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Radio silence (Merry Christmas)

Posted in Uncategorized on December 23rd, 2009

Writing this from the cab to the airport at stupid o’clock. Part of me would like to stay here, in the house all decked out for Christmas by my housemates for their celebrations here. But a big part of me is so, so glad to be going to where it’s clear, quiet and a bit of a break from London.

I Have Seen the End of Music

Posted in Uncategorized on December 15th, 2009

Sunn O))) by flickr user bosbos

And it was immense.

Years Roll By

Posted in Uncategorized on September 9th, 2009

I remember sitting in a high school computer class on 9/9/99. That’s exactly ten years ago. Then we were discussing whether operating systems would freak out because some sort of interrupt routine used a row of nines as its trigger or somesuch. I whizzed through the programming exercise and browsed internet forums, looking out through the horizontal blinds in the window.

I remember thinking about University, and whether I’d attend one that had a lush green campus like the American prospectuses always showed. I was sure I’d do something related to biology then. Weird, how differently things panned out. Even three years ago I thought I would be making a kind of return to that idea when I decided to do Environmental Policy. Turns out it had nothing to do with it. You could argue the way it was taught had little to do with any tangible “environment” at all.

Against the Grain?

Posted in Uncategorized on August 3rd, 2009

Spending another Sunday mostly recovering from the revelry of the two previous nights, coupled with a few early starts in the preceding week has reminded me of what I guess I always knew: I am in the seeming minority of people that like mornings. Waking up early and getting things done before the day has even properly started is one of those things I honestly enjoy but will fully accept most people rolling their eyes at. Still, feeling like I’ve done absolutely nothing save for a trip to the shop to get something to eat  - I just can’t see someone finding that attractive. Feel free to disagree, I’d like to know.

London really isn’t conducive to early starts, though. There’s always something on in the evenings, and the work day tends to drag on too. Once you get swept up in it all it’s hard to extricate yourself. At least it feels like it’d require quite fundamental changes in what I do and the times I see people, and I think it’s only natural be concerned for your social life.

I’m going to start hunting for self-discipline and self-control. Getting things done and feeling on top of things, enjoying an unhurried early morning before work. Considering it’s a time of transition I’m going through in any case, I don’t see why not.

I’ll see how I can combine this determination with an imminent festival weekend, though. Not too well, I suspect.

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)