Can the World’s Greatest Athlete Have a Name like ‘Twiggy?’

Mav 8This week, it seems like all I am seeing in the news is sports. Athletes, trained to the very pinnacle of human possibility, competing for money, fame, and above all, glory. For Americans, the centerpiece is the Super Bowl, which will scoop up more than four times more viewers than an average Winter Olympics day. For one day, a hundred million people will sit down and watch multimillionaire monsters crash into each other.

And why not? I like nachos and beer as much as the next guy. But on the all-important Erik’s-List-of-True-Athletes, football players rank a paltry 7 out of 10. Who’s at the top, you say? Among others, big wave surfers. You think a 300-lb runningback going 15 miles an hour is scary? Try a 40-foot water wall going 35.

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Guest Post: Mad Collectors of Science

Daly's fridgeSeveral years ago, I went on a reporting foray to Building 8 of the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, MD. I had known about the work of John Daly, one of the world’s greatest-ever amphibian natural product scientists, and I decided I would learn more by doing a profile of him for my writing home at the time, Chemical & Engineering News.

There was no one in the galaxy who knew more about the origin, chemistry, and biological effects of frog toxins than Daly, who died in 2008 after 50 years at NIH. That scientific longevity, coupled to Daly’s relentless passion for the biomolecular niche he had embraced and helped to define, accounts for one of the most amazing refrigerators I have ever seen.

Daly and I had finished a long interview and a tour of his lab. It was time to go. As Daly escorted me down a hallway toward the exit, I spied a geriatric General Electric freezer that shivered as though it were about to give up its refrigerant spirits—Freon no doubt—for good. It also looked like it had to contain something astonishing, even it were only a ham sandwich that was prepared in 1973 and never eaten. I stopped in my tracks and stared. Daly took my cue. Continue reading

The Last Word

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This week, Christie did us all the favour of dispensing with the notion that there are “best places to live.”

Cassie had another go at “Three Cups of BS” Mortensen.

Abstruse Goose and Ann contemplated why the best science is guaranteed to piss people off.

I pondered whether everything isn’t a little bit better if it’s a little bit shit.

And guest poster Craig Childs examined the relationship between us humans and the dogs we’ve taken along with us for quite an evolutionary ride.

 

 

Mustn’t Grumble

The_ScreamLooking for fun things to do around London? Here’s an idea: Find a Brit on a first date with an expat from New York. Your task could be challenging — Americans don’t know this but British people don’t go out on dates until they’re in a relationship — but there’s every chance some hapless Brit has been cajoled into taking an exotic American girl out to dinner per her native custom. Just make sure the Brit under observation has never done this before and doesn’t know what to expect.

Watch as the New Yorker issues major alterations to the menu. “I’ll have the salmon, but can you do it poached instead of grilled? And instead of risotto, can you do a salad? Also I’m allergic to tarragon, so definitely no tarragon. Is the bread gluten free?”

Look past the polite smile, and you’ll see all the blood has drained from your Brit’s face.

When the salmon arrives, it will certainly be grilled and propped on a bed of risotto, surrounded by a flourishing thicket of tarragon. This is when the fun starts — you’ll witness at least three bounce backs to the kitchen, a tide increasingly loud, performative complaining meant to elicit sympathy from nearby diners (“Can you believe this place?”), and when the time comes to settle up, a heated exchange about removing the offending item from the bill.

Don’t take your eyes off the Brit, because you’re in for a treat. A man is about to rip off his own face. Continue reading

24 Reasons to Ignore Best Places Lists

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The latest issue of Sunset Magazine arrived in my mail last week, and the cover story immediately caught my eye — “24 Best Places to Live and Work 2014.” “Looking for the perfect place to launch a career? Start a family? Just relax? We’ve found the ideal city, town, or neighborhood for you.”

For instance, if you’re “ready to put down roots,” the story’s handy flowchart offers you two choices — Issaquah, Washington (if “the burbs are calling”) or Sugar House, Salt Lake City, Utah, if they’re not.

Now Sunset is a fine magazine and they’re hardly alone in propagating these “best places” inventories. I understand the impulse to quantify a place’s attributes and size them up against other localities. But I worry that the proliferation of these lists have transformed place into a commodity rather than a commitment.

What I’ve learned from living in three countries and more than 20 locations is that there is no perfect place. Believing otherwise prevents the letting go of elsewhere necessary to create a home place where you are— a journey that takes effort and devotion. Continue reading

Another Cup of Bull Honkey

2695634651_0efbf53c0fGreg Mortenson is the subject and coauthor of the bestseller Three Cups of Tea, a book that chronicles his noble plight to build schools in far-flung parts of Pakistan. The tale is heartwarming, inspirational, and, according to allegations made by Jon Krakauer and 60 Minutes in 2011, rife with half truths and outright lies. In his lengthy takedown of Mortenson, Krakauer wrote, “The first eight chapters of Three Cups of Tea are an intricately wrought work of fiction presented as fact. … Mortenson has lied about the noble deeds he has done, the risks he has taken, the people he has met, the number of schools he has built.” I wrote about scandal here.

Yesterday morning Mortenson spoke publicly about the accusations for the first time since the 60 Minutes segment aired. In an exclusive interview with Tom Brokaw, Mortenson appeared neither contrite nor ashamed. He wouldn’t admit to fabricating portions of Three Cups of Tea. Instead he said this: “What I regret is that we were under tremendous pressure to bring about a million words down to 300,000 words.” That’s essentially the same thing that he told Outside Magazine after the scandal first broke: “In order to be convenient, there were some omissions. If we included everything I did from 1993 to 2003 it would take three books to write it. So there were some omissions and compressions . . .” Continue reading

Abstruse Goose: Piss ‘Em Off

a_wise_man_once_saidAG here, based on his examples, seems to mean that the best science undercuts peoples’ faith in their beliefs, thereby annoying them deeply.  I’m sure that’s true but I haven’t noticed it myself.  What I notice is when, for example, some observer tells some theorist that no, in fact the universe isn’t coasting along slowly, it’s tearing around with its hair on fire, and I feel a spike of deep, anarchic joy.  Probably that’s what AG means too.

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The Last Word

The AAAS Kavli Science Journalism Awards in 2015, perhaps? January 13 – 17

This week, a modest proposal from Helen: Golden Globes, science writing edition.

Cameron debated the merits of keeping a journal. Based on her observations on anemone, it’s a strong “yes please” from me.

No big bang, ever? Guest poster Jeff Kanipe introduced us to Halton Arp, his galactic pathologies, and his physics heresy.

Jessa once worked at a place where they had to slap their drug-addled users awake. What do drugs do to make this worth our while? Perhaps it’s the wrong question, Jessa says.

Why does bureaucracy ossify some countries ad galvanise others? Erik coined a term I’d like to see go viral: whydon’twejust.