there has to be a fall in energy if something were to travel faster than light… Well, that’s according to the current theory; the one that says that nothings can travel faster than light.
Cool paradox there, guys. No… really.
The Opera team was careful, but they had to make an announcement. Now, they’re waiting for other places to make the same tests and to come to their own conclusions (for example, scientists from the Minos consortium plan to do the same tests in Illinois next year). More tests sound scientific, but the heresy is just too much for some.
The Icarus (can’t get used to the name, really!) collaboration has already issued a study that refutes the Opera findings. What? Already?! Whoa! That’s quick, guys. Oh, wait, there are some people on your side, like Cern physicist Tommaso Dorigo, who declared the study “very simple, yet definitive”.
Wait a minute, my dear. “Definitive”? As in, “if you try to disrespect Einstein’s theory, we’ll shun you and we’ll discredit you, because there’s no other possibility”? Is that it?
There’s even a professor, Jim Al-Khalili from Surrey University, who said that he’d eat his boxer shorts if the test is correct. Eh?!
Is this research and science? A modern religion that admits no variation from the chosen, current dogma?
If so, and I’m afraid it is, it’s quite sad.
Perhaps Opera is right.
Perhaps it’s Icarus (that name!).
I find either possibility interesting, and, let’s face it, if dear neutrino does travel faster than light, it’s not going to change my life (then again, it’s true that I’m not a physicist), but the one thing that annoys me beyond words, though, if you’re on this page you’ve read quite a few of my words on the topic, is the fact that these “researchers” aren’t excited by a new idea, a new possibility.
They think “the blue flowers on the wall are just pretty” and “last century, Master Albert said that nothing can travel faster than light”, and they wrap themselves in that shiny belief, like a baby clings to its comfort blanket.
Where’s the excitement, the challenge?
Where’s the awe?

I am curious, and I love to learn new things (I stopped counting the times people told me that it was bad, and that I should focus on a pin’s head, but that’s boring in my book).
If I were a physicist, when the Opera group published the results of their tests, I’d probably have attempted to cartwheel (gravity would have had a moment of fun then), and then I’d have gathered my own team for a pow-wow about what we could do to demonstrate that theory (or discover that something else happened, and if so… what?).
If I were told that in a parallel dimension (some believe there are several dimensions in our universe), the Earth is flat and has its star orbiting around the planet, my one and only reaction would be “Bloody brilliant!”.
I think I’m utterly disappointed that researchers and scientists behave like scared toddlers and/or bullies.
There’s so much to learn, and we have (relatively) so little time on this rock. Why waste time?
With sciences, just the way it was with religious beliefs, one must let go of one’s fears.
Without fears and with an open mind, mankind would become so much better. Yet, I wonder if most brains in this world aren’t wired in a way that makes them crave for the comfort of what’s identified and known – the safety of the security blanket for the mind.
We’re not cats; curiosity’s not going to kill us (not if we do use our brains).
It’s going to be funny if, next year, Speedy Neutrino wins the race for good, and the whole theory has to be challenged.
If our Earth isn’t flat, then maybe neutrinos do travel faster than light, and without losing energy.
What fun the universe would be having if the Minos consortium proved the Icarus collaboration wrong! (Name karma?)

It’s not that I want to see Jim eat his boxer shorts, not really, but I’d love to see all the arrogant people who think they know anything definitive be proven wrong in a massive way.
Curiosity, open mind and humility, people.
The more one learns, the more one realizes that one knows… well, sparks of stuff, shreds of things, bits of elements. Knowledge is fascinating and such a human challenge, let’s not turn theories into religions, that’d be counter-productive.

One quid on Speedy Neutrino in the light race. Ta!

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Presenting Today's Work

I wanted to write, but ended up drawing.
This:
I hope it'll still look decent when I start adding oil...

Friday, 18 November 2011

I Remember When... Or Do I?

Memory's a strange thing.
I just have to start a chat with my own mother to realize that, about shared events, what I remember is far from what she remembers.
We select our own version of any event, and we transform it, making it nicer with our rose-tinted glasses, or making it more horrible. Then, the memory's preserved, kept, worshipped... and it becomes the truth.
I just have to mention childhood memories to my mum, and we get two different versions.

As someone who works on History, I find it properly fascinating. If my mum and I can't agree on the version of something where we both were present and participating, how can I expect the testimonies I use in my research to be accurate? In fact, I can't, and as long as we rely on a human brain (pretty stuck on the options here, I'm afraid), we'll never be able to get any fully accurate account. We can get the broad picture, but the interpretation is bound to differ, and it's both fascinating and irritating.
It's fascinating because we're only human, but it's irritating because we can never be sure of the truth (if we can't agree on simple, private events, how could we agree on bigger ones?).
My work, articles and research (particularly the longest one, my PhD thesis) - everything's based on data and testimonies, and how could we rely on that? Either we're dealing with an individual, or individuals, who's seen something and who's telling it the way he or she remembers it, or we're dealing with prior historians who've made choices when they wrote their accounts.
My PhD thesis was on a very obscure event in European history; it's something that has cultural consequences even now. You have people today believing that certain things happened, centuries ago, but what's absolutely extraordinary is that, even in the accounts of the time, there's one full day that was never reported in any form, to any historian. A few years later, the gap was filled with legend, and that legend became the truth. I loved working on that subject because it was never boring, and it showed how History is selective.

We'd like to believe that we're trying to be neutral, but we can never be. We can't be fully accurate, but we can hope that, in History at least, we'll select the bigger image (otherwise we're dealing with mere propaganda).
In our own lives, we'll have to hope that we're keeping the most accurate memory about one event, but if I'm to judge this according to my own experience, it's a failure. Bad things look gloomy and remain so, while good things are seen with rose-tinted glasses and we cherish the pastel and fluffy memory that becomes roser and fluffier with time.

The human brain is quite fascinating... if disturbing (and irritating sometimes).

Happy Saturnalia... or Something

It's that time of... the year again.
Christmas commercials are coming back on telly, and there's that one company that uses CGI deer (I love deer, but those will drive me absolutely nuts by the end of the Christmas season, and that even if the commercials change each year).
Commercials are bad already, but a lot of shops got the Christmas decoration out (some started that over a week ago, for Merlin's sake!). It's... disturbing. They're starting earlier and earlier, and I might be biased because I'm no fan of that season, but I truly find that ridiculous. Next, we'll have Christmas deco before Hallowe'en.
Marketing's mad.

Monday, 14 November 2011

Colour Questions

I paint.
I've been painting for years.
I'm not going to pretend that it's any good, but I'm having fun (which is the most important part for me).
I've found a beautiful photo of the Sahara, where the sand is in shades of orange, with one brown mountain in the background.
I wanted (want?) to replace the orange tones by a palette of greens, but I can't make up my mind about the sky. I've tried to use a colour wheel to see with what I should logically replace the blue of the sky, but... I ended up with pink (dark pink, in fact). Green sand, pink sky? I'm not sure.
In order to get my sea legs in unusual colours, I might start by playing with a wood scene (that's my other plan anyway). I'll keep everything "normal" except the colour of the leaves.
Should I post photos of my works?

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Act III's Conclusion

I'm writing a play (slowly - I've been working on it for about six months). I've wanted to do that for a few years.
I'd kill to write a comedy, but I come up with few funny lines (not enough to write a whole play).
My story is a tragedy.
The plot follows a young man, who grows up and is followed by a curse. The plot is dark; it's so dark that I call it "the plot that'd make Sade proud" (it's not - only - that my brain's twisted, I was inspired by events mentioned in the press).
Act I and II need to be dark, but I had an idea for Act III; I was considering writing two Act III: one with a tragic/dark ending, and one with a lighter conclusion.
On the one hand, I think/thought that it'd be original, but now... I'm beginning to think that the less tragic act would be less courageous.

I'm writing Act II, scene 2 now. I'll see where the plot takes me.

Friday, 11 November 2011

What were they thinking?

I get The Irish Times in my inbox every morning, and a few days ago, I found this ad:

The page is there:
Here's a screencap, for good measure:
What were they smoking thinking? I'd probably be more convinced if they said the socks are to bring out your inner polar bear... but that's me and my odd sense of humour.
My feet will stick to Japanese socks. Thank you.

Blue Roses Plot Bunny

I've always found the idea of a blue rose intriguing, and now... I'm going to use blue roses in a story on which I'm working (though, let's face it, it's not #1 in the writing queue).
So, just in case I forget which webpage I viewed (and in order to test the features of this blog), here's the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_rose
Now, let's launch this...