The science of Superman

I read two stories about the physics of superheroes last week. One was in National Geographic and it covered some opinions by James Kakalios, professor and author of “The Physics of Superheroes”. One of the things he says is “As any fan knows, the original explanation for Big Blue’s power and skyscraping leaps was gravity. He comes, the story goes, from the destroyed planet Krypton, where gravity was stronger than it is on Earth.”

I remember that explanation. His point is that Clark Kent should be bouncing around The Daily Planet offices like Neil Armstrong did on the moon — unable to control his floating. Like Bryan Singer’s Superman Returns didn’t have enough of those accusations to deal with.

Of course, that’s not the explanation anyone gives anymore. Decreased gravity wouldn’t give Superman heat vision. The difference is Earth’s yellow sun versus Krypton’s red one. That doesn’t explain why he was returning from going to visit his destroyed home planet in between Superman II and Superman Returns. Why would he want to sit under a red sun, surrounded by Kryptonite?

This other article has a few more entertaining related theories and stories in it, especially the book “Great Mambo Chicken” — “which tells of a scientific experiment in which a researcher put several chickens in a centrifuge and raised them in twice-normal gravity for months at a time. When they emerged, the chickens were stronger and had larger bones and muscles, and greater endurance. In other words, they were superchickens.”

Again with the gravity thing, but at least this one has real-world superchickens.

My favorite superhero physics question was from John Byrne about the Invisible Woman a long time ago. Supposedly she turns herself and other objects invisible by bending light rays around them. If the only light bulb in the room is on and she turns it invisible, does the room go dark?

Well isn’t that spaetzle?

Niki makes an awesome chicken paprikash. She learned it years ago when she was dating a Hungarian guy and she used to even make the noodles — the spaetzle — by hand. She’d make her own batter and grind it though a spaetzle maker and it would take hours. These days with two kids she uses farfalle — bow tie or butterfly pasta. It holds the sauce well and cuts the cooking time by two thirds I’m sure.

I used to tell her how awesome the meal is and how it’s just like my mom used to make when I was a kid. Of course, I’m not the Hungarian boyfriend, so I never ate chicken paprikash until I met Niki. I always got a kick out of that.

I have chicken paprikash on the brain because she made it last night and we had it again for lunch. It’s one dish that actually gets better sitting in the refrigerator waiting to become leftovers.

The Milkman delivers!

Years ago when I came home from college, I got into a basketball arcade game called Run & Gun. It had two big screens, five-man teams and you could play two against two facing each other. Konami didn’t have licensing from the NBA, so they had teams like Chicago and Salt Lake City and the players looked familiar, but they weren’t allowed to call them Michael Jordan, Karl Malone or Magic Johnson.

Walter and I pumped a lot of quarters into that game. He was usually Los Angeles and I was Salt Lake City. Since this was an NBA rip-off I decided that my Mailman should be called The Milkman and I’d shout “The Milkman delivers!” when he’d finish an alley-oop dunk or “The Milkman rings twice!” when he’d make another great play. In 1997 and 1998 when the Jazz played the Bulls in the NBA Finals, I was a Jazz fan and much of that was tied into how much fun I had with Walter on that arcade game.

Watching the Dallas Mavericks sneak by the Jazz in a five-game series in 2001 was depressing for a Jazz fan, but I got to watch an exciting new Western Conference powerhouse up close. I went to college in Fort Worth and worked in and around Dallas and saw probably 50 concerts at Reunion Arena — now the American Airlines Center — so following the new Mavericks wasn’t difficult. Of course when I lived in Texas the Mavericks were on the decline and even the Dallas Cowboys had an embarrassing 1-15 season.

Stockton retired. Malone spent a single season looking for a championship ring with the Lakers that looked great on paper but ended with a surprising exit at the hands of the Pistons. Malone retired.

There was no real reason to follow the Jazz anymore, but plenty of reasons to watch a winning Mavericks team. Mark Cuban has been blogging in my Blogsmith system, I got to meet Dirk Nowitzki at the All-Star game in Denver last year and I have gone from wanting to see the Jazz get a championship to wanting to see the Mavericks get one.

Their game seven overtime win in San Antonio was tremendous and even Steve Kerr wrote “The transformation of Dallas from a free-wheeling, jump-shooting finesse team to true championship contender is complete.”

If Dallas goes all the way, they might have this year’s screwed up playoff system to thank. By playing the Spurs in the second round they have already defeated their rightful third round opponent and their actual third round could be an easier one right before the Finals. We’ll find out.

Adventure’s his bread. Excitement’s his butter.

We have another one of those CodeJams coming up soon and the pressure is on me to make it as interesting as our last one.

This weekend Niki and I caught up on three episodes of Alias and three Sopranos. During one Alias they showed the Santa Monica pier, so I pointed out how we stayed nearby for our last CodeJam and some of the landmarks like the Pacific Coast Highway.

Then during Christopher’s trip to LA on the Sopranos, he stayed at our CodeJam hotel, the Viceroy. I showed Niki the lobby (where we saw Michelle Rodriguez from Lost doing an EW photo shoot), the bar, the pools (where we watched CSI: Miami shoot a scene one morning), the elevators where they hassle Ben Kingsley and the hotel room where Christopher does lines of coke with a prostitute. It was just like reliving our L.A. trip.

Business Week’s Jon Fine has the Viceroy on his list of product placements on The Sopranos so far this season. He comments that the Viceroy is “beachside” as long as by beachside you mean “across the street from the beach”. “Across a busy street and one long long block away from beachside” just doesn’t sound the same, does it?

I’m not sure I am going to be able to find us similar Hollywood-level excitement in Westchester.

Maybe we’ll just build some interesting stuff, get to know our two new team members and eat well. I’ll let you know if we do anything interesting.

You’re the Kryptonian now, dog

A longtime reader and I have been having a debate about Krypto, the super dog that lived with Superboy (a.k.a. the Last Son of Krypton*) in Smallville. She read my post about Ace, the crime-fighting Bat hound and she took the position that Krypto was already the dog’s name before he was placed into the rocket ship that got knocked off-course and drifted for years before finally landing on earth years after Superboy had.

I disagreed. I’m pretty sure that “Krypto” was his Earth name and that his given Kryptonian name was Ken-El.

Now if only there was a giant authoritative Internet comic book data repository I could turn to for a ruling on this one…

Maybe I should add “Ken-El” to the Wikipedia’s Krypto entry before I reply?

* Last Son of Krypton: does not include last daughters of Krypton, last pets of Krypton, other last sons of Krypton, last robots of Krypton, last intelligent life forces of Krypton, last miniature cities in bottles of Krypton and any other last characters of Krypton to be introduced later.

Hip, hip, Jorge

My good friend Craig bought us all Yankees tickets last December. It was a crazy coincidence that our game fell on the day he would leave his company to come work with me.

What a game. Niki’s favorite Yankee Jorge Posada did everything right. He settled down relief pitcher Aaron Small, survived a violent collision with Mark Teixeira at the plate and hit a walk-off two-run home run in the ninth inning to bring the Yankees back from 9-0 to an eventual 14-13 win. They matched the biggest comeback in Yankee history and Joe Torre said it made his top ten Yankees games list.

What a fantastic, memorable night.

Dave Gahan and me

Last night Niki and I saw Depeche Mode at Jones Beach. We will be spending a lot of time there this summer. We used to see six or eight shows a year there and then we had kids. I decided that it would be a good thing to start breaking away for concerts again — like the date nights some couples have, except it’s an hour away and it’s on the beach and there’s live music.

Neither of us had seen Depeche Mode before and it was a good show. Seeing them of course reminded me of one of the businesses I was considering before Jason and I decided to do Weblogs, Inc.

I had done my Meet The Makers event series and was gaining some fame in the web design community and one of the web designers I met mentioned that he was Dave Gahan‘s webmaster. “Perfect!” I said, trying to hide my enthusiasm a little. “Can you relay my business proposition to him?”

“I want to open a restaurant with Dave. We’ll call it ‘Pizza are Pizza’ and our tagline will be ‘I can’t understand what makes a man eat another brand. Help me understand.’ The highlight of the menu will be ‘Make your own pizza’ where you get to pick: your own … personal … cheeses!”

I never heard back from Dave or his webmaster so I partnered up with Jason instead and there I was last night — watching Dave from the crowd, imagining what we could have done together.

Now I’m hungry.

Wag the blog

Interesting story in Valleywag yesterday about how I’m pissing off John Battelle by squatting his nom du com, JohnBattelle.com. I happened to be the registrant for all domains Jason had back in the Silicon Alley Reporter days and I don’t think I’ve ever met John Battelle, so it would be kind of silly for him to be mad at me. Fortunately, Valleywag did an update that explains why the domain registration has my name on it. Between SAR, Weblogs, Inc. and my own projects I have had my name on at least 3000 domain registrations so maybe I have more enemies than I’m aware of.

I must add that I’m a huge fan of Battelle’s Web 2.0 event since AOL CEO Jon Miller confirmed the Weblogs, Inc. deal on his stage last October. Who wouldn’t love an event like that?

Thanks to Valleywag for putting so much time and effort into the infographic and for using a more flattering picture than Jason’s.

Heart like a gun was just half of the battle

Seeing Glenn Tilbrook play live rolls back time a decade or two for me. Of course closing down the bar he’s playing in at 3am rolls that clock forward again and then some…

The Peak’s birthday show on Friday was a blast. We met some good people including some of the DJs, we heard a decent set from Jeffrey Gaines — who is best known right now for a live soulful cover of Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes, but thankfully only did a few lines of that one before doing Tom Petty’s The Waiting instead — and I got to hang out with Glenn afterwards in his rock star tour bus.

Glenn did his usual Best of Squeeze: Pulling MusselsTemptedBlack Coffee in BedHourglassAnnie Get Your Gun and Messed Around. He did Letting Go from Play and a recent solo song called Hostage. When he did Piccadilly from East Side Story the whole crowd shouted out the line “Heart like a gun was just half of the battle” over and over and Niki, who had stepped away, thought the place must be filled with Squeeze fanatics. Not so, I explained. Glenn gave us instructions before he began the song.

My sister got us on the guest list after the show was sold out so we thanked her by calling her repeatedly during the show so she could hear bits and pieces. Thanks, Jenn!