Monday and a Whimsical Poem About the Higgs Boson

[nightdog_barks]

Watching the Olympics, wondering if Mitt Romney is telling Polish jokes in Poland. I wouldn't put it past him, not after his assholish behavior in Israel, where he managed to insult both Israelis and Palestinians in one stupid speech. And there are actually people thinking about voting for this dipshit, just because he's not black Obama.

OH WAIT I AM ON MY HIGH HORSE AGAIN.

Let's calm down. The new issue of The New Yorker came today, so here's a small poem about the Higgs boson. :D

The Evidence of Things Not Seen

How strong the lens, how keen the eyes
To see what we hypothesize,
To watch so small a thing in motion
As what we've christened the "Higgs boson,"
A tiny, massive thing that passes
For what can best explain the masses
Of other things we cannot see
But somehow, nonetheless, must be.
A thing so small is surely cute,
Though weirdly shaped, perhaps hirsute,
And just as real as any wraith
Imagined with the eyes of faith.


~ Jay Curlin
From The New Yorker, July 30th, 2012

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I used to live near a heavily Polish heritage town, and there were lots of jokes. But having grown up in an area called the Dutch Triangle, I heard even more Dutch jokes. Like, how do you get a Hollander to wash his hands? Tell him there's a penny under the bar of soap.