astroberries Astrophysics and huckleberries.
Wes Janssen.

A walk in the cosmos.

"I delight to come to my bearings - not walk in procession ... in a conspicuous place,
- but to walk even with the Builder of the universe."
- Henry David Thoreau

coyote canyon

streams in the desert.
wolves on a wild shoreline.
the deep, icy sky at night.

fragments from my journey among the stars*.

"As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds is as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins."
- Albert Schweitzer

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. * journey among the stars? precisely. since the advent of isaac newton, and his nemesis gottfried wilhelm leibniz, it has been apparent that there is no such thing as a physical body truly at absolute rest (don't confuse this with the idea of getting a good night's sleep). in truth, philosophers have understood this for more than 2,000 years, even though it was only canonized as an undisputed axiom of physical science in the day of einstein. as our planet travels around the sun, the sun journeys around our galaxy and our galaxy does a gravitational waltz with the other galaxies of the local group, which travels across our expanding universe. so long as there is no abrupt change in our motion, we might not notice our state of motion, yet we all journey amongst the stars. captain kirk and luke skywalker are pretend star trekkers, you and i are the real thing...

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ever hear a science fiction fan triumphantly pronounce that "the science fiction of today is the science of tomorrow"? for the most part, it's not a demonstrably reasonable statement. the science fiction of today is an entertainment product containing very little appeal to the analytical mind**, and the science-fiction of tomorrow will look a great deal like the science fiction of today.
** (as an example consider those nifty sound effects when a starship fires its 'photon torpedoes' or when a starship is blown up. in the absence of a medium to conduct sound waves, as is the case in space, there is no sound. i mean no offense to the reader who enjoys sci-fi, and who at this point may be protesting -- "lighten-up, it's just fantasy, just fun stuff." i have nothing against fun [per se]. fun is fun. for some fans however, it seems that science-fiction is embraced as an alternative science and as a philosophical footing. i just have fun pointing out that this is quite silly. and in that vein, i continue to have fun...)

ever see a star trek tv show where the chief engineering officer informs the captain that the starship enterprise has lost power and therefore has "stopped dead" in space? perhaps the engineer should enroll in a high school physics class. newton knew three hundred years ago that if the starship enterprise were cruising at 'warp factor 2', [ignoring that his skeptical mind would demand to know exactly what a warp factor is] and its engines lost all power, it would continue to move in uniform motion until something with sufficient mass or energy changed its motion. einstein's relativity informs us that at no time could the enterprise, or any other physical object, actually be motionless. this concept is not an esoteric abstraction, it is easily demonstrated: let us suppose that the starship has been described as having "stopped dead" in intergalactic space. we must ask -- stopped dead relative to what? if the position of the craft is not changing relative to a given galaxy, or other object (and this is the only way in which the engineer and captain might perceive the craft as having come to a stop), this means that the starship's trajectory and velocity are identical to this object -- this object which is not at rest, rather it is moving away from or toward each of the universe's hundred billion plus galaxies. when our captain asks his navigator to check the craft's position relative to another object, he will find that the starship is either tending toward this object or away from it and is not "stopped dead" in space.
(okay, you're not so sure. "what about the 'constellations'," you ask. "they've been 'there' for ages," you say. but 'there' is, of course, relative. these local stars actually move along vectors highly similar to our Earthly journey through space. more distant objects seem not to move because of the distance involved and the insensitivity of casual observation).

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warP Factor: while special relativity's "cosmic speed limit" describes obvious impediments to our space-cowboy heroes, even more daunting and fundamental difficulties arise if we are willing to apply a reasonable degree of skeptical thought to the question of who these guys are. mr spock and darth vader have some explaining to do... just what do they know about those little silvery guys that crashed near roswell? hmmm... click here to dig deeper.


. i am presently developing ideas for this site. it will have a focus on quantum and astronomical physics, wildlife and wilderness conservation, philosophy, theology, logic, and good non-fiction reading, because these are my interests... the meditations and considerations of one infinitely more impressed with the majestic doings of God than the small, desperate doings of man.

. it is my desire to promote an honest, broad skepticism (by which I mean merely a methodological skepticism, not a dogmatic skepticism which is ultimately self-contradictory). should you examine my writings about issues of science and philosophy, i hope that this broad skepticism is apparent. first and last, an honest skepticism must examine itself. in the absence of this self examination, all so-called skepticism and so-called "thinking" is a fog of self deception. the 'cutting edge' of our advancing knowledge is also the border to the great realm of our ignorance. as the old truism states -- the more i know, the more i know what i don't know. yet we cannot say that all is uncertain, for such a statement is logically self-contradictory. Solomon said, "whoever loves instruction loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid." well said. let us then resist stupidity as best we can.

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"A person starts to live when he can live outside himself."
- Albert Einstein

"Is not the absence of inwardness also lunacy?"
- Soren Kierkegaard

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contemplating coniferae, considering corvidae, conjoining with cactaceae. oooo, that's gonna leave a mark ... click on the roadrunner to traverse the mountainsides and deserts of my "big backyard"...

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photos on this page: Coyote Canyon and Sheep Canyon Creek, Anza-Borrego Desert, San Diego County, California. Kayaking in Clayoquot Sound, western Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Killer whales (orca), San Juan Islands, Washington.

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NOTE: Most, although not all, of the content of this website was assembled circa 1999, give or take a year or so. Sadly, as of November 2003, some information about San Diego County, found in this content, has been relegated to history by the most massive wildfire in California history. In fact, several massive wildfires.

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wes: semi-defined.
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ex nihilo.
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killer whales

"As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way." - Jack Handy, Deep Thoughts

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