Requiem for the Space Program

Discovery flies over Washington, DC. Photo by Valerie Pickering from flickr (creative commons).

“Requiem”, though we tend to think of the word in reference to a Catholic Mass said (or sung) for the dead, literally means “rest”.  And that’s the way I think of the United States space program, at rest. On Tuesday the Space Shuttle Discovery cruised into Washington, DC, buzzed the monuments a few times, and landed at Dulles Airport to become part of the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum’s Udvar-Hazy center. I was actually in DC, but missed it because I was in a conference session. My wife and daughter did get to see it from Eastern Market.

I’m not really sad that I missed the fly-by, though I would have liked to have seen that and shared that moment with the crowds. And I’m not really sad that the Space Shuttle program is over. I’m ambivalent about the many declarations and missives decrying the death of the manned space program. Before you stop reading and throw something at your computer screen like a good primate, let me explain.

I’m a true believer in space flight as a necessary, and stirring, future for humanity. I’m an unassuming, non-Spock-ear-wearing but yet dedicated Trekkie. I would love to see a Space Elevator built in my lifetime, and, like many people (and most of my readers I bet) I once wished still wish for the opportunity to see the Earth from space. So what explains my seeming treachery?

Three reasons. First, I’m trying to take the long view. Second, I’m trying to be optimistic in my long view. Third, my long view is not governed by patriotism, but by humanism.

Humanity has come so very far in so little time. We’ve done great things, but also terrible things. We stand at the dawn of a new age, clearly, though I’m not sure what future historians might call it. The machine age? The electronic age? The digital age? The difficulty in choosing a label suggests that humanity is going through something complex, and difficult. We’ve arguably created something stronger than natural selection, the ability to engineer (sloppily and without intentionality or thought to consequence) our environment and our bodies, and manipulate our minds. Midcentury, we obtained the power to elevate ourselves above Earth, and the power to destroy most life on the lithosphere. The vehicle for both was ironically the same, a rocket.

I empathize with humanity’s plight. That’s a lot of power and responsibility, and looking at the first fifty years of the last century, there wasn’t much there to suggest we deserved, were ready for, or had even a slim chance of surviving, such a terrifying advance in knowledge and know-how. Taking the long view helps to see this in context; a tiny moment, momentous for sure, but tiny nonetheless, one small step for (hu)mankind into the future. We still have so far to go. There’s so many things for us to get past, blinders and superstitions we need to shed.

The manned space program served a few admirable purposes. It proved the possibility (and great difficulty and expense) of sending people off into space, and in accomplishing this huge task, it raised human consciousness about our race’s precarious placement in the universe; it gave us our first view of ourselves as inhabitants of a single, precious planet, and that can’t be underestimated.

But that’s not where we are now. It’s not where we have been since the end of Apollo. We’ve been stuck in low earth orbit, and the Space Shuttle program was by some estimation a boondoggle, a very complex, expensive, and ultimately dangerous way of getting a bit off the planet and then falling back to it and barely missing, and doing this again and again. A charming trick but not really space travel.

The early space age was filled with stirring imaginings about space stations and interplanetary missions, colonies on the moon, revolutions and new branches of humanity. The great mistake of the futurists was primarily one of time scale and secondarily one of betting on the wrong horse. They underestimated how far humanity would get in computing and biology, but far overshot how far into space we would get. In other words, their view wasn’t long enough.

This is where optimism steps in and offers an extended hand, just before I step off the edge into the abyss. There are signs that humanity might just make it. Along with the stories of state terror, blistering technological change, and ruptures in the fabric of daily life unprecedented in humanity’s many thousands of years, the last century was also a stirring story of social movements, of vibrant thinking about the future, of experimenting with different ways of associating. Is it enough to get us through? I’m not sure. But people are resilient.

Especially the Chinese ones. And this brings me to my third point. In discussion the other day, a colleague was decrying the loss in know-how that was commonplace during the Apollo program. We couldn’t get to the moon now if we wanted to, the knowledge just isn’t there any more, he said. By there, he meant here. The United States.

It’s not just getting the moon that the US has forgotten how to do. My friend John is trying to start a sandle factory in Geneva, NY, once a minor star in the firmament of the Great Lakes Industrial Belt and now just another empty socket on the rust-belt crown. When his machines break down there is nobody nearby to fix them. Someone has to come from China. This is what off-shoring has done to us. The capacity to build, to make, to fix, is simply not here in many sectors.

Don’t get me wrong, the United States has a lot of promise, a lot of beauty, a lot of very bright and creative people; but it is also saddled with a lot of challenges. Like the volatile mix of guns, fundamentalist religion and poor education. Like a burdensome military occupation of pretty much the entire globe that breeds resentment and sucks resources away from the homeland, where roads are cracked, bridges are rusting, and schools look like prisons, except with less funding.

These challenges are daunting. And they need to be met. I’m no longer sure that now is the time for ambitious manned missions to Mars. I’d rather spend the money on that than new aircraft carriers, which arguably exist only to protect the power they themselves project. It’s likely we don’t have the resources for either. If we don’t fix health care and education, attend to our infrastructure, and perhaps most importantly, figure out the sustainability question, then what will there be to defend so aggressively?

Moreover, who will be prepared to meet the challenge laid down by such provocative stunts as going to Mars? Light pollution has robbed the inspiring view of the cosmos from planet earth that inspired the astronauts, the scientists, the engineers. And maybe that’s why space shots came to be such ho-hum events. It’s been a while since astronautics has captured the American imagination. Perhaps that’s because we can’t see where there is to go anymore.

The opportunity costs of the space program were high for the US. What would have been a better investment: to send a handful of people to the Moon, or create a modern educational system that gave every student as firm a grasp of critical thinking and scientific method as they had capacity? What position would be in now if we had invested then in the boldest, grandest, most difficult educational project ever imagined, and instead put industry and slide rules and brains to tackling that problem? It is actually a choice we made, as funding had to come from somewhere and the other thing on the table was the ambitious educational and anti-poverty programs of Kennedy and Johnson. Again, militarism seemed then and seems now to be off the table for cuts, so what’s the best of limited choices? (If you’d argue that militarism shouldn’t be off the table, then please argue that. Only the odd bedfellows of Ron Paul and Dennis Kucinich seem willing to speak that unspeakable idea.)

Meanwhile, the Chinese might be ready to push things forward. I’m okay with that. China has a long, long history and has added much richness to the human tradition. Is it their turn to take a few small steps for (hu)mankind? Why should that bother me? Nothing says the future is American. Quite the contrary, history should teach us that the future belongs largely to the unexpected upstart, not the lumbering juggernaut. Moreover, the most convincing of the space-faring rhetoric has always called to us from a place beyond national boundaries and xenophobia. If Neil Armstrong could represent all of humanity in a single step, why can’t a Chinese Taikonaut?

China has it’s problems, too, vast and difficult ones (isn’t everything in China vast?). Maybe what it needs is a rigorous space program that inspires its intelligent young people to aspire to something greater than outconsumering the masters of consumerism (us).  Then again, maybe it needs to invest in some alternative energy systems. Those choices aren’t ours to make.

So there it is, my complex thoughts on the space program. No hyperlinks, no references, just some thoughts thought and shared.

So  I guess in the end I am a little sad. But not for the end of the manned space program. More for the predicament that we placed ourselves in. The end of the manned space program is just a symptom of a wider failure of the imagination. I think the cure is closer to home, in the very wonder about the universe that we can cultivate around us. Most people have no idea what humanity has come to understand about the universe…fixing that might be our best bet for a future, here on earth and farther afield.

Dark Sky

Ward Schumaker's illustration accompanying Grant Barrett's essay in the NYT.

Lexicographer Grant Barrett published a list of words that entered into common usage in 2011 that he thinks will be with us for a while. One of them was this:

DARK SKY Designates a place free of nighttime light pollution. For example, the island of Sark in the English Channel is a dark-sky island.

This is meaningful in several respects. First, it signifies that light polluted skies, hazy, starless, jaundice-colored, are so ubiquitous that the absence of them is notable (and now, through the International Dark Sky Associations’s Dark Sky Places program, certifiable.) Second, the common adoption of the phrase signifies (I hope) that people are waking up to the harm light pollution causes to animals, plants and quite probably humans and are willing to do something about it. Unlike many intractable problems, light pollution has a clear and simple solution: full cut-off outdoor lighting fixtures.

The cynic in me sees a scarier, sadder, side to the creation of Dark Sky preserves. I worry that people will become complacent and think that we can hem the night sky into little zoos and then not worry about the skies everywhere else. It’s only partially about an inspiring vista, remember, there are health and environmental impacts, not to mention grotesque wastes of money involved.

And there’s the commoditization of nature. Bill McKibben once wrote that the difference between wilderness and civilization is that in wilderness nobody can sell you anything; I fear that advanced capitalism is figuring out how to sell us wilderness itself. To put it more straightforwardly-the rarity of truly dark skies and the cost to get these places is putting perhaps one of the most crucial views of the universe-and our place within it-out of reach of many people. The night sky should not be for rich people only. Something once free, like air or sunshine, has now been turned into a rare commodity. I wonder when they’ll start trading it. But that leads me to a different word of 2011 according to Barrett: Occupy Wall Street. But that’s for a different blog.

Why nerd is punk

Wheeled, roving outreach elescopes in Xi'an, China, by Ryry9379 on Flickr (Creative Commons)

I was thinking recently that perhaps my readers might be wondering about that “nerd is punk” tagline. I thought I’d explain myself, which sounded great until I went to the wordpress dashboard, opened up a new post, and was actually confronted with the ambiguity I have unleashed on the world, all because punk sounded like a cool way to mask inherently geeky tendencies with an aura of anti-establishment “Take That!”

So why is nerd punk? Are either of these good things that any public blog about astronomy should stake reputation and readership by holding up as something to be aspired to? Did I lose you on that last sentence?

Let’s start with nerd. Here’s a Venn Diagram of the brainy misfits strata of modern society, from Buzzfeed

Personally I could quibble with this. It all seems pretty arbitrary. Are geeks really obsessed but not intelligent? Are nerds really socially indept? While Dorks are definitely socially inept, I’m not so sure they are not intelligent as well. I think this diagram really isn’t very helpful, and I apologize for having propagated it. Ah, well, what’s done is done.

Let’s dip into the lovely Macbook dictionary authority and look up nerd:

nerd |nərd| noun informal

a foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious : one of those nerds who never asked a girl to dance. (Oh, it’s like they knew me in 7th grade!)

• an intelligent, single-minded expert in a particular technical discipline or profession : he single-handedly changed the Zero image of the computer nerd into one of savvy Hero. (Why are both examples men? Feminist nerds, stand up and be counted!)

ORIGIN 1950s: of unknown origin. (I love this…so mysterious. Like maybe it had to do with Nazi rocket scientists and the roots of 1960s rebellion or something).

What about Punk? Can we nail that down any more than nerd. Let me move the cursor the little magnifying glass at top right.

punk |pə ng k| noun

1 informal a worthless person (often used as a general term of abuse). • a criminal or hoodlum. • derogatory (in prison slang) a passive male homosexual. • an inexperienced young person; a novice.

2 (also punk rock) a loud, fast-moving, and aggressive form of rock music, popular in the late 1970s and early 1980s. • (also punk rocker) an admirer or player of such music, typically characterized by colored spiked hair and clothing decorated with safety pins or zippers.

3 soft, crumbly wood that has been attacked by fungus, sometimes used as tinder.

adjective

1 informal in poor or bad condition : I felt too punk to eat. 2 of or relating to punk rock and its associated subculture : a punk band | a punk haircut.

ORIGIN late 17th cent. (sense 3) : perhaps, in some senses, related to archaic punk [prostitute,] also to spunk .

(Interestingly, one of the usages I remember from growing up isn’t represented here. We used the word “punk” to mean citronella-laced incense sticks used to keep mosquitos away. Those punks were punk!)

That Macbook dictionary isn’t very helpful. Matter of fact, it seems rather square and reactionary. So, seeking wisdom as Nerds always do, I asked my friend K-D, who does the Kpunk podcast, just what punk was. It’s a bit like trying to define Gravlax. So instead he gave me a list:

  • Punk is:
  • dead
  • a commodity
  • a marketing term
  • a fashion
  • the soundtrack to a revolution on hold
  • an aesthetic
  • an ethos
  • a dedication to a do-it-yourself lifestyle in order to transform individuals from passive consumers to active cultural producers
  • a category of social identification that can draw from all of the above
  • an empty vessel waiting for the brave and/or foolish to fill it

He followed up with: “I  suggest you focus on the idea of a ‘punk ethos’ which some discuss as an anti-status quo disposition coupled with DIY practice in order to  engage in the process of ‘disalienation’ (resisting the forces of  alienation of today’s consumer capitalist society). Dismissing the notion of experts and hierarchies towards self-empowerment and  accessibility.”

Okay, that was a lot of stuff. Punk is about as complex as nerd, that’s for sure. Let me draw some parallels here. Why is nerd punk, and in this case I’m mostly talking about astronomy nerdiness? Because punk is about direct experience and first-hand knowledge. It’s about collecting the actual photon messengers sent to us from various far-flung locales in the universe rather than having them be predigested by the Hubbell Space Telescope or Photoshop. It’s about sharing knowledge with people that don’t have access to it because nobody else cares enough to share, to think it’s of any importance, or think those bereft of these experiences as worthy of them. Nerd is punk because knowledge of the universe, and the way it works, is not part of the consumerist plan. If you knew too much about how things really worked, for example, you wouldn’t be eating food coloring, for example. Or factory raised meat. If you knew how massive the universe was, how tiny and finite our existence is,  you wouldn’t be watching Stories of True Celebrity Flatulence on cable. You’d be in the streets in Yemen or Syria. You’d be trying to stave off complete environmental collapse before it’s too late. You’d be living.

I’ll stick by some old guns here and say that democracy (the real deal) requires an educated, thoughtful and reflective populace or it…will rather look like what we have today, with Wall Street wives bilking the Fed of millions of bailout money while the rest of us struggle to shift balances around on zero APR credit cards. Nerd is about being educated when nobody wants or cares you to be, and that, my friends, is totally punk.

Nerd is punk because it’s not afraid of shocking other people. I’ve seen lots of people get shocked by Saturn, or the mountains of the moon, or a distant greenish smudge made up of 500 billion stars. Astronomy documentaries usually have some soft, ethereal electronica soundtracks. That’s cool, but the universe might go better with loud, fast-moving and agressive music. Like when Theia pummeled the early earth and the moon was created. Brian Eno would have reached for an electric guitar if he witnessed that, and probably screamed.

Here’s another affinity: punks and nerds love the dark. Punks plot and invent subcultures and make great things happen largely in secret, because the co-opting machine is ever watchful. Nerds love the dark because there are meteor showers to watch, and grand vistas of the cosmos on display. Which might just make them want to plot and invent subculture and make great things happen. You see my point.

And lastly, Nerd and Punk are both about DIY. That’s Do-It-Yourself. Nerds build radios in their basements. Or telescopes in their garage. Sometimes they make zines about building radios, or telescopes, or modified radio shack robots that dance every time they hear the word “perambulate”. They are Punks.

Some Punks wire up their own amplifiers out of stuff they fished out a dumpster. Some learn organic farming and others take over abandoned buildings and wire together their own communities, rebuilding social relationships by subverting established hierarchies They are Nerds.

If you remain unconvinced about my comparison, or about the value of Nerds and Punks and their inherent affinity, let me ask you this: Why is it not cool in our society to know stuff?

Pluto’s Song

Clare and the Reasons has a beautiful, witty and tender song about Pluto and it’s demotion to Dwarf Planet. It’s a great bit of songwriting.

I’m not really particularly upset about the International Astronomical Union’s 2006 decision, though I see that many people still are. Our view of the universe, and of our solar system, is getting increasingly complex, which in turn is challenging our nomenclature. There are other Pluto-sized objects and is probably worth creating some new categories. There’s some good, too: Pluto now has a number as well as a name. 134340: the secret agent dwarf planet.

Anyway, people will argue and change their minds, and Pluto will still go on being what it is, a tiny satellite of the sun, “way the heck out there,” to quote a friend’s college astronomy teacher. I don’t think it was hurt in the least, so let’s save our pity for humanity, and, in terms of positive action, spend some time in wonder at the complexity of our solar system. A planet that’s almost a star (Jupiter) and a mini-solar system all it’s own, the Kuiper Belt of dwarf planets and other satellites, the Oort Cloud where ghostly comets come from. It’s huge, and it does not demonstrably care about us. The song, however, remains lovely poetry:

Now all the planets will gather around and have a thing for you
They’ll wrap their orbits warmly around you and send you off with love
Chin up pluto the stars still want you and we down here do too
you know what to do, just keep on keeping on

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