Working in the Indian Medical Service in 1897, British physician Ronald Ross discovered a malarial parasite in the gastrointestinal tract of a mosquito, proving that these insects transmitted the disease. He sent a poem to his wife that’s now inscribed on a monument in Kolkata:
He won the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 1902, the first British Nobel laureate.
This is clever — a perpetual motion machine driven by magnets.
Unfortunately, such a machine simply doesn’t work — without an external energy supply, it quickly stops moving.
Why is the night sky dark? If the universe is static and infinitely old, with an infinite number of stars distributed homogeneously in an infinitely large space, then, whatever direction we look in the night sky, our line of sight should end at a star. The sky should be filled with light.
This puzzle is most often associated with the German astronomer Heinrich Wilhelm Olbers, but Edgar Allan Poe made a strikingly similar observation in his 1848 prose poem Eureka:
Were the succession of stars endless, then the background of the sky would present us a uniform luminosity, like that displayed by the Galaxy — since there could be absolutely no point, in all that background, at which would not exist a star.
Poe suggested that the universe isn’t infinitely old: “The only mode, therefore, in which, under such a state of affairs, we could comprehend the voids which our telescopes find in innumerable directions, would be by supposing the distance of the invisible background so immense that no ray from it has yet been able to reach us at all.” We now know that the sky is dark because the universe is expanding, which increases the wavelength of visible light until it appears dark to our eyes.
If an angle of one degree is viewed through a lens with 4x magnification, how big will the angle appear to be?
Tho’ my verse is exact,
Tho’ it flawlessly flows,
As a matter of fact
I would rather write prose.
While my harp is in tune,
And I sing like the birds,
I would really as soon
Write in straightaway words.
Tho’ my songs are as sweet
As Apollo e’er piped,
And my lines are as neat
As have ever been typed,
I would rather write prose —
I prefer it to rime;
It’s less hard to compose,
And it takes me less time.
“Well, if that be the case,”
You are moved to inquire,
“Why appropriate space
For extolling your lyre?”
I can only reply
That this form I elect
‘Cause it pleases the eye,
And I like the effect.
— Bert Leston Taylor
The distinctive smells of spearmint and of caraway seeds are produced by mirror images of the same molecule, carvone.
The fact that we can distinguish these smells shows that our olfactory receptors can sometimes discern the “handedness” of such molecules. But this isn’t the case with every set of “enantiomers.”
From Lee Sallows:
(Thanks, Lee!)
Francesco Segala (1535-1592) made his name as a sculptor in Padua, but he’s remembered as a father of the picture maze.
Make your way from the traveler’s cup to the exit at bottom center.
Mark two points on a line and label them 0 and 1, in that order. Now: In one move you can add or remove two neighboring points marked 0 0 or 1 1. Through a series of such moves, is it possible to arrive at a single pair of points labeled 1 0?
In 1931, 5-year-old Mel Brooks saw Frankenstein and refused open his window on a summer night. His mother talked to him:
Let’s say you are right. That Frankenstein wants to come here and kill you and eat you. But let’s look at all the trouble he’s going to have to get to Brooklyn. First of all, he lives in Transylvania. That’s somewhere in Romania. That’s in Europe. And that’s a long, long ways away. So even if he decides to come here, he has to get a bus or a train or hitchhike to somewhere he can get a boat to go to America. Believe me, nobody is going to pick him up. So let’s say he’s lucky enough to find a boat that would take him here. Okay, so he is here in New York City, but he really doesn’t know how the subways work. When he asks people they just run away! Finally, let’s say he figures out it’s not the IRT, it’s the BMT and he gets to Brooklyn. Then he’s got to figure out how to get to 365 South Third Street. Okay, it’s going to be a long walk. So let’s say he finally gets to Williamsburg and he finally finds our tenement. But remember, all the windows at 365 are going to be wide open and he’s had a long journey, so he must be very hungry. So if he has to kill and eat somebody, he probably would go through the first-floor window and eat all the Rothsteins who are living in apartment 1A. And once he’s full, there is no reason for him to go all the way up to the fifth floor and eat you.
“The story made good sense to me. ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘open the window. I’ll take a chance.'”
From his memoir, All About Me!, 2021.
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