A Quantum Miscellany

Drop by drop the faucet fills

the stainless empty pail

counting all the seconds with

an attosecond accuracy

Tearing all the electrons out

to leave behind an empty shell

charged high at the core

feeding the plasma in his veins

Each bag of livingness

calls him on his cell

a mitochondrial mouth

ever hungry in the nest

The flickering dipole

drives the van through Walls

binding tight and light

through long potentials all

Dense as a static cloud

he catches moments

in the field of magnets

conducting superlatives at tea

And the see moss circuits

tick and whirr to abacus

the particles in a beam

where cars collide at G,e,V

Each sparkle packet

is superimposed on fate

and collapses fungible

upon a special string of dates

The men brains over his eyes

see back before absurd

when was even time

and the Word was ever heard

 –

Before in principio erat

when the silence stirred

and the gravitas

became so very bang intense

Things were more simple then

with no need for learning Zen

then came things Q.E.D.

making puzzles, for you and me

And now worlds move as fast as C

in houses that are made of planks

these days there are no constant sights

when all lead lives that are, so tight

Life lived in simulations fine

made real in Monte Carlo time

where all drive Vectras to and fro

uncertain where their life will go

Ab initio is still the start

equating exact, each manmade part

I wonder when it was

that humans lost their, open heart?

IPO and Incoming

During the night I had a dream in which I was being attacked. I defended myself with a left jab. In reality the left jab knocked the glass of water off the bedroom table. So, we are going to be buying plastic beakers.

The second dream was a warning about some “incoming”. Again, it was thematically linked to various people from my past. The dream concerned the dark jewel #30. The jewel for manipulation. I have taken it as a heads up. It pertains to something old, perhaps festering and unresolved.

The shortcoming manipulation as per Theun Mares:

30 Manipulation

Active Shortcoming: Lust for…

Behaviour: Sexual manipulation, covetousness, lewdness, power hungry, love of intrigue

Passive Shortcoming: Corruptible

Behaviour: Easily seduced, fraudulent, degenerate, depraved, decadence, perversion

I am warned and alert…this jewel is very much of the tonal, of the form and of silver

{30 pieces}

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Anyway, I have sent off my response and amended patent application to the Intellectual Property Office, which means that it is off my desk for a few months. I have tried my best. I dropped the name of the place I used to work. So maybe he might consider my incarnation before “man in a shed”. He was in general helpful and doing his job. Which is nice and how things ought to be.

Over the years I have noted that physicists can imagine themselves smarter than chemists. I have been looking at nonlinear optics on and off since 1985 when we had to calibrate the tuning curve of a second harmonic generation crystal with nanosecond lases. I have looked at stimulated Raman scattering in gases, degenerate four wave mixing, CARS, surface second harmonic generation, electric field induced second harmonic generation, resonant and non-resonant multi-photon ionisation spectroscopy, stimulated Raman ion depletion spectroscopy, multi-photon absorption and used femtosecond optical parametric oscillators and amplifiers along with frequency doublers.

It is weird putting the grey matter back in that zone.

Tomorrow it is logs or wallpaper.

Life is odd…

Ancillary Thoughts

There are some sizeable equations in non-linear optics especially when you get to the third order non-linear susceptibility tensor. It is complicated enough for isotropic media, for symmetric crystals it can be even more tricky.

Do I need to go back to the derivations?  

They must at least do modules on this kind of thing….

If I was to say that I have two granted US patents and give him the numbers, would that be seen as bordering on the illegal?

In some ways I am talking about new science I am not aware of anybody having tried it yet. One is applying an “DC” electric field and this is quantized via creation/annihilation ladder operators.

It is related to the only piece of Fortran code I wrote concerning anharmonic oscillators, Hermite polynomials and Frank-Condon factors.

I had speculated that there might be certain resonance enhancements in the magnitude and direction of applied field.

Hmnn

Mashed sweede….  

Provenance and a Man in His Shed

I think I expressed myself well in the covering letter to go with my patent application ammendment. On a re-read it seems clear enough. However, my address as, the garden shed, down at the bottom of the path, somewhere in rural Brittany might not be as impressive as say “Institute for Quantum Computing, University of Waterloo, 200 University Avenue West, Waterloo, ON, Canada N2L 3G1.”

I am wondering if there is a subconscious bias against my credibility. A man in his shed {or grenier} has no power by association. Nor for that matter did I pay a five grand a pop patent attorney to draw up my application. If I had a big cheese university stationery and email address, would I be taken more seriously? If I had a top ten attorney from Holborn or Lincoln’s Inn Fields would that assist psychologically in the cutting of the metaphorical mustard.

I have direct experience of writing to people in universities about my idea. Out of a dozen or so emails only one, an Englishman, replied and I had to name drop in order to facilitate this. He did not remember me but we were actually “competitors” a bit, way back in the last century.  

I sign this the eccentric nut job in his garden shed…

Nansen Cuts the Cat in Two

Nansen saw the monks of the eastern and western halls fighting over a cat. He seized the cat and told the monks: “If any of you say a good word, you can save the cat.”

No one answered. So Nansen boldly cut the cat in two pieces.

That evening Joshu returned and Nansen told him about this. Joshu removed his sandals and, placing them on his head, walked out.

Nansen said: “If you had been there, you could have saved the cat.”

    Mumon’s comment: Why did Joshu put his sandals on his head? If anyone answers this question, he will understand exactly how Nansen enforced the edict. If not, he should watch his own head.

Had Joshu been there,

He would have enforced the edict oppositely.

Joshu snatches the sword

And Nansen begs for his life.

——

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Paid â chodi pais wedi pisio

—–

Fel ci a dau goc

Like a dog with two willies / = being so excited you don’t know what to do with yourself

Roedd y cwbl yn freuddwyd gwrach wrth ei hewyllys.

(It was all the dream of a witch according to her will / = wishful thinking.)

Paid â chodi pais ar ôl piso.

(Don’t lift a petticoat after pissing / = cry over spilt milk; shut the stable door after the horse has gone.)

—–

It has been raining this afternoon and as a result there has been no mole catching. Although I don’t speak more than a few words of Welsh I did the Wales online Welsh insult quiz and only got three wrong. This is because the Welsh which was spoken in my grandparents’ house was aimed at veiling their opinions in front of the children. With me it had quite the opposite effect. It made me want to find out, so I asked my grandfather who did not care what the women were saying and thinking. He also knew that I was not susceptible to “interrogation”. I can do silent. Like a rech capel, or chapel fart.

I have to say describing someone as being like a dog with two penises is quite the most excellent turn of phrase. He is so excited that he does not know which cock to use and as a result is lacking in clearcut decision making processes.

If you get all excited by hype, imagine a grandiose project and it fails, there is no point in being upset or backward looking.

In many ways this could describe an ENTP personality, each new thought propels.

“That was exciting, oh well that did not work out, onwards to the next witch’s dream.”

I am mindful that one of the people keen for me to do decision making courses, had problems making decisions.

People can and do have problems with time’s arrow, so often they seek to put the genie back in the bottle, to shove things back into Pandora’s box.

People who use threat as a means of negotiation, may imagine that others do the same. If they live in a “if you don’t do this I will…” mindset may not realise that some people don’t make idle threats, they simply decide and then act. I have encountered at least half a dozen occasions when I have made a big decision fast, which people did not see coming. As I mentioned previously, I was once at an interview and one of the interviewers was very late for a solo interview. If I had not needed security clearance to get out, I would have done an Elvis and left the building. This is not the sort of thing that senior vice presidents expect.

I have a decision to make over the next few days as to whether to update my patent application to include the recommendations of the examiner. I don’t think he has a good grasp of non-linear optics so it could mean another iteration. As things stand it is very unlikely that I am going to do anything commercial with it. But it might be nice confirmation that I can still generate a patent worthy idea.

Perhaps it was all the dream of a witch deep in the Breton countryside…One of my maternal great grandmothers was allegedly a “witch” up in deepest darkest Snowdonia.

The bit that still tickles me is that the registered address for the patent will be a tiny Breton commune and probably its first ever quantum optics patent.

Cyfarpar i gynhyrchu parau ffoton  – Apparatus to Produce Entangled Photon Pairs

That is still some seriously ticklish feather. Before we came here, I looked into submitting a patent application into the IPO in Welsh. As I understand it, it would have been a first. I spoke to a lot of patent attorneys and some were up for it, but it would also have to have an English translation. That took the fun out a bit.

The updating will take a couple of days, one day to get my head back into the space and the second day to do the alterations and submit online.

Hmnn…

Bowie Got Locked in the Garage

Each lunchtime I go to the log store in the Peugeot garage to collect the logs for evening. I pick a large strong carrier bag full of 33cm logs and take them to my log splitting place. During this time the garage door is open and my attention is turned to the logs. It takes at most five minutes. I come away with about 20kg of logs. I split them with a four and a half pound axe.

The garage is connected via a man sized escape hole to the Clio garage next door.

I did this as usual today. No sign of cat. The car was on the drive.

Two hours or so later I was about to drive the wife for her coronavirus vaccination and we both heard but could not see Bowie. She/it/they was/were miaowing.

When we came back from the vaccination, we heard the cat again.

I opened the garage door and like a cat out of hell out came Bowie.  3 hours in the dark!!

I checked the poisonous mouse baits and luckily, they had not been snacked upon.

So, every time we open the garage door, we get to play our own version of the Schrödinger’s Cat game.

Is Bowie dead or alive? We won’t know until we open the door.

Of course, if alive we might hear it but we are both getting a bit mutton these days.

Japanese Embassy – Patent – Dream 14-07-2021

Here is this morning’s dream.

In my hands I have a patent application on paper. I am walking through the corridors of the London office of the Intellectual Property Office. There are smartly dressed people everywhere. I enter a room where one can file patent applications by hand and on paper. There is a smartly dressed young woman sat behind a desk. I explain that I want to submit an application but because I am not a lawyer and am representing my own intellectual property nobody is taking me seriously. She asks a little of my background. She then writes on a piece of card a long code beginning with the letter K. She hands this to me and suggests that I go to the Whitehall office and hand them this code. This code means that they will take me more seriously. I thank her and leave her office. Once more I am walking down the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, I open a door, and this leads me into the reception area of the Japanese Embassy. There are several men and women on the welcome desk. They seem surprised to see me appearing in their foyer.  A man in his thirties in an old-style suit says hello and asks me to explain how I got there. I say that I was trying to file a patent application. He asks on what subjects. I say “quantum optics and entangled photon pairs” his ears prick up. He says that this is something we in Japan are very interested in. From beneath the counter, he pulls out an old-style document holder briefcase. He intimates that they would be helpful if my application was filed in Japan. Hinting that they would bear the costs of translating the application into Japanese. He wants me to hand him the application to put in the briefcase.

I briefly come to and make a mental note of the dream. I then drift back off.

In the dream I can now see a Japanese translation of my patent application. Each paragraph and each diagram have a very light violet coloured stamp of two kanji, two Japanese characters. The kanji are tiny but easily visible because they are glowing somewhat.

I awake thinking that is weird, because it all seemed so very realistic.

Are you a Bit one Dimensional?

Many people focus their attention on a fairly small part of the perceptual hyper-surface, a local potential energy minimum if you like. As a consequence, they can get stuck or trapped in the box of their own thinking. They can find it hard to think outside the box.

Only certain beliefs are allowed or accepted by their minds. Inconvenient truths do not commute.

Some do not have the potential or ability to imagine ideas outside of their comfort zone and religious, political or scientific dogma.

There is a danger that the UK is lurching towards party gate groundhog. This will be a shame. I suspect that the UK government is trapped deep in a trap of its own making. It cannot choose between the devil or the deep blue sea.

I have a cunning plan. I know, let us dream up a catchy three word slogan where each letter of the slogan starts with the same hypnotic letter. 

Bring Back Boris…that mantra should hypnotise…

A Quantum Miscellany

Drop by drop the faucet fills

the stainless empty pail

counting all the seconds with

an attosecond accuracy

Tearing all the electrons out

to leave behind an empty shell

charged high at the core

feeding the plasma in his veins

Each bag of livingness

calls him on his cell

a mitochondrial mouth

ever hungry in the nest

The flickering dipole

drives the van through Walls

binding tight and light

through long potentials all

Dense as a static cloud

he catches moments

in the field of magnets

conducting superlatives at tea

And the see moss circuits

tick and whirr to abacus

the particles in a beam

where cars collide at G,e,V

Each sparkle packet

is superimposed on fate

and collapses fungible

upon a special string of dates

The men brains over his eyes

see back before absurd

when was even time

and the Word was ever heard

Before in principio erat

when the silence stirred

and the gravitas

became so very bang intense

Things were more simple then

with no need for learning Zen

then came things Q.E.D.

making puzzles, for you and me

And now worlds move as fast as C

in houses that are made of planks

these days there are no constant sights

when all lead lives that are, so tight

Life lived in simulations fine

made real in Monte Carlo time

where all drive Vectras to and fro

uncertain where their life will go

Ab initio is still the start

equating exact, each manmade part

I wonder when it was

that humans lost their, open heart?