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Carl Sagan, The Cold War and the Alexandrian Library

In history, Science, Uncategorized on April 12, 2011 at 7:08 pm

Most of this article pertains to this clip from Carl Sagan’s ‘Cosmos.’

“History is full of people who out of fear or ignorance or the lust for power have destroyed treasures of immeasurable value which truly belong to all of us. We must not let it happen again.”

-Carl Sagan

In 1980, Dr. Carl Sagan wrote his book, “Cosmos,” and his television show of the same name was also broadcast for the first time by PBS. Through both of these, he produced a great contribution to the history of science. He demonstrated how science’s past relates to the present and what can be taken from it. In the early eighties, the present situation contained the threat of nuclear weapons due to the Cold War and, through his work on television, Sagan was able to broadcast his ideas to a very large group of home audiences.

Although Carl Sagan is best known for his popular science, he actually has a pretty amazing list of credentials. While completing his doctorate, Sagan was already working with NASA and continued to assist them while also working as a professor at Harvard and Cornell. He correctly described the Venusian surface conditions, which were vital in the Mariner missions. His work with Venus described the planet as extremely hot and dry, which was contrary to the current views of the planet. Additionally, he saw correlations between Venus and Earth regarding the greenhouse effect, which led him to advocate action against global warming. Through his work, Sagan found evidence to support his political beliefs. These included a desire for disarmament, religion’s effect on science, legalization of marijuana, environmental concerns and peace. His ability to intertwine science, history and politics made him famous. In his lifetime, he earned the Oersted Medal, two NASA Distinguished Public Service Medals, the Pulitzer Prize for General Non-Fiction and the National Academy of Sciences Public Welfare Medal. His television show won an Emmy and a Peabody Award. Unfortunately, Carl Sagan passed away in 1996.

In a scene from the first episode of Cosmos, “The Shores of the Cosmic Ocean,” Sagan visits the Alexandrian Library. Obviously, this is physically impossible since the library was destroyed but, through the magic of television, he visits a recreation of the site, which he rightfully believed to be the origin of space exploration research. Since the destruction of Alexandria approximately two thousand years ago, only the library’s cellar remains, which left the world with only a very small fraction of its holdings. The library contained the majority of the world’s knowledge, which was about a million volumes. In a later episode, he compares this to the New York Library, which contains about ten million volumes. Sagan samples the holdings of the Alexandrian Library, whose knowledge included:

“…the astronomer Hipparchus, who mapped the constellations and estimated the brightness of stars; Euclid, who brilliantly systematized geometry…; Dionysus of Thrace, the man who defined the parts of speech and did for the study of language what Euclid did for geometry; Herophilus, the physiologist who firmly established that the brain rather than the heart is the seat of intelligence; Heron of Alexandria, inventor of gear trains and steam engines and the author of ‘Automata,’ the first book on robots; Apollonius of Perga, the mathematician who demonstrated the forms of the conic sections… followed in their orbits by the planets, the comets and the stars; Archimedes, the greatest mechanical genius since Leonardo di Vinci; and the great astronomer and geographer Ptolemy, who compiled much of what is today the pseudoscience of astrology.”

On his show and in his book, he says, “We have far surpassed the science known to the ancient world. But there are irreparable gaps in our historical knowledge. Imagine what mysteries about our past could be solved with a borrower’s card to the Alexandrian Library.” He goes on to explain that society went on without the information which was destroyed in the library, which would be the period of the Middle Ages, and that the Renaissance was really just the rediscovery of this lost work. According to Sagan, at the time movable type was invented, only a few tens of thousands of books were in existence in Europe, which is only a small amount in comparison to the glory of the Alexandrian Library.

Sagan never actually mentions the Cold War in this passage or on his show. However, a mention of the current issues would have been unnecessary. Sagan makes his point in this segment. The destruction of the Alexandrian Library set back science for at least 1500 years. When discussing a lost work of Aristarchus, which argued that the Earth is one of the planets, which orbits the Sun, he says, “If we multiply by a hundred thousand our sense of loss for this work of Aristarchus, we begin to appreciate the grandeur of the achievement of classical civilization and the tragedy of its destruction.” In the event that nuclear weapons were used, humans could have again lost so much of their knowledge. It appears unlikely that Sagan would be able to state his anti-war sentiments blatantly, so he had to use history to subtilely get his point across. He closes the episode by saying,

“We are the legacy of fifteen billion years of cosmic evolution. We have a choice: We can enhance life and come to know the universe that made us or we can squander our 15 billion year heritage in meaningless self- destruction. What happens [in the near future] depends on what we do here and now with our intelligence and our knowledge of the cosmos.”

Interestingly, this was written in 1980, before the internet rose to importance in containing the world’s information. However, Sagan’s history lesson still holds true. If some terrorist attack erased all the information on the internet, so much of the world’s knowledge would be lost, in addition to a lot of complete garbage. Even the Alexandrian Library had its nonsense though. Sagan says, “[Ptolemy's] Earth-centered universe held sway for 1,500 years, a reminder that intellectual capacity is no guarantee against being dead wrong.” The destruction of the internet would probably mean people would have to start reading books again, something which appears to be in decline due to projects like gutenberg.org, which offers over 33,000 books online for free, and gadgets such as the Kindle, a tablet-like device which makes electronic books portable.

Unfortunately, Carl Sagan is often overlooked because he wrote popular science. However, in addition to making important contributions to NASA, he also worked to better the common man. His work made the history of science accessible to everyone and also showed how it related to current events. Furthermore, he used his show as a platform to demonstrate his political beliefs. He presented how the destruction of the library of Alexandria could be repeated in our lifetime.

Works Cited

Cosmos, “The Shores of the Cosmic Ocean,” episode 1, April 11, 2011 [originally aired September 28, 1980].

Cosmos, “The Persistence of Memory,” episode 11, April 11, 2011 [originally aired December 1, 1980].

Cosmos, “Who Speaks for Earth?” episode 13, April 11, 2011 [originally aired December 21, 1980].

Poundstone, William. Carl Sagan: A Life in the Cosmos. New York: Henry Holt and Company. 1999.

Sagan, Carl. Cosmos. New York: Random House, 1980.

Happy birthday.

In Uncategorized on January 31, 2011 at 10:04 pm

I am very very tired. In a few hours, it will be February. In the past few years, I have tended to worry throughout January about that month.

On March 5, 2007, I headed to Texas from Chicago. I didn’t know what would happen or if I’d even survive. I just knew I needed to leave Chicago. I only said goodbye to my grandparents and a few cousins. I never said farewells to any of my immediate family. I didn’t even tell them I was leaving the state.

Sometime in early February 2007, there was an incident where people were doing a lot of drugs in my room at my parents’ house. Maybe I should have not made a big deal about this. But I was working as a stripper to support my family, so the last thing I wanted at three am was to come home to a drug party in my room. I yelled. I demanded that everyone leave. One of the drug dealers called me a bitch and pushed me into a television. I threw a lawn chair at him. My parents were sleeping the entire time. I ran to their room. I told them that I was going to run away if they didn’t kick this drug dealer out. Larry, my stepfather, never got out of bed. My mom came into the living room and just stared me down. It felt like an extremely long time but it was probably only a minute. I packed two suitcases and went to a Motel 6 to stay with one of the other dancers and her boyfriend.

Almost immediately, drug dealers and gang members started to come to the club I worked at harassing me for money. When I left, so did the drug money. The club, though they treated me like family, couldn’t have this going on. On Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend broke up with me because he couldn’t handle all the drama I was going through. I had nothing going for me, except my health, a steady job and coworkers who served as the most incredibly loyal friends I had yet to meet. A few weeks later and I was on that train to Houston.

In February 2008, my grandfather passed away. It was the first time that someone close to me died. I had been to funerals and known people who died, but it was always the kid I helped cheat in English or some uncle I met once. I knew from my grandma that grandpa was sick and had made plans to come to Chicago for the funeral. I was entirely expecting this. What I was not expecting was my grandmother calling me the day of the funeral to tell me of his passing because she didn’t want me to attend the service.

Exactly three weeks later, on March 5, 2008, exactly a year after I left Chicago, I was preparing for a huge meeting at the boutique I ran at the mall. Some of the corporate people from NYC had flown in to discuss a promotion for me. I had spent days making the store look amazing. When the phone rang, I was expecting it to be these corporate folks telling me they were on their way. Instead, it was my grandmother, informing me that my mom was with her and to please not hang up. My mom only said, “It’s John.” I knew every detail in those words. I dropped the phone and screamed. I just kept screaming and crying and the customers and other employees were so confused but I couldn’t calm down. Someone took me into the backroom and I tried to explain but they kept telling me that I didn’t know enough about the situation. I insisted that it was all my fault. It was all my doing. My mother called the store again and confirmed what I already knew with alarming detail from so few words. My brother, my closest companion, died of a heroin overdose that morning.

The funeral was a circus. The week I spent in Chicago to take care of all the arrangements was a nightmare. The following year was an emotional rollercoaster, with a spectrum ranging from catatonia to hysteria. I’m not the only one who went a little crazy that year. Between her husband’s death and then her grandson’s, my grandmother completely lost it. She was admitted to a hospital and never allowed back home again.

Tomorrow is the start of February, a month that reminds me of all the times that took away my naivety. Nothing feels like home since then despite my attempts to find gemueglichkeit. After John died, my entire family drifted apart. Everyone is so angry with each other. I’m not really angry at any of them. When I get angry, its either at him for being so fucking incredibly stupid or at myself, for leaving and not protecting him from that crap.

I’m not saying that someone is a good person just because they died, but John had so many friends. He was probably the most popular guy in high school. I don’t think he would be so well-liked if he wasn’t fun to be around. And he was. Despite his flaws, of which there were many, he was my closest friend and I was his hero, as he would often brag to people. He knew me better than anyone and still does. Our identities were so intertwined. When he died, I didn’t just mourn for him. I feel like I died too and can’t go back to my previous state.

I’m very very tired. I’m also happier than I’ve been in a few years. But tomorrow is February 1, John’s birthday. Because I felt exhausted, I tried to sleep, even though it was 8:30pm. But the sudden realization that it is February tomorrow jolted me out of my sleepiness. I’m not sad. I just kind of feel like my brain is overworked to the point where it is jammed like a printer. Or full of sludge. So, I wrote. And now there are nearly a thousand words in this text box. The writing didn’t really make me feel any better. But the sudden ideas of how John would spend his 23rd birthday have given me some amusement. I think I want to spend tomorrow doing things he liked. So, I think I will make a pizza, get a tattoo and drink some PBR. I can celebrate his birthday for him.

I Am Not Alone.

In Uncategorized on January 24, 2011 at 2:07 pm

My mom has never been very motherly and we never really had a kinda sorta decent relationship until a few years ago. A lot of people turn to their family when they are in trouble but mine makes it pretty clear that they could care less about my trials. Needless to say, this makes me feel a little crazy most days.

Even though she never has bothered to check how I’m doing, I call my mom every week to let her know anyway. Half the time she sounds annoyed to hear from me. But, every once in awhile, I call her and she actually acts like a mom.

I just got off the phone with my mom. I always tell her the truth. Or try to. I told her everything about my past week and the next two weeks. These are dramatic times for me. Not all of it is manufactured by the people with which I surround myself. I have a lot of important life events coming up. I haven’t had the best week either.

Before I called my mom, I was walking home from school and I was just thinking about how I couldn’t depend on anyone to stick with me. Or, at least, I felt like I couldn’t. Loss is a recurring theme in my life, which I don’t really want to go into right this second. When I got off the phone with my mom, I had this overwhelming feeling that no matter how everything turns out with me, my mom still loves me and I am not alone.

 

I woke up this morning.

In Uncategorized on January 20, 2011 at 7:56 am

I was really upset at night the past few nights because I’d been restless and hadn’t fallen asleep early enough.

I woke up this morning and thought back to a few years ago. After my brother died, I was either awake in a stupor or asleep for a little over a year. Suddenly my complaint seemed so stupid.

And my thought grew to encompass a sense of progress. I AM making progress in grieving. That’s a huge deal.

This progress in my life is a grander subject than I’d like to publicly approach, encompassing 90210-level drama, but I have woken up refreshed this morning in a manner about which I had forgotten.

I guess, if anyone reads this, I just wanted to say that you might forget that life can get better, but it does anyway. The universe goes on with or without you.

Who knows if I have anything relevant to say?

In Uncategorized on January 18, 2011 at 11:44 am

I feel like, if my life were a television series, we would currently be hurtling towards the season finale.

I think it was sometime about a year and a half ago when I was first inspired by an eccentric genius, whom I will not name. I had this secret goal to be like that one day. I never really thought about what that would entail. I think I forgot the connotations of the word ‘eccentric.’

A lot of people think I am crazy. I’m not sure about that. Traumatized, probably? Misunderstood, definitely. The fact that I don’t think I’m crazy probably means I really am crazy, but, to save myself from a reenactment of that scene from Catch-22, I just avoid that question altogether.

I have a lot of thoughts in my head. I can’t really get them straight. I feel like I have the answers to whatever it is I am trying to grasp. The problem is that I don’t know the question. I get the feeling that, if I knew the question, the answer would be obvious: 42.

And now I have finished my fruit bowl and will go on with my day.

Introductions are in order.

In about, Uncategorized on January 22, 2010 at 12:40 pm



Hi. I’m Andee Nero.





I study history.





I play dress up.





I fly kites.





I play video games.





I go on adventures.





I like music, but who doesnt.




I drink an awful lot of coffee.





Being a girl, I have a mild Hello Kitty obsession.





But I also like physics a lot.





I dance a lot everywhere.





I don’t get to go to art museums as much as I would like.





Let’s be friends?





xoxo

andee nero

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