#lhc
ALICE is optimized to study collisions of nuclei
at ultra-relativistic energies.
It consists of a large pixel-based tracking system
covering eight units of pseudorapidity
complemented by multiple systems for particle identification,
including silicon time-of-flight layers,
a ring-imaging Cherenkov detector,
a muon identification system,
and forward detectors for event characterisation.
The main new studies focus on beauty hadrons,
multi-charm baryons
and charm-charm correlations,
as as well as on precise measurements
to probe the mechanism of chiral-symmetry restoration
and the time-evolution of the QGP temperature.
ALICE 3 can uniquely contribute to hadronic physics
with femtoscopic studies
of the interaction potentials
between charm mesons
and searches for nuclei with charm,
and to fundamental physics, with tests of the Low theorem
for ultra-soft photon emission.
The LHC will operate
until the Long Shut Down 3,
starting in July 2026.
During the LS3, the LHC will undergo
a major upgrade
in order to increase its luminosity,
i.e. the number of collisions.
The upgraded machine, the High-Luminosity LHC,
which is due to restart mid-30 —
will run at least another decade.
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May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
Had nothing far ahead
Had nothing close by
Chasing a dream, I was framing my world
Actions and thoughts were governed, perfect
To me, I was a normal
Normal was every day too
On April 1, I got accepted
Thus started magic on me
Paranormal, euphoric
Who cares, how I was to the rest?
LHC started inside my head
Releasing God particles
New words,
New feelings started to run my veins
Intoxicated
Semiconscious
Was I.
Was it a black magic?
Sure, It was something new
A fuel for active brain.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
A town filled with degenerate and clowns,
where stars shine bright and street lights are nowhere in sight.
Drunken buffoons, swarming the saloons,
stirring up chaos with their little spoons.
Lost actresses turning into brainless waitresses,
the common conversation turning into nothing more,
than the gossip of your ever fashionable *****
Stay too long in this dystopian filled town
and you'll find yourself growing old and bored,
dying internally like a cancerous plague,
waiting for the zombies to rise.
Not aware that the zombies are here, alive and well,
roaming the streets, ever so disguised,
make eye contact and prepare to die.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC