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Syndicated blogs from the European Spallation Source

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Salvador Dali: Three sphinxes of bikini.This week ESS had to cancel the third Steering Committee Meeting in Bilbao, Spain, due to the ash cloud over Europe. I think it was a wise decision by the ESS management.

Staff at ESS were of course a bit disappointed seeing all their work and preparations for this meeting litterally going up in smoke. But luckily we stand quite prepared with a load of black humour for situations like this. Something which have actually helped us to cope every now and then in critical situations that sometimes occur in a complex project like the ESS.

There are of course many people who have got into serious trouble due to the ash cloud. Not the least people in Iceland who are already suffering from the financial collapse. I think about you and wish you all the best in your struggle to fix the Icelandic economy. A positive effect in all this could be though that Iceland have probably never got as much international publicity and PR before. So in the long run, an exotic volcano might help tourism and make it easier to open new doors to do business in the future.

For those who like to cheer things up a bit in all this mess, there is a lot of humour on the volcanic subject flourishing around the web:

United Kingdom: "Dear Iceland, we asked for cash, not ash!".

Iceland: "Sorry for the flight delays, Europe. We were aiming for London, but it's hard to be accurate when firing a volcano".

Or this one:

"The last wish of the Icelandic economy was to have its ashes scattered over Europe...".

Locally, here in my mailbox, the news just reached me that our friend, ProfESSor John Larese who gave a speech at the ESS / Lund University seminar series last week, is still in Sweden unable to get home because of the ash cloud. Live and direct from Uppsala (apparently there's a second university town in Sweden after Lund?) John sent me a short reflection on his current situation. He seems to be contemplating over geology stuff, perhaps trying to find some secret code to send as a morse signal to his science colleagues back home across the Atlantic:

"Im sitting in my hotel room in Uppsala, Sweden reflecting on the past few days and how premonitory my lecture at Lund University was. I opened my lecture about Spallation Neutron Souces and Nanomaterials with the Great Smokey Mountains as a backdrop on my title page but little did I think that this Chemistry profESSor from TennESSee, the VOLunteer University was going to fall victim to the Nano silica ash originating from the Smokey Icelandic VOLcano eruption. While some confusion still exists it appears that I still have a few days to ponder if the VOLcano will stop SPALLing out any more Nanosilica ash and this citizen of the VOLunteer state can return home. In the future I'll stick to VOLunteering to scatter neutrons closer to TennESSee and not dodging VOLcanic ash!"

Dear John, I hope you make it back to the US and Tennessee soon and don't suffer too much from “jet lash”. Otherwise you could always settle down in Lund and build a spectrometer or two. We will need them to analyse the huge (but so remarkably invisible) particle clouds that keeps the Europeans from levitating nowadays.

By the way, Johnny cASH was born in Kingsland, ArkanSAS - But he actually died in nASHville TennESSee.. ashESS to ashESS.. I think I need to cough..

End of story.

Oh, one more: "Waiter, there's volcanic ash in my soup. I know, it's a no-fly zone".


Airport tales No.7

Posted by: Colin Carlile in travelGauginCopenhagenartairport on

Colin Carlile

Bonjour Monsieur GauginThursday, on my way to Berlin. I was being checked through the gate at Copenhagen airport by a rather nice-looking dark-haired young lady.  My eye was caught by her name-badge. “Carina Gaugin”, it read ! Could it be, I wondered… ? No, surely.  Only one way to find out.  “Are you related to the great man” said I ?  She blushed (was I the first one to notice and ask this question.) “Yes !”, she said with a big beaming smile, which repaid handsomely my curiosity, “he was my great-grandfather.” “He married a Danish woman, you know” she continued, “I’ve been to see his grave twice.” She became so animated.  I felt somehow elevated by this encounter, and life was suddenly that bit lighter.  Not for her the naming of some exotic perfume, or using her famous name in some spurious way. She had chosen a genuine use of her talents; part of the team which would get me, and others, to Berlin; part of the team, unwittingly, which would contribute to bringing the ESS to Lund.  Teamwork values all members of the team whether they are called Smith or Gaugin, whether they are heavy hitters or they have a lighter touch. Everyone can make a difference.

Breton Woman and Goose by the waterAnd Copenhagen airport was confirmed with me once again as so people-friendly; look out for a painter’s great-grand-daughter next time you pass through. But remember, I’ve already asked her the question…


Airport tales No.6

Posted by: Colin Carlile in travelromeneutron sourceeuropeessbaggageairport on

Colin Carlile

To Rome for a meeting of the ESS Preparatory Phase Council, where the task-work is progressing well. I couldn't help reflecting however that it would all be so much more focussed if there were a decision taken on where the ESS is to be built. But we are pushing hard to achieve that within the next 3 months. I do sense that we are very close to resolving this long-standing thorny question for ESS, which is so necessary if Europe is to have a next-generation neutron source operating at full specification before 2025.

Heading through the airport towards car hire that Sunday morning, I was stopped by a woeful-looking guy with a huge baggage trolley. He was British, which was somehow clear from the way he was dressed. He'd had his wallet stolen, poor guy, which contained his air ticket and his money and his credit cards. Could I give him 5 EUR to phone his brother? I had no euros on me, but he would take Swedish Krona. I offered to phone his brother, but there was a complex reason why this wouldn't work, so I gratefully declined his offer to transfer 5 EUR of my wealth from me to him and went on my way. Nevertheless I felt guilty, the Good Samaritan, the parable of the sower etc. nagging on my mind. Seven hours of sunshine later I was cheerfully retracing my steps having returned the car - I'd had the Sunday to fill before the meeting - and who should be heading towards me, head down, pushing his baggage trolley out of the airport, but my sartorially-challenged countryman. I winked at him, and he allowed me a quizzical smile. A good day's work, then? So pleasing to see initiative is not dead. It´s initiative we need to get the ESS built, that´s for sure...