Category Archives: Angst

Moskva

Here is a picture of a younger Gaussling with chums Leon, Joe, and Karl.  Of course, Leon was never quite “right” again after his tragic incident with the ice-axe. 

Trotsky

[Editors note: Many thanks to Les for the image “enhancement”. ]

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A Bunch of Blarney

I thought I’d disclose a picture of Th’ Gaussling for the one or two miscreants who might actually be interested.  I had the opportunity to visit Blarney Castle in Ireland a few years back. The Blarney stone is said to be part of the Stone of Scone given to Cormac McCarthy by Robert the Bruce of Scotland in 1314 as a reward for support in the Battle of Bannockburn. Yada yada. It is supposed to confer the power of eloquence.

I try not to think of all of the thousands of sweaty tourists that have hung backwards high in the air to kiss that clammy, dank stone. Yeah, I kissed it. Didn’t do a damned bit of good, though.

Blarney Stone

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Some Sunny Day

This link shows the closing scene of Dr. Strangelove.  Why are atomic bomb blasts so fascinating to watch? Of course, the movie was a satire.

But when you see the next one, it becomes much more sobering.  It is a clip from a BBC documentary with CGI enhancement on Hiroshima. Part of the responsibility of having civilian control over military forces in the USA entails that at least some fraction of the civilian population retain a bit of knowledge of topics like this.

I think that when queried, most people will think of an atomic bomb blast as primarily a nuclear radiation calamity. To be sure, there is a healthy gamma pulse and the dispersal of a large variety of troublesome radionuclides, with long lasting contamination issues.  But much of the prompt destructive effect is from the immense heat pulse followed by the blast wave. 

Mutual assured destruction (MAD) as a nuclear strategy was arguably successful because parties on both the NATO and Soviet blocks were more desirous of long life than of the need for the delivery of nuclear hellfire at any cost.  The cold war was a time of opposing political and economic doctrines. MAD was essentially a secular concept.

In the present era of religious theatre, movements citing supernatural endorsement of earthly doctrines are in ascendancy.  The calculus of MAD fails when parties practice nuclear policy under the influence of supernatural euphoria.

Atavism

More snow. It’s like winter in the UP of Michigan.  It’s a Colorado up-slope storm, so the mountains aren’t getting much of any snow. Low pressure to the South with it’s counterclockwise flow is pumping moist gulf air up slope where it snows out on the eastern plains before it can get to the mountains. The usual scenario.

I’m feeling this atavistic urge from near my brainstem to go out and toil in the cryosphere like my Scandinavian ancestors did. Maybe go out and hunt down a reindeer for meat and sinew for my stone axe. Gotta get ready for a season of boating with my Viking neighbors this spring.

Sigh.

Space MAD

The astronomer who taught my intro astronomy class years ago once joked that the shortest meaningful time was the “jiffy”; the time it took a photon to pass the diameter of a proton. He was also fond of referring to the “erg” as approximately equal to the energy required by a ladybug to crawl up on a piece of cardboard: thus 1 erg = 1 bug cardboard. [Hey, take it easy. It was a class for non-physics majors.] That astronomers name is John McKim Malville. He wrote a book called “A Feather for Daedalus: Explorations in Science and Myth in the New Physics”. Here is a quotation from Malville-

 SCIENCE – this precocious child we do not exactly know how to live with – can be used for more than the construction of warheads, the design of rockets, or the invention of technological marvels. As we shall attempt to demonstrate, the insights of science can be used in the same manner that we use our religious and artistic symbols – as evocative devices to lead us beyond that which is merely said. We have to a certain extent been guilty of misusing our SCIENCE in the production of unholstered gadgets [italics by Gaussling] and computerized wonders, thus neglecting it as an aid for mankind’s larger journey. It is as though after hacking our way through the forest we have reached the shore of a great river which prevents us from proceeding further. The water’s edge contains many beautiful and fascinating pebbles. Their colors and shapes are extraordinary! Never before on our journey have we seen such marvellous pebbles. They are, in fact, so captivating that we have completely forgotten about our journey. Instead we spend all our time gathering these brightly colored rocks – the facts with which we have become so infatuated of late. Into higher and higher piles we gather these facts, never wanting to stray too far from them for fear that someone might take them from us. And so we remain, trapped by our pebbles, unable to EXPLORE THE REST OF THE WORLD. We could, it is true, use our rocks to continue on our journey by tossing them into the stream ahead of us and using them as stepping stones. Shall we?

I like his term “unholstered gadgets”.  The 20th century was a period when many unholstered gadgets were developed and used with more technical skill than wisdom.

I picked up a book called “Edward Teller: The Real Dr. Strangelove” by Peter Goodchild.  It is an unauthorized biography of a brilliant, though irrascible character who participated in nuclear weapons design in the Manhattan project.  After WWII, Teller went on to solve the problem of how to configure a fission explosive to achieve a thermonuclear detonation. He was an influential supporter of many nuclear programs well into the Reagan years. As a student, Teller studied under Werner Heisenberg and went on to spend a year working with Bohr. Teller was one of the very earliest theorists to work on what chemists now refer to as quantum chemistry.  He and Jahn published a paper in 1937 predicting what is now called Jahn-Teller distortion, a phenomenon found in degenerate octahedral metal complexes.   Teller also helped produce many unholstered gadgets.

So, in this vein, it is interesting to note that the Chinese have just “fired a shot heard round the world”.  They were successful in hitting a retired satellite in what is reported as a ~600 mile orbit with a ballistic missile.  This event has twittered many governments in a jiffy or two, including the US gov’t. It has been reported that the US recently had a chance to sign a treaty that would ban aggressive action against satellites, but refused to do so. I don’t have a primary source for this assertion as yet. And for the first time in a long while, news outlets are referring to “Red China”.

I wonder how many young Tellers are out there, urging their government to develop offensive weapons under the guise of defense?  Perhaps this is Chinese arm twisting, or maybe it is the first step in a new type of Mutual Assured Destruction in space- Space MAD? There is a catchy name.

Gastronaut

I’ll admit to being a “Gastronaut”- someone who is driven to seek out and explore new dining and food experiences.  I enjoy the fine and unusual restaurant experience. I like good service and exquisite food. One of my favorite foodies is Anthony Bourdain. He wrote a book a few years ago called “Kitchen Confidential“, the gastronomic biography of a hard working, hard drinking cook and graduate of the CIA. Bourdain understands food and what motivates people to seek an unusual dining experience. He is a gastronomic cognoscenti who can cuss and spit like a sailor. 

Having been in the sales game, I have had the chance to dine in some really fine restaurants all over the northern hemisphere.  I’ve dined in a fantastic Georgian restaurant in Moscow featuring armed guards and metal detectors, London’s Indian restaurants, steak houses in Houston, BBQ joints in San Antonio, haute cuisine in New Orleans, Las Vegas (yeah, baby!!), & Tokyo ($$$), perogies in South Bend, god-knows-what in Taipei, pork tenderloin in Iowa, salmon in Seattle, cheese in Holland, really expensive Cognac in Paris, vodka in Perm, pastrami in Manhattan, and on and on.  My god it’s been a great ride.

I’ll never forget the transcendental gastronomic experience I had on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. It was a dish featuring a hard boiled egg with the cap sliced off exposing the yoke, nestled on a slice of toasted bagette with truffle shavings and a truffle sauce. With it I had a glass of a fine Merlot.  I can still recall the comingled flavors of truffle and the smokey/woody/currant aspect of the Merlot.  Jesus, I’m drooling on the keyboard …

But what I really miss when I travel and what I crave when I get home to Colorado is some good, hot & sassy Mexican food.  The kind that is titrated with jalapeno and crinkles your cheeks like hot cellophane when you eat it. If you don’t have sweat running down your forehead and you’re not suckin’ down icewater like a fiend, you haven’t hand the full experience.

Better answers to better questions by the PITA

It is hard for a fellow to comprehend just how much of a pain-in-the-ass (PITA) he can be to everyone unless he’s been married for a while. One of the “benefits” of being married is the constant feedback you get. Heart-felt exclamations of wonderment: How could you not know that? What were you thinking? Why didn’t you _____ ? (fill in the blank) … The list has been truncated to save bandwidth.

Something that I have noticed over the last few years is the manner in which I answer questions.  My natural inclination is to offer answers to questions that I wish had been asked.  This is the professor in me and sometimes it is okay to do. But it does confound some people. It bears some resemblance to the sport of fencing. The question comes jabbing into your scoring zone so you parry and thrust into theirs.  It seems a bit too competitive.

This competitive manner of conversation was polished to a high gloss in grad school.  I was in a large research group (20-25) with post-docs and grad students from all over the world.  To survive intellectually, you had to defend yourself and your ideas- sometimes very aggressively.  A residue of this forcefulness survives to this day. The trick is to keep it sheathed when speaking with ones spouse.