The Drunkard’s Walk

There’s a mathematical formula scientists use called ‘the drunkard’s walk’ to determine how long a photon, emitted in the center of the sun, would take to make the journey to the outer surface. The random turns it makes on its way out are analogous to the random turns a drunkard makes while trying to get home from the bar.

In both cases, the distance traversed from the start is the typical step size times the square root of the number of steps taken. Factor in the length of time a typical step takes, and you have your answer.

For the photon, this works out to be thousands or possibly hundreds of thousands of years “bouncing around” in the sun before being spit out into space and ending up smacking into your eye at 6 trillion miles an hour about 8 minutes later. For the drunkard, it’s a bit messier of a problem with far more variables, but you get the idea.

I only wish I’d known about this back when I was that drunk staggering home. I could’ve explained to my poor wife that I was out there contributing to science for the betterment of all mankind — at which point her fist would’ve smacked into my eye at 6 trillion miles an hour, I’m sure.

–Photo by me

fishy deal

bring me an icehouse

a big pick-up truck

an auger and minnows

and plenty of luck

bring me a license

and fishing gear, too

gasoline, propane

and something to do

a six-pack of beer

and food, if you wish–

bring these to me

and i’ll bring you a fish

–photo by me

Snow, Snow, Go Away

Snow, snow, go away

Come again on Christmas Day

It looks as though I must delay

My plans to ride my bike today.

Snow, snow, disappear

Come again late in the year

For though I’m trying to persevere

I’ve really had it up to here.

–Photo by me

i will

i drive up to my favorite spot

for some serious stargazing,

and as my eyes adjust to the

inky blackness of the night,

i find myself suddenly on

the edge of a rocky crag,

hanging precariously over

a yawning, endless void–

the abyss of nothingness.

i want to cling to the world

for if i should lose my grip,

i might tumble into it;

in time, i know i will.

–photo by me