New Person of LWON: Erika Check Hayden

By: | March 18, 2011

There’s this idea, and I don’t know who started it, but it’s definitely floating around, out there, that science journalists are disheveled, frazzled, socially awkward and overall, just not very cool.

That nasty rumor, if I ever believed it, was quickly dispelled the day I met Erika Check Hayden. This woman is polished — in her demeanor, her trendy fashion choices and her writing. Even her name is sharp. But then she also likes Hello Kitty, so what do I know.

In any case, I couldn’t be more pleased to welcome Erika to our little corner of the interwebs. She writes about medicine, biotech and policy, and her first post is slated for Monday morning.

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Image by Josh Liba, via Flickr

Stop the Presses. Please.

By: | March 18, 2011

The subject line in the e-mail was, “Congratulations, I think….”  The message itself said, “Just read about Dark Matter finally outing itself.”

“Huh?” I wrote back.

“Haven’t you heard??? Dark Matter has been telescopically (is that a word?) observed!”

The message came from a graduate student of mine during holiday break this past December. He meant well. He knew I’d written a book involving dark matter, and he went on to say that he wondered if the discovery of dark matter just a couple of weeks before the book’s publication was good (in terms of publicity) or bad (in terms of obsolescence).

I sighed. Great. Now I had to go do an online search, just in case dark matter had in fact been discovered. Far more likely, though, was that some media outlet had misstated, or some research institution had overstated, a result.

“Dark matter,” I typed into Google. I pressed “News.” Sure enough, there it was: “Dark Matter First Seen by U.K. Telescope.”

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Searching for Jim Gray

By: | March 17, 2011

Re: Heather’s post on people who’d lost people in recent, godawful earthquakes and found them again via Google technologies.   I’d watched another high-tech-mediated search and though it doesn’t really bear thinking about, I’ll tell you anyway.

On February 1, 2007, I got an email from an astronomer named Alex Szalay saying in case I hadn’t heard, Jim Gray was lost at sea.  Gray was a software genius at Microsoft Research whose job was to do whatever he wanted.  One thing he’d wanted to do was Szalay’s project, a digital survey of the sky which had an unprecedentedly large database that Szalay had been having trouble organizing; and after Gray had helped out for free, the database became a world-class public resource.  On January 28, Gray had sailed out under the Golden Gate Bridge headed for the Farallon Islands, where he was going to scatter his mother’s ashes, and disappeared. The Coast Guard eventually searched 132,000 square miles of ocean with no luck. Continue reading →

Mapping Baltimore’s Addiction

By: | March 16, 2011
The greatest city in America? Hell yes!

Baltimore has a hard-core drug problem. The evidence is unmistakable. Head down an alley in the wrong part of town and you’re liable to find a discarded needle, some broken vials, and maybe even a shell casing or two. Why, yes. That was a gunshot. See that guy on the corner? No, he’s not tired. He’s high. Really, really high.

My fascination with Baltimore’s heroin addiction began in 2006. I can’t say what drew me to the seedy side of the city, but I quickly became obsessed. I took photograph after photograph of shuttered row houses. I donned a bulletproof vest and cruised West Baltimore with the cops. I sat in the needle exchange van and handed out clean syringes. I watched The Wire. I dropped the F-bomb with alarming frequency. I used pushpins to painstakingly mark the location of every murder on a map taped to my dining room wall. Truth be told, I went a little nuts. I thought getting close to the drug problem might help me make sense of it.

David Epstein at the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA) has come up with a far better way of understanding the epidemic. Continue reading →

Corvid Cousins

By: | March 15, 2011

Ann, I see your crows and raise you ravens.

With a beak like a Swiss army knife and an intellect to match, the raven is an icon, mascot and pest, as mysterious as it is ubiquitous. For me, as for most people up North, these winged scavengers hover just below my conscious radar. They steal balls from our grass-free golf course, mistaking them for eggs.

The common raven is one of the most prevalent birds in the world, found on every continent except South America and Australia, with four million in North America alone. Corvus corax, from the Greek for “croaker,” has been a North American resident for two million years. When humans came over the Bering land bridge, ravens were already waiting for them. Archeologists have found fossilized ravens in the earliest known human encampments in Canada, dating back 10,000 years.

They have a good deal in common with us. We’re both gregarious and family oriented. We both rely on acute sight and vocal nuance, and we recognize individuals of our species, leaning on memory and mental maps for our survival. Far from picky eaters, we both feed from many links of the food chain – hence the term “ravenous.” And perhaps our spookiest shared behaviour is our walk: like us, the raven perambulates with a lordly strut that conveys pride, purpose and curiosity.

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Google in Our Hour of Need

By: | March 14, 2011

In late February, I had my first experience of worrying from afar about a good friend caught in a catastrophic earthquake. The anxiety started just before six in the evening of February 21st, after I’d knocked off work for the day and idly flipped on the radio to catch some news. I was only half paying attention, concentrating instead on how I was going to pull together a meal from the fridge’s sparse contents, when I suddenly heard a live interview with a very distraught woman in Christchurch.

The mere mention of Christchurch and the fear in her voice immediately caught my attention. For weeks, I had watched my tennis coach and good friend Glenn Richard train hard to represent Canada in the world seniors tennis tournament in Christchurch, New Zealand. Our conversation had been about little other than Christchurch–the draw, the players, the logistics of the tournament.  Then Glenn had flown off to compete. Where was he now? Was he safe?

I turned up the radio and began pacing. The initial news–a 6.3 earthquake close to the surface, buildings in jagged rubble, people entombed in the debris–sounded terrible. And the more I heard, the more worried I got. I had some dinner with my husband, then went online to see what if anything I could learn. By then, two and a half hours had elapsed since the first devastating tremor.

At that point, something almost miraculous happened, or so it seemed then. While googling, I landed on a screen called the Google Person Finder. Someone at Google had just posted it for the Christchurch earthquake. It looked almost homemade, nothing fancy, just two boxes–a green rectangle that said “I’m looking for someone” and a blue one that said “I have information about someone.” I clicked on the green box and entered Glenn’s name. I didn’t expect much. But to my astonishment, I got an immediate message. Glenn was alive. My sense of relief was enormous. How did Google do it, I wondered? Continue reading →

Abstruse Goose: Moment of Clarity 1

By: | March 11, 2011

You doubtless remember quantum mechanics: the deeply incomprehensible chain of reasoning about how particles are also waves; and the waves aren’t physical but waves of probability; and any given thing about which you’re certain means you’re uncertain about something else.  And so on, far into the night.  The worst thing about it is, apparently it’s true.  To a gazillion decimal places.

http://abstrusegoose.com/93

Christchurch, Hardtack and the Myth of Earthquake Preparedness

By: | March 10, 2011

I sleep with old sneakers and work gloves under my bed. My house and car are stocked with hand-crank radios, potable water and archaic, shelf-stable foodstuffs like hardtack and jerky. In my closet there is a crowbar and a very large axe, which I will use, should an earthquake tumble the walls, to excavate through the rubble to my son in the next room. And also because large axes are very cool.

I live in California, within a few miles of the San Andreas Fault. And I’m nowhere near ready for when the big one comes.

Sadly, the same thing seems to have been true for Christchurch, a gem of a city on New Zealand’s South Island. When a 6.3 magnitude earthquake hit there at 12:51 pm on February 22, local time, buildings crumbled, communication broke down and at least 166 people died.

Perhaps more surprisingly, two weeks after the quake, many people in the area, especially in the eastern suburbs, are still struggling. Not Haiti 2010 struggling, thank goodness, nor even post-Katrina New Orleans struggling. But still, with water, food and information all in short supply, the question has to be asked: If even Christchurch, the very opposite of a basket case city, can’t handle a relatively small seismic event any better than this, is earthquake “preparedness” even possible? Continue reading →