Friday, August 22, 2014

What Happens When We Finally Find Extra-Terrestrials

The man in the know is Paul Davies, chair of SETI’s Post-Detection Task Group. He spoke to the World Science Festival about the odds of finding extra terrestrial civilizations, the benefits and risks of possible communication, and what he'd ask the aliens if he had the opportunity. Read the excellent "lightly edited" transcript from WSF here.

(When Neil deGrasse-Tyson spoke at the 2013 Wings Over the Rockies Air & Space Museum Annual Gala - via Skype - he was asked what he'd say to an extra terrestrial if he encountered one. I don't remember his direct response, but I remember the tangential issue he raised: Neil deGrasse-Tyson wouldn't reach out to shake an ET's hand, for fear of what appendage the ET might customarily extend in response.)

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

"Dante's Peak is probably the best volcano movie out there." - A volcanologist.




Reverse-chronological history of my scientific life:

I'm on my way to the University of Cambridge to get a Masters in Polar Studies
...which I was inspired to do after working for the US Antarctic Program
...where I ended up because I'm fascinated by the power of nature
...which I first discovered in 8th grade Earth Science
...when I watched Dante's Peak.

I am a steadfast, even zealous, fan. I've received my fair share of mockery for this fact, but now, the ultimate vindication:
"Overall, Dante’s Peak is probably the best volcano movie out there." - Rebecca Williams, Volcanologist at the University of Hull. "It dramatizes the real-life problems that scientists and communities face when a volcano becomes active. The film depicts many of the different volcanic events really well (though it mixes up types of eruptive style) and captures many of the real volcanic hazards that exist around the world."

Watch the movie. Love the movie. Read Williams's full review here

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Dreams of Flight


This summer I'm the Director of Air & Space Camp at Wings Over the Rockies, Colorado's official air & space museum. It's amazing. I'm paid to do things most ten year olds (and not a few grown-ups) would kill to do, up to and including shoot rockets and blow things up. I'm learning an extraordinary amount, about education and young creativity, and - of course - air & space.

One of the campers' projects is to create models of human-powered flight machines that they design themselves. We give a brief lesson that touches on renewable energy and the history of human flight (more da Vinci than Wright brothers on this one), and we show a couple of super cool videos.

The first video is of the AeroVelo Atlas Human-Powered Helicopter. This bike-chopper won the Sikorsky Prize, which was awarded for the attainment of one of the last remaining milestones in aviation: to create a flight machine powered entirely by the human body. The requirements were to build a human-powered helicopter that would reach a height of 10 meters off the ground, stay in the air for at least a minute, and hover with its center of gravity not leaving a 10-meter box. Check it out:




The second video shows the first successful flight of the world's first human-powered ornithopter [an aircraft that flies by flapping its wings], designed by students at the University of Toronto:




We ooh and ahh over the concept of humans flying using only--in these two cases--their leg muscles.

Then the kids get to work, with graph paper and pencils and an endless supply of recycled materials. You'd hardly believe what they come up with: from spring-loaded, stilt-based, jumping-powered ornithopters to combined pedal-and-bench-press-powered hot air balloons with dual air intake inspired by jet-engine mechanics. And one burrito-powered flatulence-copter. Because kids.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

On Conquering Fear and Reaching Dreams

An inspiring TED Talk from Canadian Space Agency Astronaut Chris Hadfield. You may remember Chris as the astronaut who temporarily went blind during a spacewalk outside the International Space Station last year, and rightfully so - it's an incredible story. His blind spacewalk, though, turns out to be most remarkable for the ways in which it is unremarkable to Chris himself.




Chris talks about the powerful moment when he reached the impossible dream of his childhood, as he boarded the Space Shuttle for the first time. His thoughts echo those I had when boarding a C-17 from New Zealand, en route to Antarctica for the first time. A humbler dream than spacewalking, no doubt - but still, a tremendous moment of pride and joy and awe, attaining something I had thought all but impossible for so many years. Impossible is nothing.


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

White Feminism vs Black Feminism vs White Feminism vs Black Feminism


I just read an article on Jezebel by Ninjacate, called This Is What I Mean When I Say White Feminism. The article was great. It was provocative. It introduced me to a term I had never heard before, and a debate that seems strikingly relevant to me and the fights I want to fight--which left me unsettled at the fact that I wasn't familiar with the term "white feminism."
In case it provides any insight into my thoughts, before I discuss let me be up front that I am a white, hetero, cis, well-educated woman from a middle-class background, struggling financially because of the goals I have had the privilege of prioritizing. I grew up in New York's Lower East Side of the late 80's and early 90's, and although I was the only fair-haired blue-eyed girl in the third grade class of an extraordinarily diverse alternative school, I was never black, Puerto Rican, Dominican, or first-generation anything. I went to middle and high school in the 'burbs. I lived in Bed-Stuy in my twenties, but I have no idea what it is like to come from Bed-Stuy. 
Back to the article. The author, Ninjacate, writes about white feminism in its own right, defending the term against white women who take the term (which is often used as a pejorative) personally. The author's description of "white feminism" as an ideology is pretty well summarized by the following quote from the article:
"White feminism" does not mean every white woman, everywhere, who happens to identify as feminist. It also doesn't mean that every "white feminist" identifies as white. I see "white feminism" as a specific set of single-issue, non-intersectional, superficial feminist practices. It is the feminism we understand as mainstream; the feminism obsessed with body hair, and high heels and makeup, and changing your married name. It is the feminism you probably first learned. "White feminism" is the feminism that doesn't understand western privilege, or cultural context. It is the feminism that doesn't consider race as a factor in the struggle for equality...  It is a method of practicing feminism, not an indictment of every individual white feminist, everywhere, always."
As I mentioned, the author also takes deliberate aim at white women who find the term "white feminism" insulting; who react to it on a personal level, asserting that they resent, or are hurt by, or disapprove of the generalized use of the word "white" to describe this deplorable form of feminism to which they, as white women, do not subscribe. To this, the author responds:
"Being a good ally means recognizing that sometimes your input is not needed or wanted, and that it's incredibly inappropriate to demand that a marginalized group, (in this case, WoC [Women of Color] within the feminist movement) restructure a conversation that is happening to serve their needs, in a way that is more "comfortable" for the very people they are mobilizing against. "
Although I was impressed by her explanation of white feminism, I was less impressed by this argument against white women taking the term personally. (I acknowledge that Ninjacate probably doesn't care whether or not I was impressed). I find it hard to accept an argument that tells offended white women to not take the argument personally ("If it doesn't apply to you, then it's not about you. If it's not about you, then don't take it personally." ) while at the same time telling them that their discomfort classifies them as "the very people they are mobilizing against." That seems personal?
Nonetheless, after reading the article I felt a profound respect for her argument on the failings of white feminism itself, and a deep appreciation for what introduced me to. So I continued on to read the discussions in the comments section. Now, THAT was provocative. Numerous white women express their persistent discomfort or distaste or disappointment with the term "white feminism." Ninjacate and her allies (black, often, but sometimes white, judging by their names and statements) become more and more exasperated; at one point, Ninjacate resorts to a *facepalm*. I read their comments; I sympathized often with Ninjacate-and-allies, and sometimes also with complaining-white-feminists-but-not-white-feminists.
And then out of nowhere I had a grammar moment, and I emphasized "WHITE feminism," as in "white-feminism," in my head, and suddenly I heard the "white" as the object of "feminism," instead of as its subject, and my whole perception changed. Is it possible that I could have been totally misunderstanding the term?
If "white feminism" is meant to be about feminism that operates within the constructs of white privelege, and the people who perpetuate that system--and not about white people who are feminists--then in this context, "white" is the object of "feminism," and not an adjective. A "blue dog lover" could be a blue person who loves dogs, or a person who loves blue dogs. It's a question of object and subject; and here, the "white" in "white feminism" inherently describes the beneficiary, not the ideologue. Since much of the discussion around the term, and the misplaced emotions aroused by it, center on how the term doesn't mean to implicate every white person who is a feminist, the emphasis of the conversation remains on "white" as subject instead of object. 
Similarly, I don't take the term "white supremacist" to personally apply to me--but that's not because I feel that I'm an exception, and that the term is meant for white people but not necessarily for me; rather, it's because I understand that "white" in that case applies to the object: it's about the supremacy of white people, not about white people who have feelings about the supremacy of something-or-other. Or, "American conservatism"--I'm American, but would never bother to worry that someone would lump me in with this generalization, since I know it applies to a particular type of Americans and a particular type of conservatives. 
Can a little rhetorical specification help clarify the term to offended white women who are feminists? Some might argue that their feelings are irrelevant, but if the goal is ultimately equality and reconciliation, I think it does. Especially if these "hurt feelings" are over a lack of rhetorical clarity; a simple misunderstanding. 
But. Alas. My confusion persists, after reading Black Girl Dangerous's post called "On Defending BeyoncĂ©: Black Feminists, White Feminists, and the Line in the Sand." Black feminists vs. white feminists, on opposite sides of a line in the sand. She writes, "Black feminists, black women, have had to deal with constant disrespect from white feminists, not just over BeyoncĂ© but over so, so many black women and girls..." "Black," it seems, is not an object of "feminism," but an adjective. My grammatical argument feels doesn't seem to hold water when faced with Black Girl Dangerous (who, I might add, is a deeply affecting writer). 
I wonder how Black Girl Dangerous would respond to Ninjacate's article, and the comments thererafter? How would she address the issues of alliance and mobilization? 
To end my meandering reflection, I'll share a comment posted by a particularly eloquent commentator who goes by jennyapples:
I've been mulling this post over since you posted it. The way that my mind settled on it was that it was like saying "western civilisation" or "Turkish cuisine." Neither is a universal term. Both describe general concepts, styles, etc. Similarly, White Feminism is not exhaustive of every feminist who is white. I can't possibly get personally offended by White Feminism as a term - if I don't want to be included in that concept I need to examine what I think, say, and do."
Of course, neither "wester civilisation" nor "Turkish cuisine" is used as a pejorative. 
I don't love a post without a conclusion, but I simply haven't got one.


Monday, January 13, 2014

Walk the Halls of the Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station

Never thought you'd make it to the South Pole? Neither did I. And, technically, I haven't. But now, thanks to the no-stone-unturned-no-secret-veiled Google juggernaut, we can all get a virtual feel for life at the bottom of the world.



There are people who will find this upsetting. I am one of them. Is there no value in an uncharted territory? Is there nothing sacred? As a future academic, I recognize my hypocrisy in saying that. But it's true, and fascinating, that many of the people who come to call Antarctica "home" feel territorial about the place, and take pride and solace in the fact that the Ice is one corner of the world still relatively safe from the invasiveneness of modern media and technology. As such, Antarcticans tend to be wary--and often, highly critical--of media portrayals of their haven. (The one overwhelmingly approved media depiction I have seen came from within: a documentary by veteran Antarctic contractor Anthony Powell, called Antarctica: A Year On Ice. Check out the post I wrote about it when I was a support contractor).

That said, there is unquestionable value in increasing public knowledge and access, especially when it comes to scientific knowledge and the context in which it is uncovered. I can imagine a classroom of kids virtually walking the halls of South Pole Station: "there's a basketball court at the South Pole? And a tuba??" Yes, kids, you too could survive at the South Pole! Keep "astrophysicist" on your shortlist.

And, of course, even Antarcticans love to share their experiences with friends and family. So in the spirit of embracing the wide family of humanity, I have to admit that I also once blogged about how awesome the Google Maps of McMurdo Station are. Despite my protective instincts, I do hope you'll enjoy learning about this phenomenal place using the tools the Googlebots have gifted us. There is so much the Ice can teach us.

FYI, I'm told McMurdo Street View is coming soon... Or rather, I know it's coming, because my friends and I tried (but failed) to position ourselves in front of the Googlecam while it was driving through town last summer. There was a fair amount of cringing around the subject, but also a lot of excitement. Cool! Terrible. Cool! Terrible. It's complicated.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

100% Men



I just came across this great tumblr blog, dedicated to uncovering the world's remaining Boys Clubs. It invites users to upload images that represent "corners of the world where women have yet to tread," attempting to "shine a light" on the very real boys clubs that persist despite the attempts, and in some cases gains, of women in the workplace.

Although the data set is obviously biased, the blog avoids further editorialization by presenting the images of Boys Clubs without any commentary other than the one-line explanation underneath each image. The synthesis and analysis are left to the reader, and the result is a site that is often thought-provoking, and sometimes maddening.

A good portion of the Boys Clubs listed come from sectors where a gender imbalance has been well covered by popular media, like business (all 21 members of the corporate management team at Lego are men) and STEM (the entire applied math department at Harvard was male as of June 2013). But attention-grabbers also pop up in areas like the arts, where all the artists behind NPR's Top 10 Most Beloved Albums of All Time are men, and where--this one really struck me--every nominee for every non-acting category at last night's Golden Globes was a man. That means that no woman was nominated for any of the awards not specifically reserved for women. I wonder how many people noticed that--I certainly didn't.

Of course, the Golden Globes offers many fewer non-acting categories than the Oscars, so perhaps the gender imbalance will be corrected in March. ...Hear that, Academy? Just sayin'. 

Monday, January 6, 2014

Banalities of Life in Space

Space is incredibly weird.

Below, watch Expedition 33 Commander Suni Williams (USA) give a tour of the International Space Station, focusing on some of the more mundane (dare I use such a word?) aspects of life in space: sleep, food, "number one," and "number two."

One of the trippier facts she shares is that each astronaut has his/her own private sleeping quarters, but that four of their sleeping quarters are located along different orientations of the same node (room, esentially) of the station: one sleeps in a hatch on the left wall; one sleeps in a hatch on the right wall; one sleeps in a hatch on the floor; and one sleeps in a hatch on the ceiling. They all face any which way they want, and everyone is upside down to someone.

I wonder if they each consider their sleeping quarters to be the one that's right-side up? Do they secretly hope for the sleeping quarters located in the hatch in the "floor" (relative to the writing on the walls, the bathroom facilities, etc.), so that psychologically, they feel like they're sleeping horizontally? Or would sleeping in the quarters in the floor make you feel as though people are always moving on top of you, even without the sound of footsteps? Would that make you feel six feet under? Personally, I think I'd prefer one of the sleeping quarters on the "walls." (Having a preference on the matter is probably a good indication that I am not fit to be an astronaut).

Anyway, watch on, it's super cool:



That sleep thing really trips me out. 
As does the idea of having to brush my hair after it floats around all day, getting tangled up. 
When (ha!) I make it into space, I'll have to get a crop.

For more of Suni's tour, visit NASA's Feature segment on the ISS tour. In addition to the nodes in the video above, she also gives tours of the labs, airlock, observation deck, the multi-purpose module, and the Russian segment. They're all fantastic.

Righteous, Suni. I'm proud that we women space geeks are represented on the ISS by someone with such a sense of humor and humility. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

A Meme in Response to "What's it like to work in Antarctica?"



I was going through my Facebook photos today and re-discovered a meme that my friend Baxter came up with during my first season in Antarctica (summer 2011-2012). You might recognize the meme, used to describe people's perceptions of various professions and such; it was pretty popular a couple of years ago. Anyway, Baxter and I did some brainstorming and came up with photos to depict the diverse perceptions of life in Antarctica, as they pertain to the world of the illustrious dining attendants (read: dishwashers). Take it from an insider: this meme does a kickass job.

In case you need anything clarified:
Image #1 is a photo from a Robert F. Scott expedition during the Heroic Age of Antarctic exploration.
Image #2 is a team crossing a crevasse. That's big danger.
Image #3 is evidently a grantee (researcher) studying a penguin. Contractors (non-grantee seasonal workers) are not allowed to touch penguins. Or get too close.
Image #4 is a dishwashing machine. The NSF is the National Science Foundation.
Image #5 is the galley dodgeball team, in uniform before a big summer tournament.
Image #6 is, pretty accurately, what it's like to be a McMurdo Station Dining Attendant. The endless tedium and uniformity of the workplace are broken by a palpable spirit of play straight out of Neverland--enjoyed by many, though never by all. 

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Martian Sunset

Goodnight, from Denver, January 2 2014.





Goodnight, from Mars, May 19 2005.



Photo taken by NASA's Mars Exploration Rover Spirit near the rim of Gusav Crater, Mars.
Image found on NASA's Image of the Day Gallery.


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy New Year!


May the new year bring you music in unexpected places. 





Peace and love from the inner space.