It’s odd how sometimes ideas will all come togetherÂ¬â€ all at once.Â¬â€ I’ll see in a book, see on the television, and see even in my own notes the same thing resonating loudly. This has been one of those odd 48 hour periods of everything coming together all at once. While flying to Nebraska last night, I was reading a bookÂ¬â€ handed to me by a friend: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. It’s a beautiful book, and I have to admit it’s made me tear up in places. There are things I don’t like – the character John – but I know I’ll eventually read it again to find theÂ¬â€ things I missed on this first read through.Â¬â€ There were things that caught my attention, and I dogeared the pages as I read and marked in pencilÂ¬â€ or pen quotes the I liked. But this blog isn’t about literature, and some of you are probably wondering why I’m writing this,Â¬â€ and why I’m writing this under a title “loving what we do.”
About an hour ago I finished giving a talk to a physics major seminar course at the University of Nebraska. There were about 40 young minds,Â¬â€ intent and willing to listen. I was there to tell them about what got me into astronomy, whatÂ¬â€ astronomers do, and what doors are open to different careers. The thing I wanted to stress is that with physics and astronomy you can explore, you can create, you can go beyond just the numbers in the equations.Â¬â€ We don’t get paidÂ¬â€ enough to do what we do if we hate it. We can only justify the long hours for low pay and the sometimes crazy travel with a passion that drives us to not be happy unless we’re doing what we do in each of us needs to find our own way.
This is what gets me to this book. Last night on the plane I hit this passage:
We’ve reached the end of pure inspiration, and are now somewhere else, something implying routine, or doing something because people expect us to do it, going somewhere in each day because we went there the day before, saying things because we have set them before, and this seems like the work of a different sort of animal, contraryÂ¬â€ to our plan, and this is very very bad.
This section refers to how the author and his coworkers at a magazine feel about the change in how they approach their work.Â¬â€ I have to admit IÂ¬â€ have felt this way too. Their project started on a laugh and a dream.Â¬â€ This isn’t very different from research. We get an idea, we decide to create, explore, question, try.Â¬â€ We laugh our way through the project descriptions, working through dinner as we define the first problems, and on that first all-nighter that weÂ¬â€ fight through as we work our way through our first grant, it is all still fine, all still worth the lack of sleep,Â¬â€ the lack of life, because at first the project is bigger than any of usÂ¬â€ and it is simply the project that must be done.Â¬â€ I have taken risks with my career, deciding to take time away from classic research — variable stars, galaxy evolution, things that you expect to see published in the Astrophysical Journal — deciding to take time away to instead create podcasts ( and research how they impact people), to create websitesÂ¬â€ (and see how they bring people together), to explore language and learningÂ¬â€ (and ask if we communicate what we mean to), and to try and understand how you understand what I’m trying to tell you about the universe. I’ve taken risks to follow passions, each project bigger than me.
But then one day the projects become mundane; they become work.
I still love what I do. The people I work closest with are people whom I respectÂ¬â€ and I trust and I suspect I’ll be working with over the decades to come. But those are just theÂ¬â€ handful of people I work closest with. Then there’s everyone else, and the work, and the politics, and the paperwork, and the trying to hold it all together and make sure everything gets done. There are days that are simply not fun. There are days when I think about setting it all aside and just writing websites, writing books, just staying at home and creating things that don’t require any approval paperwork. Or at leastÂ¬â€ there are fractions of days. I don’t think it’s ever been so bad that I’ve considered leaving astronomy for more than an hour or two. But there are days I think about giving up onÂ¬â€ this or thatÂ¬â€ bureaucracy that should make my life easier in the long run, but right now it just makes me miserable. I’ve had the days, it felt like the days in thisÂ¬â€ book passage, were each of us is simplyÂ¬â€ “doing something because people expect us to do that.”
These are usually the days when I’m writing not the first grant for a project but the second or third or fifth, and the thing that made the project a joy and a rushÂ¬â€ has been forgotten as we battle over budgets and try to figure out just what piece of paper is needed this time and what format is required by this potential funder. These are usually the days when I’m waiting to hear on the grant, to hear on my fate, to find out if I get to follow that dream and answer the question.
They don’t tell you about the waiting in graduate school.Â¬â€ They don’t tell you how you’ll spend six months not knowing if this great idea that you got is something you’ll be funded to do, somethingÂ¬â€ that will be funded before the graduate students whoÂ¬â€ you wish to work with wander off and graduate and go somewhere else. Like most of the astronomy education community, I’ve been waiting to hear on a NASAÂ¬â€ Grant since the middle of the summer. I’m waiting to hear onÂ¬â€ an EPO rider on another project, and GodÂ¬â€ I want to do that project.Â¬â€ It’s like being hungry and only having enough money to order one pizza for you and a friend, and making that call and spending that moneyÂ¬â€ you both scrounged out of your pockets and out of your book bags and then waiting first one hour than two hours than three hours as the pizza never comes. Sometimes you get lucky, and suddenly the pizza arrives with extras — free garlic bread, free soft drinks. But sometimes there’s not even a call to say ‘sorry.’
And in the moments while I’m waiting, I feel like I’m going through the motions. In these moments it’s hard to remember the passionÂ¬â€ for the projects that carried us through that sleepless night when we wrote the words that might define the next three years of our lives. It’s hard to remember it as I go through the motions of grading, and posting homework, and writing the second grant for some other project, and as I work on the websites for IYA, and I work on all the random things that have to get done because it’s what’s expected.
But then I travel,Â¬â€ and there, in front of the classroom, in front of the lecture hall, in front of the auditorium I look out on a sea of faces -Â¬â€ a sea of people who don’t know if this is going to be just another boring science lecture or maybe, just this time, maybe it’ll be something exciting, something interesting, something that will make them feel alive and open their mind, open their curiosity, and carry them to another part of the universe. In that moment, as I open my power points, my keynotes, my websites, my videos, as I open the various technologies and look outÂ¬â€ and breath in,Â¬â€ I remember what it felt like the first time I fell in love with astronomy. As I exhale my talks, I try to instill life into the audience, and on those days when I hit my stride, and hit my marks saying the things I want to say, I like to think a couple walk away a little bit in love with the parts of astronomy that mean the mostÂ¬â€ to me. And no matter what they go away with, there is something about watching them come alive, watching them fall into the slides and the ideas and concepts; it makes me feel alive. This is the beauty of teaching. I get to see over and over what it’s like to experience all these wonderful things our sky has to offer for the first time. I get to experience everything anew and fall in love again.
I love to travel. I can only travel when someone else pays my way and sadly it really helps when they pay me because the days I travel are the days I don’t get paid. This is one of the flaws in being a contract soft-money astronomer.
Today, in Nebraska, was a good day when I was reminded that I’m still in love with my research, with teaching, and with trying to communicate astronomy to the public. And today is a day, when I think maybe just maybe a few more people will go to bed wanting to get up the next day and learn more about citizen science, about astronomy podcasts, and about how they can get involved in the International Year of Astronomy.
As long as I have these days, I will always be an astronomer.
A sincere and honest post, that touches one and shows people out there that its wort pursuing what you love (and also that sometimes you can cope with the hardships only if you love what you do).
I’m new to this blog and this is the first post that i’ve read. Really liked it… will come back for more. 🙂
Keep it up!
This sounds very much like many things I thought… except for me, the lows were lower, and the grants *never* came through. I eventually had no choice but to leave, although I could have stayed an extra year before I was forced out. But, still, the whole bit of doing outreach and loving it, teaching the classes and loving it, working with students and loving it… it’s so sad to me that the rest of it had to kill astronomy for me.
Aw… If only being a scientist were BOTH fun & LESS paperwork.
Dr. Gay gave a great talk tonight. As a Nebraskan who was in the
audience, I can testify that no cows were
present,(g) just an enthralled group of people.
And to return the favor, as a planetarium director for
over 35 years, here’s something you should all look for
in your neighborhood dome. And, I know you’ll enjoy it.
Be sure and click on the buttons to watch video clips
of someone you should recognize.
I wore my “I’m a Bad Astronomer” button tonight in honor
Thanks for coming to Nebraska Pamela.
I think it’s those moments of “wow” that keep us coming back to whatever it is we do. Even if those moments are from something that’s not what we get paid for. I’m lucky enough to have landed a job that gives me enough of those moment and allows me the freedom to find the rest of my recharging externally.
Thanks for all the work you do to help students and others find what it is they love.
Its all the same question, really. What am I doing here?
Its the same question that leads us into astronomy in the first place. Sometimes you think of it on the universal scale, and some days you only have enough energy to think out to the end of your desk. The damn thing is, its all still there tomorrow, as mysterious, frustrating, marvelous and boring as it was yesterday.
When I was younger, I used to whine about it more. Now, I’m just glad to have another day on the green side of the grass. Make the most of them. Life IS all its cracked up to be, and much more.
Wow, this was a difficult post to read in parts. Pamela, you have touched and inspired so many of us with your infectious enthusiasm and BRILLIANT communication skills in helping ordinary people to understand and fall in love with your science. You see the lit up faces in your classrooms and live audiences, but as I’m sure you appreciate, there are the silent MANY of us who are constantly awed by what you say in your internet writing and podcasting. You change lives… you changed mine literally. From my first (almost accidental) listen to AstronomyCast I have gone on to discover the likes of Feynman and Sagan and a whole new wonderful view of the universe.
You’re so darn good at what you do, and I’m sure we don’t even know the half of it! You obviously work very hard and I, for one, want you to know that it is so very much appreciated. You are a rare and amazing force of incalculable good in this world Dr. Gay. Thank you, thank you, thank you for what you do. I hope you never stop.
It is not at all right that you don’t own the Pizza place!!!
I cannot say enough about how much Astronomy Cast and your talks have inspired me to love the universe. I’m going through a professional low-point myself, and I can certainly relate. But we keep going, for the love.
Thank you for always telling us those things that they don’t teach us in grad school.
I hope that I keep loving it, too, even when it is hard.
It’s always darkest before the dawn… 😉
Pamela, I love you realism. You have your passion. You are like a number of academics I have known over the years. Work may be a 4 letter word. Yet with you despite your distress I always hear your Hope and Love a passionate love for your chosen field. You and Dr Fred Watson of the AAT in Australia and the family at ‘Universe Today’ and a couple of other websites keep people like me feeling Joyful about this wonderful, mysterious universe in which we live.
You do move me to wonder and a desire to learn more. Good management and lots of joy. I appreciate your blogs, well done.
Living here in the bottom end of Africa one misses out so much on the science and culture that I’m sure many inhabitants of first world countries thumb their noses at. On a continent where democracy means the freedom to kill those who won’t vote for your political party and education for many comprises of AK-47 maintenance and Rocket Propelled Grenades for Dummies, the internet has provided an unprecedented inroad to those who seek an education. The internet is, however, useless without those who are willing to provide decent, reliable and entertaining educational resources.
We are very quick to hand Nobel prizes to those who have apparently excelled in a field and blithely gloss over the people who gave our Nobel Laureates the foundations upon which they built their career.
How many Nobel prize winners have come from destitute backgrounds? Somewhere in their history was an educator of some type who inspired them, and gave of themselves and I think that it is time that these people were recognised for their brilliance, especially wrt the sciences.
My nobel nominations are Pamela Gay, Carl Sagan, Stephen Hawking.
Someday, 10, 20, 50 years from now I am sure that someone will stand there in Stockholm and dedicate their prize to these people who gave their time (the TIME WHICH IS SOOO PRECIOUS TO EACH OF US) to explain unbelievably complex ideas in a way which inspired that laureate to take the difficult courses at school and university and become a physicist.
Who knows who in some undeveloped 3rd world country will listen to Astronomy Cast and become the next ‘Mind’ that alters our understanding of Life the Universe and everything.
Those like Dr Gay are more elusive than the Higgs Boson and rarer than GRB’s.
AHWOSTG is indeed an incredible book, and excellent post Pamela. Makes me want to read it again to get some “outside perspective” on my life once more 🙂
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