One of my life goals is to understand the equation E=mc2. I'm smart enough to know that only a brain like Einstein's could come up with the equation, but I also know that many more ordinary people can grasp its meaning... people like my son, husband, nephews, nieces, assorted friends and countless others.
I have come tantalizingly close to getting it. If energy and matter are the same thing, then I, who have lots of energy and also mass, have the potential to go nuclear... right?
I think the key here is that I can't go fast enough. The speed of light is staggering. Granted, I move quickly, but there's that troublesome gravity. If only I could get in a weightless situation, I might be able to seriously speed up and create some fusion. Or should that be fission?
I keep reading Richard Feynman and Brian Greene. My son, Christopher, keeps trying his best to explain it all to me. He sees it so clearly. He can bring me just to the brink of understanding. And then bang, I'm back into my black hole of ignorance.
If anybody out there in the universe can clear up this matter, I'm here waiting for your e-mail or comment to this blog.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
E=mc2
One of my life goals is to understand the equation E=mc2. I'm smart enough to know that only a brain like Einstein's could come up with the equation, but I also know that many more ordinary people can grasp its meaning... people like my son, husband, nephews, nieces, assorted friends and countless others.
I have come tantalizingly close to getting it. If energy and matter are the same thing, then I, who have lots of energy and also mass, have the potential to go nuclear... right?
I think the key here is that I can't go fast enough. The speed of light is staggering. Granted, I move quickly, but there's that troublesome gravity. If only I could get in a weightless situation, I might be able to seriously speed up and create some fusion. Or should that be fission?
I keep reading Richard Feynman and Brian Greene. My son, Christopher, keeps trying his best to explain it all to me. He sees it so clearly. He can bring me just to the brink of understanding. And then bang, I'm back into my black hole of ignorance.
If anybody out there in the universe can clear up this matter, I'm here waiting for your e-mail or comment to this blog.
I have come tantalizingly close to getting it. If energy and matter are the same thing, then I, who have lots of energy and also mass, have the potential to go nuclear... right?
I think the key here is that I can't go fast enough. The speed of light is staggering. Granted, I move quickly, but there's that troublesome gravity. If only I could get in a weightless situation, I might be able to seriously speed up and create some fusion. Or should that be fission?
I keep reading Richard Feynman and Brian Greene. My son, Christopher, keeps trying his best to explain it all to me. He sees it so clearly. He can bring me just to the brink of understanding. And then bang, I'm back into my black hole of ignorance.
If anybody out there in the universe can clear up this matter, I'm here waiting for your e-mail or comment to this blog.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Green
Once again St. Patrick's Day is creeping closer, and I have a closet crisis. I own no green clothes.
My ancestors never set foot on the old sod. They were too busy being Bohemians in Bohemia. But loyalty to my husband's ancestors and my Irish friends behooves me to don green for a day.
My wardrobe tends to a wide range of purple hues. As I explain to my art students, purple is a weird color. Since it is a combination of red, a hot color, and blue, a decidedly cool color, purple can go either way. Emotionally, purple is AC/DC.
Purple was also the color of royalty. Although I've never aspired to be a queen (a rotten job in my opinion) I do like the aura of classiness purple conveys.
So it's time for me to rent some green clothes. I rent all my clothes from Goodwill and other thrift stores. After a year or two, I return the garments to be re-rented.
Fortunately for me, all my favorite thrift stores arrange clothes by color, not size. I confess that it will be hard to walk right past an entire aisle of clothes in gorgeous shades of purple and continue on to the green aisle, but I will. I owe it to the Irish!
My ancestors never set foot on the old sod. They were too busy being Bohemians in Bohemia. But loyalty to my husband's ancestors and my Irish friends behooves me to don green for a day.
My wardrobe tends to a wide range of purple hues. As I explain to my art students, purple is a weird color. Since it is a combination of red, a hot color, and blue, a decidedly cool color, purple can go either way. Emotionally, purple is AC/DC.
Purple was also the color of royalty. Although I've never aspired to be a queen (a rotten job in my opinion) I do like the aura of classiness purple conveys.
So it's time for me to rent some green clothes. I rent all my clothes from Goodwill and other thrift stores. After a year or two, I return the garments to be re-rented.
Fortunately for me, all my favorite thrift stores arrange clothes by color, not size. I confess that it will be hard to walk right past an entire aisle of clothes in gorgeous shades of purple and continue on to the green aisle, but I will. I owe it to the Irish!
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