The progress of science is worth a few giggles

The progress of science is worth a few giggles
Originally published 21 September 1992

On Colum­bus Day [1992], NASA sci­en­tists will launch a mas­sive new search for intel­li­gent alien life. The $100 mil­lion, 10-year project will use some of the world’s largest radio tele­scopes and fastest com­put­ers to scan the entire sky for sig­nals of intel­li­gent ori­gin, with par­tic­u­lar empha­sis on 1,000 care­ful­ly-select­ed sun-like stars.

The project has been a fre­quent tar­get for bud­get cuts, and full fund­ing is still in doubt. As project man­ag­er Michael Klein admits, the search for intel­li­gent aliens has “a high gig­gle fac­tor,” mean­ing that not every politi­cian takes the project seriously.

One must sup­pose that Colum­bus him­self was forced to con­tend with the gig­gle fac­tor. Sure­ly, some advi­sors in the court of Isabel and Fer­di­nand tit­tered glee­ful­ly when the Genoese nav­i­ga­tor said he would reach the East by sail­ing west. If not the gig­gle fac­tor he might have been sup­plied with some­thing more than three, tiny, worm-infest­ed ships.

Giv­en that there has prob­a­bly always been a gig­gle fac­tor, it is inter­est­ing to imag­ine how it might have influ­enced oth­er deci­sive moments in the his­to­ry of sci­ence, such as the dis­cov­er­ies of microbes, the laws of genet­ics, and relativity.

Per­haps a let­ter such as this from Hen­ry Old­en­burg, Sec­re­tary of the Roy­al Soci­ety, Lon­don, to Antonie van Leeuwen­hoek, Delft, Hol­land, 20th of Octo­ber, 1676:


Dear Mr. Antonie van Leeuwenhoek,

Your let­ter of Octo­ber 10th has been received here with amuse­ment. Your account of myr­i­ad “lit­tle ani­mals” seen swim­ming in rain­wa­ter, with the aid of a so-called “micro­scope,” caused the mem­bers of this soci­ety con­sid­er­able mer­ri­ment when read at our recent meet­ing. Your nov­el descrip­tions of the sundry anatomies and occu­pa­tions of these invis­i­ble crea­tures led one mem­ber to imag­ine that your “rain­wa­ter” might have con­tained an ample por­tion of dis­tilled spir­its — imbibed by the inves­ti­ga­tor. Anoth­er mem­ber raised a glass of clear water and exclaimed, “Behold, the Africk of Leeuwen­hoek.” For myself, I with­hold judg­ment as to the sobri­ety of your obser­va­tions and the verac­i­ty of your instru­ment. How­ev­er, a vote hav­ing being tak­en among the mem­bers — accom­pa­nied, I regret to inform you, by con­sid­er­able gig­gling — it has been decid­ed not to pub­lish your com­mu­ni­ca­tion in the Pro­ceed­ings of this esteemed soci­ety. How­ev­er, all here wish your “lit­tle ani­mals” health, prodi­gal­i­ty, and good hus­bandry by their inge­nious “dis­cov­er­er.”


Or a let­ter from Cyrill Franz Napp, abbot of the Monastery of St. Thomas, Alt­brunn, Moravia, to Father Gre­gor Mendel, June 15, 1859:


Dear Broth­er in Christ,

On Wednes­day of this past week I had tea with His Excel­len­cy the Bish­op. Dur­ing the course of our con­ver­sa­tion, he inquired about rumors that have come to his ear regard­ing cer­tain exper­i­men­tal inves­ti­ga­tions by one of the broth­ers of our monastery. He was refer­ring, of course, to your own inquiries into of the pro­cre­ative habits of peas. I assured him that your efforts were in earnest, and that you had dis­cerned intrigu­ing math­e­mat­i­cal pat­terns among the inher­it­ed char­ac­ter­is­tics of your plants. The Bish­op sup­pressed a gig­gle as I described your pea-genealo­gies, which he thought more exquis­ite­ly con­trived than the fam­i­ly tree of the Emper­or him­self. He asked if I thought it seem­ly for a man of your intel­lec­tu­al attain­ments to be plod­ding in a pea patch, pry­ing into the ger­mi­nal pro­cliv­i­ties of peas. He sug­gest­ed that pea prop­a­ga­tion was a sub­ject less wor­thy of your curios­i­ty than, say, the writ­ings of the Church Fathers or the Doc­trine of Grace. My dear Broth­er Mendel, as sym­pa­thet­ic as I am to your research­es, we can ill afford to have the monastery made the laugh­ing­stock of the dio­cese. I have there­fore issued instruc­tions that your pro­lif­ic pea patch be plowed and replant­ed with potatoes.


Or this, from the Edi­tor, Annalen der Physik, to Albert Ein­stein, July 10, 1905:


Dear Herr Einstein,

I am in receipt of your three papers sub­mit­ted to this jour­nal for pub­li­ca­tion, on a “quan­tum” the­o­ry of the pho­to­elec­tric effect, a rev­o­lu­tion­ary inter­pre­ta­tion of Brown­ian motion, and a “rel­a­tivis­tic” expla­na­tion of the laws of elec­tro­dy­nam­ics. The edi­to­r­i­al staff of the Annalen der Physik are in agree­ment that the papers rep­re­sent inge­nious par­o­dies of con­tem­po­rary physics, and send you hearty con­grat­u­la­tions for hav­ing con­coct­ed such ele­gant spoofs. What makes the papers so ter­ri­bly clever is their appar­ent ordi­nar­i­ness, but of course, the per­cep­tive read­er will rec­og­nize that your the­ses are at odds with the entire struc­ture of physics. If your ideas had verac­i­ty, all of physics from New­ton to the present would be called into ques­tion. Once we dis­cerned the joke, we had a rol­lick­ing good laugh. We are impressed that a mere patent clerk could devise a the­o­ry with such a high — ah, what shall we call it? — such a high gig­gle fac­tor. We are here­with return­ing your three amus­ing papers, and thank you for the entertainment.


The NASA SETI project, launched in 1992 despite much ridicule, was can­celed with­in a year by the U.S. Con­gress. ‑Ed.

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