Boston to Hartford

This past weekend was a very pleasant departure from the norm. After a very successful work day on Friday, I hurried from my last meeting at 6 to the red line station. This was to be the beginning of my commute south and then westward to Riverside, where my sister (Kate) and new-brother (Brad) were to be waiting.

It’s always important to remember that just when you want public transportation to really get you somewhere, that is the moment it is most likely to fail you. Indeed, as I arrived in Kendall station on Friday night to catch my first of several trains, the train I had just missed pulled into the tunnel at the end of the station and abruptly stopped. The loudspeaker announced that while trains were moving, they were doing so with delays.

The cause of all this was a switching problem at Park Street station, my first destination. This was not the best way to begin my fun weekend with my family. I caught the next train, which then sat at Kendall for 15 minutes. It then proceeded **very** slowly to Park. The Green Line connection that took me to Riverside (a D-line train) was very fast in comparison – this is far outside the norm for the Boston subway lines. Green is typically slow and steady, while Red picks up the slack.

Kate and Brad were at Riverside, after a small navigation adventure of their own. In fact, my timing (or mis-timing) may have been perfect for actually meeting them at the station. With my blood sugar crashing, we hit the road for the 1.5 hour drive to Manchester, CT. Dinner was taken at a retro-fifties diner near their home, where the only things on the menu for eating were heart-harmful and you could get a malt in any of about 25 flavors, including “pudding”. Hmmm. Oh, and did I mention that for some very odd reason my nickname for this weekend was “Stubbalubba”? Yeah, I thought I forgot to mention that.

We stayed up very late playing SSX (snow boarding) on their game console, and I got to meet their new-ish cat Orion. Saturday started with some DELIGHTFUL lattes, made by Brad, and a trip to a nearby hobby store where I picked up a present for my wife and Bad bought the extension set for a card game called “Killer Bunnies”. Yes, “Killer Bunnies”.

Brad spent the afternoon teaching me to play this card game, which was to be the focus of the night’s after-dinner activities. I have to say that after initial skepticism, I found this game to be quite fun (not a serious as “Magic”, but just as complicated) – where else are you going to be able to unleash such diabolical weapons as Ebola or a **black hole** on your enemies. Who are bunnies. Yes, bunnies.

Saturday night was wonderful. Kate prepared a feast of chili and biscuits and cheesecake. My good buddy Eric, who lives in Hartford, came over in the late afternoon to join the festivities. Kate and Brad had their friend, Sam, also come to dinner. However, instead of a game of “Killer Bunnies” we played a game of “Wise and Otherwise”. If you’ve never played this, the game begins with one player reading the first part of some saying; the goal of the rest of the players is to either guess the right ending or just make one up. Everybody then votes on which ending they think is correct. Guessing the right ending, which is added into the pile by the reader, gets you points. Guessing somebody else’s ending gets them points. The game usually degrades to something resembling moral chaos after about two beers.

We each had four.

I crashed at Eric’s place on Sunday. We spent the night watching a documentary about the American band, “Wilco”:, called “I am trying to break your heart” (based on the time spent recording, mixing, and then trying to release their album “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot”). I own the album on which the movie is centered, and I haven’t been able to give it a fair listen yet. However, I must say that after watching this film I am more intrigued than **ever** about Wilco. Once I get back to California (and my excellent Sennheiser headphones) I intend to give this work its due.

Sunday afternoon, Eric busted out his new music machine: a jet-black Gibson SG. I couldn’t stand sitting there, just watching him play the thing. So, I did what any ex-drummer without a drumset would do: I grabbed an acoustic guitar and tried to follow the chord progressions. This was amusing, mostly because I haven’t played seriously in years (and even then, I was never **that** serious). I haven’t had that much fun in a very long time, not since I was in a band with Eric almost 7 years ago.

After a Greyhound bus ride back to Boston, I am eager to dive into this work week. It’s looking like a healthy blend of neutrino physics and B-physics, and it’s not even 9 am PST yet.

Turnabout must be fair play

Bob Park’s column, “What’s New” (“available at”: is the way I close out every Friday. Most of the time, I read and smile (or groan). Today, though, his column raised a point which I think counts as fair turn-about.

As you may know, there is a strong anti-evolution movement growing in the United States. The basis of this movement is that evolution is a theory which fails to explain every case where it can be applied, so it must be totally wrong. Advocates of this perspective clearly demonstrate their complete misunderstanding of a theory, and what it means when it fails to explain a set of particular cases. In fact, Isaac Newton’s laws of classical mechanics are really just theories, because they fail to explain the world that atoms inhabit. However, noone doubts their use when applied to their home, a bridge, a skyscraper, or a rocket launch. In that same sense, quantum mechanics and relativity are “just” theories because they only explain our world up to a point. That doesn’t make them wrong.

Anyway, this movement has tried to get stickers placed on biology textbooks that state that evolution is just a theory (as if this is discrediting, as I’ve illustrated above with counter-examples). One thing that annoys me is that nobody seems to object to quantum mechanics or classical mechanics, but they disagree with evolution because it confronts traditional Christian creationism. The literal reading of the Bible clearly disagrees with a theory they advocates the shaping of life over long periods of time due to environmental conditions.

Well, if they get to slap stickers on science textbooks, Bob Park advocates that we should get to slap stickers on their religious texts:

“This book contains religious stories regarding the
origin of living things. The stories are theories, not
facts. They are unproven, unprovable and in some cases
totally impossible. This material should be approached
with an open mind, and a critical eye towards logic and
believability.” (Bob Park, “What’s New” 1/28/05).

Seems fair to me. Why single out a single theory of scientific pursuit? Why not single out all the other theories that are time tested but not necessarily sufficient to explain all behavior. Besides, evolution has given us so much as a theory: it explains drug resistance, it explains the emergence of unique traits in related species due to relative isolation from the main populations. I encourage everybody to go check out the recent “National Geographic”: issue discussing the details, successes, and failures of the Theory of Evolution.

A Weekend in Connecticut

Well, it’s been a truncated but highly productive week for me. The return to MIT, if only briefly, was meant to focus my efforts on developing the simulation of a background veto system for the proposed “Braidwood Reactor Neutrino Experiment”: One of the primary needs of this experiment is a robust and efficient system capable of protecting our primary detector from the intrusions of muons and neutrons into our experiment.

I’ve completed a few of the development milestones I set out to achieve. The basis of the simulation is a toolkit called “GEANT4”: I have spent a lot of time learning how to use this framework (many thanks to the organizer of the SLAC GEANT4 users’ workshop in 2004!). Right now, I’ve managed to make a multi-layered, multi-sided veto detector which is made ofsome well-defined solid material and which can register hits (that is, interactions between a muon and one of the detector elements).

Having managed this, I am very much looking forward to seeing my sister and brother-in-law, as well as my old pal Eric, down in Connecticut during the weekend. It’s only once or twice a year that I get to see any of them, so this will be a real treat for me. This weekend will also be a nice dividing line between the run through this week and the run through next.

Title IX in the Sciences

During the Senate debate on the nominee for Secretary of Education, Senator Wyman of Oregon called on the Federal Government to enforce title IX (famous for its application to college sports programs) in the sciences to correct the balance of men and women represented at increasing levels of authority in science and academia.

I don’t know anything about Title IX, so I went to the Web and found a “resource that gives the full text of Title IX”: I figure the only way to understand whether applying such a law actually fixes the core problem (or problems) is to understand the law.