Well another piece of my childhood is gone. Leonard Nimoy died Friday at the age of 83. While not quite the age of a mature Vulcan, he did indeed live long and prosper.
Forever associated with the half-human Vulcan Science Officer of the Enterprise, Nimoy’s TV career began the year I was born with an appearance on “Queen for a Day.” A show I barely remember but which might be counted as a proto-reality show.
He played Indians, cowboys, soldiers, sailors and cops. Though he reprized his Spock role throughout the rest of his life in Star Trek movies, an animated TV show, and self-referenced it on many guest spots on other geek series such as the Big Bang Theory, it was never set in stone. He created any number of other roles such as Paris on “Mission Impossible,” and Theo Van Gogh in the one-man stage play and TV movie “Vincent.”
He created the Vulcan nerve pinch, the envy of generations of martial artists who secretly believe if we could just get it right…
The story has it that Nimoy loathed having to do fight scenes and one day on set said, “Couldn’t I just pinch him on the neck or something?”
He also created, or rather popularized the ‘V’ shaped Vulcan greeting that goes with “Live long, and prosper.”
Nimoy was the child of Ukrainian Jewish immigrants who grew up bi-lingual, speaking both English and Yiddish. The hand gesture is a rabbinical blessing he explained. The shape of the hand resembles the Hebrew letter ‘Shin’ which is the first letter of several sacred words: Shaddai (one of the names of God), Shalom (a greeting which means “peace”) and Shekhinah (the feminine aspect of God created to live among men).
In later years Nimoy was active in the movement to preserve and pass on the Yiddish language.
But of course, he will always be Spock to those of us who loved him.
This is what Spock means to me, and how he helped shape my image of the man I wanted to be growing up.
Spock of course was highly intelligent. What was revealed as the character developed over the course of the series was that he was also extremely passionate, as apparently were all Vulcans not just half-humans. Spock mentioned Vulcan once had “an aggressive colonizing period, brutal even by human standards.” One colony became the warrior culture of the Romulan Empire.
This and his half-human heritage created tensions that made Spock pretty miserable. After one adventure on a planet full of hallucinogenic spores inhabited by blissed-out colonists he commented, “For the first time in my life, I was happy.”
The way Spock dealt with it, was self-control, duty, a wry sense of humor, and philosophy.
The code for self-control in the series, was “logic.” Spock evaluated situations in terms of logical or illogical. But you never saw him construct a syllogism or draw a Venn diagram. Spock expected the default behavior of rational beings to be self-control. Not letting the passions get the upper hand when their self-interest was at stake. Spock got flummoxed when sentient beings acted irrationally when it would better serve them to exercise a little self-control.
Duty, Spock was Science Officer of the Starship Enterprise, a position corresponding to Executive Officer on a Navy ship. Along with the captain, and often as acting captain he was responsible for the lives of hundreds of people. To fail in his duty could mean their deaths, or the deaths of innocent sapients of other species – or war.
Spock’s sense of humor was wonderful and oddly, rarely noted. He was the master of the dry rejoinder and the uplifted eyebrow, an expression that spoke volumes.
Once when Leonard “Doc” McCoy was searching for a cure for a malady that struck some of the crew, including himself, he utters in frustration, “I’m just an old country doctor.”
Spock, raised eyebrow, “As I always suspected.”
Philosophy, never explicitly expressed but shown in action as the best of philosophy always is.
Spock was not exactly a pacifist but committed to exhausting all non-violent, or at least non-lethal alternatives first. But he could argue for warlike action as in the first encounter with the Romulans, his ethnic kin.
Spock displayed real objectivity, not the counterfeit of non-evaluation so popular in academia today.
On one planet where wars were waged with computers, the ruler explained that those declared casualties were expected to report to be killed for real, and rationalized that this was how they avoided a potentially world-destroying conflict. And oh by the way, the Enterprise had been declared a casualty so would the crew please report to the killing booths?
“I understand,” Spock said.
“Ah you approve Mr. Spock!” the ruler said.
“No,” Spock replied. “I understand. I do not approve.”
Spock’s humor, sense of duty, and philosophical objectivity might have been summed up in one scene in the first season.
When parting with a woman he loved but could not be with, he told her, “If we all have our private purgatories, surely mine can be no worse than anyone else’s.”
“Mr. Spock,” she said, “I never even knew your first name.”
Spock smiles, “You couldn’t pronounce it.”
Beam him up Scotty.
“May his memory be a blessing.”
On Monday Secretary of the Veterans Affairs Department Robert A. McDonald, apologized for falsely claiming last month that he had served in the US Army Special Forces.
This happened in a conversation with a homeless veteran in Los Angeles and was unfortunately for him captured on camera. That’s the great thing about the video age, casual lies get caught. Either someone says something that gets recorded, or someone lies about something that happened and it turns out there’s an audiovisual record of what really happened.
But this is just plain weird. Service records are just that – records. They can generally be accessed with a Freedom of Information request.
I think we have probably all known some pathetic loser who claims he was an Army Ranger, a CIA agent, a “mercenary” or whatever. Sometimes it’s someone who’s never been in the military, or perhaps someone who was a truck driver in the Army who reinvented himself as a combat hero like former University of Colorado professor and fake Indian Ward Churchill.
Sometimes someone lies for tangible benefits, like Churchill or Sen. Elizabeth Warren who parlayed fake Indian ancestry into lucrative jobs reserved for affirmative action appointments. (And by the way, my ancestry is about one percent African, and by the old “one known drop” rule…)
But most of that kind we’re likely to run into are people with no significant accomplishments of their own who simply invent the glorious self they wish they could be, but don’t dare.
But what are we to make of people with real, substantial accomplishments who tell self-aggrandizing lies?
McDonald is, unless this also turns out to be fraud, a graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point (1975), served in the Army’s 82nd Airborne Division, and completed jungle, arctic, desert warfare and Ranger training. I think it unlikely these claims would have remained unchallenged this long if they were false.
McDonald had nothing to gain and everything to lose by lying. For God’s sake why would he do that?
We’ll probably never know. Perhaps he doesn’t even know himself.
Well big shot NBC anchor Brian Williams got caught in a lie.
Well actually he got caught telling a lie over and over again for many years and now network execs are looking into a whole series of possible fabrications and his expense account to boot, while he cools his heels for six months without pay.
That six months pay is reportedly in the $5 million range.
We’ll see if Williams is ever welcome back in the chair. Rumor has it there are other journos like Katie Couric who are eyeing it and that Tom Brokaw has wanted him gone for a while now.
I’ve got two observations about this. One is that Williams is not exactly a journalist, he’s a news reader.
The paradox of broadcast journalism is that once you get to the coveted top spots you’re not collecting news you’re presenting news collected by others. Often as sort of an MC of news where you introduce someone reporting from the field. It used to be that you worked your way into that comfortable position with your reporting creds, but more and more it’s all about being good-looking, having a nice speaking voice, and being able to radiate sincerity. All of those things Williams has in spades.
They are also the characteristics of a good serial liar.
But face it, it’s not likely anyone is ever going to come to broadcast journalism with the cred of Walter Cronkeit, Mike Wallace, Andy Rooney, or Paul Harvey again. Maybe it was a case of envy, of wanting so much to be like those giants of yesteryear that his fantasy life became more real than his real life.
And maybe there’s something else as well.
We live in a world today where sober academics proclaim that there is no absolute truth, only “social constructs.” And this has filtered down to the street as well.
I remember a few decades ago when a particularly vindictive ex was going around telling people (including calling up my mother) that I’d “beaten her up twice.” I had not, and in fact nobody among our circle of friends and acquaintances believed her. Among other reasons, she had no bruises to show and by that time her manifest charm was beginning to slip and she was alienating a lot of other people.
One friend of hers however said I was harsh to call her a liar.
“How so?” I asked. “She told a lie, and not a harmless one.”
“Well maybe it was true for her,” she replied.
“It – did – not- happen,” I said. “It’s a lie.”
“Well maybe it’s true for her,” she repeated.
Understand, she was not claiming I was the liar and my ex wasn’t. She was saying we each had our own contradictory version of the truth – and they were in some sense both true. I don’t know about you, but the idea of this concept permeating our courts and newsrooms gives me cold chills. I think it’s already permeated our politics.
But I think the difference between some of the lies told by public figures these days, and good old-fashioned lying to cover up something wrong, illegal or embarrassing, is these are not self-conscious lies but self-aggrandizing stories told by people who do not believe there is such a thing as objective truth.
We are now ensconced in our new home, mostly unpacked and semi-organized. I also have two sick kids and I’m not feeling tip-top myself.
My daughter came home from school with a scratchy throat. Took her to a nearby walk-in clinic and the nice PA said, “You have strep young lady.”
Oh boy, I have what amounts to a hereditary weakness to strep which used to regularly knock me flat on my back for a week once a year. However in adulthood it doesn’t seem to bother me as much and I haven’t experienced that feeling of gargling with napalm it used to bring. I’m told it’s not that my immune system has gotten stronger, it’s that strep has evolved into a less malign form. Even among microorganisms it’s considered rude to murder your host.
So of course my son and I both got it. What’s odd is how the symptoms and recovery differ. My little girl is still active and energetic, but lost her voice and can only speak in a scratchy whisper. She communicates with gestures and a stack of notes she wrote: “Yes,” “No,” “I don’t care” etc.
My son however has a slightly ulcerated sore throat.
I myself was knocked flat and though my throat wasn’t noticeably painful it was a tremendous effort just to stand up. A friend reported the same feeling.
One to two days sleeping around the clock and I was up and on the mend (knock wood!) without the aid of antibiotics. My children’s illness however still lingers even with strong doses of antibiotics.
It was about this time I became vaguely aware that Rush Limbaugh had said something-or-other about illegal immigrants bringing measles or something into this country and was getting excoriated for it. Well that’s Rush, he enjoys irritating people.
I do not. I would rather start a discussion that makes people think.
However thought being an often painful exercise, one often precedes the other.
So with some trepidation I’m going to have to say, Rush’s central point is correct. And I know this because I asked them at the local office of the Department of Health as I was getting my kids vaccinations for school.
When we moved from Wyoming to Oklahoma in between semesters I found there were a few more vaccinations required here, measles among them. Furthermore there is no grace period. In Wyoming I believe it was three weeks to get your kids the jabs, after they started classes. Here, no jab no school.
So I asked, “Is that because there are lots of students here from places with different vaccination protocols?”
“Yes,” the nice nurse said.
See? Simple question. No politics, no problem.
Every parent knows schools may be fine institutions for preparing our kids for the future, and getting them out of our hair for a few blessed hours a day, but they are also gigantic petri dishes swarming with disease cultures.
That’s just the way it is. Deal with it, don’t shout about it. My voice is to weak to shout anyway.
“Hi, been a long time hasn’t it?”
“Sure has, haven’t seen you around much.”
“Well I’ve been busy.”
OK, what I’ve been busy doing has been merely rearranging my life in every important respect.
Firstly, I’ve moved again. That’s two moves in less than a year with all the hassle that implies: packing and un-, getting the kids into new schools, vaccinations, setting up home office, getting finances in order for a business venture, etc.
I am restarting my self-syndication venture. I’ve been a columnist with a miniscule number of subscribers for three years now. I had to suspend attempts to expand as I was working full time and had just gotten full custody of my two children.
Writing is not the problem. It’s the incredibly tedious legwork involved in combing state newspaper association websites, gathering names and email addresses, making the pitch to each and every one of them by name, enduring crushing rejection, you know – all that stuff that makes life worth living.
Plus working on a series of books I have planned. I’ve got the first ready to publish on Kindle.
Oh and did I mention two children? A son who spends entirely too much time online gaming and needs to be gotten out of the house for camping, canoeing, fitness activities (not that Daddy couldn’t use some of that too) and a little girl I have absolutely no idea how to buy clothes for.
I’m also setting up a martial arts school for a few private students and small groups in my garage.
You could say I’ve got a full plate.
The secret to handling a busy life is organization, and for a writer that means defining your audience. Who are you writing for?
There’s an old saying in the writer biz, “If you’re writing for everybody, you’re writing for nobody.”
In this day and age, a lot of how you write has to do with your media. I have been archiving my columns on this blog, but I’m going to do a lot less of that.
Columns have a certain format, a certain voice. You have to make a point in 500-700 words.
Blog posts are different. You can be freer with your choice of length from hurried notes to longer, more rambling essays and lord I do love to ramble sometimes!
I’m also offering movie reviews. At my last newspaper I sort of fell into that by accident, because the lady doing it loathed the job. I loved it, and it gave me an excuse to see a movie once a week.
And I’m going to be taking the occasional freelance assignment, offering my services to cover events for rural newspapers that happen outside their coverage area.
So why am I doing this?
Because I love to write, and because I’m a single dad.
I have to support my children financially, and I have to be there for them because there’s nobody else.
And because I think there’s a huge debate going on in this country about how we should govern ourselves, how we should act on the world stage, and how we can secure the good life for ourselves and our children.
I want to be part of that debate. I think I have something to contribute to it, and I think the debate has been dominated by coastal elites for too long.
That’s why I’m calling my venture “Flyover Country Media.”
Well, that’s a jot of balls to keep in the air for sure. But at times like this I like to remind myself that Clark Kent is a journalist.
I will have more to say about this after I’ve calmed down.
In the meantime here is a sample of one of the covers from Charlie Hebdo, the French satirical magazine where 12 of the bravest journalists in Europe were murdered by jihadists.
And here is my message to you.
FREE MEN DO NOT CRINGE! FREE MEN SAY WHATEVER THEY DAMN WELL PLEASE!
Forget that at your peril.
“I decapitated with my blessed right hand the head of the American Jew Daniel Pearl, in the City of Karachi, Pakistan.”
– Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, under interrogation by waterboarding
Well the torture report is out and it’s déjà vu all over again. Haven’t we been through this before?
I looked up a column of mine dated May, 2009, about the controversy surrounding Obama’s plan to release actual photos of “enhanced interrogation.”
“President Obama, announced he would authorize release of photos showing prisoners undergoing ‘enhanced interrogation.’ Right-wingers announced the imminent downfall of the American republic. Then he changed position and said he wouldn’t. Left-wingers announced the imminent downfall of the American republic. Reportedly, top US commanders in Iraq and Afghanistan personally told the President they opposed release, arguing it would make the US mission more difficult.”
What’s different about this time? Well for one, it goes into considerable detail.
The report is available online, and it’s pretty grim reading. Waterboarding we knew about. The report has details about cold water baths, extreme enemas, sleep deprivation, stress positions and hints at worse.
For another, the timing is suspicious. What does it accomplish now, what purpose does it serve?
What does it accomplish domestically?
It may be intended to discredit Republicans after their huge gains in the midterm election. If so, it’s going to take a lot of spin to accomplish that
From my 2009 column.
“Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) said the CIA didn’t tell her they would actually go out and do what they described in the briefings she attended. The minutes of the meetings show, to put it bluntly, that she’s lying her head off.”
There were an awful lot of Democrats on board with this after 9/11, and “renditions” (handing over captured terrorists to countries far less squeamish than we are) continued unabated during the Obama administration.
What it accomplished abroad was to allow an awful lot of countries to announce they are shocked, shocked that the U.S. would do such a thing! Including a few countries like France who are not known for being overly squeamish when it’s their own national interest at stake.
But perhaps this will force us to have a conversation we should have had a long time ago about a subject we don’t want to talk about.
Those of an idealistic bent claim we are losing the soul of our country.
Terry Strada, speaking for a group of 9/11 widows, said basically to hell with them. Her children are growing up without a father.
Sen. John McCain knows the reality of torture first hand, and is equally passionate that we should never torture under any circumstances.
Strada and McCain definitely have moral standing in the court of public opinion, but statesmen make or should make decisions based on our interests, not our emotions.
Journalist Michael Yon, former Special Forces vet of Iraq and Afghanistan, is concerned the fear of being tortured will make jihadists reluctant to surrender.
His argument has practical merit. However the jihadists do not reciprocate. They torture and kill American captives, not for information but from sheer sadistic glee and to send the message to us about how ruthless they are.
Another practical objection in the report claims torture is ineffective and has not resulted in useful intelligence, but only false leads given by subjects desperate to make it stop by saying anything.
Please, that’s been known forever and skillful interrogators take that into account. And if the interrogations are not producing useful intelligence, why didn’t somebody say, “We’re getting nothing from this, let’s try something else”?
A group of six former CIA directors and deputy directors claimed in a Wall Street Journal editorial that the report is politicized, error ridden, and that information from enhanced interrogations has saved lives and prevented further attacks.
They say they had leads on plans for further attacks, even the horrible possibility that the jidhadists were planning to acquire a nuke and sneak it into the country.
We really have to have that discussion, and we really have to be tough-minded about it beyond what we are comfortable with.
Those who say torture is a necessary tool to fight a ruthless enemy really need to explain how this is going to be limited to an emergency measure used only in extreme cases.
Those who say torture is never justified need to face the “ticking bomb” scenario realistically. So far they have evaded or ridiculed the issue.
Because the bottom line is this, in an age of loose nukes and cheap bioweapons, sooner or later circumstances will arise in which we may have to throw aside all of our scruples and act with utter ruthlessness.
When that day comes, and I believe it’s a “when” not an “if,” it would be best if we’d considered our options beforehand rather than flying blind into an unimaginable horror.
Many years ago I had a vindictive ex.
I believe I can sense the rolling eyes and hear the impatient groans among male readers.
“Oh you think you had it bad!”
Bear with me please, it gets better. I hadn’t seen anything of my ex for a while and I first found out exactly how vindictive she was when two police detectives showed up at my front door.
“Is there a problem officers?” I said, or something equally witty.
It’s unnerving at best when detectives show up at your door, no matter how clear your conscience is.
“We had a report that someone answering your description robbed (the local strip joint) and shot the bartender in the knee,” said one. “You know anything about this?”
My jaw literally dropped open.
“Well is that a yes or are you catching flies?” he asked.
I have to say, under most circumstances I admire the ability to banter like this, in classic tough-cop style. I briefly considered bantering back about how this was typical ethnic stereotyping on my Irish heritage. Why does everyone assume when someone gets knee-capped there must be an Irishman behind it? But it didn’t seem like a good idea at the time.
“I guess I’m catching flies,” I said (which was pretty good you must admit). “I’ve never been in the place.”
So they asked, did I know anyone who worked there?
As it happened I did, and as I was going down the (short) list it broke on me like a flash.
“Oh,” I said. “I have an ex who makes rounds there selling flowers, and she’s just crazy and vindictive enough to say something like this.”
I will never forget to my dying day the look of disgust on the face of that cop as he actually managed to slam his notebook shut.
I offered to come downtown for a lineup but they obviously felt they’d wasted enough time on this lead.
Reaction around town was universally sympathetic, and the proprietors of the strip joint I believe made it plain to my ex she wasn’t welcome to vend in their establishment anymore.
Thank God it wasn’t a rape accusation!
Last month Rolling Stone magazine published a truly horrifying description of one young lady’s gang rape at the hands of a group of fraternity boys at a frat party at the University of
Virginia. I defy anyone to read it without being overcome with a sick feeling of horror, and rage.
And immediately after that, if one has a brain in their head, the thought of, “Wait a minute, this is bogus!”
To summarize, Rolling Stone writer Sabrina Erdely wrote a story using precisely one source. Moreover she was deliberately misleading as to whether she was quoting the alleged victim or her friends.
She made no attempt to contact any of the five or seven alleged rapists “at Jackie’s request”, even though details the alleged victim “Jackie” supplied should have made it easy. When other journalists tried to, they could find no members of the fraternity that matched the details she supplied. Nor was there a party at the fraternity on that date.
Being gang-raped on shards of broken glass should have left trauma enough for a visit to the emergency room. Erdely evidently couldn’t be bothered to check, or even ask.
Jackie’s friends are now walking back from their previous support of her after reading unflattering details about themselves that in no way match their memory of conversations with Jackie.
Erdely admitted in an interview that she went shopping for a spectacular rape story on several university campuses, but most were too “prosaic” for her purposes.
Bottom line, not a single detail could be corroborated. Rolling Stone apologized – and has since revised their apology. They at first said their trust in Jackie was “misplaced,” then backtracked and said it was entirely their fault.
No, it’s their fault for believing a serial fabricator. But Jackie, whoever she is, has to take some of the responsibility too.
This was not a harmless thing. Campus fraternities were suspended and the fraternity in question’s building has been vandalized.
And yet there are those who are defending this as a good thing because it draws attention to the “rape culture on campus.”
So referring to my story above, how do you think they’d like it if any accusation against them, however improbably, was given the same kind of credence in a major publication as this?
Well much of Ferguson, Missouri was reduced to smoking ruins as heavily armed police and National Guard stood by and did… not much.
Days of rioting after the grand jury no-billed Officer Darren Wilson for the fatal shooting of Michael Brown have left Ferguson businesses burnt, looted, vandalized.
Brown is invariably described as “unarmed,” as if that translates into “helpless.” Six-feet four inches 300 pounds is never “unarmed” in that sense.
CNN laments he was “days away from starting college.” He was also minutes away from having walked into a minority-owned business, taking what he fancied and shoving a man half his size out of the way when he tried to protest.
Cries of “institutionalized racism” filled the air after Wilson’s acquittal. Never mind that the acquittal was handed down by a grand jury about a third African-American, based on forensics and the testimony of several African-American eyewitnesses.
One young African-American man was murdered during the riot and there is speculation he was, or was thought to have been one of the witnesses.
People in the streets are described by media as “demonstrators.” While there are people demonstrating peacefully against a decision they think was wrong, I wonder how they feel about being lumped in with rioters and looters as if there were no difference?
President Obama stepped in with words of reconciliation, but while the words are all right the music is all wrong. He made it pretty plain where his sympathy lies, and it’s evidently not entirely on the side of law and order.
He has plenty of company among privileged white folks getting a heady fix of what one observer called “riot porn.”
Darlena Cunha wrote in Time magazine, “Ferguson: In Defense of Rioting” that, “Rioting is part of the evolution of society” and described rioters as “change agents.”
Cunha and company ignore the fact that rioters made no, as in zero, distinction between minority-owned small businesses and the big corporate chain store outlets.
Tell Natalie Dubose, an African-American woman who poured her life into a small bakery business, that the rioters who destroyed it are “change agents” working for social justice.
So were the looters expressing their rage against a society that holds them down, or just hatred of those among their own community who built something of their own, like crabs in a bucket pulling down anyone who rises above the common herd?
But there are signs of hope.
While white social justice warriors are making excuses for the destruction from their lofty perch, people of all races committed to building rather than destroying are pouring withering scorn upon the rioters and their enablers. And it’s not racism, it’s not hatred, it’s not fear. It’s utter contempt for those who cannot build, only destroy what others have built.
And they’re putting their money where their mouths are and their backsides on the frontline where the government was too scared to go.
White and black business owners got together, organized and armed themselves to mount guard over their property.
Several young black men showed up at the gas station owned by their former (white) employer with guns, and told the looters to back off.
A GoFundMe project to raise money to rebuild DuBose’s bakery raised more than $260 thousand within five days. The goal was only $20 thousand!
DuBose is now directing the appeal to rebuild other small businesses destroyed in the riot.
And perhaps the most hopeful sign of all was, agree or disagree with the grand jury’s decision, a group of men and women, all of whom admitted fear for their personal safety, did not allow the mob to make that decision for them.
Well the mid-term elections are over and the news media can go back to covering other stuff.
Some of that other stuff is about naked ladies.
Actress Keira Knightley went topless to protest sexist photoshopping. Evening show host Chelsea Handler went topless to mock Vladimir Putin for being a sexist. Reality star Kim Kardashian went full-frontal and rear for reasons best known to herself.
Other stuff is about ladies protesting guys who wear shirts showing shapely ladies.
Matt Taylor, Rosetta Project Scientist at the European Space Agency, announced to everybody in the world who cares about science that ESA had landed a probe on a comet. That probe was launched about 10 years ago and performed flawlessly after the long journey to match the comet’s trajectory.
Rose Eveleth of The Atlantic however, was more concerned about his shirt. Taylor wore a shirt, reportedly made for him by a lady friend, which featured hand-painted lingerie-clad ladies.
“No no women are toooootally welcome in our community, just ask the dude in this shirt,” Eveleth said.
Astrophysicist Katie Mack thought the sight of the sexist shirt would cause female students to shun STEM (Science Technology Engineering and Math).
“I don’t care what scientists wear. But a shirt featuring women in lingerie isn’t appropriate for a broadcast if you care about women in science.”
So they hauled Taylor before the Inquisition – I mean the media, and made him cry real tears of apology.
A quick Google search resulted in reactions about half-and-half condemning Taylor for tastelessness or condemning the outraged ladies, both accusing the other of “ruining” a really cool
Oh puh-lease, this event is so momentous nothing is going to “ruin” it. Except maybe the maddening happenstance that the probe landed on a part of the comet that is shaded by the surrounding heights for all but about three-and-a-half hours a day, limiting the probe’s ability to recharge its batteries from the solar panels.
I don’t know about the scientists at ESA but I’ll cry bitter tears if the probe has to shut down at the end of that inspiring effort.
Folks, Dr. Matt Taylor is a science geek. Which means the chances are great that he is socially inept and has no fashion sense. It might be that a mind that can contain the knowledge and skills necessary to accomplish this kind of thing doesn’t have a lot of room left in it for trivialities.
The fact that nobody at the facility thought to say, “Gee Matt, you’re going to do a media interview, perhaps you should change your shirt,” likely means he’s not the only one there.
The hi-tech industry has hired lots of these kind of people for years and knows enough to, 1) humor their eccentricities, and 2) keep them in the back room where they can think deep thoughts away from contact with the public.
I do not for one minute believe Taylor or anybody there meant to be offensive. If I had to guess, by wearing a hand-painted shirt made by a lady friend he might have been trying to say, “Hey look, this geek’s got game!”
But some people just love to be offended whether the intent was there or not, and it’s quite plain a number of them enjoyed Taylor’s public and unmanly humiliation.
Nor can I take seriously the claim this is going to discourage young women from the STEM fields. May I suggest that if a shirt decorated like a Victoria’s Secret catalog causes someone to give up a dream, one might suspect their commitment is somewhat lacking.
Oh and by the way, in case you missed it while some are agonizing over a shirt, Vladimir Putin is pouring men and heavy equipment into Ukraine, making bomber sorties into the Gulf of Mexico, and openly defying the President of the United States to do something about it.