Improve Your Memory With Reverse Peristalsis

iStock_000018654624XSmallI’m not in the habit of feeling sorry for members of the British royal family. But last month, when the press reported that a pregnant Kate Middleton had been hospitalized with hyperemesis gravidarum, my stomach lurched in sympathy. Pregnancy-related hyperemesis is usually described as “severe morning sickness,” but that doesn’t capture the suffering it involves. Unlike the intermittent, typically short-lived nausea of morning sickness, hyperemesis gravidarum is characterized by debilitatingly severe, nearly constant nausea, sometimes accompanied by vomiting, that can last for an entire pregnancy. Stephanie Nolen, a hyperemesis sufferer, described her experience in the Globe and Mail in December:

For the first months of my pregnancies, the world pitched and roiled and heaved. I could tolerate no food, or the smell of food. I don’t mean that I was a little pukey. I mean that I spent 50 days curled up motionless in the dark under a blanket, unable to bear rolling over at even a glacial pace. I lost five kilograms in a couple of weeks. I could not speak, I could not open my eyes, and when a sympathetic friend crept in to see me, the undulating pattern of her black-and-white striped pants triggered a round of heaving.

Only a few drugs are known to ease hyperemesis, and none of them work very well. Most sufferers are hospitalized periodically for dehydration and then sent home to curl up in bed, try not to worry about fetal weight gain and hope striped pants go out of style.

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Guest Post: What’s That? And That?

eg_whitecedarcones1In 1804, Thomas Jefferson commissioned Meriwether Lewis and William Clark to catalog the wildlife and geography of North America. They spent two years searching the continent, documenting their finds as they asked, “What’s that? And that? And what’s that?” I conduct my expeditions the same way today. I have dozens of see-and-ID encounters every time I go out. As I log more sightings of common species, though, I grow more curious about the hundreds of other critters, crawlers and creepers I haven’t seen yet. Continue reading

The (Un)Happiness Project

IMG_0813_2My husband and I have been in the same apartment for more than four years. It’s a truly lovely place — spacious (for New York) with high ceilings, stained glass, and parquet wood floors. Each room has the appropriate furniture and many of the walls have been painted a color of my own choosing. We have plants and table linens and martini glasses. We’ve settled in.

Yet I can’t help but think longingly of leaving. This is the longest I’ve lived in one place since I left home at age 17. And lately I’ve been feeling antsy. It’s not just the apartment. My life has begun to feel stagnant. Continue reading

I Have No Clue Why the Caged Bird Sings


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I have this theory. It’s not rocket science (which, by the way, rocket scientists tell me ain’t exactly brain surgery) and it’s not brain surgery (which brain surgeons tell me ain’t exactly rocket science).

It goes like this: décor in your office is a reflection of your inner science nerd. You see, far more than the living room or the dining room, the office is the window to your soul. In those other rooms you put stuff to impress people – original art, antiques, the carcasses of your fallen foes, whatever. But in your office you put the stuff that you want to look at every day.

Thus, geologists decorate with rocks and minerals, anthropologists with exotic masks, and mathematicians with bizarre pictures of theoretical topology shapes or fractals (please, all of you out there, enough with the fractals already). I even know biologists who have little stuffed viruses and chemists with equation necklaces. It doesn’t matter if you were never a professional scientist, your decorations are dictated by that inner science geek struggling to be free. And if you claim to be a biologist who likes fractals, then guess what? Deep inside, there is a frustrated mathematician trying to get out. Me, I was a behavioral scientist. On my wall is a painting done by a dolphin, my kayak paddle, and Kevin. Kevin is a $10 canary who has become something of a tiny little feathered enigma for me.

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The Last Word

417px-Roshi_Ensei_lifting_a_heavy_beam31 December – 4 January

Well, I guess we made it through 2012 without dying. So, drink up and get back to work.

Heather wrote about the strange therapeutic, cultural, and linguistic history of the tattoo.

Guest poster Emily Underwood examined a part of the body so complicated that it requires 10,000 processors to simulate.

“Living in a basin means being a receptacle for everything that flows downward,” Jessa told us, and explained what that means for London.

Michelle wondered if autocomplete errors predate the iPhone.

And this week, we wrapped up Secret Satans — our holiday treat to ourselves in which we allowed ourselves to confronted our most feared disciplines — with Tom’s disclosure that he suffers from “mathematical Aspergers”. Mathpergers? You heard it here first.

See you next week!

Damn You, Predictive-Text Typewriter!

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I don’t care if they’re real. I’m just grateful for the texting fails collected on DamnYouAutocorrect. Maybe a guy really did offer to cook his girlfriend “chicken vaginas” instead of chicken fajitas; maybe a mom described her toddlers as having “pornstaches” instead of milkstaches in their Christmas photos; maybe a dad told his kids that his wife’s allergic reaction was treated with an “epic penis” instead of an EpiPen. Or maybe not. Either way, my inner copyeditor and my inner potty-mouthed teenager, normally not even on speaking terms, are collapsing against each other, embracing as they weep with laughter.

So I was fascinated by the recent news that embarrassing autocomplete errors probably predate the iPhone. In fact, they probably predate the computer. And they very likely didn’t start in the Western world. Continue reading

What’s in a Tattoo?

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A few years ago, when I was working in a somewhat gritty part of downtown Vancouver, I spotted a tough looking man with an unusual set of facial tattoos. On the right side of his face, someone had inked two or three teardrops falling from the corner of his eye. I wasn’t sure what these tattoos meant to him, but my instinctive reaction was to give the guy a wide berth. I had read somewhere that such crocodile tears were a criminal emblem, something to do with the number of people the tattoo wearer had murdered.

Over the past year, I have gotten to know someone with similar teardrop tattoos. The markings, to my surprise, had an innocent meaning, but they had played a tragic role in his life. B, as I will call him, is a Native American, a member of the Cherokee people. In his youth, B had lost in quick succession the two most important people in his life: his adopted father and his grandfather. He struggled with grief and wanted be reminded always of all they had meant to him.  He chose to do so with two tattooed tear drops.  A few years later, at the age of 23, B was arrested for a serious crime he says he did not commit:  he was convicted, and at his sentencing the judge referred to his facial tattoos as a reason for doling out an especially harsh sentence.

After hearing B’s story, I began thinking and reading about tattoos and their meanings, particularly those tattoos favored by other cultures. Continue reading

Water, Water, Everywhere

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Water level rises, a river is fuller and fuller, until it’s something else, and the world is transformed. It’s a threshold effect: when quantitative sliding becomes qualitative step change. I’m lucky that on this map, my house falls in the light-blue rim of the darker floodplain, protected by a high-walled canal.

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I’ll only get washed away in a 1 in 1000-year flood which, granted, could happen two years in a row. The main blue floodplain has a 1% chance of flooding in any given year, and insurance rates reflect this, but it’s only recently – on the timescale of a Medieval city – that planning and development decisions have reflected the danger. My son’s nursery is in a field that doubles as a flood storage area, where water is intentionally redirected to spare crucial infrastructure. Continue reading