Back on 17 November 2014, I reported, The Resurrection of Philae. It was a hopeful headline, because I was relating the fact that Philae had died. You may remember that there was a lot of excitement the world over — including here at Frankly Curious — when the Rosetta space craft managed to get into a stable orbit around Comet 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko. Part of the excitement of this mission was that that Rosetta was going to look for organic material on the comet. It is widely speculated that the organic material on the Earth was seeded to it by comet impacts.
Part of this search for organic material was going to be done by the Philae probe that landed on the comet. Unfortunately, the system designed to anchor Philae onto the comet failed. This resulted in Philae bouncing around on the comet for two hours before finally stopping at the bottom of a cliff. This was unfortunate, because it meant that the solar panels on the unit would get very little sunlight. And thus, in just a couple of days — on 14 November 2014 — Philae powered down when its battery died. It was a sad day. But it wasn’t the end. There was still the hope that when 67P got closer to the sun, little Philae would power back up.
At 4:33 this morning, the world got the following tweet:
Hello Earth! Can you hear me? #WakeUpPhilae
— Philae Lander (@Philae2014) June 14, 2015
It then tweeted to Rosetta asking, “How long have I been aleep?” To which many people responded gleefully including mars_stu who responded with great cheek, “a long time… humans now hunted by apes riding horses, but don’t worry about it…”
Back in January, I had made my peace with the death of Philae, Organic Macromolecules on Comet P67. That was a very big deal. Actually, for me, that was the one big thing that I cared about. Comets are interesting in that they may well have been the primary sources of the Earth’s water and organic matter that led us to today when we have this amazing oasis of life.
In that article, I wrote:
I still believe that. But I will admit that the fact that Philae has managed to wake itself up and get back to work is exciting based only on the cool technology that allows this. Of course, even more exciting is that Philae will get back to work. And given that 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko has an orbital period of six and half years, it is possible that Philae will go back to sleep in a few months, only to wake up again six years from now. And then again and again and again. This really is great stuff — the best of what we are!
H/T: BBC.
We are in the midst of a debate around criminal justice right now, a timid one no doubt, but a debate nonetheless. In the midst of such debates it is customary for pundits, politicians, and writers like me to sally forth with numbers to demonstrate the breadth and width of the great American carceral state. The numbers are, indeed, bracing and are not hard to find. The fact that African Americans comprise some one in 200 of all known people in the world, and yet African American men comprise one in 12 of all known prisoners has always given me pause…
I want to go back to that
There is one thing that all Republicans know: Obamacare is an unmitigated disaster that is destroying the great system that we had before — “The best healthcare in the world!” But their real problem with it is not the policy. As I’ve discussed a lot around here: Obamacare is the most conservative healthcare reform that could work. All the supposed conservative alternatives since have been brainless ideology that would have made the situation worse — things like tort “reform” (not allowing patients to sue when they’ve been harmed) and allowing insurance across state lines (destroying local control and causing a race to the bottom).
On this day in 1777, the stars and stripes were adopted by the Second Continental Congress as the official flag of our country — or at least our little rebellion. To be honest, I’m not fond of it. It’s badly designed. There’s a blue rectangle in the upper left hand cover with a variable number of stars. Don’t get me wrong: I like one star for each state. But I don’t like them relegated to the corner in such an awkward way. And the 13 stripes representing the first colonies? I really don’t care. Maybe we should have eight red stripes to correspond to the eight slave states at that time. Not that they weren’t all culpable.
Anyway, I remember telling my first wife that I didn’t like our flag. She snapped at me, “What do you want? Three stripes like Italy?” I was too shamed to respond, but the truth is: yes, I would prefer that. But what I had in mind was the Soviet Union’s flag, which I still think is gorgeous. But there are many beautiful flags today. I like the simplicity and the symbolism with the Japanese flag. Israel’s flag is arguably better on these counts. Canada has a very fetching flag. There is much to say for Papua New Guinea’s flag with the Southern Cross and its national bird, the raggiana bird-of-paradise. I could go on. And on. And on. There are only a handful of flags that I like less.
Not that any of this matters. A nation needs a distinct flag and we have that. But it annoys me that we could never change it. If anyone tried, Americans would rise up and claim that it is a wonderful flag and we could never admit to being wrong. Just as our 225 year old Constitution is the best one imaginable (except it isn’t), our 240 year old flag couldn’t possibly be improved upon. So we are stuck with it.