‘I will have nothing to with a bomb’

I have started a project over here. It is sort of my version of the the Large Hadron Collider.

The aim is to try and do a drawing, image, doodle (any drawing even if it’s crap) for some event or person born on that particular day and then post it.
That is the goal, but I’m probably more interested in the by-products that come out, sort of like the way that useful by products have come from trying to find sub atomic particles or putting man on the moon. Apparently we have velcro because of NASA and we have the www because of CERN.

So far I’ve learned how to do a website and a little about Jean Harlow and today I’ve discovered about Lise Meitner, a lady I had never heard about until this afternoon but is probably one of the most influential women of the 20th century.

It seemed like a good day to note her name with it being International Women’s Day tomorrow.

The only reason I found out about her is because tomorrow (8th March) is one of those days in which nothing exciting seems to have ever happened in world history and I was stuck with some random German man called Otto Hahn for a birthday.

Reading a little about Otto Hahn I discovered that he discovered the fission of uranium and got awarded the Nobel Prize.  It seems though that it was a joint effort with a Lise Meitner, but no Nobel Prize for her for whatever reason.
In 1943 she was asked to join The Manhatten Project but answered ‘I will have nothing to do with a bomb!’. The thing is that although she didn’t know at the time she did contribute to the bomb.


Dr Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Although as a child I was aware of The Troubles on my doorstep I was too young to worry about the state of the wider world.  Things such as the Cold War didn’t effect me. But it must have played on the minds of people like my parents.
I remember dad mentioning in passing that some people thought a meteorite that fell in the late 1960’s over Ulster  was a nuclear bomb. What else would have caused the night sky to light up like that?
Ever since reading Hiroshima last week I have been reflecting on the nuclear arms race and wondering why men raced to produce bombs so powerful and destructive.
It seemed like as good a time as any to watch Dr Strangelove. My feeling about the film is that it is overrated. Yet I am watching now in a world that hasn’t just experienced the Cuban Missile Crisis. So maybe it is like Bob Dylan. I think he is over-rated as well, but if I had been living through the 60’s how would that change my perspective?

There is one line in the film that stands out, a line about one B-52 carrying bombs with the same amount of explosive power as all the bombs exploded by all the sides during World War II. And as for things going wrong by mistake, this is the sort of incident that happened in the 60’s. Part of me is grateful for not being aware of this stuff growing up.