Science Housekeeping

Part II of:  Understanding Faith and Belief  - and When You Ponder Why You're Who You Are, What Happens?

          In my 2011 essay Understanding Faith and Belief, I drew a literary corollary between my lack of understanding of the mathematics, physics, and scientific theory (as outlined by Michio Kaku as he explained the Theory of Everything) and those who claim to believe in a creator and possesses religious faith.  I did this by referring to Professor Kaku as "the priest" and the lecture I was watching as in "my church".

          As soon as I posted, nine years ago, I received this anonymous comment: 
     Mr Expert,
     Are you going to have a follow up post or article about this anytime soon? :)

          To which, I replied:
     Mr Snide,
     Nope.

          Well, Mr Snide, although this would not be considered anytime soon (by anyone's standard) it is a follow-up article.  Also, it can be considered a follow-up to When You Ponder Why You're Who You Are, What Happens?

          Recent scientific research has identified:  Dark Energy may have never needed to exist; the entire universe may not be flat; and there is a possible explanation (which fits with our known physics) as to what Dark Matter might be made of.

          Dark Energy was surmised to need to exist because (in the 1970s) a group of astrophysicists measured the speed at which distant galaxies were moving away from our galaxy.  They expected galaxies would be moving away at the constant speed of space expansion.  Instead, they claimed to discover, reported, and received Nobel Prizes for identifying: the further away a galaxy was, the faster it was moving away.  Because this could not be explained, they used the term Dark Energy as a placeholder to describe this as-yet-unknown force which they claimed was 'speeding-up' distant galaxies.

          The measurements and math of these 1970s-astrophysicists was recently re-examined.  Instead of just examining 130-or-so galaxies from a small segment of the sky (like was done in the 1970s) the new team of astrophysicists measured thousands of galaxies from the entire sky.  As a result: they failed to identify a consistent speeding up of all distant galaxies.  Which will hopefully be re-checked by more scientists (hopefully, before they're all awarded Nobel Prizes) but this means that Dark Energy is and was an un-needed placeholder and is no longer a thing. 

          Flat or curved:  Until now, space was observed to be flat, which was a term to describe the lack of curvature (not that it was flat like a two-dimensional surface, but that it was not concave or convex).

          Which, I realize, is not any kind of explanation.  Sorry, I barely understand this shit myself.  Best I can do is say it this way:  because everything in the observable universe is moving, it is almost impossible to "see" if the entirety of space itself has a shape—it was postulated that radiation traveled in a straight line, and the "fabric of space" was, therefore, flat.  But, recently, it was measured that at immensely vast distances (hundreds of thousands of light years or more) a slight curvature was possibly identified.

          I think this may have been measured in radio or x-ray wavelengths, not in light-waves.  And, I have no idea what they used as a reference point to "see" the curvature.  This - also - needs to be re-checked.  However, if these measurements are confirmed by other scientists, it seems the entire universe is convex or concave.  Which means it might-could double back on itself and be a sphere (huge question mark).

          Dark Matter may be a fifth state of matter.  Solid, Gas, Liquid, Plasma, and now maybe a form of ultra-hot or ultra-cold type of quantum-gas where the quantum particles (which normally make up molecules at all other temperatures) flow apart from their ability to form molecules and, instead, flow into themselves and form a totally new state of matter.  A gas which has mass and which, accordingly, has a gravity component.  The mathematics allegedly works.

Before Driving Your Smart Car to Vermont


Thinking about driving your smart car to Vermont (or moving to Vermont with a Smart Fortwo)?

  • Premium gasoline is available everywhere.  Ethanol-free premium is more prevalent than in many other states, with the number of stations selling ethanol free in the state coincidentally similar to the number of covered bridges in the state.  (Pure-Gas.org/Vermont) (Vermont Covered Bridge Club)
  • For driving on plowed roads, in snow and ice, switch between winter snow tires (non-studded) and all-season tires, mid-November and mid-May.  Snow tires can be ordered/installed at several major retail tire shops.  (Vermont Tire and Service)
  • Due to smart's low undercarriage clearance, it is recommended not driving when snow falls, or is expected to fall, faster than ½ inch (1.25cm) an hour for more than five consecutive hours.
  • After major blizzards subside (Vermont averages 4 or 5 significant snow storms a year) all business parking lots are professionally plowed within hours.  And, the Vermont Agency of Transportation is exceptionally proficient at plowing all major and most minor roadways inside of 12 hours (the only roads not plowed, or plowed last, are dirt and gravel, Class 4 roads). (VTrans Winter Weather Central)
  • Significant potholes, irregular pavement, and semi-repaired asphalt is the rule in almost every city and on portions of almost every secondary road or two-lane highway.  Interstate highways and many "high-traffic secondary roads" have recently been/are currently being/will soon be repaved.  Drive your stiff-suspension-smart with care.
  • Parking is rarely free.  Even in small non-tourist towns meters are prevalent and their hours are extensive.  In winter months, parking bans can prohibit parking on select or all city streets.  In large cities and select towns parking in residential neighborhoods can require a resident parking pass.  (Burlington Parking App)
  • Because of tourism, Vermont charging stations are becoming more prevalent.  (Public Charging Map - Vermont)
A dangerously-unsafe habit of Vermont drivers, on four-lane highways:
  • Vermont drivers over-adhere to one never-enforced-unless-in-an-accident "law":  left lane is for passing; right lane is for travel.
  • As in almost every state, when traveling on four-lane highways, motorists are required to indicate their intent to change lanes with their turning signal.
  • Following too closely or "crowding" is as prohibited in Vermont as it is in the "down states," however, it is never enforced and never obeyed. 
  • Routinely, Vermonters will indicate their intent to pass with their turn signal, pass in the correct manner, and then—as soon as their rear bumper passes your front bumper—immediately cut in front of your car.  All Vermonters are incapable of gradually merging back across the center line and over into the right lane of travel after they are a few hundred safe feet ahead of your car (in a slow manner).
  • The most extreme example witnessed:  Driving the speed limit on an empty four-lane highway at night (no other headlights in sight); a car with Vermont plates caught up (they were going about 15 mph over the speed limit), tailgated for a few miles, so-close their headlights were hidden (less than 20 feet away) then they indicated with their signal, passed, and cut so close in front that their bumper was not visible (less than 6 feet).  [If it weren't so prevalent, I would have thought the driver was acting with malice and I would have called 911.]
  • At least 25% of Vermont drivers seem to be unaware they are dangerous drivers. 
  • When "turning-in" after passing (which is the crux of the issue: learn to merge and stop veering) many Vermonters will over-correct, cross the right white line with their tires and/or hit the rumble strip and throw up dust and sand.      



extra essays encapsulating unique Vermont insights:
The Lazy Witch Coffin Windows of Vermont

There is (still) nothing to see or hear except what is not here to see


          Sometimes it is more important to note the absences—what is missing—than to focus on what one thinks might be visibly present.

          Decades ago, within a few short months, I stopped working as an investigator and stopped husbanding (after twenty years and nine years of service, respectfully).  That was the year I let my hair down for the first time in my life—literally as well as figuratively.

          Before retiring, my latter years as a military investigator were spent supervising (an essential element of which was inspecting case files).  One way to review closed criminal cases is to look for what first-echelon investigators and supervisors overlooked.

          Example criminal case:  Accident or suicide.  After ingesting a relatively large quantity of intoxicants (legal and illegal) a soldier apparently disrobed, placed his folded clothes on the hallway floor outside his hotel room, opened the hallway window, and stepped out (or fell, or jumped, or was pushed).  This scene (in Amsterdam, Holland, The Netherlands) was described, sketched, and photographed in detail.  Witnesses were interviewed thoroughly.   Autopsy, check.  Toxicology, check.

          The only thing of importance, which I discovered missing:  the height of his fall.  Nowhere in the file was there a measurement of the distance from the second floor windowsill to the sidewalk.  Added confusion:  European second floors are US third floors (the ground floor in Amsterdam is 0).   The investigators and their immediate supervisors failed to determine how far the victim/subject fell.   [Based on examination of crime scene photographs, I estimated it was over thirty feet—because "ground floor" was, maybe, half a flight of steps above "street level" and ceiling-heights appeared about three meters high—but, guessing is not investigating.  I directed the investigators to go back and measure.]

          "Why drive three hours to measure that distance, Chief?  Seems like a extreme waste of time and money for a closed accidental-fatality case."

          I looked sternly at the investigator while I "air typed" with my fingers and said, "Dear Senator Helpmeout, my son's death is listed under 'accidental means' and the file, which I obtained under a FOIA request, says he 'stepped or jumped' out of a 'second-story window.'  My son was a good boy and I don't think he would have voluntarily taken all the drugs listed in the toxicology report, but, even if he did, how's it possible for him to have died falling from a second story window?  I could jump outta my bedroom window—on the second story of our house—and the worse thing that would happen is I might sprain an ankle."

          ◫

          Most people let their hair down when they first move out of their parent's house.  I didn't.

          With never a pause, I morphed from overly responsible teenager putting himself through college, to young soldier taking care of an unplanned family, to adult with two cats in the yard and we'll get-together then, son, you know we'll have a good time then.

          So...when I found myself retired and single in Prescott, Arizona at the age of 42...I dove head-first into a auto-didactic double major of meditative self-awareness and immersion in nature.  During which, I experimented with—among other things (some foolish, others less-so)—automatic writing.

          With my eyes closed, in a "light meditative state," I spoke questions aloud and my hand scribbled answers on a large sheet of paper.  After much-of-nothing-memorable the following happened:

          Me:  How old will I be when I die?

          Right hand (eyes closed):  Fifty three.

          Me:  What day of the year will I die?

          Right hand (eyes still closed):  31 December.

          Even at the time I never paid much heed to it.  Over the past decade, I mentioned it, jokingly, a few times when a conversation topic turned to "weird experiences."

          Around 2007, when the 21 December 2012 Myan-apocalypse began to hit fringe people's radar, I - again - recalled my own faux-ominous date o' death based on nothing but my own foolishness.  One which was supposed to be 31 Dec 2012.

          That was a week ago, and all of our heads, including my own, are still snapping.

          I'm fine.

          How you doin?

          ◫

          What I am attempting to point out with this essay, is that we all rarely pay attention to the obvious, staring-us-in-the-face, always present thing-at-the-back-of-our-conciousness—which we are in the habit of not bringing forward to our mind's worktable very often.

          We would-maybe-kinda like to know how much longer we have and when we are going to die.

          We tell ourselves, it will happen sometime in the future.   And not just the future.  The distant future.  Ten years from now.  At least.  We assume that it will happen when we are old.  And we never think we are old.  Even when we know we are old, we tell ourselves, we are still not old enough to die of old age.

          We always assume:  'tomorrow will be another day'.

          We rarely consider that tomorrow today could be the last day.   And we also don't focus on the idea that when our last day arrives—just like yesterday arrived—it will almost always be unknown to us as such.  We never consider that it will be the last day.  Period.  It will be the end of the entire world from our perspective.  Full stop.  If you decide to "pause the game," there is no way to un-pause it.

          Even as we are falling thirty-five feet to our seconds-away demise, sure hope I don't sprain my ankle jumping out this second-floor window is our la...

(Original essay written 5 Jan 2013.  Updated/edited March 2020.)

More how to think about death philosophy:

coronavirus 2019


Errantly Without Tether

 errantly without tether | attentively phaseout dither | contently overflout blather

currently about whether | cogently sickout bellwether | petulantly doubt weather

evidently indevout neither | nocently freakout swither | redolently rout forgather

virulently spout mouther | patiently waitout bother | puriently pout-out together


(if) ⇒ changing direction in an aimless manner with no physical restraint [then] politely attend to the wishes of others by gradually discontinuing to behave in an indecisive manner [and then] in a peaceful state, openly disregard long pointless verbose rants

(because) ⇒ at present the topic under discussion is requesting a decision between these alternatives [either] think in a clear and logical manner and participate in an organized period of unwarranted sick leave as a leader [or] in a childish bad-tempered manner, question the factual information about current visible atmospheric conditions

(also) ⇒ it is obvious to all, those lacking in religious conviction do not [cause] intentional harm, react in a irrational manner, vacillate between [nor] act in a manner reminiscent of forcing a disorganized retreat from a peaceful assembly

(instead) ⇒ in a bitterly hostile manner, declaim for all to hear, those who give "lip service" [and] without becoming annoyed, hunker down and stay in place during the difficult time [until OK to resume] acting in an overtly sexual manner, holding lips to appear sexually attractive while in public spaces, with one or more other people



additional collections of stanzas structured to instruct:

SQUARESPACE Business Model: Kill Golden Geese Daily


          See those metaphorical tight little spaces inside the adjacent squarespace logo?  Like entering an IKEA store, you are not supposed to be able to find what you are looking for—or get out—in a simple, end-user-familiar manner.  Their business model appears to be (from a month of personal experience):
  • Impress geese (who have an ability to lay small golden eggs for life) with high-end ubiquitous marketing and impressively up-to-date, shiny, shit.
  • Kill geese while removing gold egg.
  • Discard goose carcass. 
  • Wash hands.
  • Rinse.
  • Repeat.
          This year, I began to move this blog to a modern pay site.  In the (near? not-so near?) future, I will "go live" on snapperhead.space which was, obviously, only available at squarespace dot com.  For one more tiny golden egg, I can transfer this domain to a different host.  Yes, squarespace, you may consider that a threat.

          I sent squarespace this email and have not received a response.

          Want to know why some fantastic computer games fail?  Because their designers are “too innovative.”  This is a lesson you at squarespace need to heed.  I am three steps away from taking my sites to a more user-friendly home and requesting a refund for my year (before ever going live).

          I just spent ten minutes trying to FIND OUT HOW to change my credit card info (my old card got hacked the day I used it to pay for squarespace - just a correlation, not a causation).  It is not under my Profile; Accounts & Security.  Also, there's no explanation where to find it at Accounts & Security.

          I feel, at this point, you—squarespace-email-reader/responder—might need to have this explanation provided, because you are stuck in your paradigm - and you think “your way is a better way”.  Every other company, which I pay a subscription to, puts payment in a prominent place in my account or profile - or - they tell you where it is placed.  You hide yours.

          Related:  Your FAQ works fine.  Type update credit card; answer is available.

          Related:  Your CONTACT US works like a computer game that wants to test your temerity and willingness to solve the puzzle.  It took me another ten minutes to find a way to send you this email.

          The end of every subject tree ended with another branch of sentences, and a “Do you still want to contact us?  take a screenshot and ...”   WTF squarespace - you need to get out of your own way.

          All this does is tell me you hate emails from customers.  You despise reading complaints.  And, you do not intend to ever peek out at what the industry is doing differently / more efficiently / gaining customer satisfaction better at, than you.

          You need to hire “secret shopper type” users to crawl around inside your over-designed sleek and impressive rabbits warren of a site and make things better or you are going to lose to Wix or Wave or whatever other new site is making things fun and simple, instead of more complicated, on the user end.

          -Veach Glines

I am not surprised they did not respond.  Are you?

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Hire An Older Worker (Covid19 meme)



          This flyer was posted on the bulletin board at my office (temporary job with the US Census Bureau).  It is a legitimate form published by the US Department of Labor - Senior Community Service Employment Program (SCSEP) encouraging employers to Hire An Older Worker.

          Obviously, I added the parenthetical phrase containing too much punctuation and too many capitalized words (because the actual form is humorously over punctuated/capitalized).  The form is about the size of a large book-marker, probably designed by a retired grammar teacher who idolized Ben Franklin (200 years and still not a more appropriate poster-codger?), and they had no training in visual design.

          If you think my attempt at humor is insensitive, cool your jets high-speed and consider the number of elderly who will not get tested by a doctor because the Medicare program they are enrolled in has a deductible or a co-pay (or both) and a $100 doctor bill means a week without groceries.

          Medicare-For-All is not the gold standard (no matter what Bernie Sanders says).  Most elderly people I know (or have known) carry an additional insurance policy to cover the 20% Medicare does not cover, or to bridge the gap between the exponentially large cost of prescription medications (not covered by Medicare or Medicaid) or to pay for anything over Medicare's annual cap.

          Veterans-Health-Care-For-All is the tarnished-gold standard.  With all the flaws of a VA hospital or clinic, they do not send you a bill, or cover only 80% or have a cap on annual services.

Sommerzeit's Mailbox





other mailbox art:
AULDLANGSYNE's Mailbox
 Avril Poisson's Mailbox
ÔSTARA's Mailbox
Serling's Mailbox



some image excerpts by Chad Abromovich at Obscure Vermont and by Jamie Wheeler