Friday Science Brouhaha, September 28, 2012

Here is it, another funky fresh and fabulous Friday, and holy Hannah, what a week it has been for us science loving types. I have so many awesome science stories that I really could pull a Newsday and do two columns on subsequent days just to cover them all.

But alas, I will be at Vcon today, tomorrow, and Sunday, so there will be no blog entries for a couple of days (probably), so I will have to do the impossible (ish) and choose amongst them all.

So just remember, when reading, that these stories are the winners of bitter Darwinian competition.

The Nose Knows

To start off, we have this article about advances in electronic sniffers.

Or at least, that is what we are stuck calling them. Electronic noses. Virtual nasal appendages. The old electric schnozz routine.

Personally, I find that name gross, and prefer to think of them as discriminating molecular sensors. But I can see why they call them electronic noses. It gets the point across.

Anyhow, the article talks of the tantalizing proposition of being able to detect not just the presence of cancer, but the type of cancer, from nothing more invasive than a breath sample.

Imagine blowing into a tube at your doctor’s office and getting an instant readout of your health. Heck, they might even sell a home version for the hypochondriac market.

“It still says I have no cancer. This thing must be broken. I’ll buy a new one tomorrow. ”

And there are other uses too, like, for instance, in quality control for food manufacture : an electronic nose might well be able to sniff out food that has gone bad or is otherwise unsuitable for human consumption. And of course, they might also put a few drug-sniffing or bomb-sniffing dogs out of work.

Allergic to Everything?

And speaking of hypochondria, how about those people who think they are allergic to a million different things in modern life?

They are profiled in that article, and as you might have guessed by now, I am convinced that these people’s problems are psychological, not physical.

They convince themselves that they are allergic to a million different things in order to create problems they can exert control over, and thus exert control over the deep seated insecurities that are the real problems that the allergy narrative conceals.

It also provides them a powerful narrative to use in order to avoid dealing with reality. Like the lady profiled in the article says, dealing with her illness is a full time job. So surely, nobody could ask anything else of her.

It is not like allergies are mysterious things inexplicable to science. It is pretty easy to test for genuine histamine based allergic reactions, and yet, from what I have read, these people often actively avoid any such testing. Deep down, they know that their supposed allergies are not real (it is seriously impossible to be allergic to radio waves, for instance) and that therefore their delusional struct could not survive it.

As such, I think articles that take their claims of impossible allergies seriously are a little irresponsible. These people have a mental illness, not a physical medical condition. Feeding into their delusions is not helpful.

No More PTSD

And speaking of irresponsible journalism, check out this story with the totally unbiased and not at all sensationalistic title “This Is Scary : Scientists find a way to erase frightening memories”.

Um, no. What they have discovered (maybe) is a way to keep a person who has just experienced a horribly traumatic event from forming the super-vivid memories that lead to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and various similar illnesses.

We are very far away from being able to erase memories that have already been saved to your long term memories. So no worries, no Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind scenarios yet.

Still, I am pretty stoked at the prospect of being able to prevent future cases of PTSD. It is a terrible illness caused by the conflict between the mind’s desire to process its memories and its inability to cope with the emotions inherent in extremely traumatic events.

So the memories keep forcing themselves into the conscious mind in order to be processed, and then the conscious mind just forces them back down again. Tragic.

On to happier subjects!

Water On Mars

The Curiosity Rover has already justified its mission, because it just came back with some very strong evidence that there was free-flowing water on Mars at one point.

And where there has been water, there might have been life. We do not have conclusive evidence of life existing on Mars yet, but proof of water is a big step towards that.

At the very least, here on Earth, water means life. That;s the problem with planetology. We only know one planet in detail, and it’s the one you are one right now.

Take Me Home, Jeeves

Finally, an update on one of my all time favorite stories, the quest for self-driving cars.

Those wizards at Google’s self-driving car project have been hard at work, and have finally gotten what they really wanted all along, which is for their autonomous cars to be street legal in California.

Now they can test them right at their home in Mountain View, California, instead of having to go all the way to Nevada to do it.

But that is not even the most exciting news. The real nugget of fun in the article is the news that Google employees have been using these autonomous cars to commute to work.

Now it is already amazingly cool to work for Google. They are the employers all nerds dream of. But being able to play Michael Knight and be driven to work by your very own KITT takes it to a whole new level.

I would totally just lay down in the back seat and read while people gaped at my car driving itself.

And I would love every minute of it.

Seeya next week, folks!

News and notes

First the news : for my regular readers, predictably, I will not be blogging during Vcon. Tomorrow’s column will go out, but Saturday there will be no column, and Sunday is not looking too probable either.

That said, it is not impossible that there will be some sort of public internet terminals available at the hotel, and I will get bored or be awake at the wrong time and end up writing anyhow.

But as far as my plans go right now, I do not plan to blog on Saturday at all, and Sunday we will likely get back so late that writing a blog for Sunday will be a missed opportunity.

If you catch my drift.

Had my first therapy appointment in two weeks today. The doc was surprised and pleased when I wished him a Happy New Year. Well, I figure you should do little things to show some cultural awareness, and it’s the day after Yom Kippur after all. I am no expert but I know that it’s the Jewish New Year, and he told me he was taking Rosh Hoshannah off. That was the whole reason it had been two weeks since I had a session.

And so I figured, wish the guy Happy New Year. What can I say, I am a sucker for cheap karma. It cost me very little to think to do that, and in return, I got to see him be surprised and pleased at my thoughtfulness and cultural awareness.

Any way you slice it, that is a darn good deal. Part have me has never understood why the basic benefits of being a good person are so opaque to so many people. Be nice to people and they will like you. Basic thoughtfulness pays enormous benefits. And it feels good too.

Why is that so hard for people to understand?

It is like when I first got my hands on a copy of that famous manual, How To Win Friends And Influence People by Dale Carnegie.

I was quite excited to get it. I mean, who doesn’t want more friends and influence? And as I read the intro talking about how long the book has been around and how many people swear by it, I grew still more excited. Surely, this was powerful secret knowledge.

But I found, as I read, that everything in it seemed blindingly obvious to me. Things like listening to people more than you talk at them. Treating their concerns as important and trying to work out a deal where you both get what you want. Ask powerful people for their help instead of demanding what you want from them. Things like that.

My first thought was, what the hell is wrong with people that they need to be told these things? What bunch of sociopathic pricks need Dale Carnegie to tell them that they should treat other people like they matter? For whom is this a major revelation?

And obviously, a lot of people need to learn these thing from a book, because the book has been around by the 1940’s for crying out loud. Apparently, generation after generation of businessmen and tradesmen and professionals all need someone like Carnegie to tell them there are benefits to treating people who are NOT you as though they are also valid and worthwhile.

Gee, who would have thought, huh? And not to sound like a gender traitor here, but you know what I notice about all the people who need or have needed Carnegie’s help? Most of them are men!

See just what kind of low emotional and interpersonal intelligence morons men become in areas without enough women around to provide men examples of effective negotiation?

Anyhow, after reading the book, I was forced to conclude that I apparently have all the right instincts to win friends and influence people. Pretty much everything in there was something that I either already knew or could easily figure out with a moment’s thought.

Hopefully, if I ever make it out of my shell and into the world of entertainment, my apparently excellent instincts for dealing with people will serve me well amongst the deal makers and risk takers of Hollywood.

Well, Hollywood North.

Another interesting note from my session today : When the doctor asked me if I had missed the session we missed because of the High Holy Days, I had to honestly say that I did not, not really. It felt weird to say it, not just because it seemed sort of rude (Why no, I didn’t miss you at all. Why would I?) but because it had not occurred to me until right then that it was true.

I really did not miss my session last week. Previously, when the doc took time off and I had to go a week without a session, it really took a toll on me and I kind of resented it. But this time, I barely noticed. Certainly, I was not thinking “I wish had a session today” or feeling sad.

And that is a somewhat scary thing to realize when you are used to thinking of yourself as weak and dependent on others. It is like when a child first realizes they crossed the room without holding on to anything. Their world just changed, and that always contains an element of fear, even when, in objective analysis, what just happened was a very good thing indeed.

So I am choosing to see this as a good thing. I am more independent and self-contained now. I am still in a painful transition period as I become aware of things I do to sabotage myself and give them up one by one, forcing myself to learn new ways to cope.

And part of me will always want to fall back on the security and comfort of the known bad things. And it might even happen from time to time, and that is not the end of the world.

But like I have said before, there is nothing about my previous self that I want to keep. It all can go. I am determined to become the person I most want to be.

And whatever gets in the way of that can go.