At 08:13 am 12/06/2006 -0700, Jones wrote:
> A second message is more subtle, requires thinking
> 'outside the box' and would mean little to other
> observers, outside the current threads on vortex
> related to polywater and WaterFuel.
If you think of the nano tubes as a rather exotic
clay mineral then what is going on becomes awfully
obvious - and I use the words awfully in the sense
of filling one with awe.
In soil mechanics terms.....
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(see Soil Mechanics for Road Engineers,
Department of Scientific and Industrial
Research, Road Research Laboratory.
Her Majesty's Stationery Office, 195,
Chapter 16, Soil Moisture and the
Factors Governing its Movement, pp.293-325)
The following article is also relevant,
http://physorg.com/news4113.html
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.....the water in the nanotubes
is in a high state of tension, at a high pF to use the
scientific term. Therefore in putting water into the
tubes the viscosity will seem to be negative since the
water will be falling down a pressure gradient and be
"sucked in" to the material. There is a nice hysteresis
curve on page 301 of SMFRE which I will scan in later.
This apparent negative viscosity probably partly
explains Jason Holt's statement, "As you shrink the pore
size, there is a huge enhancement in flow rate."
"It's something that is quite counter-intuitive," says
LLNL chemical engineer Jason Holt, whose findings
appeared in the 19 May issue of Science.
The trouble with science is that it is partitioned
into ever smaller pieces and people working in one
discipline have very little idea of what has already
been discovered yonks ago in another. One of the
advantages of multi-disciplinary discussion groups
like this one is that it enables one to bridge those
gaps - albeit with not a little suffering. <g>
Now the beauty of nano-tubes viewed as clay minerals
is that there ain't nothing like them in nature - but
if there are
# Then the news ain't come to Ha'vard
There may be many others,
But they haven't been discavard. #
[with apologies to Tom Lehrer 8-) ]
So here we are dealing, not with the one-dimensional
Casimir pressure on the flat plate mineral grains,
but with the 2-dimensional Casimir pressure on the
nano-cylinders and the consequent 8th power pressure
reduction within them.
Now I wrote "I use the words awfully in the sense
of filling one with awe." because all this has very
spooky connotations. But because I don't want to
"deeply hurt the feelings of fervent atheists" like
Michel and other little darlings by disturbing
their naive faith I will put these connotations
safely out of reach on the Yahoo Beta-atmosphere
Group site. I'm sure, Michel, you don't object
to any proselytizing on my own site, eh! ;-)
Which calls for one of the poems I frequently read
to my grandson, Edwin, whose angelic visage you
can behold in my Yahoo profile.
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The Spider and the Fly - by Mary Howitt 1821.
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Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did espy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!
And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly. <g>
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Cheers,
Frank
