Tuesday, February 3, 2009

All things tend toward Entropy

roman ruin

"I didn't knock it down, he did!"

The title of this entry is a thought that randomly and sometimes consistently (see entropy) comes to mind as I review the day's activities, relationships, and physical state.  This statement, from some science class that I probably got a C in, has been firmly and permanently encased in my left frontal lobe, under the scarring or "brain cloud," the neurologists keep "finding" to explain away some of my behavioral traits.

Definitions provided in part by Wikipedia with clarifications and further explanations by Beckipedia.

"In many branches of science, entropy is a measure of the disorder of a system. The concept of entropy is particularly notable as it is applied across physics, information theory, mathematics," and I might add the raising of boys.

It may be that raising girls has a similar tendency, but as I do not have any, all of my research is a result of being constantly surrounded by those who bear the Y chromosome with great pride and confidence. Pride meaning there is no shame for skillfully breaking wind and confidence in the fact that one knows they can do it anywhere and anytime, on command.

"In thermodynamics [raising boys] (a branch of physics), entropy, symbolized by S, is a measure of the unavailability of a system’s energy to do work."

Usually, this "system" says that his legs don't work anymore or he's "too tired to go to bed," but only when the "system's" auditory organs detect vibrations coming from the direction of the "system's" mother's mouth. Unpredictable as to what the chosen "unavailability to do work"  might be, the "system" does show some consistency in its need to ignore one certain voice or element.

"It is a measure of the disorder of molecules in a system, and is central to the second law of thermodynamics [raising boys] and to the fundamental thermodynamic [male sibling] relation, both of which deal with physical processes and whether they occur unexpectedly."

Here again (politely skirting the double implications of the last bit of this quote in relation to intestinal issues), we see the will not to conform to what propriety demands, though in certain environments with the proper stimuli (candy, threats, long amounts of time in pressure chambers) the molecules [boys] that govern the system can be persuaded to get along with the other molecules [boys], and when the theory is actually played out as the simulations predict, it can be unexpected and pleasantly rewarding.

"Spontaneous changes in isolated systems [boys] occur with an increase in entropy. Unexpected changes tend to average out differences in temperature, pressure, density, and chemical potential that may exist in a system [boy], and entropy is thus a measure of how great the unexpected changes are."

As certain systems break down, flail sporadically on the ground (or lab table), and a heavy layer of condensation collects on the system's surface, one might observe gradual changes.  First, the system dries up, apologizes to the matronly lab technician for the sudden, unexpected moisture, temperature, pressure and saline level.  Then, the system and the lab technician hug in an upper appendage-ing way and to everyone's surprise the system suddenly goes back to normal, fighting entropy for at least an hour.

5 comments:

Deanne said...

From someone that has a boy and a girl...I can attest that the same applies at our house.

Sophie and Truman both love to use the, "I'm too tired" or "my legs don't work" excuses. It's ironic that those excuses almost always come into play when it's bedtime...all the more reason to go to bed I tell them!

mommymuse said...

Very clever post, Ms. Beckipedia :)

etosamoe said...

Ok, several major points:

1. According to theories on . . .

Well, maybe just one thing . . .

nevermind, too much entropy.

You're hilarious becky

XOXOXO
Chris

Melisa said...

Well, that explains it all!

teddedo

Melissa said...

Love this post! I, too, learned about entropy in science class somewhere along the way and never thought much of it until I had boys. Great description of raising boys!