Peak Conservation

So the election’s over, the days are getting shorter, and it’s about time for a nice long nap. May I suggest an 80-foot-long concrete chamber, tucked neatly into a hillside in Tennessee? Clean, cool, and cozy, it’s the perfect winter hideaway … if you’re a bat, that is. Yes, The Nature Conservancy of Tennessee has opened the world’s first artificial cave for hibernating bats. Now they just need some bats to move in.

The cave is intended as a refuge from white-nose syndrome, a fungal disease that’s devastated bat populations in the northeastern U.S. and beyond. Since the first diseased bats were found in an upstate New York cave six years ago, white-nose syndrome is thought to have killed more than 5 million bats from seven species, and it spreads especially quickly when bats gather in caves to hibernate. TNC hopes that some Tennessee bats will spend the coming winter in the new, fungus-free artificial cave. When the bats leave in the spring, the cave can be disinfected and safely used again. Continue reading

Coffeewise by Owl-Light


Owls are trending.
At least that’s what a grumpy barista told my husband when he tried to get his owl coffee mug filled up. I used to like them before, she sniffed.

We do seem to have accumulated a fair amount of owl paraphernalia in the last few years. Before, our house was an owl-free zone. Now a mobile featuring a parliament of owls swings above my bed. A stuffed owl on the dresser top has glow-in-the-dark eyes. Another plays “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” And, along with the offending mug, there are other owls in our kitchen cabinets.

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Election Hangover

Hello world. Yesterday was election day in America. One guy won and another guy lost. But the race was hard fought, and our already divided country remains as polarized as ever. Did you listen to the last episode of This American Life? We don’t just disagree, we barely see each other as human beings. And somehow that impartial lady we all love, Science, has been sucked into the partisan fray. Did you know that in America climate change is something you can choose to believe in — or not? It’s downright depressing.

So today, dear readers, I’m giving you a present. I’m giving you a break from thinking about all of this baloney. Because we all have election hangovers, especially my poor friends in Ohio, Florida, and Wisconsin.

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Guest Post: The Zombie Zeitgeist, Ham Radio, and the End of the World

The end of the world has been preying on my mind lately. Not in a religious, horsemen-of-the-apocalypse way  ‒— but in a more surviving-the-failure-of-modern-amenities way.

One reason for this preoccupation is my generation’s fascination not only with zombie film and literature1 but with interactive zombie games, like elaborate tag variation humans vs zombies, races with zombie-infested obstacles, and training regimes that measure fitness by ability to outrun zombies. Another is the fact that the power has gone out in my northern Virginia townhouse for at least 24-hour intervals no less than three times in the last four months, once for nearly three days in the middle of a heat wave.

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Jonah Lehrer, Scientists, and the Nature of Truth

Last week the journalism world was buzzing about — guess who? — Jonah Lehrer. Yes, again. We knew about the science writer’s self-plagiarism and Bob-Dylan-quote fabrication. Last week a New York Magazine exposé by Boris Kachka claimed that Lehrer also deliberately misrepresented other people’s ideas.

Kachka’s piece led to some fascinating discussions about whether it’s possible to tell a science story that’s both riveting and fully accurate. Science journalist Carl Zimmer, for example, wrote a thoughtful, inspiring post about the messiness of science. All of the commentary left me wanting to hear more details from the scientists in Lehrer’s stories. Had they been misrepresented? If so, how? Were they upset? Did they complain?

Kachka and Zimmer zeroed in on a 2010 story about the scientific method that Lehrer wrote for the New Yorker. The story’s premise is clear from the title (“The Truth Wears Off”), the subtitle (“Is there something wrong with the scientific method?”), the nutgraf (“It’s as if our facts were losing their truth: claims that have been enshrined in textbooks are suddenly unprovable.”), and the last few lines (“Just because an idea is true doesn’t mean it can be proved. And just because an idea can be proved doesn’t mean it’s true. When the experiments are done, we still have to choose what to believe.”). Continue reading

The Last Word

Oct. 28 – Nov. 2

Could penises become obsolete? Sure. Christie has a few beers with friends and reviews a book.

Ann & Richard each won a Windsor chair. Ann talks about Windsor chairs. Richard talks about naked ladies.

What’s happening with old nuclear materials scattered around the Arctic? Nothing good, says Jessa.

Two pieces of controversial public art, two universities, two very different outcomes, and, says Michelle, the good one was not the University of Wyoming.

Guest Helen Fields does love natural history museums but has no illusions about their flaws:  take knitting, she advises.

TGIPF: The Dawn of the Deed Edition

First, a disclaimer. This is the kind of discussion that happens when friends talk evolutionary biology over a bottle of wine. (Specifically, me, my husband Dave–whose knowledge of evolution comes from reading New Scientist magazine — and our friend Kevin.)

Christie: Penises make no sense. They’re floppy, vulnerable appendages and males spend an inordinate amount of their lives just seeking places to poke them.

Dave: You can’t pass judgement like that. They’ve obviously outcompeted other things.

Kevin: Hey — you’re dissing a man’s most important unit.

Christie: But imagine how much more productive humans could be if we didn’t have such an urgent and time-consuming urge to copulate.

Dave: You’re looking at it from a single point in time. We think of ourselves as the endpoint of evolution, but we’re not. We’re just an evolutionary snapshot.

Christie: So you’re saying that nature might find a better solution for human reproduction?

Dave: Yeah. Thanks to technology, men can already broadcast our sperm without engaging in sex.

Christie: Like those pinyon pines whose pollen make me sneeze all spring? But that takes all the fun out of it!

Kevin: Yeah, we can’t let evolution take away the act of sex. It’s what makes us human.

Dave: I’m certainly not giving up sex. But who knows where evolution might lead.

The genesis of our discussion? A review copy of The Dawn of the Deed that landed on my doorstep recently. Continue reading

The Mystery of the Windsor Chair

Ann and Richard were each pleased and proud that their books have won the same lovely prize, the American Institute of Physics’ Science Communication Award. The prize comes with money — always nice — and a Windsor chair that says American Institute of Physics on the front and has a formal citation inscribed on a large brass plate on the back. Ann received her chair in 2008. Richard’s will arrive some time following a ceremony at the American Astronomical Society meeting in Long Beach in January. They are honored and deeply grateful for the prize, but they wish to discuss this Windsor chair business. Continue reading