One Angry South Pole Elf

Afterword

2005-12-21T00:40:00.000-06:00

I’m home in Chicago, at last. In fact I’ve been home for 2 days now, anxiety ridden and lonesome still. Well, it’s not that bad but now I am waiting until Friday to finally get to Texas and start my holiday break proper. I got home around 9pm Sunday night, December 18th having left the South Pole 5 days earlier on Tuesday the 13th (well, in Chicago time). The last time I saw my room was 5 weeks and 3.5 days prior on November 10th, likewise maya tsaritsa who I eagerly await to see again.

The trip home was decent considering how long and complicated it was. I spent about 30 hours in the air, 3 from pole, 8 from McMurdo, 15 from Christchurch (including a change of planes in Auckland) and 4 from Los Angeles. Sleeping on planes is not my forte and it required numerous doses of Johnny Walker to finally soothe myself to sleep. Ill be honest with you, I stopped when the stewardess kindly informed me “You’ll have to wait 20 min for another drink sir, airline policy. We can’t just keep pouring non stop.” I didn’t even notice really, I just wanted to sleep and was finishing the final quarter of my book, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.” Incidentally a good book if read for the human story and the motorcycle wisdom, although a little crazy otherwise. I suppose you can’t hold it against the author, he really was nuts. I sure can’t, I really was too.

We left McMurdo on a cloudy snowy morning. In fact it was one of the only snows I saw while down there, weird huh. Clem was actually on the flight that left just minutes before mine. His flights had been delayed by almost a week. Serves him right for making me feel so hopeless about getting home

That’s me in the plane on the way back to New Zealand, someone (ahem, Zarah) thinks I look like a lumberjack … awesome.

Perhaps the most cathartic moment of my life came when I finally dumped the ECW gear that was handed to me on the way down. It was the actual dumping that made it so great. As if designed with the fore knowledge of exactly how I would feel doing it, the procedure for returning ECW gear was to dump each piece one at a time into a giant pile in the middle of the warehouse while the dudes in charge checked off each item from their list. God it was fantastic, I felt like liberated 60s women burning their bras! Or a Nazi burning books … eh, maybe not. Here’s a picture of me rolling in it, literally …

As soon as that was done, it was time for a dinner and celebratory beers. I had a HUGE plateful of mussels and a beer. The following morning I did some quick souvenir shopping before shipping out. I ran across two things I thought I’d share. First was this plaque in the center of Cathedral Square in Christchurch. It was meant to honor the first people to reach NZ, exploring Pacific Islanders. See if you can read the words, its hardly honorable.

“During the first six centuries of Moa hunter occupation, the tribal succession … exterminated the Moa and burnt out the primeval forests … The later migration tribes … introduce kumara cultivation, warfare and intensified working of pounamu …” then the great and wise British settlers came and brought peace, conservation and environmental harmony to the land. Man oh man, that’s an odd way of honoring native past.

The other thing was this silly life size chess game. The two guys playing were crazy intense, they looked like they might break out into a fight. Yet, even I could tell their game was amateur piece grabbing, well cause that’s how I play it.

I came home to more snow and cold, not that I wasn’t warned (thanks Jon). It was somewhere between 0 and 10 degrees out, about the same temperature as it was at pole my last week there. I had a really nice cab ride home with this African immigrant who couldn’t get enough out of me about the South Pole and was as impressed by their flushable toilets as I was grateful for them. It was one question after another in total amazement about the 6 months of sun and 8000 feet of ice. I guess it kinda made me feel good, in an obviously smug and selfish way. It made me realize once more how crazy what I had just done was after all. Well I assured him if he practiced hard, he could ski over there himself, so it wasn’t really a big deal anyway.

My apartment was cold, colder than my room at pole and empty. Still it was home and I got to see the paint job I had just left freshly on the walls when I took off in November. Man we did a good job painting, you guys (all of you) have to come and see it! Jacolipe (my turtle) was healthy and happy, although a little algae ridden. My room looked like it was in good shape and had survived my subletter hell (another post on its own). Ahhh.

Well, I’m settling back into things I guess, South Pole is in the past. One last funny thing though, it seems that with all that constant sunlight, I have developed a little fear of the night. I guess I wouldn’t call it fear, more like distrust.

Peace and love my friends and family.
Robert

Ehhhh, That’s All Folks!

2005-12-16T06:59:00.000-06:00

Ok, as of 1:30 am (McMurdo Time) my flight back to Christchurch is scheduled for tomorrow at 11am. If it flies, I will have a very brief stopover in Christchurch and then back to the U.S. Needless to say, I am excited and very hopeful.

So on my last day in Antarctica I spent the day mostly in bed, then on a short climb up to a peak overlooking McMurdo and the sound and then in a bar, saying my farewells to the continent. The hike was quite cool. Me and Bob Spotz, the machine shop guy from pole, walked up to the top of a nearby hill, Observation Point, for a look over the surrounding area. About the only point of interest was a large wooden cross that was erected in 1913 in honor of the men who lost their lives on the 1912 Scott expedition to the South Pole.

A view of the volcano, Mt. Erebus that looms large over McMurdo. You can tell its active by the ominous smoke rising from its peak!

The cross in Scott’s honor and Bob Spotz, looking like quite the adventurer.

Another picture of the cross.

McMurdo in all its glory …

The neighbors; the Kiwi (NZ) base located on the other side of the island. The currently functioning airstrip is right outside their base. Every Thursday night the Kiwi base hosts “American Night”. I hear the pub there is quite cool and I totally wanted to head over there last night, but had no company to join me.

Also, check out the cool panorama I took from up top at http://astro.uchicago.edu/~rfriedman/blog/panphotos/obspoint_pan03.

Well, I think that about wraps things up. I’m gonna be in Christchurch for no more than a night, so I don’t think there will be much more to report from there. Then it’s back to Chicago and off to Texas!!!! I can’t wait to get to San Angelo and finally see my tsartisa! It’s been an interesting time for sure, and maybe I’d even do it again. I’m not good at ending things, so I don’t know what to say. Thanks to everyone who read this and wrote comments. In fact, thanks a bunch cause those comments really helped me get through everything. Moreover, I’m sorry for not always answering back, it was mostly due to bad timing and lots of work.

I was thinking of starting a personal blog with pictures, articles and information from my everyday experiences. That would be very boring. Guess I’ll drop that.

Well, thanks again and I love all of you. Wish me luck on my flight tomorrow!

Yours Truly,
Robert “Buddy” Bryan Friedman
One Angry South Pole Elf

One Step Closer to Home

2005-12-15T06:12:00.000-06:00

Its 11:30, I’m sitting in the McMurdo Station computer lab on Ross Island, Antarctica. Five glasses of wine in me, I’m feeling profound. Tonight’s blog is dedicated to my father, Alex Friedman, forever in our hearts. Why, I’m not sure but he’s come up a bunch in the last few days and I figure its time to address it. It has something to do with what I’ve been reading obsessively the last few days, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” by Robert Persig. The book is about a father and son voyage through the heart of America, but its also about science, art and insanity (my favorite 3 subjects, in that order).

I’m sorry to have been absent from stage the last few days but the change in my condition has been profound and I needed some time to process it and take a deep breath. Wednesday afternoon (my time) I finally made it out of the South Pole on an LC-130 Hercules cargo prop plane. Once again I had the great fortune of sitting on the flight deck. Two pole flights in a row, it’s a very rare coincidence and I may be the only grantee ever to receive such treatment. This time though, I have to say I was a bit jaded. How much more of Antarctica could I possibly swallow. I was unimpressed by the glaciers and mountaintops peeking through miles of ice. I sat calmly with headphones in place, thinking of home and my tsaritsa.

Leaving the South Pole, I passed through the passenger terminal (hehehe).

Visible out the cockpit window, MAPO and QUaD, it was a bittersweet farewell.

Then the after a mid-air turnaround the station came into view. Below lay my entire world for a whole month. That was all I knew, its borders were as impenetrable as prison walls yet they were open and vast as an American prairie.

I sat uninterested until the volcano came into view. Wow. I once flew to Seattle for an astrophysics conference, back when I was actually productive and useful. As I flew across the vast northern Rocky Mountains I was impressed to say the least. I had crossed them once by car, but by plane their mass was awesome. Then I saw it, a bit further west, the volcano stood above like a king on a throne. Its shadow cast upon what looked now like foothills below. Mt. Rainier was nothing short of superior. This is how I now saw Mt. Erebus, the active volcano that looms over McMurdo and the Ross Sea.

It doesn’t look like much from the picture I am sure, but in the flight deck I was certain we would fly right into it, it was unavoidable like the night. Well funny enough, down here the night is quite avoidable and we landed safe and sound. I really have to give the pilots some credit though. The fog was pea soup thick, I was scared.

We landed, thank god we landed and a wave of peace passed over me as I disembarked from the plane. This time around we landed further south of the station than back in November. This is because the ice runway used in the beginning of the season starts to melt into the Ross Sea by this time of year. This allows naval icebreakers to make their way into the sound. The old runway gets too soft. This other runway was far enough away and difficult enough to reach to warrant a special transport, the Delta. A conservative estimate dates this vehicle to the 50s.

I keep thinking back to my time at pole. Its funny what seclusion can do to you. It drove me a little mad, as much as I am embarrassed to admit fault, I went a little nuts down there. More than anything it was the lack of control. I hate not being in control, I crave control, I need control. All I wanted was to do my own thing and walk off station, leave. I couldn’t and it made me claustrophobic. It made me crazy. Why was everyone else so passive? I felt like a wolf among sheep. It’s funny, every day that I was there it felt like eternity. There was never an end in sight. Now I think back, I can’t even remember the details. I’ve been gone for 2 days and it feels like I was never there! Was I in some trance?

Now as the hour turns it’s Friday. I was supposed to fly out today back to NZ and one step closer to home. This has now been delayed until Saturday. Somehow, I can wait now, somehow the stress and uneasiness of pole has passed over me and now I feel like I can wait. Not that I want to … believe me. To pass the time I have been reading, insanely. I probably spent 8 hours reading today, since I got up this morning until now except for meals. After dinner tonight I went to this cool coffee shop and wine bar just a few short steps from where I am staying. It’s just called the coffee house.

I just sat in a corner for 3 hours and read quietly to myself while drinking cabernet and listening to Death Cab. It was probably the best 3 hours I have had down here. I felt calm and at ease. The bartender even grew fond enough of my tips to give me an Australian tea-tree oil toothpick; it was good. Then they closed at 11, a bit early for my tastes but I had enough and was ready to leave really. So, I took a little walk outside and snapped some quick photos of my surroundings.

The peak in the background is called Observation Hill. It’s apparently the best view of the Island and sound available. Tomorrow I will hike up and see what I can see.

Ok, so what about my dad huh? Well I don’t know, but I have been thinking of him a lot since I got down here. I guess it all started with my brother telling me that my father would be proud of me for this. My dad proud of me, I suppose I don’t even know what that would be like! The whole thing about this trip has been that I was supposed to feel really special and unique for this opportunity. Yet, I don’t feel it. So many people I care about seem proud of me, or at least interested and amused. For some strange reason, the only person who I’d really like some praise from is him.

Today at dinner I sat with Bob the machine shop guy. That’s him in the Delta.

We got to talkin about our fathers. Bob’s real dad died on the Eastern front in World War II; a Russian. His stepfather a skilled mechanist trained in German concentration camps. I told him about my grandfather escaping from the siege of Leningrad and how chance-like my entire existence is, how it rides on some odd twists of fate. I told him what I knew about my father, not much. Athletic, a disc and jav champ when he was young. Musical, a sometimes rodie and later a jazz fanatic. Hard working, an automotive mechanic and businessman who in his glory days drove clients’ Porches and Lamborghinis for fun. A funny, strong and lovable man with many friends and a wonderful wife. Wood fires on a winter night, personal pint of Haagen–Daz and a Hockey game. Died when I was 13, same year the Rangers won the Stanley Cup.

Proud of me? Could that ever be true, what for? I guess I’ll never know but that’s what’s on my mind tonight as I write all this down for posterity.

See Ya!

2005-12-12T13:00:00.000-06:00

Ahhhhh, freedom! Clem finally got on a plane and left this evening. This was only after his flight was delayed then cancelled then changed to a new plane. Mostly due to weather in McMurdo, this has been the typical state of affairs here for the last week or so. Weather, I learned today, is also the reason there are still grantees backed up in McMurdo who had left the Pole last week. Not only that but my December 16th flight to Christchurch has been overbooked by at least 20ish people! This could mean trouble, but priority seating is given to grantees so at least I’ll probably get on a plane before some of the Raytheon personnel.

I also got word today that I will be allowed to leave Pole a day early on Wednesday. While this isn’t much earlier, it might be my salvation in the case of bad weather. If I get to McMurdo on Wednesday and then Pole flights are cancelled on Thursday I will certainly be a very happy person. If planes don’t fly from Pole on Thursday, then there is no way to make the Friday flight out of McMurdo and that’s the last flight till the 22nd. Well, of course flights can be cancelled on Wednesday and Thursday. Oh god, anyway this is all so complicated and unpredictable that there really is nothing you can do and no way of knowing what will be.

So, I’m at least happy to be on my own schedule again, no longer have to run after someone. Also, a lot was accomplished in the last 3 weeks so I am definitely feeling some sense of completion and satisfaction. I have a few things left to do tomorrow before I leave, but it’s definitely something I can get done!

Today was a pretty fun day and I spent most of it outside climbing around. The weather here (not at McMurdo …) the last 2 days has been nothing short of fantastic. Well, it wasn’t beach weather, but the temperature climbed to 3 degrees Fahrenheit, above zero, and with no wind! Man, I didn’t even have to zip up my coat or wear gloves! Of course I was still in double thick Carhart overalls with a fleece underneath. I guess I have gotten so accustomed to freezing at the very exposure to the air that it was fantastic to feel some air for a change.

We needed to make some measurements on the top edge of the ground shield that surrounds the telescope so I had to climb up a super high ladder and relay what I found by walkie talkie to someone controlling the telescope from inside. I get pretty scared of heights, but I managed to overcome for an awesome view of the station and the telescope. Here are some pictures I managed to snap while up top or during the rest of the day.

A nice view of where I work every day, the building near center, with the large wooden bowl on it the Martin A. Pomerantz Observatory (MAPO). That’s where QUaD is, in the bowl (ground shield).

This is a view of the telescope when it is pointing to the horizon. Obviously it can’t see that low because the ground shield blocks its view. The actual limit of its view in elevation is about 45 degrees but it is not limited in azimuth.

This is a view over the lip of the telescope’s ground shield, probably something like 4 stories or more above the ground. This is by far the highest view from a building down here, if you can get on top of a crane (and some have) you can get a little better view. The white structure to the right is a hot water drill. Its used to make holes for inserting a string detectors that are part of a particle experiment called “Ice Cube”. Ice Cube because these strings of detectors go 2.5 kilometers into the ground over an area 1-kilometer square. This makes a kilometer cubed giant ice cube under the South Pole!

You might also want to check out this panoramic photo … go to http://astro.uchicago.edu/~rfriedman/blog/panphotos and look at the groundshield_pan**.jpg files!

From left to right, John Kovac, Stanford graduate student Ed Wu and Clem Pryke. Clem is of course my advisor and John was once a student at UofC and now a postdoc at CalTech. John and Clem worked together to put up the original DASI experiment.

That me, in perspective.

The telescope!

Making the measurements from way up high.

Crazy Freaks

2005-12-10T12:57:00.000-06:00

I claimed in my South Pole Adventure blog that there were no tourists at the South Pole. Well, I guess I was wrong. Over the last few weeks we have received a few visitors. They are officially restricted from accessing the facilities here, with the exception of a guided tour and use of the airstrip. Well, some visitors do not need the airstrip.

Take these guys for instance.

I don’t remember the lead member’s name, but he was the first to ski across Antarctica. Dude, they’re doing it again. Look at this, there are just some crazy freaks camping out at the South Pole like its some kind of national park. They’ve got some weak ass tents, a sled and some skis. They pull all their own weight, plus gear, plus food. Dude, they cross the continent on skis. The only thing more amazing that I can think of is Forest Gump crossing the U.S. by foot.

Somehow their mere presence makes me feel like a total poser down here.

Anyway, I am hard at work as usual. I guess I managed to warm up to Clem, cause he agreed to take these pictures of me and even went so far as to make them look as good as possible, before yelling at me to hurry up and untie a knot. We were removing a protective cover that was added to the foam cone the other day while setting up some electronics inside it. Its supposed to be used to block UV sunlight from degrading the cone during the summer, but we used it to keep the temperature pretty stable.

So, Clem tried to get me out of here early, but it seems like flights from McMurdo to Christchurch are all booked up. So I am stuck on the Friday flight and leaving pole early would only result in a prolonged stay at McMurdo. That place sucks; the rooms are shared and bunked, the food was nasty, and the facilities are less than luxurious. I think I like it better down here. Still I’m not sure if taking one more step is a better idea or not. Suppose I wait it out till Thursday and the weather turns. Flights can still leave McMurdo but not here. I’m going to think it over, but maybe McMurdo isn’t so bad after all.

As for my glasses, they are dead. My only viable option at this point is to seek out an optometrist in Christchurch on my way home. Otherwise I can try to get something when I get back to Chicago, but I’m not sure I’ll be in a very motivated mood when I get back. At least the weather is great in New Zealand right now, so searching the city sounds ok by me.

I read in the NY Times the other day that some protesting villagers in China were gunned down in a crowd. It was the single largest government public shooting since Tiananmen. The story is that the Chinese government had apparently chosen this village as the site for a new coal plant or mine or some other terrible polluter. They also decided to fill the village’s bay in with land in order to expand the surrounding area to support the mine. Well, it turns out the villagers are all fishermen! Man, that’s capitalism for you huh? I guess in the police’s defense, the villagers were shooting fireworks at them.

Ok, I feel the end is near and my mood is lifting. Please pray that weather does not keep me from my return!

Oh, and I got a little frostbite on my nose!

Global Warming, Global Shwarming

2005-12-09T15:54:00.000-06:00

Hey, check out this pretty funny bit of Will Ferrel doing a Bush Special Announcement on Global Warming.

http://www.badmash.org/videos/videos_flv.php?v=e2a112005ferrell384K_Stream.flv&t=Will%20Ferrells%20Dubya%20on%20Global%20Warming

This comes by way of my friend Vasilis.

North Pole My Butt!!!

2005-12-08T13:35:00.000-06:00

Oh man oh man. I thought I had seen the worst of SPAM. Ungodly offers and requests for products and services of all kinds of debaucherous trash. Yet, to my shock and awe, today I received an offer for this!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!

While this did get me thinking that I should have started a similar program from here, I was shocked. Does the sender of the garbage know who I am? I have the right mind to destroy this person ... Santa ... HA!

Ok, thats enough, but I would like to draw your attention to a couple of items I found particularly amusing. First, if your child is old enough to read and still believes in Santa, then I pity your child. Believe me, it will grow up to be a pathetic loser, I know this from first hand experience. Second, if they are old enough to read, then I think the Alaska postal address may just tip them off. Thirdly, isn’t claiming that Santa himself will sign this a bit of false advertising? Finally, what is the difference between the traditional and Christian versions? Isn't Christmas a traditional Christian holiday?

I am one angry South Pole elf aren't I?

Get Me Out Of Here!

2005-12-08T12:27:00.000-06:00

So another week draws to a close and my escape approaches. The only thing that stands between my freedom and me is one more weekend. Well, assuming of course the work is finished, the weather is good, my advisor lets me leave early, and there is room on a plane. I’m officially scheduled to leave Thursday the 15th, but things are looking good on the telescope and I could be out of here on Monday the 12th when my advisor leaves too.

The scary thing is that there has not been a flight in or out since Tuesday. The weather here and at McMurdo has been pretty bad this week. This means there is a backlog of people and equipment that is supposed to move back and forth but isn’t. Normally it would be no big deal, but it turns out that the last flight out of pole until after the holidays is on the 15th! Oh man, there is no way I’m staying here after the 15th, I swear it even if I have to walk across this damn continent and swim home.

In other news, my glasses broke today! Yeah, this is a real bummer especially since I have no spare pairs and the approaching holidays means it’s going be hard to find the time to replace them. With no glasses I can manage to move around, read large signs and generally survive. Still, I can’t see very far and this would make my time in New Zealand a lot less exciting and visually stunning. I’m not sure what I am going to do to fix this problem. Right now I have the MAPO machine shop guy, Bob Spotz, working on it. I tried to glue it with epoxy last night, but that failed. So Bob’s gonna try a stronger glue (stycast). I think I might have to just head back to Chicago and replace them ASAP or maybe its just time to switch to contacts. Clem suggested I try to do this in NZ.

I thought I would take a few lines and answer some questions I recently saw in my blog comments …

1) “hey hey, where are the penguins?” and “Yeah! I want some penguins too.”

For the last time, there are no penguins on the South Pole. The South Pole is like 800 miles from the coast, its -80 in the winter, there is no food and there is no water. Unless penguins evolve opposable thumbs and learn to manipulate tools, I don’t foresee the presence of penguins at the South Pole, ever. Ok, well maybe if the ice cap melts.

At this point I have heard the same question so many times that even if I see a penguin, I will never show it to anyone! This is purely to spite you, my reader. Yes, I am fully aware that since my writing is for your attention, I in fact spite myself in doing this. Still, I spite you nonetheless, although I am not by nature a spiteful person. (Sorry, trying to do a little Dostoyevsky).

A telling aside; the other day we were at dinner (some beakers and some polies … guess what group I’m in …) and discussing how devoid of animal life this place is, not even a fly. It was decided that the station needed a pet! I of course voted for a big sloppy dog, some jerk suggested a stupid cat. Then I had a thought, why not melt out a little pond and fill it with penguins. That seemed to make some people interested. Then Clem chimed in,

“Dude, I’ve totally been thinking about this for a while now. What we really need here is a South Pole Station Polar Bear. That would add some excitement to your day huh? Think about it, every time someone has to walk outside, it’s a fight for their lives.”

This is my advisor.

2) “Did you eat penguin for Thanksgiving?”

No, we ate American food duh … turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, casserole, sled dog, and Antarctic seal.

3) “How have you not gone crazy yet?”

Um, I think I have actually. I’ve gone completely nuts down here. Every day I have this feeling like I’m trapped down here and I will never leave. When I’m awake I can’t sleep, when I sleep I can’t wake up. I think I’m about ready to kill my advisor. I’ve gained 500 pounds. I’m extremely home sick and lonely. I want the sun to die, fall into this land of ice and snow and turn black.

I think so far this experience has been a valuable lesson. It’s not really like its so bad and harsh here. I mean I’m usually warm, rested and well fed. What I’m starved of most here is a good conversation, a good laugh, something non-science related, nighttime, exposure to culture, clothes other than Carhart overalls and most of all a good hug. I guess I’ve learned that some people are good at being alone and some people aren’t. I’m not. That’s not necessarily a good thing; I need to work on it. Then again, I think it’s not a bad thing that I appreciate and need those things in my life, no?

Ok, well I leave you with some cool pictures I took today and yesterday. These are of a really cool snow dune that has formed behind the station. The blowing wind over the edge of the dune created an overhang that looks something like a breaking snow wave. Check it out.

Oh and one last thing … Congrats to all my UofC peeps on another quarter under your belt! Hope you have fun wherever you end up this winter break, I know I’m going to when I get back!

What I've Been Doing

2005-12-08T12:07:00.000-06:00

The last week I’ve been working on this mechanism that allows us to change the position of our secondary mirror. This amounts to “focusing” our telescope. In the original design it was not clear as to how much temperature changes would cause the foam cone to expand and contract. Well after some difficulties this past year, we have chosen to make our focus adjustable. So the apparatus that is shown in the pictures below is precisely the mechanism to make it so.

I have been working on assembling this piece. It was manufactured in our machine shop in Chicago, I helped some there too but mostly my advisor designed it. The mechanism consists of two metal rings connected in three places with electric stepper motors and steel shafts that run through linear bearings. The shafts provide the rigidity and the linear bearings slide along on the shafts allowing the plates to separate or combine smoothly. The stepper motors provide the motion of the plates and the vertical support. Stepper motors drive a screw that pushes the plates together or apart.

There are also two limit switches on the side of the rings that prevent them from separating too far or slamming together. These are Hall effect probes. They are activated when a magnetic or ferrous material is passed through the two magnets inside the probe. Metal passing through magnets can create currents; in this case a voltage is induced via the Hall effect.

Suspended on and within the rings is a calibration source. This is just a blackbody source of microwave radiation that can be exposed to the detector in a controlled manner. A mirror is flipped in and out of the detector’s line of sight, reflecting this radiation. There is also a polarizing grid that is rotated in front of the blackbody creating a polarized source to test our detector with. Since this apparatus sits atop the foam cone and we cannot send wires back and forth, a small IR transmitter/receiver is used to control the equipment; much like a remote control for your T.V.. Finally, a rechargeable battery that must be replaced a few times a week powers all of the equipment.

Ok, check out some of the pictures of this thing. I put most of it together from pre-fabricated pieces, designed the limit switch setups and did almost all the wiring from scratch. The wiring was the best part; I hooked up all the little connectors and sub-connectors and fastened everything down neatly.

This is a front side view of the focus mechanism. Front right are a motor and a linear bearing, front left is the IR transmitter, then the polarized grid rotator and behind that the flip mirror then the control box with the circuit board that runs the thing. To the right and a little in front of the control box is the battery.

This is a view of the focus mechanism from the top and the next one is from the back. In the back view, the limit switches are visible at front right.

This is a close-up view of the flip mirror. The actual mirror is a small disc suspended by nylon thread inside the metal frame. The next photo is the flip mirror, flipped down into the field of view of the telescope detector (when its in the telescope).

A view of the limit switches; when the black sensors move up or down, the steel pieces slip inside and trip the switch stopping the plate.

Finally, a close-up view of some of the wiring I did to make the whole thing run!

The last piece of info is that the mirror would be mounted on the underside of this mechanism, facing downwards so that the shiny curved side is looking down towards the primary dish below. So that’s the product of some of my labor while I have been down here. Totally boring huh? Actually, its quite satisfying when everything starts to work as planned and designed, but incredibly frustrating otherwise!

Long Time No Hear ... From Me.

2005-12-03T07:03:00.000-06:00

Hello. I know it’s been a whole week since I last put anything up, but it’s been busy. This week was full of setbacks and hurdles, but it looks like things will be ok in the end. The equipment we were using to measure our mirrors died on us. So we had to open it up and fiddle with the circuitry. In the end, it came back to life and I spent the end of the week re-calibrating it so we could use it. That was mostly it, a lot of tedious and boring work during the day and some movies at night.

Today was a little interesting, the winds picked up and the snow followed in suit. It was quite beautiful really. Passing below you close to the ground was a constant stream of white. The winds blow here ceaselessly, with no respite. It’s like a river of air sweeping past you, constant. The snow follows like smoke trails in wind tunnels; little streams of white sweep past your feet. Looking up sparkles fill the air as bits of snow that have become airborne reflect the sunlight in all directions. The effect is even more astonishing higher in the sky. All the windblown snow reflects the sunlight into a rainbow halo around the sun.

Quite un-poetically, these rainbows are referred to as sun-dogs. I managed to snap a few shots of this effect. The key to catching the sun dogs is to block out the much brighter sunlight. So I walked around finding various objects to do this with.

The new station, my home.

The Anarchist snow dog.

This one is a bit interesting cause if you look close, you can see two halos, one above the red siren and a faint one above and left of the black flag.

I always new I was the chosen one.

Here I used part of the telescope to do the shielding. This picture is particularly good cause you can see some common snow dog features well. Notice that at the top of the halo there is a little upward curving arc. Also at the right and left quadrants, there are bright spots. These all have to do with intersecting lines of sight and different ice crystal sizes and structures. There is a whole science to it I am completely ignorant of.

Today I am doing a teleconference with some of my Space Explorer students back in Chicago. I’ve prepared a PowerPoint presentation for them about my experiences getting down here and living here the last 3 weeks or so. You can find the presentation at

http://astro.uchicago.edu/~rfriedman/npx_telecon/

or see a website version at

http://astro.uchicago.edu/~rfriedman/npx_telecon/osp_telecon051203.html

Anyway, I’m feeling a little sad that a whole week has gone before me with little to show for it. Maybe it’s just natural to feel this way after all the adventure and discovery of the previous 2 weeks. I guess life was just a little crazy for a while, and now its getting settled again. I know, you can’t get much crazier than the South Pole, but as hard as it is to believe, the more time that passes here the less shocking it all seems.

Four Postings and a Funeral

2005-11-27T11:30:00.000-06:00

Hi guys, I just added a lot of content this Sunday. I had some free time and free time is not as easy to come by anymore. So, start at the bottom and work your way up.

Oh, and mom don’t get worried. Nobody has died (yet); the name of this post is just a pun on a movie title. I was being witty and poorly at that.

Working Hard

2005-11-27T11:20:00.000-06:00

Finally, I am working again. By that I mean I really haven’t been for the last year or so. Not to say that I didn’t accomplish anything, I certainly I did some things that I am very proud of. Still, I guess the last year hasn’t brought me any closer to my goal of graduating with a Ph.D. in astrophysics.

Since Clem arrived, I’ve been busy. In the week that I was here alone, I messed around here and there with a few things, but I guess I didn’t really make any big steps, more prep for when he got here than anything else. Well, the last four days or so were long and productive. Our main goal right now is to replace the secondary mirror of the telescope with a new one. I explain (or will explain) this in some more detail in the other blog (A South Pole Adventure). Well, in order to properly install the new mirror, we have to make sure that we place it in the same location as the current one. This is not a simple task given the versatility, or lack thereof, of the foam cone mount. To further complicate things, the new secondary mirror has been fashioned in such a way as to counter an unexpected and unwanted warp in our primary.

In order to make these measurements, we are using a contact coordinate measuring machine, CMM for short and more aptly referred to as the “romer arm”. The romer arm looks much like an arm and has about the reach of a long human arm. At the end of the romer arm is a probe, in our case a ruby ball (made of real ruby for durability). The romer arm works by touching points on a surface with the tip of the probe. The (x,y,z) coordinates of the point probed are then recorded by the machine. Actually, the machine is a little more complicated than that; it really records the angles of the all the joints in the arm. Its kina like how in order to pick up a pencil, your brain tells your shoulder joint to rotate some amount, then your elbow, your wrist and finally your knuckles.

Here is a picture of the romer. It’s mounted upside down here in order to measure the bottom of a part of the telescope. We flip it around to get up into the mirror.

So, I had to climb up into the telescope with this machine, mounted on a special adaptor, and probe out a bunch of points on the primary and existing secondary to properly determine their separation and orientation. The opening in the primary mirror that I had to squeeze through was just a tad bit narrower than my shoulder width and I was standing at first on a 4x4 later on a plywood plank, 4 feet or so above the bottom of the telescope, more than 10 feet above the platform below the telescope. I’m afraid of heights, its true.

Clem went up first to give it a try.

The plank modification…

Measuring the secondary mirror…

Measuring the primary mirror…

Gratuitous photo of my handsome self…

My attempt to take a “scary” picture of myself. Later I realized that these days, I look pretty scary in bright light too.

Nobody else could possibly fit up there; most of those pictures were taken with a timer.

I have some data on the existing setup and probably will have to get a little more. Then the next task is to install the secondary mirror.

Thanksgiving Festivities

2005-11-27T11:16:00.000-06:00

The morning of our Thanksgiving dinner this Saturday, I thought to myself, “What in Gods name is there to be thankful for down here”. I thought this as I stood about 6 feet above the platform inside the telescope, balancing on a 4x4 wooden beam, and half my body protruding through an opening narrower than my shoulder width through the center of the telescope main mirror. Its cold, its desolate, its lonely, I’m working on a weekend.

I managed to wrangle myself loose from the telescope around 2pm and head back to the station. After a one and a half minute shower and a fresh change of clothes, I was ready to eat some turkey. The dinner here was split into 3 seatings, 3:30, 5:30 and 7:30. This was mostly to accommodate more people than could fit into the galley. We were supposed to sign up for our seating about a week ahead of time. I squeezed Clem into the last 5:00 slot since he wasn’t here yet, and settled for 3:30 for myself. I think he appreciated it. Although it’s an early dinner, it turned out for the best. Two other graduate students I have become friendly with were also at this seating.

The galley was turned into an makeshift banquet hall, complete with string lighting, candles in wine bottles, white table cloths and a wine bar with proper stewards. Out in the hall a folk band played as we sampled delicious hors’devours; smoked salmon with herb cream cheese, a cheese platter featuring a fancy moldy cheese, baked bre, and a great artichoke dip. After a little socializing, we were escorted to our tables. I sat at the head of the table with the CMB crew, two grad student friends of mine to my right and three guys from the University of Chicago astrophysics department to my left.

The meal opened with a short welcome from the station director, with a very well deserved thank you to the kitchen staff. Then the science director from NSF, Valdamir, gave a toast to the station in broken English and a heavy Russian accent. It was hard to understand him precisely, but the gist of it was that we were all to be thankful for the accommodations we have in such a harsh environment and for the people who came before us that made it all possible. Then we ate. The food was awesome, roast and smoked turkey breast with stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, all the standards in all the right ways. A silky pumpkin pie topped off the meal and I was stuffed.

Dinner was followed by about 4 hours of standard South Pole Station activity, aimless and lethargic lounging around and watching movies or people doing nothing. I caught the last half of The Big Lebowski in the video lounge and then hung around the game room watching some guy slaughter everyone in his path, ala table tennis. The paddles were his weapons and he was ruthless. I talked to a few new people and made some friends I think.

Over the last 2 weeks, I have managed to become at least friendly with a number of people here. This is a difficult task since very little interaction is afforded between the grantees and the rest. Yet, I’m slowly beginning to develop a clearer picture of the demographics down here. There are more people here at pole that are involved in a non-professional capacity than I would have expected. A good number of them are here as GA’s, something I believe probably stands for General Assistant. They are here to do odds and ends type work for the season. I think for most, its something crazy and adventurous to do for a few months before moving on to a more career oriented path. Like a really nice girl I met last night named Jodi. Before pole she was a Habitat for Humanity coordinator in Fort Lauderdale. Now she told me she shovels snow and drives a shuttle here. When she’s done she wants to get a masters and become an educator.

Jodi and a few of her friends were headed to summer camp for a little more fun. You may remember “Summer Camp” from a few postings ago. They official name is the Jamesways, in honor of someone named James I think. Summer Camp is a collection of Korean War era military canvas tent-like barracks. Of course, these could only be used during the summer season, winter creep right through them. This is where most of the people here live, the ones who aren’t here for scientific research explicitly. Obviously then, its where most of the fun happens. Ed Wu, the other grad student on QUaD, and I headed over there around 9ish.

The Summer Camp lounge was way cool! It was inside one of these canvas barracks and was decorated modestly with a few old couches, a table tennis table and a makeshift bar.

After a failed attempt to join a table tennis game of 4, I parked myself at the bar. The bartender was a cool guy from Dayton, Ohio, a horrible place, by the name of Aaron. He was here for plumbing, but had studied automotive repair outside Chicago.

“So, watcha got back there barkeep?” I asked most honestly expecting some surprise!
“You can call me Goldie,” he replied donning a curly blond wig, contrasting nicely with his bushy brown beard, “and this here’s Goldie’s Bar. Tonight we’ve got two specials, which one you’d like, Jack or Shit?”

I was quickly reminded that beverage options at the pole were less than optimal. Yet, I was pleasantly surprised moments later with a very generous offer of 17-year aged single malt scotch! A truly rare find that was cleverly smuggled in against regulations by a kind fellow whose name escapes me now. I hung out at the bar a while longer than Ed who left before midnight. While people were friendly, I still didn’t feel comfortable enough to let loose and party. So I finally packed it in and headed home a little after midnight. Returning to Station, I found people still drinking and dancing in the galley.

“Hey buddy, we’re going sledding after this, you wanna come,” one of the stragglers offered kindly.
“Nah, I’m beat, I think Ill hit the sack early tonight, but you guys have fun!” I declined.
“Ok, man, take it easy.” He turned to his friend, “ … hey dude, lets go, but first we’ve gotta find some ladies!”

With that I walked away, not quite sober, definitely full and feeling little sentimental.

In retrospect, I guess I really do have a lot to be thankful for. This is certainly an interesting and unique experience. I’m meeting people I’d probably otherwise never be exposed to in a social setting. I’m living in perhaps one of the most remote places possible besides the space station. I’m participating in a science research project that’s unfolding yet a few more of the boundless secrets of our universe. Still, only after less than 3 weeks, I miss my home, my friends, my family, my turtle and my tsaritchka. I can’t wait to see them all again soon.

Hero Shot

2005-11-27T10:45:00.000-06:00

Having finally made a friend or two, I got someone to photograph me. So without further ado, I present my interpretation of the gratuitous South Pole “hero shot”.

Thank You.

The End.

Notes from Underground, Part 1.

2005-11-27T10:31:00.000-06:00

My dear reader, the last time I shared with you my explorations, they were of the surface. Now it is time for me to go underground…

‘I wanted "peace," to be left alone in my underground world. Real life oppressed me with its novelty so much that I could hardly breathe.’ – Fyodor Dostoevsky

I entered the tunnels through the silver tower stairwell on the east end of the new station, fondly and aptly dubbed the “beercan”.

The entrance to the underground was 2 stories or so below the surface.

I proceeded cautiously through the tunnels. Overhead and to my side were power and communication cables and pipes, some looked like water delivery and some looked like sewage. I had no idea where this was leading me!

Then something caught my eye … the pipes turned to my right and I noticed in the distance, a narrow entrance hidden from view, intriguing!

The door was marked with a stern warning prohibiting me from proceeding. I was alone, and the Danger sign seemed serious. As tempted as I was to sneak through, I erred on the side of caution. I know what you are thinking, where is your sense of adventure! Please, do not loose faith my friend, I’m going back!

Well, there wasn’t much more to see past the mystery tunnel. At the end of the service tunnel was a path to the dome and an exit through the maintenance garage.

Through this tunnel lies the dome. The orange building ahead is actually the gym. I wanted to take a few shots, but there were a few girls working out, and I didn’t want to seem like a perv.

This way leads back to the surface through the maintenance garage tubes.

Well, that was a bit of a disappointment for you I am sure, although plenty of fun for me to explore. Still, I don’t mean to disappoint, especially not you. So, I’m going back to the tunnel. I have heard some rumors that it leads to the rodwell, our source of drinking water. Apparently it also leads to the sewage dump, right next to the rod well. Good thing nothing outside stays liquid for very long.

Panoramics

2005-11-24T12:09:00.000-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving!

I added a new post to spadventure about the climate and weather at the South Pole. It was based on a science talk given here last weekend. Its not complete, but there is some cool information you might want to check out. Visit Antarctic Climate and South Pole Weather.

Also, I have been assembling panoramas little by little. I mentioned them in a previous post, but the link I provided was broken and the pictures weren't displaying when I tried them. I fixed this and now you can view the full size files at

http://astro.uchicago.edu/~rfriedman/blog/panphotos/

Or you can check out these smaller versions with descriptions.

The view out onto McMurdo Sound, the ice runway is on the right. McMurdo sound melts in the mid summer season and allows for the passage of US Coast Gaurd ice breaker ships. Many of these are somewhat out of shape, so this year they will welcome a 50% larger Russian boat. McMurdo Sound is the port of entry from NZ and lies on the edge of the Ross Ice Shelf, which does not ever melt.

Another view from McMurdo, from atop a ridge, looking out over the edge of the Ross Ice Shelf.

A panaorama of the main portion of the South Pole Station grounds. I took this atop a giant snow pile.

This picture almost worked out, if it werent for the pesky French and German flags being in two places at once! I thought those guys worked this out already.

A view from out in the Dark Sector where MAPO is located. The Dark Sector is called that because its the part of station that is supposed to be isolated for the best Astronomical research environment.

Tons of stuff has been going on around the telescope. I have pictures of that and the rest of the grounds that I still havent posted. Ill try to get that on tonight, along with a posting on spadventure regarding the QUaD telescope. Oh, and in case you were worried, Ill be having turkey and fixins on Saturday (tomorrow). Have a Happy and Safe Holiday with your friends and loved ones!

Antarctic Splendor

2005-11-22T12:36:00.000-06:00

Today I made progress. Well, at least progress for me. I am currently trying to mount a distance sensor inside the telescope to measure our mirror separation. While analyzing some data from the sensor I realized something very interesting about it. The way the sensor works is by measuring the reflection of sound pulses off of some target. The travel time of the pulse, plus the speed of sound in the air, gives you the distance. The speed of sound is sensitive to the temperature of the air. So this device is designed to measure the temperature and adjust. Yet, if the air temperature varies rapidly, the sensor does not equilibrate fast enough and produces some error. For temperature changes due to the weather, this shows up as a drift in the distance measured on the timescale of hours. If the change were due to air turbulence in the line of sight between the sensor and target, this would result in rapid fluctuations and a spread in the position.

So, I thought all the noise in my data was due only to the air turbulence. What I discovered today though, was that while this was still true, my sensor was actually measuring 3 different points, each with their own spread, that appear to blend together. I’m not sure what to do now, but at least I’ve made progress! Anyway, that was boring.

A very funny thing happened today, well funny in a South Pole sort of way. After dinner I went to the store and picked up a movie to watch tonight, American Splendor. As I made my way back to my room, I decided to peek into the lounge and see if anyone was watching a movie in there. There was only one dude, a nicer older guy, and he appeared to watching something reminiscent of a Jane Austen novel. Well, I was drawn in for about a minute due to some sexual tension in the film that might have yielded something interesting.

(ahem … I don’t know how to do dialogue well, so bear with me …)

“So, whatcha watching here?” I say to the dude.
“Hmmm, you know, I don’t know. I came in and it was just playing.” He replied, himself confused. “I was just waiting for it to heat up!”
“Ha, me too!” I laughed.

Well, it turned out to be a bit of an oddball British comedy; sort of mocking the Jane Austen genre. It was about an upper class degenerate British family in the early 1900’s vacationing in Italy and India. The daughter sleeps with the servant, gets pregnant, almost marries an obviously homosexual family friend, but the servant interrupts at the last minute and wins her hand. Blatant sexist, classist and mildly racist humor chalk full of good ole British wit.

Ok, so that’s not the funny thing. The funny thing is that one at a time; these big smelly dudes start filing in and getting all into it!

“Hey, whatcha guys watchin?”
“Um, we don’t know, its British.”
“Oh, huh, whats happenin …”
“The girl thinks she’s preganant”
“Oh, but its not his?”
“It is, it is … shhhh!”

HAHAHAHA. Man, it was great; everyone was laughing at this totally absurd silly romantic comedy. In the end, we checked the movie title (only after rewinding … it was a VHS cassette), “Stiff Upper Lip”. HAHAHAHA.

So I also walked through these creepy tunnels the other day and still haven’t mentioned them or posted pictures. I will, but not now. I’m tired.

Oh yeah, American Splendor was a really really really good movie. I’ve seen a lot of good movies lately, but this one stands out. It’s about a regular guy.

Sony DRM Software and you

2005-11-21T18:13:00.000-06:00

ok ok ok,

I know this post and the last have little to do with the South Pole, Im sorry. As soon as things pick up down here, Ill get back to business.

Anyway, definitely go check this out ASAP,
http://www.cnet.com/4520-6033_1-6376177-1.html?tag=cnetfd.ld
the link came way of my brother, Misha.

Now, I know most of you are smart enough to have found ways around ever buying a pop music CD again anyway, or dont listen to stuff that would involve this issue. Nonetheless, Its pretty messed up! I for one, will never buy another sony product again, at least until there is some official appology. Its one thing if they make it explicit through press releases and product packaging, but this sort of cladestine consumer control is rediculous.

In other news, Clem's flights out of Christchurch were turned back 2 days in a row due to bad weather at McMurdo. So, he's not even on antarctica as of this post. I am trying to remain productive in spite of his absence, but am beginning to get anxious. Who would have ever thought that I would be anxious to see Clem again ;)

Gattaca

2005-11-20T15:53:00.000-06:00

So, there is a very interesting article in the NY Times today about genetic prenatal testing, abortion, and human selective genetic modification.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/20/weekinreview/20harmon.html?hp=&pagewanted=print

Although, as it states clearly, we are not yet at a point where embryos are being engineered, genetic modification is now a reality through prenatal testing and selective abortion. This cuts very deep into social ethics and the future of man. I don’t have much time to elaborate on the subject, or be eloquent with my thoughts, but here are some brief comments. The article avoids much discussion about abortion rights, or the ethics of aborting purely out of preference, so I will too. The main points as I see then are two-fold.

First, the popularization of prenatal testing followed by selective abortion paints a bleak future for disabled people currently fighting for social acceptance and scientific research into their conditions. A marginalization of the disabled population is inevitable given new social attitudes towards the very necessity of the existence of such a population, and through the gradual decrease in the percentage of the very people that make up this population. On both points I agree and am also concerned. It is important that no subset of our society is made to feel obsolete or unaccepted. Of course, unfortunately we still have much progress to make in order to make this true today anyway.

Second, the use of selective abortion based on prenatal test results leads to less genetic diversity and a less varied population, which is a bad thing for our future. I’m not sure if I totally agree here, I would think in some cases yes, but in others no. It may be an ignorant assumption, but I would suspect that in less favorable circumstances than those that are afforded in modern times, the disabled population would find it much more difficult to survive and have families. That is to say, it is the benefit of medicine and modern social attitudes that may allow the disabled population to thrive. Now this is a thought I have had in the past and is somewhat relevant here. Isn't the use of medicine actually very dangerous to our evolution as a species? If we find cures to diseases and disabilities through artificial means, doesn’t that undermine our species ability to cope with those diseases or disabilities through natural selection?

Well, I think I have entered very dangerous ground here, and I don’t want to make any inflammatory or ignorant comments (maybe too late). Like anyone else, I care for my family and friends and would do anything within my means to make their lives comfortable through the benefit of medicine and social acceptance. I am a selfish human like us all! Oh and the title is a reference to a not so amazing movie that I still love anyway. It’s about genetics and space exploration ;)

My Weekend’s Over

2005-11-20T13:29:00.001-06:00

It’s about 10:50 on Sunday night down here, and of course the sun is still shining bright as noon. I’m in a bit of a sentimental mood, just watched “Legends of the Fall” for the first time. Now I’m drowning my sorrows in a cup of Celestial Seasonings Sleepy Time tea listening to Neil Young.

So, I guess life down here has settled into a routine. I can breathe, I can sleep, and I can get dressed to go out in under 5 minutes. I’ve decorated some, a couple of pictures of Zarah on my wall and one of my pictures from the Botanical Gardens; green is amazing. I’ve managed to do a little work here and there although I’m still waiting for Clem to arrive, my advisor and overlord. He’s due in on Tuesday. A delay is not unlikely as temperatures here have dropped about 20 degrees from the beautiful -20’s we enjoyed on Saturday, the winds kicked up too, close to 20 knots and you can see the wind blown snow like fog on the horizon.

So, this weekend proved interesting, mostly because of the shipment of booze that arrived on Saturday and went on sale that night. Like everything else down here, it was rationed out. A resident of South Pole station is allowed 1 bottle of hard liquor, or 1 six-pack of “fancy” beer or 2 six-packs of the “not so fancy” beer. I’m no lush and I’d like to think I have a little class so I went with the six of Bass, my fancy pants allowance. Very reasonable prices I must note. My Bass set me back $7, but the real steal was the Captain Morgan at $10.

Now, we are all aware of the vast wonders of intoxication, I sure am. Yet, the term “social lubricant” became freakishly obvious to me as the station started to throw a few back. Not that this is an unfriendly place; I wouldn’t say that. People are generally friendly here. Still, the normal socialization level here isn’t exactly that of an MTV Spring Break house. Most people work long, cold, hard days here. When they get in, its for food and rest. Well a few drinks in and people started chatting, laughing, flirting, running around, and dancing. For a few hours last night, I almost forgot I was in the middle of a vast and frozen hell.

We were all gathered in the galley. They were screening some films that station residents had filmed in the past 2 years as part of the annual film festival (now 2 years running). It was meant to inspire people to get involved this year. Man, there were some crazy films. Someone had the stroke of brilliance to remake “The Red Balloon”. Amazingly done, the red contrasting so well against the striking white and blue background.

It was fun really. I met a cool dude from Montana who was working as a carpenter here. He actually came down on the same flight from McMurdo as I did. I actually remembered him because he wasn’t wearing his fleece hat like all the rest on the plane. Instead he replaced it with a really nice black cowboy hat. I told him about how much I loved camping in Glacier National Park with my sister a few years back (can you believe how long Jenya?) and how Steinbeck had called Montana the “Crown of the Continent”. I think it got to him.

Sadly, I didn’t anticipate the magnitude of the event and left my camera in my room.

Needless to say today was a quiet one, some recovery necessary from the night before. The natural dehydration from the climate doesn’t exactly mesh well with the induced dehydration from alcohol; I woke up with cotton in my mouth and sandpaper on my lips. I made some really cool panoramic pictures today by stitching together a number of photos from the last few days. You should check them out at http://astro.uchicago.edu/~rfriedman/blog/panphotos/, they should be up by the end of the day. Some are better than others. I am particularly proud of the one of the station.

I took that one on a walk Saturday. I managed a snowmobile ride from MAPO back to station so I had some extra energy to spend. I walked all the way out to the limits of the station. I have no idea what direction I was going, since technically every way is north and I have no idea how they reconcile that here. Anyway, the way I went was past some construction shops (carpenter, electrician, etc. headquarters) and then a huge cargo area. The cargo “berms” were ridiculous. Huge stacks of lumber, old equipment from now decommissioned experiments, new equipment for those just starting; I’d estimate it being a quarter mile square. I stopped when I reached the satellite communications radar facility, a huge white sphere that looks like it’s a prop from Spaceballs, and turned back. As usual, I took plenty of pictures, so here is a sample.

My first stop was the old station, under the Dome. The buildings under the dome are ~20 feet below the snow.

Being inside the Dome was pretty cool actually, although I have to admit it doesn’t really come out that well in pictures.

On the surface, walking around the station grounds is a little treacherous. People are constantly whizzing by on snowmobiles and it’s really a big construction zone here, not to mention an airfield too. Here is a bulldozer dragging a sled to “pave” the snow.

I absolutely loved this when I saw it. If you didn’t notice yet, the buildings here are a bit too functional. I really liked these guys’ sign … if you cant see, it reads “South Pole Electric, 1st .. and only.”

So I have no idea what berm means, but I guess it’s the dry land equivalent of dock?

These berms go on forever with so much stuff! I couldn’t fit it all in on picture, but here is an idea.

The end of my walk was the satellite radar facility on the right. The arch on the left Is a shelter for vehicles on bad weather days.

I guess, these guys have a little good humor in them, although there is something a little twisted about a scrap metal Christmas tree.

Finally, this is where the hard-core people live. Its called “summer camp” since living inside these canvas covered barracks would not be possible during the winter here. Of course none of the geeks live here; we get the cushy accommodations. Well, I’m not complaining.

I’ve also managed to watch some great movies the last few days; Cool Hand Luke, The Good the Bad and the Ugly, Crash (last half), 9 to 5, Legends of the Fall. I have to recommend The Good the Bad and the Ugly. It’s absolutely amazing. Ok, time for bed.

Moving About

2005-11-17T14:34:00.000-06:00

First of all, good news! I finally got a towel today and I'm gonna take my first shower in 4 days. Now, I know that sounds totally gross, but its not my fault. We were told when we first arrived that we were only allowed 2 2-minute showers a week. So, I figured I would take showers every 3-4 days right. Well, I just learned yesterday that this really means 4 minutes a week, so I can take 4 1-minute showers! Its doable, turn the water on to get wet, turn it off and soap up, turn it back on and rinse. Also, I forgot to pack a towel, so I had to buy one today.

Secondly, go right away and check out my South Pole Virtual Tour on the other blog.

Thirdly, I made it out to the telescope the last 2 days. The first day I was still very tired and woozy, so I didnt accomplish too much. Yesterday was a much better day and I was finally feeling like myself again. I went out and did a number of things. Most fun of all, I got to climb inside and around outside the telescope. During the summer here we have to cover the foam cone on the telescope in order to prevent damage from the very intense sun. For some reason, the cover had blown or fallen off, so with the help of John Kovac (one of the guys who worked on DASI, the original telescope) we put it back on.

In case you have no idea why I am here, let me give you a quick explanation. For the last 2 years, I have been working off and on with the telescope QUaD. This telescope is designed to measure microwave radiation from the early universe. The pattern of this radiation is very interesting. We see microwave emission coming from all directions on the sky, surrounding us, all at almost the same temperature. This tells us that at some point, the universe was very smooth and matter was evenly distributed. If it were perfectly smooth, then there would be no seeds for the structure we see today (such as galaxies and stars) to grow from. So there must be some small deviation from smoothness. In fact, we see this very small deviation when we look very carefully. QUaD is designed to look about as carefully as anyone has yet. The acronym QUaD stands for Quest and DASI. Quest is the name of the receiver and DASI was another microwave telescope that was here a few years ago. QUaD is the synthesis of these two instruments. Here is a picture of the telescope, taken last year by someone else on top of a crane …

There are a few details in this picture. First there is a giant metal mirror looking dish. This is not actually part of the telescope, it is a “ground shield” that deflects stray radiation from the receiver and blocks ground contamination, radiation emitted from the ground. The actual telescope is the green and white box in the middle, with a metal dish on top covered by a white foam cone. The dish is much like a satellite dish outside someone’s home. It has a main dish, and then a secondary mirror suspended above it by the foam cone. My main contribution was the foam cone! I helped build it during the summer of 2004.

Now, here are some pics of me running around the telescope!

This is a reflection of me from the mirrored surface of the ground shield. You can see me in all my gear, and the telescope in the background.

That’s me looking triumphant in front of my baby!

John Kovac trying to get a picture of the inside of the telescope through a small opening on the top. Incidently, the telescope is pointed at the horizon here to make it easier for us to cover it.

John had to climb up on top of the thing to throw down the cover so I could wrap it around. I had to cede the cool jobs to him, he built most of it before I even applied to grad school.

Now some gratuitous shots of me frozen …

So yeah, make sure you check out my South Pole Virtual Tour on the other blog if you haven’t already. Its way cool! Im gonna go take a shower now, bye.