The Bozo Condensate

i-1e8ca3d6f1057cdc4f9532702467bc29-sm_cover_draft_atom.jpgI'm standing in the kitchen, sipping tea and watching snow blowing across the back yard. It's cold enough that the digital thermometer has stopped working, which puts it in the single digits Fahrenheit. I'm not looking forward to walking the dog in this.

"Pretty cold, dude," she says.

"Yeah," I say. "It's cold, all right."

"You better let me outside," she says, tail wagging. "I'm gonna catch a whole bunch of bunnies!"

"A whole bunch? How do you figure?"

"Well, it's so cold that they'll all be together. You know, like one of those Bozo Condensates."

"Bozo Condensate?" It's too early in the morning for this.

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If you want to read the rest, go check out "The Dog Particle" at Seed, a new piece (not a chapter excerpt) written to promote the book. It should give you the flavor of the thing, if you haven't already bought How to Teach Physics to Your Dog, and want a quick sense of what it's all about. And, hopefully, it will teach you a few things about Bose-Einstein Condensation.

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