Archive for September, 2005

Hucksterism

Friday, September 30th, 2005

I love the way Xavier Physics professors use math in demonstration of a concept. They do so in a manner befitting a vaudville magician or snake oil salesman:

“Let’s just consider this tiny bit of charge , dq,” he coyly suggests, knowing full well we’ll be doing integrals before the day is done. “Now, Tell ya what I’m gonna do. We’ll say, just between the two of us now, that this little bit of volume dtau here, is the same as r squared dtheta, because it’s so small we can act like it’s a little cube. ” And with a flick of the wrist, he’s got his assistant magically showing the voltage due to concentric cylinders of charge.

Today we converted an integral to find the period of a pendulum from some complicated form into a different from that would be easier to integrate. There was a factor of four in the complicated equation derived from the physical model, and this factor dissapeared in the new form. A fellow student seemed very suspicious of this, as if it were all a trick or something. “We’re going to divide this side by cosine theta, ” announces Dr. Schmitzer, and immediately this guy Erich goes “So is that where the four goes? How’s it come out of there?” as if she were demonstrating Dr. Heidrun Schmitzer’s Magicke Elixir and Nerve Tonic, and he wanted to know just how the thing worked.

I am amazed.

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

I know it’s probably a little early to be thinking about next year, but I’m looking over my class schedule, and it’s crazy how few classes I need to take in order to graduate. I’ll probably be taking an average of 12 hours for the rest of my time in college. The idea that I’ve got that few classes between me and my college degree/entrance in the to the real world is rather amazing. College seems like it’s gone very fast.

Hooray for Finding Lost Things

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005

I was putting my calculator and Twist-Erase mechanical pencil into my backpack, when I felt something squishy in the back pocket. I feared the worst; I couldn’t imagine what it would be but I was betting it wouldn’t be any good. It wasn’t in the back pocket, so I unzipped the next one, and reached in to find the set of juggling balls I bought from a friend in April. I was so happy! I’ve always wanted to learn how to juggle, and when I saw this guy with juggling balls in school I had to borrow them to learn how to use ‘em. I asked where I got them, and he just sold them to me. I screwed with them for a bit, but eventually lost track of them. I guess I’d put them into my backpack and forgotten about them.

If you’re wondering, I still can’t really consider myself a juggler; I can get through about 3 or 4 cycles, but I always lose it; I’ve got a ball in my had that I should toss up in the air, but I’m too focused on catching the one that’s coming down. Still, It’s great fun.

Flummoxed!

Monday, September 26th, 2005

I had been planning to check out day of defeat today; it said you could start playing it after 6 pm if you had gotten it via steam. I had the gold version of half-life 2 so I figured I’d be good to go. When I tried to run the program, it was acting like I hadn’t bought the game, sending me a link to the page where you’re supposed to buy it. On that page, however, it had a little icon next to the ‘half life 2 gold pack’ saying ‘you’ve already purchased a half-life 2 game package, so you can’t buy another one.’ After restarting steam twice, I figured maybe it was corrupted or something, so I uninstalled it and downloaded it again. When I still had the same problem, I went over to look at my box and realized that I have the ‘collector’s edition’, but not the ‘gold’ edition. So I had to fork over $20. Curses.

Edit:

Damn, that was $20 I just wasted. It was OK, but Call of Duty is much better.

Everyday Physics

Sunday, September 25th, 2005

Have you ever been to a catholic mass? When it comes time for communion, everyone lines up to recieve it from one of several distrubutors. The distributor says “body of christ” and offers you the little wafer; you respond “amen,” put it in your mouth, make the sign of the cross, and move on. In every communion line I have been in or witnessed, people slowly shift their weight from left to right as they waddle their way down to the distributor guy.

This situation could be modeled as an odd form of a driven oscillator. The period of time it takes to give a single person the communion wafer is the variable that encapsulates the behavior of the system. If the period were really small and each person only took 0.1 seconds to recieve communion, there’d be no waddling – people would just walk straight through the line, get their wafer and go. If the period were really long, say 30 seconds, the line would move more like something at an amusment park or fast food operation – you’d move a bit, then sit and wait a bit. With a period on the order of 5 seconds, you get the waddling behavior.

Why does the waddling happen when the line moves at only certain speeds? The answer is minimization of energy; moving continuosly takes a lot less energy than repeatedly starting and stopping. When you walk at a comfortable pace, your feet (and therefore your body) are constantly in motion and you don’t realize much of a benefit, energetically speaking, from waddling back and worth. When you’re moving slower, however, you waste a bunch of energy by moving a bit and then stopping. By shifting your weight from left to right, you’re just bouncing your momentum back and forth instead of starting and stopping it. This is the same reason large people tend to have more of a waddle in their walks; because they’re bigger, the energy saved by waddling instead of stopping and starting again persists to higher velocities than for regularly sized people.

Just something to think about.

Saturday Morning

Saturday, September 24th, 2005

Today I went to the lockland office of friend’s relative, to help fix some computer problems they had. Lockland used to be a burgeoning suburb, with buisnes development and a promising future; in the same manner that Norwood and other cincinnati suburbs were about 40 years ago. Now, it’s very different. The steets were dirty, strewn with pebbles and pockmarked by cracks and old grass. The buisness itself was in an industrial park full of aged buildings with names like ‘pilot specialty surfactants.’ On one corner, a rusty chain-link caged in a faded army of ice cream trucks.

611 Shephard Lane was a boxy building, the same faded brown color as a chocolate milk carton bleached by the sun. The concrete around the building was just as cracked and dirty as the streets leading up to it, only more littered with debris. I arrived early and had time to look around. At the back of the building there was a collection of old cars, presumably left for some sort of repair but then later abandoned. As I stepped closer to insepct a mossy mercedes, a brown cat resembling my cat vegeta hopped out the back of a 20 year old chevette. That car was mostly hollowed out, except for some oddly shiny silver trim accessories piled up in the back.

Opposite the building I was waiting to get in was the ‘commisary’ for Angilos Pizza. I peered into the window and saw a large metallic room, packed with racks covered in cooking trays. At first I thought the room had been abandoned for a while and was covered in dust or crumbled drywall; I then realized it was just caked in flour. I went back to my car to wait for Tim Gerbus.

Somewhare to the west, I heard what I thought were children shouting. Maybe there was a park somewhere nearby. Did the kids from that dirty looking neightboorhood east of here spend their saturday mornings at that park? It seemed like a lost image from a bygone era. My thoughts on this matter were interrupted by the sound of large rocks being loaded into a dump truck by an old black man and two women with bleached blond hair about 40 yards from where I was. I started to think about what they’d be doing with those rocks, and what those children in the park were shouting about when I heard a large rumbling noise. I thought it was probably a train coming, but was perplexed when I saw a green box truck pull around a corner; I didn’t realize a box truck could make that kind of noise. The truck left, the noise continued, and I remained perplexed until the dull blue CSX frieght liner came rumbling across the tracks to south.

Soon after that, Tim arrived, and let me in to fix his computer.

Stupid Interface Design

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005

This image:
OnOff Icon

is the universal image for an ‘on/off’ switch in electronics. I can’t name the number of devices that use it. It’s more or less an industry standard, and it makes sense to anyone familiar with computers – 1 is on, 0 is off. The superposition of the two implies the button is used to toggle the device between being on and off.

For some reason, the fellows who designed the Avaya 3136 Wireless VOIP phone decided that they’d have one button turn the phone on, and one button turn the phone off, and that they’d label the ‘on’ button with the ‘on/off’ icon. I have no idea what they think the zero is doing on that image, and my guess is that they never considered it; they probably just associated the image with a power button and didn’t think anything of the superposition of symbols. The net result of this is that I was trying to turn the phone ‘off’ with what should have been an ‘on/off’ button, but which was in reality just an on button. Stupid.

I love toothpaste for dinner.

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005

This guy’s webcomic is very, very good.

Best Profile Link Ever

Wednesday, September 21st, 2005

Hat Tip: Kyle Gorman
Your Pants Are Ugly. You might want to just give up now.

I Just Did a Cool Physics Problem

Wednesday, September 21st, 2005

I was even going to upload it, but I decided that might have been overkill. I do my homework problems one at time on a whiteboard in my room. Once I have the problem figured out, I carefully transcribe my work onto a sheet of white copier paper. I have determined this to be the most perfect method of doing homework, becuase it’s easy to draw pictures on whiteboard, it’s easy to erase and correct mistakes, you don’t waste paper trying to figure out how to solve the problems, and the end result is something to be proud of – crisp diagrams, flawless math, and no ugly eraser marks.

If you were wondering, the problem was this:

A sphere of radius R contains Charge Q. Find the repulsive force between the ‘northern’ and ’southern’ hemispheres.

And the answer is (obviously): REDACTED

Update: Apparently I got the answer wrong on this problem.  That’s embarassing. Here is a correct solution.