Archive for July, 2009

Sterotypes?

Posted in London on July 31st, 2009

Ahead of me in the bank queue, already at the window, is a young jewish guy. Wearing a loose t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms and sandals, the only way I could tell his religion was due to his kipa. He hands over £1500 in big notes and asks about interest rates on the savings account he had.

“It’s not very much,” says the teller. “Around 1.7%. What sort of sum are you looking to put into your savings account? The sum determines what we could provide…”

“Yeah it’s all in my mom’s account at the moment. But I was thinking I could put it in my own account,” says the young man.

“So, how much are you looking to deposit?”

“Oh, around two hundred and fifty … thousand”.

Right, let me get you the investment advisor who would be able to advise you on bonds and things…” says the teller and turns to a colleague.

Falling Into Place

Posted in England, friends, fun on July 30th, 2009

Degree done.

Job for a year.

Nice flat with fun flatmates.

Great friends and a weekend ahead to look forward to.

Yeah, things are pretty much slotting into place. I’m a bit sad I won’t have time to visit Finland this summer owing to time constraints, but other than that I can’t complain. I’ll get my dose of “nature” in a few weeks camped out for a few days in a more-than-likely muddy field with a couple of thousand others and a bit later with a trip to Shropshire.

London Randomness

Posted in London, friends, fun on July 25th, 2009

Where else would you go to a crowded gastropub somewhere to celebrate a friend’s birthday and end up sharing a plate of oysters with a girl you’ve only just met?

Oh, and on the way home run into legal documents strewn all over Euston Road? Somebody’s legal practice is going to be pissed off. I’m taking them to the police as soon as I can.

Contacts

Posted in London, friends on July 23rd, 2009
What a crap cameraphone picture, sorry

You never know who you’re going to bump into or hear from, but it pays to make conversation and keep in touch I guess. Like today after work, I met up with a friend of mine who was hosting a small rooftop party on, well, the roof of her block of flats right on the edge of the City. I couldn’t stay late but had some really fun conversations with a real variety of characters, from a discussion on Borges with a painter who lives below my friend’s flat to talking about school experiences with a young Finnish actor who just happened to be visiting. I mean, even I knew names of films he’d appeared in and I don’t know the first thing about Finnish cinema. Everyone was super nice and I even got talking future dissertation stuff with a girl who seemed equally glad to make my acquaintance. That always feels nice. The ease of getting into conversations with people in London can mask the superficiality of the relationships you make, but since you’re constantly meeting people (should you wish so) you can make really good friends here. It’s all about putting a little bit of effort and yourself into it.

I also got an email out of the blue from an old professor of mine who taught me for a year in Helsinki. He said he’d been keeping tabs on me through this blog on occasion, and congratulated me on my degree and results. That left me quite touched. This is a man who not only does top-class research and wonderful teaching, but also clearly cares about his students, both past and present. It really was good to hear from him and about some of the other people we both know.

Apollo

Posted in Uncategorized on July 21st, 2009

What exactly did we learn?

Forty years after the culmination of arguably the most monumentous events in scientific history and every boy’s imagination, I am reminded of my own fascination with the original Moon Landing. I remember trying to calculate Neil Armstrong’s age as a kid and whether I’d be old enough to know English sufficiently well to speak to him about Apollo 11 in time. That was in 1989, twenty years ago, twenty years after the original flight. I’ve seen the now-famous footage, of the launch of the immense Saturn V rocket and videos in and outside the module more times than I can tell.

The immensity of the events can hardly be overstated. Armstrong’s comment, before the “One small step” remark, tells of the novelty of it all: “the surface appears to be very, very fine grained, as you get close to it. It’s almost like a powder”. They really had little clue of the conditions they would encounter, of the material makeup and what it would be like to walk around there. A fascinating fact about the Moon that got me all jittery and mystified like a kid was how it was so still that recent pictures show decades-old footprint trails around the landing sites to this day.

Nixon’s phone call to Armstrong and Aldrin summarised the optimism and hope that has since worked at least in the field of space exploration: “For one priceless moment in the whole history of man, all people on this earth are truly One”. But, much like the Martin Rowson cartoon above shows, that optimism has not prevailed. Or, if it has, it has not provided a continuation of unity for humanity.

Of course, Neil Armstrong received my childhood adoration for having been the first man to step on the Moon. It is interesting, then, that he is the member of the Apollo 11 crew perhaps the least open about talking about his experiences and I remember thinking why I’d never seen a television interview with him. In fact, I admire Michael Collins precisely because of his friendly, outgoing demeanour and humility. Today, all the men who have been to the Moon and are still around to tell their tales are old gentlemen, many with gaunt and fit features that betray their regimented backgrounds. They have fascinating and inspiring stories to tell, and though the Apollo 11 mission overshadows many of the previous and subsequent flights, the entire project showed scientific optimism, unwavering trust in human adaptability and ingenuity and determination in the face of adversity and loss of life.

During the decade that brought to attention the internal turmoil within the United States, from the civil rights movement to the rifts being created by the Vietnam war, the space programme galvanised and unified a population in a way that inspired children two decades on, halfway around the world. I would only hope that the work could continue to genuinely inspire children of 2009 too.

(Picture above by Martin Rowson, from the Guardian)