Quite a wild week. First, I am done with my PhD. The defense went well. Different than I expected and quite tough, but the examiners were happy. The worst was my boss telling me that "we would have given you a summa cum laude, but you didn't publish yet". And the reason I didn't publish yet, is him. Then he wanted to give a short speech and decided to tell the anecdote that my previous PIs gave him contradictory recommendations about me. My Masters' supervisor was very positive while the guy that supervised my first PhD attempt (where I left after 3 months) told him that he should "not touch me". But you know, he gave me a "chance" and he is happy about it... And then went on to talk about our "conflicts" (which were quite few in 6 years in the lab). I was like.... I worked here for 6 years, and that is what you come up with? fuck you. Anyway. there was cake, and arabic food, and non-alcoholic drinks (so my father doesn't freak out) and all was well :) Here is me, mid-incantation. I have a tie-dyed labcoat I wear to festivals (so people know where to get their drug infos and testing). My lab made me a new one to add to the collection :) One of the few good family pictures! And one of the few times people will ever see me in more fancy clothes Second, I might have a spot for a PostDoc! Through some contacts in an NGO that supports psychedelic research in Europe I got connected to a lab in Frankfurt, ran by two female PIs. One working on mice and the other on monkeys. They are doing cross-species translational studies in behavioral neuroscience. Additionally, they are interested in researching psychedelics :) Had two interviews with them and they liked me (and I like them!). They are a younger generation of idealists and it sounds quite nice. The only issue, I need to get my own money. Which means, writing grants... But I am excited to get a chance to work on a topic I am interested in with people that seem to be interested in supporting me for a change. After the defense (which my family attended) we head to the alps (with a short visit in Ulm, the city I lived at before moving to Heidelberg). A day later, my aunt and grandma from Germany joined us. They just landed back from Mexico a day before and booked a room in the same hotel as us. My grandma was quite tired when she arrived, we all thought it was jetlag. The area we were at has strict COVID guidelines for unvaccinated people. So my grandma (85 years old) and my aunt had to do an antigen test every morning. Two days later my grandma tested positive. The test was repeated and again positive. The hotel urged us to pack our stuff and head back to Germany (in retrospect, they were just scared shitless and me and my parents shouldn't have left, but that's another story). My grandma and aunt head back to my aunts' place and me and my family were on our way back to Heidelberg. Yesterday I started to have a cough. Today I had a fever and a headache. The antigen test turned out positive today in the morning, currently awaiting the results of the PCR test. Grandma is doing okay. Mild symptoms. I will also be fine. I am just super pissed because my goddamn aunt scared my grandma so much that she didn't get vaccinated, even though she had appointments back in February. And now, through her anti-vaxx shit and lack of responsibility (who the fuck flies to Mexico right now??) she managed to get my grandma and me infected and multiple people across Germany into a 2-week quarantine. In addition, ended a two-week holiday for a whole family which was quite expensive for us (we are not a wealthy family) and adding much more extra costs for everyone involved. I always asked myself "who the hell are these people bringing all these variants into the countries?". Well, "my aunt" is now a definitive answer. So, yeah, I will be spending my holidays at home, instead of the Austria alps or berlin. Exactly what I needed after a 6-month thesis crunch. I hope my infection doesn't go that bad. Luckily I already had one shot which is supposed to reduce the severity of infection and transmission. So, if you have any recommendations for TV shows, games, movies, books (audio), let me know! View from our room in austria, it was lovely! There was still some ice on the tops. This one looked interesting...
Two satellites I've worked on for the past year are launching Friday soon. Early Saturday some morning in the coming week I will be in the hotseat, flying one of those satellites as a satellite operator, using satellite control software our team and I built. Very, very excited! PS: mk there's still the #bugski of editing a post with a Twitter embed; the rest of the post text is not present in the edit box when it first loads.
Astronomy is a hobby for old people, mostly men. It also is a hobby for people with time and disposable income, but that is a separate rant. The median age of an amateur astronomer given by people in marketing is 54. Visual astronomers, like me, are a decade older. And we are dying off. The number of people buying high quality large visual telescopes is numbered in the hundreds per year. AstroPhysics, one such vendor sells under 200 telescopes a year most going to research universities. Stellarvue, another company of high quality gear, sold about 300 telescopes last year. The number of companies building these devices are in the single digits. Two companies building large Dobsonians style telescopes for visual observing see the writing on the wall, took their final orders and are closing forever. The three best mirror makers are no longer taking orders for visual mirrors, focusing instead on equipment for astrophotography and university research institutions as they upgrade decades-old telescopes. Looking at what Celestron offers and has in stock now, you have gear aimed at the instragram astrophoto community (median age 40) and shit-tier beginner garbage. The pandemic ripped a massive hole in the astronomy community. So many older people either died or won't go to club events or star parties due to the Pandemic risks. We are a tightly knit community of weird people with a weird hobby and any loss of one of us is a massive loss of talent, skill, and knowledge. There is about to be a flood of good, higher end, visual astronomy gear on the market, but no buyers. Visual astronomy is hard, and very few people any more want a hard hobby. In the next few years there is going to be some high end gear that ends up donated to the dying astronomy clubs where it will collect dust until it is thrown out because it is taking up space. I saved one such device, rescued from an estate sale from a man I never met but talked to for years online. The 'scope is in my car outside this library I am using for wifi. I have a pad for it, and once lumber is not worth more by weight than platinum I intend to build a home for the telescope. I need to buy a few car batteries on the way home now that I think about it so I can power my new gear. I know the argument incoming. But space is popular. No, it is not. Useless celebrity cunts like Neil Tyson are popular. I've met him before he was THE Neil DeGrasse Tyson back at TAM6... geezus that was only 8 years ago? The last star party I helped run and organize ran afoul of the local college social media religious fanatics because we did not have "women friendly" facilities. At a primitive campground in a national park with no electric, running water or cell service. A place chosen for its off-grid location and lack of lights, electricity, and its isolation from even aircraft overflights. This was a shock to the dozen or so women astronomers that had been attending the event for a decade, the wives that tagged along for the peace and quiet and the two wives of the organizers running the organization since the 80's. We lost the financial and in-kind support from the local college because the lack of conveniences was "exclusionary." When the college pulled out, we lost the park service assistance with permits and the other hundred little things you need assistance with to make an event like this work. The state agency that had been helping us with portable toilets, traffic control, signage etc stopped returning our calls. From what we were able to gather, there was some popularity on social media for astrophotos in 2018-2019 and the group that wanted to participate were pissed they could not upload images to their websites or charge their phones and equipment. They complained to university officials and the state park service about us. There was a demand that we lug in a generator and build showers. The star party no longer exists; the two older couples all but said "fuck this shit" and noped out. They blame the pandemic, but the real reason is that none of the older volunteers feel like dealing with this crap, a lot of work for ungrateful people, no money and all the joy having been sucked out. I got forced back online to buy gear. Since I am online, I reached out to some people I know in multiple clubs across the country. People bought telescopes during the pandemic, saw the hobby is hard, and dumped that gear on whatever organization showed up when someone googled "local astronomy group." The clubs that saw massive growth in numbers of members are now struggling with the loss of the clubs culture as people that have been around for years are pushed out by the flood of new people. I hope they ride the wave, get tons of new blood, volunteers and cash, but I've seen this before and these types of clubs will rarely last once the old timer volunteers are gone. The death knell of any niche hobby is popularity. If you are into a small hobby with a close community, pray to your deity of choice you never get noticed or popular. Its a shame because with the internet, the 10 people in Idaho into blacksmithing can get together virtually and learn from each other. They can share tips about gear, technique and design, and get better with effort and passion for something they enjoy. Then some big social media celebrity gets a following of people, notices you guys doing your own thing and seemingly enjoying yourselves and now your hobby is shit and you cannot buy equipment, your forums are flooded with new people without a clue drowning out the people with knowledge and those 10 original people all slip away offline and won't talk about their achievents and passions due to the connection with the influx of toxic shit and idiots. This story may be anecdotal fiction, or it may be a second hand account from the guy that moved my trailer to the property and helped me tie it down. Go find a knitting group that has been around 10 or more years if you think this is only a dude-bro issue. Because damn, those poor people got fucked over, hard, by the newcomers with their "bitch and stitch" stores and runs on yarn, thread, canvas and equipment. Back before I moved, a lady into video games and knitting told us all how she was kicked out of her knitting group because her being a 60 year old woman with grandkids and a husband of 40ish years made some of the new people uncomfortable. (The new people kicked her and her two "grandma" friends out of the facebook group and changed the venue on her) I watched cooking groups implode in real time due to the popularity of the terrible cooking channels and youtube famous "chefs." Giant 1000 people LAN parties died the same way, popularity of video games killed them and nobody will volunteer to run them any more. The new people that think they can get famous gaming do nothing but whine and stir shit swamping out the old timers; the culture that made these events fun died. This rant is not just about a hobby I love dying (in this case literally). Its an old man rant on the state of the world and how social media is evil. Fame is a moral evil and social media feeds off its pursuit. Fame is the death of honor and dignity. Nobody chasing fame is a decent human being in my opinion. The character needed to dig in and get good at something, that mentality of put in the work with a plan to get good at something, that drive, that passion, that "This is fun and I don't give a shit who else cares" attitude is fading. Post a stupid video that hits the right algorithm on social media and the next thing you know you are being flown to be on a talk show and now can sponsor some crap product and cash out for simply existing. I've heard kids say they want to be youtubers, not realizing that those famous people work 100 hour weeks and the only reason they got famous is pure stupid chance. Tell them the work that goes into making a video worth watching, and you can see their face try to process a foreign concept for the first time. Social media is a moral evil that gives the unaware the idea that fame is good and easy. The few good parts of fame are shared and normalized; the bad, the struggles, the work is shoved into a memory hole because it only got three upvotes or likes. Everything worth doing has been converted into an instant gratification treadmill and that is why social media is terrible. I am not sure anymore if the concept of "happy" exists. I think this idea is something we have a faith-like dedication to, to our detriment as a society. There is an emotion attached to accomplishment, not quite self-esteem, but something along those lines. You want to find a "happy" kid in a school? Find the kid that busted his ass to get a good grade on a test and ask him how he did it. Watch their face light us as they talk about the work they did. Is that happiness? Or is it something else? Find the kid that just completed his first skateboard trick. Find the kid that just built her first 3-D printed model from scratch. Find the guys in whatever shop class still exists and ask them about the stuff they are building. Find the kid that just nailed a guitar riff after 20 hours of trying. Find someone that just baked their first sourdough that does not suck from scratch. Those people will light up like a commercial parking lot if you get them talking about what it took to be successful. Is that "happy?" Or is it something else? Excluding the people with medical issues that need help, I think one of the reasons so many people are down, depressed and unfulfilled is because people are not DOING anything any more. Watching a movie is not DOING something. Consuming products is not DOING something. Merely existing is not DOING. Hobbies are dying, and go ahead and argue if you want but I've seen the sales numbers. This could just be the ramblings of an old bitter jerk that walked away from a good job to go live in BanjoStan in a 700 square foot off grid trailer to watch the world die as he prepares to dance with the Reaper. Or it could be the observations of someone that first hand saw the decline of union labor, the stagnation of wages, the destruction of the middle class, the implosion of the nuclear family, the housing crisis and rent affordability bomb, all that big picture stuff no longer serving people that need or want to work for a living. If you are working two jobs to pay rent because multi-billion dollar hedge funds are destroying house affordability, you won't have a passion project. And guess what folks, overwork and no down time are not going to make you happy if all you are doing is treading water. One thing I picked up from the pandemic is the number of people that were forced to stay home, then started feeling better. They cooked at home, they worked out a bit, they felt less stress. Now that people are going back to work, I hope they can keep any hobby they picked up and use that to get a sense of accomplishment and feel good about themselves. and it makes me happy as hell that shitty service providers like restaurants and retail are closing because they won't pay their people and treat them with respect. Out here, the local wallmart is cutting hours because even at $18/hour nobody will work for them. Better to make $15 in construction outside and not deal with screaming idiots, mentally ill church people with entitlement complexes, and a management structure that sees you as sub human. Life is way too short to hate your situation; I'm still angry it took me this long to figure that one out.
Okay grumpy old man you earned yourself some devil's advocacy. That means the median visual astronomer was 30 years old when the HST went up, and 37 when WFPC2 went online. That sounds about right - I was lugging a Coulter 10" Dobsonian around in the back of a Buick Skylark in those years where you could still pretend the ground was relevant. That shining period between billion dollar astigmatism and the Pillars of Creation shot. 'cuz I'm sorry - all the SBIG in the world will never fucking compete with that. Not ever. I tried a little game before I started writing this: I googled "most famous Hubble photographs" and "most famous Palomar photographs" and you know what? The Palomar shots are of Palomar. Ever been to the Griffith Observatory? It's pretty funny reading their plaques trying to justify the place as if it ever did any real science. They pretty much boil down to "we stare at sunspots sometimes." 1.6 million visitors a year, beyotch. Shit, son, I paid $20 to sit in an Omnimax dome watching CG of the inside of Pillars of Creation at USC. And remember - I dragged a 10" dobsonian up to 11,000 ft on the reg. I remember star parties out in the desert. We had good sky. The Pleiades are a loose cluster from the Sangre de Cristos, they aren't seven sisters. The Milky Way is a naked eye object from under a streetlamp. Rich fuckers, too, with like 12" Meades'n'shit. And what were things pointed at? - Jupiter - Saturn - Venus (if it was crescent) - M31 - ET Cluster - Orion Nebula ...and maybe some rogue crankiwumpus like you insistent on making people look away from the center of the eyepiece so he could claim he showed them M81. Now - I didn't drag 50lbs of sonotube above the frost line to stare at planets. I did my dark sky shit, and I enjoyed it. Doodled in notebooks by red light and everything. But I did that shit alone and I didn't expect anyone to come with me. The serious hunting? That shit is solitary. And you yourself, homie, spent half your time photographing and the other half processing. I've seen your shots. The social aspect pretty much demands a trophy. Sure maybe you can get some accolades for your dedication if you describe your adventures but the picture's worth a thousand words. And with the amount of post-processing that's been de rigeur in astronomy since Clyde Fucking Tombaugh, that means an equatorial mount or a steppermotored Dobsonian hack. And that means $$$$$. Try and tell me Stellarvue was selling more than 200 scopes a year ever. I remember when the ex-Soviet Maksutov Cassagrains came out and holy shit you could do planetary astronomy for less than $4k. My family paid $400 a night to go to an astronomy B&B and they couldn't afford a 16" Dobsonian. $22k for a 10" MCT? Hot diggedy damn! You got anything aspirational for little shits like me who saved up half his summer's wages for a cardboard and particle board clunker with a telrad and a $150 Orion focuser? Oh, yeah, you do. Those cheapass Celestrons you're pissing all over. That don't require you to drag out Sky Atlas 2000.0 and a wheel just to squint and talk yourself into thinking you're looking at the Crab Nebula. I was legit pissed when my cousin bought one of those because goddamn it, hitting the keypad and having the fucker find it for you was cheating. You know what gets the young to give a shit? outreach. Plunking a $12k Celestron in the middle of a darkened baseball field so the normies can see Galilean moons. If you're going to go hide on a mountainside with $25k worth of optics then yeah - no one can join you if you've pulled the ladder up with you, homie. Know what kills hobbies? Elitism. That's why vinyl still exists, and why skaters are still listening to Dinosaur Jr. 30 years later. That Icona Pop LP you bought at Whole Foods to play on the Salvation Army Technics you paid too much for because you didn't know any better? That's a gateway. So are those shitty Instagram-class Celestrons. I'll betcha if you threw another one on the University grounds they'd shut up. Yeah you're right - nobody serious could see anything serious seriously. But nobody following Neil DeGrasse Tyson on Twitter is ready to venture an hour into the hinterlands to pretend they can see Neptune anyway. Couple times hanging out with their normie buddies? Sipping cocoa and schnapps while staring at things they could legit see through binoculars? That's another matter. The social media shit has always been terrible. If you aren't fiercely aligned with a yarn store you're a tourist anyway. My wife is a voracious knitter and I'm here to tell ya - the real shit is offline. Who knows who, who's got the hookup. It's always been elitist, and I say that as someone who knew how to get the back stock out of knitting stores in Santa Fucking Monica. Meanwhile nerdgirls are lighting up Ravelry like it ain't no thang. The kids are all right. They really are. They just don't like being talked down to, diminished, patronized and dismissed. I was just on a zoom meeting where I was the youngest person there by 30 years. I know that if I wanna get what I want out of the old schoolers, I have to bend the knee and ask the right questions? But fuck you man if you think astronomy is dying let's talk about clockmaking. Their outreach is limited to a table at the state fair. Fuckin' Seth McFarlane got Cosmos remade. NASA now live streams their shit. And yeah - if people are expecting a backwoods star party to have a step'n'repeat they're going to be disappointed. But there's something to be said for meeting people where they are, particularly if you're looking for new blood.The median age of an amateur astronomer given by people in marketing is 54. Visual astronomers, like me, are a decade older.
The last star party I helped run and organize ran afoul of the local college social media religious fanatics because we did not have "women friendly" facilities. At a primitive campground in a national park with no electric, running water or cell service.
Go find a knitting group that has been around 10 or more years if you think this is only a dude-bro issue. Because damn, those poor people got fucked over, hard, by the newcomers with their "bitch and stitch" stores and runs on yarn, thread, canvas and equipment.
I got to see Dobson and his Sidewalk Astronomers acolytes regularly in the 1980's in the Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco. They'd set up on a corner about three blocks from my house, once or twice a month, several summers in a row. It was always a lovely time. But I had little interest in what they were looking at. I liked the people. And their craft. All of them hand-built the scopes they were using, and loved to talk about the process. Craft has value. Always has, and always will.
You know what really sucks? Not being able to run because you want to vomit after half a mile. I had some weird lactose overload thing and it made my stomach overly sensitive for a few weeks. Now that I have my first shot though, I finally feel sorta okay going to a swimming pool again, so I'm thinking of starting that in a week or two. The mobility app I have helped build finally got released to the app stores! It's a soft-launch, later this year we hope to be feature complete and buy billboards 'n stuff. Most of the work is done by the rest of the team, but it's cool to be involved in a project like this. Feels like working in a startup, but without all the downsides of that.
I made a rustic bench out of some of the reclaimed wood I got: I have a mitre saw that I got two X-mas's ago which I just broke out of the box for this. It is amazing. I don't have the room for it, but it changes everything. Two angles at once! The legs have 5 and 10 degree angles to them and they fit snug. Such a pleasure. More work on my painting. I started this painting for a friend, and my wife claimed it as hers today. Now I need to finish this one, and start another for my friend. I have conflicted feelings about that. I like EBay again. I have been using EBay to buy all sorts of things, from an enamel porcelain bucket for the sauna, to picture frames and RC car parts. I have been meaning to weigh in on the UFO thing. I have some thoughts.
Australia may have won with COVID eradication and containment, but it is completely flubbing vaccination. Only about 4 per cent of the population is fully vaccinated as of today (including me, as it happens). Borders won't be reopening anytime soon, which means international travel to and and out of here is still a long way off. Makes it difficult when half your family live in the US.
Is it lack of vaccine availability? I think in the US basically everyone who plans to get it has gotten it. The rural county I grew up in only has something like a third vaccinated, sadly.
It is lack of vaccine availability, due to a combination of bad luck and federal government incompetence. We invested everything in Astra Zeneca and a locally produced mRNA vaccine. Unfortunately the locally developed vaccine, while highly effective, had the unfortunate side effect of making recipients test positive to HIV (I'm not making this up). And media coverage of clotting issues with AZ has left boomers demanding they get Pfizer instead (hitherto restricted to under-50s).
I've got my class schedule figured out. I have mostly in person stuff, but two online classes, one of which is a lab less than an hour after the in-person lecture. And apparently there are no waitlists, so I have to check periodically hoping a spot opens up which seems unlikely but whatever. Also surprisingly large classes. I mean I probably should have expected it since they're intro classes in one of the most well known public health master's programs, but I also expected smaller classes with a masters degree. They're like 150+ person lectures for the most part. I was really hoping for smaller classes because I prefer that, but we'll make it work. I have a class that is all case studies on infectious diseases that I'm most excited for. Beyond that it's programming, statistics, epidemiologic methods, and one class on global health practices. It's going to be stupid busy but it'll be good. Very excited and very anxious.
This Saturday is my next triathlon in a series of seven, and it's my first official Olympic distance. I did a couple this distance on my own last summer. The bike course is really hilly and really hard for me. I rode the course last weekend, and my watch recorded 2200' of elevation in 26 miles. In comparison the last tri I did had a 16 mile bike and 450' of gain. The fastest will be finishing in close to 2 hours, and I'm targeting a goal of 3:15. 33 minutes in the water, 1:45 on the bike, 57 minutes for the run and... ok goal of 3:20 because I'll need a couple minutes for transitions. I will probably finish in the last 10%.
How's the weather looking where you're at? Supposed to be 100 degrees here, so hopefully you're not getting a heat-wave for the tri! A series of seven is nuts.
Temperatures are looking fine! Our heat wave broke last week, and Saturday morning is looking like 70°. But it's also a 45% chance of rain all morning, so that's fun. The water temp is pretty high, too. The swim is in an old quarry, and to get the full Olympic distance it's three laps. So while the air temp is down the water temp in a small area like this hasn't really come down. I might go no wetsuit which is a little annoying. It might be windy all morning, too. Only 10 mph but I know I feel that on the bike. What's nuts about the series is there are three in three weeks in July. Only one more Olympic for me, though, and a sprint is way easier than Olympic. It's like running 10 miles versus 20 miles. I could fake my way through a 10 mile run this afternoon if I had to. A 20 mile run would mean a couple months of focused training. Then another sprint in August. Before getting to the final sprint in September, though, is the half Ironman. I thought that was a hilly bike course but despite being more than double the distance over this weekend is only about 20% more vertical gain. I'll take it. Your heat wave is hitting Idaho, too, and there's a big Ironman there this weekend. It's going to be a tough race in Coure d'Alene.
Our factory director wants to have a career development conversation with me to discuss what type of role I'd like to be in in the next 3-5 years, and how we can work to get me there. For the first time in a while, though, I don't have a great answer to what I'd like to do next. Over the past 30 months I've had 3 promotions, and "next" would either be a lateral move to another high-level technical role, or back to managing a team of supervisors or other salary employees, unless I wanted to branch off into something like program management. It's tough at this point with upward mobility, as there's only a small handful of management at the factory and they're all pretty well rooted right now, and factor in that I'm not interested in moving outside of the PNW. Not sure what to do or how to even prepare for this conversation, which is a change from the past! Any tips, Hubski?