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Back to Barcelona

Posted in Barcelona, Biographical with tags , on May 3, 2024 by telescoper

So, after a brief sojourn in not-Barcelona, I am back in  Barcelona for what is not a Bank Holiday weekend. Wednesday 1st May was celebrated here with a public holiday as International Workers Day but, in the UK and Ireland, the May Day holiday is on Monday 6th (and in any case is not so much a workers’ holiday but a spring festival of much older origin.

Right now, just after 7.30pm, it is a pleasant 19°C here, a bit warmer than in Ireland. It seems, however, that there was torrential rain for much of the day on Monday. It rained so much in fact that there is even talk of the current drought restrictions being eased. Yesterday, my flight here was delayed by a mysterious weather event that temporarily closed the airport, although what had happened was never fully explained.

From now on, temperatures are forecast to rise steadily until the real heat of the summer arrives. I have this apartment until the end of June and, at some point soon, I have to decide how much longer to stay in Barcelona. My sabbatical lasts until the end of August, but the University is closed for that month, and I would probably find the heat intolerable then anyway. The question is whether to stay for July…

This month will be very busy, with some important results from Euclid coming out on 23rd May and a number of things related to that. Before all that, though, I’m going to have a drink or two on the terrace. There may not be a Bank Holiday coming, so it’s not a Long Weekend but it’s still a weekend!

About Sligo

Posted in Biographical with tags , , , , , on May 2, 2024 by telescoper

I’m no longer in the part of not-Barcelona known as Sligo (which is Sligeach in Irish) but here are some random pictures and a random video clip I took while I was there.

The Children of Men by P.D. James

Posted in Biographical, Literature with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2024 by telescoper

When I finished reading Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James I realized that there was one other book by the same author that I had never read, the dystopian thriller The Children of Men. I bought the above edition about five years ago, but the novel was first published in 1992.

The premise of this story, set in the (then future) 2021 is that, in 1995, for reasons unknown, the entire human race suddenly lost the ability to reproduce. The book makes no attempt to explain the origins of this mass infertility, and it is a conceit that I found very implausible, but I did manage to suspend my disbelief enough to engage with the author’s ideas about what a society without children might be like. That is basically what the first half of the book tries to do. It’s an interesting idea and what develops is not the kind of post-apocalyptic scenario that has been written about many times before.

In 2021 England is ruled by a dictator, called the Warden, by the name of Xan. He happens to be the cousin of the principal protagonist, Theo. The Powers That Be introduce the concept of a Quietus, at which elderly people are forced to commit mass suicide. A penal colony is set up on the Isle of Man where prisoners are dumped and left to fend for themselves. As the population ages, schools and colleges close, buildings are left to decay, and as numbers decrease people are forced to move to larger towns, the only places where services and utilities can be maintained.

One thing that struck me reading this in 2024 is that the author did not foresee any of the technological advances that were to occur between 1995 and 201. The existence of the internet or even mobile phones would have had significant implications for the plot.

The novel is split into two parts, Book 1 (Omega) and Book 2 (Alpha), and the first part is largely devoted to describing the decay and hopelessness of a society without children. I found it rather heavy-handed, with too much sermonizing. While Book 1 verges on a sort of allegory, no doubt inspired by the author’s own Christian faith, n Book 2 the story becomes a well-plotted thriller. After witnessing the horror of a Quietus, Theo joins a small group of dissidents based in Oxford who carry out a campaign to disrupt such events and think that Theo’s relationship to the Warden might be useful in effecting change at the top. As well as being Xan’s cousin, Theo used to work for Government as an adviser to the Warden.

The group is, however, rumbled and its members have to flee into the countryside. Along the way we find that one of their number, a woman by the name of Julian, is pregnant. Fortunately another member of the group, Miriam, is a midwife (although she obviously hasn’t practiced for 25 years). We learn the identify of the father of Julian’s child but not the reason why she has conceived when apparently nobody else on the planet can. Obviously the Alpha in the title of the second book refers to this child. I won’t say how it all finishes, except that the ending is ambiguous.

The fugitives-on-the-run part of the story in Book 2 is very well crafted and genuinely exciting, but the pregnancy adds yet another level of implausibility to a plot that seemed to me already very contrived. Although it is a page-turner I found it ultimately unsatisfying.

P.S. I understand there is a film based on the book, but I haven’t seen it.

Problematic Pollen

Posted in Barcelona, Biographical with tags , , , , on April 22, 2024 by telescoper

Four years ago, in the early months of the pandemic, back in April 2020 I wrote a post that mentioned an allergy I thought was due to tree pollen which I had noticed taking walks for exercise around the deserted Maynooth University campus. I hadn’t experienced such a thing before but didn’t know whether I had developed it in later life or whether I’d just never previously been exposed to the source. I did subsequently discover, by experimentation, that the culprit was oak pollen.

Well, for the last couple of weeks I have been suffering from a similar, but rather more severe, form of allergic reaction which I assumed was caused by tree pollen. This one doesn’t just provoke sneezing but also makes my eyes go red and watery. There are many trees of different types in the streets of Barcelona. For example, the road on which I live, Rambla de Catalunya, is lined with Lime trees (Linden); these don’t cause a reaction. Another common species is the Plane (Sycamore) and that’s OK for me too.

To identify the culprit I did some experiments similar to what I did four years ago. This wasn’t too difficult because particular streets seem to have been planted with particular trees. And so it came to pass that I soon identified the culprit, Quercus Ilex, of which there are few in places near me, including Passeig de Gràcia and Plaça de Catalunya, as seen here:

Quercus Ilex

Quercus Ilex is the botanical name for the Holm Oak (or Holly Oak), an evergreen member of Oak family in contrast to the English Oak (Quercus Robur) which is deciduous. So it seems that pollen of the genus Quercus produces a quirk of my immune system…

Mini-Heatwave

Posted in Barcelona, Biographical on April 15, 2024 by telescoper

If it was warm on Saturday it was even warmer on Sunday. I went for an afternoon walk down to the harbour but was unfortunately unable to remember which of the yachts is mine so instead of putting out to sea, I had an ice cream and returned home for a siesta.

Obviously 27°C isn’t really hot by the standards of Barcelona but it is only mid-April and the temperature at the weekend in some areas did get up to 29.1°C, which is the highest temperature in April since 1914. It was about 10°C higher at the weekend than last week. The forecast for this week is similar to last week, around 18°C

Enjoy the Eclipse, but watch out for the cosmologists and druids!

Posted in Biographical, The Universe and Stuff with tags , , , , , on April 7, 2024 by telescoper

Ahead of tomorrow’s total eclipse of the Sun visible from a large part of the USA, I can’t resist sharing this excerpt from The Times warning about the consequences of a mass influx of people to Cornwall for the total eclipse of the Sun that was visible on August 11th 1999, almost 25 years ago. No doubt there are similar things going around about tomorrow’s eclipse:

I did write a letter to the Times complaining that, as a cosmologist, I felt this was very insulting… to druids. They didn’t publish it.

Anyway, I did get to see the total solar eclipse of 1999, not from Cornwall (where it was overcast and rainy) but from the island of Alderney (one of the Channel Islands). There was quite a lot of cloud cover in the morning of the big event so I was expecting to be disappointed. Indeed, the very start of the eclipse was hidden by cloud and there were groans from the large crowd assembled to watch it. A few seconds later, however, the clouds parted and we got a wonderful view. I remember very well that it seemed to get much colder during totality and an eery wind started to blow. Another thing is that all the birds thought it was night already and started to roost, although it was only around 11am.

You might think astronomers would be a bit indifferent to eclipses because they are well understood and totally predictable. But to experience an eclipse in person has a very powerful effect (or did on me anyway). We may be scientists but we don’t respond entirely rationally to everything. Nor should we.

Here’s a (not very good) scan of a (slightly damaged) picture from that eclipse:

Anyway, tomorrow (i.e. 8th April 2024) the total solar eclipse crosses North America with parts of 15 states able to view it: the eclipse will first appear along Mexico’s Pacific Coast at around 11:07 a.m. PDT, then travel across a swath of the U.S., from Texas to Maine, and into Canada. About 31.6 million people live in the path of totality. The path will range between 108 and 122 miles wide. An additional 150 million people live within 200 miles of the path of totality.

Do make the effort to see it if you can. It’s a remarkable experience that will live long in your memory. But watch out for the cosmologists and druids!

L’aigua no cau del cel

Posted in Barcelona, Biographical with tags , , on March 26, 2024 by telescoper

It has rained more in the past 24 hours in Barcelona than it did in the three months I spent here before Christmas. In fact it rained so hard last night that it woke me up. More precipitation is forecast in the next few days too, but it will take a lot more than a few days of rain to fill up the empty reservoirs. The drought emergency is still a thing and water restrictions are still in force.

I’m doing my bit for the situation by only drinking wine.

Diumenge de Rams

Posted in Barcelona, Biographical with tags , , , on March 24, 2024 by telescoper

Walking about yesterday I noticed that, not far from my apartment, on the Rambla de Catalunya, there was a street market offering a variety of curious merch. I was a bit confused until I realized that today is Palm Sunday, which is Domingo de Ramos in Spanish or Diumenge de Rams in Catalan; both mean “Sunday of Branches”. The long branches, some festooned with sweets and/or ribbons, are meant to be held by boys, while girls carry the smaller stems with intricate woven crosses. There is a procession called La Borriquita (“The Little Donkey”) which goes around the town today. It involves a statue rather than a real donkey, in case you were wondering.

Palm Sunday marks the start of Holy Week (Semana Santa), leading up to Easter Sunday, which lies on March 31st this year. There are no lectures for students next week at the University of Barcelona, though I believe the Faculty of Physics will remain open up to Thursday; Good Friday (Viernes Santa) is a public holiday, as is Monday. I think these holidays are more strictly observed here than in Ireland; most stores are closed on Sundays anyway, and this will be even more the case on Easter Sunday. Having said that, Barcelona is by no means the most religious Spanish city. I have been in Spain at Easter a few times before, and the ceremonies vary considerably from place to place, some sombre and some celebratory.

In practical terms this all means that I have to remember to get some serious shopping in on Thursday. Although stores will be open on Saturday, I think they will be very busy!

A Casa a Barcelona

Posted in Architecture, Barcelona, Biographical with tags , , on March 23, 2024 by telescoper

It’s Saturday morning, and this week has been very busy and stressful, mostly for reasons that I can’t blog about, but it helped yesterday to come back to my very pleasant top-floor apartment on the Rambla de Catalunya to have a glass or several of wine on the terrace and enjoy the lovely weather. It reached 22°C yesterday afternoon, and my flat gets the sun most of the day.

I chose the angle for the second pic carefully, as a lady on the side of the street had obviously done her laundry recently and hung the smalls out to dry. I thought it would be indelicate to photograph them.

When the apartment was refurbished recently they took down the ceiling to reveal some interesting brickwork with the distinctive red clay that features in many buildings; the bricks are often covered with decorative ceramic tiles in a style called Bóveda Catalana in Spanish (Volta Catalana in Catalan), but along with the bare brickwork on the wall, this is a much plainer look.

You can see the mortar which attached the false ceiling removed during the refurbishment.

Anyway, if you want to know roughly where I am, it is just one block away from the Casa Batlló. I took the picture on the left last September but the crowds outside queuing to get in are apparently a perennial feature as you can see from the picture on the right I took today.

Anyway, I’m determined to relax today so will now go for a stroll, and do some shopping in preparation for cooking dinner tonight.

Don’t call me FRAS

Posted in Biographical, Open Access with tags , , , , on March 22, 2024 by telescoper

Some time ago I mentioned on this blog that I was resigning my Fellowship of the Institute of Physics as a consequence of the IOP’s blatant dishonesty over its publication policy. In a subsequent post giving further details of my fundamental disagreements with IOP Publishing’s profiteering, I stated that

I will decide in the next few days whether or not to resign also from the Royal Astronomical Society for the same reason.

After giving the matter a lot of thought, I have indeed now decided to resign my Fellowship of the Royal Astronomical Society, of which I have been a Fellow since 1990. The main reason for this decision is that I feel it would be inconsistent to remain FRAS after resigning as FInstP when I have the same problem with both institutions, i.e. the way they fund themselves through exploitative publishing practices.

Here is the email I sent to the Royal Astronomical Society earlier today.

Dear Membership Officer,

After much deliberation about the new policy of the Royal Astronomical Society to charge exorbitant fees for publishing in its journals (especially Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society), I have decided that I cannot in good conscience remain a member of a society that funds itself this way. I therefore resign my Fellowship of the Royal Astronomical Society with immediate effect. Kindly remove me from your membership list. I have cancelled the Direct Debit relating to my subscription.

Regards,

Peter Coles

Other, subsidiary, reasons for resignation include the expense, and the fact that Astronomy & Geophysics, the house magazine of the RAS, one of the few direct benefits of membership, even if it doesn’t have a crossword, only ever arrives in Ireland 6-8 weeks late (if it arrives at all). In any case, since I now live in Ireland, it is much more appropriate for me to participate in the activities of the Astronomical Society of Ireland than the Royal Astronomical Society, which is a UK institution.

As I am no longer a Fellow of the Royal Astronomical Society, I am no longer eligible to remain a member of the RAS Dining Club, of which I have been a member for 15 years, so I have resigned from that too. It has been in any case difficult and expensive for me to attend the dinners since I moved to Ireland. No more dinners at the Athenaeum for me!