Image: Energy Arc, central electrode of a plasma lamp – Piccolo Namek, via Wikimedia Commons
Growing up in a country known for its agrarian-based economy, I learned pretty early on that touching an electric fence was not a good idea. At the age of six, the jolt I experienced upon touching a live wire (of sufficient strength to keep Black Angus bulls contained in the appropriate paddock) was not only enough to make me dance and hop about like I was standing on hot coals, it also instilled a healthy respect for electricity and electrical devices in general.
I was the kid who was too frightened to touch the metal edge of the trampoline for fear of receiving a static shock.
I was the kid who was too terrified to touch the plasma globe at the local science show for fear of the unpleasant sensations it might generate.
So how on earth, you might ask, did I become interested in violet wands? Or, more accurately, how did I become interested in having one used on me? Continue reading
