Friday science roundup, 01-14-2011

Well, here it is, Friday again already, and time to take a look at what’s up in the world of science.

First, from the realms of Creepy Science (which is, I think you’ll admit, one of the more fun kinds of science), we have the Kraft Foods Dinner Decider.

Imagine this. There’s a little display gizmo in your local supermarket. You walk past it, not thinking much of it, but then notice that as you get into its range, the ad it is displaying seems oddly appropriate. You’re a mother of three wondering what to make the family for dinner, and wow, there is an ad for a Kraft product that would be just perfect and a family sized recipe suggestion to go with it. Wow, how did it know?

It knew because it scanned your face with a digital camera and then used facial recognition software to figure out your demographic via your age, gender, and so on. And of course, this is a Kraft technology, so everything they suggest will be a Kraft product. That’s not so huge a deal, though, because Kraft has like a zillion products. But still, nothing’s keeping you from taking the suggestion but making it with cheap generic products instead to save money.

Anyhow, does this sound like some kind of marketing team’s wet dream, or what? Look, we can demographically target each consumer on the fly! Think of how much more effective our ads will be now that we can READ THEIR MINDS! Well, OK, maybe not read their minds per se. Yet. But I have our IT guys working on that as we speak!

I honestly think it sounds like a waste of technology, and creepy to boot. I doubt it will make their ads more effective, and probably will just be something that comes and goes more or less unnoticed. It’s the sort of thing that gets made because marketing types desperately want to believe that this kind of thing can work, but the consumers honestly could not care less.

From the creepily commercial to the kinda creepy but ultimately very cool, we have Fruit Flies Are Smarter Than You (at one little thing).

Turns out, deep within the highly primitive brains of one of the world’s simplest creatures, the fruit fly, is a highly sophisticated neural network that does a very efficient job of arranging the fruit fly’s sensory bristles (told you it was simple) in such a way that the fruit fly’s sensory bristles make a very efficient network, with some bristles acting as “leaders”, processing and redistributing information to the other bristles.

By studying the way the fruit fly does this, scientists have come up with an equation, apparently an elegantly simple one, that can be used to make modern communication networks and distributed computer processes similarly efficient.

What impresses me the most about this story is that they got an actual, functional, useful equation out of their study. So many of these “let’s study a biological model and figure out how it does X” type studies end up with very vague or contradictory results. They start out with the right idea, but either the subject is simply too complex for basic analysis or the researchers start off with the right focus but then get bogged down in the details.

It’s like all those people in the olden days who tried to invent a way for humans to fly by imitating birds. It sounds logical on the face of it, but without understanding the actual principles involved in bird flight (like, for example, Bernouli’s principle and that all important lift-to-weight ratio), it was tragically and absurdly doomed to failure.

And speaking of the tragically absurd, did you know that DNA can electro-magically teleport?

That is what a Nobel Prize-winning medical researcher named Montagnier is claiming. He put some DNA in water in one test tube, and some plain water in another test tube, stuck them in a Farraday cage to filter out interference from the Earth’s eletro-magic field, put a copper coil around them to generate a weak electro-magic field around the tubes, and waited.

Then, one night, when the moon was full and the stars were aligned and the garden faeries were dancing widdershins, he checked Test Tube #2 via PCR and lo and behold, there was DNA in there!

Obviously, it must have gotten there from Test Tube #1 via some completely unknown process that violates all known laws of physics and chemistry! That’s the only logical and sensible explanation! Not, you know, that maybe the water in Test Tube #2 was contaminated in the first place, or they did the PCR test wrong, or a million other less magical explanations.

Seriously, if this guy hadn’t been one of the people who got the 2008 Nobel Prize for Medicine for definitively linking HIV with AIDS, nobody would have even heard of this malarkey. If I was the Nobel people, this crap would make me wonder what exactly this guy contributed to that award winning study.

I’m guessing he brought the pot.

One last thing. I like this little snip from the article on PopSci :

The full details of Montagnier’s experiments are not yet known, as his paper has not yet been accepted for publication.

Oh really? What a surprise that such a sterling and well founded study has not yet been snapped up for publication by all the most respect scientific journals in the world! Surely, any minute now, we can expected this groundbreaking revelation to be reproduced worldwide and then published in Nature.

Because that’s the thing : this is an amazingly easy to reproduce experiment. Lots of universities have the stuff for electromagnetic shielding lying around, and they all have PCR (used to reproduce DNA samples so they are big enough to study) now, and after that you just need a known DNA sample, some test tubes, some copper tubing, a wire, some batteries, and a faucet.

A first year chemistry student could put that together in an hour.

Personally, I would love to see Mythbusters take this one on. It would be hilarious.

Loughner the Libertarian

I know, I know, you are quite probably sick of hearing people’s pet peeves theories about the Tuscon Massacre by now, but it’s the sort of thing that takes the public consciousness a while to full absorb, and I, as a humble tiny organ on the body politic, feel I must do my share.

As a shocked and reeling world combs through everything about Loughner’s life in its attempt to understand what happened and answer the eternally evasive and perhaps unanswerable question of “Why?”, one thing is becoming quite clear to me.

Loughner might not quite pass the sniff test to be a Republican, but he was clearly a Libertarian.

It has been de rigeur since the days of Reagan for all conservatives to don a coat of libertarianism in order to give their base cruelty, greed, shortsightedness, ignorance, and evil a paper-thin coating of legitimate self-righteous populism. It’s not that we’re unevolved reptiles who hiss with anger and confusion at mammalian concepts like “compassion” and “cooperation. Honest! It’s about, you know, freedom and stuff. Government is bigger than you! Aren’t you scared of it? If we make it smaller, it’s like you getting bigger!

And you love money, right? Well it turns out, you can use your vote to get more money! It’s not technically legal for us to bribe you with our own money for your vote, but it’s totally legal to bribe you with your own money to vote for us! We love that, it’s so cheap! You know, for us.

Of course, for most of them, it is complete and utter bullshit. When their guy is in power, expanding government power is the right and true and patriotic thing to do, and anyone who mentions “rights” is a dirty commie homo traitor who should be drug out in the streets and shot. A Democrat get in the White House, and suggests that maybe we use government power to help people instead of killing them with war or the electric chair, and suddenly it’s the Democrats who will send jackbooted thugs into your home.

Think about it : there is no way any libertarian could support the death penalty. If the government does not have the right to take your money by force, then it sure as hell does not have the right to take your very life by force, no matter what you’ve done.

Clearly, the important part is enjoying watching people die. To these people, the right to life is not nearly as important as the right to keep your money. Money has rights. People do not. As long as it involves good reptile-brain friendly things like war, police beating people up, fear of foreigners, alpha males becoming massively powerful, or anything else involving people in uniforms making people suffer.

Now, with an event like the Tuscon Massacre so clearly glaring at them accusingly, though, suddenly conservatives are taking their dusty old pre-Reagan conservatism (what I call “Establishment conservatism”) out of the closet to try to distance themselves from the killer.

And it’s true that Loughner is no Republican. That’s because he’s a real, actual libertarian.

After all, by trying to kill Gabrielle Giffords, he was really just striking a blow for the little guy against massive bloated over-powerful government, right? One less Congresswoman means one less government official sponging off the people and pushing the USA towards tyranny and death panels, right?

So thanks to Reagan and his wrapping up all the petty and mighty evils of conservatives in a blanket of libertarian self-aggrandizing righteousness, the modern day American Right simply cannot claim that they have no connection at all to Loughner and his anti-government insanity.

The real crime, the connection by which the American Right is condemned for this atrocity, is that what Loughner did was perfectly in keeping with the literal truth of what Sarah Palin and Fox News says.

When the only difference between an insane killer like Loughner and the actual Republican Party is that Loughner acts on the words they just say, something has gone seriously, seriously wrong.

Did overheated and immoderate rhetoric on behalf of Glenn Beck and the rest of the Fox News alternative-reality crew directly cause Loughner to go commit his crimes? No. Crazy people are crazy no matter what, and the news of the day might trigger something, but if it hadn’t, something else would have.

But there is simply no way the American Right can completely disavow any connection with a fellow libertarian who did the very thing a lot of them have been openly discussing for a decade.

Taking government by force.

24 Seconds of FAIL

Prepare to giggle like… well, like the cameraman, honestly.

Oh, and this is a streaking video, so there is naked wang swinging about unfettered. If you got a problem with that, go look at Georgia O’Keefe painting or something.

LOL. Nothing quite like mixing taboo-tweaking nudity with the basic belly laugh of slapstick and that very special “America’s Funniest Videos” verite, and what do you get?

Comedy gold, that’s what.

Plus, the cameraman does an awesome job of providing the laugh track. That is a naturally hilarious laugh. And you have to admit, that was pretty damn funny. There’s just something about the dead splat against a wall that makes it one of those primal slapstick moments, like someone getting hit on the head and going “oooh!” and falling over.

I hope I am never so full of myself as a comedy guy that I stop finding shit like this funny.

Oh, and check out this flash animation, it’s hilarious.

The Drinking Game Drinking Game

One of the most persistently popular forms of Internet email lore is the Drinking Game. In it, fans of a particular movie, video game, comic book, television series, book series, or series of hilarious decorated telegrams can combine two things they love : pithy reductionist observations about the thing they love, and getting really, really drunk.

But wait… there is a fatal flaw in the system! Sure, you can giggle your drunken ass off at the Drinking Game of choice once you know all the rules, but what, pray tell, do you use as an excuse for your rampant alcoholism while you are reading the rules in the first place? This is a serious problem, and could lead to such problems as confusion, nervousness, and sobriety.

Well, fear not, intrepid Internet adventurer. We here at the MJB blog (both of me) are here to save you from the perils of momentary non-distraction by providing you with this, the Drinking Game Drinking Game, the Drinking Game you play while reading other Drinking Games.

The rules are simple, and go as follows :

If you found the Drinking Game on your own, take a drink,
If you found the Drinking Game via a popular fan site for the media item in question, take two drinks.
If you found the Drinking Game via the forums on said web site when someone made an obscure reference to said drinking game and you had to Google it to find out what the hell everyone was talking about because nobody would deign to explain it to you, take three drinks.
If you “found” the Drinking Game by following a link sent to you by one of your “friends” who doesn’t remember that you told him you had SEEN this drinking game a million times already, take three drinks.
If you were sent the link to the Drinking Game by one of those helpful older relatives who emails hackneyed Xerox humour to dozens of her relatives who were foolish enough to supply her with an email address and who vaguely recalled you are “into that sort of thing”, and you are, take four drinks.
If, on the other hand, she got her vague idea that you were “into that sort of thing” by overhearing you say how much you hated it with every corpuscle in your bloodstream, finish the bottle.

If the Drinking Game contains genuinely funny and informed insights into to the media item it is based around, take a drink and toast your extraordinary luck.
If it instead contains only fairly obvious insights that would be familiar to any fan, but still gives you the occasional amused chuckle and a warm feeling of connection with other fans who would also get the joke and hence share something in common with your, take two drinks.
If it, sadly, contains only the most blatantly obvious and inane and even somewhat inaccurate insights that any moron who has even heard of the show could make and makes you feel like an idiot for even reading it and makes you want to smack the author with a shovel, take three drinks.
If it, maddeningly, not only contains no insights of any level of wit, and instead contains references that make no sense to anything but the stochastic signal generator of the author’s Four Loko-soaked brain and force you to spend hours researching them on the Internet just to find out in what strange and fell universe they make any sense whatsoever, finish the bottle.

If you are reading the Drinking Game solely for your own amusement and entertainment, take a drink.
If you are reading the Drinking Game because you are looking for funny insights with which to wow and amuse your friends who are also into the same thing, take a drink.
If you are reading said Drinking Game because you want to see if the author’s insights into your favorite media are as awesomely hilarious and LOL-worthy as yours, which of course they WON’T be, because they suck and you RULE, take two drinks.
If you are reading the subject Drinking Game because it is the only way you can experience the warmth of human connection by imagining you have friends, take three drinks. Hell, take my drink too.
If you are reading said Drinking Game with plans to use it in some form that actually involves drinking, finish the bottle and go look for another excuse to drink, you sodden sot.

Well, there you have it, folks. The Internet has once again swallowed its own tail and gone meta. You now have a Drinking Game for Drinking Games. May we all know mercy.

One Average Meeting In Space

Bowshawm’s upper antenna quivered with irritation. Why was he even here? He was an engineer. He almost never dealt with the public. So why did he have to know all about some new species, fresh from their admission to the League and eager to explore all their new possibilities? All he needed to know about these rubes was their basic biology and a rough idea of their psychology and that was it. Then he could retreat back to his design lab and design the environmental systems that would keep them alive and happy and content while they stayed with his employers, Sun Rising Resorts. He didn’t need some stupid social etiquette lecture about which appendage they dipped in their tea or whatever.

Still, Bowshawm dutifully slotted his thorax into the cup-shaped clamp that his bio-form used as a chair and trained all eight of his eyes and both sets of antennae on the speaker who was arranging her notes on the podium at the center of the conference room. Truth was, though he would never admit it, despite his carping and griping any time he was forced to leave his lab, Bowshawm was far too ambitious and career oriented to make waves by making his complaints even faintly official. He did what thousands of similar sentients had done in his situation : did as he was told, and kept his grumbling to himself.

“Thank you all for coming. ” said the sleek furry creature at the podium. Like I had a choice, Bowshawm grumbled to himself. He peered at her but could not place her name or species. Some middle management mammal, anyhow. The new species must be warmblooded.

“I will try to be brief and just cover the basics of Entet etiquette, as I am sure you all have jobs you are eager to return to, and there are only a few things we all absolutely must know. ” she continued. That’s what they all say, thought Bowshawm, and then three hours later you are still there and ready to break off your own neural spines just to survive the boredom.

“The first and most important thing you need to understand about the Entet is where we at Sun Rising Resorts fit into their society, and for that, we need to look at their life cycle. ” Here it comes, thought Bowshawm. Soon, we’ll be looking at diagrams of their entire genetic history.

“The Entet are mammals and built along the basic biped bio-form, but they are seaborne. They live almost their entire lives in and on their home planet’s plentiful seas and rivers, and only go to land for a few very special reasons. The one we’re most interested in today is birth. ” Oh no, not mammalian birth rituals, thought Bowshawm, those are so disgusting compared to nice clear orderly ovi-deposit. Wait, sea mammals? But I just finished their environmental design, and there isn’t even a bathtub, let alone the large pools and tanks sea creatures usually request.

“As their young cannot swim until three weeks after birth, the Entet must give birth on dry land and raise their young there till they are of swimming age. This means that, despite being an almost entirely sea-based life form, they all have early memories of a time when they were on solid land, being tended to by highly attentive parents who did nothing but feed them and groom them all day long. Then, once they reach swimming age, their parents shove them into icy cold water and they have to fend for thesmelves. ” What, without even a cocoon of food to sustain them? Still, that explains a few things, thought Bowshawm. Like the deep cushioned pit, and the room temperature so much higher than the species baseline. They seek to recreate their earliest childhood. I wonder if this is one of those complicated mammalian mating rituals?

“The vital thing to take away from all this is that, despite being a highly gregarious and uninhibited species, they consider that time in their lives to be deeply shameful and there have a very potent societal taboo against mentioning it or even admitting that it happens. And yet, with League help, their scientists have discovered that the only treatment for the wide range of psychological issues that plague the Entet population after their third or fourth decade of life can be directly traced to this early childhood trauma, and so the only treatment is to take the patient back through that time of their life, but this time, have them go through the transition from land to water more gently and gradually.” Oh, thought Bowshawm. That must be where we come in.

“That’s where we come in. We are providing the facilities, but most importantly, we are providing the discretion. No matter what their scientists say, the taboo about this time of their lives is still incredibly strong and pervasive, and if a facility was located on one of their own planets, their curious and adventurous cohorts would undoubtedly find out who was there, and much shame and political fallout would likely occur. So they are counting on us to keep things very, very quiet.”

“What that boils down to for us employees is that we must not mention the real reason the Entet are coming here to anyone, especially them. As far as everyone… and I do mean everyone… who is not in this room is concerned, the Entet come here strictly to relax and meet new species. You are not to refer to their therapy, the modifications made to their rooms, or any other aspect of their visits here that would imply they are here for any other reason than rest and recreation. ”

Oh pod-smut, no! thought Bowshawm, a horrible chill going through him from spiracules to spinnerettes. I just sent a bulletin to my entire working group, subordinates included, detailing my entire environmental design because I found it so unusual. Please end the meeting now, please please let this be the end of the meeting. I still have time to cancel it before any of them read it. Maybe. I hope.

“That’s all you need to know for now. For those of you in the front-line service positions, this lecture will continue to cover their greeting rituals, eating habits, and so on. But the rest of you may leave. ”

Bowshawm was already scurrying for the exit, nearly bowling over two other sentients in his haste, by the time she finished speaking. He would make all the necessary apology offerings to those he had offended later. Now, he had to get back to his lab and cancel that bulletin before it wrecked his career by making him seem careless, or far worse…. non-cosmopolitan.

There was no worse crime in the Sun Rising chain’s eyes than being intolerant of other races. They would put up with it from guests, but never even a hint of it from their employees.

As he dashed back to his beloved lab as fast as his eight rubbery legs would take him, his mind was transfixed on the image of his supervisor, an elongated rodent of the Chrop species, looking down on him, nose twitching in angry disapproval, his ill timed bulletin on the Chrop’s screen.

But somewhere on that fateful trip back, he also decided that he should send a message to his progenitor group, thanking them for the kindness and consideration they had shown in raising him.

Suddenly, he felt that he’d never really appreciated them until now.

Skull full of sand

Here I am, at an all too familiar juncture : I need to write, but due to my health problems, I am so tired and sleepy despite almost an entire day spent sleeping that I am completely incapable of deciding what to write or coming up with something new to tackle. My tide is at such an ebb that it truly feels like instead on brains, my skull is filled with warm, wet, heavy sand that wants nothing more than a chance to settle back down into sleep. I have spent all day in deep, dream-streaked sleep, and apparently, that’s still not enough.

I call these my “sleepy days” and I am slowly and painfully learning to just accept them and work with them instead of railing against them fruitlessly and getting upset and depressed every time they occur because of how limiting and frustrating they are. It’s slow going and I am not there yet…. just tonight, when I woke up at around 7 pm, I had a significant panic attack simply from the confusion and low emotional resistance caused by the sleepiness coupled with a sudden and irrtional conviction that I had to write my column RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT or something TERRIBLE WOULD HAPPEN.

Needless to say, that kind of thinking is not productive, and after sitting in front of the computer hating myself and freaking out for five minutes, I recognized the futility of it all,and went back to bed.

Now it’s 10:15 pm and I am out of grace period. Time to get something written, even if it’s just another dreaful and tedious “I am so sleepy!” column.

It’s not an easy life, this coping with depression and other ailments. It seems easy from the outside, because I don’t do much more than play Wii games, watch Netflix, and use this here computer.

But inside my skin, it’s a different story. My emotion state is unstable, I almost always feel sick in one way or another, and a lot of the time, despite how unchallenging my life is by any objective scale, it’s all I can do to hang on to the few marbles I have left and make it through the day without descending into screaming blithering drooling madness.

Or at least, that’s how it feels.

I think the key to it all is acceptance, something I have yet to achieve. I have been thinking a great deal lately about the idea that my personality, my psyche, may simply have a cyclical nature. My natural psychological state might be a cycle of expansion and contraction, up and down, energy gaining and energy losing, peaks and troughs. If that is the case, if such changes are natural to me and not the result os something I can fix or fight, then my smartest move would be to simply accept this cycle and learn to deal with it as a fact. Fighting it would be like fighting the tide. Far better would be to get used to taking advantage of the tide when it’s high and resting and relaxing when it’s low instead of bitterly complaining about the low tide, acting like the tide will never be high again, and blaming yourself for it being low.

But I don’t handle the cyclical very well, at least not yet. I am a goal-oriented and hence fairly linear kind of person. I am the sort of person who likes to plan things out in advance, and I very much resent anything that disrupts those plans. You would think I would learn to adapt over time, but so far, no. I don’t handle the unexpected very well. It’s a serious weakness in my functionality.

And because these boom and bust cycles of my internal economy are not predictable, you can’t plan for them in the traditional, linear, time-bound sense. The desired state of mind would be one which is low on expectations and high on preparations, ready to go either direction at a moment’s notice.

Problem is, that’s approximately the exact opposite of my actual personality. To develop that sort of free-flowing ready-for-anything approach to life would require a serious rethinking of my basic mode, and that’s no simple task.

I suspect, though, that learning to take things less seriously and go with the flow a lot more would be good for me on a lot of levels. The universe routinely punishes inflexibility and rewards adaptability. Standing there in pain and confusion because things did not work out as planned is no way to go through.

And I plan on changing that.

And I am sure it will go exactly how I have planned.

Freedom (and Responsibility) Of Speech

Before we begin, I have to make one thing absolutely crystal clear :

Nothing I am about to say, in any way, shape, or form, violates the principle of freedom of speech that we quite rightfully hold sacred in modern pluralistic democratic society. I am suggesting no new laws, I am proposing no new government policies. I am not suggesting your fellow citizens rise up and do anything.

In short, I am not, in any way or on any level, suggesting that anyone should control or coerce what a person says, writes, or otherwise expresses any more than the current accepted standard in your nation and/or culture. The only force in the world which should restrain your expression of your ideas and beliefs is your conscience, and I am, I repeat, not suggesting anything else imaginable.

If, despite this strenuous and probably entirely excessive preamble, you insist upon thinking I have said something in this article that violates your freedom of speech in any way, then you are either being deliberately disingenuous in order to make my points easier for you to argue against, or you are too thick in the head to actually read and comprehend what I am saying and are merely compulsively squirting out words in response to the emotional potentials created by certain buzzwords in your primitive brain.

Either way, I don’t give one single tiny damn about what you think about what I say.


Many of you will have already figured out what I am going to talk about.

After the Tuscon Massacre yesterday, the full sphere of public opinion is vibrating with debate over freedom of speech and the far less popular and famous implied responsibility that such freedom entails.

The question is “How much responsibility do the people who use and spread very, very angry and violent rhetoric about a person or group of people bear for the actions of a lone lunatic who takes their words very literally and commit terrible acts like the Tuscon Massacre based on them?”

The answer, or rather my answer anyhow, is : “Legally, none whatsoever. Morally, a very small and subtle but very real amount. ”

Clearly, the perpetrator of this horror is a deeply disturbed and unhinged individual. His public writing and videos are disjointed, confused, rambling, and incoherent. To me, this clearly points to someone with a serious mental illness, possibly paranoid schizophrenia or psychosis, and so arguably, it is pointless to hold people responsible for the acts of someone who is quite likely non compis mentis in the first place and hence not even legally or morally culpable for their own actions.

Still, there is such a thing as temperature level in public debate, with different eras and different spheres of debate lying on a spectrum between the completely calm, reasonable debate which promotes mutual understanding and respect, and well…. now, honestly.

In my nearly 40 years on this globe, I have never seen anything like what the right wing routinely says about its opponents. Anyone not completely in line with the Fox News approved line of received wisdom is vile, evil, less than human, a mere freshy shell for a heartless demon bent on destruction of everything good and sacred for no other reason than to please their black and withered hearts, which pump not blood but pure liquid evil through their bodies.

Nowhere is the other side given even the most basic forms of respect. Democrats and liberals don’t even deserve to live, let alone have a right to their own differing opinion and the respect due to fellow Americans with whom you share a culture and a nation and a long history of freedom. The concept that “we all have the same goals but differ on the method” is long gone.

And nobody can claim that they have never heard of a case where violent and aggressive rhetoric had caused some lone lunatic, or group of them (Oklahoma City), to do terrible things. So nobody can claim complete ignorance of the potential consequences of choosing the more extreme, intolerant, and counter-modern path in public debate.

So everyone who promotes this kind of hate-filled and dehumanizing rhetoric shares some form of responsibility. It is the diffuse responsibility of people in a riot or person-crushing stadium crowds in a panic, but the responsibility is there, nevertheless.

It’s easy to point at Sarah Palin, Rush Limbaugh, and Fox News and blame them for the whole thing, and no doubt about it, their share of the blame is bigger than someone who merely write the occasional cranky rambling letter to the editor of their local newspaper.

But when a crowd goes bad, you can’t just blame the ringleaders. All must bear the burden of blame. There is no speaker or media outlet so powerful and so persuasive that they can make people do or say things against their will.

Hopefully, the eagerness with which the left wing pundits are picking up the Tuscon Massacre and using it as a cudgel against their long time foes will not entirely dilute the potential impact that this event might have in rectifying the grave imbalance that had driven the American right wing well past the point of insanity and create that vital teachable, reachable moment where sanity and moderation can kick in and start to push back against the pandemonium.

It would be far too easy for this terrible tragedy to have no lasting effect because the parties involved get caught up in slugging it out over minutiae and trivia instead of us on the left simply giving the right wing the time and space they need to think about what they have done.

That is what is required in order for some good to come of this terrible tragedy.

I hope that we have the wisdom and courage to learn from it.

The best answer ever

This might well be the best damn answer anyone has ever given to any question ever.

It’s sure as hell the best answer I have ever heard to a dumb reporter question.

Lilith Sternen? Is that you?

Seriously, I think I love this woman now. Not only is her answer hilariously unexpected, witty, and risque, but she delivers it flawlessly, even timing her exit perfectly.

For all I know, she’s a total bitch, but my goodness, for just this one thing, I can’t help but love her.

“I’d rather have a private income and get laid, well and often. ” Can I get an Amen?

On today’s shooting

I have, thus far, been refraining from using this space for pure commentary and reportage, because I have wanted to stretch my literary muscles and nudge myself towards creating more challenging and more broadly appealing material than merely my opinions on the day’s news.

But this is one of those historic days where commentary seems mandatory. It feels like to not talk about today’s tragedy would be foolish, like ignoring the white hot meteor that is not the top floor of your house just because you’d palnned to work in the basement today, and I want to get my thoughts down fresh before I have had too much time to think about it.

For those who have not yet heard : In Tuscon, Arizona today, a gunman shot and killed six people, including a prominent judge, and twelve others were wounded non-fatally, including Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords.

Here’s my thoughts, in no particular order.

1. Not of primary importance but worth getting out of the way first : It bothers me a little that if a tragedy happens to a group of people, all of whom are equally valid living humans in the eyes of the law and ethics, nevertheless, the headline will be “Most famous person in the group has tragedy occur to them! Also, some other people, we guess. ” Six people are dead. None of them are in the headline as it is being reported around the globe. The headline is about Gabrielle Giffords, who is alive, despitebeing shoot clean through the head. Admittedly, she was the primary target of the attack and from a sociopolitical point of view that is extremely important. But I still have to wonder what the families of the people who were actually killed by this madman are thinking about the press furor completely ignoring their departed loves one because they were just not famous enough to be interesting to the press, even dead.

2. After the Republican congressional victory in November, I predicted that there would be an incident fairly soon that would be a jarring, game-changing incident which would finally make people step back from all the superheated rhetoric and venomous vitriol and start to think about consequences and temperature. My biggest dear since Obama won in 2008 was that this would take the form of another Oklahoma City type event, something so enormous and horrible that it would be like another 9/11 and people would be picking up the pieces for decades.

After all, the Oklahoma City bombers were right ring extremists during an age where the intellectual and political leadership of the right wing of American politics were screaming for Bill Clinton’s head on a plate, trying to impeach him, and vilifying all Democrats. And that was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the madness surrounding Barack Obama’s rise to power. The level of rage and frustration and uttery insanity that is both represented by and in responsible for the Tea Party movement and the eager and rechless stoking that Fox News provides in bulk dosage 24 hours a day.

But after the 2010 election, anoher poissibility antered my mind : not another Oklahoma City but another Kent State. I could quite easily imagine a group of angry Tea Party protestors, drunk on group outrage and that evil nector self-righteous fury, in a tense standoff with state troopers trying to keep them from storming and looting some government building, and one of the younger troopers thinks he sees a gun, and suddenly a dozen or so middle-aged white people are gunned down in a hail of trooper fire, and everything gets one whole hell of a lot worse.

Today’s incident is nothing like that. This is more like the random senseless act of some Weather Underground style radical fringe group at the height of tension in the late 60’s. It’s a sign of how bad the times have gotten, but it’s not quite the epoch-shattering event that Kent State became.

But hey, the Republicans have only held Congress for what, three days? Plenty of time left for the right wing to completely fail to learn anything from this, continue to build the pressure up, and have some nutcase pop off and do something that will make today’s incident an almost laughable footnote, or perhaps a widely quoted warning tremor before the major earthquake.

3. Having just seen it for the first time ever recently, I can’t help bu think of the De Niro classic Taxi Driver. Travis Bickle was just a lone nut who wanted to kill a Senator for complicated person reasons that were only marginally political, or for that matter, sane. And yet, that movie brought so much of what was going on in the world of the late 70’s into focus that it became far more than just the story of one lonely and disturbed man’s descent into self-righteous madness. It became the film that made an era really look at itself and ask where all this was headed.

I am sure that before this spring is over, there will be the big budget movie based on this incident. I will be curious to see how the incident is spun in it.

Well that’s my thoughts for now. Maybe more later, but for now, I will forget all about it and try to go back to a non serious life.

Friday science roundup

Here it is, Friday already, and there’s some pretty amazing science going on the world today, so I thought I’d share some of it with you nice folks.


A North Carolina company called Freer Logic has come out with a remarkable gadget called the Bodywave which you strap to an arm or a leg and which monitors your brainwaves in order to steer you towards a more focused mental attitude. The idea is to train people to be more aware of their awareness level and eventually learn to become focused and alert at will.

First off, the fact that can read your brainwaves via a device strapped to your arm or leg is pretty remarkable in and of itself. Figuring out that your entire body pulses in time with your brain cycles was a pretty sharp insight, and making it work on a consumer electronics level is nothing short of spectacular. It strikes me as something that could have a lot of uses outside this product.

But it’s the product itself that is the star here. The idea of a device which uses biofeedback to artificially expand and enhance one’s metacognitive functions just plain blows my mind. I’m burning with curiosity about the long term psychological effects of this self-calming technique. Would some people people psychologically dependent on the device, clinging to it for its calming effects eyond what would be medically effective? Would others come to resent it, even hate it, for judging their thoughts with such cold and impartial finality? The very notion of introducing an electronic device into the mind’s self-correcting regulatory process, an entirely external factor, is just plain astonishing.

What’s next? One that teaches you to make yourself happy?


In other medical type news, China is poised to be able to mass produce what might just be the big trend of the future : a substance known as light water.

Now if you’re like me, your first reach to that phrase is “What the heck is light water? Besides, obviously, the logical opposite of heavy water?” After all, water is already pretty light in a lot of sense. Old jokes about the health conscious paying for “diet water” spring to mind.

And as it turns out, it really is the opposite of heavy water. It turns out that regular old tap water, the kind you and I drink every day and which is in everything we eat and drink, contains very small amounts of heavy water. That’s water in which the hydrogen is not regular old friendly hydrogen, with one electron and one proton, but deuterium, sometimes called heavy hydrogen, in which that proton and electron have been joined by a neutron, vastly increasing its mass (hence, heavy) and making it an unstable isotope.

So light water is simply water with that small amount of heavy water removed. Supposedly, there is a not insignificant number of medical studies suggesting that light water has a number of health benefits, boosting the immune system, promoting longer life in terminal cancer patients, and so on. Current methods for taking the heavy out of our water are expensive, complex, and difficult.

But China has hit upon a simpler method using a platinum catalyst that could make mass producing light water a reality. And seeing as people are already quite used to paying for bottled water, imagine how much they would be willing to be pay for light water?

And after all, it seems entirely plausible that water free of unstable isotopes is more healthy. That’s why I don’t trust it. It seems a little too plausible, a little too much like the exact sort of thing that would uses its patina of scientific plausibility to fool people who would normally be a little too skeptical to fall for such hocus pocus magical thinking.

I mean sure, it sounds plausible. Even reasonable. But that doesn’t mean it works. For all we know, the tiny amount of heavy water in our drinking water is harmless, or worse, highly necessary for our long term health for some reason we cannot even guess without our current knowledge.

I’m not going to buy into this light water is healthy idea unless there is some serious, cautious, rigorous study into how, exactly, getting the heavy out of water makes it more healthy. Not just correspondence studies that say “well, we did X and Y happened”. Those are too easily misconstrued, cherry-picked, or otherwise used to mean something that they do not actually prove.

I’m talking studies that actual explore and explain how the effect works.

Until then, I’ll consider this just so much health food industry voodoo.


Finally, and most amazingly, a potentially epoch-making event in medical science occurred recently : doctors were able to treat a previously untreatable and very sick boy through decoding his genome.

The poor boy has been extremely ill with a radically inflamed intestinal tract since he was a toddler. He has had around a hundred operations to try to treat it, including the removal of his colon, and doctors were at a complete loss as to what was wrong with the boy and how on Earth to treat him.

The situation was getting desperate, so it was time for radical and novel solutions. They sequenced the boy’s entire genome and searched it for mutations. Once they found the mutation, they were able to arrange a bone marrow transplant using umbilical cord blood, and that brought the poor boy back from the brink of oblivion.

It’s not a miracle cure, and genome sequencing is still a very expensive and complicated process, but in the future, it might well be that we all have a copy of our very own personal genome map attached to our medical files, the sequencing done once a year to check for any deviations, and this could lead to a quantum leap in the treatment of the many diseases which are either entirely genetic or have a genetic component to their pathology.

In the future, we might very well be able to write-protect our DNA.