The REAL Science of Christmas
Sometimes people think that, because I write this column, I am somehow available for free science consulting services. Obviously this is not the case but I don't mind the occasional question, especially if it concerns real puzzles like how Al Gore can prove a car in China doesn't cause global warming but a car in America does. Lately I have been pestered with questions about this whole Christmas thing. It's a troublesome issue, I agree, but I am not in the free science business so most of the questions I just ignore - however, one of the many ( "Cash, you are my final chance Of finding the Christmas happenstance For I have read of Old St. Nick So I have to know, what makes him tick. "Does he travel the world and make kids glad? 'cause the science is shaky, the physics is bad And tell me, oh guru, before you are through How a sleigh can fly and those eight reindeer too?" I agree about the baffling nature of this whole Christmas thing from a physics perspective. If you're a Newtonian guy it not only lacks common sense, it is the kind of leap-of-faith slag heap only evolutionary biologists make. But a puzzle is a puzzle and I wouldn't be the internet's pre-eminent anonymous scientist if I didn't tackle the tough problems once in a while. So I have decided to give it a try. The results surprised even me. Of course I am not just an outrageously sexy scientist, I also have my own creative side. Thus, I decided to honor the spirit of the season by answering in similar rhyming verse: You came to Cash, guru of physics Who writes sexy equations and confounds all his critics (Pretty good? Never fear, this part of my verse May start out okay, but it gets a lot worse.) I consulted my sources, to make this is a cinch Like "The Year Without Santa" and that show with the Grinch Yukon Cornelius and the one with great Ak Soon let me know I was on the right track I learned of Snow Miser and Chuck-In-The-Box and found it's not just distance but logistics and clocks If we go east to west, we have 31 hours And that doesn't require any magical powers Weight is a problem, now and days past and heat builds up plenty when toys travel fast You see, millions of toys bring on all kinds of joules To get Santa to work you must throw out the rules So let's look at the atom and all that free space It will help us decide how to win the big race Think of atoms like apples, but we just need the stem Maybe C squared's no problem when you're E without M. So "Santa's" aren't people, they're energy terms They use quantum mechanics and holes made of worms With such arcane science and theories of strings It's easy for Christmas and lots of nice things. Thanks to quantum mechanics, tons weigh only an ounce It explains flying reindeer and Bumbles that bounce But time's still a problem and Santa's must choose So forget about Muslims, Hindus and Jews Sure, they can't get presents, a wreath or a tree But they can go to a movie, like "The Santa Clause III" Meanwhile our Santa can get on his way With all of those stops there's no time to delay So using the magic of science fiction math He has a little more time and can choose the best path Hauling thousands of tons he sets on his course Generating 10,000 times my centripetal force And the joules are no problem,with the math we have reckoned Though you and I would be dead in just half a second Santa math is no problem, Christmas bugs me no more No one else could have solved it – well, maybe Al Gore Kids will be happy, our homes full of cheer So look out for St. Nick and his flying reindeer Even coke-addled models have stuff for their tree Like a grape and some Prada and perhaps even me Christmas isn’t just physics or even great toys It’s a lesson in giving for all girls and boys The lesson is easy though less simple for some Be nice to each other and good things will sure come So whether you're Christian or Hindu Muslim or Jew This girl got what she deserves And I hope you do too: |
Comments on "The REAL Science of Christmas"
That may be the best Christmas rhyme I've heard yet. I'm so glad you are sexy, smart AND creative.
Per the instructions, you are to call me OUTRAGEOUSLY sexy.
You think I'm sexy?
Wait ... mom, is that you??!?!?!
Cash,
I agree with twisted. I think that's the best X-mas rhyme I've heard! Obviously SOMETHING is going on in that gray matter of yours to be that creative.
Oh and Twisted, I think you were politically correct in saying that Cash is just sexy. He shouldn't have to market himself with austentaious words. His silence should speak for itself. That means if you keep your mouth shut Cash, we can figure out for ourselves that you are an imense ball of sexdom without you telling us.
Fantastic! The local physics professor will adore this. Keep it up and you may rule the world one day.
Excellent work!
"'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the Blog Comments
Cash's readers were chortling
and spreading wry compliments..."
(Darn, this rhyming schtuff's hard to do. And same with making line-breaks that work, darn you Blogger...)
Have a Spankin' Great Christmas, O Sci-Master, and may all your stocking-stuffed dreams come true...
;-)
Issy, inside I am insecure. Some days I curl up in the corner and cry because I am too sexy to be loved. So compliments are always okay.
Ann, please send the millions who will read it to my Science And Supermodels site so I can make my $.05 on Google AdSense. ;-)
Lori, that's not bad, actually. I hope you take nice pictures. I never understand them, but I look at 'em.
You've got mad rhymes, Cash.
Did you know that both male and female reindeer have antlers, but in the Winter it is the males who shed them? This means that the reindeer who pull Santa's sleigh are either misnamed, or totally butch.
Way to put physics in simple terms for us mere mortals. Maybe next time you can expound upon the possibility of infinite universes via a viral video. It can offer up some of the most complicated physics concepts, so long as it involves diet coke and mentos, or some poor bastard takes a toe kick to the kiwis.
Ahhh, whoring yourself out to the man. I will help get you paid for your spread. :P
Mr. Grunt, I DID know that ... I don't know where I saw it, but it was last week. Thanks for the props on my rhyming finesse. This took a surprising amount vote, violating my usual 'spend no more than 30 minutes' writing for free' mantra.
JJ, I did talk to a local TV station about doing a science program but they wanted to pay peanuts and I wanted a Brinks truck full of money. I am okay with community service, but I figure this blog is enough.
Ann, is 'whore' supposed to be pejorative? 'cause it's pretty much my favorite word of all time.
Ah but Cash, surely you have not missed milk and cookies? The jolly one's mass is certainly not held constant with all the munching he does during his journey through the cosmos.
I have a question, Big papi where do babies come from?...
Who cares about the fucking poem?? Somebody get me the numbers to those Santa ho's!