†††††††† To Whom it Concerns,
†††††† I am
writing out of concern for the fate of Buhl Planetarium and the Zeiss
Projector. I grew up in
†††††††† Many of my best childhood memories are of Buhl. In addition to the planetarium, I remember the Hall of the Universe, the BioCorner, the Hall of Mirrors, and the Siderostat refractor telescope. I especially loved the Foucaultís Pendulum, the dignity of its measured procession, and the sense of majesty and permanence imparted by its carved marble floor and elegant brass rail.†
†††††††† My father always tried to inspire a special love and appreciation for science and nature in my sister and me. For our bedtime stories, he often told us the mythologies of the constellations. We would act out the tales, using our stuffed animals as stand-ins for the celestial actors, Raggedy Ann for Cassiopeia, a stuffed horse for Pegasus, Kermit the Frog as Perseus, et cetera.
†††††††† But these stories reclaimed their epic proportions during the star shows at Buhl Planetarium. I remember watching the strange, insectoid silhouette of the projector rise from the floor, like some bizarre creature emerging from the underworld, bearing explanations for stellar parallax, retrograde motion, and Keplerís first law. I remember the thrill and fascination of watching the stars shift across the dome, smiling at the giddy vertigo of that momentary doubt whether it was the stars or I that moved. I loved the sense that mystery could be explained, that the universe could become accessible, having been lovingly mapped over the centuries, transposed onto the celestial sphere, and then precisely projected onto the dome of the planetarium, like a gift from scientists and historians to laymen, so we could all marvel at the beauty of the universe together.
†††††††† I am now
taking an astronomy class at
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Historic Designation of Buhl Planetarium††††††††††
†††††††† It distresses me that such an elegant and educational piece of scientific equipment as the Zeiss projector could be discarded, as though it were not representative of humankindís most brilliant and astonishing accomplishments.† Thereís no other way to say it: People donít make things like this anymore.† The Zeiss is from an era of durable craftsmanship, when technology was both precise and human, before post-war technologies made things lighter, cheaper - and more expendable. It is a relic, certainly, but a useful relic, all the more worthy of appreciation and respect because it still works. The sum of centuries of knowledge and effort are distilled in a machine like the Zeiss projector: it is the embodiment of why people learn, study, teach; it is the best humanity has to offer itself.
†††††††† But the
greatest value of the Zeiss, I believe, is its potential as an educational
tool.† I hope the curators of the
Childrenís Museum will find a way to incorporate the Zeiss projector into their
exhibits in the old planetarium building; I cannot imagine how anyone
purporting to be concerned with the scientific education of children could
decide to put the Zeiss projector in a warehouse instead of making an effort to
use it. It defies common sense, as well as proper reverence for both the
scientific legacy of humankind and the more recent history of the city of
††††† Also, I urge
the Historic Review Commission and the City Planning Commission to recommend
historical landmark status for the old Buhl Planetarium building, and that