…you are not going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight. You can stay out till late.
…you cannot go on some job finder website and fill application forms to be the next Grim Reaper. It is not an advertised post kind of thing.
…Earth is not flat! You cannot walk over the edge, go over to the bottom side, hang there due to gravity and qualify to be called ‘Spiderman’. That’s not how it works.
…Earth is not flat!! You cannot stand at the edge, and play ‘Spitting into outer space’ competition.
…Running inside a plane is not going to reduce/increase your flight time.
…when I say ‘White chocolate Mocha’, it does not imply ‘ICED White Chocolate Mocha’.
…Tom Cruise is not God!! And don’t ask me, ‘why not?’
…the reason telephone booths are no longer used is not because too many superhero were changing clothes there.
…you cannot jump out of a plane, and unbutton your shirt to make a temporary parachute.
…we cannot cover the whole Pacific Ocean with ‘post-its’.
…you cannot use watermelons in Hadron collider –not even for fun-sake.
…inventing a machine that converts every creature into a 2D cartoon is not going to make more space for increasing population.
…J.K. Rowling is not responsible for extinction of hippogriffs. They never existed!!!!
…just because your parents named you ‘Neo’ does not mean this whole world is a $%^ing MATRIX and you are the ‘ONE’. By same logic your younger brother should have been a ‘tragedy’!
[Note: This post is dedicated to all the morons who at some point have contributed to screwing up my life. Thanks!]
I saw this on CNN and just could not stop laughing.
Firstly, I know it’s a very serious research, relying on a very clever idea of using a reliable marker to trace a signal source but still when you put in CNN’s language, it sounds hilarious. It seems as if scientists have nothing better to do. Its like first we go to space in a superfast rocket (with hyperdrive capability), play a game of poker there, then dust off our books, and wonder, gee what to do now? And among this fit of indecisiveness, somebody comes up with an idea that’s lets find penguin poop.
Secondly, I find word ‘Penguin Poop’ funny. There is some poetic rhythm to it. Try saying ‘Penguin Poop’, out loud like 10 times in a row. Penguin poop Penguinpoop PenguinpoopPenguinpoopPenguinpoop PenguinpoopPenguinpoop ……. ha ha ha
(And frankly, I think, my toothache remedy has something in it, which is making me do all this crazy stuff. I might a bit high right now.)
My dad calls me up this morning and says, “See, That’s why I did not let you become a sailor. If you had your way that day, you would have been hostage on some pirate ship on coasts of Slovenia today,…”
“Dad!!!” I said, adding “Its not Slovenia, its Somalia.”
“Whatever. No arguments! You kids never get the point.”
“I am an evolutionary biologist, and I live in Pennsylvania. Taken together, it means that as soon as I am outside the peripheries of my campus, I am known as ‘Satan’s Son’
8.30 AM Phone rings
Some women on other end starts speaking.
Some Woman (SW) : Mumble Mumble mumble from __________faith church. I would like to read a chapter of Bible to you. Can I start now?
SW: I would like to read a chapter….
Me: NO! I think I understood you the first time…
SW: So, can I start now?
Me: NOOO !!! Ehm…(I realize I am sounding very rude)…hmmm…I am in middle of something right now…so I think its not a good idea right now.
SW: Sir, in that case, can I call you some other time?
SW: Mumble ‘French sounding Mumble’ Thank you sir. Thak!
I throw my cell phone on bed, and start wondering, what if, this is exactly what happens when you die -you get a call, somebody tells you your crime/sin stats, and then somebody starts narrating you chapters of Bible -that too, on phone.
My friend called me up yesterday morning and said, “Did you see today’s newspaper?” Usually this statement/question means, “I don’t care what your answer is, I am anyways going to tell you the most worthless piece of news from the bottom corner of lifestyle or celebrity gossip section”. So, I go with my standard reply to such situations, “Nay! Was too busy with work. Did not get chance to look at it till now. What is it?”
“Oh! It is this article about this research that men take 8.2 seconds of gazing at women to fall in love. What do you think about it?”[Read the article here]
“What paper is this and where did it get published?”
“Hold on…yeah the article says it is in Archives of Sexual Behavior. Comm’on tell me what do you think about it?”
“First I need to check the article, but from top of my head, I think it simplifies things for women a lot, you just have to carry a stop watch with you to find your options and secondly, I am surprised it was 8.2 seconds; I always thought that it would be like 2 seconds or something.”
“Seriously, tell me what you think about the research?” and then she adds, “Seriously!”
“What do you mean, seriously? The article was in Archives of Sexual Behavior for heaven’s sake. I don’t have access to that journal. Normal scientists don’t subscribe to such journals. But I will check that out and let you know.”
I keep the receiver down and start thinking with a half asleep brain. 8.2 seconds! Shit! I think I need to rework my ‘Women-I-Love-list’. Lot of addition or subtractions required. Frankly, I am surprised that the calculations showed 8.2 seconds, I was expecting it to be much less. Eight point Two seconds! Its even less than the 100m sprint record. It is less than…
Phone Rings…Rings again…Rings again again…
“HEYY! Me again! I was wondering that it would be really interesting to calculate the time required to ‘fall out’ of love.”
There are people who believe in self-study, and there are people who believe in lecture type classes. I, however, am totally different, as I believe in learning from hieroglyphics. Am kidding! Cave paintings are hard to understand. Anyhow, last Friday, I had the opportunity to attend this extraordinarily amazing Biol 413 class at Penn State, which is so unlike those other lecture type-boring-to-hell type classes where the only natural reaction that brain elicits is to shut itself down. The class is an amalgam of concepts of cell biology in a format that is a mix between Survivors and Project Runway. Intriguing, Right??
The class has been divided into 6 different tribes; Regulators, Alhazen, Nerds, Green Fluorescent Squirrels (funny name if you imagine the picture of one), Mutants and Killer Ladybugs (my favorite tribe name. Its outrageously hilarious!). In each class, tribes are given a task, which is mostly grounded in science of cell and molecular biology, and the tribe that wins gets immunity against a vote-out to the mutant island. Yes, there is vote out at the end of each task and besides all the fun in class, final scores that are earned from this task will lead to bonus grade points at the end of semester. Besides this there are bonus safety cards, extra immunity points for taking pictures of Immunity Idol in different locales in State College, …and lot of strategy strategy strategy!!
Last Friday, I was the guest judge for this class and had an amazing fun filled experience. The task that day was called ‘Project Runway-Biol 413 Evening Gown Challenge” and task involved reading a scientific paper titled, “The Coupling of Cyclic GMP and Photopolarization of Pelvetia Zygotes” and tribes were asked to come up with a descriptive model and some future experiments to test ideas they proposed. I would have preferred a scientific paper title like ‘The coupling of Mars landing and Evolution of Skunks’ (kidding!!), but on a slightly serious note, I have never seen students more excited in class! NEVER EVER! All the tribes came up with such amazing ideas and I would be lying if I say that I was not surprised. But after all the judges had tallied their scores, The Regulators were a unanimous winner as they had presented a very comprehensive model, with Mutants being a close second for their well controlled proposed experiments. As I had promised, the winner gets a cover on the The Antisense Strand, here it is the winning model and winner teams logo. (Yeah I can see the sarcasm when you say, “Yeah what a prize! Cover on some random humor blog that hardly anybody reads!)
With a pea-sized brain like me, I know, I should be the last one to express my opinion on such things but I believe science can be so much fun. I can however say for sure that classes like these definitely make studying science a fun and intellectually enriching exercise. Thanks to Randen and Damian for implementing such an idea and inviting me to be a part of it, and I so much wish that I was a part of such a class when I was an undergrad. I would have named my tribe Prot Surfers, T4 Terminators, or The Wingdings. Then we would have won the first task and tried to get the best person out of mutants in our…. Strategy Strategy!! Think Think!!
Action star (lets say James Bond or one of his brothers) wakes up in room with flawless green and white draping. The only red exists as a small round spot in the otherwise white netted bandage on his forehead. And is if only purpose of this conversation is to deride a normal researcher, here is the conversation that ensues.
JB (trying to pull out a gun from his hospital uniform): Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?
Doctor: Hello James! Calm down! I am Dr. Oglivyscteninet. (James never understands the name but it sounds like word Omniscient). You were shot 123 times by some extremists belonging to a country called Aslo, while you were in mission to get information about another extremist group in a small town of Chapalistan. I was able to take out 121 bullets out.
JB: How do you know about my mission? And did you say 121? 121 out of 123?
Doctor: While you were asleep, I ran your brain scans through a memory recreator, and thus could get the imprints of all the information in your brain. Once I had recreated the faces of all your assailants, I ran then through a facial skin pattern recognition software and matched it to 4 people belonging to same clan in Aslo. With all due modesty, I can say both memory recreator and facial skin pattern recognization software are two of my amazing inventions.
Regarding 121 bullets out of 123, yeah, 1 bullet actually just passed straight through your body making a big gaping hole. I filled that hole with my own discovery, a tissue simulating seaweed. Regarding the other one that was struck in your brain and too risky to take out, I have designed an electromagnetic sytems with a magnets spread all across this earth. So no matter wherever you go in this world, the magnet change their strength accordingly and your bullet remains at the same position in your brain. No need to worry!
JB: What are you doctor? Is all this real or am I being punke’d by that Kutcher guy?
Doctor: Oh! Its all real! It indeed is! But its perfectly natural for you to believe that a genius like me can’t exist. But I am real. Its just due to my eclectic tastes that I am a MD in more than a couple fields of medicine.
JB: Oh well! That’s great! But can you arrange for my return trip to my majesty’s service?
Doctor: Sure! Sure! I already arranged for it. You see, I don’t like company of outside world for too long. So I already built a car for you, so that, no offence meant, but you can leave as soon as you wake up.
The car is fitted with all modern day weaponry and besides has a self defense mechanism that starts digging a bunker and hide underground in case of holocaust. You see my eclectic tastes spill over to mechanical design, arms and ammunitions too.
JB: Wow! But don’t tell me that it can fly too!
Doctor: Of course it can! All flysters designed by me come fitted with a normal flying and space launch modes.
JB: Sir, you are truly a genius. Can I have a pair of tuxedos, so that I can leave.
Doctor: Oh! No! I have designed a special suit for you out of liquefied platinum mixed with a carbon nanotube coating underneath. It should evade any 123 shot occurrences later in your life.
JB: Wow! Wht are you, doctor? You are a medical doctor, you can make cars that fly, design bombs, make amazing suits of whatever amazing stuff that you mix up. How come you are still one of us?
Doctor: No No! Here you are mistaken! This is not real me! Its just a part of me in a body suit. The real me is right now 125 light years away, helping people at planet Qyusheeba, devising a plan for their survival from water rains that is corroding the unprotected skulls of those people.
JB: I know for sure now, either I had a blow on head or I am definitely being punke’d.
So this year too my name does not feature on the elite list!!!..:)….. Maybe next year!!..Well, not many years left for me now to break Lawrence Bragg’s record of being the youngest Nobel Laureate. (He won it at the age of 25 in year 1915). I have increased my efforts by working on the new topic of unification of microbiological economics of chemical reactions involving chaotic strings on surface of HIV virus. This work increases my chances of winning a Nobel in all the fields except Peace and Literature. For literature, I am planning to write my research paper on this topic as a play where all the work would be presented as a conversation between two researchers belonging to two different economic sections of society.
Peace…Hmmm…Well I can remain quiet for next two days to promote world peace!!!!
Anyways, hats off to all the laureates for their dedication and work towards helping the society. For more details on their work click here.
Oh!! and by the way as much as I wish to win the Nobel Prize, I also wish to win an Ig Nobel too. To read about this year’s Ig Nobel, check Koke’s blog on Frankly Ridiculous Science.
(PS: All the individual pictures of Nobel Prize 2007 winners have been taken from Nobelprize.org)