Anticipation on the 4th of July with Fetched Balls

It’s nearly dusk & fireworks will start soon. For being out so far away from Seattle you’d think there would be nothing but sparklers. But ever year, somehow, fireworks start going off in all directions — big ones that often fill the sky. I really don’t know who can afford such things, but it’s more than one person or group!

Jake doesn’t mind the noise. It starts 2 or 3 days before the 4th, and continues 2 or 3 days after. Loud booms that feel like something slapped the top of your roof. You can hear some here.

They’re getting louder and more frequent now. Soon you’ll see them shooting into the sky, even before it’s completely dark. You can’t resist the anticipation, I suppose.

Here’s Jake playing catch an hour or so ago. I found a hole he dug, too, and he gets disciplined.

Nothing is Not Undefined in Relationships

NullData can be arranged relationally. When you order data with relationships in mind, it can be important to know what type of data we’re talking about.

Data types can be many things; numeric, integer, floating point, text, binary, dates, times, addresses — data types can be anything a database daemon was designed to support.

A problem can arise when you have a data container that is empty, awaiting data. For example, if your data type is integer, you may believe that a 0 represents nothing. But a zero represents a 0, not nothing, even though a 0 can represent nothing to us. Some databases might automatically place a 0 in a data container if no other value was provided. Other databases might not be so bold and reckless.

The problem is more apparent when considering text, or strings. If your container is meant to contain a string, yet you find yourself with no string to put in it, you have to ask yourself a question: “is the fact that I have nothing to put in it purposefully nothing – an empty string – or is it instead that it is an unknown, or undefined?”

Consider being told that you will have something done for you on Thursday. That’s great. It fits nicely in the date container. However, the Tuesday before, when you re-query the person, you find out that it may or may not happen on Thursday. If that confluence between a date and an event were to be filled, should it be an empty value, or an undefined (NULL) value?

Really, it depends upon the person who may or may not show on Thursday. Most people would say not to even define an event until that event is a “real” event. You can always add or delete things at any time. But that takes measurable work, and it consumes resources, and you have no built-in way to know if it’s tentative or not – it either is, or it isn’t going to happen.

A null in this case is very good at stringing people along. The event will easily be update-able to be happening or not, yet will never cause a conflict with any other overlapping event because it has an undefined value – NULL.

Interestingly, database users still argue over the usefulness of nulls in databases. Opponents of nulls claim that nulls easily confuse people and that any facts of known, unknown, or undefined values should live in the logic of the program running, rather than in the structure of data reality.

On the other hand, proponents of nulls claim that nulls reflect the reality of experience, in that some data must have the potential to be undefined when it has not specifically been set, even to nothing — because in doing so you can then claim data related to that thing may also be unknown or undefined.

Unfortunately, the real reality is that people and their languages are not always the best at accommodating undefined things – whether they are the ones generating the undefined things,  attempting to process them, or just simply to sensibly store them, in relation to any knowns.

Personally, I like nulls. Because they tell a story — and a fuller, richer one at that. Just keep in mind your own logic and language issues. Oh, and of course, those same things of others.

A Hanging Caretaker

Hanging Wildflower Bird NestHanging Wildflower Bird Nest With Two EggsI saw something fly out of it, the hanging planter. Filled with wild flowers from years past that still bloom.

So far, this year, there is only bright orange lifted high up, blooming. But more will come, eventually. Why was a bird inside?

I peek through the low green leaves that hide what is within, to find a nest made smoothly cupped in soft dog hair that shed from Jake.

Crazy little birds begging each day for seeds, and this one here wanting the wild flower hanging pot to nest! They are not shy, nor easily fear.

Then two days hence a little egg left seated all alone, wrapped in that small pristine bowl of dog hair made me think

I’ve killed them all! Me just using the Bayer fertilizer a chemical that can’t be touched and kills bugs who dare eat — perhaps even the not-yet-living bird.

And then another egg for two! The parents, unknowingly bound to raise them in my chemical mess, and I don’t know what to do

But hope, and swear I will never ignore again because I never know what unexpected happenings, may happen – and I am largely why.

But hope, offering what cleansing rains I can, in a hope for what I’ve done.

Space is Like Honey: Cold, Smooth Balls Pay Off Big (which wouldn’t surprise Einstein)

Gravity Probe B frame dragging

Time flies. But it cheats, being woven into the fabric of the space of the reality we perceive. And 6 years ago, whatever that is, I wrote a little piece called Warped Gyrations – Gravity Probe B which hinted around the NASA and Stanford experiment.

The satellite was called Gravity Probe B and it had gyroscopes; amazing gyroscopes with perfectly smooth balls, at least down to 40 atomic layers worth of smooth.

And smooth balls are sensitive balls. They’ve been up in space around Earth spinning, while the Earth spins. If Einstein is right-ish, then things spinning in space will drag the fabric of spacetime along with them, as if all space were a very slightly clingy, viscous liquid.

Now, these several years later, after analyzing the data, scientists can verify this: Earth creates its very own spacetime vortex as it rotates. More massive objects, such as neutron stars and black holes should downright twist spacetime insanely all around them. That’s just an extra added treat to enjoy as you’re swallowed up.

So for those of you who believe we benefit from the money invested in military science, just look at a couple of insights we have gained from this one, small experiment, practically free in comparison.

Jeff Kolodziejczak, the NASA project scientist says, about Gravity Probe B, “If experimental science is an art, then I would look at GP-B as a Renaissance masterpiece.” He’s right.

Most notably, to detect “frame dragging” of spacetime, as an object rotates within space, requires incredibly sensitive instruments, even for an object as massive as our planet. GP-B had to become a self-contained environment of near perfection, free from such terrible influences as the Earth’s magnetic field, or even the influence exerted by colliding with atoms in the course of orbital space flight.

It is a degree of perfection so extreme that it could not be allowed to interfere with itself, even to measure the spin of its own gyroscopes.

But it does measure them. The balls are coated with a nearly perfectly uniform metallic layer of niobium, which becomes a superconductor at the cryogenic temperatures inside Gravity Probe B — producing a tiny magnetic field as they spin.

But if you also have a superconducting wire wrapped around these balls, and are able to detect the quantum interference generated by the magnetic field, you can determine how fast they are spinning without even touching them, at all, with anything, even a harsh torrent of light particles.

The wider-landscape thinkers will be wondering, what about the Earth’s magnetic field getting in the way? Surely that would overwhelm any results you could possibly measure from small spinning gyroscopes.

And you would be right. That’s why you must discover a way to block the Earth’s magnetic field. No problem for NASA’s Kolodziejczak and his team. They’re using superconducting bags. Of lead. The gyroscopes live inside these bags. And these lead bags live inside a 400 gallon liquid helium cryogenic chamber, chilled to a nippy -456 degrees Fahrenheit. And that makes even lead a superconductor, effectively blocking the Earth’s magnetic field from the near absolute zero temperature.

All the while, Gravity Probe B has an eye watching the far star IM Pegasus. The star helps GP-B determine if the gyroscopes are tilting. This star will even be moving, along with the probe, but moving with precisely known rates which are accounted.

There is plenty more you can read about the probe’s devices at NASA if you’re interested. In the meantime, though, rest assured – as you walk through the room all spacetime does, indeed, warp around you. And not only that, you’re swimming around in the sticky stuff, even when only completely empty space surrounds you!

It’s freaky stuff. Important stuff. The nature of reality sort of stuff. I haven’t heard it mentioned anywhere in the larger public space. An event that will likely prove to be one of the telling events in the history of science – an event that will be taught to scientists for generations to come, silently passes us by.

What a curious thing to be alive in perception, at a given time point.

If the Rebels Only had Flashlights

Blackhawk Helicopter Interior, vulnerable to flashlights

It seems a federal trial is beginning for a local man accused of shining a small, hand-held spotlight at a helicopter flying low over his house. Apparently the flashlight blinded Homeland Security Agent Dave Simeur, causing him severe pain, and almost made him crash. He also claims the homeowner, Wayne Groen, continued to chase him with the flashlight.

Being a man who spends most nights awake and outside under the stars, I know nighttime helicopters. Even here, far away from international borders, few nights go by without darkened, low-flying helicopters hovering by. I don’t know why. And I don’t even know who to ask. Do I contact the mayor’s office and ask, “what are all these helicopters flying about at night, and who’s flying them, and what gives them the right?”

I thought the airborne ruckuses might be primetime-worthy fugitive chases at first, except that their appearances are almost never accompanied by police cars or sirens. Often, they trace back and forth across a few miles, never going out of hearing range. Sometimes, they are moving very slowly, at a very low altitude, which does indeed rattle everything in the house. In the middle of the night. Which, if I were asleep, would infuriate me.

That’s what happened to Wayne one night while he and his wife were fast asleep. A loud roar, a shaking house, and objects rattling off the shelves. It wasn’t the first time. He ran outside, he claims, to see what the hell it was, and to warn it off the top of their house. It really does make an impressive rattling…

You know he was mad. Furious probably. Of course he was. And it’s perfectly natural. Those assholes don’t care one bit what they keep doing to people down below in their houses, you would think. And they don’t. Not really. Not enough. And so he shined the light: I see you, you son of a bitch! Look at me down here! Pay attention to what the hell you’re doing!

And then Dave the Airborne Agent thinks, how dare that stupid fucker shine a light up on a Homeland Security helicopter! We’ll teach that arrogant SOB a lesson in respect and get him behind bars! Let’s see, I’m blinded, and almost crashed – yeah – putting government agents in danger – yeah – and the neighborhood too maybe. It’s too bad we can’t just take him out, though.

Or was it really, as Dave’s testimony suggests; oh god! My eyes! It hurts! We’re gonna crash in this Blackhawk helicopter that fights in war zones, from a flashlight! Holy moley my friend co-pilot, are you okay?

You know what, asshole helicopter pilots, agents, officers, or whatever you are, who fly low down around people’s homes all dark and secret-like at night… watch out! Wayne’s certainly not the only one you’re pissing off. If thoughts were crimes, the fantasies I’ve had about downing a few of you… and I’m about as far being a violent person as you can get.

And if a flashlight can so easily take you and your $14 million warplane out, just wait until you go up against my slingshot!

Do you think I’m being uncaring, insensitive or disrespectful about agents and police and pilots who are just doing their job when shaking houses apart in the middle of the night? No, the “just doing my job” excuse was long ago used up. For everyone. In everything. It’s your responsibility if you get slapped upside the head eventually, when you’re continually harassing and terrorizing people – for whatever reason.