Pluto: A World By Any Other Name

So, what I've learned about the "Pluto: Planet or Not" issue from a very interesting but somewhat painful series of exchanges with a number of planetary scientists over the past couple of days:

1) Planetary scientists (at least this particular group) have no sense of humor whatsoever.

2) The Pluto "controversy", being very, very, VERY important to them, is all about a "turf war" between different factions of the International Astronomical Union. They're miffed because of political wrangling within the IAU which allowed the Anti-Pluto gang to slip in the vote after all the planetary types had departed for the airport, thus installing a new definition for the word Planet in the "official" rules of the astronomical nomenclature. Their point being that said definition is imperfect. Must be nice to know what "perfect" is. Considering that Planet is Ancient Greek for "Wanderer", which could represent ANY celestial body which appears to move against the background of stars, it seems to me that we might want to find a new WORD rather than trying to squeeze the vast variety of types of worlds into some re-definition of "Planet".

3) The actual impact of this demotion of Clyde Tombaugh's 1930 discovery is nil. We've sent an unmanned spacecraft zipping past Pluto (NASA's New Horizons probe 2015) and continue to learn new things about this distant but dynamic world; the New Horizons mission wasn't cancelled after the IAU decision with a "feh, it's only a dwarf planet" news-release.

4) Given the number of books, articles and videos that have been produced since this 2006 vote in the IAU, I can only presume that a substantial number of researchers have now built their careers (or at least financial side-lines) on this "is/is not" argument, so we won't be seeing an end to this any time soon.

5) In full knowledge that I'm about to bring the wrath of an entire community of noisy scientists down upon my little, pointy, scientifically-illiterate head, I propose that we stop beating this dead horse and move on. After all, we call our ancestor on this planet Australopithecus ("Southern Man") because her fossil remains were first discovered in the southern regions of Africa. Now that her bones have been found throughout the continent that name is no longer "perfect", but the name continues to be used.

6) Pluto still doesn't CARE whether it's known to humans as a "planet" or "dwarf planet" or KBO or Plutoid.

Get over it, please.

Exceptionalism

I think that most of the population of my country sees the USA as the Leader of the Free World, the City on the Hill as it were. This is a common delusion among my people, spurred-on by 1950's war movies in which we saved the world from the rampaging hordes of despotism and tyranny, and the idea that individually we are intrinsically better and more important to the world than everyone else. 

A typical symptom of this brand of psychosis is the belief that at one time America was "great" (it never was) and that we need to get back to that fictional level of societal perfection and prominence in the world. 

The only known cure is travel. Seeing the rest of the world, exploring the myriad variety of cultures and perspectives, seems to be the only way to break this American mental illness. Unfortunately the average citizen gets their input instead from Hollywood and cable channels, whose products just enhance the myth of "American Exceptionalism". 

Maybe someday we WILL break free of this fantasy and join the rest of the world as equals, but that won't happen as long as we insist on being "America First".

Ozymandias

I've always been a little bemused by political goings-on. No matter who is in the White House or is (temporarily) running Capitol Hill, I've been fascinated by the way the incumbent President is always demonized by his political rivals, the way the media whips up a frenzy of rumor and innuendo. It seems to be part of the American system, going back to the days of Washington, Adams and Jefferson. 

This rumor- and fear mongering seems silly and often childish (I recall the "run" on guns and ammunition that took place as soon as the 2008 election results came in--Obama was going to confiscate all the guns and ammo after all, right?), and I've always held myself somewhat aloof from all the hysteria. I mean, it's just politics, isn't it? 

For the first time in my life, it isn't. With the election of a man whom I can only perceive as an irresponsible, spoiled child to the highest office in the land, and with the incredible damage he and his cronies have done to our Nation in the year since his inauguration, I finally know the trepidation and dread that I've laughed at all my life. 

I'm afraid of what the news will tell me tomorrow morning; what new reversals of policy, roll-backs of carefully-considered legislation, what preserved lands have been opened to exploitation, what protections for the health and well-being of my fellow Americans have been stripped away.  I'm afraid of what the second year, the third and fourth, will bring.

Because this time it's not some trumped-up hate-speech or rumor floated by political opponents, not a FOX or CNN or MSNBC ratings-grab. This is real. 

And for the first time in my life, I am truly afraid of my government and my leaders, and deathly afraid for the future of my beautiful country and the promise of freedom and equality  that it once offered.

The barbarians are within the gates--they've been here all along--and the empire hangs in the balance.

Sixteen (Standard) Candles

Last night I joined three fellow astronomers at Grundland Astronomy Park (The "GAP") to celebrate the 16th anniversary of our local amateur group, the VPAS. Present were "Bird", Bill, Paul and myself. Chilly but quite clear out, we enjoyed the view of rising Winter constellations, the waxing crescent Moon, and a few meteors while drinking hot cocoa and reminiscing over the many observing sessions and meetings we've enjoyed over the years, and exchanging  favorite stories about nights spent battling biting cold, heat, dew and wetlands mosquitoes.

The GAP is located near the Chesapeake Bay shore of Hampton, and has surprisingly dark skies (at least overhead and to the north and east) for lying so close to the Peninsula's major population centers. The small observatory dome is built atop a 1960s-era Nike Hercules missile site, and we set up our telescopes on the road that parallels the grown-over concrete doors that once concealed those Cold War projectiles. The property is owned by Hampton Parks and Recreation Dept, who kindly allow us nearly unlimited access for our frequent observing sessions.

About VPAS: despite its rather clumsy acronym the Virginia Peninsula Astronomy/Stargazers is an elegant organization. No dues, no officers, no parliamentary procedures; we're just a group of amateur astronomers (437 at last count) who enjoy getting together to enjoy the skies and share its fascination with the public. We like to keep things simple--most of our communication is done through our Yahoo Group (below), and we have contact with several state and local park authorities. Our informality is, I think, our strong suit; we attract dedicated observers and beginner stargazers alike with an open, friendly and uncomplicated approach.

And we keep busy. A typical month will include a meeting at a local school or planetarium, two or three observing sessions at the GAP or at York River State Park near Williamsburg, helping-out with the monthly Virginia Living Museum (VLM) star party and working with local Scout troops on merit-badge requirements.


Back to last night: as Orion approached the meridian and Leo clawed free of the eastern horizon our little gathering began to break up. Tales of star parties and moved-on observing companions came to an end as we began to gather equipment and folding chairs; telescopes were stowed and the area policed of litter.
The GAP gate locked behind us, we said our goodbyes and started for our respective homes.

I've been a member of VPAS since late 2002. Over the many years of my association with astronomy I've been a member of several clubs and societies but I find this informal outfit to be a pretty perfect fit. I look forward to many more sessions on the old missile site, many more nights spent under these very friendly and
social skies.




The VPAS Yahoo Group:   https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/vpas/info