Saturday, December 7, 2019

I've Come to the Realization that this Album Is now Political

Earlier this year, I posted about the dangerous 'bleach cure' con. This is yet another 'miracle cure that THEY don't want you to know about' scam, but parents forcing their children to drink bleach is horrific. The strange thing about this particular scam is that there's a political component to it nowadays, as yet another right-wing nutjob jumps on the bleachandwagon. I guess that these people know that their audience is lacking in critical thinking skills and therefore is particularly vulnerable to affinity scams.

This brings me to a rather unusual subject, that of the 1988 Dead Milkmen album Beelzebubba. I had always considered this album a snarky comedy album by an irreverent, cartoonish punk band... then all of a sudden, conspiracy theories filtered into the popular imagination like so many psychedelic banana peels. The song Stuart, a perfect distillation of the intersection of right-wing conspiracy lunacy and anti-LGBTQ bigotry, took on a new meaning for me... this was perhaps the most cogent political anthem of the current zeitgeist.

Now, even formerly silly songs from the album take on a political edge in these bizarre times:





Thirty-one years after the release of the album, it is even more relevant than it was when it was released. Who could have guessed that a bunch of silly Philly punks would turn out to be so prescient? I thought the album was hilarious when it was released, but I'm not sure sure that it's all that funny anymore...

Friday, December 6, 2019

C-SPAN Science Club

In my blog post from December 4th, I noted that I learned that the last two Secret Science Club North lectures were recorded for broadcast on C-SPAN. Well, I found the video of Sean Carroll's September lecture, and it's a good introduction to the Secret Science Club experience, especially since Dr Carroll is such a charismatic champion of an esoteric subject.

Pour yourself a beverage, make yourself comfortable, and soak in that Secret Science Club (North) experience.

When Dr Sullivan's SSCN lecture makes it to C-SPAN, I will post that as well.

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Sweetums' Birthday

Today marks the birthday of my older brother, Sweetums. Sweetums was the one who set the tone for the rest of us, and he's a hard act to follow. My super-scarcastic sister was the one who dubbed him 'Sweetums', joking that he was perfect and never did anything wrong... we all quickly came to the realization that she was right, and the name stuck. After all, Sweetums is perfect. He was back in the 'States six months ago for his college reunion, and we had a grand time, even stuck in the swamps of Jersey

I tried to call Sweetums in Switzerland before going to work this afternoon, but I imagine he and the family were out gallivanting around. The kids, like Sweetums and their mother, are also pretty much perfect, and it's a source of pride for me to hear of their exploits. Sweetums, fratello, happy birthday!

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Secret Science Club North Post-Lecture Recap: Walk Tall, My Captain!

Last night, I headed down to the scintillating Symphony Space, on Manhattan's Upper West Side, for a Secret Science Club North lecture featuring Dr (and naval Captain) Kathryn Sullivan. Dr Sullivan is the first American woman to walk in space, and was instrumental in the mission which placed the Hubble Space Telescope in orbit. She has just released a book, Handprints on Hubble: An Astronaut's Story of Invention.

Dr Sullivan started her lecture with a passage from her book that came across as a passage from a techno-thriller, describing sitting in the shuttle, on the launchpad when an indicator light came on, showing a possible fuel leak. As she sat in the shuttle, a propulsion operator, known to her only by the callsign MPS, had to determine whether it was an actual leak or a faulty indicator, and whether to manually override the stoppage of the countdown clock- spoiler, the launch proceeded. It was a nice, sorta tense beginning to the lecture, an appetizer for the narrative that followed.

Captain Sullivan began her career as an astronaut in 1978, when NASA selected its first space shuttle crews. She had just received her PhD in geology, and was seeking her first post-doctorate job. The initial shuttle crews were, as she described them, TFNGs- thirty-five new guys (with the 'F' having another meaning not fit for the Symphony Space stage). Six of the Class of '78 were women, three were African-American men, and one was an Asian-American man. She joked that they were 'ten interesting people and twenty-five standard white guys'. As a 'baby astronaut', she had to go back to school for intensive classwork in physics, physiology, and other necessary subjects, receiving the equivalent of a first year graduate coursework in these fields. Before being considered as a crew member, she had to help prepare other flights- she compared this to starting work in the mailroom of a company and rotating around to other positions in order to learn what she needed for spaceflight.

Dr Sullivan's first spaceflight was in October 1984. Prior to that, her classmate Sally Ride flew in June 1983. Sally Ride flew with Dr Sullivan on her first flight, when she became the first American woman to walk in space. Dr Sullivan, a magnanimous person, noted that Russian cosmonaut Svetlana Savitskaya was the first woman to make two spaceflights and the first woman to walk in space. Dr Sullivan joked that her first mission allowed her to do 'cool earth-science things', and to test tools that would be needed for refueling satellites in orbit, thereby increasing their lifespan.

She also displayed an iconic photograph of her with Sally Ride, and related a funny anecdote... the two wee in the 'White Room' outside the shuttle launchpad, and they both knew that they were the recipients of media attention. In order to look like they were doing something, they decided to play out a stereotype from all sorts of military movies and tech thrillers, and pretended to synchronize their watches (which had already been done long before):




She quipped that astronauts are on top of the world before a flight, receiving a lot of attention, but when they land, they go back to being nobodies, having to seek themselves out in photographs.

After her spacewalk, Dr Sullivan was placed on the 'space telescope' project which would result in Hubble. The space telescope was supposed to be maintained for fifteen years, but no tools were developed with which to work on the device. One of her earliest tasks was to figure out what tools were needed for maintenance. She displayed a painting by Chesley Bonestell from a 1952 issue of Colliers magazine (published shortly after her birth) depicting a space shuttle, a space telescope, and a space station:




Her work would be making this image a reality... to make the engineering catch up with the vision. She noted that we have accomplished this, though the details were slightly different, with different shuttle wing configurations and an Erector Set space station instead of that 'Arthur C. Clarke hub-and-spokes space station'.

The space telescope being conceived shortly before her birth, she jokingly referred to Hubble as her 'big brother'. The telescope was designed to be worked on by space-suited astronauts. Dr Sullivan humorously likened this to putting on two snowmobile suits, placing a bucket on one's head, donning clumsy gloves, and trying to change the spark plugs in one's car... oh, and if you drop a tool, it floats away. Special tools needed to be devised, and the work choreography had to be figured out in a water tank. Dozens of tests were needed to develop good bench strength to work on the Hubble telescope. The original plan was to have large instruments worked on in orbit, but to perhaps bring the telescope back to Earth every five years to repair smaller electronics... this idea was scrapped in 1984, and everything had to be modified to allow repairs to take place in orbit.

Dr Sullivan then walked us through the necessary tasks to work on equipment in orbit. In order to hold one's feet still, a portable foot restraint is needed, a pivoting platform attached to the object to be worked on by a semi-rigid tether... all while the object to be worked on is restrained by the shuttle's robotic arm. Even the pliers and ratchet sets to be used in orbit have to be modified so they can be used while wearing heavy, clumsy gloves.

Before the Hubble mission, the crew ordered a bunch of mission patches, and enamel badges for the launch team, which were misprinted 'Lunch Team' and instantly became highly sought-after collectors' items.

In April 1990, the Hubble was released into orbit with a hitch- one of the solar arrays was stuck, so Dr Sullivan had to suit up and spend time cooped up in an airlock in case she had to manually crank the array into place. A technician on the ground was able to properly deploy the solar array, so Captain Sullivan never had to leave the airlock.

When Hubble was deployed, it was found to be 'nearsighted'- there was an imperfection in the main mirror, one-fiftieth of the thickness of a human hair. Arthur Fisher writing for Popular Science put it: “It was as if an eagle had become a bat.” The mess-up was a severe blow for NASA, but the Hubble team figured out that the error was precisely calibrated, and could be corrected by a similarly calibrated adjustment of the optical works. The correction, dubbed COSTAR, was envisioned by engineer Jim Crocker... Crocker, a tall individual, hit upon a solution while loosening an adjustable showerhead in an Utrecht hotel room, and realized that a corrective optical device could be added to Hubble. The repair took place in 1993, and the gorgeous images obtained by Hubble afterwards have become iconic.

The Hubble telescope has entered the public imagination like no other scientific instrument. It has been improved throughout its lifetime, which has been much longer than its projected fifteen year term. Dr Captain Sullivan finished her lecture by displaying a photograph of the actual handprints on the surface of the Hubble which inspired the title of her book, sections of the telescope's surface which, due to contact, have been weathered by interactions with particles in space. Being a magnanimous person, she noted that the ground crews which have participated in the Hubble mission have left metaphorical handprints as well.

The lecture was followed up with a Q&A session. I am happy to note that there were several families with children present for the lecture... it's beautiful to see the values embodied by Dr Sullivan and the Secret Science Club team instilled in kids. One of the first questions was, were you ever scared while on a mission? Dr Sullivan joked that astronauts ride bombs for a living, but that the risk is totally worth it, and that as an astronaut, she had to be 'all in' on every mission. Regarding a question about the scientific benefits of space programs, Dr Sullivan noted that the Apollo program marked the first time that computer scientists stopped bragging about how big their computers were and started bragging about how small their computers were (I was reminded of this). Another question regarded the effects of space flight on her body- after ten days in orbit, her body felt like wet sand, and she had to remind herself that she couldn't just 'launch' objects to other people because of the gravity. Another question regarded looking down on the Earth, and Dr Sullivan noted that most boundaries cannot be seen from space, but certain divisions are visible due to human effects on the terrain. When asked if she experienced sexism in NASA, she noted that she walked on as a full astronaut, and that NASA had been attempting to make a 'one size fits all' spacesuit, a sort of modular 'Mr Potato Head' design that could be adjusted to fit a broad range of physiques. Asked what inspired her to transition from Marine Geology to Spaceflight, she said that she wanted to see the Earth with her own eyes. Asked if the view of the stars from space was different than from Earth, Dr Sullivan joked that the differene in distance from the ground is negligible, but that the view of the Earth from orbit is dramatic- Earth isn't Carl Sagan's 'pale blue dot', but a 'big blue beachball'. Some Bastard in the audience asked her to contrast her career in NASA with her career with NOAA, particularly with regard to politics- she noted that NASA is seen as a bipartisan gem, with a unified space law formulated in 1958 with the administration's creation, and defining its mission. NOAA, formed in 1970, aggregated bits and pieces of many agencies, some such as the Weather Bureau and the Department of the Fisheries dating back to the 1800s. It was created to synthesize a 'big picture' from various oceanographic and atmospheric sources. If NASA is a gem, NOAA is a quilt, and its efforts have to be more convincing to more people in order to ensure proper funding.

Dr Sullivan delivered a fantastic lecture, a blend of hard science and engineering, with a fascinating career retrospective, and a bold adventure narrative... all of it leavened with humor, and heartfelt expressions of gratitude to her colleagues. I often talk about the 'Secret Science Sweet Spot', and Dr Sullivan achieved it. Grand Slam? She knocked it into orbit. Kudos to Dr Sullivan, Dorian and Margaret, and the staff of the scintillating Symphony Space.

For a taste of that Secret Science Club experience, here is a video of Dr Sullivan speaking on her career with NASA:





Last night, I learned that the two latest Secret Science Club North lectures were recorded for C-SPAN Book TV. Last night's lecture should be broadcast in three weeks or so. I will post the last SSCN lecture's C-SPAN recording in another blog entry, so you can get the full experience.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Haunted by the Spirit of the Falklands

One of my weekly listens is the Qanon Anonymous podcast, which concerns the big current right-wing conspiracy theory. This week's episode concerned the statutory rape and sex trafficking allegations against Prince Andrew. Perhaps it's the Irish in me (or more, ominously, the French), but I've never been a big fan of royalty in general, and the House of Windsor in particular, and I remember when 'Randy Andy' was a punchline in the tabloids. It was kind of funny when he was catting around with a woman whose greatest brush with fame ended up on George Lucas' cutting room floor, but it's appalling and gross now.

In a disgusting attempt to undermine accuser Virginia Roberts-Giuffre's allegations against him, the prince claimed that he was unable, for a time, to sweat because he was haunted by the Spirit of the Falklands:





My main motivation in posting this is that it's the perfect excuse to post one of my all-time favorite protest songs:





While the right-wingers squawk about Hollywood pedophile rings and Hillary Clinton's nefarious career as a child-eating Satanist, the Occupant of the White House is claiming not to know Prince Andrew, despite photographic evidence of them both hanging out with Jeffrey Epstein. The very idea that Trump is crusading against child trafficking is a disgusting farce.

Monday, December 2, 2019

I Think This Will Be a Regular Stop on the Itinerary

Today wasn't exactly the sort of day that was conducive to wandering around, being damp and cold and slippery. I had some errands to run locally, though, so it was out the door, and off to the main drag two blocks away from Casa di Bastard. After accomplishing the tasks I needed to perform, I walked by one of the local deli/grocery stores and saw that there was a sign in the window advertising homemade burek. The shop, owned by a family from Kosovo, has a plethora of Eastern European products, including palacinka, various sausages, and preserves. I opted to get a house-made spinach burek and a tulumba. It was a nice alternative to grabbing a couple of slices of pizza, and the rest of the wares looked tempting as well.

Local hero, and high school classmate of mine, RJ Puma, recently returned to the neighborhood for a 'foodie tour' in August. I am familiar with all of the places covered in this trip. This Kosovar eatery is relatively new, but it's a worthy addition to the neighborhood, and, more importantly, it's closer to home than the famous Pelham Parkway bastion of burek. I look forward to learning a lot more about the cuisine of the Balkans, here in my beloved Yonkers.

Sunday, December 1, 2019

An Appropriate Beginning to December

It's been an ugly day weather-wise, here in the NYC metro area. The storm that hit began as a snowstorm, but after a couple of hours, and no accumulation, it transitioned into a cold, steady rain. As is typical on the weekends, my first order of business was feeding my precious Ginger. The weather being yucky, I didn't even try to get her to join me on my walkabout, by which I mean my sullen trudge around the property.

It's been one of those days on which I'd have preferred to ensconce myself at one worksite, but that wasn't in the cards... I had to respond to a situation at another site. Thankfully, there weren't too many cars on the road- between the weather and the post-Thanksgiving travel hangover, there were few other cars on the road. This task took about an hour of my time, but not a lot of outdoor exposure.

The storm is expected to continue throughout tomorrow, with a mixture of snow, sleet, and rain. One of the major projects on the job has already been canceled due to the inclement weather. I'm not complaining, it's exactly the sort of day to spend indoors, making a big pot of soup from scratch. I'm hoping there will be no surprises to claim my time, it's my typical day off.