My weblog ELECTRON BLUE, which concentrated on science and mathematics, ran from 2004-2008. It is no longer being updated. My current blog, which is more art-related, is here.
Fri, 17 Jun, 2005
Clammy
After more than a week of boiling hot steamy weather, the rains came and the temperature has
dropped more than thirty degrees. The area has now returned to its usual state, even during
summer: cold, wet, and clammy. There is something just wrong about wearing a sweater and
putting the heat on in the middle of June, if you are near sea level. It reminds me why I left
Massachusetts for warmer climes.
Inside the house the days seem indistinguishable from the nights, blocked in by dripping dark
green vegetation and lit by dim reddish voltage-saving fluorescent lights. My parents' TV is on
much of the time, delivering an endless stream of cultural fragments, snapped together by clicks
of the remote: smiling blonde weather girls, golf tournaments, car racing, classical music
performances, "concerned" blonde newsgirls reporting local crimes, loud car ads, barely-dressed
blonde party girls, sober Charlie Rose interviewing a movie star, bits of old movies in black and
white, barbed splinters of pop music, pretty girl threatened in a suspense movie, luxury travel
destinations, cooking shows, animal rescue stories, pretty blonde girls in skimpy bikinis gyrating
to pop-country music, Oprah Winfrey introducing African women victims of rape and torture,
ads for prescription drugs, and, finally, the only thing I want to watch…baseball.. Thursday
the Sox didn't play. Mother, meanwhile, is reading the collected letters of French author Gustave
Flaubert.
Living in the big city, I've gotten used to a fast-paced life. But here it seems like the remote North
Woods, despite the heavy traffic on the larger roads only a mile away. My father has planted his
tomatoes and fenced them against voracious rabbits and deer. Grey squirrels, swift little red
squirrels, chipmunks, and other woodland creatures roam the emerald grass under the trees. Loud
little wrens, tweeting titmice, bright cardinals, and a dozen other kinds of birds fill the forest with
song. If it rains a bit longer, we'll have mushrooms sprouting in the grass like cartoons. I couldn't
stand all this cute nature. I took my mother shopping. I needed to see a parking lot, for
Disney's sake.
As a would-be scientist, I have acquired a habit of intense, goal-directed, high-energy action, or at least the need for such action. I must be doing something toward my objective every waking moment. If I am not, I lose momentum. I have tried to do at least one problem a day, and read through one new section. I got to the end of chapter 4 in the Barron's book, the chapter called "Making things move." That is what physics is all about, it seems to me. Keep moving, keep striving, keep going forward, keep learning and finding things out, otherwise you slow down, decelerate, de-orbit. The mist could close in, the light fail, the impetus dwindle. Soon I will review chapter 4, run those formulas again to set them in my memory, crank the torque, and start the Electron's engine for my return to home and work.
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