It was an interesting knock at my office door — aggressive but feminine, with a hint of desperation.
“C’mon in, the door’s open.”
She wore a business suit that must have cost a month’s rent. It fit her like it had been sewn on, and she had all the right sizes. There was a button missing from the left sleeve. On the other hand her left lapel bore a Star Trek badge, Security Section.
“What can I do for you, Miss…?”
“My name’s Victoria Baird, Mr Moire. I’m CEO of ADastra, ‘media relations for the stars.’ I’ve been reading your posts, put two and two together, and thought I’d better drop in.”
“Well, it’s nice to know I’ve got readers. Which posts caught your attention?”
“Several of them, but mostly this one,” pointing to a Web page on her smartphone. It was my Breathing Space video. “You show how gravitational waves fluctuate as they polarize local space. They induce varying curvatures in different directions. Curved space is mass, Mr Moire, but this curvature moves at lightspeed. Hadn’t you noticed that?”
“It crossed my mind, yes, but when I thought about surfing a gravitational wave like ocean surfers do, I realized you’d have to get up to the wave’s speed to ride it.”

as seen in the 2009 Star Trek film
(image from the video by Rob Morey)
“There’s more. Are you familiar with that one-man starcraft that Ambassador Spock used in the 2009 Star Trek film? The ship with the rotating after-section?”
“I did see ‘Baby Star Trek,’ yes.”
“Did you know that the starcraft’s official design designation is Jellyfish?”
“No, I hadn’t heard that.”
“Well, it is. And you’ve written about Earth jellyfish, haven’t you, Mr Moire, and how their propulsion system is so efficient?”
I was getting a little tired of her aggressive questions, so I challenged her with one of my own. “And you see a connection?”
“I do, and that’s why you have to help me, Mr Moire. Can I trust you?”
“Secrets are my business, Miss Baird. Uncovering them or covering them up, it’s all the same to me.”
“Maybe I need to let my hair down.” She removed her cloche cap and her pointed ears sprang free. “I need you to get me back to my crew.”
“Can’t you just call them on that communicator badge?”
“This is costume jewelry. The spectrum here on Earth is so crowded that my real badge is useless at long range. I’ve been looking for subtle signals in the media. I thought your posts were just such a signal … but I can see you’re a local.”
“Guilty as charged. I take it the connection you saw resembled the signal you sought?”
“Yes. You’ve published two of the essential principles of the LaForge Drive. The first was your displays of spatial curvature in motion. The second was your description of how jellyfish move by stepping along a ladder of seawater vortices.
“That’s what the LaForge Drive does, Mr Moire. The counter-rotating blades are an osmium-hassium alloy, the densest substance known, and under tremendous compression. Together their mass creates a complex pilot wave in the gravity field. The spacecraft surfs on that waveform the way a jellyfish surfs on the eddies it creates.
“The wave’s phase velocity exceeds lightspeed by some enormous factor we’ve never been able to measure. In fact, I’m here on Earth because I was on a research cruise to find if there’s a limit. We … ran into a problem and I’m part of an away team sent to procure … something we need.”
“That trope’s been done to death, Miss Baird. And besides, that design wouldn’t be practical. What’s your real story?”
“What do you mean it’s not practical?”
“You can’t steer. Pilot waves follow the most intense local spatial curvature, which means the craft will always home like a torpedo on the nearest large mass.”
Suddenly that badge chirped. “We’ve recovered the detonator, Lieutenant. Have you kept him from looking out the window?”
“Yes, his eyes have been on me the whole time. Ready for beam-up. Goodbye, Mr Moire, that was fun.”
Her form began to shimmer, twinkle … and disappeared.
“Don’t mention it.”
~~ Rich Olcott



I so miss Calvin and Hobbes, the wondrous, joyful comic strip that cartoonist Bill Watterson gave us between 1985 and 1995. Hobbes was a stuffed toy tiger — except that 6-year-old Calvin saw him as a walking, talking man-sized tiger with a sarcastic sense of humor.
In this video, orange, green and blue electromagnetic fields shine in from one side of the box onto its floor. Each color’s field is polar because it “lives” in only one plane. However, the beam as a whole is unpolarized because different components of the total field direct recipient electrons into different planes giving zero net polarization. The Sun and most other familiar light sources emit unpolarized light.


Suppose you had a graph with one axis for counting animal things and another for counting vegetable things. Animals added to animals makes more animals; vegetables added to vegetables makes more vegetables. If you’ve got a chicken, two potatoes and an onion, and you share with your buddy who has a couple of carrots, some green beans and another onion, you’re on your way to a nice chicken stew.
I was only 10 years old but already had Space Fever thanks to Chesley Bonestell’s artwork in Collier’s and Life magazines. I eagerly joined the the movie theater ticket line to see George Pal’s Destination Moon. I loved the Woody Woodpecker cartoon (it’s 12 minutes into the 

Grammie always grimaced when Grampie lit up one of his cigars inside the house. We kids grinned though because he’d soon be blowing smoke rings for us. Great fun to try poking a finger into the center, but we quickly learned that the ring itself vanished if we touched it.


See that little guy on the bridge, suspended halfway between all the way down and all the way up? That’s us on the cosmic size scale.
So that’s the size range of the Universe, from 1.6×10-35 up to 2.6×1026 meters. What’s a reasonable way to fix a half-way mark between them?



Keep going until the outermost hexagon has 32 dots along each edge. All the hexagons together will have exactly 2016 dots.



