Henry's Interview Corner
A Beagle Dreams of Finally Getting Some Answers
H: Mr. Boson, welcome to Henry’s Interview Corner. How is our connection? Can you hear me okay?
HB: I can hear you fine, Henry, but Mr. Boson is not really my name.
H: What do you mean? We specifically booked Mr. Higgs Boson. Who the heck are you?
HB: Boson is what I am. It’s not really a proper name.
H: You think Boson is not a proper name? I was fine with Boson. But Higgs… what kind of first name is that? I bet the kids loved picking on you at school.
HB: I didn’t go to school.
H: I wouldn’t either with that name. ‘Course, I’m a Beagle so that’s never been much of a worry for me anyway. All I’m saying is what kind of mother names her kid …. Higgs?
HB: It’s not a first name. It’s a last name. And it’s not my last name, it belongs to someone else.
H: Well now I’m completely confused.
HB: Okay. A boson is any of a group of subatomic particles that has either a zero spin or an integral spin and obeys the rules of Bose-Einstein statistics. A boson is to be distinguished from a fermion, which has a spin that is one-half of an odd integer and obeys the rules of Fermi-Dirac statistics. I am a Higgs boson, named after physicist Peter Higgs who predicted me back in 1964.
H: Uh, I assumed you were named after a musical instrument.
HB: That’s a bassoon.
H: So then what am I supposed to call you? Boson?
HB: A lot of people just call me the God Particle.
H: Excuse me, did you say the God Particle?
H: Well… la de da. You want me … to call you… the God Particle.
HB: I do answer to that.
H: Maybe I’ll just call you Higgy. Take you down a peg or two.
HB: It’s your interview.
H: So tell me…Higgy… what is it you are known for? What do you do all day?
HB: I exist.
H: You exist? You are known for existing. That’s the big deal? Higgy exists?
HB: Yes. I’ve been officially discovered. The Higgs field now exists as scientific fact.
H: They’ve named a field after you?
HB: Well, yes.
H: That was quick. Weren’t you just discovered?
HB: I exist as a field.
H: I see. And are there any trees in this field? Or rocks? Or garbage cans? Anything upright that holds a scent?
HB: Yes. The Higgs field has all of those things. The Higgs field is everything in the universe.
H: Man. That’s some field.
HB: It permeates everything in the universe.
H: I thought that was The Force.
HB: Same thing.
H: I know a few Jedi’s that are going to be surprised to hear that.
HB: It is what it is.
H: Okay, that sounds a little like Master Yoda, so maybe you’re right. So you exist.
H: Anything else or is that pretty much it?
HB: I am responsible for all mass.
H: Are you taking credit for universal health care? Because that has caused no end of contortions for Mitt Romney in that last election.
HB: No. I’m not saying I’m responsible for Massachusetts…
HB: No, I’m saying I am responsible for mass.
H: So you’re a field and a Catholic priest. How do you find time for both?
HB: No. No. My religion is only science.
H: Ah, so you’re a Thetan. Now this is all starting to make some sense. Do you think it’s possible I was a famous sled dog in a past life? When I get leashed up, all I want to do is pull hard and find someone to take my picture.
HB: Not Scientology. Science. When I say that I am responsible for mass, I am speaking of mass as a scientific concept. You weigh whatever you weigh because of me. If it were not for me, Higgs-boson, you would not have any mass.
H: Well, no offense, but I think that has more to do with the fact that the garbage can in my kitchen does not have a dog-proof lid. But hey, if you want to take the blame for my weight, knock yourself out there Higgy.
HB: You still don’t understand. Everything in the universe that has any substance exists because of me.
H: So, you are disowning Donald Trump, Snookie and Glenn Beck.
HB: What? No.
H: Oh. Then you’re actually taking responsibility for those guys?
HB: Everything. Everyone. No exceptions.
H: Oprah Winfrey?
H: I interviewed her two weeks ago. She let me sit in her lap.
HB: Well, that’s fine. But she would not even have a lap for you to sit on were it not for the Higgs field.
H: A word of advice, Higgy. Oprah is not to be trifled with. Okay? And I’m not just talking about her legions of lawyers. She can buy and sell you like that; and if I had opposable thumbs I’d snap my toes for emphasis.
HB: I’ll take your word for it. Look, I really think you’re missing the point. Everything in the universe is made out of the same fundamental elements. Everything. And the Higgs field…
HB: No what?
H: No, that’s not true. We’re not all made out of the same … whatever it was you just said.
HB: Fundamental elements?
H: You know what a cat is?
HB: Of course.
H: Not the same.
HB: You’re wrong. Exactly the same. A cat is made of all of the same fundamental subatomic material that is in the telephone you’re using and the chair you’re sitting in…
H: I’m actually sitting under my porch. I was bad.
HB: The porch then. The cat and the porch are made of the same stuff. And so are you.
H: You know, for a God Particle, you’re really an imbecile. Dogs and cats are complete opposites.
HB: You’re way out of your depth, I’m afraid.
H: Well, no one has named a stupid field after me if that’s what you mean.
HB: That’s not what I mean.
H: But, hey, I’ve been in a field or two in my day and I know a pile of shit when I smell it.
HB: No, Henry, listen. Dog and cats? They’re the same. Okay? The shit too. It’s the same. It’s all the same.
H: Well, if you are saying that a cat is made out of the same basic elements as a pile of shit in a field, that’s not such a stretch. But cats and dogs?
HB: The same.
H: We’re mortal enemies. Polar opposites.
HB: No. You’re the same.
H: Almond Joy and Mounds. Republicans and Democrats. Leno and Letterman. Monday Romney and Tuesday Romney.
HB: The same. All the same.
H: Okay, so then this other particle you mentioned, what was it again?
HB: What… a fermion?
H: Yeah, that. I suppose you two are exactly the same too.
HB: That’s absurd. A fermion can’t help but spin. But a boson? Sometimes we spin and sometimes we don’t. A fermion only dreams of that option. We’re nothing alike. Fermions are all about the stupid Fermi-Dirac statistics. I mean, who subscribes to that tripe? I mean really?
HB: Two fermions walk into a bar… you know why that has always been a ridiculous joke? Because two or more fermions cannot—CANNOT—occupy the same quantum state! However, there is no limit – NO LIMIT – to the number of bosons that can occupy the same quantum state.
H: But aside from over-crowding the bar, what does that prove?
HB: What does it prove? What does it prove?! It proves….
H: I think you’re the same. Exactly…the…same.
H: Higgy and Fermi sittin’ in a field, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then…
HB: Of all the stupid, insulting…
H: You love her, don’t you?
HB: She’s not a God Particle! I’m a God Particle! I am! You got that? You ... you… Beagle!
H: You looooovvvve her.
H: Hello? Higgy?
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