2487: The Utter Insignificance of You and Everything You’ve Ever Known

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I had the great pleasure of seeing Professor Brian Cox speak at the Southampton Guildhall this evening. This isn’t the sort of thing I’d generally go along to, but a friend had an extra ticket and said he would rather it went to someone in his immediate circle of friends rather than his backup list, so along I went.

I won’t pretend to have followed much (or possibly any) of the lecture as a whole, but it was an interesting and inspiring experience to be in the presence of someone so obviously knowledgeable and passionate about their work. Cox’s lecture was punctuated by occasional interruptions from his podcast partner Robin Ince, perfectly timed so that just when the sciencey bits were getting a bit heavy, he was there to inject some much-needed levity into proceedings with impressions of his colleague and Brian Blessed, among others.

Cox’s lecture was on cosmology and the study of the universe, with particular emphasis on theories surrounding the Big Bang, the theoretical period of “inflation” which took place before the Big Bang that we’ve historically regarded as the beginning of everything — “the day with no yesterday” — and how modern theories suggest that what we understand as “our universe” might actually just be one of a potentially infinite number of “bubbles” out there in the wider context of perpetually inflating space.

I won’t bore you with the science or the mathematics — largely because I didn’t understand a lot of it and can’t accurately remember the rest of it — but I will share with you one thing that I found particularly impactful in his whole lecture.

My friend Emily told me as we were going in to the lecture that she was almost hoping for a reminder of how utterly insignificant we and everyone around us actually are in the grand scheme of things; how unimportant our little blue dot is to the universe as a whole, and how little things like, say, Donald Trump being elected president of the United States really matter when you actually think about it in the context of the whole universe.

Cox delivered on this front, acknowledging that while we are a seeming anomaly — the Fermi paradox suggesting that if there were other advanced civilisations out there, we should almost certainly have seen some sort of evidence of them by now — we are ultimately insignificant to the universe as a whole. Just one pale blue dot, as Sagan put it, a “very small stage in a vast cosmic arena”.

And yet both Sagan’s quote and Cox’s lecture continued beyond this point: apparent insignificance can also be interpreted as uniqueness that should be cherished and treasured. We may be just one pale blue dot, but it’s our blue dot, a home we’ve made our own, for better or worse. And each of us may just be one individual taking up a tiny fraction of a tiny pale blue dot, but there is no-one in the world exactly like us, there never has been and there never will be. All of us, every single one of us, is precious and important in our own way, because there’ll never be anyone quite like us ever again.

“Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot,” said Sagan in his famous 1994 speech. “Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light… to my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

2325: Science Club

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I’ve never thought of myself as particularly “scientifically minded” — I always felt like I hated maths at school, although thinking about it I did end up doing reasonably well at it at GCSE level, and I did actually genuinely enjoy science lessons — but in the last few years in particular I’ve found myself very interested in TV shows that deal with scientific principles, preferably in an entertaining sort of way.

There are a few shows I have in mind for this sort of thing which if you, like me, are interested in generic sciencey things but perhaps don’t have the opportunity to study them as a career (or as a hobby), you might want to check out.

First up is Brainiac, which I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about on these pages before. Brainiac is a show that aired on satellite channel Sky One between 2003 and 2008. Featuring Richard Hammond (best known for Top Gear and Total Wipeout) in the presenter’s chair, sternly reminding viewers Not To Try This At Home, the show was designed to be “science entertainment” in that it set up all manner of experiments with genuine scientific principles in mind, but executed them with a fair degree of tongue in cheek. This made it both genuinely interesting and informative to watch as well as being something you could just chill out in front of and have a good laugh with. Despite having watched most of the episodes several times, I happily return to it every so often; it’s a pity it’s not on a service like Netflix for some better quality videos — I have to rely on dodgy downloads or YouTube at present.

Next up is Mythbusters, an American show which takes nuggets of popular wisdom and puts them to the test in various ways. The show’s hosts have a background in special effects, so they often make use of this knowledge to perform their experiments in unnecessarily spectacular ways. It takes a little while to get into the show’s groove if you’re not accustomed to the hosts’ rather dry, deadpan sense of humour, but it’s very entertaining and, again, informative if you pay attention to the science bits.

Finally is my most recent discovery, Dara O’Briain’s Science Club. O’Briain is primarily known as a comedian and host of topical panel show Mock the Week, but over the last few years he’s been spreading his wings a bit and taking on subjects such as mathematics and now science. He’s clearly a clever man, and he has some even cleverer friends who come out to play for Science Club. Each show focuses on a specific topic and explores it in detail, and the topics under the microscope (sorry) range from the human brain to the possibility of space travel and Mars colonisation. The show incorporates experiments, “live” studies involving the studio audience, documentary-style footage and layman’s explanations of complicated scientific concepts. It’s an extremely compelling show, and it’s probably a mistake for Andie and I to watch it when we’re trying to get to sleep, because it’s the kind of show you want to pay attention to!

And on that note, I’m off to bed to learn some science and perhaps, maybe, get some sleep.

1636: SCIENCE!

I have an odd and longstanding love of when SCIENCE! happens. Note that I’m not talking about regular old science here, I’m talking about all-caps, exclamation mark SCIENCE!

The distinction? Science is often fascinating and useful, but a little bit tedious; SCIENCE! is when something unexpected or fun happens while you’re doing something else, and it promptly makes you want to keep doing it, possibly while giggling or shouting “SCIENCE!” at anyone who will listen or, indeed, if you’re alone, an empty house.

My most recent encounter with SCIENCE! came after painting the walls in the spare room. I was rinsing off the roller in the shower, as you do, and I noticed that the pressure of the water from the shower head was sufficient to make the roller spin. The longer I held the stream of water in place, the faster the roller would spin, causing the handle to wobble and the roller to spray small, bouncing water droplets around itself.

I was transfixed for a good few minutes by this, even going so far as to adjust the shower head to get a different stream of water and see what effect that would have on the spinning roller. It was fun. And I’m not ashamed to admit it.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had improvised fun with SCIENCE!, however. I recall when I was a kid, I had a “science experiment kit” that I’d been bought for some birthday or Christmas or whatever. There were lots of bits and pieces in this kit, but I recall being most fascinated by the pair of syringes (minus needles, obviously) and a length of plastic tubing that could be used to connect them.

I discovered that it was possible to fill one syringe with water, press the plunger and cause the plunger on the other syringe to move without touching it. If done with sufficient force — or if there was enough water in the syringe — it could even cause the other plunger to pop out with a satisfying noise.

These are both rudimentary, stupid bits of SCIENCE!, I know, but they’re the sort of thing I’ve found oddly satisfying and fascinating since an early age. These little things remind you the world isn’t as simple as it appears, and everything you do can have an effect on something else.

I’m not sure what point, if any, I have here, but this was the first thing that popped in to my head when I sat down to write today, so here it is. Now I’m off to bed. Good night!

#oneaday Day 538: New Scientific Discovery

Just a few days after I bemoaned the fact television is generally awful, today I discovered Brainiac. I had heard the name before, but I had never watched it before. Now I’m hooked, already.

For the uninitiated, Brainiac is essentially a kids’ science show for adults. This means that it undertakes thoroughly silly experiments, such as attempting to see which pieces of hospital equipment make the most practical vehicles when propelled by carbon dioxide fire extinguishers, and infuses them with a layer of good old-fashioned British innuendo, such as a leather-clad scientist lady asking “how hard is your thing?” before inviting a selection of nerdy-looking men to display their hard objects to her, which she then drops a ton of bricks on, angle grinds and sets fire to.

Hosted initially by Richard Hammond of Top Gear fame and later Vic Reeves of, err, Vic Reeves fame, it’s a thoroughly silly show that doesn’t try to be anything more than it is — a bunch of grown men and women performing throughly silly yet visually entertaining exercises under the tenuous pretence that they’re “doing Science”. GLaDOS would be proud.

I suppose thinking about it, it’s perhaps, ironically, not the most cerebral show in the world — the last one I watched featured an experiment to determine which foodstuffs produce the smelliest farts, judged by a member of the crew who’d been on holiday recently rating them out of ten and memorably describing the smell of a fart from a man who’d been eating nothing but Brussels sprouts as “like a hermit’s earmuff”. But then there are genuinely interesting scientific titbits, too, such as the revelation that custard is a non-Newtonian liquid, which means when impacted it has the properties of a solid and otherwise has the properties of a liquid. This means, as the team (including Jon Tickle of Big Brother fame) demonstrates, that it’s possible to walk across a swimming pool filled with custard, so long as you keep moving. If you stop, you’ll sink into it like quicksand.

I haven’t sat down and genuinely watched kids’ TV for quite some time — I’ve had no real reason to, as I’ve not had a hangover for quite a while — so I’m not sure if kids have an equivalent “YAY SCIENCE!” programme available for them to watch. I remember there being quite a few programmes involving “YAY SCIENCE!” and “YAY MATHS!” when I was little — mostly involving Johnny Ball, as I recall — but I have to admit I’d be surprised if the same sort of thing still existed today.

Still, there’s nothing stopping the kids from watching Brainiac, of course — it appears to air on Sunday mornings, so what’s to stop them wondering why the men with the objects look so uncomfortable when the nice lady in the tight suit asks them how hard is their thing?

Here’s a clip for you to enjoy if you’ve never had the pleasure.

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#oneaday Day 82: Mind. Blown.

It’s a really good thing that humans have the capacity to take things for granted. It’s not always the best thing to do, but occasionally, it’s quite fun to just step back (not literally, otherwise you’ll bump into that guy behind you and he’ll drop his fine china tea-set, making a horrible stain on the carpet and making him wonder whether or not he should ask you to pay for it because he’s actually quite anxious about talking to other people and doesn’t want to become acquainted with someone by yelling at them, but at the same time that tea-set was very expensive and belonged to his grandmother so he feels like he should at least say something so basically, don’t bump into him) and think about how awesome “things” are.

Take cars, for example, and by extension most means of motorised transportation. Most of us use some form of transport every single day and don’t give it a second thought. But think about it. You get into a car through a door, like a room. It has carpets and windows and furniture, like a room. But it moves. When you sit in a car, you’re in a room that moves. When you’re driving on the motorway, you’re sitting in a chair that’s going 90 70 miles per hour. That’s pretty amazing, right?

And the Internet. Particularly wireless Internet. Walk into pretty much any coffee shop and the Internet is in the air around you. You can’t see it, feel it, smell it, taste it, but turn on your iPhone (other smartphones and Wi-Fi compatible devices are available) and it’s there, allowing you to watch videos of cats at your convenience while you enjoy a half-caff skinny tall frappucino with extra coolwhip spoogebang sprinklywotsits and a slab of cake. Cat videos from thin air! Amazing.

Or the fact you’re reading this blog (which is amazing in itself) — I’m sitting here typing this in my makeshift study in Cambridgeshire while you could be sitting absolutely anywhere, even high in the sky on some airline services, reading this. Perhaps you’re in the future right now, scanning back through my past entries to get a better picture of who I am and whether I’m the sort of person who likes bludgeoning kittens to death (hint: I’m not… although that’s just the sort of thing someone who had a secret life bludgeoning kittens to death might say) — and you’re reading this. You’re in my brain, sucking up my soul. Stop it. But it’s still pretty amazing.

Of course, if you take all this to its natural conclusion, the fact that we’re here at all doing the things we do is pretty amazing, too. We are walking, talking lumps of chemical reactions that are reacting in such a way as to make us aware of our own existence and able to control our own destinies… or at least, so it seems, anyway. Chemical reactions who can write blog posts, talk to people who are 160 miles away, drink coffee and listen to music at the same time. Amazing.

I’ll stop now before my head explodes at the fact we’re on a big lump of rock hurtling through space that just happens to move in a nice elliptical orbit around a MASSIVE BURNING GLOB OF GAS and start taking everything for granted again.

#oneaday, Day 17: It’s Not Blue Monday

You can take the pulse of a day pretty quickly by looking at Twitter at any given point. Looking in the morning generally gives you an idea of how people are going to treat the rest of the day. On a Monday, there’s generally a lot of bitching about going back to work, about the weekend not being long enough, about getting up early, that sort of thing.

This morning looked like it was going to be a particular humdinger of a Monday, with everyone seemingly convinced it was the “most depressing day of the year” for some inexplicable reason. Despite the grey, miserable skies and the light “I can’t be arsed to rain properly” drizzle falling outside, it didn’t feel any more depressing than usual. (Hah! He says.) It just seemed like a fairly typical day in good old Blighty, the kind that Bill Bailey describes as being “one of the days that infuses us as a nation with a kind of wistful melancholy”. He’s entirely right. No-one likes grey, miserable days, but this day was no more grey and miserable than any other. In fact, up North, they’d probably just call it “a day”.

I heard the term “Blue Monday” bandied about a bit, so I decided to investigate this terminology in a little more detail using that reliable fountain of collected human wisdom that is Wikipedia.

Blue Monday, says Wikipedia, was a name given to a date supposedly the “most depressing in the year”. It then goes on to add that this was part of a publicity campaign from Sky Travel. Uh-huh. Starting to get the picture here.

But wait! There’s SCIENCE! Specifically, a formula. Here it is:

where weather=W, debt=d, time since Christmas=T, time since failing New Year’s resolutions=Q, low motivational levels=M and the feeling of a need to take action=Na. Neither “D” nor a unit of measurement are defined.

So already we can see that this isn’t the most scientific thing in the world. Supposedly, this nonsensical formula points to the Monday in the last full week of January. Which is not this week, but next week. So even if this theory held any water, today is not Blue Monday.

The fact that the whole thing was part of a marketing campaign is pretty telling, though. Conveniently enough, the supposed “happiest day of the year” has also been calculated as somewhere around midsummer. The source of this “research”? A press release by Wall’s ice cream. Who’d have thought that the happiest day of the year according to an ice cream manufacturer would be a good time to enjoy ice-cream?

Hmm. Apparently today may not be the most depressing day of the year but it is certainly starting to feel like the most cynical day of the year.

It’s the most wonderful time of the yeeeeeear—