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Experiment In Progress: Neutrinos They Are Very Small
Art Gallery of Sudbury
March 5, 10:00 to 5:00
Rebecca Diederichs
Gordon Hicks
Sally McKay
Curated by: Corinna Ghaznavi
Curator and Artists are present from 12:30 to 3:30 for demonstrations and discussion
3 artists and a curator visited the Sudbury Neutrino Observatory. Taking the idea of neutrinos as a starting point, they began to consider the conceptual and practical approaches of art and science to construct worlds and make the imagined tangible.
The artists are available throughout the exhibition to discuss their resulting experiments and works in progress.
March 5 is a precursor to the resulting exhibition scheduled for next fall at the AGS.
“Neutrinos they are very small
They have no charge and have no mass
And do not interact at all.”
Excerpt from "Neutrinos They Are Very Small"
by John Updike
Excerpt from Wired:
[Quadriplegic Matthew] Nagle turned the TV on and off and switched channels (trapped in his hospital room, he's become a daytime-TV addict). Then he opened and read the messages in his dummy email program. "Now I'm at the point where I can bring the cursor just about anywhere," he said. "I can make it hover off to the side, not doing anything. When I first realized I could control it I said, 'Holy shit! I like this.'"
What are you thinking about when you move the cursor? I asked.
"For a while I was thinking about moving the mouse with my hand," Nagle replied. "Now, I just imagine moving the cursor from place to place." In other words, Nagle's brain has assimilated the system. The cursor is as much a part of his self as his arms and legs were.
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At a conference in 2002, Anthony Tether, the director of Darpa, envisioned the military outcome of BCI research. "Imagine 25 years from now where old guys like me put on a pair of glasses or a helmet and open our eyes," Tether said. "Somewhere there will be a robot that will open its eyes, and we will be able to see what the robot sees. We will be able to remotely look down on a cave and think to ourselves, 'Let's go down there and kick some butt.' And the robots will respond, controlled by our thoughts. Imagine a warrior with the intellect of a human and the immortality of a machine."
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| From Thinkquest: "Now we can explain what the electron cloud is. It is the probability distribution of finding an electron around a nucleus. In places where the cloud thickens the probability of finding an electron grows. We can imagine "glancing" at an atom every second to find where we can see an electron. It will show that in most cases we see an electron in the place where the Schroedinger function defines the probability of finding it as high. Very rarely we would see an electron in the places where the probability is small, and never in places where there is nil probability calculated with Y2 function (That is for example inside the nucleus.). Yet let's take a piece of paper with the nucleus marked on it and mark with a point each electron we have noticed. After a while we will get a picture of an electron cloud." | ||
Thanks to Goodreads for posting Kevin Temple's recent Globe and Mail article on the Canada Council's proposed changes. It's a good summary of the situation.
I just won (!)first(!) prize in a colouring contest and....I am very freakin' proud of it! Eventhough I cheated. The event was A Night of Colouring for Non-Children, organised by Lise Brin. The evening was really great...sitting around beers and shooting the shit while deeply focussed on colouring-in fine, captivating drawings by artists such as: Chloe Bell, Rose Bianchini, Meredith Dault, Anthea Foyer, Brenda Goldstein, Jason Van Horne, Miranda Iossifidis, Rosemary Mosco, April Penny, Nathan Saliwonchyk, Marnie Thorp, Carol Tripp, Daryl Vocat, Julie Voyce, and Holly White.
The way I cheated was by drawing as well as colouring...which is just so terribly wrong, since drawing has it's own fun local event. Also, a nearby table of colour-ers agreed that I had cheated and even said so loudly (yet non-confrontationally, for which I thank them, as I am aware that they were already justifiably mad cause when they wanted to borrow our table's brown crayon we made them give us a silver as trade. And then we wanted our brown back cause silver is really kind of useless, especially if you already have grey, or "gray" as it is called by Crayola).
So...yeah...I am more competitive than I thought. And I have been more competitive than I thought since grade school. As we accumulatively decorated the back room of the Cameron House with crayoned pages hung from clothesline, I was transported to grade 3 art class, when the teacher would put everyone's manilla-paper offering up around the room and I would secretly scowl at the much better job other people did than I at both making an impact, and poignant nuance, in our efforts with stubby broken classroom crayons. Arg!
Anyhow, here's what I won: 16 stars (votes), a beautiful hand-drawn-and-coloured red ribbon, a smattering of applause, a chocolate bunny, and some interesting Fimo-like stuff that makes erasers. I am going to bed a proud and happy woman. Many thanks to Nanmac for letting me in on the action.
NB: Brett Lamb, who was sitting next to us, has posted some notes and pictures. And yes, we did steal his crayons. It was that kind of night.