Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Twitterpated, The Sequel

I've been neglecting you, I know.
Part of it is this new media - twitter and, in a way, facebook - and the demands of it. I make a point of posting something every day, which, it turns out, is difficult to sustain. My facebook page now has over 300 followers, and I feel that I owe them something (this is not necessarily a bad thing), so each day I find news stories about science and link them. My twitter handle has only 33 followers, however, but finding content to pass along is somewhat easier. The difficulty with twitter is finding something unique to say, instead of merely forwarding what others have already posted. Each tweet must stand alone, be self-sufficient and self-explanatory (at least cursorily), and be interesting enough that someone might care to read it or share it with others. My blog, on the other hand - and you know who you are - has about half a dozen readers.
Now, I'm not fooling myself into thinking that 300+ people like my facebook page because they really like it and care about what I have to share. I think that the majority of those people have either agreed to follow my page because I know them personally and harassed them into it, or else they are strangers who accidentally liked my page because it's the name of that song by The Killers (that song knocked me from #2 in a Google search to pages behind a nearly infinite number of youtube videos and lyrics sites... grumble grumble). But maybe I can do something positive given those circumstances - maybe if I share enough stories about cool science facts and discoveries, things that we've learned over the years (evolution, climate change, and neurology come to mind), some of it will get through. Maybe someone out there will be chatting with her friends over coffee and recall seeing some news story about how scientists built a self-folding robot, and they'll discuss how neat that is, and maybe she'll take some engineering courses in college. Ok, a bit optimistic perhaps, but the point is valid. Maybe I can make a positive difference, however small.
There is one other reason why I have been neglecting my blog, however, and it answers the question you probably have right now: "if you do want to make a difference, why should that involve twitter and facebook, but not blogger?" It's a valid question. The answer is simple: health. (There is one additional but less important answer: summers are always busier, with interns and conferences and so forth.) Blogging requires a lot more effort than does retweeting photos from NASA, and lately I've not been well enough to have the energy to do it. Without going into detail, this health issue has actually been a real struggle for me. I want to write - desperately - but I very often find that I can't.
Does it matter to anyone but myself? Probably not. I write mostly for my own benefit, so there's very little (if any) global impact if I stop. This is why I've concentrated what energy I do have on the upkeep of MAB on facebook instead of here. It (potentially) matters to more people. (NB: this is not an underhanded ploy to garner empty compliments!)
So that's that. I've let myself become twitterpated because it's less work than being bloggerpated. I am a limited resource (even more so with the health issue) and so I must take care to delegate my effort. But for all that, I enjoy blogging far more than posting news stories on facebook. So I won't completely give it up.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Twitterpated

As Thumper explained to Bambi, "he's twitterpated."
In the real world, twitter has taken on new meaning. Having recently joined the twitterverse - with considerable trepidation, I might add - I wanted to share my experience.
I have to admit, the Twitter format seemed impossible, at least it did before I started. But the 140 character limit turns out to be a boon for creatively sharing information. The strict format fosters creativity, much in the same way that a highly structured poetic form encourages more imaginative use of language, or a small studio apartment motivates clever uses of space. I have to think about what I'm going to say and how I'm going to say it, to a greater extent than when blogging or posting to Facebook (to say it without using txt spk is an even more difficult undertaking!). That isn't to say that I am sloppy with other forms of media, but instead that the format affects the content in a particular (and interesting) way.
Because of this, I think Twitter would be a good exercise for any scientist who wants to work on getting better at communicating with the public. If it takes more than 140 characters to explain, in basic terms, what you're researching, then perhaps it's not so compelling research after all... either that, or (more likely), you're not doing a good enough job of explaining! (A decade or so ago, we used to refer to this kind of communication as "talking points.")
So call me twitterpated. I don't mind.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The Many Worlds of Leo Szilard

I've just returned from the APS April meeting, which hosted a special session entitled The Many Worlds of Leo Szilard (yes, Neil deGrasse Tyson was also there....).
Sadly, I overheard two students in the auditorium behind me commenting that they had no idea who this "Sizlard? Zilard? Lizard?" guy was.
Dr. Szilard, a physicist from Austria-Hungary, was instrumental in the development of the first nuclear reactor, electron microscope, linear accelerator, cyclotron, and was involved in the Manhattan Project. He is even anecdotally credited with designing his own radiation cancer therapy. My work would not be possible without the solid foundation he provided.
Despite his work on the nuclear bombs of the Manhattan Project, he had a tremendous respect for human life and hoped desperately that the United States would not actually use the weapons. He drafted a petition, collected signatures, and presented the result to President Harry Truman, but to no avail - the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, ending the war in the Pacific arena. Szilard was eventually dismissed from the Manhattan Project by General Leslie Groves for having suspected communist sympathies.
Today, few people outside of those interested in our nuclear history know his name (let alone how to pronounce it). In spite of this, he is forever memorialized with a crater on the dark side of the Moon named after him.
I can only hope those students learned something. I'd rather not repeat the history that Dr. Szilard tried so valiantly to prevent.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Travel

Sorry, all. I'm going to do that thing you're not supposed to do with a blog and apologize for not writing in so long. But it wasn't my fault, in that sense. I was traveling.
I wish I could tell you that I was traveling to new and exciting and exotic locations around the globe, taking in local culture and trying new foods and climbing mountains and leaving prayer flags at temples. But no such luck. I was traveling for work.
The difference this time was duration. I was away from home for 5 1/2 weeks.
I have a news flash: a 5 1/2 week business trip is too long.
It was an awkward in-between kind of length, too long for a typical hotel-stay kind of trip, but too short to be considered a sabbatical. Yet I did stay in a hotel (thankfully one with a small kitchen, albeit in the same room as the bed), instead of finding a characterful apartment to live in for a while. I lived out of a suitcase. I went without the companionship of my pets or the familiarity of my home. I spent $3.75 in quarters every week to do laundry.
To what end? Well, ostensibly, I was there to participate in 3 different experiments: one a measurement of gamma rays from an important nucleus in novae and x-ray bursts, one a particle-transfer reaction looking at parameters important for nuclear structure, and one a commissioning run for the large, complicated piece of equipment I just finished installing and testing. It wasn't originally supposed to all happen at once, but in a fluke of scheduling, all three experiments ended up being scheduled within the same month. Plus a week or so either side to set up and tear down, and what you get is a really really long stay.
Add to that the fact that weekends were usually spent in the lab, trying to fix something that had broken on Friday, and even your slim chances for a day's escape to somewhere interesting nearby is stolen from you. It's too much to ask of someone.
I think the worst part is that this trip has been so completely exhausting, it has ruined my desire to travel anywhere else. I could attend some conferences in Europe this summer, take a vacation to the beach, who knows? But (at least right at this moment) I don't want to ever look at a suitcase again, so how can I go? I don't even want to leave the house to go grocery shopping, not really.
Travel shouldn't have to be such a chore. I know traveling for work isn't as great as traveling for yourself, but you should at least be able to get something positive out of it.
I don't actually know how to end this post, to be honest. I spent too much time away from home, in a place that is no substitute, and it has addled my brain. I answered the question "how are you?" today with "not too much." I can't think. I need to recover.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Science Bowl

First of all, I'd like to say congratulations to all of the students who participated in the East Tennessee Middle School Science Bowl - you're all very bright!
I had the good fortune to be a Scientific Judge for the past couple years at the Science Bowl competition. Along with the moderator, my job was to read questions, acknowledge responses, and determine (in cases where there could be some ambiguity, such as short answer questions) whether the answer given by the student was sufficiently correct.
This year, the moderator I worked alongside was a veteran of the Science Bowl in many respects: he had not only moderated for many years, but also had been a question writer, a question reviewer, and before that was one of those very students who sat, in teams of four, across from us. Someone asked, at the end of the day, whether his participation in the Science Bowl competitions as a student had made a difference to his choice of career as an engineer.
I was glad, however, that no one asked me the same question, because I never participated in anything like Science Bowl. Sure, we had physics club in high school, but that was really just an organized way of working collaboratively on homework. I didn't do Math Olympiad or Science Bowl or any robotics competitions. Instead, I went to the Latin Olympics.
Yes, that's a thing. It happens all over the US, in fact, though the only website I could find was for the Chicago Public Schools' competition.
Instead of answering multiple choice questions about geology and physics, I was practicing oratory in a dead language.
In honor of that colorfully competitive past, I share with you this: the story of Minerva and Medusa which I had to memorize. I remember getting some sort of medal, but whether it was for this, I can't recall.
Olim Medusa, puella pulchra, in terra obscura habitabat ubi neque sol neque luna apparebat. Terra obscura puellae grata non erat. Medusa Minervam adoravit.
"Dea sapientiae, audi me," puella misera oravit. "Juva me! Terra obscura, ubi habito, mihi grata non est. Pulchra sum; pulchram comam atque faciem pulchram habeo. Nemo autem in terra obscura me videre potest. Desidero in terra clara habitare."
Dea autem Medusam juvare recusavit. Tum puella irata Minervae dixit, "Invidiosa es quod tam pulchra sum! Populum me videre non desideras!"
Tum dea irata pulchram comam puellae mutavit.
"Tu fuisti superba propter comam pulchram atque faciem pulchram. Ego comam tuam in serpentes mutavi," dea dixit irata. "Non jam tua coma erit pulchra. Tua facies erit pulchra, sed nemo te spectare poterit. In saxa tua facies viros mutabit."