Behind the Curve

keelingThe Keeling Curve—the sawtoothed upward slope of atmospheric carbon-dioxide concentrations—may be the world’s most famous scatter plot. The data that form the curve have been accumulating since the 1950s, when scientist Charles David Keeling set up his instruments at a geophysical observatory high on Mauna Loa, one of the massive volcanoes that form the Big Island of Hawai’i. Keeling soon discovered that the level of carbon-dioxide in the atmosphere fluctuates seasonally, but by the late 1960s, his precise measurements had revealed another story: the average concentration of carbon dioxide was increasing. Through chemical tests, Keeling and his colleagues established that the increase was due to the combustion of fossil fuels, and the Keeling Curve became a fundamental piece of evidence in the case for the reality of climate change. Keeling died in 2005, but his son Ralph has continued his father’s work on Mauna Loa, and their eponymous curve continues to illustrate both the steady respiration of the planet and the basic fact of climate change.

The Keeling Curve is now an iconic data image, reproduced on a brass plaque at Mauna Loa and in the lobby of the National Academies Building in Washington, D.C., where it is displayed next to illustrations of Darwin’s finches and the structure of DNA. But the curve is also a piece of history, and for the past few years, historian Joshua Howe has been considering the curve and humanity’s place on it. In his book Behind the Curve, and in a new article in Environmental History, he looks at the curve as a historical record—and as a metaphor for the relationship between science and society.

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Guest Post: Cinderella and the Cinema Hangover

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis weekend, I took my five-year-old daughter to her first movie in the theater, the new Cinderella. We got popcorn and Whoppers and great seats. The lights dropped, the previews and Frozen short ran, and then the film began, plunging us into another world. Two hours later, we were both hungover.

This new Cinderella plays it straight and traditional, with just tiny tweaks to make the story make sense in a more feminist world. (The film explains that Cinderella feels a duty to her ancestral home to make it comprehensible for 21st century viewers that she wouldn’t just bolt from her wicked stepmother’s ménage). It is gorgeous and straightforward and everyone is ravishing and having a wonderful time. Continue reading

Guest Post: The Resilience of The Citified Bobcat

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If you were a bobcat, all tufted ears and oblique green eyes and lush spotted coat, you might find a lot to like about life in the Santa Monica Mountains. In the low, rugged range that bisects metropolitan Los Angeles, you would feast on the hordes of rats that frequent the unkempt middens of slovenly humans. You would exercise your formidable leaping skills to pluck fat squirrels from low-hanging oaks. And while along the mountains’ 46-mile length you could never travel more than a dozen or so miles in any direction without running up against a barrier — the nation’s busiest freeway, a shopping center, the ocean — you would hardly ever have to flee a predator. No creature but the odd mountain lion has it in for you. No human will stalk you with a gun or lay out a trap for your fur.

Which doesn’t mean we won’t kill you. It just means that, when we do, we don’t mean to. And most of the time, we won’t even know we did it.

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The Last Word

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March 16-20, 2015

Cassie’s redux tells the story of Leroy, an HIV-positive former drug user who featured in her graduate thesis about Baltimore.

Michelle converts the Science page of the New York Times into a St. Patrick’s Day miracle.

It’s been a decade since polar bear cub Knut won the hearts of Berlin zoo visitors — and six since he died. Helen saw him while he lived and is content never to see his bretheren in the wild.

Free range chickens are free to range into harm’s way, and Christie’s have been prey to the “wildest of animals”, a goshawk.

Hollywood’s portrayal of drowning needs to be debunked, because it’s costing lives in the water.

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Debunking Hollywood: Drowning

Debunking Hollywood is LWON’s very occasional series that takes a hard science look at common TV and movie tropes. 

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“Help!”

The lifeguard straightens in his chair, craning his neck to find the citizen in peril.

“Help!”

Over there, by the barrier floats! The victim’s face is obscured by great splashes raised in her violent struggle for survival. With a panicked plea, she kicks desperately and raises her arms in the signature distress wave, bending her elbows and crossing her hands above her head.

“I can’t swim!”

The lifeguard is up in a flash, ring buoy in hand as he dashes toward her, calling out reassurances. He tosses the life-ring to within reaching distance and tells her to grab it.

“Just a little to your left!” He calls.

With a desperate lunge, she clings to the floating life-line, and the lifeguard pulls her to safety and lifts her to the beach.

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This scenario – reinforced by television and movie scenes – has become society’s platonic ideal of drowning, and it held sway even in lifeguard training up until the 1960s. That’s when Frank Pia, Chief Lifeguard on Orchard Beach in the Bronx, realized it didn’t square with the thousands of drownings and near-drownings he’d witnessed in his job. Continue reading

G is for Goddamned Goshawk

EllieGoshawkI knew something was wrong the moment I opened the orchard gate. My guinea fowl were squawking like crazy, buckwheat!, buckwheat!, and none of my two dozen or so chickens were anywhere in sight. I scanned the area around the poultry barn for signs of a predator, but saw nothing.

Until I reached the chicken house. As I entered the doorway to the chicken yard, which is secured by fencing wire on every side and overhead, I saw it — a young goshawk. It was inside the yard, having entered the same way that my chickens and guineas wander out during the day — through the open door.

Now I was standing in the doorway, blocking its exit and feeling rather pissed off. In another context, I would have been glowing with admiration for this beautiful bird. Instead, I was cursing. Between me and the goshawk lay a pile of guts and feathers — the remains of the chicken the hawk had been devouring until I came to interrupt the meal. Continue reading

From Puffball to Predator

knut and dorfleinOn December 6, 2005, a polar bear was born in captivity. His mother rejected him and his twin, and his twin died. The survivor was an adorable baby polar bear, but that phrase doesn’t need the initial adjective, does it? A baby polar bear is a little puffball, white with button eyes and perfect and cuddly. Zookeepers raised him. I fell in love. His name was Knut and he was a bit of an international sensation.

Knut was raised by zookeepers at the Berlin Zoo, most memorably Thomas Dörflein, a ponytailed zookeeper who fed him from a baby bottle and scratched his head. The internet filled with photos (like the one above) and videos of Knut and his keeper. Looking back, it seems this must have been early in the days of being able to watch video on the internet. I think I still had dial-up at home. It was a special event, cooing with coworkers over a tiny fluffy animal, while now you can do that any time you want on a screen in your pocket. Continue reading

Now We Rhyme The Science Times

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Dear friends! Forgive a change of form
A deviation from the norm
For on the feast of Saint Pat-rick
A man who liked his Limerick
We here present for all to see
The science news from A to Z
The facts from ‘cross the universe
The Science Times, told in light verse

Today above the fold (we think—
for we no longer read in ink)
We visit with the Nashville gent
Who tried to be our president
Look, he’s gone vegan! He’s lost weight!
He’s optimistic ’bout our fate!
The cost of solar’s going down
And energy the whole world ’round
Is getting greener—his new slides
Will linger on the brighter sides
No more talk of climate peril
He’s onstage with—is that Pharell?

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