Category: Science

  • Humans on board

    A week ago, Artemis II launched to the Moon, weighing 2,600 metric tons. But just a hundredth of a percent of that payload determined everything about the trip: the humans on board.

    You will have seen the headlines about the record-breaking distances travelled and the “sci-fi”-like images snapped. But my favourite bits are the parts—often under the radar—that are genuinely human.

    One moment I loved was when they were about to start the lunar observation period. The crew has spent three years training to observe the Moon during the seven hours of the fly-by, learning geology, travelling to Iceland, studying charts, and practising on the bespoke software that would cue their observations with military precision. Less than an hour before starting their meticulously-timed programme, astronaut Christina Koch called down to Mission Control: “Hey Jenny, just to make absolutely sure that we start observation time as expected, we are showing in [task software] Optimus that observation time starts in about 15 minutes, and in [another system] LTP that our first target starts in about 29minutes. Can you confirm that you’d like us to start Discussion #1 in 29 minutes at 19:00 GMT?” To which Mission Control replied, “Christina, we are tracking that Discussion #1 should start at 18:45, that’s 15 minutes from now” (see 1:32:40). The astronauts nearly missed their cue by 14 minutes—two craters’ worth of data out of 35 targets! We’ve all been there having the wrong time in our calendar, although not 250,000 miles from Earth with millions watching. Thankfully they were saved by having the humility to check.

    During lunar observation, the mission became even more human—intentionally so. Our eyes are better than cameras at picking up colour, at noticing the way images change as the angle of light changes, and—because we have two eyes—at seeing depth and topography. So while the astronauts took thousands of photos, the research team got much more scientific understanding by hearing them describe in words what they saw. They paired up at the tiny windows for this task, which they reported meaningfully improved the quality of what they observed. “Look Mom” is a skill we practise from childhood for a reason. We see more when someone else helps us notice the world around us—or in this case, the worlds beyond us.

    These precision instruments—the human eye and brain—do have some quirks, though. True, our lenses don’t fog up like telescope eyepieces or scratch or get fingerprints, but they do get tired. Initially, NASA blocked just five minutes for the pair to observe each crater. During training they realised this was too intense, so they increased to eight minutes, and had the astronauts pairs swap off every hour. Yes: these super high-performance, highly selected NASA astronauts had to have accommodation for their humanness. May this be a lesson to all of us who have worked beyond our capacity—those back-to-back meetings, those conferences without breaks, those “one more email” moments: giving a task enough time is actually really important to get it right, and to ensure that the glorious machine actually doing the work—the human—remains healthy long enough to complete the objective. I was impressed that NASA did not tell the astronauts to strive harder; they instead respected the human limits, and told their science team to prioritise fewer craters to observe.

    As the humans travelled around the Moon, they described what they saw — evocatively: the twin craters that look like a snowman; the dusting on the craters that looked like snow; the darker patch (Mare) that bulges like a healing wound. I usually thought of science as being about measurements, but I realised, listening to them, that the real frontiers of science have been about description. Description is about finding the right words. At one point, the crew were so amazed by what they saw they joked down to Mission Control, “Can you come up with a list of another twenty superlatives?” As the Artemis II crew made clear, science and exploration are not just about seeing and measuring things for yourself; it’s about sharing that experience with others. And what’s the medium of sharing science, or any other human experience? The humanities. I hope in future missions, astronauts will study poetry, literature and art alongside geology. If you need more evidence that this is a good idea, many astronauts actually take up painting when they return to Earth, to capture those impressions that photos couldn’t quite do.

    One of the highlights of this week was their viewing of a solar eclipse. But it almost had a huge hiccup—to look at an eclipse, you need to look right at the Sun, which can burn your retina. So just like on Earth, you need eye protection. But seeing a solar eclipse wasn’t really in the plan until the exact launch date was confirmed. Just a few weeks before the launch, someone at NASA realised “oh my gosh we need eclipse glasses!”, rummaged through a cupboard, and found leftover public engagement glasses from the 2024 eclipse event. Surely these paper eclipse glasses were the cheapest piece of scientific kit on the mission—and led to my favourite photo of the crew!

    The biological limits and needs of the humans on board have really come through the mission. Moreover these four super charismatic, likeable astronauts have also been able to share why human exploration is so different from robotic missions. Every press conference, journalists and members of the public want to know, as Victor Glover put it, “how it feels.” The “Moon Joy” that they and the team on the ground have been expressing through their smiles, thumbs ups, hugs, tears, fist pumps, and humour has been infectious; the whole team is having so much fun!

    I loved Christina Koch’s reflection on what she will miss most from the expedition: “I will miss this camaraderie. I will miss being this close, with this many people, with a common mission, getting to work hard every day, across hundreds of thousands of miles with the team on the ground… We are close like brothers and sisters.”

    It’s not just me that was more moved by the people than the rocket science. Commander Reid Wiseman reflected that for him, his early career was first about flying and then about space. Now, it’s about family.

    Reid cares greatly about the people exploring space. He’s made a decision to have all four astronauts fly the vehicle, not just him and the official pilot Victor Glover. I thought that decision was because he’s a nice, inclusive team leader. But he really wants to prove, technically, that you don’t need to be a test pilot to be a mission commander in the future. Removing that constraint opens up who can go into space, allowing more diverse skillsets and a broader pool of recruits into this new “Golden Age” of space exploration. I have seen many “diversity” programmes fail because they don’t get what Reid Wiseman gets; you can’t just say, “let’s have more ethnically diverse people or more women.” You have to make sure that biased barriers to entry are also removed, whether they are experience or certain favoured personality traits.

    NASA’s mission is to “explore the unknown in air and space, innovate for the benefit of humanity, and inspire the world through discovery.” When asked how to inspire, the crew said to just do it. Or as Canadian astronaut Jeremy Hansen said in a message to kids, “All you have to do on any given day is do your best. And find joy in your day, and try to contribute in a meaningful and positive way. And that’s it. We as humans put too much pressure on ourselves looking for perfection. If you look at what we are doing out here, it is far from perfection, but we are getting it done.”

    Artemis II will splash down near San Diego in a few hours. In their luggage will be tiny SD cards with thousands of images we will get to see in the coming months, and trays of cell samples; in their spacecraft will be system data to analyse and refine; in their bodies will be more saliva for scientists to measure; in their minds will be the wonders and impressions of this magical week at the Moon; and back in Houston are the next astronauts waiting to jump aboard Artemis III.

    Here’s going to the moon and back, and back, and back, and back…

    Liz

    http://www.lizaab.com

  • The Bravery of Trees

    If you need a role model for bravery, look up at trees.

    Every autumn, they take the leaves that define them, that give them energy and life, and just drop them, confident that they will come back again.

    It wasn’t always this way. As trees expanded to colder climates, they had a problem: ice.  When the ground freezes, so does the water in it. There’s water, water everywhere but not a (liquid) drop to drink. Leaves evaporate water, so to conserve water, you need to lose the leaves. (Being leafless also helps conserve energy during the dark months and reduce storm damage.)  They bravely know that even without their leaves, they are still trees.

    I have thought of the bravery of trees often.  Two summers ago, I got Covid for the third or fourth time, which left me with the whole-body energy-limiting illness of Long Covid. I took time off work to recover and then ramped back to full time, only to find that my body wasn’t well enough for it. So, I have stopped working to focus on recovery. I sit now, resting. I’ve had to give up a lot of things beyond work too that define me and give me energy and life.

    A tree without my leaves.

    Doctors prescribe “deep rest” for this illness to give your body a chance to heal itself. So at least once a day, I go outside, without my phone, to sit. Ideally I find a spot of sunshine by the canal where we live in London.  You can call it meditation or mindfulness, but basically, I do nothing for as long as possible.

    As I sit, the trees sit too.

    And like me, they aren’t really doing nothing.

    I’ve recently learned just how brave trees are, beyond just losing their leaves, in Tristan Gooley’s mind-opening book, How to Read a Tree.

    Trees bravely seek light. They don’t do it in a calculated, conservative, bureaucratic way, though. They are entrepreneurial risk takers: they grow a hundred branches out to see which ones catch enough light. The ones that get sun grow leaves; the ones that find shade are cut off from the rest of the tree and die.

    They are good at finding light. In front of me right now is a young tree sprouting branches straight up, into the rays of light that fall just above the building shadow, even in the low UK winter sun. Along the canal, the branches reach into the glorious open space of light above the water; in time the pull of the sunshine is so strong that their trunks lean toward the canal. You can see it along sidewalks, as trees stretch toward the bright middle of the street.

    Many branches seek light out to the side. But just like it’s tiring to hold your arms out to your side, supporting branches sideways takes huge strength. So trees have a fix, which Gooley summarises as “more wood.” Look at where a large branch meets the trunk and you’ll see a reinforced “branch collar,” helping push or pull the branch up. This branch collar wood is so strong, apparently, that in olden days people used it for axe handles.  I love the idea that trees bravely take on challenges, like growing horizontal branches, knowing they will grow strong enough to deal with it.

    You can see the history of a tree’s bravery too, forever etched in its shape. Trees can only grow more or let bits die; they can’t move. And they usually only grow from the top; a branch that was eye level ten years ago will still be eye level today. So why don’t all trunks have those original low branches anymore? What happened?

    Just like the shaded entrepreneurial branches, some branches that they needed early in life no longer serve them and are gone.  Perhaps they were shaded by another tree. Or more likely, by their own newer branches. Trees are good at bravely letting go of things that no longer serve them.

    They don’t totally forget them though. You can see the “eyes” where lost branches used to be along the trunk. Trees respect their own history.

    The more branches grow up top, the more water and support they need from below. The trees’ solution? More wood! The trunk grows thicker every year to support more branches up above.  So trunk width tells you more about the tree’s age than its height does: trees grow thicker as they get older. As a rough rule of thumb, a tree grows about an inch in circumference a year.  Your hug diameter (wingspan) is about your height. So if you can just touch your fingertips together when you hug a tree and are 5’8” (68 inches or 175 cm), the tree is probably 60-70 years old.  As trees age, they get stronger.

    And they get particularly strong if they’ve been through some tough times. If something happens to the tree, especially to the apical branch that coordinates its branching behaviour, branch buds are at the ready to start all over again. Chop off the head of the tree, and they will sprout like crazy just near the base of the trunk as a Hail Mary. Wait a while, and you may see some of these crazy twigs grow into two or more trunks from the same root base.  (When done on purpose this is “coppicing.”) Trees are unafraid to start over.

    You can see this tree’s history of hardship just by looking at it, if you know how. Maybe as a baby sapling the tree got nibbled by a deer; so instead of one clean trunk, it sprouted a messy few.  You can see its happiness too: if you come across a tree shaped so perfectly it looks like a child’s drawing, then it probably had an uneventful, happy childhood with lots of sun.

    Our brave trees don’t stop when it’s easy. Trees go up to seek the sun, but the instant they break even a few inches above other trees or buildings, they are exposed to a huge increase in wind at their vulnerable top. The tree’s solution? More wood! Our brave trees don’t stop growing taller; instead they grow more wood around their base to secure themselves.

    Sometimes, all that reinforcement – their thickening trunk, their thickening base, their branch collars – isn’t enough.  The outside world just becomes too much and they get hurt. Maybe the wind became too much for it at some point; the tree might have splintered deep inside its trunk, which causes long vertical cracks. Or maybe a branch broke off under the weight of an ice storm. The tree’s fix? More wood! It will thicken the trunk around those injuries, keep calm and carry on. Now you know how to look, you can see these moments of profound bravery for the rest of their lives in vertical ridges or odd shaped reinforced lumps.

    Being brave means doing things that are difficult even when you are scared or they are hard; being “ready to face and endure danger or pain”.  It means preparing for the future, and responding to life as it happens. It means getting stronger in response to things being hard.

    It is how trees seek light, knowing they will fail most of the times, but putting out hundreds of branches anyway.

    It’s growing your trunk thicker each year to be able to take on more weight and support more life.

    It’s seeking sunlight, even when that exposes you to wind.

    It’s about reinforcing your base when you finally reach so high that you are exposed to those winds.

    It’s letting go of branches that helped you in your earlier life, and recognising when they no longer serve you.

    It’s being unafraid to start all the way over when it’s clear that things aren’t working out.

    And it’s confidently letting go of the things that define you most for a time, knowing that, when it’s all over there will be a spring again.