Eclipse Week: Why the last eclipse mattered and this one will too.

By: | August 17, 2017

You may have heard that there’s a total solar eclipse happening on Monday. I have known about this event for at least five or six years, which is how long my dad has been planning for it. Dad already had me pretty excited for the eclipse, but after reading David Baron’s delightful book, American Eclipse, and interviewing him for our FiveThirtyEight science podcast, I’m all in. (Listen to Baron’s Story Collider or TED talk, and you’ll have eclipse fever too.) I’ll be meeting up with Dad and Mom and numerous friends in Casper, Wyoming to witness two minutes and 26 seconds of totality. In advance, I called up my dad to get some last minute thoughts.

CHRISTIE: Why is this eclipse such a big deal?

DAD: Well, number one, it goes all the way across the U.S., so a large part of the country is eligible to see it. Two, it’s a mid-day event, so people don’t have to get up early or stay up late to see it. Social media has helped it get much more publicity than it might have had in the past, and many more people are taking advantage of this to make money and all that.

It’s also an event of the universe outside of our political world. There’s nothing controversial about it; nothing not to like about it. And so many people live within a three hour drive of totality.

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Eclipse Week: Not Even Looking Up

By: | August 16, 2017

So, LWON is eclipsing, on into next week.  And if the internet is to be believed, half the country will be pulled north and the other half south and they’ll converge in the middle, on the path of totality.  It’s charming, how a population that normally lives at arm’s length from earthly reality — milk in cartons, bears in zoos — is moved to get up close to this few minutes of celestial reality.  I’m moved too, but I’m not in the path and I’m not going anywhere.  And I’m not even going to look up, I’m going to look down.  Because last time I saw a partial eclipse, I had an epiphany. Continue reading →

Eclipse Week: Seen Through Every Lens

By: | August 15, 2017

There’s been a lot in the media about eclipses this year. In fact, it’s fair to say that America has gotten a little eclipse crazy over the last couple months. (For those of you who just got back from a year stranded on a deserted island, we are expecting a total solar eclipse to cross the country next week. Oh, and Donald Trump is president now. Seriously.)

In fact, some are saying this might be the single largest human migration to see a natural event. You might be wondering, why are people going so nuts over a slightly darker minute and a half? The answer to this is simple: Because we always have.

Eclipses have always been a big deal for humans. Like, a really big deal. Sometimes they were a sign of end times, other times they were a blessing. And others, my personal favorites, were something in between.

Take the vikings. The ancient Norse people believed that eclipses were caused by a pair of mischievous wolves with a penchant for chasing celestial objects. When they caught them – and I assume swallowed them – the sun would disappear for a moment until all the vikings got together and screamed loud enough to chase the wolves away.

You have to love that about the vikings. The believed that a wolf big enough to swallow the sun was still scared shitless of a pack of angry vikings. And can you blame it? Vikings were scary. Interestingly, another Norse tradition holds that demons are fond of attacking a bride on her wedding day but are deathly afraid of spoons. For this reason, among others, I married a woman with tiny spoons on her head.  Continue reading →

Eclipse Week: Welcome!

By: | August 15, 2017

Hello readers of LWON. Your dutiful scribes would like to welcome you to LWON’s Eclipse Week. I know, you probably think you’ve heard as much as you want to about the eclipse. You have your eye gear, the family suburban is all gassed up and ready to go and there’s a better-than-average chance that you have not yet made hotel reservations and are just going to sleep in the parking lot of a Gas-N-Sip with your family in order see this historic(ish) event.

It’s a little known fact that the contributors of LWON are pretty big science nerds. And for the next five days, those of us who will be sleeping in that parking lot right next to you wanted to take a beat and share our enthusiasm for a silly little thing like the moon passing in the way of the sun. So sit back, put on a pair of impermeable shades and enjoy!

And I know, most weeks start on a Monday. Take it up with whatever steering committee scheduled this year’s eclipse.

Mourning the Dove

By: | August 14, 2017

There’s great dignity in the mourning dove. Rarely does one demand attention. A pair’s gentle cooing is a pleasure, the whisper of parents trying not to wake the baby. The whir of their wings in flight (called sonation) recalls a wind-up toy. A couple of them, in velvety gray-brown with daubs of black low on the wings, has kept me company this summer—maybe the same pair that nested here last year. It’s been a warm season, which could support up to six two-chick clutches if a pair goes whole hog on reproduction. (The species is that prolific because mortality is high. I’ll come back to that point shortly.)

They’ve been so easy to get along with, these two, like neighbors you’d invite to come sip iced drinks through the hot afternoon. Though I startle them regularly—each time I open my back door into their territory—they hold no grudges. They may hop up a few branches or fly to the roof or a more distant tree, wings whistling, but in three shakes or so they’re back home. Continue reading →

The Last Word

By: | August 12, 2017

August 7-11, 2017

Ann has a hilarious exchange with Adam Rogers about ways in which we might strengthen the rigour of the social sciences, whose questionnaire-based conclusions Ann could shoot down “with a bow and arrow riding a fast horse in a high wind.”

Those IPCC reports that represent the scientific consensus on climate change come from the observations of real people, some of them living in tents on the Greenland Ice Sheet over the Arctic winter. Craig joins them.

Rose has an RFID chip implanted in her hand, just for fun, so when it comes to debates on corporate tagging of employees, she has some interesting thoughts to contribute.

Cameron’s young sunflowers track the sun “like a sentence they can’t stop reading.” In so doing, they add cells more quickly than sunflowers prevented from turning.

The Gimli Glider is a Boeing 767 that made a miraculous landing after running out of fuel at 40,000 feet. My brother and I visit the village where it happened.

Image: RFID before the implantation, by Amal Graafstra

The Gimli Glider

By: | August 11, 2017
Water bomber at the Gimli airfield

The iPad on my brother’s lap shows our plane as an icon moving across the landscape. Through our headsets, my brother explains that the circle surrounding the plane on the map represents our gliding range. Anything outside that circle would be too far for the single-engine Mooney to reach if all went suddenly silent. So a pilot always has to have a potential landing spot picked out in the fields and forests below, and then replace that spot with another as soon as it passes out of gliding range.

We are on our way from Ottawa, Ontario to Regina, Saskatchewan, but our journey will be punctuated with an overnight stay in the village of Gimli, Manitoba. The name was chosen by the Icelandic immigrants who populate the community, borrowing the term from the Norse mythological golden-roofed building where the survivors of Ragnarok will live. Home to only a couple of thousand souls, Gimli is known for two things: its annual Icelandic festival, which we will miss by just a couple of days, and the Gimli Glider.

On July 23, 1983, the Gimli airfield had long been converted from a Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) station into a motorsport complex, complete with race course, go-kart track and drag strip. A car race was taking place that day on part of the decommissioned runway, and people from Winnipeg had driven to Gimli, parking their campers by the side of the tarmac.

Two boys pedaled their bicycles at the end of the landing strip. Then silently, and with no warning, a Boeing 767 hurtled down to land. The pilot was so close he could see the boys’ terrified expressions. There were 69 people aboard. Continue reading →

Girasol

By: | August 10, 2017

There’s an unclaimed patch of ground right next to our driveway, the planting strip between the sidewalk and the street. Over the years it’s been filled with many things. Weeds, mostly. Orange poppies. Maroon-colored amaranth that toss confetti seeds across the sidewalk. Weeds, again.

This year, my husband and our youngest son planted sunflowers in the dirt. It was April, and almost every morning, my son would go out to see if the sunflowers were there yet. And they were, slowly. First shoots and then toddler-knee high. Then grown-up knee high. Now, in August, I can barely reach the tallest of them. Almost all the stalks have flowers, and the bright yellow faces do something cheerful. People stop to look at them, they make our sometimes tattered house look charmingly tattered, as if it’s perhaps a tattered house in Provence.

As they grew over the course of the summer, the sunflowers had work to do: they followed the sun. Continue reading →