DEBT IS BONDAGE

(I initiated this blog to discuss science ideas and concepts. However, after taking the summer off, I find that science education does not seem to be the most pressing issue in my mind. I apologize if you came here for scientific enlightenment, but this entry will deal with a more pressing issue; FREEDOM.)


Debt is bondage. When you owe money on your car you are not free to buy another car. When you owe too much on your credit card you are not free to use your credit card for an emergency expense. When you owe money on your home you are not free to quit your job or move to another state. For a long time Americans have been prosperous enough to work around these limitations to a degree, but it does not change the fact that when a person owes money they are not totally free.

The crime that has been committed by the elected representatives in this country, for more than fifty years now, has been to slowly place the nation into debt. This debt has been accumulated for multiple reasons, many for seemingly good and kind humanitarian reasons. The reasons do not matter. We have spent money we did not have and borrowed to make up the difference. We can argue about the causes of these actions and the needs that have been addressed, but the bottom line is that now the United States is massively in debt. Now the United States is in bondage.

We would never have allowed a foreign invader to put us in bondage. But we have sold our liberty, and the liberty of our children, for questionable causes. Of course it is good to care for the poor. It is admirable to respect our elders. It is compassionate to care for the sick. But if I borrow money to donate to the needy, however that is defined; I will soon be a slave to my creditors.

Every responsible citizen knows they cannot have everything they want. Every successful household has discussions concerning what is wanted and what is needed. This is how reasonable people run their lives to avoid slavery and bondage. Can it really be true that different economic realities and rules exist for governments and world order? Of course not.

The argument has been for many years, and by every political party, that we need to be compassionate and we need to be efficient. Liberty has never been either. Liberty has been cruel and caused the death and suffering of millions who seek it. Liberty has always been messy and costly. Yet, among all men, it is the one attribute desired uniformly, regardless of culture, religion, or creed.

Americans may still be brave. But we are no longer free. We have allowed our elected representatives to again and again make foolish decisions that have left us debtors and in bondage. I do not know the motives of these many men and women who have participated. Some have resisted, but most have not. I will not say that they are wicked, evil, well meaning, idealistic, or selfish. It doesn’t really matter. The end result is that I am not longer a freeman.

The only sensible solution is the one every responsible person recognizes and applies in their life daily. Carefully manage our affairs. Do not spend what we do not have. Save some money for emergencies. Do not invest in new and risky ventures. Work hard and be frugal until the debt is paid. Deny one-self of many niceties in order to assure the necessities. Are there any candidates running for office today with these values and the ability to live by them when elected?

LUNCH WITH BLOODSUCKERS

When I was young I reveled in Edgar Rice Burroughs “Tarzan” books. I don’t know if I read all twenty three or not, but I read a lot of them. And while I didn’t exactly know what a tsetse fly was then, I knew it was dreaded and carried deadly disease. So I was excited years later when I found myself in a class studying African sleeping sickness, transmitted by the “dreaded tsetse fly”.

Tsetse flies are large flies, about the size of our western horsefly, that are only found in Africa. They feed during the day, and both males and females feed exclusively on blood. In feeding they transmit a microscopic parasite called a Trypanosome that in turn causes African Sleeping Sickness.

Now, there is a great fascination by young boys, of almost any age, with gory things like blood sucking. It is a recent phenomenon that so many young girls and women have become interested in blood sucking.

One fascinating subject is how a blood sucking insect finds its food. It is surprising to me how little is known about the insect food-selection process.

It quickly becomes apparent that the simple act of getting lunch, is actually a multistep, multisensory, complex, interaction of senses, behaviors and environmental cues for an insect. For example, how does an insect even know when it’s time to eat? It is generally thought that mosquitoes feed at dusk. But how do they know when it is dusk? Is it by day length and light? That certainly seems to be one cue. However, mosquitoes kept in captivity will become restless, act “hungry”, and feed when kept in constant light conditions, if presented with other cues. Then there are those species that feed at two in the morning; you know the one that wakes you up with that dreaded buzzing in your ear.

Blood sucking insects can’t really expect dinner to remain in a fixed position until the next meal, like a McDonald’s resteraunt. So how do they locate a blood source? It is commonly thought that they follow a carbon dioxide plume, but carbon dioxide is actually only an exciter. The mosquitoes get excited whenever the concentration of carbon dioxide changes, whether it increases or decreases. They don’t follow the carbon dioxide as much as they react to it. Since carbon dioxide levels fluxuate continually, why don’t they react then? When presented with several selections on the menu, why do they always pick me? How do they decide between an arm and a leg, and which position on the arm is most attractive? The questions seem endless.

This is all complicated by the fact that there are over 3000 species of mosquito in the world and each has its own peculiar time, place, and preferred host for feeding.

Now for the amazing part: only half of mosquitoes take a blood meal, the females. The males feed entirely on plant sources of sugar. Females only require blood during reproduction. The rest of the time she lives on plant nectar also. So various floral and plant sources provide the great bulk of day-to-day mosquito energy needs. Yet our knowledge of when, where, why, and how they seek floral nectars is minimal.

Better understanding of the feeding habits of blood sucking insects would aid in the development of better control strategies, and improved disease prevention since most blood sucking insects are capable of transmitting disease. Answering questions like “How do tsetse flies know when it is dinnertime?” and “What flowers do mosquitoes prefer?” are what biologists do.

I have a couple of ideas about how to answer these questions. If you’re interested, wait until you are moved upon by some mysterious change in the carbon dioxide concentration and give me a call. We’ll do lunch.

END OF TERM

There is an unexpected loneliness in the room
Light is filtered by dust and mineral spots
And diffused through plastic grids
The air smells of dust
Flecks of dry skin from a year of study
And the unwanted dirt from dry boots, shoes and sandals

Outside there is unexpected companionship
Insects visit flowers and birds visit insects
Even a lonely toad on the edge of the wet grass
Finds a cricket for a companion
The gardener’s footprint remains in the moist soil

Loneliness and silence are eternal companions
Gently close the door and join the others.
It is not loneliness in the room
It is an immense emptiness

It's been awhile since I have posted. The end of the semester always gets way to busy, no matter how hard one works at it. School seems as if it should be the least lonely place; everyone crammed together and all engaged in a common cause. Yet it seems lonely after a time. We all look forward to leaving the sterile confines, the mere ideas, the artificial activities and joining the forces of life. That is where true companionship lies. By the end of spring term we begin to wonder, like Mr. Chips, if it all really means anything anyway. It's time to tend the bees, plant the garden, sit in the evening air in companionable silence. I'll get back to science soon. But for now it is time for the heart.

THE AMOEBOID BRAIN

If you lived on the surface of a rock in a pond and were only about 5 micrometers thick (a micron is 1/1000th of a millimeter), your life would be very different. You couldn't really fall down, since down is an extremely tiny distance. Up wouldn't make much sense either because it is relative to down. There would, of course, be forward and back, if you had some way to tell which was which. If you were quite round it might be more difficult. If you had an elongated shape I suppose you could have a right and left, but if you are more or less amorphous, those two concepts would be just a hazy notion of sideways to some degree or another.

Thus is the life of most amoeba, I suppose. If you find this thought intriguing you might enjoy reading the classic short book by Edwin A. Abbott called "Flatland: a romance of many dimensions". He explores life of a Mr. A. Square in a land of two dimensions. But A. Square's life must be very much like an amoeba's.

Yet amoeba can do some amazing things. If you place amoeba in a container and place a food supply in any direction from them, they will all eventually turn and begin to move in that direction. If you place toxic chemicals in their environment, they will move away from the source of irritation. If they like the dark, they can find the deepest shadows.

This is even more amazing. Amoebas grow by simple fusion, dividing in two. If you take a population of any given species of amoeba from some pond and allow them to develop large numbers, and then mix them with another population of the same species but from a different pond, they will live happily together. However, if you then cut off their food supply; they will eventually eat members of the other population, but will starve to death before eating members of their own type. They can recognize their own progeny. I sometimes look at my grand kids and can't even do that.

The amoeboid world is pretty slow as well. All amoebas live in aquatic environments. Life in the fast lane for an amoeba might be a fish swimming by and creating a current. They don't float free in the water normally, but are restricted to their two dimensional world, to which they cling tenaciously with their ever changing arms called pseudopodia. But they know all of this, and if they should be suspended in water by the fishy currents, they cease trying to move until they are safely settled back onto a nice two-dimensional plane.

Living in water, you might expect that they aren't very fast also. One of the faster amoebas around can sprint at speeds of 0.5 to 3.0 micrometers per second. I think that makes their fastest time for a "one millimeter dash" around 5 minutes. However, many amoebas are slower than that. Still they seem to get where they want to go.

You might wonder why it is important to know anything about amoeba. There are actually a lot of reasons, some involving disease, other involving their role in nature and the food chain.

But the reason that I find most interesting is that they seem to be able to do a lot of the things I can do, but with only a single cell. True, they can't do algebra, but then I'm not very good at that either. They don't talk, or at least in an audible language. They do communicate very complicated information chemically. In fact, amoeba can talk to one another. By secreting chemicals, they can tell other amoeba what they are doing and what they want the other amoeba to do. This is exactly what the cells of your brain do: secrete chemicals that communicate with other brain cells. That is exactly what the brain is composed of cells speaking a chemical language to one another.

So do amoebas think? I guess that all depends on what thinking is, and thinking may just not be what you think it is. And amoeba may prove to be more interesting than you think.

THE CONSEQUENCES OF GETTING YOUR WIRES CROSSED

Imagine you have built a small robot car that is powered by two electric motors, one to each rear wheel. If the right motor revolves more rapidly than the left motor, the car will veer to the left. If the left motor is faster than the right the car will turn right.

Imagine this car has two light sensors on the front of the car, set several inches apart. These light sensors are connected to the motors of the car and control the power to the electric motors such that the more light that hits the sensor the faster the motor turns. The right sensor is connected to the right motor, and the left sensor is connected to the left motor.

Imagine we have placed this car in a darkened gymnasium. It will not move because there is no light. But we have placed a remote controlled light bulb in the center of the floor. When we turn the light on the car will begin to move. However, because of the distance between the two sensors, the amount of light striking the right sensor will be greater than the amount of light striking the left sensor. This will cause the right motor to revolve faster and the car will veer away from the light until it is exactly facing away from the light so that the amount of light to each sensor is equal. It will also go as far away from the light as possible until the sensors are no longer stimulated.

Imagine you are observing this with a friend from the rafters of the gym. Your friend might say something like, “Wow, that thing really doesn’t like the light. It runs and hides. How did you make it do that?” Of course, it doesn’t “like” or “dislike” anything. It’s a robot. It just appears to be a little like a cockroach.

Stay with me here. This is actually very applicable to you.

Imagine you make one small change in your robot; you connect the right sensor to the left motor and the left sensor to the right motor. Then you turn the light off, reposition your robot in the gym, and you resume your perch in the rafters.

When you turn on the light the robot moves, but this time it turns toward the light because the sensor on one side drives the motor on the opposite side. Your friend says, “Oh look, it likes the light and is moving towards it.” But wait, something is drastically wrong. As the robot gets closer and closer to the light, each sensor gets more light, and this makes each motor go faster. The robot hurtles directly at the light with increasing speed. You friend screams, “Look out! It’s attacking!” as the robot hurtles into the light demolishing light and robot in one grand violent act. “Wow!” Your friend observes after a stunned silence. “That robot really hates the light.”

Imagine you painstakingly reassemble your robot. This time you add one more tiny change: a governor on the light sensors so that it increases speed until a certain light intensity is reached. Above that intensity the robot turns off the motor it is wired to.

Meanwhile, back in the gym, this time the robot turns towards the light and rushes towards it as before, but as it gets close it slows, and stops, and sits staring adoringly at the light bulb, never moving a motor. Your friend observes, “Oh look, it’s in love with the light.”

What has this got to do with you and me? Maybe nothing. But cockroaches, and bees, and most insects, have brains that connect to the same side of the body (muscles as motors) as their sensors, whether those are eyes or antennae. You and I have crossed nervous systems. The left brain controls the right side of the body and the other way around. Does that partly explain human aggression? And is the difference between love and violence a simple breakdown of the speed governor, the braking system? I don't know.

OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND

One of the surprising, but moving experiences of my life was one night when I first watched a cell actually divide in two. We all have learned that cells do this. I had seen television specials, documentaries and teaching films showing cell division. So it was surprising to me that when I actually saw the event myself, I found it profoundly emotional. Maybe that’s just me.

Later I was similarly affected in a class where I had students place corn pollen in a special solution, and we watched the pollen tubes grow before our very eyes. This growth can occur in just minutes and is easily observed under a microscope. Corn pollen can grow up to twelve inches to reach a plants ovary. As I sat at a microscope and watched a mystery of life occur before my eyes, I was surprisingly moved.

Pollen is normally deposited on the stigma of a flowering plant, a structure rising some distance above the ovary (in human terms). The pollen tube grows down to the ovary and bursts, releasing two sperm cells onto the ovary. One sperm cell unites with the ovary to create the embryo. The other sperm cell unites with a special cell to form the endosperm. The endosperm will become the food supply that nourishes the new embryo and/or humans in many instances. We intercede and eat the endosperm of such as plants as wheat, barley, oats, corn, peaches, pears, cherries, apricots, grapes, berries, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, and more.

Getting pollen to the stigma is a bit of a trick for plants since they are generally immobile and can’t get together in some central location to socialize. The process is called pollination, and generally it occurs in one of two ways: either by wind or by an intermediary animal.

Bees are the best known of these pollinators, although not the only ones. And while most folks think honey bees are the best pollinators, this isn’t true. In fact, honey bees are not even native to North America. They were first brought by the early pilgrims and quickly spread out to fill the continent. But prior to that there was a rich population of Native bees on this continent that pollinated everything necessary very efficiently. In fact, North America has one of the richest populations of these solitary bees in the world.

There are approximately 4000 species of Native bees in North America. These bees do not form large colonies with honey stores like honey bees do. Instead, each female mates and sets about establishing her own nest. She finds an appropriate site and lays her eggs one at a time, provisioning each egg with pollen and nectar for the year. After laying her last eggs she dies. But the new generation lives invisibly within her nest for the remainder of the year. This generation will hatch out at appropriate times the following year to complete the cycle.

Many of these bees are extremely local, being found in only specific regions. Some are tied to the life cycle of a single plant and are found only where that plant thrives. Others are more general and widespread. Many of them nest in the ground. Others nest in hollow stems, or old beetle holes in logs. Many are very small, significantly smaller than honey bees. They are not even colored in what most of us would think typical bee coloration. Because they spend most of the year inside a nest, are active for only short periods, and may not look like ordinary bees, they are invisible to most lay people.

However, “by their fruits ye shall know them”. Native bees out-pollinate honey bees by tremendous amounts. Two hundred and fifty native bees can pollinate an acre of apples. It would take a honey bee hive of 50,000 honey bees to serve the same orchard. Native bees are the hidden pollinators. Often, when they are not present, crop yield is poor and losses are attributed to weather or disease, when instead it is a lack of pollinators. These little creatures are generally out of human sight, and out of human mind.

Symbiosis II

When a relationship no longer provides mutual benefit, it is dead.