<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:57:17.565-08:00</updated><category term='Darwin'/><category term='proof of evolution'/><category term='astronomy'/><category term='genetics'/><category term='extinction'/><category term='heliocentric model'/><category term='Kepler'/><category term='cosmology'/><category term='language and science'/><category term='science and religion'/><category term='einstein'/><category term='telescope'/><category term='year of astronomy'/><category term='good science'/><category term='history of genetics'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='falsability'/><category term='innumeracy'/><category term='Galileo'/><category term='math abuse'/><category term='marketing scams'/><category term='history of astronomy'/><category term='romance of science'/><category term='Voyage of the Beagle'/><category term='scientific explanation'/><category term='cosmological constant'/><category term='common sense'/><category term='Gregor Mendel'/><category term='stellar evolution'/><category term='FitzRoy'/><category term='cranks'/><category term='scientific method'/><category term='Einstein and god'/><category term='Popper'/><category term='progress'/><category term='biggest blunder'/><title type='text'>Space-Time Chronicles, by Sergio de Regules</title><subtitle type='html'>Science in culture</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-1268953312206914635</id><published>2010-07-28T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:54:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Musicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Watch this video of two musicians playing a two-violin arrangement of Mozart's sonata in C major K 296. They reach for their instruments, grab their arches. One look and they're off --the voices of the instruments mingle, each answering the other. One suggests a new direction, the other takes the challenge and ups the ante, and down the new path they go, frolicking in the cascades of sound. Together they weave a web of pure, exhilarating &lt;i&gt;structure&lt;/i&gt;. The mathematics of Mozart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="334"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oer7JgH-DEo&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oer7JgH-DEo&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these players is a professional violinist, the other a particle physicist. Can you tell which is which? How can you tell?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-1268953312206914635?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1268953312206914635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=1268953312206914635' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/1268953312206914635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/1268953312206914635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Two Musicians'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-8475852651856131936</id><published>2010-07-02T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:22:49.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus, a "Pulquería", and an Observatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;People strolling around downtown Mexico City in 1875 might have come across countless “pulquerías” with odd names (&lt;i&gt;pulque &lt;/i&gt;is a beverage made from the fermented sap of the maguey plant, Wikipedia dixit). But for weirdness of denomination none beat the latest addition to the long list of hangouts for the brothers in pulque: ”El tránsito de Venus.” The name was no allusion to Roman mythology, but the pulque fraternity´s way of celebrating a major scientific event that took place in 1874.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        That was the year a Mexican expedition traveled to Japan to observe the transit of the planet Venus across the sun´s disk. Venus transits occur in pairs, the second transit in a pair coming eight years after the first. Consecutive pairs of transits happen at intervals of more than one hundred years. The transit of 1874 was the first in a pair, the previous one having taken place on June 3, 1769.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        Venus transits are interesting because they allow scientists to measure “solar parallax” --a quantity from which the earth-sun distance can be accurately computed. The Mexican team was part of an international effort to determine solar parallax. Enthusiastic about the project, President Sebastián Lerdo de Tejada chose Francisco Díaz Covarrubias, a geographer from the Colegio de Minería, as head of the expedition. There were, at the time, no secure roads between Mexico City and the Pacific, so Díaz Covarrubias and his team took a train to Veracruz, stopping in Orizaba for several days after learning that an epidemic of black vomit was ravaging the port. From Veracruz they traveled to Havana and Philadelphia, then on to New York, where they inquired about ships leaving San Francisco for Japan. (No, I don´t know why they took such a roundabout route.) They then crossed the United States, arrived in San Francisco, and on October 19, sailed aboard the steamer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vasco de Gama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. The Mexican expedition made landfall in Yokohama on November 9, 1874, precisely one month before the transit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        Díaz Covarrubias intended to build two observation stations on Japanese soil, but he needed permits. Unfortunately, they had reached Japan at the time of a national holiday, and Díaz Covarrubias had to wait for several days before he got an answer from the Japanese government. During this time he hired a Chinese carpenter who understood some English to assemble the stations. When the government finally responded, it did so handsomely. They even provided a special telegraph line for the Mexicans to communicate with their American and French counterparts, in Kobe and Nagasaki. The transit was duly observed on December 8-9, 1874.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        Díaz Covarrubias and his men sailed home via the Indian Ocean, the Red Sea, the Suez canal, the Mediterranean, and Paris, where they published their results. They then crossed the Atlantic to Veracruz. On November 19, 1875, the train carrying the Mexican expedition rolled into the Buenavista station. The men were given a hero’s welcome, recounted the following day in the daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;El siglo diecinueve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        I wonder if the event stirred the patrons of “El tránsito de Venus.” Did they discuss it? Did the pulquería take pride in making the news that day? Did a chorus of pulque-besotted voices toast the men who had sailed around the world to witness the event celebrated in their saloon´s strange name?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        Whatever the reaction of the pulquería´s clients, the following year Porfirio Díaz, the new president (and future dictator), signed a decree whereby Mexico was officially given a National Observatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-8475852651856131936?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8475852651856131936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=8475852651856131936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8475852651856131936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8475852651856131936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/07/venus-pulqueria-and-observatory.html' title='Venus, a &quot;Pulquería&quot;, and an Observatory'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-5236210622942275591</id><published>2010-04-12T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:30:15.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message from the Future</title><content type='html'>I'm strolling leisurely along the darkest corridors of the web in search of nuggets of information for my radio program tomorrow. Newscaster Pedro Ferriz asked me to talk about the Large Hadron Collider, the largest particle accelerator in the world, which has made headlines now for 14 months, since it's opening -and subsequent failure- in September, 2008.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come across a blog in portuguese (from Portugal? from Brazil? I'm guessing Brazil...). A post in that blog reports that a few days ago a strange young man was arrested by Swiss police after he tried to sabotage the LHC. Sabotaging the LHC is not easy. The thing lies hundreds of meters underground, and the facilities are protected by heavy security, but the blogger does not go into details. The would-be saboteur may have tried to tamper with the power grid in the region (though I don't know how he might manage even that...). When questioned, the strange-looking  young man -who was decked in even stranger-looking clothes- claimed he was a visitor from the future. His mission was to stop the LHC from creating the Higgs boson, a particle expected to appear after protons and antiprotons collide at great speed, sometime between today and 2012. Apparently, if the chronotraveler is not wrong, the Higgs boson will bring forth great destruction ("and gnashing of teeth," one is tempted to add, like in the Bible).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be great if we could believe this young man from the future. Indeed, if he is right, that means that the Higgs boson really does exist! The LHC was built to answer that question. Now we can all relax and maybe even break out the champagne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe not. Scientists don't plan multibillion-dollar experiments just to be proven right. They will be happy if nature presents them with the Higgs, which was predicted theoretically more than 40 years ago, but what would really give them a champagne-worthy thrill is to be proven &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing makes for more exciting times in science than the discovery that everything we thought we knew is not so. If, after 20 years of work on the collider, not to mention the billions of dollars it cost, the thing only tells the scientists they were right, and nothing more, it will actually be a catastrophe. A confirmed prediction is a sort of dead end. No new roads to take, no different outlooks to pursue. No new scientific work to do. Scientists like surprises. And they thrive on challenge. If the Higgs turns out not to exist, the discovery will immediately suggest new paths and it will open wide vistas of possibility. That means a lot of work for a lot of people, young and old. Even Peter Higgs -who is pushing 81- might join in on the action (though he would probably miss his shot at the Nobel Prize).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, even if the saboteur from the future is correct, we should not stash the LHC in the closet. Let's go looking for new lands. Let's risk being awfully wrong after 40 years. That's what science is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-5236210622942275591?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5236210622942275591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=5236210622942275591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/5236210622942275591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/5236210622942275591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/message-from-future.html' title='A Message from the Future'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-6047688601350924594</id><published>2010-03-20T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:06:56.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Ok, time to revamp this blog. When I started it, I thought I'd use it as a repository for my old articles in the Mexico City newspaper &lt;i&gt;The News, &lt;/i&gt;where I wrote a weekly column called &lt;i&gt;Space-Time Chronicles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;which ran from February, 1994, through May or June, 1999&lt;i&gt; . &lt;/i&gt;Then, as time went by --and more time went by-- I realized that that wasn't doing the trick for me --there was simply no motivation to post, especially since posting usually meant going through the 224 original articles and trying to choose one which was good enough to republish, and that, at the same time, I hadn't yet reused. I needed to get up to speed again and start writing in English again. &lt;i&gt;The News &lt;/i&gt;tanked many years ago, and since then I've found no other outlet for my English-language writings. I love the English language as much as I love Spanish, and as much as I love the history and philosophy of science. Something in me was yearning to communicate in English again, so here's my chance. I am challenging myself to keep this up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time during which I published my column in &lt;i&gt;The News &lt;/i&gt;was for me a time of learning the trade of science writer. It was also a very exciting time of experimenting. When I started, I was writing little essays  on different aspects of the history of science, or commenting the scientific news if it was worth commenting (it rarely is, by the way, at least for a science writer who is not also a science journalist). Then, little by little, I started taking chances. I'd go out on a limb and write about my own experience as a science buff and a physics student. I'd use personal anecdotes to illustrate points (talking about yourself is a no-no among scientists; it is also frowned upon in Mexican society). Readers responded. Not that I got a lot of feedback in those days, before the Internet was widespread, but (to use personal anecdote as illustration again), I still have, tacked to the wall in front of the desk I'm using at this very moment, a beautiful photo of the Iztaccihuatl and Popocatepetl volcanoes that a reader sent me via the newspaper office when I wrote about my boyhood hiking trips . Readers were responding emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A scientist writes to convince, to rally forces to his or her side, not to stir emotions. A science writer, on the other hand, is, first of all, a writer. And a writer must use all the tools availabe to him to grab the reader's attention and keep it until the end, to touch the reader in as many ways as he, the writer, can. What I was doing was closer to storytelling than to scientific writing, and that was why anecdotes in general (and not only personal anecdotes) seemed to work so well, much better than explication and exposition of the technicalities of the science being discussed. It was a thrilling discovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am aware that any science writer worth his salt knows this, but that doesn't make the discovery any less exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-6047688601350924594?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6047688601350924594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=6047688601350924594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/6047688601350924594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/6047688601350924594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-4542833140272529246</id><published>2009-09-21T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:53:18.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language and science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><title type='text'>Talking the Talk of Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Common sense, as discussed &lt;a href="http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/minds-of-cranks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; some time ago, is a tool we use in everyday life to sort out our surroundings. But it evolved to solve certain problems arising in the everyday experience of cavemen, or hunter-gatherers. Science takes us far from that realm of experience and so, common sense is not to be trusted if one wants to understand the world scientifically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Scientists have common sense too, but they learn not to rely too much on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Speaking of which I am reminded of another tool for everyday life that cannot be applied unchanged to science --language. Languages, like common sense, developed in the “normal” world of everyday experience. Guided by our limited perception, we invented concepts like “light” and “sound,” and gave them special names We created words for everything we could see, hear, or otherwise perceive. We named what we could imagine. But our imagination rarely creates something new. It only puts together existing conceptual elements, however artfully. Our mental constructs are not unlike Frankenstein’s monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the relatively recent past science and technology have revealed that what we call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is only a tiny part of the electromagnetic spectrum, the part that our eyes can see; and what we call sound is only the range of pressure wave frequencies that our ears can detect. We now use these words for light that cannot be seen and sound that cannot be heard. When confronted with new scientific developments, everyday language is forced to either stretch the meaning of extant words, or create new words by agglutination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;electromagnetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is a case in point. Like the concept it labels, it is the result of putting together “electric” and “magnetic.” Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;elektron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is Greek for amber. When rubbed with a piece of cloth, amber has the strange property of attracting small objects placed nearby. This property we call electricity. Magnetism is the property of the lodestone, a material also known as magnetite after the ancient Greek city of Magnesia. The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;electromagnetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is a Frankenstein monster assembled with parts of other Frankenstein monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is yet another typical reaction of language to new developments, and that is not to react at all. We have known that the earth spins on its axis these four hundred years. Yet we still say that the sun rises and that the sun sets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, not surprisingly, scientific language sometimes clashes with the rules of “good” English (or “good” Spanish). A scientist friend of mine was recently asked by a Spanish teacher to write a short text as an example of scientific language for a book she was writing. My friend complied, and soon got back a “corrected” version (corrupted is more like it) of his text from the teacher. She objected to his use of the phrase “almost constant.” She argued that being constant is not a matter of degree --either you are or you’re not. She is right, of course, but as my friend points out, the meaning of this phrase is self-explanatory, and to say the same thing in pristine Castillian Spanish would require a lengthy circumlocution. Scientists often don’t have time or space for such niceties. (Which is not to say, I hasten to add, that they should not try to write good Spanish or good English whenever possible.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-4542833140272529246?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4542833140272529246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=4542833140272529246' title='182 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/4542833140272529246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/4542833140272529246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/talking-talk-of-science.html' title='Talking the Talk of Science'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>182</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-503344334811393435</id><published>2009-09-15T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:42:52.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted into Censorship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I remember once doing a reprehensible thing. I remember doing many reprehensible things, but this one is related to my being a scientist and priding myself, perhaps in a self-congratulatory and delusional way, in being a lover of the “truth,” whatever that may mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was browsing around in the science section of a bookstore in Mexico City. The science section of Mexico City bookstores can be quite bewildering because bookstore owners have a very dim idea of what the term “science” means (witness the book department in any Sanborn’s store, where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bona fide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  science consorts promiscuously with astrology, UFO-abductee accounts, and New Age self-help pap.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next to some physics textbooks I found a little tome. I don´t remember the title or who the author was. I just remember that it was an enraged accusation of physicists and their strange ideas about relativity. The author, obviously a crank, was not comfortable with the notion that someone might know for a fact something he did not understand. A little training in math and physics shows relativity to be a logical necessity despite its weird predictions (which, by the way, are perfectly established by experiment), but this the author did not know and did not bother to find out. Too much trouble. Instead, he just ranted and raved and argued nonsensically against the special theory of relativity --whithout a single equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now, this is what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I pushed the little volume all the way back in its shelf, effectively hiding it from view for the rest of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Later it dawned on me what I had really done. I had tried to suppress an idea --an act of censorship. Censorship, of course, is what people do who are not sure they are right. Totalitarian states do it, and the Inquisition did it. It is the weapon of the liar and the usurper, the corrupt and the power-hungry. Censorship, as opposed to argument, is contrary to the search for truth. I don´t mean to say that censorship is unheard-of in science, because it most certainly is not. Scientists are human and subject to human passions. But science has an advantage over political or religious systems of belief, where censorship is common --that its criteria for truth or falseness are clear, and shared by most scientists (the criteria include reproducibility of results and consistency of explanations, among others). The best way to challenge ideas is with ideas. My deed, although inspired by the noblest sentiments (as I’m sure the author of the little book is convinced  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  own deeds are), was reprehensible and childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And then again... The author wasn´t there for me to argue with. With the mass media gone over to the cranks,  scientists are reduced to guerrilla tactics. We can´t speak out as they can, and most scientists will not upset their schedules to take part in the war effort. What could I do? I was feeling frustrated. (And please don´t go telling me that maybe so were Hitler, Stalin and Torquemada.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-503344334811393435?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/503344334811393435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=503344334811393435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/503344334811393435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/503344334811393435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember-once-doing-reprehensible.html' title='Tempted into Censorship'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-8441889112109870542</id><published>2009-09-08T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:09:57.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><title type='text'>The Minds of Cranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;(I wrote this piece in 1997, but much of its content still holds, so here it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.5pt;"&gt;My friend Miguel Alcubierre is a researcher at the Max Planck Institut für Gravitantionsphysik, in Germany. Several years back he wrote a brief paper showing that, contrary to widespread belief, it is possible to travel faster than light without infringing the laws of relativity. The paper brought him some notoriety among physicists and sci-fi buffs, but particularly among scientific cranks. One of the chief aims of every self-respecting crank is to debunk the theory of relativity (and, of course, evolution). Miguel gets e-mail from the crackpot fringe on a regular basis. He says he has no time for them, so I asked him to forward them to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Scientific cranks are not just any kind of crank. They are usually curious and hard-working, sometimes even bright, and without exception completely innocent of the methods of science. Many cranks, I believe, are the possessors of scientific minds gone stale for lack of rigorous training. They believe that all that rings true to them must actually be true, and they cling fiercely to their prejudices. They are absolutely confident that all that glitters must be gold. Cranks think hard and come up with ideas, like scientists; but unlike true scientists they have an unrelenting faith in common sense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately for them, common sense --that invaluable aid in everyday life-- has proven a very poor guide for scientific discovery. As early as the sixth century BC, the Greek philosopher Parmenides attacked common sense, calling it “that heart devoid of the tremor of truth.” Syrian-born historian Ikram Antaki writes: “Common sense is the locus of our prejudices, where thought is reduced to its inertia (...) it provides ready-made answers; it inhibits and conditions our reflexes; it fabricates and channels our reactions (...) (common sense) is like the minimum wage of intelligence.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The investigation of the natural world has produced countless results that challenge common sense. Who would have thought, before Einstein, that an object’s mass increased as it moved faster? Or that it is possible to slow down time by moving at great speed? Still, these strange ideas are true in the sense that every experiment to test them has yielded positive results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Why is common sense so unreliable in science? Common sense was a faithful guide to our forebears for thousands of years. We evolved it as a response to the world as perceived by our senses. But our senses are limited. Our eyes, for example, are sensitive to only a tiny portion of the electromagnetic spectrum. There are many more kinds of light than we perceive. The same applies to our hearing. We detect sound only in a limited range of frequencies. We should expect, then, that common sense is valid only in the realm of everyday experience. Scientific inquiry, however, routinely takes its partisans far from everyday experience. The physics of atoms seems very unnatural, but that is because our idea of what’s natural was forged among objects trillions of times larger than individual atoms. And the physics of objects moving at close to the speed of light is extremely weird, but then again, we don’t usually encounter such speeds on the Periferico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Miguel’s cranks write with disarming confidence. In a way, I envy them. Their zeal and even their venom come from the certainty of being right. I wish I could be that certain of being right just once. But I guess I’m too far gone down a path where simple certainties dissolve. Don’t pity me, however. My simple certainties have dissolved into endless wonderment, and I think I know which one is best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-8441889112109870542?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8441889112109870542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=8441889112109870542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8441889112109870542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8441889112109870542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/minds-of-cranks.html' title='The Minds of Cranks'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-1223446525025861705</id><published>2009-05-27T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:47:10.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innumeracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing scams'/><title type='text'>Are you innumerate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;A person who cannot read or write is said to be illiterate. Similarly, someone who is incapable of dealing with simple numerical ideas is referred to as innumerate. Innumeracy turns its victims into sitting ducks in a world of greedy commercialism, agressive marketing schemes and politicians who overwhelm voters with figures and statistics.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Innumeracy is so common that marketing experts and salespeople seem to take it for granted. The car sales representatives that stalk innocent passersby at shopping malls in Mexico City are a case in point. Allow me to illustrate with a personal experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;One day I was at a Mexico City shopping mall, innocently passing by, when I was accosted by a car sales representative who offered me a financing scheme he thought I could not refuse. I decided (foolishly) to indulge him and sat down at his table. With a wide PR smile on his treacherous little face he then explained that his company´s financing plan was equivalent to placing a certain amount of money in the bank and paying the monthly instalments for the car off the interest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;"So," he concluded triumphantly, "in the end you don´t really pay for the car!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;There is a well known law of physics that establishes that in any and all physical processes energy is neither created nor destroyed, only transformed. This is the time-honored law of conservation of energy. A similar law --which we might call the law of conservation of money-- applies to commercial transactions. In any such transaction money is neither created nor destroyed; it merely flows from someone´s pocket to somebody else´s bank account, which means generally that no one makes money out of nothing. I´m sure the salesman was not aware that I was a physicist, and thus conversant with the not-really-too-arcane principle of monetary conservation (nothing in my appearance or demeanor gave away the fact), so I almost actually forgave him his trying&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to bamboozle me.  I just gave him a knowing glance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;"Oh, yeah?" quoth I. "Then why don´t I just take the car with me right away?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The guy looked confused. He blushed and chuckled uncomfortably.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;"I´m afraid that´s impossible, sir," he replied. It was obvious that the possibility of a prospective customer getting wise to the scam had not been contemplated in his training. I´m not even sure he was himself aware that his financing scheme, or at least his claim that you got the car for free, was pure baloney. This anecdote goes to prove that innumeracy is pervasive enough for these people to take it for granted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Here is another example of innumeracy. An acquaintance of mine (and a college graduate, mind you) is convinced that, if the average daily number of accidents in the Periférico is, say, ten --and if  there have already been ten accidents during a given day--, then he need not drive carefully for the rest of that day because he can´t possibly have an accident. Many years ago I sent this case to A.K. Dewdney, a columnist for &lt;i&gt;Scientific American&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; who wrote about innumeracy in the March 1990 issue of the magazine. In reply Dewdney told me about a businessman who always carried a bomb in his suitcase when flying because he had read that the odds for there being two bombs on the same plane were practically zero. (If you think this is a good idea, think again.) "The examples of math abuse," wrote Dewdney in November 1990, "are but symptoms of a general ignorance of mathematics --indeed, of science as a whole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:24.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;People who imagine they "almost” hit the lotto because their ticket was just a few numbers away from the winning number display the same kind of misunderstanding of probability as my college-graduate innumerate friend. Can you tell what´s wrong with these examples of math abuse?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-1223446525025861705?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1223446525025861705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=1223446525025861705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/1223446525025861705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/1223446525025861705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-innumerate.html' title='Are you innumerate?'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-1369233388529135319</id><published>2009-03-26T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:52:27.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extinction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><title type='text'>Are We the Pinnacle of Evolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The term “evolution” conjures the picture of initially unicellular life marching triumphantly towards greater size and increasing complexity --and of humans as the undisputed pinnacle of evolutionary history. This smug view is compounded by the widespread notion that evolution and progress are synonyms. It is common in textbooks and popular accounts to depict evolutionary series as ladders --from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;hyracotherium&lt;/i&gt;, the “dawn horse”, to the modern horse; or from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Australopithecus&lt;/i&gt; to exalted &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Homo sapiens.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;But, as Stephen Jay Gould has shown in his book &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Full House,&lt;/i&gt; ladders are misleading. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Hyracotherium &lt;/i&gt;is indeed the ancestor of modern horses, and, yes, there is a continuous line from him to present-day &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Equus&lt;/i&gt;. But the line twists and turns in time, branching endlessly so that the “dawn horse” is also the grandfather of countless other species, some living, but most extinct. The same is true of the line of descent going from &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Australopithecus,&lt;/i&gt; of “Lucy” fame, to modern humans. The line is not a line --it’s a bush. Neanderthals, who can also claim Lucy as their grandmother, are not our direct ancestors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Evolutionary lineages in general are not linear. Today’s living species, which we might represent as the outer leaves of an evolutionary tree, are attached to twigs, which are attached to larger twigs, which shoot off from branches, which sprout from larger branches, which emerge from an ancient common trunk going way back into the past --some 3.6 billion years-- to the first living organisms, a kind of bacterium.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The ladder representation conveys the false idea that evolution is going somewhere --that those first bacteria somehow knew they were to become us. But if ladders had any truth in them then the lower rungs ought to be extinct to open the way for the young, so to speak. Bacteria, however, thrive today. What’s more, by their diversity, by their presence in every nook and cranny of the earth, by their longevity, and by their sheer numbers, bacteria are and always have been the dominant organisms in this planet, as Gould argues in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Full House.&lt;/i&gt; If we go back far enough, you and I have a common ancestor who was a reptile; go back even further and we will find we are related to a fish. Yet reptiles and fishes are alive and well today. Not the same species, to be sure, but modern ones which may be our cousins many times removed. Humans are not the end point of evolutionary history --all species living today are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Natural selection, the motor of evolution, does not have a plan. The only criterion for survival is adaptation to existing conditions. The dinosaurs didn’t die out because they were evolutionary failures or because they were less perfect animals than present-day animals. In fact, dinosaurs have been one of the most successful groups in the history of life. They dominated macroscopic life for over 200 million years. Mammals, in contrast, have only been conspicuous for some 60 million years. The dinosaurs died because their environment changed abruptly when a very large meteorite or comet collided with the earth, some 65 million years ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Consider another example of the progress fallacy. Mammoths, the hairy ancestors of modern elephants, were well adapted to life in the latest Ice Age. Hairless elephants are well adapted to present-day conditions. But a hairless elephant, as Gould points out, is not a cosmically better elephant. When another ice age comes --and it will--, a hairy elephant will be more likely to survive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;And this brings on my final point. Possible hairy elephants of the frigid future will NOT be mammoths. The mammoth is dead and gone. If elephants ever have hairy descendants, those descendants will be new adaptations to cold weather. They may conceivably look somewhat like mammoths --with all the hair and stuff--, but the resemblance will stem from the fact that both species are solutions to a similar problem --like bats and birds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Extinction, as diamonds, is forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-1369233388529135319?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1369233388529135319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=1369233388529135319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/1369233388529135319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/1369233388529135319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-we-pinnacle-of-evolution.html' title='Are We the Pinnacle of Evolution?'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-8482241820882120691</id><published>2009-03-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:40:02.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history of genetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gregor Mendel'/><title type='text'>A monk in his garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Imagine a monastery in Moravia, and in the monastery a garden, and in the garden a monk. The monk is busy handling pea plants in pots, wrapping the flowers in paper bags after carefully dusting them with pollen from a different variety of the pea plant. He is no ordinary monk. He has studied mathematics and science. In a few years’ time he will be elected abbot of the monastery --which will force him to abandon his scientific work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;He is Gregor Mendel, the father of the science of genetics, and his experiments with pea plants will provide the missing link to Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection. But not before both Darwin and Mendel are dead and gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Darwin will die in 1882, still plagued by the mystery of the mechanism of inheritance. The theory of evolution by natural selection requires that heredity work in such a way that mutations --or fortuitous variations in the hereditary makeup of an organism-- are passed on intact to offspring. This would guarantee the conservation of advantageous mutations (a longer neck in giraffes, a change in pigmentation in moths living in soot-covered trees in central England); whereas the alternative mechanism of blending inheritance --whereby offspring simply strike&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;an average between the characteristics of their parents-- would cut mutations in half with each generation, rapidly diluting their effect, advantageous or otherwise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Mendel will die in 1884 in total obscurity. The revolutionary nature of his experiments will only be recognized in 1904, when three European botanists will independently rediscover his work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, Darwin’s would-be savior was already working with his pea plants when the great scientist published &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The Origin of Species,&lt;/i&gt; in 1859. Mendel’s method of “hybridization” was straightforward. First he would open a pea flower before it was fully developed, removing the anthers (or male sexual organs) with tweezers to avoid self-pollinization. Then he would dust the flower’s stigma with pollen from the selected variety, immediately wrappping the flower in a paper bag to keep away other pollen. Finally, he would wait patiently for the plant to produce seeds and for the seeds to produce the next generation of plants. Mendel then recorded the results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The monk chose pea plants because they have traits (such as blossom color and plant height) that are easily distinguishable and that breed true. Thus, he crossed six-foot plants with one-foot plants, and plants with purple blossoms with plants with white blossoms. Would the result be three-foot plants with mauve-colored blossoms, as the popular theory of blending inheritance dictated?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;In contrast with other botanists who had performed hybridization experiments before him, Mendel had studied mathematics and was an able statistician. He found that when he crossed six-footers with the short variety the first-generation hybrids were all six-footers. No intermediate-sized plants were produced. However, when these first-generation hybrids were allowed to self-pollinize, the result was astonishing --the second generation included both tall plants and short plants, and in an approximately three-to-one ratio. A similar result was obtained for six other contrasting traits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Mendel’s conclusion was that, contrary to popular belief, the parent’s traits are not blended in the offspring. Inheritable characteristics are determined by units of inheritance that are segregated rather than blended in the offspring, with certain traits dominating over their “recessive” opposites (i.e. long stem versus short stem). Today we call these units “genes.” Mendelian genetics meshed perfectly well with natural selection. In the first decades of this century, genetics and evolution became integrated in what is known as the synthetic theory of evolution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-8482241820882120691?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8482241820882120691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=8482241820882120691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8482241820882120691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8482241820882120691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/monk-in-his-garden.html' title='A monk in his garden'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-6955633902542872388</id><published>2009-03-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:19:40.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proof of evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><title type='text'>Literary Theme with Biological Variations</title><content type='html'>In his short story "Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote" the Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges recounts the story of a symbolist author in turn-of-the-(last)century France who endeavors to rewrite Miguel de Cervantes’ celebrated work. Pierre Menard, however, is no mere parasite intending to copy or paraphrase Cervantes. His intent is to write a verbally identical book based on his own experience. Menard, alas, dies after completing only two chapters. But how fascinating those two chapters can be! Read as the work of a twentieth-century writer, Menard’s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/span&gt; is a completely different book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This, of course, is only possible in Borges’ brilliant fantasy world. In real life, if you hold two books in your hand --for example, Cervantes’ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Quijote de la Mancha&lt;/span&gt; and Menard’s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Quijote de la Mancha&lt;/span&gt;--, and the books correspond word by word, or almost, you immediately smell a rat. The books must --to say the very least-- have a common ancestor.  They can’t really be independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Odoriferous rodents of the same kind assail the discerning noses of biologists when they compare organisms from the present and from the past using the tools of old and new biological disciplines such as embryology, anatomy, genetics, and biochemistry. Charles Darwin’s original treatise was a steamroller of evidence for “descent with modification.” Today, evolutionists possess further detailed and consistent proof of the fact of biological evolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Consider the backbone in humans. Humans, as you probably know, walk upright most of the time. Our backbones are placed in the back (duh). But look at the famous roof at the Museo de Antropología, in Mexico City. Here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SbVbOuebNhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fCnXytYrkqU/s1600-h/museo019eb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SbVbOuebNhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fCnXytYrkqU/s200/museo019eb9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311251644105307666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hypothetical Cosmic Engineer designing humans from scratch would have endowed us with sturdier “backbones” passing through the center of the torso, not along the back. As things are, we are well adapted to an upright posture, but not perfectly adapted, because we have only recently evolved from ancestors that went about on all fours. Imperfections such as are manifest in anatomical studies argue for evolution and against design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anatomy, physiology, embryology and other tools that were already available in Darwin’s time can probe only so deep into the similarities of organisms, and go only so far back in time. It is the more recently developed field of molecular biology that provides the most detailed and convincing evidence that we are all, from human to bacterium, ultimately related by descent from common ancestors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The organic compounds known as aminoacids can be numbered in the hundreds, yet all bacteria, plants, animals and fungi synthesize all their proteins based on just 20 aminoacids, the same 20 for all living beings. Further, for all its staggering diversity, all life on Earth depends on the same few chemical pathways (fermentation, photosynthesis, respiration) to produce energy and build cell components. The molecular and chemical uniformity of life can only be accounted for by evolution.&lt;br /&gt; Molecular biology is unique as a tool for comparative analysis of species in that it allows scientists to precisely quantify the degree of similarity of different organisms. The protein cytochrome c of humans is identical to that of chimpanzees. It differs by one aminoacid from that of rhesus monkeys, by 12 from that of horses, and by 21 aminoacids from that of tuna fish. Comparing the DNA of two species, molecular biologists can now even determine approximately how far back in time the species’ most recent common ancestor lived in the same way that linguists can tell how recently two languages diverged from a parent language by analyzing their similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only a paltry sample of facts that can only be explained by evolution. Darwin himself provides many more in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Origin of Species&lt;/span&gt;. Today all scientists agree that, as Theodosius Dobzhansky, a leading evolutionist, once said: “Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-6955633902542872388?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6955633902542872388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=6955633902542872388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/6955633902542872388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/6955633902542872388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/literary-theme-with-biological.html' title='Literary Theme with Biological Variations'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SbVbOuebNhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fCnXytYrkqU/s72-c/museo019eb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-2536738244662517740</id><published>2009-03-05T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:44:21.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scientific method'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falsability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good science'/><title type='text'>Quality Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Lawyers, politicians and scientists love a good argument. As a scientist, however, I wouldn’t want to argue with neither a lawyer nor a politician. For, you see, while we all may love debate, a lawyer’s, a politician’s, and a scientist’s aim in debating are entirely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Lawyers argue to win. That’s what they get paid for. Whether they are right or not is immaterial. Even when he knows his client is guilty a lawyer must defend the client’s innocence. Truth is not the lawyer’s main concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;A politician’s job --whatever Plato, Aristotle, and others may have said in the past-- is to attain office and to remain in office. Sad to say, but that’s the way it is, as you know. A politician argues to win or, failing that, to make people believe he has won. Politicians employ every trick in the rhetorician’s repertoire to defend even the wobbliest ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Scientists don’t argue to win. They enjoy victory&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as much as the next guy, but winning is not so important. What’s important is the clash of ideas. In scientific debate only the fittest ideas survive. Flimsy notions perish. What you want as a scientist is not to be proven right, but to be proven, period. Sir Karl Popper, a contemporary philosopher of science, wrote: “The wrong view of science betrays itself in the craving to be right, for it is not his possession of knowledge, of irrefutable truth, that makes the man of science, but his persistent and recklessly critical quest for truth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Popper also wrote: “Those among us who are unwilling to expose their ideas to the hazard of refutation do not take part in the scientific game.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wolfgang Pauli, one of the founders of quantum mechanics, once hired an assistant whose job it was to constantly refute his employer’s ideas with the strongest arguments he could muster. Like the warriors of yore, scientists value a worthy opponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;An earthquake that leaves one building standing among others in ruins proves the sturdiness of that building. It is in the interest of science to constantly submit its constructs to conceptual earthquakes in order to test their sturdiness. Here is Popper again: “Once put forward, none of our hypotheses are dogmatically upheld. Our method of research is not to defend them in order to prove how right we are. On the contrary, we try to overthrow them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Karl Popper is the creator of the idea of “falsability” of scientific hypotheses. He contends that, in order to be considered scientific, a hypothesis must be formulated in such a way that, if false, it can easily be proven false. This contrasts with the old idea of verfiability of scientific theories, but it makes for more solid foundations to the scientific edifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;For example: “Energy is conserved” is a valid scientific statement in Popper’s sense because it is easily refutable --finding one single instance of its not being true would suffice to topple it. The principle of conservation of energy was first formulated more than one hundred years ago. So far, scientists have not found a single case in which it is violated. You see, then, how Popperian “falsability” can yield sturdy scientific principles: energy conservation is easy to disprove, yet it hasn’t been disproven. The more tests it survives, the more confident we are that energy is conserved even in situations in which we have not explicitly shown this to be the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;When you buy a car you kick the tires and slam the doors to guarantee that you are making a sound investment. A scientist invests much more than money in the ideas he accepts as true. What’s on the line is his ability to do useful work in the future, his worldview, and his inner equilibrium. So when it comes to selecting our truths --our cars and buildings-- we scientists are extremely picky. It is painstaking work but in reward we, more than lawyers or politicians, can feel truly safe in the cars we choose to drive and the buildings we decide to inhabit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-2536738244662517740?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2536738244662517740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=2536738244662517740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/2536738244662517740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/2536738244662517740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/quality-control.html' title='Quality Control'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-7895884063100812797</id><published>2009-02-25T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:40:29.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scientific explanation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stellar evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance of science'/><title type='text'>A Path to Greater Wonderment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;What is a violin made of? Bits of wood and bits of sheep’s intestine. Does its construction demean and banalize the music? On the contrary, it exalts the music further.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Julian Barnes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;The story is told that Hans Bethe, the man who finally unveiled the mystery of nuclear fusion in stars, was out with his girlfriend, sitting by a cliff and gazing at the night sky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;“How beautiful they are,” said the girl at a loss for better words to describe the stars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;“Yes,” Bethe replied, “and right now I am the only person in the world who knows why they shine.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;You might be tempted to rebuke Bethe for spoiling a romantic moment, but before you do, allow me to plead his cause.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Does scientific explanation spoil beauty? Consider what Bethe’s discovery led up to. We now know that all the atoms in the universe other than hydrogen --the simplest possible atom, with a proton for a nucleus and an orbiting electron-- were created in the interiors of stars that later exploded as supernovas. The stuff our planet is made of, and the stuff we ourselves are made of, was cooked in a stellar oven billions of years ago. So what Bethe and other astrophysicists have discovered is, in effect, a link between us and the cosmos. Those bright points of light that stud the night sky are even now brewing the substance of new life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;As for poetry and romance, consider this: Where Bethe’s companion saw little pinpoints of faintly-colored brightness her physicist friend saw mighty suns, their incandescent atmospheres roiling with nuclear fury, their colors revealing their temperature, age and composition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;In other words, it is with nature as it is with good books and good movies --you take more from it the more you bring to it. It is simply not true that the scientist is insensitive to the beauty of nature because he can understand part of that beauty. On the contrary, science is a path to greater wonderment. The play of forces and quantum effects that allows the stars to shine and later enrich the universe with heavy elements is so subtle it makes you dream. The deductive chain linking the Big Bang with the present-day structure of the universe --though still riddled with gaps-- is nothing less than awe-inspiring. But only, I’m afraid, to the trained eye and mind --as it is with good movies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Consider the movie &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Shakespeare in Love.&lt;/i&gt; At the screening I attended with my wife, Magali, several years ago, there were people from all walks of life, young, old, and even a few little kids. The plot plays on many levels. On the very surface, if the name Shakespeare doesn’t ring a bell (hard to imagine but not impossible), it is a love story with some vague comedy to it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;On the next level, you can laugh at the idea of an uninspired Shakespeare intending to write a crowd-pleaser titled &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Romeo and Ethel, the Pirate’s Daughter&lt;/i&gt;. You know he eventually wrote a tragedy, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Romeo and Juliet,&lt;/i&gt; which is widely considered a masterpiece. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Going deeper still, you even catch a few snippets of actual Shakespeare diaglogue being uttered in the background as an oblivious Will goes by. Later he uses those very phrases in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Romeo and Ethel.&lt;/i&gt; You may also appreciate the piquancy in the screenwriter’s ploy of having Christopher Marlowe, Shakespeare’s real-life rival, suggest a better plot for &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Romeo.&lt;/i&gt; This is as far as my Shakespearean experience (such as it is) will take me, but there are deeper layers to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Shakespeare in Love.&lt;/i&gt; How much more delightful the film must be for the lucky ones who can understand it in full.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;On the opposite side of the spectrum, the little kids only laughed when a character said “boobies.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;So don’t be too harsh on Hans Bethe, the physicist who helped explain the stars. His intent was not to spoil a moment of romance, but to share with his sweetheart the poetry of a great discovery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-7895884063100812797?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7895884063100812797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=7895884063100812797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/7895884063100812797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/7895884063100812797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/path-to-greater-wonderment.html' title='A Path to Greater Wonderment'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-3099343726833065183</id><published>2009-02-18T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:54:27.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biggest blunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmological constant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='einstein'/><title type='text'>Einstein Confesses his "Biggest Blunder"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZyrvSf_XVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JMaWqKGAgAU/s1600-h/cosmos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZyrvSf_XVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JMaWqKGAgAU/s200/cosmos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304303290043817298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;In 1917 Albert Einstein began to explore the cosmological implications of his recently published general theory of relativiy. General relativity is a theory of gravitation, the only force acting between stars and galaxies, so it stood to reason that it should have something to say about the structure of the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Einstein wrote his equations, gave them a nudge and watched them soar. To his astonishment, they revealed that under general relativity the universe could not be static, but must be either expanding or contracting. There was, at the time, no observational evidence for this, and Einstein was forced to conclude, much to his chagrin, that there must be something wrong with the theory. He did not discard it. Instead, he modified the equations adding an artificial term containing what he called the “cosmological constant.” The cosmological constant, he thought, would hold the universe in check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;He was wrong. The Russian mathematician Aleksandr Friedmann found that Einstein had made an algebraic error, upon correction of which the universe happily took wing again. Einstein was puzzled. The equations of general relativity were simple and elegant. They had the kind of mathematical beauty in which the insightful physicist discerns physical thruth even before the equations are tested experimentally. But the astronomers he consulted told him that the stars wander more or less randomly through space, showing no concerted motion. Nature, it appeared to Einstein, had spoken, and against nature´s last word no physicist in his right mind --least of all Einstein-- ought to rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;At the time many astronomers still believed that the stars in the Milky Way galaxy were more or less the whole universe. The spiral nebulae had not yet been recognized as galaxies in their own right. Many scientists thought they were solar systems in the process of formation, so when the astronomer Vesto Slipher of Lowell Observatory discovered that several spiral nebulae seemed to be receding from the earth at speeds much greater than the typical velocities of stars, nobody knew what to make of his data. He had in fact found the first observational indication that the universe is expanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;But Slipher did not know that his spiral nebulae were faraway galaxies. Only after Edwin Hubble discovered Cepheid variable stars in the spiral nebulae were they identified as such. Moreover, the presence of Cepheid variables in the spirals allowed astronomers to determine their distances. In 1929 Hubble plotted the distances of 25 galaxies against their velocities of recession from the earth as measured by the “redshift” in their spectra. If the velocities were random, if the observation that most spirals seemed to be receding from the earth were just a coincidence, the graph would show a swarm of points scattered every which way. Instead, Hubble found a straight line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Hubble was no theorist, and he was completely innocent of general relativity. He was wary of this “redshift-distance relation,” as he cautiously called it, and did not draw conlcusions from his discovery. But his graph was a message in the handwriting of the powers that be. To all who had eyes it read: “Behold, the universe is expanding.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Einstein later called the cosmological constant his "biggest blunder". However, watch this for later developments in the fate of  this strange antigravity force:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9CUtdroZgY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9CUtdroZgY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-3099343726833065183?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3099343726833065183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=3099343726833065183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/3099343726833065183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/3099343726833065183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/einstein-confesses-his-biggest-blunder.html' title='Einstein Confesses his &quot;Biggest Blunder&quot;'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZyrvSf_XVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JMaWqKGAgAU/s72-c/cosmos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-5372924651109722013</id><published>2009-02-16T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:20:04.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Shadows to Measure the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZoP4b5BlHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jZf1lo3KGYI/s1600-h/eros2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZoP4b5BlHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jZf1lo3KGYI/s200/eros2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303568973416207474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of the Earth was determined for the first time some 2,200 years ago. At the time it was already known that our world is a sphere, but nobody had as yet come up with a way of accurately measuring its circumference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the earth is round was clear from several easily observable facts: when ships put out to sea their hulls always sink below the horizon before their masts; during a lunar eclipse the Earth’s shadow on the moon is always round. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the mathematician Erathostenes, head of the famed Alexandria library, learned about a curious fact while “leafing through” a papyrus book (presumably part of the library’s huge collection). Every year at noon on June 21 the columns of the temples in the distant city of Syene (present day Aswan), in Egypt, ceased to cast a shadow. As Erathostenes later verified, this was not the case in Alexandria, where vertical columns cast definite shadows at noon on the summer solstice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erathostenes knew that on a round Earth columns in Alexandria and columns in Syene do not point in the same direction. He reasoned that at noon on June 21 the sun came directly overhead in Syene so that temple columns were parallel to its rays, while at the same time vertical columns in Alexandria (or vertical sticks, or vertical whatever) were at an angle to the sun’s rays. Erathostenes saw how he could use this fact to determine the Earth’s circumference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZoQC1gv_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U_CIErPLieE/s1600-h/eratosthenes3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZoQC1gv_jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/U_CIErPLieE/s200/eratosthenes3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303569152092405298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He planted a vertical stick on the ground in Alexandria and waited for the summer solstice. He then computed the angle formed by his stick and the sun’s rays by measuring the length of the stick’s shadow and comparing it to its height, a method involving math taught in highschool today. Erathostenes hired someone to walk all the way from Alexandria to Syene (located exactly due south from Alexandria, near the first cataract of the Nile) and measure the distance between the two cities. It is not too hard to see that the angle formed by the sun’s rays and the stick in Alexandria must be the same as the angle that the vertical of Syene and the vertical of Alexandria would form if extended to the center of the earth. So the clever mathematician now had an angle and the length of arc it traced on the surface of the earth. The angle turned out to be one fifitieth of 360 degrees, so the distance between Alexandria and Syene must equal one fiftieth of the Earth’s circumference. The figure Erathostenes came up with is equivalent to some 40,000 kilometers --remarkably close to present-day measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JHEqBLG650&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JHEqBLG650&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many centuries later a Genoese seaman by the name of Cristoforo Colombo was trying to prove that the Earth was small enough for him to reach China by sailing westward from Europe in a reasonably short time. His critics, who were probably aware of Erathostenes’s figure, claimed that the ocean separating Europe from Asia to the west was too vast, that Columbus’s proposed voyage could not be done. And they were on to something. In his eagerness to prove himself right the studious future Admiral of the Ocean Sea had rejected all ancient measurements which were incompatible with his claim, including Erathostenes’s. Had our continent not been in the way, Columbus would have sailed from Palos into oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-5372924651109722013?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5372924651109722013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=5372924651109722013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/5372924651109722013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/5372924651109722013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/size-of-earth-was-determined-for-first.html' title='Sticks and Shadows to Measure the Earth'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KZzDVYCShc/SZoP4b5BlHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jZf1lo3KGYI/s72-c/eros2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-5122667234344255143</id><published>2008-11-05T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:51:54.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telescope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history of astronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year of astronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galileo'/><title type='text'>Galileo's New Toy</title><content type='html'>The night of 7 January, 1610, in Padua, Venetian Republic, a 45-year-old mathematics professor opened his window and peered at the sky through an optical instrument he had built some six months earlier. This professor´s name was Galileo Galilei and the instrument was the telescope, known at the time as a "spyglass."&lt;br /&gt;By the time Galileo came across the spyglass in 1609 the instrument had been known for some time as a peculiar toy sold in marketplaces in the Netherlands, France and England. Nobody knows who invented it. It is most likely one of those inventions that "are in the air" and which several people hit upon serendipitously and almost simultaneously. One Hans Lippershey, spectacle-maker from Middelburg, had applied for a patent to the States General of the Netherlands and tried to sell the instrument to the government by pointing out its possible military applications.&lt;br /&gt;Galileo was a skillful constructor of scientific instruments, and once he had seen a spyglass he was quick to grasp the principles involved. He immediately set to work on an instrument which made distant objects appear to be three times closer than they really were. Some time later, he pushed contemporary technology to the limit by building a telescope ten times as powerful as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing, as Lippershey had, the strategic potential of the spyglass, Galileo subsequently arranged a demonstration for the Venetian authorities. Later he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"Very many were the patricians and senators who, although aged, have more than once climbed the stairs of the highest campanili of Venice, to detect sails and vessels on the sea, so far away that coming under full sail toward the harbor, two hours or more passed before they could be seen without my spyglass."&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence of this demonstration, Galileo´s salary  was doubled and he was granted a lifelong professorial appointment at Padua.&lt;br /&gt;Six months later, Galileo took his best telescope and trained it on the night sky. It was a stroke of genius. Today, one can hardly think of anything more natural to do with a telescope than to point it at the sky, but we must remember that at the time, although Nicolaus Copernicus had published his views about a sun-centered cosmos more than 60 years before, the sky was still held to be divine and pristine, a place of purity as opposed to earthly corruption. Many centuries before, Aristotle claimed that the stars and planets, including the sun and moon, were celestial emmanations that moved around the earth attached to crystal spheres and surrounded by a transparent substance called aether. Looking at the sky, therefore, meant peering into the abode of God. Galileo was treading unchartered and dangerous territory.&lt;br /&gt;What he saw with his telescope during the Winter of 1610 confirmed what he had known for a long time, but had been cautious not to maintain openly --that Aristotle had been dead wrong about the nature of the stars and planets. The moon did not have a polished surface, as the Greek philosopher had said, but was instead deeply scarred with craters, crevasses and mountains, like the earth. The telescope revealed countless stars that were not visible to the unaided eye, and showed that Venus has phases like the moon, which is only possible if it orbits the sun and not the earth. But what stunned him the most was the discovery of four previously undetected "stars" in the vicinity of Jupiter. It gradually became clear that they were circling the planet. This demolished an old objection to the Copernican system in which the earth moved around the sun like the wandering stars, namely, that the moon could not possibly revolve around the earth if the earth itself revolved around the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Galileo´s telescopic findings, which he wasted no time in publishing, changed humankind´s picture of the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-5122667234344255143?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5122667234344255143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=5122667234344255143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/5122667234344255143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/5122667234344255143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/galileos-new-toy.html' title='Galileo&apos;s New Toy'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-214177345929224009</id><published>2008-06-03T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:51:05.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voyage of the Beagle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FitzRoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><title type='text'>Darwin's Nose</title><content type='html'>The course of history rarely hinges on the impact of a single individual...let alone an individual’s nose. Yet Charles Darwin’s nose --which one captain Robert FitzRoy disliked at first sight-- was a hair’s breadth from disqualifying its owner for the post of “naturalist” aboard &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HMS Beagle&lt;/span&gt;, departing on a voyage around the world. The young Darwin had been recommended for the job by his mentor, professor John Steves Henslow, after several candidates had turned down FitzRoy’s overtures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles’ father, Dr. Robert Darwin II, was a respected physician, the son of another doctor Darwin, Erasmus, who at the close of the 18th century had proposed one of the many theories of evolution then in vogue. The ponderous and imposing doctor Robert wanted his son to follow in his footsteps, but Charles gave up medicine after witnessing an operation performed without the aid of anesthetics. In the wake of this incident, doctor Darwin had decided that his son should become a clergyman. This decision seemed to suit the indolent Charles, and so he set off to Cambridge University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Darwin had some time earlier began collecting insects spurred by his cousin William Darwin Fox. The new hobby soon became an obsession. “I am dying by inches, from not having anybody to talk to about insects,” he wrote to his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles sought after new beetle varieties. He was more interested in collecting as many different kinds as he could get his hands on than in dissecting and classifying them. “I will give proof of my zeal,” he wrote in his autobiography.&lt;br /&gt;One day, tearing off some old bark, I saw two rare beetles and seized one in each hand, then I saw a third and new kind, which I could not bear to lose, so that I popped the one which I held in my right hand into my mouth. Alas! It ejected some intensely acrid fluid which burnt my tongue so that I was forced to spit the beetle out, which was lost, as was the third one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at Cambridge that Darwin, aged 22, met the botanist J. S. Henslow. Henslow, a revered teacher, developed a great fondness for his pupil. “What a fellow that Darwin is for asking questions,” he once remarked. Chalres, his mind still set on a career in the Church of England, had finally found a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, returning home from a walking tour of North Wales with the geologist Adam Sedgwick, Charles found a letter from Henslow waiting for him. Her Majesty’s Ship Beagle, commanded by captain Robert FitzRoy, was soon to set sail for South America on a scientific voyage that would eventually take her around the world. “Capt. F. wants a man (I understand) more as a companion than a mere collector and would not take any one, however good a naturalist, who was not recommended to him likewise as a gentleman,” wrote Henslow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FitzRoy was rather cold on his first meeting with Darwin. Charles was a bourgeois from a liberal family, whereas the captain was an aristocrat and a headstrong conservative. FitzRoy felt particularly hostile toward the young man’s nose. It was not the nose of a man who could withstand the hardships of life at sea. But in the end Charles’  enthusiasm and good nature won the seaman over and he was given the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Charles Darwin embarked in what was to be a five year trip around the world, during which his early belief that species were immutable was to be shaken and eventually shattered, to be replaced by the conviction that they had evolved through the ages. Twenty-odd years after Darwin’s return to England, the naturalist poured the results of his musings in a beautiful book that changed the world --&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Origin of Species&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-214177345929224009?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/214177345929224009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=214177345929224009' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/214177345929224009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/214177345929224009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/darwins-nose.html' title='Darwin&apos;s Nose'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-2256705011018238309</id><published>2007-06-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:52:52.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year of astronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kepler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heliocentric model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>Kepler's Most Beautiful Idea</title><content type='html'>Johannes Kepler, the 17th-century astronomer credited with discovering that the planets’ paths around the sun are ellipses, was teaching geometry to a bunch of bored kids in Graz, Austria, when he was suddenly struck by the most beautiful idea he would ever have.&lt;br /&gt;Six planets were known at the time --Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. Their orbits, which Kepler still believed were circles, placed them at certain distances from the sun. Why six planets? Why those particular distances? Kepler wondered. In the true spirit of modern science, he was confident that the distances of the planets were governed by some sort of mathematical law.&lt;br /&gt;It is a well known geometrical fact that if you wish to construct solid, three-dimensional bodies whose sides are regular polygons (polygons whose sides are all the same length), try as you might, you will end up with no more than five such bodies. This result is a geometrical theorem --in 3D space there exist five and only five regular, or “Pythagorean,” solids. It has nothing to do with the state of our mathematical knowledge or our technological prowess. Like the statement that parallel lines meet at infinity, the existence of no more than five regular solids is an inescapable property of three-dimensional flat space.&lt;br /&gt;Kepler’s idea was this:  there are only six planets because there are only five regular solids and if we put these solids one inside the other in a nested pattern, the spheres defining the boundaries where an inner solid touches the next one out have radii which are in the same proportion as the distances of the planets. Kepler called this hypothesis the Mysterium Cosmographicum .  It was beautiful in its geometrical simplicity and awe-inspiring in its depth of implication (the existence of god the mathematician). It rang true. But it was not.&lt;br /&gt;Kepler tried hard to make the nested regular solids match the distances of the planets, but to no avail. He had based his calculations on figures obtained by Copernicus seventy years earlier. Perhaps more accurate measurements of the distances might show them to fit his elegant scheme?&lt;br /&gt;The greatest observational astronomer of the age, Tycho Brahe, had performed such measurements. When Kepler got hold of the data after Tycho’s death he was disappointed. In the end --and in view of Galileo’s subsequent discovery of Jupiter’s four large moons, which the Mysterium  could not possibly accomodate-- Kepler reluctantly abandoned his pet theory. It took courage, but Kepler was imbued with “the will to find out” as opposed to “the will to believe”. He was skeptical even of his own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Skepticism is essential in science. It prevents us from foisting our emotions on the universe, and thus helps us to study verifiable facts with a cool head. Gullibility readily accepts claims that may seem satisfying on grounds of personal taste or convenience, but that all too often are simply not true. The Argentinean philosopher of science Mario Bunge wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Scientific knowledge is sometimes unpleasant. It often contradicts the classics; occasionally tortures common sense and humiliates intuition. Lastly, it may prove convenient for some, but not for others. The hallmark of scientific knowledge is that it is verifiable.&lt;br /&gt;Personal taste, appeals to authority, and even democracy (like in deciding by popular vote which one of several contending hypotheses is true) have no place in science. Science is about discovering objective facts whose truth does not depend on who champions or opposes them. As the French mathematician Henri Poincaré said: “The sole source of truth is experiment. Only it can teach us something new; only it can give us certainty.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-2256705011018238309?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2256705011018238309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=2256705011018238309' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/2256705011018238309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/2256705011018238309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/johannes-kepler-17th-century-astronomer.html' title='Kepler&apos;s Most Beautiful Idea'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-482486799011787846</id><published>2007-05-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:34:31.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nurturing Sky</title><content type='html'>Few people nowadays know their way around the starry dome, and it is a rare city-dweller who can identify a constellation other than the Big Dipper. Our forebears, though, had good reason to pay close attention to celestial occurrences. All too often their livelihoods --and their very lives-- depended on correctly interpreting what they saw in the sky.&lt;br /&gt; Ancient Egyptians noticed that the annual flooding of the Nile River took place at the same time of year when the star Sirius first appeared in the dawn sky. Native Americans also read the course of the seasons in the sky. “The old men used to study the stars carefully and in this way could tell when each season began,” a Cahuila Indian told a researcher in the 1920s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They would meet in the ceremonial house and argue about the time certain stars would appear and would often gamble about it. This was a very important matter, for upon the appearance of certain stars depended the season of crops... They never went to the mountains until they saw a certain star, for they knew they could not find food there previously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Early navigators from around the world steered their vessels by the map provided by the constellations. The Chinese called their see-going barges “starry rafts,” and slaves escaping north through Georgia and Mississippi in the days before the American Civil War were advised to “follow the drinking gourd,” that is, the Big Dipper.&lt;br /&gt; Celestial phenomena were long held to be omens of great misfortune to come. In Hamlet, Shakespeare has Horatio discourse on the portents to be read in the sky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In the most high and balmy state of Rome&lt;br /&gt;        A little ere the mightiest Julius fell&lt;br /&gt;        The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead&lt;br /&gt;        Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets&lt;br /&gt;        As, stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,&lt;br /&gt;        Disasters in the sun; and the moist star...&lt;br /&gt;        Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Franciscan friar Bernardino de Sahagún, author of Historia general de las cosas de la Nueva España , wrote of the Aztecs: “They called comets citlalin popoca, which means smoking star. They believed comets presaged the death of a prince or king, or the onset of war and famine.”&lt;br /&gt; All things considered, it is easy to see why all ancient civilizations linked the stars and their movements to their own destinies, and why they invented gods and heroes to people the starry dome. What is not so easy to understand is why some people today still believe in astral influence on human affairs. Through the ages we have studied the stars, we have gazed at them in wonder and awe, and we have on occasion foisted our dreams and wishes on them. But when we finally scrutinized them with a good dose of healthy skepticism, probing them with scientifically oriented minds, we found their inner workings to be much more wonderful and awe-inspiring than anything the astrologers ever dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt; Early observations of the starry sky and primitive superstitions were a long and necessary prelude to modern science. The doctrines of pseudoscience --astrology, UFOs and the like-- pale in comparison with even the simplest findings of science. As Carl Sagan wrote: “Science is more intricate and subtle, reveals a much richer universe, and powerfully evokes our sense of wonder. And it has the additional and important virtue --to whatever extent the term has any meaning-- of being true.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-482486799011787846?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/482486799011787846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=482486799011787846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/482486799011787846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/482486799011787846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2007/05/few-people-nowadays-know-their-way.html' title='The Nurturing Sky'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592127808740816190.post-8475039544037431533</id><published>2007-05-31T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:50:23.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Einstein and god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science and religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='einstein'/><title type='text'>Einstein and God</title><content type='html'>Albert Einstein was a deeply religious man. But, like Baruch Spinoza before him, he understood religion in a very idiosyncratic way. A Jew by birth, he very early abandoned traditional religious views.&lt;br /&gt;On April 24, 1929, Einstein, who by then was the most famous scientist ever, received a simple cablegram from Rabbi Herbert Goldstein of the Institutional Synagogue, New York: “Do you believe in God?” Einstein replied: “I believe in Spinoza’s God who reveals himself in the orderly harmony of what exists, not in a God who concerns himself with fates and actions of human beings.”&lt;br /&gt;Einstein’s major utterances on the subject of religion came in the form of two essays with mirror-image titles --”Religion and Science,” written for the New York Times on the occasion of his second visit to the United States in 1931, and “Science and Religion,” written eight years later. In the first of these Einstein outlines three states of religious development --the religion of fear that moved primitive peoples, the subsequent moral religion whose driving force is social feeling, and finally, the “cosmic religious sense...which recognizes neither dogmas nor God made in man’s image.”&lt;br /&gt;People tend to equate “religion” with their particular system of belief. In his second essay Einstein was far more ecumenical. To him religion stems from the legitimate need to find a goal for our human aspirations. The purely rational --or scientific-- conception of existence cannot provide an ethics to guide human endeavor; it cannot give us a sense of the ultimate and fundamental ends.&lt;br /&gt;"To make clear these fundamental ends and valuations, and to set them fast in the emotional life of the individual, seems to me precisely the most important function which religion has to perform in the social life of man. And if one asks whence derives the authority of such fundamental ends, since they cannot be stated and justified merely by reason, one can only answer: they exist in a healthy society as powerful traditions..."&lt;br /&gt;At a loss to describe succintly what religion is, Einstein is content to ask what characterizes a religious person.&lt;br /&gt;"A person who is religiously enlightened appears to me to be one who has...liberated himself from the fetters of his selfish desires and is preoccupied with thoughts, feelings, and aspirations to which he clings because of their super-personal value. It seems to me that what is important is the force of this super-personal content and the depth of the conviction concerning its overpowering meaningfulness, regardless of whether any attempt is made to unite this content with a divine Being."&lt;br /&gt;Einstein describes as religious the scientist’s trust in the rational nature of reality. But one must not confuse the religious with the supernatural. “The more a man is imbued with the ordered regularity of all events,” he writes, “the firmer becomes his conviction that there is no room left by the side of this ordered regularity for causes of a different nature.”&lt;br /&gt;The awe that deep scientific understanding brings is very close to a religious epiphany and stems from the same underlying psychological foundation.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever has undergone the intense experience of [scientific understanding] is moved by profound reverence for the rationality made manifest in existence. By way of the understanding he achieves a far reaching emancipation from the shackles of personal hopes and desires, and thereby attains that humble attitude of mind towards the grandeur of reason incarnate in existence... . This attitude...appears to me to be religious in the highest sense of the word."&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this entry in response to an e-mail from my good friend Dimitri Maekawa, who is experiencing an Einsteinian epiphany in Victoria, British Columbia. May he find solace in communion with such a one as uncle Albert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592127808740816190-8475039544037431533?l=spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8475039544037431533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2592127808740816190&amp;postID=8475039544037431533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8475039544037431533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2592127808740816190/posts/default/8475039544037431533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spacetimechronicles.blogspot.com/2007/05/einstein-and-god.html' title='Einstein and God'/><author><name>Sergio de Régules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05986592831601743512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
