The husband routinely endeavors to teach me math and science. These are not my strong points but they are his. I have no interest in science and the only math I like and understand is used in measuring fabric or cooking. But, I try to feign interest.
He is constantly viewing You-Tube videos about theoretical science, astrophysics, you name it, if it’s about science he will tune in. One of his favorites is Neil deGrasse Tyson’s appearance on PBS’s Nova. If anyone can interest me in listening to science it will be him. He’s very likable. I don’t agree with his opinions of the beginning of the Universe, but I’ll forgive him.
Basically the only concept I grasped from the whole lecture series was this . . . there is a theory that black holes are really shaped more like funnels. And, if a person/thing were ever to be sucked into this black funnel, they would be stretched thinner and thinner and longer and longer in order to fit through the tip of the funnel. (Ending up where, no one knows.) This process of stretching and thinning is call, wait for it, Spaghettification. For some reason I love this word. I love spelling it and saying it. It feels so fun rolling around on my tongue. THIS is what I rememberer. In fact, I’m renaming one of my spaghetti dishes Spaghettification.
If frustrates the husband when I mention this because, through all of the videos I have watched with him, he feels this is the most unimportant, insignificant fact I could glean. But, there it is, Spaghettification. Say it with me.
So, the next time you’re in a situation where the conversation is lagging and the dreaded silence is looming, pull out the story about Spaghettification. You will be remembered.
magicalmess 