A weasel attacks the Large Hadron Collider

I expect that sooner or later our exploration of Einstein’s Theories of Relativity will take in the work of the Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland. That has something to do with dark matter particles and how gravity is caused. 

I confess its work is a little nebulous to me on my current level of understanding (!) but I’m determined that we will get there when the time is right.

But the Collider has had some rather unexpected problems to cope with lately. It may have truly great aims on a galactic scale – but it’s still vulnerable to weasels chewing through the cables! Read how the Guardian reported the incident here.


The Man with the Beard is not deterred!

Just as I am starting my Relativity blog, suddenly doubt is cast on the Theory / Theories! Yesterday the Huffington Post published a super short article by George Musser entitled Why Space and Time Might Be An Illusion. It is well worth a read.

Einstein has been all over the news recently because of the anniversary of his work and because of the discovery a couple of months ago that the gravitational waves he predicted do actually exist. But in fact any scientific theory only lasts as long as it takes someone else to disprove or modify it. Whilst that’s not happened yet, there continues to exist a tension between Relativity, on the one hand, and quantum theory on the other. For reasons which this blog will hopefully lead me to discover (er.. let’s hope) physicists dispute that both theories can live the same world, or universe.

So it makes no sense for people to say that they are “supporters” of one theory over another. You have to go with an open mind to wherever the evidence takes you. Or in my case, with an empty mind …

The Man with the Beard is on the move

Yes indeed. He is on TransPennine Express to Carlisle. Or rather, he is terminating at Preston then getting a rail replacement bus to Carlisle. Which is delightfully lovely. 

This is because at Carnforth station (“grit in my eye”) there is a broken down maintenance train – of all things. Which is delightfully ironic.