Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

We could wander in the garden of Eden baby

Saturday we were Peters guests at Diamond Light Source. It was a fascinating tour with plenty of information about what we were seeing. It is a new particle accelerator they have recently built in the contryside south of Oxford, with the main holding ring running at 3GeV – enough to be twice as bright as the sun.

(ETA: BC “…said the beam was twice as bright as the sun but realized later that was a _logarithmic_ scale. The sun is 10^10 photons per square mm, that baby is 10^20. About a trillion times brighter than the sun!”)

The accelerator consists of three main parts, the accelerator, the holding ring and the beamlines. It is housed in a large donut shaped building in Harwell. The accelerator, or synchrotron, is fed low powered electrons by something a bit like a CRT television, it accelerates them to 3GeV for storage in the holding ring.

The most interesting part is the beamlines, because thats where all of the experiments happen, there are places for 48 beamlines although I suspect infrastructure limits will mean that not all of those can be used. There are three or four currently functional with about the same in various stages of construction. These are arranged as a fan around the holding ring such that there are 48 junction points and exits. When the beam exits the holding ring it travels in a straight line through the beamline lead experiment hutch where the experimental equipment is housed.

This is all very boring so far. Either you’re a physicist and you know all this already or you were never a physicist and don’t care. More interesting is the atmosphere of the place.

The engineering involved in creating and running such a machine is incredible, there are cranes everywhere, there has to be because there is lead everwhere and it needs moving around from time to time. All of the yellow things you see in the pictures (see link above) are made of lead, those are the experimental hutches. They look a bit like this on the inside…well, before they’ve got an experiment in them. The beam entrance is behind Eugenes head, with the optics and experiment equipment being placed where we are standing. Each of these hutches has a controlled atmosphere, with any vents being chicanes such that any radiation cannot escape in a straight line. There are also a number of nitrogen vents around steaming coldness into the atmosphere.

Infrastructure was the focus for the day, with that being the bulk of Peters interest there, there is an incredible amount of sensors in each experiment, with each sensor being a source for various amounts of data which all has to be collected, processed and stored. So there is considerable computing power in each of the experimental hutches, and significant network infrastructure pulling the data off to storage systems elsewhere in the building. And of course a lot of power is needed to get electrons up to their holding speed, the hum of stepdown transformers inside the space in the middle of the donut, theres a bank of ten or so (not that I actually counted them) transformers the size of those that power a small village.

Another thing that struck me was the sheer amount of equipment lying around, there is a lot of work in progress with parts being put aside for later assembly, diagnosis or disposal. A lot of this is precision engineering to a degree you wouldn’t find in many places, an electron beam straying a couple of millimetres off course would unsettle the whole thing and cause no end of damage.

The holding ring looks impressive, in its own tunnel bathed in spooky blue light which says that the area is dangerous to enter.

There were no experiments actually in progress while we were there, they were doing some calibration of the holding ring or something, so we could take a closer look at a number of the experiments. None of which really made much sense but they were built in a style that would feel at home to the steam pioneers, but with small D9 serial sockets all over, feeding sensor information to control and monitor systems.

Our planned one hour ‘quick scoot around’ turned into a rather epic four hour grand tour. Quite enjoyable but lunch beforehand would have been a good idea.

I would recommend a visit if you get a chance – they have open days on a reasonably regular basis, or, if we are lucky, Peter might be able to arrange another days tour if we can gather an appropriate set of interested sorts.


Todays meeting wasn’t quite the horrorshow I was expecting – it was a lecture by a consultant about best practices in the industry. Most of which I’ve heard before, but which was frightening because of its apparent novelty to some of my co-workers. So, although there was a minor joke about ditching my part of the project there was no immediate changes forthcoming. So saturday nights paranoia was just that, paranoia.


Some time ago I promised an update. But as you all know I’m useless, so I haven’t gotten around to it until now. And everything has disappeared in some kind of caffeine fueled haze where new memories replace the old before they’re successfully archived, maybe its a kernel race condition, maybe its just broken.

Now, where did I get to? …ah, yes, last seen (unsuccessfully) car shopping in Worthing, maybe another time. After that I headed up to Cambridge for the Last Dance/Rome Burns gig, which was fantastic, and noticably one of the slickest gigs I’ve seen for a long time – theres so many times when the schedule is all over the place, the sound man forgot his hearing aid and nobody wants to dance. I didn’t make it in time for Fire and Forget, I was still wandering around outside looking confused. Someone had leant Daevid a (rotary, floor standing) fan so he was playing rock star. Then the singer from Last Dance looked like his hair had been attacked by Mattis suboptimal scaling algorithm. Rocking gig. More like that please.

Tuesday I was off to Madrid for the S60 Summit…I was standing next to Matt Miller for the horse show (but hadn’t realised it was him, its been a while and either he’s changed somewhat or thats not the Matt Miller I know). The party on day one was at a hillside villa overlooking Madrid, a fabulous venue. It kicked off with a horse show, then a band and barbeque. The horses, while being appreciated for their traditionalism were not particularly well received amongst the techies – certainly I have little interest in horses, if anything they rather intimidate me.

The next day was the serious stuff at the conference itself, with a day of talking about the future of phone development and meeting some of the people behind the exciting things going on in this world these days. I’m not really that much of a socialiser, so I tend to tire quickly at these kinds of events and run out of things to say (which is something I’ve been doing quite a lot lately).

Thursday I took part in a focus group around a new piece of user interface (potentially) in a future version of S60, I can’t say much about it here, except that it was on the journey to this event that I was rescued by the chap from NEC. At the end of the day I had a choice of catching a taxi into the town centre, rushing to find some food and heading for the airport, or a taxi straight to the airport. So I ended up waiting for hours at the airport.

I finally arrived home at 2am on friday morning. In time to get up and head north for Whitby. I thought I had left a reasonable amount of time for that journey, but I hadn’t accounted for quite so many accidents on the M1 northbound. The scariest of which was actually on the southbound carriageway and was still in progress when I first saw it – there was a very unwell looking person in the passenger seat of a car embedded in the central reservation, he looked more frightened than damaged, but clearly wasn’t in a very good state. I do hope they’re all alright.

By 7 I rolled into Ruswap where I found the Cabbages and a Matti and we agreed a plan to head to the Spa where there were some bands. I don’t remember many of them. Soho Dolls stood out as exactly the kind of riot grrrl music I’m liking at the moment, she really didn’t have to take her shirt off to get us to remember the band (though she was cute so I wasn’t complaining too much) ((no nudity thanks to carefully positioned insulation tape)).

The next night Rome Burns opened proceedings which the most stonking set I’ve ever seen them play. They had a difficult slot, but there was plenty of crowd and enthusiasm. They were followed by some other bands who didn’t seem to matter, there was so much bass I had to escape to the lobby. Cruxshadows came on later but I couldn’t take them seriously, and I had to leave again.

I was amused by the introduction of the automatic doors into the lobby which seemed to mean that the door was always open letting in the finest the north sea could throw at us. When the door was wholly manual it would remain closed unless someone was actually using it, which seems like a better solution all around.


Whos up for 69 Eyes on 31st? Its a thursday night in an unspecified venue in London, but they’re really rather good and I think you should come along.


Linkblast

If you can read this sign its too late.

Stick it to ’em Rice Boy (or what not to look for in a car….amused by the appearance of a stock 1982 Datsun estate near the end which seems somewhat out of place against the background of ambient weirdness).

Scalextric heaven

When you’ve got to go

This is not a bomb

Repurposed

Learning curves for standard editors (particularly amused by EMACS)

A pheonix rising from the Post Punk Junk meltdown (or maybe nesting?)


I would like to say Thank you to South West Trains for the kind of Excellent Customer Service[0] that leaves a hundred passengers outside Epsom station just after midnight wondering where they might find a bus to their final destination.

I had a choice of waiting for a bus with the rabble or walking – the taxis were being organised by a very Surrey lady who looked like she spent most of her time organising things, whether they needed it or not. I figured the bus would take something like 20 minutes to get to Leatherhead and then its a ten minute walk from the station, so if I was likely to be spending more than about ten minutes waiting it was probably worth walking instead. And given that there was no sign of a bus and a large collection of fairly drunken people expecting to pile onto one when it arrived there was a reasonable chance that it would be more than ten minutes before I could get on one.

Still I’m home now….and my Saturday night/sunday morning paranoia has kicked in with the quiet time to think….I’m now half expecting to be, erm, ‘chosen by freedom’ (to use one of Grandis euphamisms) on Tuesday when I get back to the office. I’ve got a meeting with the saviour of the company who has already been primed by everyone else about how the thing I make isn’t core to the companies future. This would, of course, in many ways, be fortuitous timing for such freedom.

[0] While I doubt Google understands sarcasm yet it can only be a matter of time.


As too often seems the case i’ve arrived at the airport with a number of hours to spare. So i’m trying each of the coffee bars in sequence. Illy is the best so far, i think i’ll go back there later.

Also amused that the new c class merc has managed to pick up the styling of a cheap chinese copy. I’m really hoping thats just a quirk of the chrome on the spanish model but i’m not holding out that much hope.
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