Showing posts with label Toby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toby. Show all posts
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Bertie Boffin, James Clerk Maxwell and Toby
As well as meeting Horatio, I went to visit another very special Edinbugh dog last week.
This one is called Toby, and he sits at the foot of the eminent Scottish physicist James Clerk Maxwell - you can find the statue on George Street in Edinburgh's New Town.
WHAT!!!!???
You're not familiar with James Clerk Maxwell?
You certainly should be. What a good thing it is that Blogville has a resident Boffin. Let me explain.
About 150 years ago, James Clerk Maxwell developed the set of equations which unite electricity, magnetism and light into a single theoretical framework. Many scientists - not all of whom are Scottish Nationalists - consider his contributions to physics to be surpassed only by Newton and Einstein.
And what's more, he used his dog Toby as a sounding board for his ideas. (Maxwell was known for his 'social awkwardness' so perhaps no-one else would listen).
I have been imagining how those conversations went:
JCM: Toby, I have been thinking. Surely the force fields associated with electricity, magnetism and light are one and the same?
Toby: Yap.
JCM: Toby, I do believe that the relationship can be accurately expressed by the following set of equations. Are these not rather elegant?
Toby: Woof woof.
JCM: Toby, it strikes me that light must travel through space at a constant speed in the form of electromagnetic waves. Do you understand my point?
Toby: Woof-ly
JCM: Toby, in my down time from formulating classical electromagnetism I have, along with my colleague Boltzmann, been ruminating on the kinetic theory of gases, a productive line of enquiry too, wouldn't you say?
Toby: Zzzzzzzzzz.
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Sunday, 20 March 2011
Taking centre stage
My South African golden retriever friend Toby has been very busy recently, rehearsing for the part of Sandy in a school performance of 'Annie'.
Now, not wishing to blow my own trumpet, but I believe I can teach young Toby a thing or two about holding centre stage...
Alert readers will have spotted that I am not in my normal living room. No indeed, we have upgraded for the weekend. Do you like my new residence?
Now, not wishing to blow my own trumpet, but I believe I can teach young Toby a thing or two about holding centre stage...
Alert readers will have spotted that I am not in my normal living room. No indeed, we have upgraded for the weekend. Do you like my new residence?
There is another dog staying here too, called Max, and we have what are apparently known as 'dominance issues'.
I shall tell you more about this most interesting little holiday* at Inshriach House (near Aviemore) when I return to Aberdeen next week.
Meanwhile, Gail is saying "You've got to learn, Bertie, that it's not all about you."
But she's wrong about that, isn't she....?
*I have, of course, been continuing to work on my climate paper, in between other stuff..
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