Move over X-ray glasses; here come the T-rays

Humans are blind. Really, think about all the things we cannot hear, see, smell, feel. Our world is so small. So when a device comes along that reveals a new part of the sensory spectrums we use, then I say, “cool!”

Of course, when I was a kid, you’d see ads for the X-ray glasses in all the boy magazines along with ads for Sea Monkeys and whoopee-cushions.

X-ray glasses

Well, now they’re not just gimmicks. You’ve heard of x-rays, gamma rays, ultraviolet rays, infrared–well, here are t-rays.

T-rays are emitted by all the objects around you, but they cannot be seen by humans. T-rays can go through just about anything except metal and water. People who spend serious time thinking about T-rays say this ability, the result of their short wavelengths, make them ideal candidates for certain types of medical imaging.

Among other potential uses imagined are: safer versions of X-rays; scanning baggage at airports; identifying large biological molecules such as proteins, viruses and bacteria; and even measuring the effectiveness of facial moisturizers. Read article here.

Here’s where t-rays fit on the electromagnetic spectrum.

Light Sources

And here’s the article that sparked it all today: Britain makes camera that “sees” under clothes. I guess one of those egg-head boys grew up and decided to make his dream come true, all in the name of science, medicine, and the Queen, of course.

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  • Leonard and Lady Randy (yes, that kind of randy)

    Maybe you’ve heard this one from Paul Harvey. Can you guess who it is?

    “Escape!

    Of all the positions in the field of journalism, that of war correspondent is perhaps most dangerous. Some are captured, some escape. Some die.

    Twenty-five-year-old Leonard Spencer was the London Morning Post’s newest correspondent. His assignment was the Boer War, in South Africa.

    Had young Leonard foreseen the peril awaiting him, he would probably have taken the assignment anyway. That’s how Leonard was.

    About twenty miles from Ladysmith, Leonard could hear the booming guns. He was aboard a British armored train that would take him as close to the front as he could get.

    The train got too close. There was a sudden crash. The train had struck a boulder on the tracks … a Boer booby trap. It was an ambush!

    Immediately, a fusillade of rifle fire followed. Surprised, British troops on the train fired back.

    And Leonard? Leonard ignored the gunshots and exploding shells. He jumped off the train, directed the British defense, helped to clear the wreckage.

    In fact, without the aid of this youthful correspondent from the Morning Post, the train might well have been lost and the British troops massacred.

    Instead, the wreckage was cleared, the train did pull out of the trap and carried a good many British soldiers with it.

    The one left behind to face the enemy…was Leonard! No, the story does not end sadly there.

    Leonard was captured, unharmed. Even though Leonard was technically a war correspondent, the Boer commander was sufficiently impressed with his bravery…to have Leonard thrown into prison at Pretoria.

    The Pretoria prison was among the world’s most carefully guarded strongholds. Still, that did not stop Leonard from plotting an escape with two other British captives.

    As darkness fell, the trio waited for their opportunity. It was now pitch black. The sentries exchanged their posts. Leonard sprang across an open area, hurdled a fence of barbed-wire mesh. When he looked back, there was no one. His comrades had missed their chance!

    Three hundred miles of hostile territory lay between Leonard and his freedom. For a while, he followed the railroad tracks to the east, stumbling alone, through the dark, dodging enemy patrols. Tired, hungry, thirsty…Leonard plodded long into the night, knowing that, each painful foot of the way, one false step could be his last.

    The night turned to day and back to night again, until the days and nights blurred.

    Finally Leonard reached a mining town. His luck wearing thin but holding, he knocked on the door of the only Britisher in the territory and was smuggled onto a train loaded with bales of wool.

    The train would carry him to the British consul. To safety.

    And that’s how Leonard Spencer, the London Morning Post’s fledgling correspondent, got his story…and his reputation for daring.

    History has all but forgotten this incident in his life in order to make room for later glory.

    The fortune that once seemed to be wearing thin had only begun…and one day rubbed off on all of England.

    For the young correspondent who once upon a time saved a British armored train and escaped the enemy under impossible circumstances…continued to do the impossible for the rest of his life.

    We knew him as Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill!

    And now you know THE REST OF THE STORY.”

    Um, no, not even close. 

    When I read about the childhoods of famous historical figures I’m often surprised. For example, I’m still freaking out that Hitler was a street artist. So I ran across this article today about Winston Churchill’s childhood and his mother who was nicknamed “Lady Randy” for her promiscuity (rumored 200 lovers).

    She had no time for Winston. Other people raised him. Yet she wasn’t completely absent in his life. Apparently, she called on favors from previous lovers when Winston needed to learn French. Nevertheless, it appears Winston was raised without a father or mother, yet ends up being the kind of man who could lead a nation at war.

    This is fertile ground for drama of the best kind.

    I’m going to be seeking out some biographies. It’s going to be fascinating seeing how Winston pulled it off and who influenced and helped him along the way. 

    There’s one thing more. These facts aren’t all that drew me. What Winston wrote upon his mother’s death, well, it’s the finest poetry I’ve heard this last month.

    “I do not feel a sense of tragedy,” he said, “but only loss. Her life was a full one. The wind was in her veins.”

    That metaphoric power of that last sentence given her history and relationship with him–it’s stunning. 
     
    Read a summary of the documentary here.

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  • AIG bailout, risk, and writing

    With the current financial “crisis” I kept wondering what went wrong. Read this article on the AIG mess from the guys at the Motley Fool. That explaination of the AIG mess is very interesting. The other part of this current financial mess, the loaning-of-money-to-people-who-were-idiotic-credit-risks and the making-me-foot-the-bill-for-someone-else’s-assumption-of-ridiculous-risk, those two parts torque me.

    So why am I posting this in the Zing and Writers categories?

    Because it IS zing to me. You could write a high-finance thriller about this. You could write about a character who leveraged himself silly and is about to lose it all–in a smaller sense. You could write, hey, wait a minute. I just read a book about something similar–THE CHAIRMAN by Stephen Frey. It’s a 2.5/5 star book. Good enough that I had to finish it. Although not good enough to make my recommendation list. 

    The point is that stories are about problems and conflicts. And this understanding of the insurance industry provides some fertile ideas for both problems and conflicts.

    And since I can’t get the blasted link to work, here’s the full deal.

    AIG’s Failure Is So Much Bigger Than Enron
    By Andrew Sullivan, CFA
    September 17, 2008 Comment (54) Recommend (124)
    Enron — reviled, fraudulent Enron — destroyed more than $60 billion of shareholder value.

    AIG (NYSE: AIG), which the government just took over, has destroyed $180 billion already — and it almost brought down our entire financial system.

    We don’t know money
    Which is ironic, given AIG’s old television commercials, in which the giant letters “A I G” displayed on the screen while text flashed underneath that culminated in the following phrase — all in capital letters:

    WE KNOW MONEY

    There were no smiling couples, young children at play, or lounging retirees. No, AIG was above that — it was better than that.

    But here’s a news flash, AIG: You don’t know money.

    If you did, you’d have realized a few things. Insurance is terribly simple, as long as you follow the Three Rules:

    Price your risk correctly.
    Invest conservatively so you can pay out claims when they come due.
    Don’t do anything else.
    Sit back and collect the spread. That’s it, folks.

    Seriously, that is it. Ask Warren Buffett, and he’ll probably tell you that if you follow those three rules, you’ll be fine. You won’t be the biggest or fastest grower, but you’ll be absolutely fine.

    The problems come when you get greedy and aren’t satisfied with the spread. And your greed can lead to certain actions that aren’t stated anywhere in the rules, including:

    Diversifying into fast-money proprietary trading.
    Leveraging your company 11-to-1.
    Neither of these is a goal of a well-run insurance company, yet AIG embraced both with open arms.

    Diworsifying
    But AIG self-destructed not because it screwed up in its insurance business. It didn’t fall into the trap of mispricing risk, as so many other insurers over the years have done. It also invested premiums fairly conservatively. So it followed Rules 1 and 2.

    Where it slipped up was in Rule 3. See, the folks at AIG thought they were so smart at insurance that they could start other capital-markets businesses … including proprietary asset management in things such as commodities, currencies, energy, interest rates, and the selling of default swaps on collateralized debt obligations (CDOs).

    This strategy worked beautifully — for a while. AIG created a separate business segment called Financial Services to trade in the aforementioned assets. This business had $204 billion in assets at year-end 2007, up from $60 billion in 1998.

    Operating income surged from $900 million in 1998 to $4.4 billion in 2005. Some of the moves it made were brilliant, such as the purchase of ILFC, an aircraft-leasing business. But the other trading businesses were the Medusa that turned the whole company to stone.

    Let me make one thing clear: Proprietary trading isn’t bad, in and of itself. Warren Buffett engages in it. But just like atomic weapons in the wrong hands, proprietary trading can do a lot of damage. The problem is when you start to get aggressive and don’t heed proper risk — when you start to speculate instead of invest.

    And there’s one other critical ingredient for disaster.

    The “L” word
    As in “leverage,” the sharp knife in corporate seppuku dramas. Leverage is, by my estimation, the No. 1 reason why companies fail.

    And compared with its peers, AIG had one of the sharpest knives around. Here’s how its leverage (assets to equity) stacked up against other insurance operations as of December 2007:

    AIG: 11 to 1.
    Markel (NYSE: MKL): 4 to 1.
    Berkshire Hathaway (NYSE: BRK-B): 2 to 1.
    Montpelier Re (NYSE: MRH): 2 to 1.
    Travelers (NYSE: TRV): 4 to 1.
    White Mountains Insurance (NYSE: WTM): 4 to 1.
    Chubb (NYSE: CB): 4 to 1.
    I would love it if someone gave me a rational, believable explanation of why leveraging your equity 11-to-1 is a good thing for an insurer. The sole job of an insurance CEO is to ensure that his or her company stays in business; the CEO’s job has nothing — absolutely nothing — to do with growing profits every year in a steady, smooth line.

    Surprises in insurance are almost always negative, so simply staying solvent is the overriding priority. A company can do just that by following the Three Rules.

    Two years ago, a few of my Fool colleagues had an interesting conversation with Chris Harris, the chief investment officer at reinsurer Montpelier Re. Harris noted that Montpelier invested its float primarily in U.S. Treasuries, Fannie and Freddie bonds (back when they were considered safe), and the like.

    When asked why he didn’t invest more aggressively, Harris said the company believed that it got all the risk it could handle on the other side of the fence, insuring against megacatastrophes.

    Even if you disagree, as an investor you have to recognize the judiciousness in this way of managing one’s business. An insurer that has to pay big claims from hurricanes Ike and Gustav and Typhoon Sinlaku — and additionally worry about the rapid decline in its investment portfolio as a result of the higher level of risks it has taken on — has a big problem.

    That insurer, folks, is AIG. And that big problem is now yours and mine.

    This really is bigger than Enron
    The edifice Hank Greenberg built has all come crashing down. Apparently, AIG didn’t realize that almost 40 years of 15% growth multiplied by a big fat zero equals just that: zero. It didn’t consider that its leverage left it exposed to a liquidity crisis, and it didn’t consider that its non-insurance businesses could bring down the whole company.

    In all fairness, management did not realize how much exposure it had to CDOs backed by subprime loans. This may or may not be true, but Buffett has famously stated that each one of these prospectuses has something like 15,000 pages, so it’s unlikely they were gone through in any great detail.

    But investing in things you don’t know is a huge risk, right? And that risk was compounded by having so much leverage. The fact is, the more leverage you have, the more careful you must be with the investments you hold, because your own capital structure is that much riskier.

    AIG did nothing of the sort. And so even though it has a rock-solid, wonderful insurance franchise, its greed and lack of care in its investing decisions took down one of the world’s great companies.

    What a shame. What a shame for all of the investors who lost billions thinking that this company was conservative. What a shame for taxpayers like you and me. What a shame for the United States’ reputation as a beacon of financial stability and conservatism.

    For Fool.com’s continuing coverage of this week’s events, check out “The Biggest Financial Story of the Past 50 Years.”

    Andrew Sullivan has no financial interest in any of the companies mentioned. Montpelier Re is a Motley Fool Hidden Gems selection. Markel and Berkshire Hathaway are Motley Fool Inside Value recommendations. Montpelier Re and Berkshire Hathaway are Motley Fool Stock Advisor picks. The Motley Fool owns shares of Berkshire Hathaway and has a disclosure policy.

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  • The blessings and horrors of manure lagoons

    California cows start passing gas to the grid

    By Nichola Groom, Tue Mar 4, 2008 6:30pm EST

    RIVERDALE, California (Reuters) – Imagine a vat of liquid cow manure covering the area of five football fields and 33 feet deep. Meet California’s most alternative new energy.

    Read the full article

    Man drowns after falling into manure pit

    By Ben Winslow Deseret Morning News Published: January 19, 2008

    A man apparently drowned after falling into an iced-over manure pit at a Cache County dairy, authorities said….Deputies said the pit is about 8 feet deep and is filled with cow manure, moisture and ammonia from the urine, giving it a “soupy consistency.” “It is loose quicksand is what it is,” Bilodeau said. “You can’t swim in it. You’re almost completely incapacitated in it.”

    Read the full article

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  • Bees Sniff Out Land Mines

    The bee. We slather its delicious vomit on bread and muffins. We send colonies out to pollinate our crops. Now Colin Henderson and his University of Montana colleagues have partnered up with bees to “locate buried land mines” and do it more quickly and thorougly than any dog.

    “We can survey in one day what takes more than a week with dogs,” he says, “and humans stand 300 yards away.”

    Bees can find not only land mines, but also drugs and decomposing bodies. Oh, and they are smart enough to recognize a sugar daddy when they see one.

    Here’s the full article. Read it. Enjoy. Things like this are part of the wonderfulness of life.

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  • A bit of Yiddish to warm the soul

    schnook, schnorrer, megillah, meshuga, schlump…

    Who can resist such words? I plan on working at least one of these into my conversation today.

    I’ve copied from last week’s Wordsmith.org emails.

    A language is the soul of its people. This is nowhere illustrated more profoundly than in the Yiddish language, the language of Jews of eastern and central Europe and their descendants. A tongue full of wit and charm, Yiddish embodies deep appreciation of human behavior in all its colorful manifestations. The word Yiddish comes from German Judisch meaning Jewish. But it is not the same as Hebrew, even though it is written in Hebrew script…

    …Many of the everyday English language words such as bagel, klutz, and kibitz are terms from Yiddish. This week we’ll look at a few other Yiddishisms that have enriched the English language.

    schnook (shnook) noun

    A stupid, easily deceived person.

    [From Yiddish shnuk (snout) or from German schnucke (a small sheep).]

    -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

    “A gun-toting schnook became an embarrassing crook when he robbed
      a Spokane dollar store Sunday. Seriously, if you’re going to commit
      a Class A felony, you might as well rob a Class A joint.”
      Frank Sennett; Dollar-Store Thief Bucks Common Sense; Spokesman Review
      (Washington); Mar 9, 2007.

    schnorrer (SHNOR-uhr) noun

    One who habitually takes advantage of others’ generosity,
      often through an air of entitlement.

    [From Yiddish, from German schnurren (to purr, hum, or whir), from the sound of a beggar’s musical instrument.]

    megillah (meh-GIL-uh) noun

    A long, tedious account.

    [From Yiddish megile (scroll), from Hebrew megillah, from galal (to roll).
    The term alludes to the length of the text in the Book of Esther which is read in its entirety, twice, during Purim, a Jewish festival.]

    -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

    “But the obvious challenge was to go through the whole megillah — to
      begin with the Andante in C Major, which Mozart wrote when he was five,
      and proceed to the bitter end, the Requiem.”
      Alex Ross; The Storm of Style; The New Yorker; Jul 24, 2006

    meshuga or meshugga (muh-SHOOG-uh) adjective

    Crazy; stupid.

    [From Yiddish meshuge, from Hebrew meshugga.]

    Today’s word in Visual Thesaurus: http://visualthesaurus.com/?w1=meshuga

    -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

    “Plenty of hip-hoppers want to be considered insane, but only Paul Barman
      wants to be known as meshuga.”
      David Segal; The Weirder, the Better; The Washington Post; Jun 25, 2000.

    schlump (shlump) noun

    A dull or slovenly person.

    [From Yiddish shlumperdik (unkempt, sloppy).]

    -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

    “‘You don’t want to dress up too much, but you don’t want to be
      a schlump,’ says Michael Kors.”
      Hal Rubenstein; Terrific Style by Age, by Size, by Shape, by Color;
      In Style (New York); Aug 2006.

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