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Toronto’s NOW Magazine Poops on Commander Chris Hadfield, Space Research and Exploration, Science, the Quest for Knowledge and the Human Spirit

Before I begin, let’s enjoy Chris Hadfield’s stunning music video, in which he performs David Bowie’s classic Space Oddity in the International Space Station, with the assistance of the woefully underappreciated Canadian singer/songwriter Emm Gryner.

Even the Thin White Duke (or at least the social media person in charge of his Twitter account) was impressed. I’m sure he never imagined that his song would ever be performed by an astronaut in space, at least not in his lifetime.

Let me say this now: great things happen when a Canadian brings a musical instrument someplace unexpected.

With all the warm-fuzzy stuff out of the way, let’s get to the meat of this article, which is about a less-happy topic.

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In NOW Magazine’s recent article, Space Commodity, which comes with the flamebait tagline “Canadian ISS commander Chris Hadfield’s orbital acoustic tour comes to an end, not a moment too soon”, they buried the lede in a postscript. (If you’re not from Toronto, NOW Magazine is one of the city’s free tabloid-sized alt-weekly newspapers, complete with every stereotype you’ve come to associate with them.)

I shall now excavate that buried lede for you:

Postscript: When I was in tenth grade, Hadfield spoke at my high school and during the Q&A refused to “dignify with a response” my question about apes sent to space returning super-intelligent. It is possible that my exasperation with him at least proceeds from, if is not entirely determined by, a grudge I’ve held against him since.

That postscript — in which a smartass tenth-grader got shot down by a guest speaker (and probably earned some detention to boot) — provides all the context you need for the rest of the article. It’s a “let’s poop on space research and exploration” piece, and it’s poop-by-proxy with a little hipster scorn-for-the-popular dumped on Commander Hadfield like so much pig’s blood on Carrie at the prom. The article smears the ISS’ outgoing commander as a fame-hungry (author John Semley uses the word “needy”) orbital busker and PR flack, and space research and exploration is portrayed as an expensive, pointless boondoggle in spite of the all the direct and (even more importantly) indirect benefits it’s brought to our lives.

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Semley — probably unaware of the history of science — is basically replaying the part of one of history’s most notable uptight and dour people: Queen Victoria. Her majesty was questioning her funding of Michael Faraday’s experiments, in which he was learning about magnetism and electricity, and slowly figuring out the connections between the two. Faraday’s contributions are obvious and all around us now, but in the first half of the 1800s, such basic research seemed ridiculous to the benighted and unimaginative. You know, people like Semley.

Queen Victoria asked Faraday what possible use his frivolous studies could have. Every good STEM — that’s Science / Technology / Engineering / Mathematics — person knows his response:

“Madam, of what use is a baby?”

There may not have been practical uses for his trying to figure out electricity, magnetism, and the way the two are connected back then, but it would be just mere decades before his research began to pay off when electric generators, motors and radio came on the scene. The reason Semley can quickly assemble smug, pointless treatises into Microsoft Word and fail to fact-check by hitting Google via wifi is because of “boondoggles” like Faraday’s research. And someday, future generations will benefit from the work being done on the ISS and other space research and exploration programs.

As for the space race and “dick-waving”, yes, those bits are true about the 1960s — but space research and exploration are so much more about that, as Neil deGrasse Tyson explains in the video below:

Here’s what Tyson is saying: the space program is the tent-pole for the entire scientific enterprise, yielding manifold benefits, in ways we haven’t — and can’t yet — conceive.

This is what Semley and NOW Magazine are pooping on: the seeking of knowledge. The expansion of our potential. The grandest human adventure. But please, be sure to carefully read NOW’s stereo ads!

As for Chris Hadfield being the “face” of science and research, all I can say is: “good”. We need more people like him. In a world where people are breathlessly following role models from American Idol, The Voice, whatever insipid staged “reality” show is currently on MTV or its ilk or any number of people from the sports and entertainment industries, we need our Bill Nye the Science Guys, our Neil deGrasse Tysons, and yes, Canadian contributors like our Chris Hadfields. They inspire all of us — not just kids, but even older folks like me — to explore, to experiment, to tinker, to learn, to expand our minds and the horizon of human knowledge. They’re making STEM cool. In our technological age, we need people to think about that stuff — even just a little.

As an added bonus, a lot of young’uns just got their first exposure to David Bowie at his best. What could be wrong with that?

I’ll close with this with Zen Pencil’s rendition of some inspiring words by Commander Hadfield. I dedicate it to John Semley and the others at NOW Magazine, who need the advice at the end the most:

chris hadfield - don't let life randomly kick you

Don’t let life randomly kick you into becoming the kind of adult that writes grossly misleading poison-pen pieces for NOW.

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A Mother’s Day Album: “Siamese Dream” by Smashing Pumpkins, Which Turns 20 This Year

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I remember first hearing Smashing Pumpkins’ album Gish at the old Star Sound near the corner of Yonge and College back in 1991 when it first came out. Someone at the store decided to just let the album play; I was intrigued with the first track, I am One, captivated with the second track, Siva, and by the end of Rhinoceros (one of my all-time favourite numbers by the Pumpkins), I had bought the CD.

Their 1993 follow-up album, Siamese Dream, is considerably more accessible than Gish, but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. It became the album that alt-rock and Aerosmith fans could agree on. It opens with the arena-friendly Cherub Rock, slides into a wall of guitars with decidedly un-quiet Quiet, the perfect setup for track three, Today, one of the best mope-rock anthems ever recorded. From there, it just goes on and on with the gems: Rocket, Disarm, Spaceboy, Soma (here’s an interesting alternate version)…this is simply one of the finest albums of the nineties.

A good number of people I know were university students when this album came out. It got heavy rotation during my DJ shifts at Crazy Go Nuts University’s Clark Hall Pub, and a good number of those students who packed the floor when I played it are moms now. In honour of Mother’s Day and all those moms who hit the dance floor back in 1993, here’s the entire Siamese Dream album to brighten your Sunday afternoon. Enjoy!

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Happy Adult Mother’s Day!

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Let’s face it: places like Adult World sell lots of films depicting — more or less — how your mom became your mom in the first place.

Found via Cherylynn Bewell.

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Happy Gothic Mother’s Day!

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

— originally William Makepeace Thackeray; later by Eric Draven in The Crow

I thought I’d go with a slightly different Mother’s Day greeting: a scene from the 1994 film The Crow in which Eric Draven — the hero known as The Crow — cures a woman of her drug addiction and reminds her that she needs to be a mother to her daughter. It’s a little darker than your typical Mother’s Day greeting, but I think my points across.

To all you moms out there, and especially mine: Happy Mother’s Day!

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Don’t Let Meth or George Lucas Take Over Your Life

This graphic made me chuckle:

r2d2 on meth

It also gave me an excuse to throw together the graphic below. I think that a completely-in-charge-of-everything George Lucas (as opposed to an only-in-charge-of-some-stuff George Lucas) is the equivalent of meth for the Star Wars films:

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If you want to see some actual ads meant to scare you away from even considering trying crystal meth, check out my post from 2008 on Montana’s anti-meth billboards.

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The Future, According to “Fallout” and “Adventure Time” Fans

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Women are Attracted to Musicians, French Study Reports

I’d like to contribute this data point to the study.
It’s still the best accordion picture ever.

The abstract for a study conducted by three French researchers and published in the journal Psychology of Music has a rather dry way of putting it:

Men’s music ability and attractiveness to women in a real-life courtship context

This experiment tested the assumption that music plays a role in sexual selection. Three hundred young women were solicited in the street for their phone number by a young male confederate who held either a guitar case or a sports bag in his hands or had no bag at all. Results showed that holding a guitar case was associated with greater compliance to the request, thus suggesting that musical practice is associated with sexual selection.

Simply put: Ladies love musicians! I could’ve told you that, and the Globe and Mail explains the study in more detail.