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Time Travel, Bagels, Women in Tuxedo

The reason I haven’t been able to post much lately is that , I took a nasty blow to the head. But I figured I had to post today, because I just found out that a balrog was summoned up by the large hadron collider activation, but head LCH physicist Gordon Freeman pictured here has assured me that everything will be just fine.

psychic fair cancelled

For this, I blame the LHC

The LHC was unable to be stopped by time traveling birds, but fortunately, one brave time traveler has come back in time to stop it, but unfortunately – unless you happened to be the summoned transdimensional beast – the LHC activation has gone forth. Fortunately, Gordon Freeman has assured me that he’ll be taking care of the problem. I have sent him a crowbar.

The real reason for all of this universe bending weirdness, the rain of fish from the sky in Austrailia the time travelers and dark structures beyond the universe, is not the Large Hadron Collider, but, if Mississippi authorities are to be believed – Lesbians in Tuxedos.

Time and time again our brave elected and appointed officials have fought the scourge of women in tuxedos – just to prevent events exactly like these from occurring!

However, they cannot stop the depredations of Secular Humanists. Oh the horror. The horror. I suppose I’ll just go and become a epistemological anarchist, as fuzzy reasoning is the only defense against logic, reason, and critical thinking – the works of the devil. It should prepare me nicely for the future of America.

Apologies for my Absence

Ah, apologies for my absence, everyone. I’ve been busy with other projects, work, and more. Apparently the call for submissions didn’t result in anything useful – or anything at all, really.

I haven’t found anything great to blog about, either – sometimes when I’m down on my luck, a great story will come along, but lately it’s just the same old anti-vaccination nonsense, a sprinkle or two of some interesting science news, but nothing attention-grabbing.

Working on the next meeting, and a weekend library meeting – stay tuned for a post, eh?

Losing Knowledge

Recently, I read a quite fascinating account of that scourge of the seven seas: Scurvy.

It can be found here along with the author’s musings on the loss of medical knowledge, the limitations of science, and the pervasiveness of ignorance.

It is quite the read, detailing how precious information can be, and the process by which we can lose it by forgetting, as well as lose it by replacement.

Needless to say, I’m reading the book.

Bootlegging, Poison, Chuck Norris, and Chiropractors.

A JSS member recently brought up a news item that I just recently got a chance to check out. It may not be Admiral Ackbar for Ole Miss, but it’s a good one.

Ah, prohibition. What horrible thing haven’t already been said about it?

Who knows? I’m here to provide yet another tale of terror from the days of bootleggers, moonshiners, and the old nemesis, the still-smashing gubmet revenuer .

The story has seen the internet before; it has been found on Slate, and through the book review sections, Nature.

That’s because Deborah Blum has written a book, The Poisoner’s Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York. And in the book, there’s quite the tale of a man named Chuck Norris. No, not that Chuck Norris. A different, equally bad-assed Chuck Norris. Charles Norris.

ACTION JEANS!

Doctor Norris executes his patented cure for insomnia and consciousness.

One of the issues at play in Prohibition was that, as a society, we need alcohol. I’m not speaking (strictly) of drinkable alcohol, either. Alcohol is a handy industrial solvent, cleaner, antifreeze, and fuel. You can use it in Gel electrophoresis, but they didn’t exactly have that back then.

Ethyl alcohol, ethanol, the stuff that gets you drunk, works wonderfully in a lot of other roles. But, to prevent it from being drinkable, the traditional method of making your alcohol tax (and Prohibition) exempt is to add methyl alcohol, something on the order of one percent. This process is called denaturing. I should note that this is not what you chemists and biologists think of as “denaturing,” the chemical structure of the ethanol does not change in any way, it only has the nasty-tasting wood alcohol (aka methyl alcohol) added to it.

Of course, the olde pyroxylic spirit is toxic. At first, you get the nice feelings of drunkeness and euphoria. Followed by blindness, coma, and death, if you get enough of the stuff. It metabolizes nastily in the liver, pumping you full of formic acid, among other things. Yes, formic acid, the stuff that bees and ants use to lay down the pain. Wicked fun, eh?

So these crafty bootleggers were stealing, and then re-naturing the denatured alcohol; distilling the stuff back to a purer, drinkable form. Sometimes it went poorly, and people died, but hey, organized crime shed some tears, I’m sure.

Vexed by people continuing to drink, the government made the kind of decision that keeps conspiracy theorists going. Make it more poisonous.

More methyl alcohol. A tiny bit and you’re fine. A little bit and you’re hallucinating and blind. A tiny bit more, and that’s it for you. And they added up to ten percent of the stuff.

Suddenly, dead partygoers started showing up in New York. (Well, more than usual). The local medical examiner, one Charles Norris, held press conferences warning the public, decrying the government actions, and performing toxicology on stolen alcohol that the police confiscated. The laundry list of toxins government scientists added (fun using that anti-vaxxer phrase) reads like what Mike Adams thinks are in vaccines: Gasoline. Benzene. Cadmium. Iodine. Zinc. Mercury salts. Nicotine. Ether. Camphor. Chloroform. Carbolic Acid.

And it’s not like people didn’t know. Even Senators found out. . “Only one possessing the instincts of a wild beast would desire to kill or make blind the man who takes a drink of liquor, even if he purchased it from one violating the Prohibition statutes,” – Sen. James Reed of Missouri.

Eventually, the alcohol poisoning program ended, before prohibition, and has remained silent for many years.

But murderous bureaucracy wasn’t the only enemy of Charles Norris. Here you can see him go after chiropractors, telling stories that seem to be straight off of Whats the Harm. In one, a boy with appendicitis is chiro-manipulated in a manner that causes the abscess to fatally burst. Norris describes the treatment as “punching him and roughly handling the spine.” In another, an aneurysm is set off by the pressures of manipulating the neck.

The New York times article is well worth reading simply for the 1922 language. I felt like I was reading a pulp magazine, with breathless exultation, exciting, terse editing, and none of the tedious PR-corporate syntax that permeates all of modern journalism – what Neil Stephenson calls “Bullshytt” in his book Anathema.

Also interesting to note is that Norris is seen in the article backing off of Christian Scientists who have given up treating “cancer and infectious disease,” a change since the time of Mark Twain. These things are like weighted pendulums, and we find ourselves learning the only learned lesson of history: That people do not learn from history.

I’m Back – Also, Great Meeting!

Hello, Dear Readers.

I’m back from a long absence due to personal issues, time issues, job issues, and computer issues. But fear not – the blog is not dead, the Jackson Skeptical Society is doing fine. In fact, we’ve been getting more traffic than ever, most of whom are interested in Robert Dowling (and, oddly enough – Rods of Ra?).

We just had a Skeptics in the Pub meeting that was, as usual, an absolute blast. I’d like to congratulate everyone who attended on being jovial, accommodating (the table/band situation was a bit of a challenge, but we managed to overcome) and informed.

The topics of the evening were pretty bouncy: Andrew Wakefield, the utterly stupid Texas Nurses Trial, the bad science of Dr. Arafiles and the eventual acquittal of Nurse Anne Mitchell. Orac has been all over this, and as a regular reader of Respectful Insolence, I was all over this subject. We also mentioned “Quantum Balancing Crystals” which contain “thousands of nano-scale quartz crystals that are invisible to the naked eye.” I’m sure they do.

There was plenty of beer – and the new Samuel Adams Nobel Pils was on tap at the Tavern. I recommend it if you like highly hopped lagers.

So all in all, a great meeting. There will be more posts later, I promise, but expect slowed posting for a while; things have been busy on the homefront.

Until then, you JSS members have a homework assignment. I’m working on setting up a meeting at the Eudora Welty library, open to the public, about a topic of our choosing. If you checked the Facebook Page you’ll know that the two topics on hand at the moment are 1: Psychics aren’t real (the old skepticism go-to topic) and 2: Astrology isn’t real (just as good!)

I figure that we should start on the basics, eh?

ROBOT BABIES

Yes, I had meant to put this in the last post, but it’s vital that you know this –

Watch out for mech-driving babies.

Reminds me of this one comic I read one time.

Monday – You Know What

Well, Darwin Day is right around the corner, and (surprise!) I haven’t got a plan yet. Last year was the big double bi-centennial for Darwin and Lincoln, but this year the nearest events I can track down are in Baton Rouge. I’m still searching, so if anything interesting comes up, I’ll blag about it.

A lot of you have been asking “When is the next meeting going to be?” and pointing out things like “Hey, weren’t the meetings going to be monthly?” Well SHAZAM – February 23rd – it’s a Tuesday. Historically, it’s also the day in 1870 that the state of Mississippi was re-admitted into the United States after the Civil War, but don’t ask me why I know that. I won’t be able to answer.

This may not bring us up to the hoped-for goal of an average of one meeting per month, but we’re getting closer (we’re right at .4). It’s my fault. Promise.

Well, it’s Monday, so you know what that means: A great big ole’ stack of links.

First up: Evolution in Medicine This is an interesting article that points to a real, non-manufactured debate in the vaccination world. At hand is the problem of making sure that your vaccinations select against more virulent strains of disease rather than the less virulent ones, allowing them to survive and integrate their less-virulent genes into the viral population.

This sort of thing takes place in nature, as well. There is the “trade off hypothesis,” for instance. If a virus (or other pathogen, but viruses serve as excellent examples) kills the host organism too quickly, there is a loss of survival fitness. Allowing the host to continue to linger ensures that the host (which is an entire ecosystem, as far as the pathogenic organism is concerned) stays around long enough to keep spawning more disease.

And if there are no other hosts for the pathogen, then being less virulent is a good thing from the viewpoint of the pathogen (and the host, for that matter). Of course, this is not a universal rule (so few things are!); if an organism is not really hampered by the death of the host, or if it is highly transmissible, then the cost of virulence is much lower.

Most things in evolution have this sort of trade-off; in The Greatest Show on Earth Richard Dawkins uses the example of the gazelle legs; longer legs make you faster, allowing greater survivability, up until a point where the legs become brittle and break too easily, making you an easy meal.

Ah, on to other pastures. If you happen to be one of those “experts” from Ghost Hunters, Ghost TV, Ghostvision, Paranormal Patrol, or whatever the hell is on the History channel at the moment; Ben Goldacre has found you a new job. You’d be working for the same people who make the head lice repellent badge, and have this to say about it:

1. How does it work?
Without a comprehensive understanding of technology e.g. that used in space travel, it is not really possible to provide a very satisfactory answer.

So if you’re a rocket scientist and school nurse dealing with head lice, you should write these guys a letter.

Not that it would be as relentless and classical as this gem from Mark Twain written to a patent-medicine salesman.

Twain was a great wit of his time. His writings on religion, the tragic medicine of his time, and (my personal favorite) Christian Science show a deep skepticism about human nature, education, and authority, while revealing a man who has a bit of faith in the abilities of reason, sees them as accessible to most people, even if they don’t, perhaps, use them.

Things have changed a lot since Twains’ day, but patent medicine salesmen are still out there and education is still in a laughable state. Take, for instance, the autism-vaccination link crowd. You might have heard about this recently – Andrew Wakefield was dishonest and unethical in his research that showed the only link between autism and vaccination.

Bad science AND unethical experimentation on children, combined with a heap of undeclared conflict of interests? It makes you wonder who the anti-vaxx crowd is screaming about when they say these things about actual doctors.

On to Convergent Evolution.

You may remember this one if you tuned in to Skeptics Guide this week. Apparently, researchers in China and Michigan mapped out the gene responsible for the super-sensitive inner-ear hairs that make echolocation possible. The Chinese team was studying bats, and the Michigan team was studying dolphins. Surprise, surprise, the exact same gene was altered in both animals, a gene that made these hairs super-short and sensitive. More research is underway to see if other animals who have crude sonar systems – shrews, oilbirds, and swiftlets to name a few.

Of course, these aren’t the only single-gene convergences in biological history. One of my favorites is the case of the Northern Short Tailed Shrew and the Beaded Lizard.

These two animals have mutated versions of the same ancestral gene to create the toxic protein they employ.
Now – Get your ass to Mars! There you’ll find the Spirit and Opportunity rovers. Now you’ve doubtlessly heard this week that Spirit isn’t doing too well. By that I mean that it’s stuck. Stuck in a hole. On Mars. But it’s still going! The team at the JPL/NASA is going to shut it down for a few months so that it can survive the insane Martian winter. While it will no longer be doing any roving, it is now an immobile laboratory – on another world. The lack of focus on moving it around means that the team can get down to some more science after the winter.

Some people are upset, but Spirit is doing pretty damn well. After all, it only had a ninety day mission. In human lifespan terms, this would be like getting upset that someone only survived to be 1400 years old. The folks at the Planetary Society have more to say on the subject, and don’t seem to be too excited about the fact that NASA, not the JPL, is calling the final shot on this one. Of course, Spirit is still valuable, and they’ll be kicking her around to try and get into a survivable position, so we’ll have to wait until next year to see what’s up. One thing a stationary Spirit might be able to model quite well is the wobble of the Martian orbit – a clue to the nature of the core of the planet.

Plus, let’s not forget that Opportunity is still kicking, heading to a relatively new crater (the youngest crater examined on Mars) and is within 100 meters of it.

If only all our NASA news could be so good. The new NASA budget, which actually seems to have been crafted with an eye to a lot of astronomical complaints, is run-down in a nice manner on Bad Astronomy. The bad news: It might not pass the Congress.

Gravitational Weirdness

Well, a few scientists are spiffing up theories of how gravity functions.

It’s not a complete paper yet, and whenever you have a string theorist involved, my skeptometer goes to code yellow. But there are a few concepts at play here that I find interesting.

Verlinde uses the holographic principle to consider what is happening to a small mass at a certain distance from a bigger mass, say a star or a planet. Moving the small mass a little, he shows, means changing the information content, or entropy, of a hypothetical holographic surface between both masses. This change of information is linked to a change in the energy of the system.

Statistical analysis shows that movements towards the larger object are more likely than moves away. This expresses gravity as an inherent property of matter in space-time.

Well, it could certainly be an exciting time to be alive if this turns out to be true! Better understanding of gravity could lead to all sorts of developments – maybe we’ll finally do away with the need for dark matter, solve the Pioneer anomaly and get ourselves some warp drives (okay, that last one is mostly just me wanting a warp drive).

Gravity can create order. For instance, mix two fluids of differing densities in a container. Gravity will separate them, increasing entropy and giving off radiation.

Hopefully this research will be more than just some hype. The thrill of discovery, even when experienced vicariously, is quite the thrill indeed.

Of course, there’s an alternative explanation for all this: These scientists are getting weird gravitational readings because of this man’s giant balls.

Finally, Mold Minions

Ah, mold. When we’re not breathing it in, wiping it out, or just walking all over it, it can do some pretty amazing things.

Like navigate mazes for instance. Or control a robot. That’s right – mold driving robots! Finally, your dreams have come true!

From what I’ve been able to gather, the slime mold grows through an evolutionary process while reaching for it’s food goal – it puts down plenty of tendrils and protein networks.

Those structures that reach food use it to grow stronger, reaching more food. Those networks that do not reach food eventually starve out. This is done without any sort of planning from the cell nucleus – there is no central planning, only local units obeying local rules, which is an important concept in modern evolutionary theory.

These qualities are now employed to solve mathematical problems in the “travelling salesman” category. Like, the Tokyo rail network. And the evolutionary qualities of the giant protist is perfect for this sort of work.

Of course, other studies have shown that slime mold can remember things, learning and adapting it’s own behavior to anticipated conditions.

I suppose I’ll have to get to training the bastards. They can get around, and you can see a spectacular time-lapse of them doing that here but I was unable to link directly to the video. Suffice it to say, it is badass.

The Least Wonderful Time of the Year

Hey, remember when the JSS was starting up? Well one of the first things that we all bitched about “back in the day,” was Representative Gary Chism and his attempt at getting anti-evolution warning stickers put onto biology textbooks in Mississippi.

Chism, the southern baptist insurance salesman from Columbus, Mississippi, now has an even weaker bill he’d like to pass – I’m not even sure, entirely, what it would require after reading it here.

From Section I:

The lesson provided to students shall not evidence bias through selective instruction on the theory of evolution, but rather, shall have proportionately equal instruction from educational materials that present scientifically sound arguments by protagonists and antagonists of the theory of evolution.

Even making the world-shattering assumption that scientifically sound arguments by “antagonists of the theory of evolution” actually exist I don’t think that we’re going to be able to buy all those copies of “Pandas and People,” so lets add “unfeasible” to the list of problems this bill has.

Now on to part 2, where what I think of as the real intent of the bill exists:

No local school board, school superintendent or school principal shall prohibit a public school classroom teacher from discussing and answering questions from individual students on the origin of life…

Ah, so when one kid keeps sidetracking the biology class into theology, or one teacher wants to chat Answers in Genesis instead of Darwins finches, no one can stop them.

This is just about the last thing we need. Fortunately, Chism brings such a bill to the house yearly, and it is soundly stomped (none have ever gotten out of committee) – probably more for political bragging rights than anything else.

So for you Jacksonians, Representative Cecil Brown is the Chairman of the Education Committee – and he’s from our district (district 66), so let him know – he’s the guy with his hand on the throat of this thing at the moment.