Understanding Particle Physics

The Large Haldron Collider (CERN) is now operating.  The day of the first collision, Bob was wearing his CERN sweatshirt.  We have a relative by marriage who retired from CERN.  Dennis Overbye wrote on March 30 in the New York Times

The soundless blooming of proton explosions was accompanied by the hoots and applause of scientists crowded into control rooms at CERN, the European Organization for Nuclear Research, which built the collider. The relief spread to bleary-eyed gatherings of particle physicists around the world, who have collectively staked the future of their profession on the idea that the collider will eventually reveal new secrets of the universe.

Among their top goals are finding the identity of the dark matter that shapes the visible cosmos and the strange particle known as the Higgs boson, which is thought to imbue other particles with mass. Until now, these have been tantalizingly out of reach.

I was amused by this second article by Dennis Overbye in the New York Times last Sunday

For those whose physics knowledge was a bit rusty, the news about the Large Hadron Collider, the world’s biggest physics machine, might have been puzzling.

Yes, the collider finally crashed subatomic particles into one another last week, but why, exactly, is that important? Here is a primer on the collider – with just enough information, hopefully, to impress guests at your next cocktail party.

Let’s be basic. What does a particle physicist do?

Particle physicists have one trick that they do over and over again, which is to smash things together and watch what comes tumbling out.

Here is a particle physicist.

The collider, which is outside Geneva, is 17 miles around. Why is it so big?

Einstein taught us that energy and mass are equivalent. So, the more energy packed into a fireball, the more massive it becomes. The collider has to be big and powerful enough to pack tremendous amounts of energy into a proton.

Moreover, the faster the particles travel, the harder it is to bend their paths in a circle, so that they come back around and bang into each other. The collider is designed so that protons travel down the centers of powerful electromagnets that are the size of redwood trunks, which bend the particles’ paths into circles, creating a collision. Although the electromagnets are among the strongest ever built, they still can’t achieve a turning radius for the protons of less than 2.7 miles.

All in all, the bigger the accelerator, the bigger the crash, and the better chance of seeing what is on nature’s menu.

What are physicists hoping to see?

According to some theories, a whole list of items that haven’t been seen yet — with names like gluinos, photinos, squarks and winos — because we haven’t had enough energy to create a big enough collision.

Any one of these particles, if they exist, could constitute the clouds of dark matter, which, astronomers tell us, produce the gravity that holds galaxies and other cosmic structures together.

Another missing link of physics is a particle known as the Higgs boson, after Peter Higgs of the University of Edinburgh, which imbues other particles with mass by creating a cosmic molasses that sticks to them and bulks them up as they travel along, not unlike the way an entourage forms around a rock star when they walk into a club.

Will physicists see these gluinos, photinos, squarks and winos?

 

 There is no guarantee that any will be discovered, which is what makes science fun, as well as nerve-racking.

When protons collide, is there a big bang?

There is no sound. It’s not like a bomb exploding.

I’m excited by what we might discover, but I don’t think the pictures will be anything like what the Hubble telescope has sent back.

West Virginia: Mining and Basketball

I read this piece at lunch today and it brought tears to my eyes.  Denise Giardina’s Mourning in the Mountains was an op-ed in today’s New York Times. 

PEOPLE in West Virginia had hoped that on Monday night we would gather around televisions with family and friends to watch our beloved Mountaineers face Butler in our first chance at the men’s N.C.A.A. basketball title since 1959. Men working evening shifts in the coal mines would get to listen thanks to radio coverage piped in from the surface. Expectations ran high; even President Obama, surveying the Final Four, predicted West Virginia would win.

Then, on Tuesday morning, we would wake to triumphant headlines in sports pages across the country. At last, we would say, something good has happened to West Virginia. The whole nation would see us in a new light. And we would cry.

Instead, halfway through Saturday night’s semifinal against Duke, our star forward, Da’Sean Butler, tore a ligament in his knee, and the Mountaineers crumbled. And on Monday evening, while Duke and Butler played in what for us was now merely a game, West Virginians gathered around televisions to watch news of a coal mine disaster.

On Tuesday, the headline in The Charleston Gazette read instead: Miners Dead, Missing in Raleigh Explosion. And we cried.

Families and friends wait alongside emergency pers...

Families and friends wait alongside emergency personnel after a mine explosion occurred at the Upper Big Branch Mine, in Montcoal, W.Va., on Monday April 5, 2010. (AP Photo/Jon C. Hancock)
4:33 a.m. ET, 4/6/10

Like most people I haven’t spent a lot of time in West Virginia, but I have spent time in Southwest Virginia where Massey Energy also has mines.  It is beautiful countryside, scarred in places by strip mines.  I wonder what besides mining could drive the economy.  While I was working for the Department of Corrections in Virginia, we planned a prison for one of the mountain tops.  The jobs to be created were such a boon to the area, the community college started classes to train correctional officers before we even broke ground.  But prisons are not the answer.  What about eco-tourism?

Back to Giardina

Despite the sunny skies and unseasonably warm weather, the mood here in southern West Virginia is subdued. As of Tuesday afternoon, 25 men have been confirmed dead, two are critically injured, and four are missing and presumed dead. Their fellow West Virginians work round the clock and risk their own lives to retrieve the bodies.

Already outrage is focused on Massey Energy, owner of the Upper Big Branch mine. Massey has a history of negligence, and Upper Big Branch has often been cited in recent years for problems, including failure to properly vent methane gas, which officials say might have been the cause of Monday’s explosion.

It seems we can’t escape our heritage. I grew up in a coal camp in the southern part of the state. Every day my school bus drove past a sign posted by the local coal company keeping tally, like a basketball scoreboard, of “man hours” lost to accidents. From time to time classmates whose fathers had been killed or maimed would disappear, their families gone elsewhere to seek work.

We knew then, and know now, that we are a national sacrifice area. We mine coal despite the danger to miners, the damage to the environment and the monomaniacal control of an industry that keeps economic diversity from flourishing here. We do it because America says it needs the coal we provide.

West Virginians get little thanks in return. Our miners have historically received little protection, and our politicians remain subservient to Big Coal. Meanwhile, West Virginia is either ignored by the rest of the nation or is the butt of jokes about ignorant hillbillies.

Here in West Virginia we will forget our fleeting dream of basketball glory and get about the business of mourning. It is, after all, something we do very well. In the area around the Upper Big Branch, families of the dead will gather in churches and their neighbors will come to pray with them. They will go home, and the same neighbors will show up bearing platters of fried chicken and potato salad and cakes. The funeral homes will be jammed, the mourners in their best suits and ties and Sunday dresses.

And perhaps this time President Obama and Americans will pay attention, and notice West Virginia at last.

As I write this it is still too dangerous to send rescue teams down into the mines.   And there are no signs of life from the four miners who are still missing.

Sure signs of spring

The NCAA basketball tournaments are over.  We can only hope that UConn is not so dominent next year and someone else has a shot at the women’s championship.  I did have Duke in the men’s final which salvaged something although not as much as Reggie Love, President Obama’s assistant and former Duke player, who had Duke winning it all.

I planted my spring pots of pansies for the front steps, started some herbs and played with all the indoor plants  this weekend.  All signs of spring.

The Yankee’s opened at Fenway on Sunday night.  (I really dislike opening night.  One is supposed to skip school and work on opening day!)   The Sox took opening day, but lost last night.  Here is Wiley Miller’s take in Non Sequitur

There was the Easter Egg Roll at the White House where the President tried to help this poor bewildered child who was having trouble starting. 

White House Easter Egg Roll

It’s gonna be 80 today!