My regular science dump

Here are the recent cool things in science I’ve been reading about.

Firstly

By a round-about process I found myself reading about the concept of stellar engines. This involves harnessing the energy output of a star (ie, our sun) to do something. There were the predictable options of using megastructures (such as Dyson Spheres) to collect the solar energy output and use it to power industry or power a giant computer, but the really really cool option I had not run into before was a thing called a Shkadov thruster, which uses an enormous mirror to actually move the star (and it’s gravitationally associated solar system) in a chosen direction. Sure it would be slow, but the idea of moving a star around… now that would be cool!

Second

The previously mentioned “round-about process” actually began at an article by Freeman Dyson (who is himself a pretty interesting fellow) about his predictions for Our Biotech future. At one point he makes the following observation of the similarity between the current state of Biotech and the early days of computing:

The public distrusts Monsanto because Monsanto likes to put genes for poisonous pesticides into food crops, just as we distrusted von Neumann because he liked to use his computer for designing hydrogen bombs secretly at midnight.

With the unspoken assertion that as the Biotech technology improves and becomes more accessable to everyday people  it too will loose the stigma it currently has and become an accepted everyday things like modern personal computing.

I did this!

To quote the famous Shelly poem: “Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”

A few weeks back I got the opportunity to fix my first ankle. Now seing as I can’t lay my hands on the pre-op xrays (they must have been private films, and went home with the patient), you’re just going to have to take my word for it that on the side of the ankle joint where you can see the screws going in, there was a fracture, and the pointy tip of the tibia (the big bone) was floating free. Now this is important because that tip stops the tibia shifting side to side on the top of the foot, so if it’s broken the ankle can become unstable.

So seing as I was being keen and hanging around late to help with the operation, my reg actually let me do it (under closely watchful eyes and with numerous pointers of course). Getting down to the fracture was easy. Getting the fractured tip shifted back into the right spot was easy. Holding it there with a clamp was easy. Getting the first (upper) screw in was easy. Getting the second screw in (which stops the fragment rotating around the axis of the first screw) was a monumental pain in the arse, and I eventually had to get the reg to put it in for me. Still it was loads of fun. Whheeeee. I wanna go again!!!

So behold my glorious handiwork (and make plans not to break any bones in any proximity to me, lest I try my skills out on you 🙂

(click on the picture to see a larger version)

Acute observation

I read an online comic called Bunny, which is usually pretty esoteric, but in the cartoon from yesterday they make the kind of pointed observations that I love seeing interjected into the generally ludacris public debate on terrorism:

“Bomb” attacks: Deaths:0, Cost: the same amount of council tax as usual.

Current flash flooding in the UK: Deaths: 6, Cost: Estimated to exceed 1 billion pounds.

Which one is seen as the biggest threat to the UK? The one that was foiled by Civilian emergency services, traffic wardens, concrete bollards, and members of the public.

Get over it

I must admit to being frankly perplexed by the whole Diana anniversary thing.

It’s been ten years. She’s dead. It’s sad, but surely by now you should have built a bridge and gotten over it?! That after this length of time you can still fill Wembley stadium with people to commemorate her (although the cynical part of me says that perhaps some of the people may have been there solely because there were some good acts performing), and that it gets top story on the news for several days running, seems to me to show a disappointing misdirection in the communal psyche. She did some worthwhile things, and died tragically early, but you don’t see this kind of thing for dead Nobel peace laureates, or rock stars or (god forbid) politicians/diplomats/scientists etc who’s works actively improved everyday life…

<sigh>