What A Night!

Chez Turner was the proverbial Napping House Where No One Is Sleeping.

At 11:30, our weather radio sounded an alarm, slowly waking me (and Travis, unfortunately) from a deep slumber. I had bought it a few years ago after the tornado raced by our house, but I’m still not used to hearing it at night.

Severe weather was on the way, said the announcement. I looked at the radar to see a nasty squall line marching east towards us. Not being in a mood sleep at that point, I waited until the squall line passed by, which was mostly with a whimper as far as we were concerned. It was back to bed for me.

Around 2:15 the radio sounded again: another severe weather watch. How coould there could be anything left after that nasty-looking line earlier? I was in a daze so I simply silenced the alarm and returned to bed.

Near 4 AM the alarm sounded yet again. I don’t remember the message but I soon took it seriously as all hell began to break loose outside. Strong winds and rain pounded us for 20 minutes. Then, as suddenly as it had arrived it vanished. Calm once again reigned supreme.

That’s when the train decided to make its southerly run. At 4:15. Ouch. We don’t usually have late-night trains but the past two weeks or so have had plenty.

They say tornadoes sound like freight trains, and I might have been worried here. This train, though, had a horn that was all too apparent at 4 in the morning. We’ve trained the train drivers so well to honk at us that they always say hello when they pass by. Sometimes they forget what time it is, though, and their usually-friendly honking is not as welcome at such an early hour! The engineer gave a sharp honk right next to us before continuing down the track. After cringing at the horn (our neighbors must love us), I settled back to sleep.

There were not enough snoozes available this mornoing to make up for all the early-morning fun. I hope I can keep my eyes open today.

For those weather geeks out there, you can see the storm’s progresion nicely on my weather station’s barometric graphs.

Einstein Once Said …

Albert Einstein once said

“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.”

Einstein also had this to say:

“Computers, working together, may one day generate facts out of thin air.”

Amazing how one can prop up any myth or fact simply by attributing it to Einstein, isn’t it? This silly bee quote making the rounds is yet another example of this.

I call bullshit. Einstein knew a lot about the universe. He blazed trails in physics like few others. He rightfully earned his place in science with his theories of relativity and others.

But Einstein didn’t know boo about bees, and I’ve got a crisp twenty to anyone who can prove otherwise.

If one does a Google search on “einstein bees,” one gets 893,000 results as of today. There are some otherwise reputable publications that have spread this quote, like Der Speigel and The Telegraph (UK). None seem to have proper attribution for this quote, nor seriously questioned whether Einstein ever had anything to do with bees. Der Spiegel seems to have been the first to spout this nonsense, as far as I can tell. Even Snopes has tried to track this down and come up empty.

It’s true that things on the Internet sometimes take on a life of their own. In this case, however, the myth apparently first took hold in the so-called “mainstream media,” and from there was echoed both in print and online.

This same press likes to take swipes at Wikipedia and other self-described news sites when their facts aren’t properly checked. And it should. Fact-checking should be embraced by all. The press, simply by virtue of making news its business, is not immune to nor excused from fact-checking. If the Internet can amplify a falsehood at lightning speed, it simply accelerates a process that has always occured in the mainstream media. One outlet breaks a story and the rest play catch-up. Its like dogs who bark only because other dogs are barking. Eventually one should find out why the first dog barked. Just because you read it on the Internet doesn’t make it so and just because you read it in the New York Times (*cough* Judith Miller’s WMDs *cough*) doesn’t make it so.

The Internet is a truly amazing phenomenon, putting a staggering wealth of information at your fingertips, yet it does not, cannot, nor should not do your thinking. As far as I am aware thinking is not being considered as a new feature.

Nothing can take the place of one’s ability to think for oneself. It is still your responsiblity, gentle reader, to judge whether or not information is accurate, no matter the source.

Don’t be seduced by the buzz.

[Update 15 Apr] Welcome, fellow fact checkers! This post has risen to #3 on a Google search for “einstein bees.” I noticed a burst of traffic on this post and have discovered via BoingBoing that the Independent has also repeated the bogus Einstein quote. At this point I think the quote has taken on a life of its own and will probably never die.

I should also stress that I am by no means a scholar of Einstein. I’m just saying that if Einstein said it, I want to see the citation. So far no one has provided any citation.

I will attempt to contact a few biographers of Einstein to see what they have to say about this.

[Update 15 Apr, 5 PM ET:] I heard back from Einstein biographer Walter Isaacson. He’s never heard of this quote, either.

I’m An Official Blogger Now!

My Vistaprint business cards arrived in yesterday’s mail. Now I have official calling cards mentioning me and my blog. Vanity cards I suppose you could call them. Regardless, its nice to have a card to hand out to people I meet with my personal contact information. I’m wondering why I didn’t get these sooner.

Vistaprint claimed the cards would take 21 days to arrive but like any good company they underpromised and overproduced. I’m pleased with their service and will likely give them business in the future.

(For the record, my card does not list me as blogger, but as a writer, photographer, and explorer. I think that fits.)

The Street Musician Virtuoso

The ever-excellent O’Donnellweb found this story of an experiment conducted by the Washington Post. The Post wanted to see if commuters on the Metro would pay attention to a street musician playing in the station if the musician happened to be a virtuoso. The musician was the master violinist Joshua Bell, who has played in the finest venues in the world.

Included in this captivating story are video clips of Bell’s performance, as well as the reactions of the passersby. As for me, listening to him play sent chills through me. His music brims with emotion.

Guess what reaction he draws from commuters?

Local Events To Honor UNC Student Jason Ray

According to WRAL, there will be two local events to remember Jason Ray, the UNC student who portrayed UNC mascot Rameses who died after being hit by a car last month:

A celebration of the life of Jason Ray will be held Tuesday from 4:30 to 5:30 p.m. in the Carolina Club of the George Watts Hill Alumni Building.

Also, a concert in his honor will be performed at the Cat’s Cradle April 17th. The show will raise money for the Jason Ray Memorial Fund.

Girl

Beck
Girl

I saw her, yea I saw her
With her black tongue tied round the roses

A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she can hang from the sun
And put it out with her dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits on the sand
Where their bones are bleaching
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Photos From RTP 2.0

I’ve posted my pictures from the RTP 2.0 social I went to the other night. You can check ’em out here. (My RTP 2.0 pics are hereby placed under the Creative Commons Attribution-3.0 Unported license. In essence: go crazy with them, just let folks know I took ’em.)

The beer at Tyler’s was outstanding, though the eats turned out to be two bags of soggy potato chips. Regardless of my hunger, the sponsors made the right call in favoring the bar over chips. I can eat stout all night!

I was happy with the people there, too. I met a Massachusetts-transplant graphic artist looking to team up with a photographer, a local entrepreneur/angel investor sniffing out the Next Big Idea, and an old friend/former coworker-turned-entrepreneur whom I hadn’t seen in six years. My only real complaint is there just wasn’t enough time to talk to all the interesting people there!

Kudos to Fred, CED, Broadwick, and everyone else who made it happen.