Saturday, May 16, 2015
Pine Borer
In Virginia we have a pine borer that invades dead pine trees. I split a pine log today and out popped an immature borer (first two photos, top side and underside) that I think was nearly ready to come out as an adult. At the bottom is an adult beetle from Wikipedia. Click to enlarge.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Attention Appropriation
On
this blog I've written several times about what has become a major
mantra of mine: Pay Attention! Our narrow human senses are
able to capture only a small slice of reality—thus much of the
world is completely inaccessible to us. For example, we are blind to
light waves at either high (microwave) or low (infrared) frequencies.
We are deaf to sounds at very low or high frequencies. Our noses are
pretty poor at discerning scents. We miss a lot.
Compounding
the situation, our attention is often interrupted, so that even the
slice we can perceive is missed. It's amazing that we get
along as well as we do, when we miss so much! I've become
increasingly conscious of the fact that a balanced life is heavily
dependent on our ability to pay attention to that minor portion of
reality that our senses allow us to soak up, as we simultaneously
attempt to filter out useless noise.
I
live a lifestyle that helps me to focus my attention pretty much on
what seems relevant to me. I am very fortunate. I no longer
participate in mainstream society, largely because commercial
interests have become so accomplished at exploiting that valuable
quality we each possess: our attention. Sales people are literally
gobbling up our ability to concentrate, by using omnipresent ads that
persuade us to buy their wares. Everywhere we turn, we are inundated
with interfering messages that appropriate our attention.
As
John Prine sings in his song “Quit Hollerin' At Me:”
I
don't want your big french fry
I don't want your car
I don't want to buy no soap
From no washed-up movie star
You are so much louder
Than the show I wanna hear
With your sugarless gum
Gee, but I'm dumb
Non-alcoholic beer
It's enough to make a grown man
Blow up his own TV
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me.
I don't want your car
I don't want to buy no soap
From no washed-up movie star
You are so much louder
Than the show I wanna hear
With your sugarless gum
Gee, but I'm dumb
Non-alcoholic beer
It's enough to make a grown man
Blow up his own TV
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me.
These
constant interventions are literally an invasion of our freedom to
think. It is an example of transferring a personal kind of wealth
that the public owns (our attention), to private interests—in the
name of profit. Our attention really is similar to other valuable
resources that we all hold in common, such as the air we breathe and
the water we drink. Our attention is literally being stolen, much in
the same manner that commercial interests dump toxic wastes in the
environment or despoil natural resources for profit.
We
humans have evolved to notice fast-changing aspects of our world. In
the deep past it helped us avoid threats in the natural world—such
as snakes and tigers. Commercial interests have cleverly learned to
take advantage of this instinct by commanding our attention, using
fast-paced ads and entertainment. We're drawn into their sphere of
influence by the flickering and rapidly-changing images that capture
our awareness. This situation has slowly crept up on civilization, to
the point that many urban residents spend most of their waking hours
being drawn into constant clatter and distractions.
Contemplatives
throughout history have understood the necessity of paying attention
to their surroundings. Their kind of lifestyle is threatened with
extinction today. Monastic communities are dwindling. Modern people
are losing their ability to concentrate on much of anything, except
what commercial interests want us to.
The
next time an ad gets in your face or a jingle assaults your ears, it
might to help ponder what you might do to get some peace and quiet...
and pay attention, or sing out “Quit Hollerin' at Me!”
Friday, May 1, 2015
Snake Sightings
Have
you ever wondered why we humans are so spooked by the sight of a
snake? Countless examples exist of how we fear and abhor serpents.
Precious few people see a snake and do not feel an adrenalin rush and
an urge either to whop it or to flee. You don't have to teach a kid
to fear snakes—the dread comes naturally; it's deep in our DNA. For
Christians and Jews, the origin of our exile from an edenic existence
was caused by the scheming snake.
If
you consider where we humans evolved (Africa), dangerous snakes were
everywhere—cobras, vipers, and other such vermin. It's not
surprising that our deep ancestors evolved fear of and ways to avoid
snakes. A healthy fear, accompanied with an ability to quickly jump
back served them well. They passed those jumping genes on to us.
Some
recent research provides another genetic advantage that we humans
have, and we apparently have snakes to thank for it: acute vision.
Since snakes were such a threat to our ancestors, serpents literally
helped us evolve the excellent eyesight that we have. We are endowed
with forward-facing eyes, so our depth perception is superb... we can
quickly tell just how far away that viper is. Our visual acuity
surpasses most all other mammals. We possess first-rate color vision,
so we can spot that camouflaged snake in the grass. My, what great
eyes we have! The better to see you, Mr. Snake.
Snakes
are not easy to detect. Their color often allows them to blend into
their surroundings and they can appear to be a stick or a twining
vine. It's quite possible that some early hominid species which might
have otherwise evolved into something like humans, instead became
extinct, because their limited visual acuity gave the advantage to
those poisonous snakes.
Our
extremely ancient ancestors—small, lemur-like creatures who lived
among the dinosaurs—didn't need superb eyesight, because they were
nocturnal critters. They didn't hang out in the daytime, because the
dinosaurs ruled the day; so they survived by slinking around after
dark. They also didn't bump into many snakes, who slept the night
away.
As
mammals came into the light—once the dinosaurs became extinct—they
needed more acute vision, to avoid those creepy serpents. Some of
them developed superb eyesight and passed the ability on down the
line to us. So the next time you are repulsed by the sight of a
snake, realize that it's an instinct you inherited from long ago, but
also be thankful that your keen eyesight (which also lets you spot a
gorgeous bird, on a limb off in the woods) may also be a gift from
that loathsome snake in the grass.
Labels:
evolution,
fear of snakes,
human vision,
snakes
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Doggone Good Cooperation
Who'd
a thunk that our ancient alliance with wolves (who we quickly bred
into tame puppy dogs) would be related to how our ancient European
ancestors (Cro-Magnon man) out-competed the Neanderthals? It's been
known for a long time that we humans domesticated wolves tens of
thousands of years ago, and also that we outlived our Neanderthals
cousins, who disappeared some 40 thousand years ago. But the link
between these two events was only recently identified by a researcher
at Penn State University. How was this connection realized?
Neanderthals
had inhabited Europe some 200,000 years before Cro-Magnon man even
entered the scene. Neanderthals were accomplished hunters of large
herbivores such as mammoths and elk, but they also had fierce
competition from European lions, leopards, hyenas, as well as wolves.
It was very challenging and dangerous to bring down a mammoth or
bison by spears. Once you managed to kill one, lions and hyenas would
harass you and try to steal your prized meat. So Neanderthals may
have lasted a long time, but they were not all that dominant—their
population stayed modest.
Then
about 45 thousand years ago, modern humans entered Europe. Now the
Neanderthals had yet one more competitor for the hunt. Humans,
however, had an ace up their hairy sleeve: they domesticated the
wolf. It was a great example of a complementary relationship—two
potential competitors (humans and wolves, both of whom loved to dine
on mammoth meat) joined forces to make their partnership far more
effective than either one could do alone.
Those
early wolf-dogs had the job of tracking and harassing big game until
their prey tired, but then they didn't have to close in for the
kill—which could become very dangerous when they faced a cornered
and aroused adversary. Instead, humans appeared on the scene and
dispatched the prey with spears from a safe distance. Having
cooperated for the kill, dogs and humans then shared the treasure.
Together, they could also successfully fend off other carnivores who
might show up. Thus was born the human and hunting-dog team... which
proved to be a deadly combination.
In
the meantime, the Neanderthals—having been around far longer, but
who left no evidence that they ever partnered with wolves—were at a
serious disadvantage. Before long, they disappeared—followed a few
millennia later by European mammoths, bison, and giant elk. The
human-dog team was lethally efficient.
This
is just one more example of how species that managed to evolve
cooperation have fared better than those who couldn't. Yes, Darwin's
insight into the power of survival of the fittest shoes how evolution
competitively plays out, but it's not all about the fiercest
competitor always becoming triumphant. Strategic alliance have also
favored the prospering of species.
Labels:
Cro-Magnon,
dogs,
neanderthals,
species cooperation,
wolves
Friday, April 10, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
Palm Perfume
Everyone
knows what dogs do, immediately after they encounter another canine
in a non-aggressive manner: they sniff each other's butt. (If it's an
aggressive meeting, they growl first and then sniff butts.)
Many other animals also smell each other out, although most of them
do not directly head for the nether region. Odor is an ancient and
effective way of checking out a critter that one meets. Is this an
old acquaintance? Will I make friends with this dude? He looks pretty
tough, but maybe it's really a sexually receptive “she.”
These
are very animal-like behaviors. We humans like to believe that we are
different. We don't need to stick our schnoz into each other's
private parts to case out the newcomer. We look them in the eye to
judge their character. We shake their hand and see how firmly they
grip ours, or how long they hold on. Besides, our sense of smell is
not all that good anyway.
Well,
you can toss that belief into the trash, along with many other myths
that humans are special and different—as I've posted numerous times
on this blog. As it turns out, recent research in Israel and Germany
has shown that people unconsciously sniff their right hand,
just after shaking hands with another person. It's an unintentional
maneuver, and thus an instinctual one. What researchers
discovered—when participants were covertly filmed—was that people
frequently brought their right hand near their nose, just prior to
shaking hands, and then later held their hand near their nose for
even a longer time span, after a hand shake.
But
were they really sniffing the palm scent left by the other
person, or in an absent-minded way just bringing their hand up
towards their face? Like good scientists, the researchers installed
nasal catheters up the schnoz of participants and, indeed, verified
that they actually sniffed their hands, rather than simply itched
their nose or inspected their manicure.
What's
more, the chemicals transferred by the handshake were then lab
tested. What did they find? Two chemicals: squalene and hexadeconoic
acid; the latter is interestingly also known as palmatic acid.
Even more fascinating: these chemicals are known to be some of the
same ones that dogs look for, in their social butt-smelling rituals.
The circle comes round: we are just like dogs.
So
the next time you greet someone with a handshake, pay attention to
what your right hand does, immediately afterward. Are you responding
more to the firmness of their grip or the subtle palm perfume you
subsequently whiff? Are you picking up more on the steadiness of
their eye contact, or the subtle scent of their hexadeconoic acid
deposited on your paw?
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