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I went to the most terrifying place in the world today: the dental clinic. I’d woken up this morning with a sharp pain under my right lower jaw and, soon enough, I realised it was time to get rid of the wisdom tooth – a divorce I’d been putting off for a few months for fear of the pain. I’d had five teeth extracted as a kid about 15 years ago, and the last of these teeth had been plucked out shortly after the local anaesthetic had stopped working. The trauma of that incident has stayed with me, and resurfaced in full glory this morning.

I made an appointment via Practo at a clinic nearby – the reviews seemed nice – and got there at 12 pm. I met with Dr B, who seemed really nice and didn’t offer any gratuitous advice when I told her I smoke. I liked her immediately. We took a quick X-ray and I was told that my wisdom tooth on the right had to go, and right away because an infection had developed around it. I told Dr B about my traumatic experience having teeth pulled. She promised me she’d keep it completely painless. And she did.

But where she failed – and where most doctors I think would fail – is in making her patient feel less dehumanised. As soon as the X-ray was taken, she began to correspond with another doctor in the room in hushed tones about what was going on with my tooth. Their dialogue was speckled with strange terms, and I couldn’t tell the difference between when they were talking about my teeth and when they were talking about the shape of my jaw. But I surmised it wasn’t looking good.

I had to interject repeatedly to ask what the X-ray was showing. If I didn’t ask, they wouldn’t bother. Even when the extraction procedure was about to begin, I was asked to recline, various implements were thrust into my mouth and a nurse stood on standby. “If you want me to stop for any reason, just raise your hand,” Dr B said. Just as she was about to poke a pointy thing into my mouth, I raised my hand. She was surprised. I asked what it is that they were going to do. She answered, and then it began.

I learnt later that my tooth’s roots were strong, so the damned thing had to be broken up first and then removed piece by piece. The procedure 15 years ago had involved just one implement – a tool I’ve always called the Motherfucker. Dr U had plunged with it into my mouth, used it to wrangle with the misbehaving tooth and, after a few seconds, pull it out. This time, with Dr B, the motherfucker only showed up 45 minutes after we’d started, and in two avatars. Motherfucker I was the cow horns #23 forceps and Motherfucker II was somewhat like a lower anterior forceps.

We had started off at 12.10 pm with two syringes of a local anaesthetic, topping it off an hour later with a third. I was told the one side of my mouth would go numb. “You won’t feel any pain, you will just feel the pressure of my hands as I’m working,” Dr B said. But somewhere after the third syringe, I lost any ability to tell apart pain and pressure. I was lost in my head, flipping through scenes from old Tamil movies looking for anything with a dentist in it. Nothing. Annoyingly enough, the scene that showed up most vividly, and repeatedly, in my mind was Andy Serkis singing ‘Don’t hurt me’ to Martin Freeman, a scene from Black Panther.

Around 1.15 pm, Dr B stepped away from my face, shaking her head in exasperation. Her colleague stepped closer, asking what had happened, while the nurse – who was also the cleaning lady at the clinic – stepped closer to peer into my mouth, a big smile on her face. Dr B said then, “This is a bone-cutting case.”

What.

The fuck.

Did you just say?

As it is, I have very little idea about whatever is going on. The grotesque zircon-tipped tools passing in and out of my mouth aren’t helping me calm down. (One of them, called a Couplands elevator, is what I’m going to call the Little Motherfucker.) The doctor in general doesn’t feel compelled to tell her patient what it is that she’s doing, leaving me to guess for myself. And the one thing that’s said out loud, sans any prompt, is that I’m a “bone-cutting case”. Wonderful. Obviously, right then, I couldn’t stop thinking about The Bone Collector.

After a new set of tools had been assembled and Dr B bent down to inspect the tooth, I raised my hand. She looked at me, I smiled, she smiled back, and explained: “There’s a hard layer of bone around the tooth that I’ll have to cut before I can extract the tooth.” I nodded in satisfaction. The nurse swiftly introduced a suction pipe and began to drip saline solution from a needle onto the tooth, Dr B planted wads of cotton in my cheek and placed a bite my teeth on the left, and we got started again – this time, with a drill called Bone Cutter (by everyone). As it raged against my tooth with noises like R2D2 was being tortured, it felt like the industrial revolution was happening inside my skull, replete with the Kafkaesque style of oppression.

At the end of two hours, my tooth had been chipped into four pieces, each then scraped-and-plucked out in a bloody mess. I don’t know if I was billed for the gloves but I knew they had been changed thrice. Dr B’s hands were trembling as she sutured the wound. Once she was done, her colleague patted her on the back with a triumphant smile. “Well done,” she said, “you handled the case very well.” The case wasn’t pleased to hear this but was glad that it was over all the same.

Doctor-to-patient communication plays an important role in reminding physicians that their wards are people just like themselves. When it isn’t there, it signals that the doctor doesn’t think the patient needs to know. This in turn makes it harder for people to make decisions, and more generally retain their sense of agency because they don’t have the information necessary to act rationally (from the doctor’s POV). Another way this problem reared its head today was in the form of pain. Most of the time, Dr B would heed my raised hand and pause for a minute or so, but every now and then, when she was nearing the end of a step of action, my raised hand would only draw a “Just hang in there”. So the trauma from 15 years ago hangs in there, too.

The silver lining is that I will likely not have to undergo this hell again.

“Nature is Lovecraftian” … is it? The literature of H.P. Lovecraft in freaky, at odds with the more conventional, less morally degenerate canon of English literary fiction irrespective of the period from which the latter is selected. To say “nature is Lovecraftian” is to extend to zoologia the out-of-place characteristic we associate with Lovecraft’s characters and their plots. This is not fair. Many would think to say “nature is Lovecraftian” is to profoundly underestimate what an animal is capable of because underestimation is the source of Lovecraft’s surprise, and they would miss the point. Nature surprises us not because we usually expect very little from it but because we continually choose to obsess over the “more” normal, whatever that is, and sideline the existence of the “less”. It is not the surprise of underestimation – which fiction has always been better at mustering – but the surprise of ignorance.

Of course, given two sets N and A (for normal and abnormal behaviour), N will always be larger than A by definition. That is also how we would approach surprise: to find a member of A in N. One could argue that nature is indeed Lovecraftian because it also abides by the rule that N > A. However, I would disagree in that we have no means to prove this because, beyond statistical considerations and even subjectivity, nature is herself the architect of the human sense of beauty. We can only find in nature that which we are already looking for; our composition of the sets N and A will be guided by nature’s hand. Instead, it might be more fruitful to escape the biases of the human condition – perhaps by taking recourse through the scientific method – and arrive at the inevitable conclusion that animals do what they have to do to get their meal, and that we frequently only encounter and remember those that go about their lives in routines that we approve of.

It is no mistake whatsoever to attempt to literalise nature in terms of anthropocentric qualities, but it might be one to liken our relationship with nature to the human psyche’s definitive relationship with Lovecraft’s stories. Perhaps… is nature Doylean?

I watched Black Panther again today. Two things came to mind.

First: When by the end of the film T’Challa and Wakanda realise that they can’t keep their technology a secret anymore, it is – among many things – an act of taking charge of their nation’s narrative. By doing so, T’Challa and his advisers ensure that others may not tell Wakanda’s story in a way the state does not wish to be told. This is valuable advice, especially for the Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO). This organisation’s exploits are blown out of proportion more often than any other governmental institution in India, except perhaps the Army’s. However, ISRO’s dysfunctional public outreach enterprise has never raised a finger against those who would misrepresent its activities or intentions. It must do so, and take charge of the narrative so that those less informed don’t.

Second: In the first half of the film, Erik Stevens (later, N’Jadaka) casually reveals that he has spiked the coffee being sipped by the curator of a museum in London. In most English and Tamil films till date, the nitty-gritty of heists are spelled out to the audience by featuring the scenes in which each step of the heist was performed. However, Black Panther doesn’t bother, probably because it is not a heist film but largely because it could bank on its audience to piece together what might have happened, and for which it could thank all the heist films released thus far (esp. the Ocean’s trilogy). From my POV, the film used ‘tell’, not ‘show’ – which is, coming from a journalist, a bad way to write a story – to good effect. The first Tamil film I saw that was similarly innocuous about the details of its caper was Aayirathil Oruvan (‘One man in a thousand’), 2010.

A wide swath of fundamental physics and chemistry is defined by the pursuit of the ground state. Since we began elucidating the structure of the atom in the 1910s, much of what we know about how particles, quasiparticles and molecules behave can be described by a desire among each of these entities to lose all the energy that they can in the given circumstances and simply exist with the bare minimum. This is why the ground state is both an illuminating and fascinating object of study: the former because it is what particles are always tending towards and the latter because it is the ultimate destiny of the ergic constituents of our world, symbolising a kind of particulate amor fati. The ground state is the home to which all matter seeks to return; by studying the home and the forces that keep it, we can explain to a large extent the nature of the things that want to return there.

“The ground state is interesting because small excitations above it are what we effectively mean by (quasi)particles,” says Madhusudhan Raman, a theoretical physicist. “That is, when you find the right variables in which to study small excitations of the ground state, you have understood your physical system perturbatively.”

For example, the electrons around an atomic nucleus are forbidden from occupying the same… the same what? “Might I suggest an analogy?” Raman butts in. “Electrons are like home-owners: they may live in the same town, or even on the same street, but no two electrons live together. That is the exclusion principle.” And all the electrons in an atom are concentric vis-a-vis the atomic nucleus. By asking why they would do this when they could all simply journey around the nucleus in an orbit that affords them the lowest energy possible, we come upon the work of Wolfgang Pauli, Paul Dirac, Enrico Fermi, among others. By wondering if other particles in other systems are subjugated similarly, we come upon the work of Satyendra Nath Bose and Albert Einstein, among others.

Why, fast-forward to 2011, when the Higgs boson was discovered because the unstable amount of energy it embodied ‘decayed’ into clumps of lighter, long-lived and so more observable particles. If particles didn’t behave this way, the Large Hadron Collider would be completely useless – nor would we have had last week’s exciting blazar neutrino discovery.

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A choice example from the realm of physics is the superconductor, which – as we all know – is a material that can conduct an electric current with zero resistance. One way to explain this phenomenon is by taking recourse through BCS theory, which imagines the electrons in a superconductor to have joined up in specific circumstances to form so-called Cooper pairs, effectively getting transformed from being fermions of higher energy to bosons of lower energy. And bosons are exempt from Pauli’s exclusion principle, free to form a phase of matter called the condensate at low temperatures. This condensate sea of electrons is what conducts the electricity. “This, incidentally, is a good example of finding the right ground state,” Raman said.

Superconductors are comparable to time crystals, a hypothetical crystal whose particulate constituents would be in motion in their ground state. The principle difference between them is that time crystals exhibit the spontaneous breaking of time-translation symmetry (as explained here), whereas superconductors don’t. However, superconductors are still cooler – not least for their befuddling variety and their involvement in kooky experiments to uncover anomalous quantum effects and ‘artificial’ particles.

Unfortunately, all these materials and their properties are very difficult to engineer and then observe in action. In most cases, the observation itself consists of watching numbers on a screen or reading pre-recorded data. Compare this to how exciting it would be to observe an object oscillating between either sides of its ground state in a classical setting. Of course, this also would be hard to engineer because the object would have to act against gravity, which takes a lot of work, which in turn takes a lot of energy (think of Newton’s cradle). Perhaps it can be made to work if we went just a little smaller, unto a scale where the object is heavy enough to be affected by gravity but also light enough to be affected by one of the other fundamental forces, preferably in the form of a controllable electrochemical reaction.

This is somewhat the case with the mercury heartbeat experiment. Place a drop of mercury in a small pool of acid with an iron nail at a short distance from the drop. The acid strips off electrons from the mercury atoms it comes in contact with, ionising them and forcing them to repel each other. This causes the mercury drop to flatten out – and make contact with the iron nail. The nail has enough negative electrochemical potential, i.e. functions as an anode, to deionise the mercury atoms and cause them to pull themselves together again thanks to surface tension. As a result, the drop de-flattens into a sphere-like shape, loses contact with the iron nail and starts the cycle all over again.

Last week, scientists from China announced that they’d done something similar with liquid gallium – but with more interesting effect. They filled a petri dish with sodium hydroxide, placed 50-150 microlitres of liquid gallium at its centre and then set up a graphite fence around it. The fence would act like the nail in the mercury experiment if it was positively charged with a DC current. When the dish was tilted slightly, the gallium flowed down towards the fence and came in contact. Its surface became electrified, i.e. gallium atoms lost electrons to become ions, and the surface tension vanished. As the drop spread out over the incline for more of it to come in contact with the fence, the amount of electrification also increased, eventually causing the liquid and the fence to repel each other so much that the former moved back up the incline – cutting contact, reacting with the base to regain electrons, restoring surface tension and flowing back down the incline.

It is an abusive relationship. The liquid gallium is forced to oscillate between being a droplet at the centre of the dish and being a pancake in contact with the fence, whereas all it would like to do is not have the incline and just lounge on its basic bed. Sadly, it is not going to have its paradise anytime soon because the Chinese team found that the gallium’s ‘heartbeat’ movement up and down the incline could be controlled by the amount of DC current supplied – whereas the mercury’s ‘heartbeat’ throb couldn’t be controlled by the iron nail. In their paper, the Chinese group writes,

A comparatively special feature of the gallium-based liquid oscillator is that the electrochemistry allows the beating to be activated or deactivated just using an applied DC voltage. … Without the applied voltage, the drop docks with the inner side of the electrode due to the electrode inclination. The voltage causes the drop to self-actuate and a stable periodic motion is obtained soon afterward. … The oscillations stop after the voltage is removed. The motion can end abruptly; although in some cases, slower irregular beats persist for a few more cycles after the voltage is removed, indicating stored charges on the drop. Despite some background mechanical vibrations in the apparatus, the liquid metal itself shows a behaviour that is self-correcting and self-regulating, governed by a well-defined characteristic frequency… This indicates that the phenomena occur at a steady-state frequency that is relatively robust against mechanical perturbations.

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Numerous reports (listed below) have appeared on the web discussing the potential of this gallium pulse to power robot muscles of the future – which is to reduce the quasi-sublime beauty of what is happening here to the pithiness of a battery, and move on. But don’t move on just yet.

The transmission of forces and the progression of a phenomenon happens faster in the quantum realm than in the classical one. Moreover, the phenomena also seem ‘cleaner’ in that there is no arbitrary, anthropogenic intervention apart from the preservation of certain state variables. For example, maintaining a cryogenic temperature is necessary for a superconductor to come to life – but the performance of superconductivity does not demand continuous human intervention in the form of, say, an iron nail or an electrified graphite fence.

Of course, superconductors are a cherry-picked example, possibly even a flawed one because the line between human intervention and the need to preserve a functionally conducive environment vanishes completely in many other examples. One is the discovery last year of Majorana modes in a topological superconductor: the material in question does not exist in nature, is almost impossible to create by accident and can only be built by an intelligent species. Given this, did the scientists discover the Majorana modes or did they invent them?

Classical examples, on the other hand, don’t present such conundra, at least not as often as their quantum counterparts do. It is easier when gravity lords over the other fundamental forces to tell apart natural occurrences from synthesised ones – just as easily as one can differentiate between greatness and transcendentalism. To illustrate how, consider two objects that behave strangely at or near their ground states: the Cooper pairs condensate and the liquid gallium/sodium hydroxide/graphite ensemble. The condensate has zero viscosity and can keep flowing forever. There is here a deeper alteration of the substance’s nature, so much so that the essence of the sum is not the essence of its parts. But this is not so with liquid gallium, which in comparison is dramatic prose but prosaic nonetheless.

The implicit inferiority of the gallium and mercury examples is further borne out by the introduction of an incline and a nail. The petri dish had to be inclined at some angle to kickstart the experiment, the nail had to positioned at a short distance from the droplet to jumpstart the throbbing. Such considerations are arbitrary – and they’re arbitrary because their precision is inconsequential. Perhaps the petri dish could be tilted at 45º if enough current is supplied to the graphite corral. Perhaps the iron nail could be placed 10 cm away from the mercury if there is enough mercury and enough electrolyte. However, a superconductor just won’t superconduct above its critical temperature, no matter how many electrons are available or what the shape of the material is.

There is a fragility that makes mathematical order easier to summon, and behold, out of the chaos of reality, a sort of principled existence that draws sharper lines between ground states and excited states in a way that gravity never aspires to in its stabler demesne. This is certainly one reason why we choose to be interested in quantum mechanics even as we keep our didactic metaphors in the classical domain. The quantum offers the asymptotically perfect realisation of natural beauty and the classical offers a crude grammar to translate between physics and aesthetics. The ground state, of course, is the pursuit that unites them both.

The Wire
July 21, 2018

(I can speak only for myself here) I certainly seem to be needing a monthly reminder that to focus on pure science as a journalist is not in any way an abdication of one’s responsibilities as a citizen of India. The more forceful the reminder – i.e. the stronger the argument made – the longer it lingers in memory, in my consciousness, but these days its lifespan seems limited to 30 days at best.

Why is this reminder necessary? As people involved with an industry founded on the pursuit of truth, it’s important to know that what we’re doing (individually) is relevant and in the public interest. This compulsion frequently, and easily, supersedes personal interest.

This morning, I wanted to write about dynamic equilibrium in a droplet of liquid gallium trapped on a positively charged graphite ring. I thought it was cool – but there was the overwhelming sense that I could be spending my time and words better. And if you read the newspaper every day, you know better is applied science, science policy, administration, women in STEM, higher ed, public/private GERD, research misconduct, faculty hiring, IoEs, etc.

It’s very difficult to hold in your mind the importance of being interested in and even focusing on fundamental research when there is very little, if any, public dialogue or even public interest in/on it.

If you broach it, there will be zero immediate validation. It will always be contested, by the people and many scientists alike. A debate like this may be good in the bigger scheme of things – but in the absence of any sort of go-to resource to top up your conviction with on this line of argument, support for non-applied science remains islanded, devoid of opportunities for consensus. In other words, there is NIL institutional motivation to writing about non-applied scientific research.

I’ve personally grown tired of resorting to complex arguments about research always paying off in the long run to convince people that it’s important. History and economics together make nuanced suggestions about the “right” course of action but their careful study is like the climate, whereas I’m talking about the weather here.

One kind of argument that works with Left liberals who say “we have finite resources and we should put them to best possible use” is to offend their intellectual desire to negate the Modi govt’s policies. So I reply: “we have finite resources because the govt isn’t investing enough, and you choosing to ‘spend it wisely’ is no different from buckling under pressure, preparing to legitimise govt underspending by letting it affect your actions”.

Obviously this isn’t an objectively good argument because it only works when the govt and one particular political class is vehemently at odds. Instead, what we need is an ‘all-weather’ argument that works irrespective of one’s moralities. In my (new) case, that argument is “BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING COOL!”

It’s clearly not the best argument, it’s not even independent of my morals, etc., but it’s the argument that I need to just work. And by all means it should because what’s life without “wow”? I also realise my privilege here in that I’m a full-time science journalist with incredible freedom about what I write on. But somehow this acknowledgment feels similar to expecting one to thank nutjobs for not lynching you to death.

Then again, I’m also uncomfortable with being given a responsibility to make people go “wow” all the time. I would edit the mandate to say – as @anilananth said – “You’re on science’s side”, and add “while ‘wow’ is good, it’s the road to ‘wow’ that’s really cool.”

I hope you’ll quickly see a meta-problem here. If you ask any journalist as to why covering politics is important, the minimum viable answer is “Because.” Ask them why writing about ‘heartbeats’ in gallium is important, and it’s not just “Because.” It’s always something longer, and deliverable in full only to someone who already professes interest and has time. So in other words, I need a reason to write about non-applied science whose labour cost-of-rationalisation is comparable to that for politics or business journalism.

On Twitter today, @thattai published a short thread about how framing the ‘debate’ about cellphone radiation harming biological tissue between ionising and non-ionising radiation is not a good idea because even non-ionising radiation (called so for its inability to strip electrons from atoms) can precipitate biochemical effects by interacting with energy reservoirs in the body.

Although he tried to be extra-careful and repeated that he’s said in his thread that studies thus far have been inconclusive, his last tweet advised people against sleeping with their phones close to their heads. At this point, @avinashtn intervened with interesting consequence. @avinashtn said that until scientists were able to come to a definitive (in a relative sense of the term) conclusion, guiding lay people towards a certain course of action was very risky – especially, in his view, if the course would cause them to fear cellphone radiation.

This is obviously a legitimate concern and a major part of the modern scientific zeitgeist: even when scientists have been able to reach consensus over the safety of X or Y product, people have feared that product because they have effectively been taught to do so. Examples include GMO, vaccines and bisphenol. The opposite is also true, such as with (some instances of) climate change communication, fats and – what has been my go-to case study thus far – cellphone radiation. That bad news spreads faster on the social media doesn’t help.

However, in a time when entire sections of scientific inquiry are under scrutiny for their empirical methods and conclusions, scepticism threatens to transform into its more villainous avatar: cynicism. While constantly questioning whether X or Y is no longer safe or unsafe is what will enable us to keep up with the times, we will allow doubts to consume us instead of the firmer footing of belief (and faith) if scepticism becomes cynicism.

In other words, by advocating wariness – as @thattai wishes to do with cellphone radiation – or non-wariness – as @avinashtn wishes to do – we seem to be at a crossroads that will determine the level of public trust in science, particularly in the time of the replication crisis but also (rather more importantly) lesser research funding, weaker public institutions and diminishing instruments to ensure public accountability.

Extrapolating further, it will be interesting to explore how the rise of nationalism around the world has transformed the place of doubt in our daily lives. And even further: to ask what history can teach us about the place of inconclusiveness in society such that we can moderate its place in the public psyche and increase trust in science.

For now, I stand against being wary of cellphone radiation, but I hope a broader view of science and scepticism over space and time can provide a more substantial – and unavoidably nuanced – answer about what would be the better position to take.

Featured image: Straphangers on a train looking intently into their phones. Credit: Hugh Han/Unsplash.

There was an announcement from CERN on June 20 that I’d wanted to cover, missed it and which – to my zero surprise – no one else covered either. For the first time, two Asian schools have won CERN’s annual Beamline for Schools competition. The winning students will visit the French mega-lab later this year to conduct physics experiments at the lab’s facilities and present their results.

The schools were R.N. Podar School, Mumbai, and the International School of Manila, Philippines. The Indian group’s experiment – called ‘Cryptic Ontics’ – involves the following, according to a CERN statement:

The “Cryptic Ontics” team consists of 9 boys and 9 girls. A core team of 9 students will visit CERN to study the deflection of protons and electrons in a magnetic field. By studying the interaction between charged particles and a magnetic field in the lab, the team hopes to learn about the anomalies in the Earth’s magnetic field as a function of the variance of the cosmic ray detection rate.

I don’t entirely understand this but hopefully I can find out soon. The Filipino effort is equally interesting: the students from Manila want to find out how radiation other than X-rays could be used to study cancers in the human body, for starters by irradiating pions into artificial tissue.

It’s really heartening that such things are happening and equally disheartening that they don’t receive mainstream press coverage. It’s not that the media won’t cover what school students are doing – journalists have highlighted ridiculous claims by young hacks in the past (see here and here, e.g.) – but that it has displayed an unusual knack for staying away from the legitimate, and legitimately good, stuff.

It isn’t tempting to write about Elon Musk in that it is easy but in that it is an event that few thought we could witness live: a successful businessman letting his inner recklessness show. Yes, I’m accusing Musk of something as simple as lacking composure – but sadly for him, even though all he’s done is open a window into his mind, its occupants are unsavoury. It is tempting to write about Musk because we can for once stop speculating about how it is that Silicon Valley entrepreneurs cut from the same cloth as Musk and Peter Thiel think, and take a break from amassing piles of secondhand, implicative evidence. Now we have proof – and an opportunity to characterise the psyche of this odiously powerful class of world society.

For the uninitiated: Vern Unsworth was one of the expert divers who helped rescue the young Thai football team and its coach from the cave they had been trapped in. In an interview published over the weekend, he called Musk’s offer to help with a small submarine a “PR stunt”. Musk responded on Twitter with an ad hominem, calling Unsworth a “pedo”, short for pedophile, and following it up with “Bet ya a signed dollar it’s true”. These tweets were deleted shortly after.

From all that he has said and done over the last few months, it’s evident that Musk thinks he should be celebrated more than he is and criticised less. But like a big baby, every time Musk does say such things, he’s taken less and less seriously – or more by those looking for a spectacle. When someone doesn’t agree, Musk lashes out in abusive ways. His disgusting potshot at Unsworth is just the latest example, and isn’t out of line with previous salvos. Before this, Musk wanted to revolutionise journalism by floating a platform where people could ‘rate’ journalists, editors and their work – after multiple news reports found evidence of mismanagement at Tesla Motors.

Dan Fagin, who was briefly my science writing teacher at New York University, called journalism “the history of now”. It is the stories of ‘now’ that we want to write and preserve, and good journalism will remember that Musk accused Unsworth of being a child sex criminal to his 22 million Twitter followers. If journalists turned a blind eye just because Musk deleted his tweets, would Pravda – the rating platform Musk wants – forgive us? Of course not. (Would Musk then accuse Pravda of having been hijacked? It’s not impossible.)

As Zeynep Tufekci noted in the Times, many Silicon Valley intellectuals unfortunately believe that because they have made a billion dollars solving a very specific technological problem, they are to be treated as authorities in completely unrelated fields. This isn’t an illness found only in the American west coast; such things happen when people become institutions. Musk has Twitter. Narendra Modi has his own podcast and makes speeches at rallies. Men mansplain because of the patriarchy. Physicists hold forth on how to reform adoption of GMO technology as well as higher education in India because they’re Nobel laureates. Those who haven’t studied evolutionary biology think the subject is in the grip of broken theories.

There’s a second way to reverse extrapolate the rich white entrepreneur’s conviction that “I’m an authority”, which is to the belief that all problems are engineering problems. This is why SpaceX and Tesla are awesome if only at the outset while Hyperloop and the Boring Company set off alarm bells. Musk believes everyone wants to own a car because they’re afraid they might bump into serial killers on the bus. Fiverr thinks it’s okay to exploit freelance labour by glamourising penury. Cities around the world have had to legislate against Airbnb so homeowners don’t evict long-term residents in favour of short-term ones willing to pay higher. Amazon thinks space is a better investment than working conditions at its warehouses. Google wants to build a “horizontal” building, whatever that is, in the age of increasing population density away from coasts. Juicero and Teforia built juicers and teapots connected to the internet priced Rs 27,000 apiece. Facebook thinks it’s okay to dillydally between identifying as a platform and as a publisher. And we are all too familiar with Über’s actions worldwide.

Silicon Valley, its incentives, its inflated estimates and its upper-class jurisdiction have all together amplified the words of its businesspeople beyond their due, creating what are effectively headstrong analysts who believe all the world’s a San Francisco and everyone who deploys non-San-Franciscan solutions is not as smart.

These companies have all demonstrated an infuriating misunderstanding of what makes modern society liveable and which of its foundations shouldn’t be tampered with. Or, more plausibly, they understand perfectly well but know they can get away with it. It is precisely this mindset that we all hoped Musk would never don, and anointed him our counter-idol and potential counter-institution. For those of us who can afford to spare some more optimism, it might just be reasonable to cultivate a new hope: that Musk’s actions are a reflection of his being torn between retaining the ego necessary to believe everything is fixable, the discretion necessary to ensure even your detractors take you seriously and the humility necessary to keep from taking yourself too seriously. But it increasingly looks as if Musk only wants to preserve the ego.

Remember how with Donald Trump, and with the Modi government in fact, there came a time when we really had to stop believing that the former knew what he was doing and that the later did not. We’re inching closer to that time with Elon Musk as well – when it would be in the best interests of everyone to cease hoping that he is going to fix anything but nuts and bolts. The only thing stopping us at the moment is an acknowledgment of our inner demons, the misguided belief that perhaps we want another person to fail because we’re envious and/or resentful. I’m sure Musk will put those thoughts to the test soon and, hoping against hope, we will have our answer then.

The Wire
July 15, 2018

I’m not fully convinced as to why everyone is currently bashing the Jio Institute up. When the ‘Institutions of Eminence’ scheme’s rules were announced in August 2017 and greenfield institutions were welcomed to apply, everyone was either perfectly okay with the idea or didn’t bother. But now everyone has a problem with it because Jio Institute chose to apply and was selected as one of those greenfield institutions.

This somehow reeks of Vijay Mallya all over again: to focus on one scapegoat – vulnerable as they are by virtue of being in the news and exposing the government to public pressure – instead of paying equal attention to the numerous other private institutes that have wrecked the higher education system through capitation fees. If ‘greenfield institutions’ is a legitimate category and if the government relaxed the rules a bit to let the Reliance-sponsored Jio Institute apply, I don’t see a problem as long as the rules haven’t prevented others from applying.

I get that some will say Mukesh Ambani himself wouldn’t have been able to apply if he wasn’t so pally with the PM and that it’s all crony capitalism on show. I’m more pissed off that only six non-greenfield institutions could be selected from a pool of 114 applicants – that’s a proper fuck-up right there. But most of all, I’m still interested in the fact that there’s still time: the MHRD hasn’t dished the tags out yet; it’s only mailed letters of intent out that transform to MoUs that provide the tag after a three-year follow-up.

When the ‘Institutions of Eminence’ rules were first put down, we didn’t give a damn, which I’m going take as an admission that it’s okay for greenfield institutions to exist and apply. If we really give a damn about this particular idea, then the fact that the MoUs are three years away should make us sit up, take notice and fight. We. Have. Time.

We shouldn’t be getting carried away just because it’s Reliance. The fouls haven’t yet been committed and I think if we don’t give Jio Institute a chance (and open ourselves up to just a little bit of disappointment, I’m aware), it’s just… stupid. It’s acrimony for acrimony’s sake.

There’s a video from Postcard News doing the rounds, showing a lady demonstrating the ability of a cow-urine-based substance to purportedly detoxify the human body. It does a fabulous job of making a mockery of itself given that it is only a few minutes long – and I’ve reached the point where I know I can draw a line and say debunking this is, at long last, beneath me.

What truly irked me about the video is its viewership: I’m not sure if Postcard News cares about whether the video is being shared by people poking fun at it but it’s bound to be pleased that, on Facebook, the clip’s been watched over 83,000 times in the last 80 hours, with lots of engagement. Throw in on-site views and WhatsApp and I can easily imagine 200,000 views in the same period. Thus far, these figures have been impossible to achieve with legitimate videos showing bona fide science at work, at least without a little paid push. (I’m not counting videos celebrating ISRO.)

I think this viewer behaviour confirms something I’ve been suspecting for about a year now: that people on the political left are more adhesive and those on the right are more cohesive vis-a-vis their reactions to ideas from across the aisle. To use the USGS’s language of hydrology:

Right → “Water is attracted to water”
Left → “Water is attracted to other substances”

Of course, such characterisation seems morally desirable, at least as the left would look upon the right and see protectionism and xenophobia, and the right will look upon the left and see exclusion and degeneracy. However, the same self-conception has put science journalism in an uncomfortable place: appropriated by a faction whose appreciation is passive at best and disappropriated by a faction that promises to celebrate it in exchange for some amount of debasement.

For example, I would contrast Postcard’s video about cow-urine-based detox with one on black holes from The Wire‘s stable, and the latter will brook no discussion – even one motivated by antipathy – in left or right circles, nor will the general populace of the left actively defend further its message. However, have a person on-screen prescribe cow piss for, you know, holistic wellbeing and you’ve got people on the right standing up for what they think is right and pushing it in the left’s face, and people on the left circlejerking off to how dumb they think others are.

I’m happy to note that The Wire has made space for a science section but beyond my colleagues and writers themselves, it certainly feels like a passive installation – the hosting of a science section for a science section’s sake. If it was not, I should be seeing higher engagement from one side of the spectrum; I’m not, whether I’m going by offline engagement or online. While this bodes quite well for being able to have a bipartisan audience that can be engaged if journalists and editors are persistent as well as didactic enough, it doesn’t bode well at all for the leftist’s oft-righteous claim to be on the side of reason.

From my POV at least, it seems like most pro-left people I engage with have taken for granted some second-hand assurance that they’re on the side of reason without knowing what a significant chunk of the architecture of reason actually looks like.