Category Archives: true life 2007

dc blogs

For over a week I’ve been getting way more traffic off of [tag]dcblogs[/tag] than I usually do when I get a link (not that I don’t appreciate it every time they link to me, but this seemed peculiar). I finally looked at my logs and saw why:

Life in the neighborhood — two stories. First, Meanlouise.com wonders why she is never invited to neighbor’s party in Life on Wisteria Lane. And Young, Broke, and Fabulous gets a Neighbor’s less than warm welcome to her new neighborhood.

(minor clarification: I do know why I don’t get invited, I’m just too polite to say so on my blog)

It’s always those catty little posts that get the attention, isn’t it? Ah well, come for the snark, stay for the rambling manifestos.

Have a cup of tea and some snacks while you’re here. I don’t bite. Often…

NaNoWriMo: yesterday afternoon in tweets

Abandoned my writing buddy when my eyeballs threatened to fall out of my head and roll across the floor and, more importantly, the superstrength ibuprofen wore off and my hands started to ache like they’d been hit with a hammer. Starting wordccount 13k. Final wordcount at the end of the day: 17,436

(posted on request for a reader who can’t access twitter)

When in trouble, kill a character. Kill 2, they’re small. Live on the wild side, kill a major character. a funeral is worth a thousand words
about 4 hours ago from web

16k words.many of ’em about travails of writing at coffeeshop. see also:people who let their spawn bang on the piano like liberace on crack
about 4 hours ago from web

received txt msg from WriMo who turned out to be sitting right behind me here at the coffee shop. wackiness.
about 4 hours ago from web

15,000 words. some of them coherent. most of them real.
about 4 hours ago from web

maybe I should quit writing and devote my life to roller derby
about 5 hours ago from web

NaNoWriMo update: 14,000 and counting.
about 6 hours ago from web

NaNoWriMo Report

As you may have noticed, I’m rarely at a loss for words. That doesn’t mean I don’t get writer’s block, but it never manifests in the “all work and no play make jack a dull boy” vein. I may not have the oomph to work on what I should be working on, but I can almost always be counted on to churn out words of some sort.

To whit, since NaNoWriMo began, I’ve written manifesto-length blog posts, tweeted incessantly, IMed endlessly, produced proliferous emails (though not enough to even approach being caught up, unfortunately). I’ve put pen to paper and written letters, to-do lists, greeting cards, postcards, and notecards. But I have not put in anything approaching adequate effort on my November novel, which needs to reach 50,000 words by November 30th.

Today is the 14th. I should be at around 23,338 words today. I’m at just above 13,000. Not to put too fine of a point on it, but last year at this time I was approaching 70,000. That was then and this is now, and there’s still plenty of time.

Thus, today, it’s time to pull out all the stops. Detailed expositions of trips to the grocery store and the hardware store and the coffeeshop. Shopping lists. Emails between characters. Dream sequences. Fake academic articles. A novel within the novel (good place to shove the debris that no longer serves the story but I can’t bear to dump because down would go the wordcount). Perhaps even some blog posts.

Hell, I may resort to song lyrics, but things will have to get a bit more desperate for that to happen. No offense to anyone using the song lyrics trick, if it’s in the service of the story I say go for it.

Now, if you’ll pardon me, I think one of my characters is about to dare another one to recite all of the U.S. State capitals.

quantum physics

This week I decided to finally read Kai Bird and Martin Sherwin’s American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer. It’s a bit embarrassing I haven’t read it yet, since the subject matter bridges my fields of study so perfectly.

Not that I have more than a surface understanding of quantum physics, but I’m fascinated all the same. I edited an officemates thesis one year and I have to admit that at one point I’m pretty sure my brain had a fire drill. All of my thoughts marched outside and lined up on the curb and refused to come back inside until the bell rang.

Over at the [tag]WiredScience[/tag] blog Correlations, [tag]Clifford Johnson[/tag] ponders the flaws in our thinking about [tag]quantum mechanics[/tag]. Both the way it’s been taught in the U.S. and the place these concepts hold in the popular imagination.

Even for science majors at college, it is very common for the parts of physics that deal with quantum mechanics to be taught in a rush at the end of a semester long freshman course as a bit of “modern physics”. This persists to some extent beyond freshman years as well. The whole supposed weirdness of it all is over-emphasized and over-blown in class and also in popular presentations (I always argue with my friend the excellent science writer KC Cole about this – I want people to stop prefacing quantum issues with the word “weird”, while she says “but it is weird”, and I reply “not necessarily”… and so it goes) and so it ends up being perceived as strange, not of this world, and/or totally misused and misapplied (for example by charlatan “new age” film makers and so forth).

The problem is that we all fall into the same trap when teaching about this material. It is always taught as though it were in contrast or in opposition to classical (Newtonian) physics. Way too much time is spent worrying about philosophical implications of Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle for example. That and other aspects of the physics would not seem so weird if we had not spent all that time prejudicing the listener with misleading concepts, focusing on entirely irrelevant concepts (given the context) that make them think of electrons and atoms as little billiard balls and so forth. Then we end up with a set of “quantum rules” that seem weird only because we should not have been thinking in terms of billiard balls in the first place. You can see part of the problem in the very name of the Uncertainty Principle. This is just the English translation of something that would have been better translated as the Indeterminacy Principle, referring not to being uncertain about the value of a quantity (the position or momentum of some billiard ball like object), but the fundamental fact that the quantity simply has no meaning in some situations – It cannot be determined. Hence “Indeterminacy”. The billiard ball images we insist on using out of context makes us ask the wrong – meaningless – questions, to which the answers then seem weird. (In several other languages, the Indeterminacy Principle is the common usage.)

I know that’s a pretty big pull-quote, but I think it’s worth reading and really thinking about and I know not everyone reads the referenced materials they see in blog posts. (Which is a shame because manipulating meaning by eliminating context is so very easy to do, on purpose to serve and agenda or inadvertantly due to haste or carelessness).

Science education is already verging on shambles in this country. Biology and chemistry education at all levels is a battlefield, research dollars in higher education are so tight it’s a wonder scientists don’t kill one another over them. Giving students an incomplete education in physics only compounds these problems. If I’m not careful this will digress into a tirade about the sorry state of math education with a small detour to address so-called Intelligent Design, so I’m just going to let Johnson’s own conclusionary words speak for themselves:

Something is definitely wrong with the way we teach basic science if the key concepts that underlie so many of the things that affect our lives are considered to be not part of the everyday. I’m not saying that everyone should know all the details, of course, but this stuff is 100 years old and is the foundation of some of our most important industries and the entire modern information age. People should know where all those goodies come from.

As educators, writers, program makers, and journalists, we need to do better.

It was a longer piece, you should go read it. And check out the rest of the Correlations blog while you’re wandering around. Good stuff happening over there.

You can be too organized

I didn’t think I packed away summer clothes last year, since I go to la florida fairly often there’s no point. A few days ago I opened a storage box in the basement that I presumed to be mismarked since it said “summer clothes November 2006.” It was indeed full of summer clothes. I think after I sort through them, most go to Goodwill, since I clearly didn’t miss or need them.