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Remembering the 5th of November

Posted in Biographical, History with tags , , , on November 5, 2026 by telescoper

Today is November 5th, so tonight is Guy Fawkes’ Night (or Bonfire Night). This is not celebrated in the Republic of Ireland, not least because of its anti-Catholic origins, but is a big thing in the United Kingdom. In Ireland the bonfires and fireworks happen on Halloween. Bonfire Night commemorates the Gunpowder Plot of 1605, which was intended to blow up the Houses of Parliament. Guy Fawkes was supposed to light the blue touchpaper on that occasion and it has been a tradition to burn his effigy on the bonfire on the anniversary of the attempt, every November 5th, while letting off fireworks.

When I was young, Guy Fawkes’ Night was the thing we celebrated rather than Halloween. Although we didn’t put on anything elaborat, most families held their own bonfire in their garden and fireworks could easily be bought from local shops who stocked up at this time of year. Since we had open ground right in front of our house, we had very big bonfires where I grew up in Benwell which lots of other kids came to. Once, I remember, my uncle Richard brought some thunderflashes (essentially stun grenades) her had purloined when he was in the Army. They were so loud the police paid us a visit, but there were no arrests. The number of private bonfire parties has decreased markedly since then, owing to safety concerns, and they have largely been replaced by large scale organized celebrations.

Another tradition associated with November 5th also seems to have died completely. When I was a kid the thing to do was to make an effigy of Guy Fawkes (called a “Guy”) and parade him from door to door in the days before Bonfire Night – usually in a pram – asking for “Penny for the Guy”. The idea was if you had an impressive Guy, people would give you money which you used to buy fireworks for the forthcoming party. Of course you were hoping for a lot more than a penny.

Two young lads and a Guy

I suppose that this tradition has been displaced by the American import “Trick-or-Treat”, which I think is a shame. Next thing you know, there won’t be Guy Fawkes’ Night at all; it will be called 5/11 – or would it be 11/5?

Anyway, I remember one year spending ages making a really good Guy with a head of papier mâché and plasticine for his eyes, nose and mouth. My mum knitted him a hairpiece. I was really proud of my Guy, especially when he sat on top of the huge pile of wood that was going to form the bonfire.

When it was lit – which happened before the fireworks started – the heat from the flames started to melt the plasticine features of the Guy. The other kids rushed around in excitement as the adults sorted out the Roman Candles, Catherine Wheels and the rest of the soon-to-be-ignited pyrotechnics that would go bang and whizz though not necessarily in that order. But I stood traumatised, staring at the Guy. After a few minutes I started sobbing and ran to my mum in anguish as molten plasticine dripped down his face from his eyes.

Guy Fawkes was crying…

It’s a Small World…

Posted in Biographical, LGBTQ+, Politics, The Universe and Stuff with tags , , , , , , on November 2, 2026 by telescoper

Yesterday I was reading the weekend edition of the Irish Times and came across this article:

It was only afterwards that the name of the author, Hagai El-Ad rang a bell. When I did a search for his name I found his wikipedia page that describes him as an “Israeli LGBT and human rights activist”. When I read further I remembered that I met him years ago at a conference in Casablanca, called From Quantum Fluctuations to Cosmic Structures, when he was a budding physics student with an interest in cosmology, especially in cosmic voids. I was alarmed to realize that conference was in 1996! How can it have been 30 years ago? Hagai El-Ad subsequently co-wrote a paper on the subject of cosmic voids.

I guess he gave up the cosmology to concentrate on more pressing matters, but this goes to show it is a small world (but a big Universe).

The Next Seven Weeks

Posted in Biographical, Education, Euclid, Maynooth with tags , , , on November 1, 2026 by telescoper

Now that Hallowe’en is out of the way, and we’re into November, the next scheduled break is in seven weeks time, for Christmas. The mid-term break fell in such a way that the 12 weeks of teaching split 5-7 instead of the tidier 6-6, which means that we have quite a long run-in. Lectures finish on Friday 18th December 2026. I don’t have any lectures on that day, actually, nor on the day before. I do have a tutorial on Friday 18th but I don’t imagine many students will turn up. I think I’ll try to get through the material before the end of term and then postpone the tutorial until the week before the examinations, which start on 8th January. That way I can spend a bit of time with a certain person before he goes to spend Christmas with his family.

Talking of examinations, I was a bit late getting my Semester 1 papers written but when I finally uploaded them I discovered that at least I wasn’t the last member of staff to complete this task. Every year the deadline for examination papers is pushed earlier and earlier. I don’t know why. Perhaps the people in charge just enjoy bossing the academic staff around.

I’ll be back to the office tomorrow to resume teaching, etc. but it is looking increasingly likely that we will be having more industrial action, as the negotiations between Unions and Government seem to have broken down. I know from talking to colleagues that there was considerable scepticism that the Government side were going to negotiate in good faith. The Minister’s comments to the media certainly don’t suggest that is the case. Anyway, we’re ready to go on strike again if necessary. I think November 1112th is the likely date for another 24-hour stoppage (updated from 11th). I have a medical appointment booked for that day, which will be cancelled if the strike goes ahead but it is routine and can be rescheduled. And if a one-day strike doesn’t work, who knows?

Among the highlights of the next seven weeks will be Euclid DR1 day on which will be published raw data, calibrated images, catalogues, and spectra covering approximately 1,900 square degrees. There won’t be any cosmology results – for those you will have to wait until mid-2027 – but the data set will be a feast in itself and is sure to attract considerable media attention.

I’m also thinking about preparing the Open Journal of Astrophysics for 2027. That will not only mean starting a new volume – Volume 10 – but also bringing in some changes to improve the workflow and improve the visual appearance of our published papers. We’re also going to publish a new policy on the use of AI in our papers. I suspect all journals are experiencing a deluge of AI-generated articles and OJAp is no exception. It’s very tiresome having to deal with all the slop, but it’s not going to go away anytime soon so we’ll just have to deal with it.

P.S. Today is Dia de Todos los Santos in Spain, a day on which people remember deceased family members and friends. The date takes on an especially sad significance this year after the terrible loss of life in a train crash last week.

From Belfast

Posted in Biographical, Maynooth with tags , , on October 28, 2026 by telescoper

So here I am, back in Maynooth. I’d like to thank the members of the Astronomy Research Centre in the School of Mathematics and Physics at Queen’s University Belfast for inviting me and for stimulating discussions during and after my talk, and of course for the hospitality, especially the nice lunch and tea & cakes this afternoon.

The hotel I stayed in last night is very close to the campus, in the University quarter, and I got up early enough this morning to have a very substantial breakfast and walk some of it off by going around the campus before my talk. I took few snaps to prove I was there.

As you can see, it has a strong “red-brick” vibe about it and more than a hint of Gothic Revival, although unlike Maynooth’s version of that style, QUB’s has a distinctly Tudor tinge. My talk was in the buidling on the right, with the extravagant doorway/entrance hall, which is obviously of more modern design.

Anyway, a nice time having been had, I made my way back to Belfast Grand Central Station for the train home. This time we had a proper train which was actually big enough to accommodate all the passengers booked on it, and the seat reservations were showing.

All went well until we reached Dundalk (in the Republic) when the train stopped and officers of An Garda Síochána went through the train demanding to see everyone’s passport. I was shocked. I couldn’t help thinking of ICE in America, or even the Gestapo on which they are modelled. Nobody told me that I had to carry a passport on a train between Belfast and Dublin, so I never thought about taking mine with me on this trip. It was only by sheer fluke that it happened to be in the pocket of my jacket, which I had been wearing last time I needed a passport. I started to wonder what would have happened had I not had it with me, and then I thought they would probably have done nothing. After all, I am white…

The Common Travel Area has been steadily eroded over the years. Dublin Airport has long required passengers from the UK to go through immigration control (which it shouldn’t according to the CTA). More recently – since the end of September 2026 – ferry services between Ireland and Britain have started requiring passports to be carried. I never expected, though, that measures would be taken by the Irish side to effectively create a hard border on the island of Ireland. I don’t know when this policy was introduced. At the very least, Iarnród Éireann should warn passengers using the Enterprise service that they now need to take their passports with them. I wasn’t asked to show my passport on the outbound leg. There’s no passport control when flying from Dublin to the UK, either.

The search for migrants having been completed, the Gardaí alighted from the train and we carried on to Dublin, with a delay which meant I missed my connection to Maynooth. That wasn’t a significant problem, however, because I got on the next train, which was bound for Sligo and which gets to Maynooth significantly faster than the usual commuter trains, so it wasn’t too inconvenient.

To Belfast

Posted in Biographical with tags , , on October 27, 2026 by telescoper

The last time I attempted to travel to Belfast to give a seminar, in 2019, it didn’t go very well. This time it went better, in the sense that I’ve actually arrived in Belfast. The Enterprise service between Dublin and Belfast has doubled in frequency since 2019 and the price is still modest, just €17.50 each way, including a seat reservation, which is the full fare standard price. Unfortunately the train that arrived in Dublin to take us to Belfast was much smaller than the regular one – only four carriages, presumably owing to a fault on one of the usual trains, so it was crammed – and there were no seat reservations on it. I did find a seat but many people didn’t and had to stand. The train started to empty at Dundalk and by Newry most people could sit down. Other than that, it was fine.

The trip from Dublin Connolly to Belfast Grand Central took about 2 hours and 10 minutes, by the way, which. You would be hard pressed to make a two-hour journey by train in England for the equivalent price.

I’ve successfully visited Belfast a few times over the past few years, actually, but not for work reasons.

It’s quite chilly in Belfast tonight, a good few degrees colder than Dublin, but my hotel room is warm, and being on my own I think I’ll just stay in and finish the book I’m reading. I’ll get up early, hopefully to publish a few OJAp papers, have a cooked breakfast and then venture forth to find Queen’s University Belfast, which I failed to visit in 2019:

Lá Saoire i mí Dheireadh Fómhair

Posted in Biographical, Irish Language, Maynooth, The Universe and Stuff with tags , , , on October 26, 2026 by telescoper

Today being the last Monday of October, it’s a Bank Holiday here in Ireland – Lá Saoire i Mí Dheireadh Fómhair (literally, the Holiday at the End of the Month of October) so I had the morning off; I have a telecon this afternoon. This week is Study Week too so there are no lectures or tutorials until next Monday, when we resume for the seven remaing weeks of the Semester.

I’ll be travelling tomorrow to give a seminar at Queen’s University Belfast. My talk will have the title Open Access Publishing in Astrophysics and the Open Journal of Astrophysics, an updated version of a talk I’ve given in a number of places. over the past few years. I was looking at NASA/ADS just now to get the latest statistics and discovered that articles in the Open Journal of Astrophysics have now received over 10,000 citations at an average of 14.9 per paper. The average has been consistent since the first few years of publishing, which is interesting for the reason that our publishing rate is rising steadily so that most of our publications are very recent.

Anyway, I’m quite looking forward to the trip. The worst of the awful weather of the past few days seems to have passed and I hope I can make it to and from Belfast by train without the intervention of floods or fallen trees.

Another name for the present Bank Holiday is Lá Saoire Oíche Shamhna (Halloween Holiday), although Halloween itself does not occur until Saturday. I’ll be travelling again at the weekend, but this time purely for pleasure.

At this time of year many of the buildings of the historic South Campus are ablaze with Red Virginia Creeper:

It’s very pretty, but not good for the brickwork!

Thibaut Garcia at the National Concert Hall

Posted in Biographical with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2026 by telescoper

Last night I travelled into Dublin for another concert by National Symphony Orchestra Ireland, this time under the direction of guest conductor Julio García Vico in a programme of music heavy with French and Spanish influences.

The undoubted star of the show was classical guitarist Thibaut Garcia, who is French but has Spanish ancestry, who played the Concierto de Aranjuez by Joaquin Rodrigo. I’ve loved this piece for ages, and have several recordings of it, but although it’s been a familiar part of the concert repertoire ever since it was composed in 1939, I’ve never heard it played live. Last night’s performance was stunningly beautiful, one of those occasions on which it was a privilege just to be there. I loved the way he played the first movement Allegro con Spirito with poise and precision but without a hint of punctiliousness. The famous second movement Adagio gives the soloist much more latitude for interpretation, and Garcia’s version was very different from others I’ve heard. The music here evokes a sense of nostalgia, which comes with both joy and melancholy. I think in too many performances melancholy has the upper hand, but last night we really felt the joy. The final movement, Allegro gentile, contains a playful series of call-and-answer sequences set against varied rhythmic backgrounds. I adored this performance.

I noticed while he was playing that Thibaut Garcia has hyperextensible thumbs (as do I) and, as I went to the bar for my interval drink, I found myself wondering whether having bendy thumbs was an advantage for playing classical guitar. You could have knocked me down with a feather when, as I was returning to my seat after the wine break, that the man himself was sitting in the seat right behind mine preparing to listen to the second half of the concert. I couldn’t resist telling him how much I enjoyed the performance and mentioned his thumbs. It must be very irksome for an artist when strange people intrude awkwardly like that, but he was absolutely charming. After a brief comparison of thumbs, I sat down and left him alone. I was too starstruck to ask him whether distal hyperextensibility is a plus when it comes to playing the guitar. Perhaps someone can offer an opinion through the comments?

Anyway, it would be remiss not to mention the rest of the programme, which contained a great of interest. The first piece, for example, Laniakea by Camille Pépin is inspired by our Local Supercluster of galaxies which astronomers have named Laniakea, an Hawaiian word meaning “immeasurable heaven”.

The programme after the interval contained energetic and colourful performances of music from the opera La Vida Breve by Manuel de Falla, the Capriccio Espagnol by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov and, for the finale, the famous Bolero by Maurice Ravel. All these were played very well, but the first half was so wonderful that it was always going to be impossible for the second half to match it.

Oysters and Bones

Posted in Biographical, Education, History, Irish Language, Literature with tags , , , on October 20, 2026 by telescoper

A post on Bluesky got me thinking about the origin of the word “oyster”, which I shall bore you with shortly, but the post asks an interesting question about the well-known phrase “The World’s Mine Oyster”. This comes from Shakespeare’s The Merry Wives of Windsor and is spoken to Falstaff by Pistol, a swaggering soldier, in the line:

Why, then the world’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

The meaning it has there is that Pistol thinks he can get whatever he wants by force of arms. In more modern usage, however, it is taken to mean that the speaker has everything on a plate. In modern usage it sometimes appears as “the world is your oyster” which means something like “take your pick”. At some point, it is claimed in the 20th Century, this meaning of this phrase changed. There’s a podcast about this here. How, where and why this happened I don’t know, and I don’t know who does. My usual source for information about things like this is the wonderful Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable which has the phrase but sheds no light on its change of meaning. If you can shed light on this, please feel free to comment below through the box below.

Anyway, having had oysters in Ireland a few times – with Guinness, obviously- but not knowing the word in the Irish language, I looked it up: it is oisre. Interestingly close, I thought. So then I looked at the etymology of the English word oyster. This first appeared in Middle English via the Latin ostrea (and probably Norman French). The Latin word is derived from the Classical Greek ὄστρεον (ostreon), which is the origin of many words connected with bone, e.g. osteopath and ossuary. This is presumably because it was thought oyster shells were made of bone or at least bony in appearance.

Just for a laugh, here’s a mediaeval representation of an oyster from a Bestiary:

Incidentally, the Romans used ostrea for mussels as well as oysters. This reminds me of my first year at the Royal Grammar School in Newcastle when we had a history teacher whose name escapes me but whose initials – from and old school report I still have – were `BM’ and who possessed a strong Scottish accent. In the first year we learnt a little bit about the Roman invasion of Britain. BM explained that one of the reasons the Romans came to Britain was that they were looking for “perils”. Although confused, I wrote that down unquestioningly in my exercise book. After the lesson was over I asked a classmate about it and he told me the teacher had meant “pearls”. These were very prized in Rome, and there was a rumour circulating there that they were abundant in Britain. But not in oysters. Freshwater mussels were the source of the perils pearls. I guess the Romans used the same word anyway.

Meanwhile, back at the oysters, I find that the Old English (Anglo-Saxon) word is ostre. This might itself have been borrowed from the Latin, but we know that the ancient Britons were eating oysters long before the Romans arrived. In fact, there are shell middens dating back to the mesolithic period. It seemed to me quite possible, therefore, that the word oyster may predate Classical Latin, and even Greek. The similarity of the Gaelic and Anglo-Saxon words may be because they are both linked to Latin, but look at the word for oyster in other languages, German: Auster, Danish østers, Polish: ostryga, etc. Like words for many things with which Europeans have been familiar with for a very long time indeed, could this one have a proto-Indo-European root? I recently read a fascinating book about this and was captivated by the idea of some of our ancient ancestors, thousands of years ago, eating oysters and using a very similar word to describe them.

It seems it does, but the common ancestor is a word not meaning “oyster” directly but “bone”. The Sanskrit word for “bone” is अस्थि (ásthi), which convinces me of its Indo-European origins. It was perhaps the Greeks, or their ancestors, who first adapted this word to refer to an oyster as a “bony thing”.

Nobel Prize for Physics Speculation

Posted in Biographical, Science Politics, The Universe and Stuff with tags , on October 5, 2026 by telescoper

Just to mention the announcement of this year’s Nobel Prize for Physics will take place tomorrow (Tuesday, October 6th,2026). I must remember to make sure my mobile phone is fully charged so I can be easily reached, although I am likely to be lecturing when the announcement is made.

I do, of course, already have a Nobel Prize Medal of my own already, dating from 2006, when I was lucky enough to attend the prize-giving ceremony and banquet.

I was, however, a guest of the Nobel Foundation rather than a prizewinner, so my medal is made of chocolate rather than gold. I think after 20 years the chocolate is now inedible, but it serves as a souvenir of a very nice weekend in Stockholm! Sadly one of the Laureates whose award we were celebrating passed away recently.

Regular readers of this blog may recall that I called it correctly in 2022 when Alain Aspect, John F. Clauser and Anton Zeilinger won the Nobel Prize for Physics that year. I had, however, predicted them every year for many years until they won, and they won’t win it again, so I’ve probably shot my bolt.

I drew a blank in 2023 when “attosecond light pulses” were the topic and was completely wrongfooted when the 2024 Nobel Prize for Physics was awarded to John J. Hopfield and Geoffrey E. Hinton “for foundational discoveries and inventions that enable machine learning with artificial neural networks”. I didn’t see that one coming at all. Last year’s went to John Clarke, Michel H. Devoret and John M. Martinis “for the discovery of macroscopic quantum mechanical tunnelling and energy quantisation in an electric circuit”.

I really have no idea who will win it this year, but I’ll suggest that there’s still an outside chance for Michael Berry and Yakir Aharonov for their work on the geometric phase, although if they were going to win they would probably have done so by now.

Feel free to make your own predictions through the comments box below! To find out who the lucky winners you’ll have to wait for the announcement, around about 10.45 (UK/Irish time) on Tuesday morning. I’ll update this post when the wavefunction has collapsed.

Update: I’m not often right but I was wrong again.

I’m a little surprised to see this going to just one person, but there you are.

The Walkout

Posted in Biographical, Maynooth, Politics with tags , , , , on October 5, 2026 by telescoper

As it was foretold, members of the Irish Federation of University Teachers (IFUT) held a one-hour stoppage on Maynooth University campus today to mark World Teachers’ Day. The turnout was very good, helped by the reasonably nice weather. As well as speeches from members of IFUT, there were also contributions from the other Unions, Unite and Siptu as well as the Postgraduate Workers’ Organisation; the latter is not an officially-recognised trade union, but supports the dispute.

The next action will be a 24-hour stoppage on Wednesday 14th October. It was good to have the chance to discuss plans for picketing, etc, during today’s walkout.