Showing posts with label Obama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obama. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A Speck in His Eye or a Plank In Mine?

Hopes have been ridiculously high for the Obama administration during his first year and a half.  I have been the first to criticize him from the comfortable position of Paris, which I realize is unfair. I will refrain from discussion about extra troops in Afghanistan, a watered down health care bill or the slowness of financial regulation, mainly because I still think “yes we can”, even if history would show that “maybe if we are lucky we can”. The one decision that I haven’t been able to come to terms with is one that most people think was either an inspired choice, or at least a benign one. That is the appointment of Francis Collins to be the Director of the NIH (National Institute of Health). For anyone who doesn’t know about Dr. Collins, he is indeed an important figure in science. He was in charge of the Human Genome Project, which together with the private company headed by Craig Venter decoded the human genome. He has had a distinguished career, which no one would deprive him of. Equal to his science fame however is his fame as a born again Christian. He has recently been appointed by Pope Benedict XVI to the Pontifical Academy of Sciences. People’s personal faith is there business, and certainly not something I should criticize. That is unless that person writes books about it, and says why that faith influences their jobs. For Collins, he does not speak of faith as something which is only personal; he speaks of it as an evangelical, and one which is especially delusional in my view. Central to his conversation to Christianity is a vision he had of the trinity in a three spring waterfall, which is not so entirely different than seeing Jesus Christ in a grilled cheese sandwich (a not unheard of thing). Still, that is just personal, but now he is in a place of power when it comes to handing out the majority of federal biology research dollars. He has said that work on biology is simply a means by which he can understand his Christian god. To me this is a bias that science cannot have. The scientific method must lead down a path that the evidence leads you, not your faith.


This complaint is now old. The reason it comes back to me is that Collins is a participant in an event that I have been involved with, The World Science Festival (WSF). I am not an organizer for WSF, but still I care deeply about it, and support it a number of ways. Still when people look at the WSF website they will see Francis Collins on the schedule and a religious/science organization (Templeton) as a major sponsor. I have to ask myself if my involvement in this group makes my criticism of Obama hypocritical.  In the end I hope, and think that it is different. I think that on average the WSF participants are non-religious, so Collins involvement is more of a balance than a standard. I write this only because our choices are not without consequence. I would not want to be involved with a science festival which promotes public understanding of science, only for the public to be exposed to superstition such as waterfall trinities.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

People Who Will Talk To Me (Part 1)

This is probably some very obvious advice that I am about to give, but I will give it anyway. When you are in an airport, or train station, no matter what country you are in, look around the waiting room for the person that you imagine to be least like yourself, and strike up a conversation. This is the surest way to remind yourself that the DNA, and neuro structure of everyone is nearly the same.

David Foster Wallace was not only the best writer of my generation, but also the most observant of the deeper experience of being my generation. One of the things he states in several essays is that a writer is sometimes the creepy figure on the subway who is watching you. He felt that writers were inherently voyeuristic, which may be right. He further expanded the voyeurism, by doing what he related to a mathematical function of integrating the American experience. This is a step removed from direct observation. Instead of watching real people on real subways, the first derivative of such spying is watching them on television. If watching people on television is the first derivative, then watching characters played by actors, who are commenting on real people is the second derivative. This is such a profound statement, as he realized the metavoyeurism of Americans, including himself, who spend so much time analyzing the analysis of human behavior. He elevates this to a philosophical conquest, and places our generation with the postmodernists of the 1960’s, since we are doing this complex structure for 6 hours per day on average (watching TV. This was 1993 that he wrote this).  I love this analysis, but am not a writer like Wallace, so did not want to be the first derivative of an American, but to see what an American really is. The strange discovery from all of this is that it is difficult to separate the two.

This might not be relevant here, but Wallace hanged himself 2 years ago.

I was sitting in the bar at New York LaGuardia airport, drinking a beer and looking for someone to talk to. It was not really the way I make it sound here. I wasn’t actually doing an experiment on Americans of 2010. Really I was lonely at the bar, and since I can’t seem to do anything without purpose(except drink the beer) I chose my purpose as this exploration of people that I think will be different than me. Just the quest in this instance is fun. I immediately thought about this from an outsider’s perspective, and realized that if someone were to do this same experiment in the bar, I would likely be the chosen subject, as I am wearing a 1940’s style fedora, a striped shirt with a plaid blazer, Woody Allen style glasses and white and gold sneakers. Taking notice of this I sat next to a 20ish year old man who was strong, tattooed with a flag tee tee-shirt, US Navy cap and military style shaved hair. Rather than tell you the conversation in prose form, here is a rough version of the conversation as a dialog:

Me: Hi. Are you taking that plane to Akron? If so we better finish these tall Coors Lights fast, because it will board soon. The plane leaves at 7:59.

Kevin: No I am going to Virginia. I will have one more beer before I go. (He downs the beer and orders another. I do the same.)

Me: Oh Virginia. I used to go to Virginia Beach when I was a kid. What time does your flight leave?

Kevin: 7:30. I drove through Ohio once. Virginia is such a bitch of a state. Too long.

Me: 7:30 is soon. Are you sure you have time for another beer?

Kevin: I haven’t had a beer in 6 months.

Me: Jesus Christ! That is a long time! Why not?

Kevin: I am in the Navy.

Me: Don’t they drink beer in the Navy?

Kevin: It isn’t allowed. On English ships they have a bar you know, but we can’t handle it.

Me: What do you think about Obama’s statement about Enriched Uranium getting in the hands of Al-Qaida being the most serious threat to world security?

Kevin: I don’t watch the news.
(There are 15 televisions directly in front of us. Of them, at least 6 are showing Obama making this very statement)

Me: What do you do on the ship while not drinking beer?

Kevin: We never drink beer. The English can have two each day.

Me: Right. What is your job?

Kevin: I run the machine shop.

Me: Really? That is interesting. Do you do make parts to repair the ship and the planes?

Kevin: Yes we have all a lot of good machines.

Me: CNC machines?

Kevin: Yes. And a stock of sheet metal, mostly Aluminum.

Me: Do the planes use any composite materials? I am a material scientist, and interested in these materials.
(He turns to me, clearly interested)

Kevin: Yeah. They are cool. They have five layers of carbon mesh, stacked on top of each other like this. (Shows me his fingers from both hands crossing each other) If part of one layer is damaged, it does not hurt the plane, because the next level will absorb the shock. They are also light, and faster than the metal planes.

Oh shit. My plane is boarding. (he drinks the lion’s share of the 22 oz beer in one gulp) I am Kevin. (he shakes my hand)

Me: Matthew. I am so interested in the composite airplanes. You know so much more about them than I do, and seem so much more into the technology than my colleagues’.  It's a shame that you have to go.

Kevin: Here is my e-mail address. (writes it on a napkin) Next time you come to Virginia Beach let me know. I can show you the planes.

Me: Thanks a lot. That is so nice of you.
(He leaves)