[image courtesy of wired]

[genography: the paths of our ancestors across the globe. image courtesy of wired dot com]

The Genographic Project, a $45 million initiative backed by National Geographic, aims at producing detailed, readable and functional maps (visual and otherwise) of the ways in which DNA has spread around the global over the past sixty thousand years. With a quarter million and growing fast volunteers hailing from the four corners from the earth, the project has already managed to map out some seriously impressive paths across the globe, the primary source of DNA being cheek swabs. You yourself can purchase a starter kit from National Geographic (follow the first link above…), send in a swab and not only discover the many paths your DNA has swept across the globe but participate in and aid this project.

Here we find corroboration that such research is necessarily and intricately intertwined with our histories. To quote,

One study by project scientists Pierre Zalloua and Chris Tyler-Smith has discovered a genetic marker typical of Europeans in modern Lebanese men. The inference is clear they say: this distinctive Y-chromosome was left behind by 11th-century Crusaders when they invaded Lebanon and then settled in the country. A similar sort of genetic legacy has been detected in regions where Gengis Khan ruled and which has been linked to the many male descendants he produced.

These conjectural highways, appropriately (or not?) designated such nomenclature as M343, M174 etc…, paths trodden out and lands rode upon time and time again, necessarily span all the continents bar the southernmost and the Genographic Project’s website has some very interesting interactive visualisations of the interplay between the genography of our multifarious landscapes and the history which is now burnt upon the land: the appropriately named (yes) Globe of Human History and Atlas of the Human Journey.

I would like to see this coupled with Ben Fry’s Genome Valence, which visualises genes themselves, in the sense that it maps out the different sequences of nucleic acids which can occur in various organisms:

[from genome valence, courtesy of ben fry]

[image courtesy of ben fry]

Since 99.9% of the three billion nucleotides which make up the human gemone are the same, what i suggest is an evolving interactive globe showing the paths traced out by all our ancestors, along with imagery capturing data sets which encapsulate those slight variations, that 0.1% which make us all so very different, these superimposed perhaps when your mouse hovers above a particular location at a particular point in time, varying as earth revolves and as the timeline oscillates between then and now. Palimpsests of genetic data fading in and out, meaningful, retrievable.

 

I am pleased to announce that Australia, the largest island in the world, has just been dramatically increased in size. Martin Ferguson, Federal Resources Minister

Australia, seemingly overnight or in a split second indeed, has grown 2.5 million square kilometres OR twenty times the size of the United Kingdom, the SMH reported last week. However, as always and of course, not all is exactly as it seems: the land granted by the UN, granted after at least 15 years of Australian persistence, is all UNDERWATER. Yes, all of it, and Australia’s control of the land does not extend to the waterways on the surfaces of the oceans in question. What we have, in fact, is an extension of our continental shelf every which way:

Three dimensional land configurations reappearing in differing guises, most commonly seen clad in the language of airspace, Australia is creeping back down into the shores we once slithered out of, returning to the ocean to look for, among other varied resources, OIL OIL OIL!!! Three letters signifying clout in trade and commerce alike, signifying also a commodity to run out of soon enough. All this having been said, Australia does indeed need oil. Nor should any of us ever forget Brendan Nelson’s (current Australian Opposition leader, then Minister for Defense) admission that troops were kept in Iraq for this blackest of worldly golds, reported here. Lest we forget how consumer petrol prices rose when we invaded Iraq.

Of course, the United Nations granting land is exactly how these things should come about, in contrast to Russia mid last year sticking what may as well have been a Soviet flag in the floor of the Arctic ocean, claiming the land in question to be an extension of its continental shelf. Countries such as Canada were, for obvious reasons, seriously pissed off and compared the action to 15th century land-grabbing.

[2007 TIME magazine person of the year: seriously dangerous land-grabber]

Anyway, returning to the Artic’s southern conterpart, the only continent without native human population, Antarctica, we read that Australia will not be mining in its new sub-Antarctic lands. In a world where our ice shelves are melting at an already alarming rate, where the Northwest passage may actually soon open up (trade shifts resultant may be fascinating, however, seriously, the northwest passage is melting…), it is clear that we should not be mining in such volatile regions. This is why the Antarctic Treaty System is so important. I urge you to read about it at Cool Antarctica, a website very informative for those interested in the land.

[the eco-city Masdar, as projected by Lord Foster. Image from Building Design]

–The world’s first sustainable city is on its way!— Lord Foster, architect/Brit/Lord proclaims. And from what the Guardian here tells us, this may not be far from the truth at all. A city powered in its entirety by the sun.

In short, the plans for ‘Masdar’ (Arabic for ‘the source’), revealed late last month, are as follows: a solar power station is to be built in the heart of the heart of the desert in the United Arab Emirates and this station will power the entire construction of the city, a city to house 50,000 people, a city without cars and yet with 3 different levels of potential transport, one for a light-rail, a 2nd for pedestrians and a 3rd for what the Guardian refers to as “personalised transport pods”, a kind of driverless taxi. The roads will be slender and short, the buildings a maximum of 5 stories high and potentially 80% of the roofspace will be used to generate solar power. This all in what is possibly one of the harshest environments on the face of the earth.

[the future! as projected by fosterandpartners.com]

 

Now this reminds me of two things. The first can be found here and is a plan developed by the Trans-Mediterranean Renewable Energy Corporation to build solar energy plants across North Africa:

More than a hundred of the generators, each fitted with thousands of huge mirrors, would generate electricity to be transmitted by undersea cable to Europe and then distributed across the continent to European Union member nations…

On top of this, the superheated steam (superheated by the Sun!), after driving turbines to generate the electricity, would be used to boil sea water (in effect, a desalination plant), the fresh water vapour of which could be used to give drinking water to African nations in dire need of it. In the end,

The Desertec project envisages a ring of a thousand of these stations being built along the coast of northern Africa and round into the Mediterranean coast of the Middle East.

The plans for Masdar also remind me of Dubai The World, the man-made islands which themselves form an atlas of this our very globe:

[If you haven't seen this before, yes, people have actually done this.]

 

Masdar is a phenomenal idea and could well set a precedent for ways in which climate change can and should be battled. But it also strikes me as yet another way way for the United Arab Emirates to try and one-up their counterparts in Dubai, both places striving to have the most amazing cities in the Gulf. It is, however, far more important than Dubai The World which strikes me as an exercise in supreme oil-money-laden idiocy. They, Dubai The World, tell us, tell you, tell me, in hope of increasing tourism in the self-proclaimed ‘desert’s most exciting city’:

300 islands. 386 million tonnes of rock. 232 kilometres of new coastline. 27 km-long breakwater. Like nothing else. Found nowhere else. Epic.


What you see here is neither a heavenly dance of the aeternal Gods nor the Poesie of Nature; both of these descriptions, rather, would be favoured by those inclined to rely on the subtle mechanics of Mortal Poetry, among whose number I usually find myself, however!: the Northern Lights OR the Aurora Borealis (oh yes more poetics, this time the antiquated Aurora, Roman goddess of the Dawn, popping up with an ever-so-wry smile tailed by Boreas, the Northern Wind) have recently inspired in me some strange desire for the fruits of Rational Thought, manifesting in a mega-web-quest for at least a quasi-scientific explanation behind this celestial phenomenomenon. And so, and so we have—

The Aurora Borealis comes about in the following manner:

  • Charged particles (for example, electrons) in the sun’s solar wind collide with atoms in the earth’s upper atmosphere.
  • These atoms gain energy as a result of this collision.
  • The atoms then release said energy in the form of Light and Aurora is once again born eternal.
  • The multifarious array of colours occurs because different atoms produce different hues when excited:


Thus the heavenly dance, the divine jig, the goddess Aurora’s celestial renewal, born again and again no longer to the deafening sounds of Angelic choirs but now and ever to the roaring crash of Ra’s harsh breath. This is the science of the matter, in stark contrast to the plethora of folklore apparent such as the Inuit belief that the Northern Lights were the spirits of the dead playing football with a walrus’ skull.


However, this is NOT the whole story, haha! What else, pray tell, could there possibly be?The New Scientist will inform you in Magnetic Dance makes Auroras glow that the Northern Lights along with their Southern counterparts are not merely

governed by the strength of the solar wind alone, but by the interplay between the Earth’s and the Sun’s magnetic fields,…


Remember the shock-horror-o-my-heavens response elicited from you, a child at the time, by the simple fact that the earth is a huge fucking magnet?!

Well, what the research says is that the earth’s dipole is responsible for all weird and wacky types of ’space weather’, including the Auroras. Moreover, there is now a single formula to predict the strength of the Lights. Although this is by no means the discovery of the God particle, Poets of the Earth would have us believe this formula akin to the original manuscript of The Art of Fugue.

This is why the Auroras occur at the poles.

Now this is what really interests me: the geological records of the earth tell us that over the last billion years, the poles have flipped many times. This Hegelian nightmare could have absurdly extreme consequences, including the annihilation of Everything as we know it. Right now we are between pole reversals and the next one is long overdue:


[image: check this out]


Were the poles to flip, slowly or ever-so-suddenly, neither you nor I would need to travel to anywhere to see the Northern/Southern Lights, the poles would surely find us, each and every one of us around the globe and just a step behind would be the bright lights, whether they be Aurora in her chariot, the Inuit dead kickin’ around a walrus’ skull or just plain ol’ oxygen, nitrogen, neon and the rest bathing the whole damned world in some of the prettiest configurations of hue, form and texture we ever did see:


[image: from nordlicht]


[image: wow. this is from nasa's space weather webpage]


[image: of course, of course, a great site here]

Oscar the cat

[Oscar the Cat or the Angel of Death? from the guardian]

 

Oscar the Cat, resident at the Steere nursing home, Providence, Rhode Island, has ‘an uncanny ability to predict when nursing home patients are going to die’, according to our old friend the guardian unlimited. What happens is the following: Oscar will generally walk around the nursing home not paying much attention to anyone, purportedly not the friendliest of cats. However!, every now and then Oscar will approach a resident and hang out with them. 25 times in a row this patient has passed away within four hours of Oscar befriending them.

 

So: either Oscar is the grim reaper and his presence in fact causes the subsequent death of said patient OR he is able to sense something, a shift, a movement, just as nurses are able to do so after spending enough time in such a place. The former suggestion is absurd and the latter highly credible; of course, Oscar’s sense seems more highly tuned than that of any nurse. What I find fascinating is not that Oscar can tell such a thing, but that an otherwise unfriendly cat will decide to join someone in their very last hours. And now when Oscar does join a person their family will be called straight away and informed. Only one family member so far has asked Oscar to leave the room for their father’s last moments.

 

And then there’s my concern for the patient, entirely aware and aware and aware of Oscar’s uncanny gift, who, at sunset, sipping on a cup of camomile tea, has Oscar pass by, stop, stay still for an instant, yes, just an instant, turn around, approach and sit down next to them with his head slightly touching the side of their right calf.

 

—-Oscar, has my time come? ————-…——–

raven2

[the all seeing eye of a raven: pbs nature]

 

Spiegel online International has recently reported that ravens are indeed the smartest guys around town. This is, of course, according to leading ravenologists Mareike Stöwe and Thomas Bugnyar at the Konrad Lorenz Research Center in Grünau, Austria. Most recent diversions for these wily birds include such recreation as what the experts have dubbed wild boar rodeo, in which

The especially courageous [ravens] grab a boar by the tail and let themselves be towed through the snow on their backs, as if by a drag lift.

 

Were watching a raven be dragged around by a boar the extent of the research undertaken, i would be slightly dubious as to the ravenologists’ claims of their chosen object of study’s intelligence, however!: the following observations should really convince any sceptics of the superior-mind-at-work behind the -oh-so-evil-eye of every blackbird….

 

  • ravens are scavengers: when eating flesh, it will have been killed by another beast-of-prey, for example a wolf. Now, if a raven sees an animal weaker than a wolf, it will croak and scream to direct the attention of any nearby wolves to this animal in order, of course, for them to kill it, the raven, lover of carrion that it is, feeding on the remains.
  • When plundering a corpse of rotting flesh, a raven will not necessarily eat it straight away. More often than not it will grab as much as it can and hide it elsewhere, then go back and repeat this process so as to retrieve more meat for the long term.
  • If two ravens are plundering the same corpse, each will remember where the other has buried their fleshy carrion treasure. Not only this, but each one will note that the other has noticed where they have buried their food. For this reason some ravens may pretend to hide their food in one particular place, then transfer it elsewhere when no other glimmering black eyes are watching.
  • Now this is amazing: lets say raven X and raven Y are tearing apart a corpse. Not only, for instance, will raven X be watching raven Y in order to see where raven Y puts its stash and not only will raven Y be aware of raven X’s voyeuristic hatching-of-a-plan, BUT raven X will pretend NOT to be watching, it will pretend to be grooming its feathers or something like that so as not to arouse the suspicion of raven Y. However, were raven X watching a wolf bury some meat it would do so openly and dig it up as soon as the wolf was out of sight because the raven knows that wolves are stupid.

As the Spiegel will tell you,

They have a long evolutionary process of espionage and counter-espionage to build on, in the course of which they [ravens] became masters of deceit and problem-solving. They got better and better at guessing the intentions of others and concealing their own. “Ravens are cognitively equal to a two-year-old child,” says Bugnyar.

 

 

 

five ravens

[five ravens pretending not to watch each other pretending not to watch each other.]

Seeing the television quiz show is effectively dead, perhaps the next step is an animal think-off, a show in which the mind of a raven is pitted against that of a dolphin to see once and for all which animal intellect towers above the rest, engulfed in its very shadow. However, at the earliest signs of defeat, would the crow get some wolves onto the dolphin’s ass? Rrrarrk! Or would the dolphin attempt to get frisky with the crow, perhaps, highly sexualised creature that it is?

The dolphins! Sexual appetite vs intelligence in animals other than human beings? Do you remember the trouble Peter Singer got into with the neocon. born-agains who probably aren’t anywhere near as clever as crows for posing the question: is bestiality really wrong if instigated by the animal? This was in particular reference to dolphins getting frisky with humans.

See Newswise: Animals Think in Their Own Way, But Unlike Humans to find out whether or not dolphins are the only species apart from humans that engage in sex for pleasure and not for procreation and that

among Australian dolphins sex is quite violent.

[sexual predators of the pacific. The dolphin Snake (pictured left, staring at you) pictured above is wanted on hundreds of charges of coercion and intercourse with humans: see this]

[image: a wedding ring made from bone with
inscription ab intra, meaning from within]


–But baby look at this f**kin’ ring I gotcha, c’mon I sold my wheels for this. Look, look at the size of dat diamond: dat shit’d make yo’ sistas faint!

–I don’t want no goddamn gems no more, muthaf**ka! I WANT YOUR BONE!

This is the way things are: people are getting married and instead of exchanging vows and (semi-)precious metals and gemstones, they are exchanging vows and rings made from their own bone. No shit. See The Modern Wedding: now exchange vows and bones in The Guardian.

How to do this? Well, let’s say 50 cent wanted to give the Mrs 50 cent-to-be a ring made from his bone. Then

  1. 50 cent would first have to get his wisdom teeth removed so that the dentist/biojewellers could stick a needle into his jawbone to extract osteoblasts, the cells which prompt the growth of bone.
  2. [image: 50 cent gettin' wise]

  3. 50 cent’s biojewellers would then grow bone cells from the osteoblasts in a petri dish on a ring of “bioglass”, a porous substance which dissolves as the bone-ring grows to replace it:

    [image: ring of "bioglass"]

  4. The ring of the supastar’s bone would then be fixed to a metal band et cetera et ceteri, possibly engraved, one may even attempt to insert precious stones.

Eager warriors of the bone may indeed ask how much, how much??! 2000 pounds sterling is the current going rate and this does NOT include the extraction of the wisdom teeth. The biojewellers even have their own website and it’s a good one; you even get to meet couples who have decided to diverge from the path tradition has laid before them and gone the Way of the Bone.

This type of innovation does not occur enough. What it reminds me of is the idea behind putting the following two facts together:

  • Diamonds can be made/synthesised from virtually anything containing carbon.
  • Humans contain carbon. In particular, the ashes of a person who has been cremated contain carbon.

[image: the millenium star diamond 1]

For cases of ashes turned to diamonds, look here.

The idea of turning your deceased loved one’s remains into a diamond and the idea of using your own bone as a wedding ring previously would have both been metaphors, figures of speech, sweet nothings whispered into the nape of a lover. In a sense, they probably still are. However, John Barber’s metaphor is ever so real:

When John Barber thinks about his wife Lynn, who died from cancer a few weeks ago, he remembers her eyes. “She had beautiful blue eyes,” Barber said. Now he’s anxiously awaiting the arrival of blue diamonds, created from his wife’s ashes. (see this here article).

[image: our friends the polar bears and their declining habitat,
the new york times]


Now we all knew that is was really only a matter of time before Richard Branson would offer a $25 million prize to the first person to solve climate change, as The New Scientist reports here. Do not mistake my tone by presuming i mean to trivialise what is actually an amazing act and may indeed prove entirely productive. I just find Richard Branson such a bizarre character i sometimes fail to believe he is real; rather, he seems to me a character Jules Verne would have concocted had he been alive 100 years later than he was.

Anyway, Branson’s Virgin Earth Challenge will most certainly summon up a plethora of earth-savers and climate-change crusaders; there are already a whole bunch of seemingly mad-hatter-although-possibly-not ideas out there, among which one may find numbered

  • injecting into the atmosphere millions of tons of sulphur to reflect 1% of sunlight back out there. This would have the added effect of creating acid rain and possible respiratory problems. It was also suggested by a Nobel Laureate, Paul Crutzen.
  • a giant orbiting dust cloud.
  • painting the ground white to reflect the Light!

Check out Physicsweb for a discussion of these ideas. Please do note that Sir Richard is not offering the prize for discoveries of efficient alternative energy sources AND he does own Virgin airlines.

[image: photo of richard branson from the venus transit 2004 website]


[image: photo of the sun from solarnavigator.net]

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