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Sonifying the God particle

Sometimes you run across a most amazing way to deal with a problem. For most of us, we work through a series of what if's, extrapolate outcomes, then opt for a direction to take. Trial and error can play a role, as can estimating outcome based on experience. Darwin was right, and we do (mostly) tend to learn from our mistakes.

Scientists, well, they're a different breed. Which is great. They're trained in a most rigorous, traditional way to ensure they get the basics in their brains, then, if they're lucky, they get to apply themselves in really really cool ways.

Recently the pursuit for the Higgs boson particle, aka the 'God particle',  per The Independent.com,   'the elusive, hypothetical particle which supposedly gives mass to other particles
and will help scientists understand how the universe's first atoms came into existence ' has led to a different way to view the elusive particle.

Scientists have sonified what they believe the birth of a Higgs boson will sound like based on data produced by models they've constructed. Seriously. It's been likened to, again from theindependent.com, 'the sound of coins jangling in a wine glass.'

I listened to the synthesized recordings attached to an article last week, and was moved. And got goosebumps. More than once.

If you'd like to listen too, CLICK HERE. And here's another link to a sound file that might be better.

Apparently, due to the complexity of locating this potentially paradigm shifting particle, scientists decided that gathering data, then running that through a synthesizer would be a better way of filtering the volume of data they're processing. And they thought that the human ear is much more likely to detect sonic variations than the eye would be to register slight variations across computer screens.

Really.

If you care and want to read the article, CLICK HERE. 

If this doesn't qualify as thinking outside of the box, I don't know what does.

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