Partical Physics
Phew. It’s been a long couple of weeks, but I’m pretty much moved in now.
So, I’m apparently a lecturer in physics at Manchester University, and no longer employed by HM Govt. It’s been a busy couple of weeks to say the least, as I’ve been out of the university arena for some years. I’ve joined the Particle Physics Group (also confusingly called HEP - High Energy Physics), and am a couple of doors down from fellow group member Brian Cox (whose site is much better looking than mine). It’s been a steep learning curve getting ready for the teaching load, but being given the nuclear physics lab is kind of nice, as I think I understand it. I’ll let you know after tomorrow’s first day! Universities are a lot more lively than when I was an undergraduate, and there is a real buzz about the place. It’s a bit like being in a hospital - everyone else seems to know what they’re doing and where they’re supposed to go, but there are few signs about. The ones that are there can be confusing (see picture!). Bit by bit I’m picking up what I’m supposed to be doing, which is teaching and research basically…
Fortunately, my office in Schuster is with the other physicists, and not in the old Rutherford Building, which is part of the older quad of buildings on Oxford Road, and I think now occupied by psychologists. People have commented on a possible link between the deaths of five people who all worked in the building, but given the very low levels of radiation so far measured (it’s been a hundred years guys) I’m betting it will turn out to be another leukemia cluster. In other words, it will be a random clustering of events that people call attention to because they are looking for a specific, well-identified cause. There is a lot of psychology in that activity - maybe the building occupants will look into that!
Hopefully unconnected with my arrival is the rather amusing decision by the Student Union to re-classify the toilets from men/women to with/without urinals (in the words of Al Murray, ‘I was never confused’). Transgender students have perhaps correctly pointed out that there is an uncomfortable choice to be made about whether to have abuse thrown at them by either women or men, depending on which door they go through. In typical student fashion, there is a backlash from more conservative student groups who wish to maintain a clear gender divide for their own comfort. The union representative on that there TV (who had surprisingly green hair which made me forget her name) seemed a bit non-plussed at the media attention, but gamely held her own on the rights of all to choose. Good on her. For me, the amusing part of the story is that anyone would want to use any of the toilets in that building. They are after all rather dingy.
Bouncy Castle
The SRS: now just so much junk
Today was a rather surreal experience.
Now that the SRS has finally shut, and before the men with spanners start to dismantle the accelerator - some parts of which are over 40 years old - the site has been opened to staff (and the many ex-staff) for a full Sunday. It was a strange experience to come as a tourist to my own place of work, and even stranger that for the event the lab has decided to include a funfair, classic car rally, and birds of prey exhibition. I’m not really sure what any of that has to do with synchrotron science, but maybe it brings in the punters. Unfortunately, the bouncy castle and ‘megaslide’ (whatever that is) were both stolen last night, so the funfair consisted solely of rides next to our decrepit site stores building. I’m not quite sure why it’s best to put playing children near to piles of scrap metal, but there you go.
The celebratory aspect of the day seemed a bit misplaced to me, since there is nothing really to replace the facility, and more than a few people are being made redundant. It was doubly poignant for me as I’m leaving the lab myself in a week’s time, and I worked closely on the SRS for some years.
Oh well…
Of course, the open day was timed to come just after the last SR user meeting to be held at Daresbury. Besides the expected eulogies to the varied research that was done on the SRS, there was an interesting presentation by Jon Marangos, project leader of the ‘New Light Source‘ (what a terrible committee name that is). The science case has been completed, and is available in draft form for comment before final submissiong for funding for the design stage. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it calls for a high-repetition rate X-ray FEL suite (i.e. above 1 kHz), albeit without much technical definition that ties the experimental needs to hard accelerator parameters - the lack of which may or may not come back to bite as it did on 4GLS. Maybe it will get sorted out during the design phase.
Those ‘in the know’ realise that high repetition rate basically means superconducting cavities, since normal-conducting ones can only operate in pulsed mode under 1 kHz. And there are plenty of accelerators being built around the world that will do that - so won’t get funded in the UK. A superconducting design would be kind of nice, since I published a design for one of those a few months ago. Ok, so my design is based on ideas from a number of other people (WiFEL, LBNL etc.), but I think it’s quite good. Maybe they’ll ask me to carry on working on it even though I’m leaving.
My new Windows Mobile phone.
Okay, so I was set on gettng an iPhone eventually, probably by persuading my friend Sam to part with hers and me switch to an O2 SIM card (I’m on a crap T-Mobile tariff right now). But then, only yesterday, I got a special offer email from Expansys for the Ubiquio 503G, reduced from 230 quid to just 99 - with no tie-in contract. Since it has a full, real QWERTY keyboard, and I need something that can hold 1000-plus contacts, I thought ‘why not?’ and clicked on ‘buy’. Good old Expansys had it delivered in under 24 hours (and on a Saturday morning) on the default cheapo delivery, and so here I am typing this post one-handed while carrying a sleeping baby. Try doing that with a laptop! Setup of this Windows Mobile 6 device is a doddle: I haven’t even looked in the manual yet. And the keyboard is pretty good for its size: certainly better than the Blackberry or iPhone when I tried them. Mobile blogging is pretty easy thanks to the moBlog software I downloaded using the phone’s 802.11 b/g capability, and is really helped by the extensive predictive text dictionary. I am pleased so far, and 99 pounds for SIM-free is definitely a bargain.
Blimey!
Hmmm, it HAS been a while since I posted anything here… must be the baby I just had. Well, actually Donna had the baby. My contribution was about 10 seconds long. I’ll be starting to write a bit more from now on, as I’ve just taken a new post as a lecturer at Manchester University, so this website may be used more often than before.
The case of the Phantom Phone Call
I’ve just come back from France - lucky me - to find a phone bill from Virgin Mobile with a large spurious call charge - unlucky me. It says I’ve called 07953968999 for 166 minutes!!! Which obviously I haven’t. Here’s the evidence:
So, no calls there that are 166 minutes long. In fact, I’m surprised how few calls I made in France (the roaming entry). Where did it come from then? A quick Google and it appears that 07953968999 is the WAP connection setting for Virgin/T-Mobile in the UK. But here’s the thing - I haven’t used WAP or any other circuit-switched data (as you see from the data calls entry). And the phone can’t automatically connect - there’s a confirmation button. So Virgin are trying bill me for a phantom call. How does that work? If anyone has any idea, please let me know.
Cults
An interesting news story today: A video has been leaked of Tom Cruise going on about his views of Scientology. I’ve posted the video below. I find it particularly interesting as it almost makes sense - but not quite.
Like many pseudo-spiritual or pseudo-scientific arguments I have seen, Cruise makes use of similar kinds of general statements to those of conventional religious systems - ‘helping people’, ’solving problems’, ‘linking cultures’ - but without ever going into specifics, or getting into the sort of detail that’s actually quite crucial to understanding the basis of their beliefs. Now, this video could have been edited to make Tom Cruise look foolish, but I believe that it’s been put together like this deliberately by Scientology film-makers.
Why make general statements like this? It’s because people like simple answers to problems., and headlines let us make snap judgements without having to bother about actually learning about an issue. This is why politics works. For example, Ian Pearson - the Science Minister - recently said ‘we have put up investment in UK physics by 13.6%’; it takes a little digging to work out that it’s all eaten up by complications such as FEC, VAT, fixed international subscription limits and so on. But voters care about headlines.
Similarly, when we think about religion it’s easy to pigeonhole people based on headlines about them. Scientology gives more traditional religious beliefs a bad name, because it plays on the headline-grabbing psychology which is hard-wired into our busy, subject-hopping brains. But consider this: if religious and philosophical belief were simple enough to work out in 5 minutes, then people wouldn’t have been arguing about it for thousands of years, which of course they have.
Ask yourself another question. Which book has undeniably had more influence on human history than any other? Obviously, it’s the Bible (or maybe you don’t believe that - but think about what other book has had such an impact). Now, whether or not you believe it’s all claptrap or think it’s good or bad, have you actually read any of it? Before you come to a premature judgement, read up on the subject, so you can make your own mind without headlines. But what do I know? I’m a Virgo and it’s well-known that Virgos don’t believe in astrology.
I’ll leave you with Tom in all his glory in edited highlights below. The full video is here.
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Takeaway
A leaflet dropped through my door this morning informs me of a Chinese takeaway called ‘Ding Wong’ located in the centre of Warrington. This confirms something I have long suspected…
(here comes the punchline)
… there must be some Ding Wong in Warrington!
The Naked Civil Servant
I had a media training course at work today. I didn’t know much about it beforehand so I didn’t really pay much attention to the tutors or the bios that had been provided. However, as I listened to the female tutor, it slowly dawned on me that I had heard her sultry voice somewhere before.
Of course! It was Susan Alexander, BBC journalist and presenter extraordinaire, telling us how to talk to the media! How cool was that? And she was very impressive, and not a little intimidating. I no longer have a disdain for arts graduates - this one really knew what she was talking about, and was sharp as a tack. No bullshitting possible here. The reason I didn’t make the connection before then is that all of us compartmentalise our lives, and don’t expect to see things or people out of context: I would have had the same trouble if I had gone to sit down on the sofa in my living room and found the Queen sitting there.
But then I realised something else that had subconsciously stopped me from making the link from radio to reality: every previous time I had heard Susan’s voice I had been naked. Naked, because when I listen to Radio 4 at the right time in the morning I’m nearly always in the shower. I didn’t mention the naked thing to Ms. Alexander though: I thought she might find it weird.
Blutack
Blutack. That’s what we found today. Blutack.
No, not in the stationery drawer or holding up a student poster, but behind a curtain hook plate which was also fixed into our living room wall with Araldite. This is yet another piece of evidence of how much the previous occupants of our house were complete bodgers. We’re decorating the front room at the moment, and are coming across several of these little niceties, including the cable TV boxes and cables clumsily stapled to the skirting board, holes in the plasterwork cunningly stuffed with newspaper and lining paper cover - a very disappointing Christmas present - and other bits I won’t go into. But the Blutack is the best (i.e worst) one. I mean, who repairs wall fixings with Blutack?
We had the same thing upstairs in the back bedroom: one of the predecessors’ spawn had knocked a hole in the wall, which the parents filled with Blutack. Of course, removing the wallpaper to recover revealed loose plaster all over the wall, and a 1-day job turned into 2 weeks involving a skip, plasterer and 20 rolls of lining paper.
I hate bodgers. Why spend 3 quid and 3 minutes doing a crap job when you can spend 5 quid and 5 minutes and do it properly? Fortunately, my feelings of injustice are not impotent as the next-door neighbours are still good friends with ‘The Bodgers’, and I use each of these little finds around the house as an excuse to go next door to tell them about my DIY exploits. By the way, in case you feel sorry for ‘The Bodgers’, let me tell you that when they moved out they asked us - in perpetuity - to forward their mail to next door ‘ in case any still came after redirection’. It turns out they’d moved to a bigger house (in a cheaper area) but neglected to tell the school authorities, so they would still be eligible to send Jack and Chloe (not their real names, but something equally fashionable) to the ‘good school’. Ok, so you and I would play the system too, but I don’t like people trying to us me as a pawn in their little subterfuges.
Of course, I returned the school’s letters back to the school with ‘moved house’ written on them.