Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Socialism and the Selfish Gene: Part 1

I am one of three coordinators for the Evergreen State College Community Gardens, which is a position I love. As Dude in Charge of Seed Orders, I get to order up some really awesome agrobiodiversity, and I have two amazing guys who coordinate the gardens with me. Recently, though, I've been feeling some tension with one of them, despite the fact that he and I generally get along well, and really respect each other's work. Last night, I was reading me some of that dreamy Ed Yong's blog, Not Exactly Rocket Science, and it struck me that some of my issues with him stem from the differing bargaining styles we use.

For example, we have a stipend of three thousand dollars, ostensibly for three coordinators. We only had two over the summer, though, and since we're dramatically underfunded, I proposed that we break the check in the following way: I'll take eight hundred (and we'll take the three hundred we already set aside for seed orders from my chunk), a thousand will get donated back to the community gardens, and the other coordinator will get twelve hundred, because of all the extra work he does. Mind you, I think this is totally reasonable, otherwise I wouldn't have made it an offer, but I was expecting some insistence that either a) some of the seed order money would come from the community pot/ we'd share that expense or b) he would insist that we get equal cuts, in light of the sacrifice to seed banks I was making. Instead, my co-coordinator just went 'sounds great!" and then we moved on.

Obviously, I was not upset by this (he more than deserves it, and he legitimately has been doing more work than me on our upcoming Harvest Festival), but I was puzzled. I'd expected some "After you Alfonse" during which we negotiated something more equitable.
I'd come up in a school of bargaining that implied long term, close relationships, in which the goal of the game is sustainable, equitable relations. You gain by being the first to offer up resources and you lose by accepting more resources from the other person than you're getting. Evergreen, by and large, plays by those rules, as do old ladies, whom I also tend to get along well with. You say "oh no, I insist you take this, you've earned it", and then they say "oh no, you've done so much, I just can't, in good conscience. YOU should take the extra cut", and then we haggle against ourselves until we agree to take the same amount, all things considered, but now we both feel a lot better about each other and ourselves. Another example of this is when someone offers you a glass of lemonade or water, and you decline the first two times they offer, and then you accept when they insist.

In close relationships (usually older, well-established ones, or ones that are bonded by other, stronger measures, such as romantic or familial relationships), this competitive resource allocation is replaced by a mutual "what's mine is yours" mentality, where you take what you need and give what is needed without question.

It's always interesting to come across people who weren't socialized into these rules. In this instance, I didn't mind that he got a little more than me, but I was confused as to why he was playing the game so poorly. He's definitely earned an extra bonus, it's not a question of that, and we're both going to be spending some of our own money on harvest fest on top of the thousand we already donated, but that was simply not how I'm used to that getting negotiated. It led me to thinking about what sort of societal pressures lead to various haggling styles. Minnesota Nice and Southern Hospitality are famous, as are the more ill-fated generosity of the Taino and Tahitians. In the Salish Sea region of Cascadia, competitive giving had replaced more traditional warfare as a means of redistributing wealth and power among the various families and tribes of the region. I think it's probably telling that the areas famous for (allegedly) indiscriminate generosity tend to be areas that have relatively little movement of people within the region, and lower diversity of recent immigrants. This is long term individual or even lineage selection, where the costs you pay today may not be repaid for years, or even generations. You can get away with that because you are long lived and you aren't going anywhere. Conversely, in areas with a higher turnover of people, it's easier to cheat in this system: You could merrily accept the overgenerous offer that someone has made you (and may later resent), with the knowledge that chances are, you or they won't be around long enough to worry about the social consequences.

This is actually one of the arguments for increasing quality and length of life, and reducing the birthrate, in poor communities. It also is a reason to promote localized agriculture, and other incentives for people generally to find a place and stay there. Evolutionarily speaking, if we, our descendants, our neighbors, and their descendants, are all likely to be here for a long while, it makes sense to be kinder to each other. Human memories are long, due to language they are in some senses longer than lifespans. A lot of crappy stuff can happen to a person over the course of our lives, and it makes sense to cultivate charity in those you're likely to be around by spreading your own wealth around when you've got it.

I think this old article from the New York Times sums up this mindset pretty well:

In most places, people are clamoring for flu shots - waiting in lines, calling every clinic in town, even going to Canada. But in Minnesota, the opposite problem has emerged: even people considered most vulnerable are forgoing the shots so there will be enough left for others.

This puzzling reaction has left state health officials charmed, but also urging an estimated 1.6 million high-risk residents to be vaccinated.

Concerns about quality control at a vaccine plant in Britain led to a shortage of flu vaccine in the United States and led health officials to ask that shots be limited to those most susceptible to complications from the flu, including children younger than 2, adults older than 65 and the chronically ill.

But in Minnesota, officials said, more high-risk people are passing on the shots than in years past.

Ann Thiel, 88, of Inver Grove Heights, said she had gotten a flu shot every year for the past decade after a case of the flu caused her esophagus to rupture. But after hearing about the shortage, she decided not to get her annual shot.

"I think an awful lot of money is spent on people my age at the expense of younger people," Mrs. Thiel said. "I think I've had more than my share of good luck."

People like Kristen Ehresmann, manager of the immunizations section of the Minnesota Department of Health, are trying to spread the word that the state still has about 120,000 flu shots left, and that the most vulnerable need not go without.

Still, the trend here has been clear. At a clinic in Bloomington on Friday, only 259 people showed up for 800 shots. Last month, a Dodge County clinic administered 200 shots instead of the 1,000 it gives most years.

"They call it Minnesota nice," Ms. Ehresmann said. "People feel that they should defer for someone who needs it more."

Given the surplus, state officials say they may allow health care workers, who had been asked to skip the shots, to get them next month, Ms. Ehresmann said. And if the state meets its need, officials may consider sending leftovers to other states.

Mary Ann Blade, chief executive of the Minnesota Visiting Nurse Agency, which has 24 flu shot clinics planned this weekend, said she had heard of an elderly couple who drove around Minneapolis looking for long lines of people to find a flu shot clinic, but there were no long lines.

"I love Minnesota, though," she said. "They are so wonderful and worried about each other. That's the real strength of Minnesota, I think."


That is the sort of world I'd like to live in. Which puts me in a bit of a bind. I also like hearing a lot of different languages being spoken as I walk down the street, eating food I've never heard of before, and I know that science itself depends on the free flow of widely divergent worldviews, which in turn depends to a large degree on people moving around and introducing themselves to each other. How do we create a culture of recipocal altruism without halting the flow of genes, goods, language, and ideas that comes with a highly fluid society? I'm going to try and look the way other cultures have solved this problem in tomorrow's post.

Friday, July 3, 2009

In Which I Reveal the Depths of My P.C. Nature

Sciencewomen posted today in the defense of using gender neutral pronouns like "ze" and "hir" in evaluating her students:

In defense of hir in a male-dominated environment


I have a bit of a soft spot myself for ze and hir, mainly because they speak to one of my favorite aspects of the English Language: the magpie tendency to nab shiny bits from other languages, or simply make something up on the spot, when faced with a novel linguistic situation. It is nice not to have to deal with the awkward phrasing of the singular "they/their" or the bizarre passive voice that comes with being limited to "one/one's".

That said, I don't generally use the pronoun myself unless asked to, with one notable exception: in Animal Behavior & Zoology, we as a class converged on using "ze" and "hir" when we were talking about the behavior of an animal we didn't know the sex or gender of. While this can be written off as a product of me going to a liberal alternative college in the Pacific Northwest, I feel that our reasoning was pretty solid: by insisting on using he/she/ze and refraining from using "it" regardless of whether our subjects were poison dart frogs searching for a mate on a bromeliad or humans searching for a mate on OKCupid, we were trying within our limitations to see both human and other animal subjects in the same evolutionary lens.

This means that we are forced to acknowledge a certain amount of agency in our subjects: just because an animals genes/environment make it feel "right" to tend toward a certain behavior, doesn't mean that the animal in question will follow that tendency. Thus, an alligator may be prone to snatching squirmy or rotten prey from the water's edge, but that doesn't mean that it won't go for the odd watermelon thrown its way.

Further, it acknowledges that, like any other person, we really don't know what is going on in an animals minds when they take a certain action. Perhaps when a bluegill dances in the water over his nest, he is doing a sexy dance to attract lady fish. Perhaps he is doing a sexy dance to attract gentleman fish. Perhaps he is warding off predators, or relieving some stress. Perhaps he is playing. Perhaps he is neurotic. Perhaps he is reacting to some novel chemical now in the water that wasn't there for most of the species' evolutionary history, but happened to coincide with the time we started paying attention to dancing fish. We can make hypotheses, and we can use Occam's Razor and the available data to winnow through them and be pretty sure about the evolutionary reasoning (or more rarely, malfunction) behind his actions, but we can never be positive, and we must never act as though we are positive.

The more experience we have in animals' lives, the more we're realizing the level to which they are individuals. Evolution is like improvisational jazz: there are physical limits based on the instruments available and cultural limits based on how and how well the musicians have learned to play them, and we can predict a lot about what we're going to hear based on that. However, the environment they're playing in, the musicians' relationships with each other, the feedback they get from the crowd, the chance ways they play off each other, and the whims of the player are harder to predict, and we're going to be surprised.

On the other hand, almost everything we do has some evolutionary drive behind it, even if we have so changed the environment we live in that those triggers may now be misfiring. Selective pressures affect genes and memes in a lot of the same ways, so even nongenetic traits have predictive elements to them. I want to give myself the best chance I can to look at my actions and the actions of my human subjects in as close as I can get to the same critical framework I'd use on any other animal, and not allow any of my social primate emotional tools to trick me into biasing my observations. A professor of mine said that the closer to humans you get in the sciences, the more fanciful the claims you'll hear seriously entertained. As a reformed Aquatic Ape believer, I know I'm as vulnerable as anyone on this.

I see "ze" and "hir" as being useful in the same sort of way as naming your study animals. It allows for a little more precision ("they" and "one" in reference to individual animals of indeterminate gender can be confusing to read), and because the words stick out to us, they force the authors to be honest about where their biases lie, and be that much more careful as a result. As a biologist in training, I want to avail myself of every tool I've got acces to that will allow me to be as critical, skeptical, and cautious as I can in my theory weaving. If I have to sound a little ridiculous in the process, so be it.








Worse has happened to my dignity in the name of science.





This can not stand.

So, I caught the BBC article on the new Australian dinos, and a sentence struck me as...odd:

"Queensland Museum palaeontologist, Scott Hucknell, said the carnivore, Australovenator wintonensis, was even bigger and more terrifying than velociraptor made famous in the Jurassic Park movies."

Bigger than a velociraptor, you say? My word! That's almost alpaca-sized! Terrifying!

I thought that was just an odd fluke, but then, when looking up more reliable information on this discovery, I came across this, from the Daily Telegraph:


Jurassic
Massive attack ... Velociraptor, left, and Spinosaurus in scene from Jurassic Park III.

THREE new species of Australian dinosaur have been discovered in a prehistoric billabong in western Queensland.

Premier Anna Bligh announced the discovery in the central western town of Winton today as she opened the first stage of the Australian Age of Dinosaurs Museum of Natural History.

The dinosaurs have been nicknamed after characters created by poet Banjo Paterson, who is said to have written Waltzing Matilda in Winton in 1885.

Banjo (carnivorous theropod), Matilda and Clancy (giant plant-eating sauropods) were found in a vast geological deposit near Winton that dates from 98 million years ago.

The first new sauropods to be named in Australia in more than 75 years were unearthed during State Government-funded joint Australian Age of Dinosaurs Museum and Queensland Museum digs.

The meat-eating Australovenator wintonensis (Banjo) has been coined Australia's answer to the velociraptor made famous in the Jurassic Park movies (pictured).


...


Seriously?

Let's see, screenshot from the worst of the Jurassic Park movies standing in for a valid reconstruction, grossly misidentifying the animal you're using for your bizarre and irrelevant comparison (raptors and Australovenator have about as much in common with each other, evolutionarily and niche-wise, as a badger and a pangolin), and getting the time period the animals lived in wrong by about forty million years. They hit the sucky science reporting trifecta!


Monday, December 22, 2008

A Day that will Live in Infamy

Something unprecedented has just happened: Colin has found an animal that grosses him out.

My taste in creatures has always run along the cutting edge of Hugly (animals who are awkward-looking to the point of being endearing, like manatees, or bulwer's pheasants). I would cuddle hagfish, if they wouldn't use it as an excuse to burrow inside of me and feast on my entrails. Candiru? Adorable AND fascinating. My dearest snuggle-buddy of the past year has been Citlali, a Chilean Rose-Hair Tarantula.

Golden Snub-Nosed Monkeys, though. These guys are too much for me.

I don't know if I've just never payed enough attention when looking at them, or if I just saw really misleading pictures, but man. Man.

They're the perfect Star Trek Alien. Hominoid, with knowing, limpid eyes, too-smooth blue skin, freaky Death's-Head nose, a catfish-liketentacled maw. The fact that they're much stranger than anything Sci-Fi has produced and are close relatives is just a sign of the criminal lack of creativity in science fiction television. But I digress.

Yes, they're ugly as adults, but they start off cute, right? I mean even geoducks look cute when they're finger-sized little chubbies. We're so hard-wired for nurturing that anything small, infantile, and helpless is going to warm our hearts.




Nope. Still eerie.




Why, hello. I'm an unnerving chinese Space-Monkey, freshly imported from the Uncanny Valley. I just want to be friends with you. Come closer, so that I may share my incomprehensible alien Space-Monkey thoughts with you.


Closer, if you don't mind.


Yes...




EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Poor, Dear Penguins

The Tourist Trail
by John Yunker

I found this story in my reader today via Penguinology, a wonderful blog that is exactly what it sounds like. It so perfectly encapsulates what it's like to do field research, how rewarding and numbing and frustrating it is to be working in a spectacular, inconvenient location with beautiful, endearing animals that are dying in droves, that I have no choice but to proselytize it using whatever means I have available. More importantly than its accuracy in those emotions is how damned well it conveys them. This is one of the best written texts I've come across this quarter. I'm recommending making it required reading for my class.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

A Love of Science Leads to a Pauper's Grave: Part I

Being the egotist that I am, the temptation to enter a medium where the brainspoor of my daily ruminations could be followed by many people at once was an inevitability. What spurred me to actually get around to the actual blogging, however, are the pair of trips I'm planning to take in 2009.

In the first, I'll be going to Bocas del Toro Island in Panama with my class, Animal Behavior and Zoology. It will be a five week stay at the
Bocas del Toro Biological Station, which is run by the the Institute for Tropical Ecology and Conservation (ITEC). Tech willing, I'll be blogging my experiences there, so I'll be able bring y'all with me without flauting human trafficking laws. I hope to see Bulldog Bats in action (more about these guys, who are so much more awesome than their name implies, in a later post), and perhaps see Pygmy Sloths, which live only in the archipelago.

Something those of you who don't yet know me will soo
n learn, if you stick around, is that I have a special love of the Critter Bonsai that islands of many types seem so fond of producing. I'm also a big edentate fan in general, and a sloth guy in specific, so going to an island that combines these loves is such a treat for me. I'll blog more about Pygmy Sloths and island dwarfism later this week; for now, enjoy this photo of a Pygmy Sloth (Bradypus pygmaeus) waving hello with his wee handclaw (he may also be trying to ward you off with an offer to separate the skin of your face from your skull. Either way it's adorable):



While seeing the sloths and bats would be a huge perk, my primary goal is going to be to develop my tropical research skills. I have traveled shockingly little for someone growing up in the region and socioeconomic class that I did; as of this post I have not visited a country that wasn't part of NAFTA since leaving the womb. For a lot of reasons that I'm going to be getting into in a later post (I'm an intellectual cocktease, I know, I apologize), stable climates are where a lot of the neat evolutionary stuff happens. My own Heat vs Cold preferences aside, I'm thus going to have to spend a lot of research hours in climatologically stable equatorial regions. Developing the unique skillset required for tropical research (for example, learning to wear rubber bots because most venomous snakes strike at the ankles, or developing a search-image for tick bombs, which are exactly what they sound like) is key to my future as an evolutionary biologist who wants to test his theories.

This trip I'm going on is a golden opportunity for it. Along with hanging out at the biological research station and following my own research projects, I'll have the opportunity to see a ton of Panamanian biological goodness, guided by my professor Heather Heying, as well as Pete Lahanas, the director and founder of ITEC. Among other ecological delights, we'll be hiking Sendero de los Quetzales ("Path of the Quetzals"),



exploring the Kuna Yana (which has an interesting history for anyone interested in Indigenous Rights), explore the canopy on Bocas del Toro, get a primer on the medicinal properties of native plants by a local healer in the Darien, and visit the famous Barro Colorado Island and spent time at Smithsonian's field station there. In summation, I am really freaking psyched about this trip. It's a culmination of a lot of my research up to this point, and something I've been looking forward to for literally years, since my first year at Evergreen when Heather first mentioned she'd be creating this program.

Of course, this trip is going to cost me a fortune. Once I add up the price of vaccinations, plane tickets, the fee for the trip, getting a passport, health insurance, the aforementioned rubber boots, mosquito netting and other miscellaneous expenses, and of course out-of-state tuition, this trip is expected to cost me a minimum of $10,915. This is about $15,705 dollars more than I currently possess. Short of prostitution (something that is not off the table), I simply do not know how I am going to make this kind of money by the second week of January, when everything's due.

Like most get rich quick schemes, this one begins on the internet (unlike most get rich quick schemes, however, this one does not end with me in federal prison - unless I do end up going the prostitution route). You'll note the Paypal bar in the corner of this blog, and the ads blemishing the bottom of this page. To say that this is a sucky time to ask for money would be akin to calling the Inquisition a sucky time to be a Jew, or Trinidad a sucky place to be a snowflake. If you can't afford donations, I very much understand. If however, you could click on an ad or two to
toss a few pence my way, I'd greatly appreciate it.


I could even do a little jig for you, if you'd like:


Friday, December 5, 2008

Fieldwork Makes Me Fat

Whenever Animal Behavior and Zoology goes out on multiday field trips, we end up in these research stations with big kickass kitchens that we use to their full potential. Everyone divvies into small groups and takes charge of a couple meals, making everyone a big batch of whatever it is that they've been craving that week. Evergreen attracts foodies (I think it's a hippie thing), and Animal Behavior and Zoology has a lot of older students who've had time to get their cooking groove on. I'm pretty altricial in the kitchen, and many of the recipes would be beyond me without Adult Supervision. Some, however, are pretty straightforward, and super delicious. I share with you here three of my favorites:



Bastardized Senegalese Peanut Soup
Serves 4

2 cups chopped red onion
2 tablespoons peanut oil
½ teaspoon cayenne pepper
2-3 dried chipotle peppers
1 tablespoon pressed garlic cloves
2 cups chopped swiss chard
3 cups cubed sweet potatoes (1-inch cubes)
3 cups tomato juice
1 cup apricot juice
1 teaspoon sea salt
1 teaspoon grated peeled fresh ginger root
2 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro
4 chopped tomatillos
1 ½-2 cups chopped okra
2 cups peeled and cubed eggplant
½ cup natural peanut butter

Sauté the onions in the oil for about 10 minutes. Stir in the eggplant, cayenne and garlic and sauté for a couple more minutes. Add the chard, and sweet potatoes and sauté, covered for a few minutes. Mix in the juices, salt, ginger, cilantro, chipotle, and tomatoes. Cover and simmer for about 15 minutes, until the sweet potatoes are tender. Add the okra and simmer for 5 minutes more. Stir in the peanut butter, place the pan on a heat diffuser, and simmer gently until ready to serve. Add more juice or water if the stew is too thick.




Fried Green Tomatillos
Serves 4

4 large ripe tomatillos
salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
cayenne, Tabasco, or other hot sauce
⅓ cup unbleached white flour
2 tablespoons white or yellow cornmeal
¼ cup vegetable oil

Slice the tomatillos into quarter-inch slices. Discard the ends. Spread the slices out on a platter or cutting board and sprinkle generously with salt, black pepper, and cayenne. Turn the slices over and season the other sides.

In a shallow bowl, combine the flour and cornmeal. Dredge the tomatillo slices in the flour mixture, one at a time, covering each side thoroughly. Using 2 forks to the this job keeps your hands neat. Shake any excess flour off the tomatillo slices.

Heat the oil in a heavy frying pan, preferably well-seasoned cast iron. When the oil is hot but not smoking, fry the slices in batches; don't overcrowd the pan. Fry for about 3 or 4 minutes on each side or until golden brown. Drain on paper towels. Serve immediately.





Deccan Quinoa Salad
serves 4

2 cups red quinoa
4 cups water
2 teaspoons garam masala
1 teaspoon sea salt
1 cup currants or huckleberries
1 tablespoon toasted sesame oil
3 stalks celery, finely diced
2 cups finely diced kale
1 red bell pepper, finely diced
5 scallions (white and green parts), thinly sliced diagonally
1/2 cup slivered almonds, toasted


Rinse the quinoa well and drain. Heat a large, heavy skillet over medium heat. Add the quinoa and stir constantly for 10 minutes, or until the moisture evaporates and the quinoa is fragrant, dry, and golden.

Combine 3 cups of the water, 1 teaspoon of the garam masala, and the salt in a large, heavy saucepan. Bring to a boil over high heat. Add the toasted quinoa and return to a boil. Cover and decrease the heat to medium low. Simmer gently without stirring for 15 minutes, or until the liquid evaporates and the grains are tender.

Meanwhile, bring the remaining 1 cup water to a simmer in a small saucepan. Remove from the heat, add the currants, and soak for 20 minutes, or until plump. Drain well. Heat sesame oil in a large, heavy skillet over medium heat. Add the celery, bell pepper, and remaining 1 teaspoon garam masala. Sauté for 2 minutes, or until the vegetables are crisp-tender. Add the scallions and kale and sauté 1 minute longer, or until just wilted.

Using a fork, gently toss the celery mixture, currants, and almonds into the quinoa. Serve at room temperature, or cover and refrigerate until cold.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Now I patiently await my first Troll

I figured the classy way to start this blog off is with a poem:


"Pied Beauty" by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.



Welcome, friends, family, and e-wayfarers!

This is a blog dedicated to the experiences of being a gay evolutionary biologist in training. That sounds absurdly specific, even by blogger standards, but there is little that impacts as many different parts of our lives as strongly as evolution by natural selection. Architecture is naturally selected. Jokes are naturally selected. Poetry is naturally selected. Fashion is naturally selected. Spirituality and Religion both are naturally selected. Love and Politics are raw Darwinism in action.

Being Queer allows me an added perspective on this. Among the Hopi, and for that matter in much of the Americas before the Columbian holocaust, Queers and transgendered people were given a special place within society as mediators and observers. We, more openly than most, have experiential insight into the selective tension between both genders. We live in that purpley gray (I believe the color would be lavender) boundary between masculine and feminine demands, which can be a pain in the ass, but has the trade-off of making us pretty insightful gender referees, on average.

I hope to use this blog to entertain and to inform. Dennis Hibbert, a professor of mine, once said, "nobody should teach, unless they have no choice"; to max out my pretense-o-meter for the evening, I posit that this is why I've created this repository of brain trailings. Hopefully, this will be a pressure valve for all of the wonderful weirdness I come across and want to share.