“No Smoking Hot Spot”

A former consultant for the Australian Greenhouse Office writes in The Australian about the lack of evidence pointing to carbon dioxide emissions as the cause of global warming. (He was actually the one who wrote the FullCAM model that measures Australia’s compliance with Kyoto.)

When I started that job in 1999 the evidence that carbon emissions caused global warming seemed pretty good: CO2 is a greenhouse gas, the old ice core data, no other suspects.

The evidence was not conclusive, but why wait until we were certain when it appeared we needed to act quickly? Soon government and the scientific community were working together and lots of science research jobs were created. We scientists had political support, the ear of government, big budgets, and we felt fairly important and useful (well, I did anyway). It was great. We were working to save the planet.

But since 1999 new evidence has seriously weakened the case that carbon emissions are the main cause of global warming, and by 2007 the evidence was pretty conclusive that carbon played only a minor role and was not the main cause of the recent global warming. As Lord Keynes famously said, “When the facts change, I change my mind. What do you do, sir?”

(Answer: Shout louder that “consensus” “proves” your point, so why talk about the facts when it’s much more effective to show polar bears on ice floes?)

The onus should be on those who want to change things to provide evidence for why the changes are necessary. The Australian public is eventually going to have to be told the evidence anyway, so it might as well be told before wrecking the economy.

No - those who want to change things only need to persuade people that the evidence exists, and that those who want to examine that evidence are reactionary ostriches bought by Big Oil. We’ve got a disaster (global warming), we’ve got convenient villains (industry in general), we’ve got people eager to suspend disbelief because Scientists Say It’s So.

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While I move…

… posting has gotten a bit sparse… I’ll pause for a moment while you gasp in surprise… ;)

Why do I always move by letting the schedule slip until I’m doing everything at the last minute? I know the answer to that one - lack of ability to say “no” to myself and others; I just hope I can get it under control. “Others” in this case was all work related: My boss suggested that I stay on another month after my contract ran out at the end of June, while I was in town anyway and while I was working on the latest draft of this paper we’re trying to get out. “Free money,” I thought to myself. “What’s the catch? I’ll finish the paper in 10 days or less…”

Uh-huh.

Then he asked me to work with a newbie grad student, up here for the summer doing a stint in our lab before classes begin in August. (She sure picked a doozy of a deep end for her first dive.) I mostly said yes because she was going to work on (has been working on) a project that I’d always thought sounded interesting. It’s the one bit of work in the group that’s very distinctively analytical. (Of course, analytical chemists had good reason to give up on this particular pasture - remote sensing of fluorescence - some time ago, but he’s convinced that he’s got what nobody else had.)
And her interests - like my own - are a mixture of analytical and materials science. And she’d gone to a small liberal arts college of distinctively conservative bent. And she is feeling rather out of her depth and very uncertain about being here. I sympathize… and she’s done quite well, actually.

Now the paper’s finally back in the boss’s hands (court?), the student’s finding her lab-legs (like sea legs, but with a rubber apron), and the clock is running out fast on getting my stuff packed up to move. The trailer is scheduled to get loaded up on Friday; I’ll crash with my friend up the street over the weekend and then chase the trailer* down there on Monday.

Which is why I’m perched atop a pile of boxes, taking the time to write this instead of finishing the packing. Did I mention I still need to do another night of experiments? This for another paper.

Yes, really really need to make sure that life at “Hobart” goes differently. No more last-minute stuff for me! *crosses his fingers*


* Mom & Dad: Yes, I’ll do so safely. ;)

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Crouch, Skoog & Holler

“Crouch, Skoog and Holler”.

Is that…

Southern-style fire safety instructions?

or

the authors of a popular textbook in instrumental analysis?

Why not both?? I just need to figure out how one “skoogs”.

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Last Group Meeting

So, I have a job. Another temporary job, yes, but it’s a RealJob, or at least a big step in that direction. (Not guaranteed to be free of dead ends.) And it’s definitely mine; mailed off the acceptance letter (to the president! I wonder if he’ll actually read it?) and the polite-but-friendly no-thanks to the other offer.

And so in a month I’m leaving this department. I’m leaving ultrafast lasers that seldom work, and an advisor who doesn’t appear to respect his students. I’m leaving advisors who do respect their students, and who let them take the lead in using some really cool instruments.

I’m leaving some excellent coworkers and friends. (Facebook is not really enough to keep in touch, even when I can find people on it. Hopefully we’ll all wind up at the same conferences.)

I’m leaving behind this town and campus, with its fun things to do and its pretension and its attempts to simultaneously copy Portland (Oregon), New York (New York) and Paris (France).

I’m leaving behind group meetings!! Tomorrow I give my absolute Last Group Meeting Ever, or at least the last one that I’m ever going to worry about. (Assuming I ever have anything like a research group, we will do meetings but not like this. For one thing, I’ll actually pay attention when students present.) Ahh, the thrill of fresh data to analyze and present in the next… 11 hours. Makes me feel like a grad student again!

So naturally I’m procrastinating…

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The fun of waiting…

for the phone to ring. Or the email to arrive.

Today’s the day when “Hobart U” is making its decision on who gets the job.

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To the Atheist

This was gonna be the start of a big long rant in which I marvel at how intolerant progressives can be. I would’ve particularly focused on my amazement at the fact that so many atheists are aggressively intolerant of the sincere religious beliefs of others — for instance,

“I watched my father-in-law die this weekend. He was a devout Catholic, and is the rest of his family, but I found the whole process of the last rites a truly stunning performance of chicanery.

It makes me furious when some religious wing-nut takes advantage of people at a time of loss. The gall! Somehow, they believe this gives them special rights. And just about the time he made the pitch for money I made his way for the door.

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