Friday Science Thrombosis, April 26, 2013

Hey there all you bright little stars twinkling in the vast dark firmament of science! Time for another edition of your favorite science roundup, the Friday Science Whatever.

I am afraid I might not be shining so bright myself this week. I am feeling under the weather, and so you will have to forgive me if I don’t quite scintillate quite like I usually do.

Still, science marches on, and so do we. On with the show!

First off, I have a bit of science-ish content to share. It is, in fact, one of those marvelous moments when history and technology combine to create a window to the past.

Every schoolkid knows that Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone. But how many of us know what the man actually sounded like?

Until recently, absolutely nobody alive had heard his voice. But thanks to the discovery of a wax cylinder with his voice on it, and the miracle of lasers that can read the cylinder without harming it, we now have a sample of the great man’s voice.

The quality is, of course, atrocious, and so it is not quite like being there in the room with him. But it is like hearing his recording on the equipment for which it was designed, and that is also good.

As the article says, you can clearly hear the strict elocution in his voice. Makes him sound very prim and fussy, doesn’t it? Bell’s father was an elocution teacher, a job that has disappeared off the face of the planet these days, and good riddance.

All they did was make someone sound like a right git. Evidently, these people thought there was no such thing as OVER-pronouncing a word. Consequently, they pronounced the hell out of every word.

Give me the natural flow of speech every day. There is a happy middle ground between mumbling and elocuting, one where the speech is perfectly understandable but does not make one sound like they are speaking each word as a result of heavy torture.

That aside, well, aside, I absolutely love anything that makes me feel like I am traveling to a previous era. If you are keen on hearing history, there is an extensive collection of historical recordings, including many retrieved from the days of the wax cylinder, on that marvelous repository of manifold wonders, archive.org.

Sticking with amazing audio, let us turn to this fascinating story of a rare breed of monkey that may well give us a vital clue towards understanding how we human beings developed speech.

Most monkeys have a lip-smacking sound as part of their primitive primate vocabulary. Many of the higher monkeys have elaborated that into the ability to make very crude, grunting one or two syllable ‘words’.

But grunts, despite what Tim Allen says, are not speech. So how did we get to where we are today?

Enter the gelada, a monkey species closely related to baboons. They live exclusively in the highlands of Ethiopia, and they have taken lip-smacking vocalizations to a whole new level.

Here is an example. Warning, this is beyond freaky.

Weird, huh? It makes you want to look around for the human being making those silly noises. If it wasn’t for the science backing this up to the hilt, I would be tempted to call shenanigans and say someone just took human vocalizations and overdubbed them onto gelada footage.

You have to admit, that sounds a lot like speech. And tellingly, the geladas use these vocalizations not just as warning sounds or to convey information, but to socialize as well.

It reminds me of the nonsense sounds that human children make when they are at the developmental stage in between merely babbling and actual speech.

Makes me wonder how closely we are related, genetically speaking, to the gelada.

Next up, we have a great example of science fiction becoming reality in this story about the discovery of what might well be “water worlds”. ”

No, not Waterworld… water worlds. Worlds entirely covered by water. No land atoll at all.

That is seriously something that I thought was pure sci fi BS. A world entirely covered in water? Not even a tiny bit of land? Come on. You could never have an ecosystem that simple. And what about geology? How would a planet be warm enough to keep water liquid without heat from the core? And if there is heat from the core, surely there is enough tectonic activity to produce volcanic islands.

But as it turns out, water worlds are a real possibility, and so we can go ahead and imagine a single enormous globe-spanning marine ecosystem producing a variety of sea life that would dwarf what we have here on Earth, with all that land getting in the way.

Remember, where there’s water, there’s life!

And finally, in the pole position, we have this intriguing item about a possible vaccine for autism.

Or rather, against one of the main physiological symptoms of autism, namely the proliferation of a specific kind of gut bacteria found in abundance in autistic people.

Researchers at the University of Guelph (go Canada!) have devised a vaccine to combat the high levels of this gut bacteria, which at the very least should help autistic people with their chronic gastrointestinal
issues such as diarrhea.

But there is a more extraordinary possibility :

Some researchers believe toxins and/or metabolites produced by gut bacteria, including C. bolteae, may be associated with symptoms and severity of autism, especially regressive autism.

Granted, this is only a hypothesis and one far from proven, but it would be quite amazing to discover that this massive increase in cases of autism we are seeing could be stopped with just a simple vaccine.

Imagine a future without autism! No more children and adults trapped in their own cold and lonely worlds.

Well, that;s it for this week folks! Hope you enjoyed reading about these stories at least half as much as I enjoyed writing about them.

See you next week!

Another way to look at things

Not really sure what to write about today.

Oh right, this is supposed to be a diary at least part of the time.

I will tell you what happened to me today, then. Brace yourself, because you will barely be able to contain your excitement : I went to see the optometrist!

I had not been to see one for at least five years, maybe more, which is very naughty of me. Just as a person with glasses, I should go every other year.

But as a diabetic, I should be going at least once a year, preferably twice. Diabetes can do very nasty things to your eyes, and they can sneak up on you, so I should not have left it so long.

As it was, I only went because my eyes have been getting really, really tired lately and I was worried that this meant that my eyes were growing weaker with age and I needed a stronger prescription.

So I set my browser to stun find me an optometrist who was close to me and was not Pacific Eye Doctors.

Pacific Eye Doctors are the people who sold me my current glasses and the last people to do a comprehensive eye exam on me, and I had a very bad experience there. The two ladies in charge were very patronizing and condescending to me once, specifically after they found out I was on social assistance.

The female optometrist really talked down to me like I was some kind of delicate idiot. Her associate, the one who did the selling of the glasses and frames bit, did not know her product at all, and when she found out I was on social assistance, she heaved a big sigh and said “I guess we probably have something for you in the back… ” then disconsolately went into the back and came back and dropped a plastic container with a bunch of frames in it in front of me and said “I guess these are the ones you can have” like I was asking her for a handout and she was very reluctantly giving me one.

Women are merciless to losers.

So I swore I would never ever ever set foot in that goddamned place again. This time, I let my virtual fingers do the walking and found a place not too far from here called The Eye Station (what a boring name!) and made an appointment with them for 10:30 am, this morning.

I chose this week and this day because my therapist is away this week. Normally I have an appointment with my shrink every Thursday at 9 am, but this week, he’s off. So it made sense to make the appointment near the usual time. Just swap one kind of medical appointment for another.

Joe drove me to the place, and the first thing that happened was I got some very bad news. Apparently, the province only pays for half of the examination fee now (thanks, Liberals!) and so I had to shell out $40 for the appointment.

I was so proud and happy that I still had $33 left from last month when I cashed this month’s check, and that wiped it out right then and there. Fuck.

Hell, I am down 7 bucks. It really feels like the Universe is conspiring to make sure I never, ever get ahead in life.

Oh well, my birthday (the big 4 0) is next month on the 19th, so I will get some money then.

Anyhow, financial disaster aside, everything went fairly smoothly. There was the usual Three Degrees of waiting for any doctor :

1) Waiting in the waiting room
2) Waiting in the examination room
and 3) Actually seeing the doctor.

But I am fairly used to that, although for the life of me, I never can remember to bring along something to read. That would make the time go faster.

The optometrist was quite pleasant and smoothly efficient, which I appreciated. If I had to choose between aloof and efficient and friendly but sloppy, I will take aloof and efficient every time.

After all, this is my optometrist, not my therapist. I am not looking to make friends with him. I want to know if diabetes is destroying my eyes!

I’m always friendly, mind you, and polite. Anyhow.

So, no diabetes eye rot, or as it’s properly known, diabetic retinopathy.

Feel free to read the Wiki article. I will not. I read the first paragraph and it was freaking me out. My dormant hypochondria does not need that kind of fuel.

All I need to know is : I don’t have it. Yay!

And no other stuff either. The optometrist told me that my eyes seems fine but that if I wanted to cut down on the eye strain, he could prescribe some anti-fatigue lenses for me.

That sounds like awesomeness to me. I will probably have my new glasses by this time next week. With new frames and everything. The new frames will even be “easy clip” compatible, meaning I can get those magnetic clip-on sunglasses glasses if I want.

What I really want is some sort of anti-glare filter. I don’t have trouble in the summer with overall brightness but glare off shiny things can really fuck me up. For some reason, my eyes just don’t recover from being dazzled by glare as fast as is the norm.

So if I could get some polarized anti-glare clip-ons, that would be kickass.

Oh, and speaking of glare, of course the optometrist had to give me the “instant stoner” pupil dilating eye drops. They burned like a bitch for about ten seconds afterwards, too. Ouch.

After that, though, like every other time I have done the EYES WIDE OPEN business, nothing looked very different at all…. until I stepped outside into the sunlight.

Then things were VERY VERY BRIGHT. It was a good thing I had Joe to drive me home. Negotiating the bus system when the only safe places for your eyes are down on the ground or up in the sky would be neither easy nor fun.

Thus endeth my optical adventures.

But remember kids, tomorrow is… SCIENCE!