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Monday, July 15, 2013

The Myth of Average. A Farpoint Cadet's Story. Space and Science News. The Imaginarium




Hello Troops,
     I once had a student who considered himself average at most things.  And because he was average at most things, he considered himself an average person.  One day we got into a discussion about the word 'average' at my desk.  I told him about our very average star, the one Earth orbits every year.  Our star is nothing special as far as stars go.  You've seen one star like our sun, you've seen a zillion.  Our sun wouldn't even be listed as a place of interest on an alien's Guide to the Milky Way Galaxy.  
     "And your point is?" my student questioned.  
     I explained that BECAUSE our sun is an average, run of the mill star, the conditions were perfect for our planet to develop and support life, and as far as we know, intelligent life may be the rarest of things in our universe.  Our sun's crowning glory was the development of life on one of its eight planets.  Therefore, it has the universe's best bragging rights.   It is the little star that could and did!  
     "Well, that means our sun isn't average then, if planets like Earth are so rare," he thoughtfully replied to my logic.
     "Precisely," I answered.  "Just one thing made our average sun, extraordinary and unique."
     "I get what you're saying.  I say I'm just an average kid, and you're saying that there is something about me that makes me above average."  
     "Yes, that's what I'm saying."
     He looked puzzled.  "Then what is it?"
     "One day you're going to discovery something you are passionate about.  Maybe not this year or next, but one day it will come.  That one thing can make you exceptional if you learn to use it to better yourself and those around you."
     After that day my student was kinder to himself.  Find the things you're passionate about and pursue them.  It is how we make our lives extraordinary.  We use our talents and abilities to better our lives, and the lives of those we care about.   

Farpoint Cadet Nolan W's Story From the Simulators

     It was your average 2.5 hour mission until in mid sentence Jackie said, "the crew has an 18 month child napping in his mother's arms, and there is a little girl.  I can just tell she is going to cry as soon as we go red alert". 
     At first I did not believe her and was not worried until, to my disbelief, a mother holding a small boy walked up to the counter intelligence station in front of me.  She sat down.  The small child curled up his tiny hands and banged viciously on the desk and keyboard. I silently wept for the keyboards that were to be lost on this mission. It didn't help that two other mothers were in the same situation. 
     I left in sadness for whoever would be doing bridge. Andrew told us volunteers to set up a bomb landing part to make the little kids happy. It was like any other bomb away team. The first round was like any other. Then we decided to ease it up a bit. I hid by the chairs and planned on standing up and getting shot. After a few seconds all the other volunteers were shot.  I panicked because the only person doing anything was the eight year old security guard who was the whole reason we did a bomb away team. He started to look around for any other intruders. The young security guard was approaching the desk at the front to double check that he got everyone. He turned around. He made eye contact with me wondering if I was an intruder or just another odd thing in discovery. I was confused.  I couldn't just sit there like a fool for the rest of the bomb scene. I slowly raised the phaser, my finger jerked back  and I fired.  The boy was confused. The bridge officer heard a phaser go off in the room but wasn't sure where it was coming from. It was too dark for her to see me so I fired it again.  She finally saw me and called the boy down. The kid was on a roll and I hated to end it. I felt terrible so I basically just stood up and got shot. 

Nolan W.

(Thanks Nolan for taking one for the team so the little boy could have his moment of glory)

Space and Science News.

Hubble Finds New Moon Orbiting Neptune


In 1989, the Voyager 2 spacecraft was carrying out a survey of Neptune's moons and rings but inexplicably zipped by the planet without registering what would turn out to be truly big news. That finding would have to wait until earlier this month when Mark Showalter, an astronomer at the SETI Institute, was working with images sent back by the Hubble Space Telescope, when he discovered the presence of the smallest moon in the Neptunian system.  Read More



18 Great Careers College Kids Know Very Little About
A grim job market and crushing student debt have many people second guessing their higher education decisions. Nearly half of recent grads regret choosing their school or major.  
recent Reddit thread asked for some great careers that college kids have no idea even exist.
Here are some of the best potential alternatives to spending four years on a degree and racking up student loans, or potential alternative paths to people who graduate and find themselves working in retail.  Read More  






The 16-year-old student from Istanbul spent two years perfecting a way to make a bioplastic out of discarded banana peels that could, in turn, be used for the electrical insulation of cables.
On Thursday, her efforts paid off when Scientific American named her the winner of its $50,000 Science in Action prize, a stepping stone to the Google Science Fair for young inventors in California this September.  Read More





In the Imaginarium's Creative Design Department






What a perfect name for fake butter
Creativity and truthfulness: A











This is how you know to pull or push

Cover a step with a mirror and really freak people out




Someone's Mom has had enough



The cat beard






Sunday, July 14, 2013

Sirens Ring at the Imaginarium. Megan Warner Makes Bail and Released from Jail. New Mission Posters from Discovery. The Imaginarium.

Emergency at the Imaginarium 

Early this morning the Imaginarium's siren rang over Wonderland, alerting everyone to the fact that something had gone terribly wrong at the universe's largest imagination accrediting agency.  I grabbed my notepad and pen and was out the door and in my car.  I wanted to be the first reporter on the scene to cover the story.



     "I was asleep at my desk when the siren rang right outside my window," explained Cyrus Keppel, midnight shift manager of the Imaginarium's editing department.  His expression changed when he realized he'd misspoken.  "I shouldn't have said that I was asleep.  Do me a big favor and scratch out that bit about me sleeping on the job."  Cyrus turned uncomfortably in his heavily cushioned, burgundy leather office chair.  "My boss..... you know...... never misses an edition of The Troubadour and.... well.... "
     "I understand," I replied.  Mr. Keppel looked relieved.  He shouldn't have; my meaning was that I understood his comment was inappropriate and would get him into trouble, not that I would remove the worrysome comment from this story.
     "Whew, dodged a bullet on that one.  I owe you one."
     "Maybe not.  Let's get to the early morning siren."
     Cyrus cleared his throat and explained, "Well, apparently our censors and editors didn't catch a comic with an inappropriate hand gesture designed to look like a catapult.  One of the The Troubadour's readers found the comic in our section of your blog and contacted our switchboard.

Olivia Newton. Midnight Shift Operator at the Imaginarium.
"I triggered the alarm and would do it again without hesitation.  The good name of the Imaginarium was at stake"

Olivia took the call and pushed the alarm as she is trained to do in an emergency.  The alarm triggered the siren outside the building which alerted all of us.  She called me and explained the situation.  I had the censors find the offending material and remove it right away."  
     As I listened I wondered how such a thing could happen at The Imaginarium, known world wide for promoting clean and wholesome imaginations for all age groups and demographics.  "Who was the censor that missed it?" I asked, thinking perhaps the comic's posting wasn't a mistake.  Maybe it was a disgruntled employee wanting to get back at the management. Cyrus was expecting my question.
     "We've dealt with the situation. The person has been properly admonished for his obvious blunder. 
He was careless and feels very bad about it.  It was not intentional." 
     "He is on duty right now?"
     "I said we've dealt with the situation."
     "No, what I heard you say was that you were asleep at your desk when the alarm rang.  That's what I heard you say.  Am I wrong?"  Cyrus stood up angrily.  He was going to ask me to leave.  I turned to a clean sheet of paper in my notebook.  'Chaos at the Imaginarium as editor sleeps at desk' I spoke as I wrote.  Cyrus sat down, his face transitioned from red to pale white.  He looked at his watch.
     "Mr. Bittle was the censor on duty that night.  He's on his break right now.  You'll find him outside the Imaginarium's south door."  
     "Thank you."  I stood to leave.
     "He's old and a sneeze away from senile and too cheap to buy himself a new pair of glasses.  Have some compassion. It really was a mistake."
     "Compassion?  I'm with The Troubadour, or have you forgotten?"
     "No, I haven't forgotten."  My conversation with Mr. Keppel was over.
     

     I found Mr. Bittle outside the south door.  He was shaking, nervous and not surprised when I approached him unannounced.  He quickly put out his cigarette.   "Mr. Bittle?" I asked.
     "You must be the man from The Troubadour,"  his voice creaked like the hull of an old 17th century tall masted ship.  He immediately started to explain.  "I didn't know how it got by me.  Things like that never get by me.  I know what your readers expect.  I know our reputation.  I just wasn't careful."  He paused and examined my face for signs of compassion and understanding.  
    "Or you need new glasses."
    "Yes, I need new glasses.  It won't happen again.  I'll make sure of that - if they don't put me down for early retirement over it."
    "Early retirement?  Come on Mr. Bittle, why are you still here?  You were here when I started with The Troubadour as a junior reporter."
    "Has it been that long?"  
     Mr. Bittle and I spoke for some time.  My final conclusion was that it was a regrettable oversight and not an intentional lowering of The Imaginarium's standards.  I could find no evidence that the offending comic was purposely stamped for publication.  There was no scandal, and therefore no story, except to give our readers an apology and Mr. Bittle's promise that it will never happen again.

More Mission Posters from The Discovery Space Center

The Discovery Space Center has more of the cool mission advertising posters I posted about recently.  I found them during a quick stop at the DSC yesterday afternoon.  I asked their creator, Andrew Mallory, to send copies to me for publication here on The Troubadour.




  

Contact The Discovery Space Center if you're interested in booking one of these private missions for you and your friends.  Discoveryspacecenter.com.  You can also register for one of the DSC's awesome summer camps.  Lots to do at the Discovery Space Center this summer.  


Megan Warner, Director of the Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center, Released from Jail after Posting Bond

Megan Warner is free from jail thanks to her generous staff and volunteers, and to the Space Center's many fans for contributing to her bond and donating to the Muscular Dystrophy Association.
     "I never thought jail could be so horrible," Megan explained in an interview with The Troubadour.
     "Wasn't the MDA's  'jail' housed at Utah's famous Chef's Table Restaurant in Orem?" The Troubadour asked.
     "Well, I ...... I still couldn't leave until I had my bail posted."
     "A few hours trapped at The Chef's Table.  I couldn't think of anything more horrifying, and here we had visions of you pacing a cell 6 feet by 4 feet and sleeping on a vomit stained mattress inhabited by five varieties of tropical fleas."  
     "Can we change the subject?"  Megan knew she'd overplayed the sympathy card.  "I want to thank everyone for contributing to the Muscular Dystrophy Association.  Every dollar donated will help these kids have a better life.  We all did a good thing and I was happy to play my part."
     Thank you to all our readers who contributed.  

  



   Making the Ordinary, Extraordinary (and thank you Mr. Bittle for ensuring the quality of this edition)

Everyone enjoyed the party except Frankie 

Three countries in one photograph

A good lesson to learn.  Don't give up because of failure.  Failure is a part of success

The cloud tree

The name of this window display.  The Bored Child Shopping with his Mother.

You have a 50/50 chance of looking a fool.


I wonder how much was spent on that research.  Common sense is a good partner to imagination.


Three guesses what this is.
1.  No.
2.  No
3.  No
Its a clock!

A sick child desperate for his medicine

Paris' chrome dinosaur


Of course you'll find this maze in England