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martedì 30 dicembre 2014


(Part 1/2 is here)
(The Podcast)

in Eng?ish

"There's a storm, in a bottle of light. The light shouts something that nobody can hear, and cries, for a reason nobody can understand. And its cry becomes a wind, of sparkles. That nobody can feel. The sparkles devour their gods, and build up a fight, made of shivers, and of a river of foam. Then comes the waterfall's laugh, that cracks the bottle. And the storm breathes [by @p300p1]" and the alien-'he/she/it' whose name is Santa Bernard snorts wondering why a recipe for the space-eggnog had to be so damn cryptic before realizing that
happy new year_by sciencemug
Santa Bernard vs the eggnog (by sciencemug)

that was not a recipe for the space-eggnog [indeed it was the one for Gramash, a sort of... Oh forget it, it's too odd&alien to even try to render it into human terms. But it's tasty!] and that he/she/it needed to buy a new pair of lenses and/or to drastically reduce the amount of space-eggnog knocked back per time unit. And while Santa B ponders about all these things, here it comes the first kinda chirp [kinda] from the dozen little creatures, the 'jellies', which are waking up from their little starry nap.
Santa Bernard- Well, well, well, look who's back...
The jellies kinda yawn and stretch [kinda]
SB- So, my chubby little pumpkins of cosmology, are you ready to hear the rest of the story?
js- Uh uh.
SB- Good. Where were
we at? Ah yes, yes! Spacecraft-Kepler was checking 100,000 stars to find the perfect Xmas planet ball to put on the Cosmic Xmas Tree as its ultimate and most precious decoration. Right?
Jellies now are almost completely awake and one of them, Penelope, says- Yes Santa Bernard, and Kepler was using the winking/“transit method” to find the planets and it was living around its grandpa-Mr. Sol-The Sun, and away form its grandma-Earth and its mama-NASA and it had plenty of siblings and cousins that had already put a looot of Xmas planet balls and galactic lights and stuff on the Xmas Tree of the universe...
SB- Exactly right Penelope, very well!

-Thank you- kinda giggled Penelope [kinda]
SB- So Kepler grew older checking the sky, and it worked very hard on its quest. During the first five years of its life Kepler found hundreds of extra-grandpa-Sol planets and spotted thousands of possible ones [974 confirmed exoplanets and 4175 candidates] and it proudly called them the "Kepler Object of Interests (KOIs)". But Kepler felt that none of the KOIs was the one. None of them, in spite of their beauty and uniqueness, was special enough to be the ultimate decoration for the Cosmic Xmas Tree.
js- So what Kepler did, Santa B?
SB- Oh, it simply kept peeping, jellies. It kept peeping with its photometer till one star caught its attention. It was a very old star, about ten billion years [11+/-2] of nuclear reactions
that old star had seen and done. Its name was KOI-183, and it was more or less 2300 light years away from Kepler's grandma-Earth. Kepler liked KOI-183, 'cause it looked alot like grandpa-Sol. KOI-183 was indeed a G4 dwarf with an effective temperature, Te(eff), of about 5300 °C (the Sun's one was of about 5500 °C) and a mass about 0.85 times and a radius about 0.94 times the ones of Mr. grandpa-Sol.
So Kepler kept an eye on KOI-183 constantly, for four long years [13 May 2009 to 11 May 2013]
js- Oooooohhh!
SB- Yes my space-time monkeys, and it saw KOI-183's winking!
js- Yeeeeeahh...

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by sciencemug
[Kepler spacecraft's image is adapted from a Public Domain image by sciencemug (source:] 

SB- And by that winking Kepler learnt that KOI-183 had a candidate planet in orbit around it, the KOI-183b (aka KOI-183.01) wannabe planet.
But Kepler needed to be super sure about this one, because what it got on this candidate planet seemed to be really mesmerizing. So Kepler called for help.
-Who, Santa B, who did Kepler call?- the jellies yell all at once
SB- Well jellies, Kepler asked a favour to the "Nordic Optical
Telescope (NOT) of Roque de los Muchachos Observatory", one of the many eyes human beings had built for the otherwise blind grandmother-Earth.
js- Nor... Nordi...
SB- Let's call it MuchO-eye, ok?
Ooooook!- the jellies say in choir, but Penelope, who's still doubtful, asks- Santa Bernard, what did grandma-Earth's MuchO-eye do for Kepler?
SB- It used one of its parts, the FIbre-fed ´Echelle Spectrograph (FIES) to watch KOI-183.
Pe- Spectralgraph?
SB- Spectrograph, Penelope. It's a tool, a tool which analyzes the light coming from an object by separating it into its component frequencies.
So, thanks to its FIES-spectrograph,
MuchO-eye could study for months [June-September 2013] the winking light coming from KOI-183. And you know what?
js- Whaaaaaat?
SB- MuchO confirmed that KOI-183b was indeed a real planet.
js- Yipppeeeeeeee!
SB- And when Kepler and MuchO-eye put together what they learnt about KOI-183b, well, they confirmed the scope of its marvel. KOI-183b was a coreless planet, like one of the gas giants, Jupiter, existing in grandpa-Mr. Sol's garden, the Solar System. KOI-183b had a mass of about 0.6 times that of Jupiter, a radious slightly bigger (about 1.2 times the one of Jupiter) and its density was about a half of Jupiter's.
But do you want to know what really was the astonishing, breathtaking issue about KOI-183b, the characteristic that made it so so precious to Kepler's eyes and made it the chosen one to be the ultimate Xmas planet ball for the CXT?
js- Yeeeeeeeees!
SB- Well, KOI-183b had an albedo of 0.035 [+/- 0.014] a ridiculously low albedo, an albedo that was one of the lowest ever found for a gas giant!
js- Hurraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! 
SB- And this, my dear fluffy theories of mbranes and strings, it's the story of how spacecraft Kepler found KOI-183b, the 'Ridiculously Low Albedo Ball', the most sacred, precious, the ultimate decoration-planet for our Cosmic Xmas Tree! 

KOI-183b snapshot_by sciencemug
KOI-183b snapshot (by sciencemug)

The jellies start kinda jumping [kinda] around all excited and joyful clapping their kinda hands [kinda], all of them but one, Solomon, who looks terribly sad instead.
SB- What is it Solomon, why are you so upset?
So- Because Kepler is still out there in the space, alone, and now that it has found what it was looking for it will feel purposeless [yep, space alien kids know words, big ones, ones that Earth-bound smartphoned kids can barely google for] and lonely and lost...
SB- Oh no no, Solomon, no. It's true that Kepler faced harsh times after the events I told you*, in fact it broke one of its most important pieces and therefore couldn't stare at its beloved Cygnus-Lyra piece of sky anymore...
-See, I was right, it is in pain!- Solomon stammers with its eye full of tears [yeah, tears are something humans and aliens, and blogs too, have in common. Those and armits (and therefore the need for effective deodorants).]
SB- It has been, yes
Solomon, for a while. But now it's fine, I promise you.
Solomon kinda sniffs [kinda] and stops crying while the other jellies stop jumping and dancing to listen too
SB- Mom-NASA fixed it, and now Kepler is very happy, on its brand new mission, K2, looking for wonders and- Santa Bernard ends in a whisper looking the jellies with their little pretty serene kinda snouts [kinda] attentively pointed toward him/her/it- as mama-NASA diary says- "enabling observations of scientifically important objects across a wide range of galactic latitudes in both the northern and southern skies [of grandma Earth]..."


*"The Ridiculously Low Albedo Ball Cosmic Xmas Tree Story" told by Santa Bernard is inspired by the "KOI-183b: a half-Jupiter mass planet transiting a very old solar-like star" account of adventure written by nineteen human beings (the first of whom was called Davide Gandolfini) in a book of tales of human epic entitled ""

sabato 27 dicembre 2014


Happy b-day Kepler!_by sciencemug
Happy b-day Kepler! (by sciencemug)
[Johannes Kepler's portrait is adapted from a Public Domain image by sciencemug (source:]
[Kepler spacecraft's image is adapted from a Public Domain image by sciencemug (source:]

Johannes Kepler, the first astrophysicist aaand the guy the main character of "A Cosmic Xmas Tale" is named after.
Happy birthday JK!

giovedì 25 dicembre 2014


(Part 2/2 is here)
(The podcast)

in Eng?ish

Stardate 4223.13: the sky's pitch black, the universe is even more ancient, the sidereal cold's famished. A shy glow on a bare thirsty spot of land tries to fight darkness. It's helped by its allies, the strange sounds coming from a dozen creatures. There's a bigger one, name's Santa Bernard, emitting lower notes. In front of him/her/it, the rest of 'em, kinda cooing [kinda], crouched down in a semicircle.
Santa Bernard and the jellies_by sciencemug
Santa Bernard and the jellies (by sciencemug)

Santa Bernard- Well jellies [pet name for alien 'kids' which are the human equivalent of a mix of a mutant squid, a bag of dirty socks and a fatter version of a crimson Shrek seriously addicted to napalm] this is the story of how the Cosmic Xmas Tree was finally decorated with its most precious ornament, the 'Ridiculously Low Albedo Ball'.
The jellies kinda
make [kinda] a loud- Oooohhh... - and then- Santa Bernard?
SB- Yes?
js- What does albedo mean?
SB- Well, little bunch of atoms and quantum stuff, when light hits a celestial body, be it a planet, a comet or an
Emily Ratajkowski, a fraction of that light's reflected by that body. The albedo is the ratio of the reflected light to the hitting (incident) light. The lower the albedo, the darker the celestial body. Gotcha?
js- YEEEES!-
SB- Good. Now...
One of the jellies, Bob, rises one of its... extremities[?] and- Santa Bernard...
SB- Yes Bob?
Bo- What's an
Emily Ratajkowski?
SB- It's both a hot celestial body of a distant galaxy and a universal measure unit for a 1 to 14 aH (Astral Hottness) scale, where 1ER means a
Sacha Baron Cohen in a tiny tiny micro-bikini (and before you ask, the answer is: a nasty nasty thing) and 14ERs mean, well, Emily Ratajkowski. Ok? Can I start telling the story now?
Jellies kinda nod [kinda]

SB- Good, listen up then. Once upon a time, in a planet far far away, a baby spacecraft was born from its mama-NASA. The baby probe name was Kepler and Kepler at its birth weighed 1052.4 kilograms [yup, aliens are smart, hence they use the SI] and was about 2.7 meters in diameter and 4.7 meters high. Besides, thanks to its 10.2 square meters wide panels, Kepler could feed on what its grandad (the star of that system, Mr. Sol AKA the Sun) was giving it: a slice of the electromagnetic radiation cake.
Kepler was a solitary kid-probe, indeed it left [March 6, 2009] grandma planet-Earth (with its mama-NASA's blessing) at its birth, and went to live around Mr. grandpa Sol. I mean, literally around the Sun: Kepler was loitering in a Sol-centered orbit and its year was 371 days long.
One of the jellies kinda squeal
[kinda]- Santa Bernard, wasn't Kelper scared to be all alone?
- Kepler Charlotte, its name was Kepler - Santa Bernard answers the question with what can be considered an alien grin (or the manifestation of a slight stroke in association with a violent rash caused by an almost lethal exposition to a gamma ray burst and/or a "Lord of the Ring" marathon) on what can be considered an alien face (or a battlefield where nightmares of endless generations of seriously deranged werewolves fought a raging war against cholesterol and silver bullets budding from a parallel universe where they were garlic coated square donuts) - and no dear, our little spacecraft wasn't scared to be all alone out in the space, on the contrary, it was very happy like that. And I'll tell you why.

Since ever, Xmas had been the happiest part of the years for Kepler, of its own and of its grandma-Earth's. Therefore Kepler's deeper and most secret desire had always been to find the ultimate piece of ornament for the Cosmic Xmas Tree, the ultimate space Xmas ball. And Kepler needed to be alone, in a quiet place, to better concentrate for its mission. Because this mission was a very very, very difficult one, since our kid-probe had to face the competition of the other members of its extended family of human made space objects. 

kepler and grandpa sun_by sciencemug
Kepler and grandpa by sciencemug

And they were so many. And so good at their jobs...
There was his big brother, for a start, the beloved Hubble telescope (or was it a cousin, Kepler wasn't quite sure since Hubble had gotten space-DNA straight from both mama-NASA and aunt-ESA) which had collected the stunning lights for the CXT in the shapes of nebulae and galaxies since nineteen years before Kepler's birth. His bro Cassini-Huygens (or cousin, again, Kepler didn't know for sure since C-H got spacecraft-genes straight from mama-NASA, aunt-ESA and aunt-ASI) had spent ten years providing wonderful silvery rings and Saturn and Saturn's moons balls to the CXT. The dead sibling Galileo, may it rest in peace, had passed away six years before Kepler's birth, but only after a fourteen years long life during which it had decorated the CXT with amazing Jupiter reddish-orange balls and even provided fireworks made out of a comet crash onto the giant planet-ball. And, then, the other brother, spacecraft Messenger, that for more than a decade had been an authentic maker of Mercury balls. Another young sibling, Curiosity, in just two years had dug all the martian stylish red dust that was usually spread on the CXT to embellish it. Not to mention the heroic cousin, Rosetta (aunt-ESA's most famous daughter) and its son Philae: after a ten years trip and a three years hibernation/coma, they had just catched the SHOOTING STAR* to put on top of the Cosmic Xmas Tree!
Ah, definitely, so many of them. And so so good at their jobs. And just think, these ones were only a fraction of Kepler's family.
Jellies look saddened- Poor Kepler, it's not going to make it, it won't find the perfect ornamental ball for the Xmas tree of the universe before the others- they kinda whine [kinda] all together
SB- Well, my sweet collection of nuclear forces and probabilities, Kepler thought otherwise. It was a very driven kid-spacecraft and it knew it would have found the perfect space Xmas ball if it had kept following its machine-soul, its programming, and looking for exoplanets...
js- Whaaaat?
SB- Planets outside Kepler's grandpa's garden, the Solar System. Kepler searched for these extrasolar planets peeping
the Cygnus-Lyra region, a piece of Kepler's grandma-Earth's northern sky stuffed with stars and therefore potential planets. And therefore potential perfect CXT's balls. Kepler couldn't help but staring at that spot of the universe, observing 100,000 stars at the same time, stars that were from few to thousands of light years far away. It did it constantly, restlessly, stubbornly, since its birth. And Kepler chose to live in a specific solitary orbit around Mr. Sol not only to easily concentrate, but also because it had so gained a clean view of its adored chunk of cosmos. In that orbit, in fact, nothing (neither Mr. Sol, nor grandmother Earth or great aunt Moon) could hinder Kepler observation. Not even for a microsecond.
Jellies cheer up a bit now and get closer to Santa B. But one of them, Solomon, is a bit hesitant, and SB notices it
SB- What's up buddy?- asks with a whistle-like sound
So- I don't get it, Santa B. You said Kepler was looking for planets, but you also said that it was observing stars... How could it find planets by staring at the stars?
SB- Aaah, this is a very good question pal. Excellent! - Solomon kinda blush [kinda] - I'll let you hear the answer directly from a page of mother-NASA's diary: "[Kepler] simultaneously measures the variations in the brightness of more than 100,000 stars every 30 minutes, searching for the tiny "winks" in light output that happen when a planet passes in front of its star."
Before you ask, Solomon and jellies, Kepler could perceive and quantify those tiny winks thanks to its only inner organ-instrument, the photometer (or light meter). But let's go back to mom-NASA's diary: "The effect [of the winks] lasts from about an hour to about half a day, depending on the planet’s orbit and the type of star [...]  [and Kepler is born] to detect these [winks, these] changes in the brightness of a star when a planet crosses in front of it, or “transits the star.” This is called the “transit method” of finding planets".
Got it? 

SB- Good, little loaves of hadrons. Now it's nap time.
js- Noooooooo, we want to hear the rest of the story
, please Santa Bernard!

SB- Shush shush. Time to rest...

Merry Xmas from Santa Bernard and sciencemug
Merry Xmas from Santa Bernard and sciencemug
*Comet 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko

martedì 30 settembre 2014


Happy birthday Hans! (by sciencemug)
[Hans Geiger's picture is adapted from a Public Domain image by sciencemug (source:]

Hans Geiger [pdf is here] is the "ilovephysics" guy who, in 1908, invents the first detector for ionizing radiation (you know the bastard right, it's the kinda radiation which shatters your chemical bonds giving you funny presents like cancer etc). Geiger's detector '1908 edition' is a counter for the alpha particles, namely just one of the existing forms of ionizing radiation. Hans dude makes it with future Nobel prize winner "ilovephysicsevenmore" Ernest Rutherford.
Later, in 1925, HG does it again (oops!) and, in collaboration with "ilovephysicstoobutdamniwon'tgetoneofthosefancysvedishprizesnono" Walter Muller, he perfects his device so that now it can sniff also beta particles and gamma rays (ie the other two, along with alpha particles, of the three most common types of ionizing skunks). 
The XXth century world now has its "Geiger-Muller counter", a tool that is basically identical to the one the XXIth century world's still using.

Happy birthday, HG!

martedì 19 agosto 2014


(in Eng?ish)

The interview opens with a swarm of emaciated bees chasing PiPs in a web post-apocalyptic (and a bit 'eucalyptic' too, you know, just because of some munching koalas that have been put here and there to add an 'ooooooh -big dreamy anime like eyes- so cute' touch to downplay the whole horror zombie thing) scenario which is a mix of '28 days later', 'Mary Poppins' and 'Animal house' (shush, shush, don't ask, PiPs' reality is a very very, very peculiar place).

zombees chasing PiPs_by sciencemug
by sciencemug
PiPs- Those damn zombie bees! Now I bet we'll have also to face the zombie flowers, and the zombie honey, and then the zombie honey-moons the zombie moons the zombie Apollo 13s and eventually the zombie Kevin Bacons! Ghaaaahhhhh, a Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon zombie world... Ghaaaahhhhh... Bloody dead flying things! We're so, so doomed... Ghaaaahhhhh! 
Bee of the swarm1- Bzzrains, bzzraaains, bzzraaaa... Hey, wait a min, if we’re looking for brains, why the hell are we chasing a brainless post of an idiotic blog? 
Bos2- Dude, if there were any logic in this mess you think we'd be screaming 'brains' instead of 'pollen' in the first place? 
Bos3- We can scream?

PiPs_by sciencemug
        PiPs_by SM        
PiPs keeps running around the internet till it sees a girl at the url of San Francisco State University

P- Hey! Hey, you, what are you doing there, take shelter, they're coming! Hey, I'm talking to you, who are you?

Miss Erika Bueno's portrait_by sciencemug
E.Bueno by SM
Researcher- My name is Erika Bueno and I’m a graduate student at San Francisco State University. My research focuses on solving the mystery of zombie bees [aka ZomBees]. I would like to figure out why infected honey bees behave so strangely when parasitized by a particular kind of fly! My main goal is to study the brains of ZomBees to understand what is causing them to behave strangely!

PiPs_by sciencemugP- This is great! So you study the zombie bees (or 'ZomBees' as you call 'em), this means you certainly have the answers to my questions: what happens to these bees? What 'zombieizes' them? How? What are you doing to understand the 'how' part in detail? Why Battlestar Galactica ended in that crappy way? Do this last question make it clear to you that I don't know what I'm saying the 103% of the times?

Miss Erika Bueno's portrait_by sciencemugEB- A tiny parasitic fly called the ‘zombie fly’ (scientific name: Apocephalus borealis) [PicA] turns bees into ZomBees! Female zombie flies use a needle-like organ, the ovipositor, [PicB] to inject their eggs inside the bees bodies [PicC]. The eggs then hatch and eat honey bees guts! Parasitized honey bees, the ZomBees, behave then very strangely at night. They fly out of their hive, land underneath lights and become disoriented before dying shortly after.
Pic A, B, C
PIC A; PIC B; PIC C [CC pics; adapted by sciencemug (source:] (!)

Their zombie like behavior has led me to ask “what is causing this behavior?” And “are zombie flies controlling this behavior?” I’m answering these questions

mercoledì 13 agosto 2014


Happy b-day Anders Jonas Ångström (by sciencemug)
Happy b-day Anders Jonas Ångström (by sciencemug)
[A.J. Ångström's picture is adapted from a Public Domain image by sciencemug (source:]
AJ, the 10-10 metre guy...
(Wanna know something 'bout AJ's creature, miss spectroscopy? Go here

sabato 19 luglio 2014


Dr. Crawford Long
Hi, I'm the main character of the post
Il post parte 2 (la parte 1 è qui) si apre con sciencemug che arriva sorridente davanti a un PiPs che è stato tutto il giorno su un sito turistico della Papuasia a prendere sole virtuale e soffre perciò di un devastante colpo di calore elettronico

 (Summary in Eng?ish at the end of the post)

sciencemug- Allora, PiPs, ti ricordi dove eravamo arrivati con la storia del dottor Crawford Long?
PiPs- Storia? Interroghi in storia? Ma avevi detto che oggi avresti spiegato economia domestica dei dodo! E chi è il dottor Lungo? Dove sono? Chi mi ha rubato la paperella scamosciata? Qual è il senso della vita? Due uova bastano a fare una frittata? E soprattutto... eh?
SM- Taci che ho passato gli ultimi giorni su URL Zen... Il dottor Crawford Long, caro PiPs signore degli ebeti sferici, è un medico di campagna statunitense. Nella metà del XIX secolo è il primo a usare l'etere come anestetico. Dr L. sperimenta con successo il composto durante alcuni interventi fatti su suoi pazienti informati e consenzienti.
P- Aaah, sì, sì, adesso mi ricordo. Certo, certo, il protossido d'azoto, l'etere, gli interventi. E mi ricordo anche la domanda che ti avevo fatto alla fine della parte 1: "perché l'articolo che stiamo raccontando è pubblicato solo nel 1849 visto che gli esperimenti del buon Doc. L. hanno successo nel 1842?". E tu avevi inziato a rispondermi con
SM- "Perché le cose vanno così..."
P- Esatto. Quindi? Così come?
SM- Così che il dottor Long non è un ciarlatano, è un uomo di scienza e quindi ha bisogno di tempo per fare altri intrerventi con pazienti sotto l'influenza dell'etere.
P- Ma perché, visto che i primi sono riusciti alla perfezione?
by sciencemug
by sciencemug (Dr. Long's pic adapted from a Public Domain Img (source: Wikimedia Commons)]

SM- Perché Long vuole verificare che l'assenza di dolore durante gli interventi sia effettivamente dovuta all'uso dell'etere e alle sue proprietà di anestetico e non sia invece, per dirla con le sue stesse parole, "effect of the imagination" (Long, 1849) o dovuto a "any peculiar insusceptibility to pain in the persons experimented on" (Long, 1849).
P- Uh, davvero scrupoloso il nostro medico di campagna Crawford. Quindi cosa fa?
SM- Fa altre operazioni. In particolare due nell'estate del 1843 e due nel 1845.
P- Nel 1843 chi taglia?
SM- Una donna, Mary Vinson, che ha tre cisti da asportare. Doc. L. la opera due volte nello stesso giorno. Una volta con l'uso dell'etere e una volta senza.
P- E la paziente naturalmente strilla 'aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhiiiii!' solo quando 'bisturizzata' senza aver respirato l'etere.
SM- Esatto. E lo stesso succede nel 1845 con un ragazzo di nome Isam, uno schiavo a cui il nostro chirurgico Crawford amputa due dita malate. Anche in questo caso Doc. L. fa due interventi e il ragazzo prova dolore solo durante quello in cui non ha sniffato l'etere.
P- Insomma il Dottor Crawford Long prova che l'etere è un efficace anestetico. E poi?

domenica 29 giugno 2014


by sciencemug

Doctor Who's Tardis taking off sound effects are shared by TARDIS SFX.
The background score is theme number 4 from this collection of public domain music files.
The metallic impact effects are created by Speedenza
and they are under a Creative Commons BY-NC (Attribution Noncommercial) 3.0 license.

domenica 1 giugno 2014


Voyager1 busts Jupiter (by sciencemug)
Busting Jupiter (by sciencemug... and Voyager1)
[The picture of Jupiter is adapted from a Public Domain image by sciencemug (source:]

So things went like this: Voyager1 NASA space probe blurts out what it's just seen; as a consequence, on this very day (June, 1st) in 1979, this paper comes out on Science exposing Jupiter for what it really is, a polygamous cheater wearing a ring system (like Saturn, Uranus and Neptune); a hurt lady Earth starts flirting with Mars* (which has no ring(s))...

*Indeed lady 'easy' Earth had already started hitting on Mars in 1964, stalking it with space probe Mariner4

domenica 30 marzo 2014


Dr. Crawford Long's picture
Dr. Crawford Long
Il 30 marzo del 1842 il dottor Crawford Long diventa il primo a usare l'etere come anestetico in un intervento chirurgico. Il medico, uno statunitense, descrive cinque delle operazioni in cui ha impiegato il composto per non far sentire dolore ai malati. Il Dr. Long mostra le testimonianze scritte di persone che ha operato e prova così il suo primato nell'uso dell'etere in chirurgia e l'efficacia del composto come anestetico. Il resoconto del dottore è pubblicato nel numero del dicembre 1849 del "Southern Medical and Surgical Journal". 

("Dr. Long Who?" PT2 è qui)

 (Summary in Eng?ish at the end of the post)

Il post si apre con un suono imprecisato, un misto tra un latrato di un cane asmatico che sta fumando il sigaro più grande del mondo mentre canta il pezzo più sguaiato mai scritto dagli Snipknot e lo squittio di un roditore qualsiasi affetto dal più clamoroso caso di adenoidi giganti mai riscontrate in un mammifero dai tempi dell'estinzione dei dinosauri.

sciencemug- Pip... ahahahahahahaha... Pi... ahahaehehehahahaihahaheeeeehahaha... Pips... ahaheh... PiiiiiiiPs! Aahahahhhahahahaheheheheheeeeeeheheh... Maledetto idiota... Ahahaehehehahahaihahaheeeeehahahaeeeeeeeeeeeehhh - colpo di tosse - ti avevo detto di aprire la pagina di Wikipedia sugli aspiratori industriali prima di aprire quelle sull'etere e il protossido di azoto... Ehehehehehehahahahahhahahahaaaahahhahaha... 
PiPs- Uhuhuhihihihihihihihuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhehehehehahahahahah... Scusa boss... Ehehehehehehehehehe... Ma... Eheheheheahahahah... La pagina di Wikipedia sugli... Ahahah... Aspiratori... Ihihihihih... Non c'è... Eheheheheheheheheheheheheh... C'è solo quella sui ventilatori... uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhahahhahah... 
SM- E allora... Ahhahahahahahahahahah... Apri quella... Eheheheheeeeehahhaha... Razza di versione virtuale e parodistica... Eheheheahaha... Del vaso di una Pandora che è caduta da piccola da un seggiolone molto alto... Eheheheahahaaaaaheheheeheheh... 
PiPs apre la pagina e dopo qualche momento il latrato-misto-rantolodicanide-misto-rattopreestinzionedimassa si affievolisce per poi finire con due pesanti sbuffi e molti colpi di tosse. 
SM- PiPs se fossi vivo e oltre alle ascelle e il pollice opponibile avessi un collo ti strozzerei fino alla morte!
P- Scusa boss... 
SM tossice ancora 
P- Boss? 
SM- Che c'è?!
P- Cos'è il collo?
SM- Ah santa Wiki, quanta quanta pazienza... Nei primi anni '40 del 1800 il Dottor Crawford Long è un medico di campagna che vive e lavora a Jefferson, un paesino in Georgia, nel sud di quegli Stati Uniti in cui la schiavitù è ancora legale e che di lì a qualche lustro soffriranno i disastri della Guerra di Secessione. 
P- Tra il dicembre del 1841 e il gennaio del 1842, i giovini di Jefferson si divertono sniffando C&C, un potente miscuglio di colla e cocaina tagliata con zampone e lenticchie... 
M- PiPs ma che dici? Lo sanno tutti che la cocaina si taglia col musetto... E comunque i giovini della Georgia non sniffano colla e cocca, ma inalano protossido di azoto, il famoso gas esilerante. 
P- E così i giovini vanno di notte dal loro pusher per avere il gas. 
SM- E così i givini vanno di notte dal loro medico, per avere il gas. Ma Doc. Long risponde loro di non possedere gli strumenti per preparare e conservare il gas... 
P- E quindi succede che i giovini in crisi d'astinenza da risate per vendetta lo assalgono e lo torturano facendogli sentire pezzi dello Skrillex dell'epoca per sei giorni e

sabato 15 febbraio 2014

mercoledì 12 febbraio 2014


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 by Scott Joplin: The Entertainer Rag 


If you're asking yourself who (almost) scooped Charles 'The Lord of Biology' Darwin and therefore forced him to finally complete his "On the Origin of Species by means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life", well, go here.

giovedì 30 gennaio 2014


Happy birthday Dr. Engelbart (by sciencemug)
Happy birthday Dr. Engelbart_by sciencemug
Douglas Carl Engelbart: the Dr. dude who, in 1970, patented the 'X-Y position indicator for a display system' AKA the mouse.

mercoledì 8 gennaio 2014


Happy b-day Alfred Russel Wallace! (by sciencemug)
Happy b-day Alfred Russel Wallace! (by sciencemug)

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A.R. Wallace, the dude who almost scooped Darwin...