1970-2020
When I was in middle school my afternoons were spent begging my mom to push dinner back just a few more minutes because me and my brothers were desperate to see the end of the daily mythbusters episode. It aired every week day at 5pm on the Discovery Channel.
It taught me lessons I still carry with me. It taught me a love for science, a love for problem solving, and experimentation, it taught me to think critically about everything I could. It taught me how to have fun while learning and that sometimes you were allowed to swim around in a giant slip of glucose water to test the human bodies ability to swim in vicious liquids. And that you always always always need to make sure you are both upwind and behind proper safety protection when you blow shit up.
I have loved the show since the first episode I saw of it. Not even a week ago my family was talking about the episode on folding a piece of paper more than eight times, and trying our hand at it at the dinner table.
Grant Imahara, was a treasured piece of my childhood, a treasured piece of what made me into the geeky, science loving, forever learning young adult I am now. It broke my heart to hear he passed, knowing that beyond everything he was busting the greatest myth we as a species have ever encountered and that whatever the result he wouldn’t be able to share it with us as he did so many other myths.
Rest In Peace Grant, your enthusiasm for learning and science and myth busting(usually with some explosives) spurred a generation of thinkers (and frazzled parents) and while I had planned to already I’ll be showing my kids the show so that they too can grow with it. You’ll rest forever in the hearts and minds of my generation, your legacy will live on each time a child asks a question we know the answer to because of your experiments. Thank you, I’ll keep learning and thinking and discovering for you.
















