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Friday, 25 September 2009

the swinging bag and the leg

Earlier this week, I was walking home from a particularly late night in the office.

I carry my lunch box in a reusable fabric bag of some sort (unfortunately I cannot be more particular because it lacks labels and my ability to identify fabrics is in its infancy at the very least, if it even nascent).

It was an almost chilly night, the epitome of an Autumn night.i As such I had my hands in my pockets, with my right wrist through the baggage handles. Gravity being what it is,ii the bag lay against my leg.

It is a 20-25 minute walk from campus to my house. It gives a man time to think. Time to notice things. On this occasion, what I first noticed and then thought on was how the lunch box in the bag bounced and pendulummed about my swinging leg.

Starting from closeiii to the same point- I paused in my walk to confirm this- the bag had two distinct periodic motions.
  1. The centre of a long side of the box bag touched my advancing shin and the box-bag system was rotated clockwise and swung back to catch the shin as it was going back, so that it could be pushed out once more clockwise and repeat the motion.
  2. A point near the front end of a long side of the box touched my shin imparting more angular velocity clockwise than observed in 1, such that the bag swung greater than 90 degrees in the time it took for my swinging leg to repeat its cycle. The rear most narrow face of the box-bag system touched my shin and was pushed outwards again, continuing the pattern.
I found that for any set of mode 1 or 2, it repeated anywhere from 1-30 times before switching to the other motion. Every now and again, the very corner of the box would catch instead of either side.iv If that is included, then we have a scenario where three reasonably stable periods are possible. [I'll pause for those amongst my ones and ones of readers that has/have read books on Chaos theory, and are aware that period three means that any period is possible and the system can tend to unpredictable behaviour.]

I decided to see what happened when I walked faster. I kept to walked as a change in motion to trot, canter or gallop- heh! I can use the terminology, we all move the same [read section 2.2]- would have changed the basic dynamic of the system.

Of course the box-bag went nuts. For a finish, I had to unwind it.

I mused whether or not my mathematics was up to modelling the system, but the level of interplay between above the knee and below the ankle for locomotion distracted me.v

My wonder at the chaotic nature of a bag and my leg was shortlived.vi I recalled that technicians, scientists, engineers, farmers, and people across the world battle to make things predictable and regular- Buses, clocks, electricity supply, wireless data transmission, the pressure in a pocket filter [it took far too long to get sorted], our nap times, car engines, lunchtimes, meetings, women, crops and the stockmarket. Chaotic behaviour is the norm.

In the course of a stroll:
  • I marvelled at a scientific principle (from similar initial conditions can come manifold different results), like unto Gary Oldman's Rosencrantz
  • I suffered ennui for seeing the thing as trivial, akin Tim Roth's Rosencrantz.vii

Now. It is well passed my bed time, I was close to nodding off for a while, but I powered through the get these thoughts out to my devoted reader(s) (called Martians).

iUsually Ireland is too busy going from bad to worse to honour the seasons but as I always say: "Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."1

iiMuch like the world existed only in grayscale before the advent of colour photography, we bobbed blithely along minding our own business until a certain I. Newto- that is too obvious... Let's call him Isaac N. invented gravity so that he could steal apples from Farmer Maggot's field with Frodo and Samwise without getting twigs in his eyes or leaves in his hair.

iiiClose only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades

ivSimilar to, but far more likely than a coin landing on its edge instead of heads or tails.

vSome interesting links about walking: in a qualitative sense; why we walk and run as we do; Bishop et al talk of prowling Felis Catus; Usain Bolt's Froude Number has to be over 5; This guy really seems to know his stuff when it comes to 100m sprints

viawwwwww :'(

viiOr was it Guildenstern...2

1I hoped to link to a previous post where I said it for the first time, it seems I have not said it before. I am disappointed in my past self and am relieved for his and my sakes that there is an unfordable temporal gulf between us [shakes his fist in the direction of the past]

2I like to seem intelligent, well read and cultured, there's no telling who is watching; That is one thing Sir Digby Chicken Ceaser has taught me.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Some sons do have them

Here be Dragons*

Background (In which events are set into motion)

Some weeks ago friends visited from Estonia. Myself, Barry and Mike took them around a large portion of the Irish coast.** We stayed at my grandparents house in Waterford on the first night of our trip. Since the girls are quite the talented singers, I mentioned Jimmy would love to hear them sing. The girls were undecided. They claimed since they only really sing in their choir***, a duet wouldn't be up to scratch.

When mother-dearest heard these demurings, she immediately called to Jimmy that the girls were going to sing a song for him.

- That decided that.

So the song was sung and the song was recorded. Shortly thereafter my mother uploaded it to Facebook.

Maili, one of the Estonian girls, commented on the video how lovely Molly was in the video, wondering if she spelt the name correctly, which she had.

My brother noted how Molly had the most normal name among us [Máirtín, Eimhin, Cillian, Diorraing, Carthach being the others].

The Trialogue (through which said events move; our erstwhile hero suffers a defining slight)

Máirtín quiped: her uniqueness shines through her "normal" name, our name[s] try to drag us out mediocrity, at this rate I'll have to change my name to Joey-Joe Joe Shabadoo Cringing the ith (where i is a suitably large irrational number greater than pi)

Eimhin's rejoined: You're an unsuitably large irrational number greater than pi
QED

[...]

Deirdre 批评ed: when ye have your own children ye can call them what ye want we loved each of your names , which are special cos ye are so get over it.... molly called after a special molly too

[...]

Eimhin declared: My children will all be named Eimhin 1 2 and 3, or alternatively Fem-Eimhin 1 2 and 3

Mairtin returned: if the kids torment me, they'll get [some] of this mwa ha ha ha[!] http://www.fmylife.com/kids/3837360

Deirdre mystified: fmyl? cad é?

Dúirt Máirtín: féach air. Tá an dad ar amhas.

D'inis sí dom: chonaic me é ....táim ag gáire an slí go léir go dtí mo leaba....not

Cheap Máirtín: bhainfeadh Ollie taithneamh as táim ag ceapadh

Deirdre theorised: you have memories of him going into your cot when you wouldn't get out of our bed still don't you? more therapy required.......

Mairtin despaired or denied: more? I never got any...

Deirdre surmised: you've supressed it

[...]

Quoth the Mairtin: Eimhin "Wait did we just troll our own mother? We iz 1337! "

Deirdre expleted: f**king riddles again

Eimhin mocked: What a n00b!

Mother commanded: go to bed both of you turn out the lights and go to sleep...and don't forget to wash your teeth

Mother emphasised: i'm f**king serious boys

She scried: and don't twitter about me either eimhin i will get you boy. now go to bed or i'll bate ya with a hurley a swear

Mairtin asided: I may have to moderate this for the profanity... this is [a] children friendly area

[...]

Deirdre decried: the urban dictionary definition of trolling is 'being a prick on the internet just because you can' i would sooner be trolled than be a troller any day of the week...:-P

Mairtin yielded: pwned by my own mother

Epilogue
There it is. Not only does she have the gall to be active on Facebookv in the first place;**** but she knows Twitter***** and is able to use essential online services such as Urbandictionary. [And she gave us a woeful trouncing in hitherto youth dominant Internet******]

No where is safe.

I am reminded of the matrix, except it is not the operatives we should 'ware.

I am not long for this world, for when she sees this my dignity will be forfeit. Nonetheless, I have a duty to spread word of this threat:

The Eye was rimmed with fire, but was itself glazed, yellow as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.*******


*Pronounced mater ex savvius ex nova-media in the faux Latin
**Well Barry drove them 700-800km, around. I mainly sat, failed at taking photos, read when I could and accepted blame where appropriate.
***A choir that tours all over Europe :/
**** She is stealing my friends!
*****My supervisor does not know what Twitter is.
******My grandmother has a gmail account now... this forward thinking has not skipped a generation anywhere.
******* Tolkien, J. R. R. (1955), The Return of the King, The Lord of the Rings

Friday, 4 September 2009

Dun Laoghaire World Culture's Festival 2009 part 2

... and later on I did Lion vs Tiger with Kevin [I am the Lion :) ] full screen


Dun Laoghaire World Culture's Festival 2009 part 1

We were in a demo last weekend for the Dun Laoghaire World Culture's Festival, I did Louhan Sanzhan while Barry did something else [full screen]