TGIPF: Penis in My Head

It’s time for another edition of  Thank God It’s Penis Friday

As many as 99 percent of us get a song stuck in our heads at some point. This may happen because the song sparks a cognitive itch or because it contains a repetitive motif that the brain latches onto and starts echoing. Researchers have a name for songs that implant themselves in our brains — earworms.

But not all earworms are song. Some people find non-musical words or phrases stuck in their heads too. This happened to Doctor Popular, and he wrote a comic about it.

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Review: Night Thoughts of a Classical Physicist

Take up where the last review left off:  “. . . and if nonfiction writers are so entranced by the techniques and effects of fiction, why don’t they for chrissakes just write it?”   Well, they do, they just do it cheesily.  Fiction about reality – about history or, say, science — often follows the cupcake tactic and sprinkles a little history or science on top of some standard plot and conventional characters.

But what’s interesting is the fiction which doesn’t do that, fiction in which the science is integral.  In Loving Little Egypt  the plot depended at least partly on electromagnetism and the characters’ motives and acts were those of scientists.  Night Thoughts of a Classical Physicist by Russell McCormmach, does the same only more thoroughly and with radical intent:  he wants the reader to be the physicist; to be at home in the physicist’s institutional, social, political contexts; and to face the time when the science on which this physicist bases his work and philosophy and the meaning of his life falls to pieces. Continue reading

Egg-ceptionally Bad

A few days ago, while cruising my Facebook feed, I came across link that stopped me cold. The headline was “Study: Eggs Are Nearly as Bad for Your Arteries as Cigarettes.”

Bullshit, I thought. There’s no way that can be true. So I clicked on it, and ended up on the Atlantic’s Web site. But what was I reading? A blog? A news article that had come from the magazine? It wasn’t really clear. I recognized the genre immediately, however. I’m not sure it has a name. It’s not quite churnalism, because the author clearly read the paper and reported things not found in the press release. But the effect is similar: Read something, regurgitate it in your own words, don’t question the findings.

The Atlantic post simply describes the journal article: Here’s what they did, here’s what they found, here’s why you shouldn’t eat eggs very often. The author offers no assessment of the study’s credibility and does not solicit the opinions of outside experts.

Fair enough. There’s nothing wrong with taking a study at face value. Especially when the study says something like meadowlarks tend to prefer meadows with orchids over meadows with bluegrass (I made this example up). But when you’re a major news outlet and the study is concluding that eggs, a staple food, are nearly as bad for you as cigarettes, I’d like to see you do some reporting. Continue reading

Topsy-Turvy

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A friend recently took his kids on a much-anticipated trip to Disneyland. When I saw him afterward and asked how it was, he shook his head. “We went on Space Mountain,” he said, by way of explanation.

He has two kids under six, so I figured they’d gotten scared. Later, my husband told me what really happened: the kids had loved it. Our friend had nearly puked.

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The Last Word

August 13 – 17

In his second guest post, Erik Vance tells us that, with regard to end-of-the-world prophecies, we’re doing it wrong.

Christie wonders how sincere repentant dopers really are.

Abstruse Goose considers the success rate of astrobiology.

Guest poster Nicholas Sunzeff wonders if cosmology is a meaningful endeavour in a world filled with poverty.

And I end the week with a tribe of amazon lizards who reproduce asexually — but still have sex.

 

Scissor Sisters

I suppose you were expecting a penis? Today you’re not getting one.

Let’s talk instead about Cnemidophorous uniparens, an amazon tribe of Whiptail lizard that consists only of females. Having lost all its males, it now reproduces asexually. Well, kind of. A female’s eggs begin to divide after she gets it on with another female. Continue reading

Abstruse Goose: Astrobiologists & the Perpetual Happy Hour

We here at LWON have been all over this and we (ok, I) agree completely with AG:  astrobiologists  out-compete evolutionary psychologists for getting the most publicity out of the least evidence.

Also I just ran across an interesting but  illogical argument:  if  the principles of physics, chemistry, and geology “work beyond our planet,” why not biology?

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The Mix-Up that Ended the World

The Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacán is not the biggest monument you can imagine. In fact, it’s dwarfed by the hills around it that it is meant to reflect. It’s cut into four levels, each of which is about the same as a couple flights of stair in a New York apartment building.

But at 7,500 feet, any climb can be rough. The view at the top is totally worth it – something  unlike any other monument on Earth. No, not the graceful sloping of the topography or the precision lines of a long-dead culture. No, what catches is eye is the endless stream of crystal-clutching hippies clustered around the center point.

Every day, the ancient city just north of Mexico City sees hundreds or thousands of tourists belonging to two camps. One (my camp) is fascinated by an enigmatic dead empire and also wants a shot of the pyramids so astounding all their friends will comment on Facebook. The other hopes to channel the power of the ancients using $5 crystals bought at the bottom of the pyramid

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