Showing posts with label Comet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comet. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Comets, Crabs, Social Justice, And Conformity

I wrote last week about the super-cool and thoroughly impressive achievement of some European scientists who landed a robotic probe on a mind-blowingly distant comet. I was disgusted with humanity at the time because this incredible accomplishment was taking a major backseat to the mind-numbing non-news story of Kim Kardashian and her shiny naked body in Paper magazine. I was ready to toss in the towel and move off-grid so that I would never have to rub elbows with the sorry excuse for humanity that found more awe and value in a celebrity press stunt than a real and significant scientific achievement that was ten years and three hundred million miles in the making.

The creativity and innovation and utter brilliance of the scientists responsible for this historic feat are definitely not run-of-the-mill. These people aren't typical. They aren't average. Average people do not land robotic space probes on speeding space comets millions of miles from Earth. Not only does the typical person not have the brain power necessary to achieve that sort of space landing, the typical person also couldn't even conceive of the concept. The typical person is too busy conforming to social roles, trudging through traffic, working at boring and unfulfilling jobs in order pay off massive amounts of debt to accomplish the magnificent.

The scientists responsible for landing Philae are non-conformists. and because they are non-conformists, they were able to accomplish the magnificent.

One look at the early pictures of Rosetta Project scientist Dr. Matt Taylor, a brilliant man with full sleeve tattoos and a bizarre sense of fashion is enough to make one realize this is not your everyday garden variety scientist. He's definitely a unique individual. He isn't normal or ordinary. If he were normal, he wouldn't be landing robots on comets... because, you know, people aren't doing that sort of thing everyday.

His unusual appearance is just confirmation of how uncommon he is. It's beautiful really. That media brainwashing and the vacuousness of pop culture hasn't transformed everyone into the mediocre masses of the uninspired is a wonderful thing. Dr. Matt Taylor is a freak who has escaped the box inside of which society seems to do all of its thinking.

Enter the mob army with pitchforks and torches and angry tweets ready to burn freaks at the stake of public opinion. #shirtstorm. A gang of terribly non-brilliant feminists formed out of the farthest reaches of the internet to rant and scream and accuse Dr. Taylor of objectifying women, claiming that his choice of admittedly gaudy attire was blatantly sexist (His shirt featured a colorful array of scantily clad cartoon women), and that his shirt would single handedly intimidate young girls from pursuing careers in science. The angry mob tore down his character and his career and overshadowed the genius of his achievements.

That's what he gets for being different.

I grew up on the Chesapeake Bay. We eat a lot of blue crabs there. They are tasty boogers. But they are stupid. And they are mean. When you stick crabs in a basket, sometimes one will attempt to crawl out and escape to safety, only just as he starts to get somewhere, the others will grab him and drag him back down to their level ensuring their collective demise.  It's like they chant together with their tiny crab voices, "Where do you think you are going? You can't do that? Get back down here with us where you belong!"

And that's what the feminist #shirtstorm did to Dr. Matt Taylor. With their sharp clawing tweets, they reached up and dragged him back down. "That's not socially acceptable! You get back in this box and do what you're supposed to do!"

The crabs succeeded. Dr. Taylor issued a tearful public apology, looking much more like a normal and respectable human being. His plentiful tattoos were covered. His colorful shirt replaced with a more sensible and neutral and unoffensive one. His exuberant happiness replaced with a more somber plea for forgiveness and acceptance.

Way to go, internet lynch mob! You broke him. You pulled him back down into the box of standard thinking and social convention.

You made him conform.

So while he was weeping tears for offending you, I was weeping tears for your destruction of his individuality and his sense of a unique identity. While Kim Kardashian was busy "breaking the internet" the social media mob was busy breaking my faith in humanity with the destuction of Dr. Matt Taylor's spirit.

Still, no one is paying attention to the real wonder here. It isn't naked celebrity butts or inappropriately dressed scientists. The real wonder is that a group of humans maneuvered a tiny robotic vehicle through the vastness of space and landed it on a relatively tiny piece of rock millions of miles away, using only rockets and harpoons and the amazing power of math. Now that probe is transmitting back to our own tiny rock breathtaking images of a heavenly body we will never see with our own eyes. And none of that would have been possible if everyone conformed to socially acceptable patterns of thought and behavior.

But good for you, nasty internet bullies. You've broken another human being... probably ensuring our collective social demise. I don't really think one colorful shirt on one scientist's body would discourage girls everywhere from pursuing careers in the sciences. I do however, think that the savage social reaction to that same shirt might keep others from expressing themselves in non-conventional ways.

And we are all going to suffer for that.

Friday, November 14, 2014

That Comet is Way Bigger Than Kim Kardashian's Butt

Sometimes humans amaze me... like, really amaze me.

Sometimes humans amaze me with their shallow stupidity.

This week some really smart, really innovative, really adventurous Europeans, using their amazing mathematical superpowers along with some rockets and harpoons, landed a robot probe on a comet.  The landing was a little awkward. (But these are some seriously geeky nerd-types. Awkward should be kind of expected, right?) The probe missed it's mark and had a bit of a bouncy landing, but considering this endeavor involved landing an extremely expensive and relatively fragile piece of equipment on a speeding ball of ice over 300,000,000 (That's a lot of zeroes. Read that three HUNDRED MILLION!) miles away, hurtling through space at over 40,000 miles per hour (Also a lot of zeroes), after a ten year journey... it almost leaves me speechless.

Keep in mind that my genuine sense of awe is coming from a person who can't figure out how to run the coffee maker and the microwave simultaneously without tripping the breaker. But this is still pretty freaking amazing, awesome in the true sense of the word (which actually means "inspiring awe or an overwhelming feeling of reverence"... not it's overused pop culture definition of "cool" or "great" which instead winds up just meaning super lame). This is anything but lame. This is an historic event. It is unbelievable and incredible and astonishing. It's really so great that it's left me at a loss of adjectives to describe it.

And yet what is everyone talking about?

Kim Kardashian's ass.

No... not her husband... her actual derriere. It appeared in all of it's Photoshopped glory on Paper magazine's cover.

Really? Are you freaking kidding me? How can we be so fascinated by a blatant publicity stunt by an untalented over-rated reality TV star? Definitely a publicity stunt since I had never even heard of Paper magazine before it was graced with Kim's bottom.

Come on, people. I mean, sure it's shiny... but are we really so dull and bored  and shallow, that every shiny thing the media tosses at us distracts us from the amazingly important things that are happening in the world? We shouldn't be so easily amused by the banal and petty that we miss out on the truly incredible and uniquely beautiful things in the universe.

Kim Kardashian's glistening butt, while admittedly large, is nothing compared to the icy 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko. (That's the comet that the probe Philae reached. I will refrain from jokes concerning probes and Kardashian backsides because that would be inappropriate.) There are other ample Kardashian bottoms out there to see.. we still have Kourtney and Khloe, after all. Besides it's just a butt. Everyone has one. But in our lifetimes we will never have another chance to see the surface of a comet. It's a freakin' COMET! That's so much cooler (quite literally) than anyone's butt!

Maybe we are just a bunch of 8 year-olds, immature and needing shiny things for our amusement, preoccupied with butts and bathroom humor.

Sad really. But at least I got a few good butt jokes out of it...