It has rained every day since my last post. It is even raining right now, even though last time I looked out the window, there was not a cloud in the sky. The pass over the mountains to Mendoza, on the way to Buenos Aires has been closed due to snow build-up since Sunday. We went to the terminal two mornings in a row and all they could tell us was to check back the next day. I don’t have a time limit, but Nathan ended up flying back to the States tonight, because there just wasn’t enought time for us to get over there, see something and get back. It does make a little bit more sense for me to travel all in one big push, rather than leaving and returning to Santiago many times. Speaking of which, I need to find a copy of Lonely Planet’s South America on a Shoestring somewhere. That book is awesome, but for someone who is supposed to be on a shoestring, $34 for a book isn’t cheap.
Archive for August, 2005
I am going to Argentina tomorrow with Nathan. I am uber-psyched because everyone from Chile keeps telling me how beautiful it is. Silly country bumpkin me thought their country looked pretty good in the first place, but apparently Argentina must be even better. Also we get to stay with a friend from Chicago, Ms. Jena Lichenstein, so we save a load of cash and get someone who already knows the city to show us around. The only problem is that we are taking a bus across the mountains to Buenos Aires and it has been raining hard for the last two whole days, which means that it has been dumping a lot of snow up in the mountains. Apparently the passes can be closed for days at a time if there has been much snow. Hopefully I can figure out whether the pass is actually open before we get on the bus, otherwise it might be a long ride…
I finished the post about about our third day in the Lakes District.
Instructional Physics Labs at the University of Chicago
Published by August 28th, 2005 in Uncategorized. 0 CommentsThe following is a rough draft of an essay I have been kicking around in my head, because of my extreme dissatisfaction with the instructional physics labs at uchicago. I want to say more, but it already seems longer than necessary and pretty repetitive. I honestly don’t think it’s going to go over too well with the people to whom I send it, so I would like to make the case as airtight and the presentation as brief as possible. This is probably one of those posts you want to skip unless you took a lot of physics at uchicago or are unhealthily curious about what I think about any topic. If you have any suggestions, please let me know.
As far as I am able to tell, the two appeals of experimental physics are building things and stumbling on unexpected results. I never built anything during the instructional labs, and I tried to ignore as many unexpected results as possible, since I knew that there was not enough time to explain them sufficiently and that any time I spent investigating them would only reduce the time I could spend on data taking and writing the report.
I think the instructional labs at the University of Chicago are seriously broken and that thought needs to be given to the goals of having an instructional lab program and the best way to achieve those goals.
Clearly, the practices of experimental physics differ among different sub-fields. The activities and techniques of a low-temperature solid-state experimenter are far from those of low-background particle physics, which are both different from those of high-energy physics. However, the instructional labs are remarkably similar to each other, even when the labs are associated with very different subjects. Usually, the students get the apparatus ready to take data, under the guidance of Mark, Van or a TA. This almost always nothing more than connecting wires, switching on components, or placing objects in a configuration prescribed in the lab manual. There is some discussion of the theory behind the experiment and the expected results. Then the students are left more or less alone to take the data. Taking the data usually consists of manipulating the knobs, switches, buttons of a piece of electronic equipment. This is less true of the earlier labs, where the equipment is more mechanical, and much less data is taken. Once all the appropriate data is taken, the students store it away to be analyzed. The analysis takes place using techniques that are only possible with specialized software on a computer. After or during the analysis, the student is expected to write about the theory, process, analysis, and results of the experiment, and it is solely on the basis of this analysis that the lab grade is assigned.
The point of the proceeding description of the instruction labs is that they are very similar to each other. No reference was made to a specific course, only to the fact that labs are usually more mechanical and “hands-on” earlier in the program. Despite this similarity, my suggestions of changes to the lab program were usually criticized since they would reduce the number of experiments that each student was expected to do to complete the lab portion of a course. I presume that this criticism is related to an idea of “broad exposure” to the different areas of physics that the instructors would like each student to have before graduating. However, for the reasons I have given above. I don’t think that the instructional labs as they now stand impart this kind of broad exposure, since they do not expose the student to the aspects of different areas of experimental physics that really are substantively different. The aspect that I am referring to, which is totally missing in the instructional labs, is experimental design and construction. This is what separates the sub-fields of physics from each other. In order to understand something about the differences between these sub-fields, and perhaps even something about experimental physics as a whole, it is crucially necessary to be involved in the minutiae of experimental design and construction. This involvement requires a great deal of time, and drastically reduces the number of experiments a student is able to “perform” during the program. I propose that each student be required to do no more than four experiments during his or her entire study in the physics program, preferably under the guidance of and as part of the research program of a professor. It is not a coincidence that this one experiment per year of the average undergraduate tenure at the university. I think that being deeply involved in a single, real, modern, experiment over the course of a year is the most appropriate way to learn about the practice of doing them. This gives enough time to spend on the design, construction, data collection, analysis, and conclusions of an experiment.
One might be tempted to make the following analogy: the lab courses as they are now are like reading a different book every two weeks, whereas my proposal is like spending a year on in-depth study of one book. This appears to cast the question in terms of depth vs. breadth of understanding. However, the analogy is not appropriate. The labs as they now stand are not complete books, they are partial ones, where the student starts close to the end. A better characterization of the labs as they are now would be that they are like reading the Cliff Notes and the final few chapters of a book every few weeks.
I hope that the reader is convinced of the futility of attempting to give the instructional labs “breadth” by removing the crucial, time-consuming parts of experimentation. The question now becomes how to expose students to the real way experiments are done, and the answer is obvious. Students should spend as much time as possible engaged in real experiments - helping determine what questions are most important, what kind of apparatus will best help th e experimenter answer these questions, how data should be collected, and how it should be analyzed. In order learn about what experimental physicists do, students need to do exactly what physicists do, and there is not better way than under the close supervision of a physicist. If the goals of the instructional labs, as they have been explained to me by Van, are to be met, there should be no instructional labs separate from a real, working physics lab.
Every student should be required to complete a number of hours as an intern in a physics lab equal to the time now spent on instruction labs. A grade can be assigned by the head of the lab for the year, or for each quarter if desired.
I Have The Ability To Control The Weather With My Social Life
Published by August 27th, 2005 in Uncategorized. 1 CommentEvery time in recent memory that I have stayed out so late that I didn’t wake up until well into the afternoon, it’s been without fail a picture-perfect, gorgeous day. While it’s nice to know that I have such precise control over so-called acts of God, especially with something so enjoyable as going out down to the bar, I wish it wouldn’t rain so much on days when I get up really early, like today.
The English Language Does Not Make Sense
Published by August 25th, 2005 in Uncategorized. 2 CommentsI hope this is not news to any of my readers. What I find interesting is why it does not make sense, as illuminated by a comparison to Spanish. English is much easier than other languages in that the words in an English sentence have less to do grammatically to the other words. Nouns don’t have case or grammatical gender, and to put a verb in the past, you usually just add “ed”, regardless of the subject. This is different from Spanish and most romance languages, where the form of the word you are about to use depends sensitively on what you are going to use a few words later. So, the rules of English grammar are simple, but grammar alone doesn’t let you communicate. It’s when you try to fill in the grammar with something that you run into all these problems.
- Pronunciation: Again, I hope this is not news to you. Just for fun, how many letters in the English alphabet never change their pronunciation? For example, “cough” and “through” are pronounced differently, so that knocks out o, u, g, and h.
- Unnecessary Synonyms: This is the one I really want to talk about, because it’s such a good way to tell merely fluent speakers from native ones. As an example, what’s the difference in meaning between “write” and “write down”? I don’t think there is one, but there is certainly a difference in usage: you only say “write down” when someone is already trying to communicate through non-written means. No, wait. “Write down the names of your whole family on this sheet of paper” sounds perfectly natural. Is there one rule for which to use, and more importantly, why did anyone start using “write down” when it has no meaning separate from “write”? If you are a lot smarter than me and you thought of the answer without breaking a sweat, first let me know what the answer is, then try coming up with you own examples. Remember, it has to be two words or phrases, which mean exactly the same thing, but are used in different contexts, based on as subtle a rule of usage as possible. What about “many” and “a lot of”?
Dating Advice for Women / Why Are Some People So Completely Divorced from Reality?
Published by August 20th, 2005 in Uncategorized. 1 CommentI went out with a gaggle of girls yesterday, to Plaza Ñuñoa for a birthday party. It was one of those two part drinking-and-then-dancing parties, first at a beer hall and then at a discotheque. There turned out to be huge number of people at the beer hall, including some people from the other two branches of the Residencia where I first lived in Santiago. Everyone was toasting one another, singing loud drinking songs, and climbing over the tables for more pitchers. Some of the girls wanted to leave early and go to the club, so I went with them. It was huge, expensive and shiny, with mediocre music. I often daydream about how much better a DJ I would be than whoever is behind the wheels that night. The bar is a lot lower in Chile, so I wonder if I should make a demo tape or something and try to pick up a night gig. Enough of that.
There was a very meat-market atmosphere at the club, and as soon as we got there, I was fending lots of hopeful guys of my gal pals. Not sure why I feel so compelled to this, since it’s difficult and thankless, but there you go. Most of the conversations went something like this.
William Joseph Bolte: “Hey, huevón, how ya doing?”
Hopeful Guy: “Uh, good. Where are you guys from?”
WJB: “Chicago. And you?”
HG: “Buenos Aires” (locations have been changed to protect the innocent)
[pause]
HG: “Pretty girls. Which one is your girlfriend?”
WJB: “None of them. They are all lesbians.”
HG: “I don’t believe you. ”
WJB: “Believe it or not, huevón. You are wasting your time trying to get somewhere with them.”
One guy actually managed to say over and over in English, “I wasn’t born yesterday.” I was pretty impressed, although I don’t know if this is also a saying in Spanish. I wonder if it would be more effective to grin, wink and answer “Why, all three.” instead of going through the lesbain bit. It’s definitely not any more believable, (feel free to disagree with me in the comments) but it might indicate that I am going to take any further attempt more personally.
Near the end of the night, two of the girls started to complain that no one was going to take them home. My mouth was a little agape, because I had been planning how I was going to stiff-arm a path through the crowd of desperate men at the door and hail a taxi. As if to prove how ridiculous a statement this was, a couple of guys walked over and introduced themselves at that very moment. Oh. The girls meant dashing latino princes, exactly the kind they had been complaining that they hadn’t even seen yet. If you haven’t caught on that we aren’t dealing with reality-based individuals here, there’s probably little doubt which camp you are in. So here’s a little bit of advice for my female readers who may find themselves in a similar predicament. Try to pick up a guy yourself. I know, I know, it sounds totally crazy/retarded, but it will actually work. Over the course of an evening, you’ll meet someone who is actually happy not to have to make themselves vulnerable to rejection to meet you. And not making yourself vulnerable is a very attractive thing. If you still think this is just one guy’s wishful thinking, let me tell you that I am not ashamed to admit I read a lot of Seventeen magazines that my friend Ryan and I would take from his sister’s room back in the day, and about once an issue there was a feature on how okay guys were with being approached. They all said it was awesome. You can disagree with me, and you can disagree with Seventeen magazine, but when we both agree, that’s advice you can take to the bank.
I gave my first physics lecture today, at a little gathering where we were supposed to present preliminary results about our research. My talk went more or less fine, but the following questions kept interrupting my train of thought: “Why are all these people looking at me attentively? Why do I keep writing on a blackboard, gesturing at these graphs projected behind me, and saying things like ‘far from equilibrium’ and ‘adiabatic limit’? I am lecturing a roomful of people about physics. How did this come to be?” Of course, I can clearly remember being interested in physics in high school, deciding at St. John’s that I wanted to study it, registering for physics courses and declaring it as my major, as well as the events that brought me to Chile. But the feeling of being myself, doing what I was doing has rarely felt so strange. I am still not sure what the questions were trying to tell me. Does it mean that I am not cut out to lecture on physics? My presentation was far from perfect; I should have made better notes of the equations I needed to write and memorized the equations better as well so that I didn’t need to pause and look down so much. My graphs were pretty mediocre as well, but that’s not exactly career-ending. Maybe more than anything, it may have underscored just how hard it is to explain something publicly in a well-ordered way. In a bad lecture, I used to daydream about how to make the presentation better, but it’s a lot harder when you just have to keep saying something in order to keep your audience engaged. Now I am wondering when lecture number two will be so I can really do a good one.
Over the last month, the US Dollar fell 10% against the Chilean Peso.
US Dollar Versus Chilean Peso (May 15 - Aug 15)

I didn’t even notice until I went to change a lot of dollars today. In addition, the buses changed the fare from 340 to 350 pesos. Damn the man.
I am really churning out the updates here. I hope to finish some of this travelogue stuff, because I intended to write some thoughts about my life so far and upcoming, but I feel like these stories of recent events have to get written before I forget about them. Keep in mind that if I am writing about an event, I will post it under the day when it happened, not the day I write it up. So for example, First Day in the Lakes District is posted under August 6, even though I wrote it yesterday. Years later, I’ll be able to reconstruct the chronology of what happens. If this gets too out of hand, I’ll make a page with recently added posts so you don’t have to scroll all the way through looking for changes.
As an update on what is happening right now, it was a very pleasant warm day, so warm that it made me drowsy. And I have two pieces of very good news. The first is that Felipe told me he would be happy to have me stay past the duration of the exchange. This is good because like it, here so staying a little longer is always good. It also means that he is happy with the work I am doing. Learning to program can be frustrating, since you don’t always have much to show for all the effort you put in to learning how to do something. The second piece of good news is that Tom Witten, the Chicago contact for the exchange, told me I will be reimbursed for whatever mode of transportation I decide to take back to States. This means I can take the bus back! Imagine ~$500 of free bus travel through South and Central America. My loans will be do about 3 months after my job ends, so I have about that much time to laze around and enjoy my youth. If you have any friends who live down here or tips about what to do south of the border, let me know about them so I can start planning them in. Wagons North!
Update: I finished writing a long entry about a Wedding Party I went to about two weeks ago.
The food in Chile gives me new appreciation for bread and butter. I mean this in both of the ways you might take it: most of the food is terrible, but the bread and butter are actually quite delicious. As far as I have been able to trace it, the problem is that no one in this country knows how to cook. There is plenty of fresh food streaming in from the Chilean and Argentine countryside. I have tasted it and I know it’s good. But once it goes through your average Chilean kitchen, it comes out way too over-cooked and under-spiced. The Chileans claim to like it this way; the more travelled tell stories of not being able to eat foreign food because they found it painfully spicy. I can understand that not as many people like Tabasco, chili powder and garlic much as I do, but what’s wrong with little a little basil, paprika, or vinegar every once and a while? And why do you have to boil everything until it’s of a uniform taste and texture? Isn’t it interesting to tell the difference between the ingredients in you food while it’s in your mouth? Okay, enough beating up on the Chileans for not sharing my gastronomical preferences, let’s move on to their national dishes, the empanada and the completo. The completo is basically a hot dog with some kind of guacamole slathered all over it. Someone, Matt I think, warned me not to eat one of these expecting anything remotely similar to the dogs of my youth. One look made his warning unnecessary. I haven’t eaten one of these yet, and I don’t plan to. An empanada is basically a glorified hot pocket that you can get in any flavor imaginable. To be fair, I eat an average of one of these every day, now that I found a good place to get them. And they are the ultimate convenience food. You can eat them with one hand and without paying attention, which is good for someone who pays as little attention to what he is doing as I do.
That about wraps it up for the overview and examples of Chilean food. Now as promised, here’s a breakdown of the best and worst meals I’ve had here.
Best Meals
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Ceviche, Baked Salmon, Stew, and Cornbread, with Pisco Sour and Wine.
Eaten at the party of some University of Santiago professors
It’s the ceviche and beverages that I really remember. In contrast to the Mexican style of finely dicing the fish, of which I can heard about two plates with corn chips, this ceviche was chopped in bite sized chunks, was barely cooked and was seasoned with just a little vinegar and some bell peppers. It was closer to sushi than what I would have called ceviche, but amazing flavorful. The pisco sour, made of pisco, a very popular Chilean grape brandy was equally good, and the wine is some of the best I have ever had. I hope to write a whole post aobut Chilean wine, but first I’ll have to drink some more of it. -
Carne a la Pobre
Eaten at Kathy’s Cocina, Entre Lagos
We didn’t know what “Carne a la Pobre” meant, but it sounded better than the single alternative, so we went with it. It turns out to mean a steak with friend onions and eggs over easy on top, with fries on the side. Unfortunately, the meal cost about $31 for three people. After that meal, Colin and I promised ourselves that we would always ask the waiter “How much does that cost?” and “Is it possible to get that ‘a la pobre?’” before ordering. -
Eggs over Easy, Sausage, Bread with Apricot Jam, and Tea
Eaten in our cabaña, Entre Lagos
This was really good. We bought all the ingredients from a small store thirty paces away from the cabaña we rented and cooked it ourselves. The sausage and eggs tasted like they had been inside an animal that morning. This was the meal that convinced me that the quality of Chilean food really was due to bad cooking. If the food tasted this good with minimal cooking, it had to be between the store and the plate that things were going wrong. Coincidentally, I just discovered a book called Practical Chilean Cooking in the apartment, so I am curious to see what it says.
Worst Meals
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Eaten at UChile student cafeteria
Not quite as bad as it seems. I could tell what the food was at the time, but all I can remember now is the desert and how bad all of it was. Actually, I think the entreé was a really tough dry steak. The rest is a blur, but this cafeteria is really terrible. I was happy to find the empanadería, where I can get hot, fresh, and identifiable food just a few steps away. - About a twenty-way tie among most of the restaurant meals I have eaten here and whatever dish we concocted when we were too tired to go shopping so we just threw everything we had together in a frying pan. Note that this is not nearly as bad as the winner in the worst meals category.

