I write about science for Brookhaven National Laboratory.
I am also a freelance multimedia journalist and
an internet sensation.
I am a multimedia journalist with a concentration in health and science writing.
Coverage of U.S. science policy, healthcare, and climate change for national newspaper, wire service, and broadcast clients. Includes stories in print, video, and infographics.
Web editing responsibilities include managing CMS and social media outlets for the bureau.
Covered astronomy and emerging technology beats, and breaking news and general science assignments for commercial clients in Chicago region.
Produced videos, audio slideshows, photography, and infographics to complement written articles.
Web editing responsibilities included selecting top stories, running editorial meetings, and copy editing.
Designed and implemented programming to train Jewish Day School board members in best practices.
Contributed monthly to PEJE Blog and Board Leadership virtual Community of Practice.
Covered arts and events, and transportation for local, weekly newspaper. Wrote on assignment and provided photography.
Designed layout and wrote content of departmental marketing and communications.
Evaluation support including creation of survey instruments and analysis of data.
Conducted quantitative and qualitative interviews for research study on brain injuries.
Data entry and analysis using Microsoft Excel, Access, and SPSS databases.
Mercy’s tapped in to the next big music movement. I bet Elle The Dog would love this song.
It’s hard not to love great photos of clouds (who doesn’t love clouds??) but these glitch clouds by Matt Malloy are just stunning.
(via kateoplis)
I was reading this last night and thinking about how it applies to the personas we create as bloggers, and then I came to work and had a press release ripped to shreds editing-wise and now this title page is taunting me.
It just took me four tries to like a post. I couldn’t accurately guide the mouse to the heart button. To be fair, I have a cat walking all over my lap/keyboard. I’m amazed I can still type well enough to make this post happen right now.
Flown Saturn V Engines Recovered from AtlanticSo I just learned that bazillionaire Amazon.com founder Jeff Bezos funded a salvage mission to recover spent Saturn V parts from the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Bezos’ team has indeed located two Saturn F-1 engines from a depth of almost three miles. The specific engines have not yet been positively identified but they may belong to S-1C-6, the first stage of the Saturn V which launched Apollo 11. If so, this would be amazing. The only hardware to return from that mission are some pressure suits and the Command Module Columbia. Having more physical remnants by which to remember that historic mission would be wonderful.
Gary is a space nerd (like myself) and he’s withholding some cool info, which he shared elsewhere on the internet:
“All of those little holes are where fuel and liquid oxygen spray out under extreme pressure and ignite. The fins sticking up are baffles that suppress pressure waves which create combustion instabilities that could otherwise rip the engine apart. How did engineers determine the pattern of holes to use? Trial and error. Lots of error. The wrong pattern results in lots of shrapnel.”
What an incredible piece of engineering.
The physics of fluid, revealed in spellbinding color by artist Fabian Oefner. The exotic fluid dynamics of paint splattering off of a rotating drill are captured frozen in time using high-tech flash technology. The whole thing is over in approximately 1/40000th of a second.
Check out io9 for a little fluid dynamic explanation and check out more from Oefner here.
I wanna see Oefner’s shirt after he did this. I bet it’s just as cool looking as these images.
I don’t know if I’m a little homesick lately or just wishing hard for summer or maybe it’s a bit of both, but I’ve had this great memory stuck in my head tonight. Toph and Charlie and I were on our Great Canada Adventure, where we drove across North America on the TransCanada Highway.
Before we really took off, we stopped to visit Charlie’s folks at their lake cabin in Sandpoint, Idaho and on our last day we did some laundry in town. We grabbed dinner and then walked back to the laundromat in the warm afternoon, kicking a rock down the road. It was late enough that the sun was sort of orange and coming at us from just above the tree line and Charlie started humming this song. Toph began to whistle and by the time we got back to our laundry, we were all singing at the top of our lungs. It was one of those perfect summer moments.
I come home every night to a kitten who needs lots of instant snuggles. She gives me five minutes and then goes off to do her own thing. What a perfect little creature.
A beautifully drawn 19th Century scrapbook that survived a house fire and was later found in a landfill tells the story of a group of dreamers who met during the California Gold Rush and formed the Sonora Aero Club. They were heavy drinkers who dreamed up fantastical flying machines in the saloons of Northern California at the end of the 1800s. Or maybe they didn’t. There’s no other convincing record that this group met, except for this meticulous journal. Maybe the author was just making it all up. But what a story.
For more on the mystery, see the full article at The Atlantic.
Just came home to find my favorite backyard tree cut down. First the impending snowstorm and now this? I’m beyond upset.
The Arctic Oscillation is at negative 7.
My boss is a weather nerd (he gets updates from the Weather Service, participates in weather chatboards, reads every weather model, etc.) and I get all my weather predictions straight from him. I asked him about the possibility of snow on Monday and he gave me this enigmatic answer.
When I pressed him on it, he said that this is a Weather AnomalyTM and that it basically means the weather from the Arctic Circle is coming down to Long Island for a visit. No thank you. We are not open for visitors at this time.
Highland and School Street on April 24, 1956
The Somerville Archives are on Tumblr! I lived in Somerville for two years and I miss it sometimes. It was such a haven away from Boston. We lived on the top floor of one of those triple-decker homes and we were on a hill, so we had a nice view of the city skyline from our back balcony. I remember I used to look out back to see if the lights were on at Fenway to check if there was a Red Sox game each night.
We lived just down the street from this intersection. Surprisingly little has changed since this photo was taken. If you look closely, you can see a church tower behind the tree in the center of the photo. Our house was directly behind that church, and I would wait for the bus in the mornings under its awnings.
March Madness. (click to enlarge)
[N.B.: this works best read from left to right—and then just choose your own poetry adventure.]
This year, I explained what March Madness was to Elizabeth, and not only did she immediately want to make a bracket (in which she put Syracuse making the Final Four…), but she also turned the entire 2013 bracket into a visual poem.
I’m gonna frame this.
There is something in this presentation of poetry that is so exciting and unexpected. I want more bracket poetry! Write, Ms. Cantwell, write!
If you don’t think this is extremely cool, I probably don’t want to know you. And you may not even be human. Have that checked out.
Oh, so awesome.
I wrote my Mom an email to wish her a Happy Persian New Year, because even though I don’t really care about New Year celebrations, I’m not a total jerk and I love my mom. Anyway, here’s what transpired:
Chels: Norooz Pirooz! God, that’s fun to say.
Mom: Happy Norooz to you too, Chels. Do you know what Pirooz means?
Chels: I thought it meant happy, or good tidings, or something.
Mom: Pirooz means ‘victor’. When used in Norooz Pirooz it’s the equivalent of “Viva Norooz!”
Chels: Oh, I like that a lot! I want to walk around shouting it out.
Last night I did just that in my house. “Pirooz, pirooz, pirooz!” I bet my upstairs neighbor thinks I’m insane.