The Secret Of The Banjo’s Twang Revealed By Nobel Prize-Winning Physicist — The Physics arXiv Blog — Medium

Niftiness!

I have suspected as much. I tried to tell my father about it. It is nice to see what research shows.

https://medium.com/the-physics-arxiv-blog/the-secret-of-the-banjos-sound-revealed-d45f811ddf3d

2 Pi on Tau Day

Here I am, back in New Mexico.

Albuquerque this time, not Santa Fe or Los Alamos. 

Lots has changed in the past ten years since I came here the first time. So, why does this place affect me like it does?

I think it is because I was so close here. I was so close to fulfilling dreams that I did not even know that I had.

I came here broken. Unsure of myself, but ready to try. Ready to fly. I was literally working on a project whose name translated to “miracle.” And it felt like a miracle that I was even hired.

And as time went on, I grew stronger. I grew more sure of myself. And I remembered some of the happiness that I had lost in Ohio. Only loneliness was my enemy. And eventually, even that changed.

Eventually, I lost it all. I went back to Ohio feeling all the worse for having tasted dreams so sweet.

I got a new job. A better paying one. Worse hours though. And the loneliness is far more complete. 

It sent me here for a two week course in accelerator physics. Well, I volunteered. A chance to learn more for my current job, yes. But also a chance to prove to myself that I can make it this time. I can win. I can be happy.

And yet, unless something changes soon, when I leave on Monday I will leave feeling like someone chewed me up and spit me out.

I know now. I cannot come back here until I bring the happiness with me. 

The Land of Enchantment showed me what was possible, but I need to bring the raw materials and work on my own milagro.

Class Photos – USPAS

Notice how happy and awake we look.

This is all a lie.
http://uspas.smugmug.com/2014-University-of-New-Mexico/Class-Photos/i-mkss2KT/A

Guest Blogger Starling: Schrödinger’s Rapist: or a guy’s guide to approaching strange women without being maced

Originally posted on Shapely Prose:

Phaedra Starling is the pen name of a romance novelist and licensed private investigator living in small New York City apartment with two large dogs.  She practices Brazilian jiu-jitsu and makes world-class apricot muffins.

Gentlemen. Thank you for reading.

Let me start out by assuring you that I understand you are a good sort of person. You are kind to children and animals. You respect the elderly. You donate to charity. You tell jokes without laughing at your own punchlines. You respect women. You like women. In fact, you would really like to have a mutually respectful and loving sexual relationship with a woman. Unfortunately, you don’t yet know that woman—she isn’t working with you, nor have you been introduced through mutual friends or drawn to the same activities. So you must look further afield to encounter her.

So far, so good. Miss LonelyHearts, your humble instructor, approves. Human connection…

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Chicago a frontrunner for George Lucas’ Star Wars museum | Early & Often

Oh, Chicago! If you get this, I will forgive you for this past winter.

http://politics.suntimes.com/article/chicago/chicago-frontrunner-george-lucas-star-wars-museum/thu-04102014-1259pm

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St. Baldrick’s

St. Baldrick’s

I am raising money to join the fight against childhood cancer. I would really appreciate it if you would help.

I am giving up my dreadlocks. Partially, a show of solidarity/helping kids who feel awkward about losing their hair due to cancer treatments. Partially, to raise money for a good cause.

Ice Breaker

I wrote this a couple of days ago and posted it on G+and Facebook. It seems that people like it.

Dear Winter,

I fell in love with you when I was but a boy. Your promises of days off from the routine of school, whispers of Christmas, sharing hot cocoa …it was heavenly.

My love for you never dimmed through all these years. Until today.

It’s not you. It’s me.

Oh, who am I kidding? It *is* you.

You have grown so cold and yet so clingy. You insist upon redecorating and cover up anything I do. And you have become so bitter that I can barely stand you!

Also, I must admit it. I have met someone else. She can be  mercurial, I admit. Warm one day, cold the next. She can dampen a persons spirits on a moment’s whim or shower him with warmth. She encourages growth instead of stifling it. She makes me glad to be alive.

Her name is Spring. And though I have been told that she cannot stay long, I cherish every moment we have together.

Please understand. And don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

Google Charts the History of Modern Music

Info-tastic!

http://io9.com/google-charts-the-history-of-modern-music-1504078326

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Can you keep and eye on the cross?

Owen:

I love this.

Originally posted on Richard Wiseman:

Rob J just sent me this great example of figure-ground reversal – hope you like it!

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I do not miss my physics homework …

“January 02, 2014″ http://feedly.com/k/1covYIy

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