I Covered LIGO Before It Was Cool

Back in 2005 when I was an undergraduate in Physics at LSU, I tried to cover LIGO for the weekly campus newspaper I freelanced for, Tiger Weekly. You may have heard of LIGO in recent days with the discovery of gravity waves. Well, I knew what they were trying to do over a decade ago and how cool and monumental a thing it would be. I just had trouble convincing others of this fact.

The problem was things were tumultuous at the paper with a new editor and an attempt to adjust the content to appeal to a broader readership. And the way things worked was a writer would propose a story idea, the editor(s) would give it the green light or not, and then the writer would go to work on the story for the next issue. Well, this process did not guarantee the story would ever be published and the writer paid.

I was considered the news guy at the time and was often tasked with some of the more difficult subjects and stories we covered, especially the technical ones. This was not necessarily a good role to have to play at a paper more focused on drug use, student’s sex lives, sports, selling beer and bar ads, and covering whatever the controversial flavor of the month was, but I played it. I enjoyed it, usually. I actually learned about LIGO while covering some other stories coming out of LSU’s Center for Computation for Computation and Technology (CCT), like the hiring of a former NASA JPL computer scientist, Dr. Thomas Sterling, that went by the nickname “tron.” It was cool stuff.

Well, LIGO fascinated me when I learned about it for a few reasons. First, I love reading stuff about black holes and gravity and I got to speak with people using supercomputers to model the collision of spiraling neutron stars. Nerd heaven.

Second, LIGO is based in Livingston, Louisiana, which is about an hour from LSU’s campus, and it seemed shocking that such research was being done in the state. It was like learning they were testing a warp drive down the road. And the folks at the CCT were always nice and cooperative and more than happy to discuss their work with me

And third (this is completely geeky), my sci-fi theory for faster than light travel revolves around gravity waves.

My thinking goes (and I was told this was the case) that gravity waves behave like regular waves, meaning they can interfere with one another. I’ll just link to the wiki article on the phenomena to save time. So if gravity waves can interfere with another another like regular waves then you can do one of two interesting things: neutralize a wave or cause it to resonate. Just like how a singer can shatter a champagne glass by producing the right tone, we might be able to do something similar to space-time itself without needing a pair of black holes. That’s what’s great about resonance patterns and standing waves. They let you keep contributing tiny bits of energy to a wave to keep increasing its amplitude. It’s like pushing someone on a swing to get them higher and higher. So, let’s do the same with gravity and significantly smaller masses to see what happens.

I even emailed Michio Kaku once asking if this was possible, but never got a response. I’ll put it in a wildly popular book one day and then he won’t be able to ignore me any longer! Geek rant (fail) over.

So, I brought the story to the attention of the editor and dove right into setting up interviews and doing research. After many hours of work, I produced a 900 words feature story on the facility and sent it to the editor for review. She rejected it on the basis it was too technical.

I was really upset with this at the time and it even irks me a little now, given the recent breakthrough. I had been so excited about the story and put a lot of time and effort into it, as well as taking up other people’s time. And well, I didn’t get paid. It might have only been like $25 or $30. I can’t remember for certain, but it was my money. But looking back now with the benefit of experience and reading the original story (which I pulled off a laptop older than the story), the editor wasn’t completely wrong. The story was in need of some dumbing down.

Fortunately, I wasn’t finished with LIGO. It took another year and a new editor (managing editor), as well as developing my own abilities and reputation as a writer. We got one of those overly complicated press releases about the facility “reaching design sensitivity,” and the managing editor at the time (who kept things running through Katrina), Samantha Morgan, brought it to my attention. Well, I jumped at the chance to do another LIGO story and be paid for it this time. Samantha, who remains a good friend and has moved onto much bigger and better things, was a lot more open-minded about story ideas, thankfully. And I felt that was to the benefit of the paper. So, when I got in touch with old contacts, reused some stuff from the original story I wrote, and updated things with the news in the press release, she published the story. It took a year, but I got it done.

I wish I could link to the story. Once upon a time, I could have, but the original website that hosted all of my freelance stories from those days died when the paper re-branded itself, DIG. It’s kind of sad and I wish the publisher would post those old stories in an archive format or something, assuming copies of them still exist.

Nevertheless, I like to hold onto things that might become important later, so here’s a scan from one of my old copies of the original issue of Tiger Weekly, March 22-28, 2006. You can click on them to enlarge them for the sake of readability. And yes, there is at least one typo. I think I have a typo curse or something about my writing style screws with people’s brains. Even when my stuff goes through professional editors, its weird how artifacts escape notice. And I’m not faulting Samantha. Tiger Weekly had a shoestring (if your shoestrings are made of dental floss) budget and reliable copy editors were hard to come by. The one or two we did have time to time were usually just overwhelmed trying to edit a dozen stories on a Sunday afternoon.

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And for comparison sake, here’s the original 2005 version of the story. It’s more general, more technical, was never published, and never passed before the eyes of a copy editor. But I’m still a little proud of it. It’s cool being able to say that, yes, I covered what LIGO was up to ten years before the big boys even deigned to notice it. I bet the relevant Wikipedia entries got slammed with traffic when word got out.

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Walking in the Dark Hallways with the Babadook…

I’m not certain whether I have ever had a truly supernatural experience. The kinds of things I’ve encountered have always walked the line between my imagination and reality. And the thought of actually having a true, make-me-an-absolute-believer-type of experience is both terrifying and wondrous. The implications it would have for my understanding of my own existence, as well as the numerous new mysterious and terrors, would be staggering.

In the spirit of the holiday and with this extra hour of time, I thought I’d share a brief recollection of one of the creepiest places I’ve ever been.

When I was a kid, my parents would clean our church to help pay for my tuition to attend the church’s school. The church was a relatively large building, maybe capable of seating a couple hundred people. It wasn’t a “mega church,” but it was surprisingly nice for what it was. It had a high ceiling and two massive, brass chandeliers. The stage was probably about four feet high with a pit on either side for the piano and the organ. The choir had a place in the back behind the pulpit with risers built into the floor for them beneath the balcony-like baptismal where the centerpiece of the church, a massive, wooden, and back-lit cross hung on the wall.

It would generally take my parents two to three hours to clean the place, which consisted of vacuuming the carpet, dusting, picking up any trash, changing garbage bags, bringing any glasses used by the pastor or deacons to the adjacent office building for washing, etc. My brother and I would help sometimes just to get the job done faster.

So, I spent a lot of time in this church and some of that time was in the dark. When the lights were out, the only illumination came from whatever light trickled in through the front-facing stain-glass windows and the emergency exit signs at either end of the place. Despite being a church and a place I had spent hundreds of hours over the course of the weekly services, in-school chapel services, various school activities, and cleaning, the place was creepy. Maybe it was how the magenta carpet absorbed the red light from the exits signs to make the place darker than it should have been. Or maybe it was the vastness of the space and the numerous shadows. The random sounds of the HVAC system and the building settling didn’t help either. And there were rats in the attic or on the roof, I’m sure.

During some football games, my friends and I, still in grade school, would sometimes sneak away from the game and go inside the school building (I’ll get to the school building in a moment), which stood adjacent to the church and was connected with a compact, car-length breezeway. We would dare each other to go into the darkened church. And one of my friends was a superstitious sort (even more so than the rest of us). She claimed to have seen a demon in the church once. It seemed a frightful thing to us then, much less so as we got older, but now so many years later, I wonder if she did see something or felt something. There was, after all, something very wrong in that church, but it’s not something I want to get into.

And another thing I never wanted to get into was the school building after dark. As it stood next to the church, I would sometimes find myself having to go into the building to get something or to complete some chore. The building was built like a two-story box with an H-shaped hallway on both floors. On the ground floor, each point of the “H” was an exit of double, steel doors that were usually kept chained after hours and had just tinted, vertical slits in them for windows. The line running through the middle of the H was the main hallway with classrooms and the cafeteria on either side. One side of the H was the front of the building with a kind of foyer and the front staircase. The other was a strip of rooms used as the daycare facility. The second floor consisted almost entirely of classrooms, not counting the bathrooms, was connected to the bottom floor with the front staircase and a rear staircase off one point of the H.

Because of the floor layout, the absence of any windows outside of the classrooms, which had shut doors, this building was pretty much pitch black. There were emergency exit signs at some ends of the halls, but not all of them and they were incredible dim. No, if you went into this place at night without a flashlight, especially if the lights were also off in the church, you couldn’t see your own hand in front of your face.

When I had to go into this place, I knew where the light switch was for the hallway lights, but it was several paces down the hallway and place kind of in the middle of the wall. You had to feel around for it in the dark, usually, to find it. Turning on the lights, just one set of them, felt like I was only partially revealing a monster in the dark.

Those hallways were so eerie. Never have I experienced such a sense of claustrophobia in such an open space. The darkness and the air felt thick and heavy. And the couple of times I went alone, I imagined I could feel things moving around me and watching me. Why did that exit sign way at the end of the hall go dark for a second? The place was mostly silent, but silent in the way a cheap horror movie goes silent just before the jump scare comes. There were the usual sounds, sometimes, of the building settling, the water fountain compressors kicking on, and rats. You would listen for these things, glad to hear them because they were identifiable, as your skin tingled and the hairs on your neck stood on end. There was a remarkably strong sense of being exposed and vulnerable. It was as if at any moment, something may strike at your or take you away.

I’ve never experienced anything quite like that since and even back then, I would do my best not to go alone. But even with a few people or a flashlight, the place remained unsettling by managing to be too big, too dark, too empty, and leaving you feeling too exposed. It’s probably a good example of why all those investigators on the various ghost hunting shows always check out a place at night. Some places take on a completely different atmosphere at night than what they have during the day.

Do I think there was something lurking in those black hallways? I can’t say. It would be easy to dismiss it as just being a kid, but I don’t think I would want to go through those hallways at night, alone, as an adult. I’m no stranger to being in the dark or in creepy places. I’ve visited the Myrtles a few times and find the place generally pleasant once I get past the feeling of heaviness that comes over me every time I enter the parking lot.

Real or imagined, part of me thinks there’s something there. And it’s something I do not want to trifle with.

So, the thing that brought all of this to the forefront of my thoughts was my viewing of The Babadook for the first time. Don’t worry, I’m not going to share any spoilers or get into the plot or its meaning. No, it was the design and appearance of the Babadook that stood out to me. When I imagined something in the dark waiting to take me, I imagined something like the Babadook. That may be due to the bogey man nature of the creature. We all seem to have a general fear of shadow demons hiding in the dark. But yeah, I would not want to wake in the middle of the night to find half my room in supernatural shadow and such a creature looming over me, metaphor or not.

As far as horror movies go, it’s a good flick and original, which is refreshing. It’s definitely worth checking out with a friend, but don’t expect any major scares. This is more a psychological film. It made me feel more uncomfortable than afraid. It’s also more cerebral than your average slasher flick, so be prepared to pay attention to it. It’s more carefully crafted that you might realize upon your first viewing.

The sleeve that came with the blu-ray disc had a pretty cool pop-up design, imitating the children’s book that warns of the Babadook. It’s actually so cool, I’ll probably never be rid of it.

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“If it’s in a word, or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook.”

Not everything you find in dark places is necessarily bad. During the last super moon eclipse, I found myself walking all the way out to the nearby park, hoping it would be dark enough to capture some good photos of the eclipse. As I made my way into the park, which you aren’t really supposed to do after sunset (I’m a rebel…), I saw dancing, colored lights in the distance. And as I continued, I eventually heard music. I almost turned back, not wanting to get involved with strangers in the dark, but stayed the course. I ended up meeting the members of the Baton Rouge Fire Guild. From what I can tell, they’re just a group of people that like to dance with lighted things and fire. Simple enough. I couldn’t actually see their faces, because it was so dark with the clouds and the eclipse but I used the slow exposure setting for fireworks on my camera to snap some cool photos of them while I waited for breaks in the cloud cover to take quick shots of the eclipse. Here’s some shots.

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I didn’t actually get any good shots of the moon until I headed back and the cloud cover broke. I found myself in the dark, bracing my camera on a disc golf basket to steady it, while I used various settings on my camera to get it to both focus on the eclipse without blurring too much and capturing the color. It was a challenge. I kind of need to get a new camera. But, here you go.

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