As I write this paper, electrons are shooting throughout my brain. That’s right, thousands of tiny particles, slicing through my head at the speed of light. I sit down to my computer to write this paper knowing that I am staring right down the barrel of an electron gun, my monitor. The monitor fires a constant stream of electrons and diverts them using electromagnets. They then strike the phosphorus at the front of my screen, creating the light I see and the radiation that continues to surge through my body. The scariest thing of all is I like it. I sit at the computer for hours every day. I find it strangely comforting. I do not know what it is that keeps me coming back to my computer. Is it the warm glow of the monitor or could it possibly be the radiation?
As infants, we are brought up with radiation as our guardian angel. From the hospital room, to the baby spoons made of recycled nickel from nearby nuclear power
Thinking in front of the monitor is easier for me than anywhere else. I can study there, its light being my guide through the text. I can relax and let my ideas flow out my hands, only to reappear in front of my eyes. My creativity always seems to be at its peek when I sit at my computer. Even when I am not using it, I like the fact that its hospitable glow is only a few feet away, omnipotent and comfortable. I can always go there if I have a little time. Radiation pouring into me and my ideas pouring out onto the screen of its carrier.
Radiation is associated in our deepest mind with technology and convenience. Granted some radiation is very harmful but most is quite natural. We can never escape it. No one really cares though; we usually enjoy it. Scientists have discovered that people like waterfalls because the friction in the crashing water releases free-floating electrons. Our bodies absorb these electrons and