Missed By The Ice
Just a degree or two too cold for tree-wrecking ice. Instead, sleet or graupel that slid through the trees without sticking. Very heavy mat covering driveways and sidewalks.
Just a degree or two too cold for tree-wrecking ice. Instead, sleet or graupel that slid through the trees without sticking. Very heavy mat covering driveways and sidewalks.
This blog has been accused of being not much more than phenology.
But that’s okay with me. Phenology is the berries.
Not much phenological news today, apart from the increasing day length, though I do think I’m hearing male cardinals starting up their spring mating calls. Just below freezing all day, with ice storm in the offing.
In other news:
Now anxiously awaiting the results for supreme court justice.
…soup—huge pot with ingredients beyond number. Hope it’s good.
Neighbors coming over.
Pretty nice day in advance of what looks like a wild weather week.
Lots of physics and bio-chemistry interwoven with a lively history of science, all quite readable, so What’s Gotten Into You is a worthwhile and interesting book. Amazing work of research and scholarship—50 pages, in small type, of references. The origin of life is really the greatest story ever told.
Here are excerpts from the last chapter:
In one sense, we are utterly extraordinary biological machines whose details are so staggeringly complex they are hard to wrap your head around. A typical cell within you is made of a galaxy of atoms--a hundred trillion or so of them. A stack of that many dollar bills would reach to the Moon and back over twenty-five times. Every second within each of your cells, many hundreds of millions of molecules are shooting in and out of membranes. Thousands of genes are being locked and unlocked. Millions of ribosomes and organelles are working. Electric currents are surging: Many hundreds of thousand. if not millions of motors are turning and pumps churning. That is one cell. You are composed of about a hundred times more cells than there are stars in the Milky Way.
In another sense, as the biochemist Peter Mitchell observed, you are more like a flame whose atoms are constantly being replaced. Although we may die, our atoms don't. They revolve through life, soil, oceans, and sky in a chemical merry-go-round. "I don't think of us as something that's made," the geologist Mike Russell said. "I think of us as processors." The cell biologist Franklin Harold agrees. He sees our cells as organized patterns, systems that must remain in constant motion, like bicycles, which stay upright only so long as their wheels continue to spin.
At another basic level, we are simply temporary gatherings of elements forged by the Big Bang and stars. All told, you're made of about 60 of the 132 or so elements in the periodic table.
A physicist would say there is an even more fundamental you. Your seventy octillion atoms are made of electrons, protons, and neutrons, and those protons and neutrons are built from smaller particles, quarks and gluons. All of which makes you simply a very large collection of overachieving subatomic particles who in combination vastly exceed their seeming potential.
If that is not strange enough, on an even deeper physical level, most quantum physicists say that your elementary particles are localized excitations of energy fields (called quantum fields) that permeate space, so the smallest bits of you are simultaneously particles and waves. That makes all of the universe, including you, an interwoven web of rippling energy fields. You may not believe you've attained enlightenment; nevertheless, in some sense, you are already at one with the universe.
If you're not dizzy yet, consider this. About 99 percent of the volume of your atoms is simply empty space between elementary particles. Yet, on closer examination, even that emptiness is not truly nothing. It contains energy fields from which particles of matter and antimatter continuously bubble up and annihilate each other.
Somehow, all those minuscule fields, waves, particles, and atoms add up to you and me.
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Here on Earth, we are part of a majestic, inventive tree of life that, once established, stubbornly hung on and has never stopped changing. Our atoms' journeys were paved by an unbroken chain of organisms that stretches back at least 3.8 billion years. Learning their story has left me with a greater appreciation of the debt we owe our earliest bacterial kin, who developed the template for life. They pioneered many of our basic tools, handy things like RNA, DNA, ATP, ribosomes, and sodium-potassium pumps. Photosynthesizing bacteria oxygenated our atmosphere, making it possible for plants to pluck molecules from the air and rock and create the sugars, proteins, fats, vitamins, and minerals that we eat at dinnertime in order to build ourselves.
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It is a remarkable fact about our universe that our atoms, which once came chaotically crashing down from space, can now look back in time to reconstruct their own journeys. In other words, self-replicating humans, the product of chemical and biological evolution, can now "see" the world, probe it, and in a stunning recursiveness, study the origin and voyages of the very molecules of which we are made. In Carl Sagan's words, "We are a way for the cosmos to know itself." How is it possible that we have been able to learn so much, to peer back so far, even to the beginning of time?
…at O’Riley’s Pub in Janesville. A bit of a detour from the mission to pick up a new baby rosemary to replace the big old plant that graced this place for 5 years, in spite of long summers of neglect.
Even fired up the blower, though mostly to do VI’s driveway.
…but hardly enough, in my opinion, to justify a snow day, although SE Wis was shut down. Fitness Center open but close to empty, which is nice.
Bedlam at the bird feeder…until the hawk showed up. And it is really blowing now as dark descends.
Photo by Sue
Now trying to fashion nearly microscopic gudgeons and pintles for the rudder, out of brass tubing.
…and counting. Highlight of the day, breakfast at Natalie’s Park View restaurant, followed by a little romantic shopping at Farm and Fleet.
And then some experimental cookery—something resembling veal birds, with Apple dumplings for dessert.
…for a bike ride, except when the clunker you’re riding runs out of battery. Long, hard pedal home (though it would have been no sweat on my good bike).
In other news, we visited the flowing well and tanked up on coffee water.
…made by the boys. Then more legos and some poetry, prior to departure.
…for dinner, Sorry, and legos, with a stop at the Kettle Moraine museum.
…tax form figured out and time saving guide prepared (so that others don’t have to wail and gnash). That, and grocery shopping, took the best part of the day.
Weather much deteriorated.
Rain from early morning to mid-afternoon…then snow, creating a real mushy mess. On the up side, lots of moisture is a good thing.
Otherwise, very frustrating day trying to figure out and make sense of the new Canadian Underused Housing Tax and filing form. Honk if you love bureaucracy!
Good enough for a bike ride, not to mention mushroom soup.
High near 40, with sun.
Beautiful mauve sky to the east, even at 5:30.
Morning chores, then visit to Kettle Moraine Southern Unit museum, which is a wonderful place. Lunch at The Edge Of Town in Palmyra.
Three races today in lighter and somewhat shifty winds. Bri got finished in the top 10 and got a trophy.
Much warmer today, above freezing after noon.
…regatta on the very sheet of ice seen here last Tuesday. About 45 boats. Five lively races. Bri very competitive, in the top 10. (I spent 6 hours as a scorer, staring into the icy wind.) Meanwhile, up in Minocqua, Abby skied a 24 kilometer cross country race in 2 hours. Talk about stamina, determination, and skill!
…nothing like the cold to the north and east.
Twenty-eight below zero F last night in Sudbury, minus 100 windchill at high elevations in New Hampshire.
Warming slightly now here (above zero). Nite National Regatta called on for this weekend west end of Lake Geneva (Fontana). Too cloudy to have a chance at seeing the Chinese spy balloon.