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On the 200th day of Christmas…

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

Yesterday we went to the 2009 Capital Region Scottish Games.

We (I!) were drawn to this by the claim, on the bill poster, of 500 pipers playing simultaneously. As it turns out, the event – held at Altamont Fairgrounds – seemed much more popular than they expected. As a result, there were traffic problems and only 27 of the 42 bands scheduled to perform had even arrived in full by the first appearance. Even so, we were treated to the spectacle of about 220 pipers and (the advertised!) 200 drummers playing in unison.

This first video shows half of the assembled bands marching in together. Note that the sound din was such that the mic on my video camera was overwhelmed. Standing as close as I was felt like phasing into a dimension of sound. It was truly awesome, and I could have lived there for a while. At the same time, I understand why many of these professional pipers wear earplugs during performances! I love, btw, how the drums are loud enough to drown out even the bagpipe droning πŸ™‚

This second video shows the 27 massed bands (pipers and drummers) playing Amazing Grace. Even at a distance, it was quite spectacular!

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The first video is me having the second of four total bites of a $6 sausage roll that was wonderful! The middle shows me browsing the selection of professional bagpipes, priced starting at $1500 (the most I saw was $3500). The last photo was a lovely family of chicks in the little ‘petting zoo’ they had. Ironically, we admired these guys right after eating chicken for lunch…

Did I mention yet we’re going to England next year?

It Just Occured To Me I Am Technically Beyond “Middle Aged”

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

So lets examine the facts:

  • I forgot the actual date of my mum’s birthday (I suspected I was wrong, but it’s too late now).
  • I’ve ‘gotten into’ jigsaws recently (widely known as the province of the very young and very old).
  • I’ve been occasionally napping during the day.
  • I recently purchased an REO Speedwagon ‘best of’ album because I was obsessed with one particular song.
  • Earlier today I was browsing an RV catalogue and the thought definitely crossed my mind how cool it would be to drive around the USA in a gigantic mega-RV like this one.

These facts don’t lie – I’ve become an old man!

This of concern to me, since starting next Monday the semester begins anew and this time I’m teaching two courses, including one to what will probably be the youngest students I have yet taught – freshmen.

I gotta regain that young hipster vibe!

The courses are Physics 105N, a non-calculus based introduction to physics course (Newtonian mechanics mostly) and Physics 240, the same Modern Physics course I have taught twice before. I’ll have (I’m told) 50+ students in the 105 course and about 25 in the modern course, so it’s my largest amounts of students ever as well.

At 8 am next monday morning, I’ll stand before them careful to seem aloof and disinterested, at least initially. Too much enthusiasm from the instructor is anathema to a student. Attendance will be taken (foreign names mispronounced), syllabi will be handed out, textbooks discussed. A no-nonsense ‘if you do this you’ll fail the course’ speech will follow, where I throw out carefully compiled statistics (the work of 2 minutes honestly) showing (accurately) that students that don’t hand in homework never do as well as they like.

Blank faces will be staring back at me. “Who is this guy?” they think, “Is he a hard grader?”, “How old is he?”, “What the hell is that accent…is he from Boston?”

Probably before I mispronounce (to an American ear) ‘kilometer’ will I apologize for my accent. Only once in 3 years has a student asked me to clarify something because of my accent…

Starting the 105 lectures I will spiral into a brief and probably over their heads manifesto of mine about physics being the only true science. This means I’ll go well beyond the textbooks cautious definition of ‘the fundamental’ science into the realm of claiming (with enthusiasm and authority) that chemistry, biology, geology etc. are all derived from physics (as they are).

(Perhaps mathematics is the exception, but even then 99.9% of it exists solely to do Physics with)

Sometimes in my mind many things are happening at once. As I lecture I will be trying hard to never ever let the thought enter my mind that it’s ironic that I am teaching them. That I stand before them and urge studiousness, and caution about putting off such tasks as study and homework. I’ll try to not remember that it is me – the guy who can’t write his thesis to save his own life – that should be paying attention to this advice.

After the twenty or so minutes of introductions and warnings and entreaties and explanations I’ll start actually teaching. Here’s where the facade comes off (because lets face it, I’m not good at being anyone other than my true self) and I get all enthusiastic and overly honest and my powerful personality comes to the fore (“Understand this or else!”). Most students will likely not realize until a couple of lectures are behind us, but eventually they’ll realize “This guy actually knows what he’s talking about…” or – much more importantly – “… and he wants me to know as well!”

Because I do. What good is teaching if your ultimate goal is not to want your students to learn? Some people tell me I put too much effort into my teaching, and perhaps give the students more time than they are entitled. But I have, in recent years, realized that where once I thought I enjoyed knowing more than doing (these five words summarize why I procrastinate my thesis so much) the complete truth is to say that I enjoy knowing and sharing that knowledge more than doing.

As for the hipster in me. I’ll let you all judge for yourselves whether I’m yet an ‘old man’ or not πŸ™‚

Happy Birthday Mum!

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

It’s my mum’s birthday today last friday! Happy belated birthday mum!

(I hope you got the package I sent already?)

edit: I fail as a son πŸ™

The Perfect Game

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

As I sit here, just waiting to taste those delicious chocolate macadamia nuts that BS will mail me from Hawaii in one of those ‘one price all you can fit USPS mailing boxes’ you can get from any Hawaiian post office, I reflect with pride on the fact that the other day KLS, myself, J & J went bowling.

Now I haven’t bowled in years, and feared that perhaps I’d be a bit rusty. But my skills hadn’t waned at all, and with effortless ease I bowled a perfect 300 game of twelve strikes in a row. KLS and JBF were astounded to be bowling with such a paragon of the lanes as myself.

Don’t believe me?

Here’s the video proof.

πŸ™‚

The Max Headroom Mystery

Monday, August 17th, 2009

(This one’s for AW)

Uncommonly, the broadcast signals of television or radio stations have been hijacked by people. When this happens, the hijackers are able to replace the signal (the picture and sound) with one of their own. It hasn’t happened frequently, especially in developed countries, and is a crime in most western nations. When it does happen, the substitute signal is usually some sort of protest (for instance a Christian group hijacker Playboy TV in 1987 and replaced the picture with a protest statement).

One of the most unusual cases of broadcast hijacking occured in Chicago America on November 22, 1987. During a three hour window, a hijacker was able to hijack the signal of two separate televison stations and broadcast his own signal. The first incident was early in the evening during a newscast, when the normal signal of WGN-TV was replaced by video of a man wearing a Max Headroom mask swaying in front of a moving sheet of corrugated iron (used to resemble the standard Max Headroom background). It lasted about 30 seconds and there was no sound.

Later that evening, at around 11:15pm, a screening of Doctor Who (specifically The Horror Of Fang Rock) on PBS was replaced by a similar picture, this time with audio. What follows was one of the most bizarre uses of signal hijacking ever recorded.

Rather than describe it, why not watch it in it’s entirety:

What followed were numerous (criminal) investigations, court filings and a plea for community assistance that never amounted to anything.

The perpetrator(s) were never caught or exposed, and to this day remain unknown.