Miller Analogy Restored

W mounts his pony by standing on British Prime Minister

Correction: The Miller Analogy Restored

            The Rocket City Blues Department of Science and Technology Reportage has received a somewhat testy objection to July 2’s column on this blog,  “Higgs Boson Particle is Justin Bieber,“ where we reported that as per Professor Miller’s theory—or “The Miller Analogy”--the Higgs Boson Particle could be understood as Justin Bieber at a cocktail party getting moshed by groupies who appear to gather mass but we don’t know for sure because we were not invited.  Our correspondent acknowledged that he had, with “the best intentions,” sort of “sexed up” the Miller Analogy by substituting Justin Bieber--in fact born too late to be at the cocktail party--for “the former Prime Minister” of Great Britain, who is claimed to have been in Professor Miller’s original version.  While confessing the liberty he took with Professor Miller, the writer adds a claim for the “essential legitimacy” of his amended “Miller Analogy” for how the Higgs Boson Field works.

            At Rocket City Blues we are almost unanimous in our conviction that truth in science reporting is worth considering, and so we replace the sexed-up and errant “Miller Analogy,” pretty good but maybe “Miller Light,” with a restored Standard Model Miller Analogy:

Imagine you are on a balcony looking down at a cocktail party and you see an  amiable upper-class English twit following right behind  George W. Bush, the former American president who walks this way and that through the cocktail party, swinging his arms in an exaggerated fashion and spreading his hands out so he will look like a big man. Now, after you see how closely the amiable twit follows as W wanders about trying to find where he is supposed to be, follows W so closely you think his knees might be glued to W’s ass, you realize suddenly that this follower of W is not as you first thought, a gluon, a subatomic massless particle, but rather Tony Blair, the former Prime Minister of Britain. And so, remembering that appearances are not quite enough in physics, you shift your paradigm, so to speak, and you see that what you took to be gluon is in fact Tony Blair and also the Higgs Boson particle at the same time, admittedly for reasons that are not quite apparent to anyone except perhaps Professor Miller.

In any case, suddenly Tony Blair the Bosun seizes W by the shoulders and tries to steer him toward the banquet table where massness is being served up. But W is massless, so, like a pingpong ball and a microsopic speck of dust on a ping pong table with something sticky on it, Tony Blair and W are simply stuck together and glued in place. But then there is a sudden commotion. A flash. A kaboom. And a country in the Middle East, not the one that was already smacked but another we were not quite expecting, is blown to fucking smithereens. Totally.  Up on the balcony, you say to yourself, “Did I just see that, or what?”

This is physics. This is how everything works.