What was that thing Joni Mitchell said?

…that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone? Or in my case, going. This always happens to me, and right around this time too. For instance, it wasn’t until two months before moving here that I realised how much I absolutely loved Edinburgh and was going to miss it terribly.

Bye bye Castle in the background

A very sad Nicole on her last day living in Edinburgh

Today I had a surprising realisation: being a postdoc is pretty great. Courtney and I spent an hour talking to grad students who thought that we might have something useful to say. We were invited to a GWIS (Graduate Women In Science, although I noted a Graduate Man there too) ‘Inside the Scientist’s Studio’ event, where they invite two scientists and ask them various questions about getting through grad school, applying for jobs, finding balance, etc. They seemed interested in what we had to say, and we both seemed to find relevant pieces of advice in our brains. I got excited about the possibility that I’d actually have something to say shortly before heading over for the event.

Grad school, for me, was all about not having a clue what I was doing. My postdocs haven’t been much different, actually, but one fundamental thing has changed: I now have a PhD. I managed to make it through the whole process and largely with an absentee (yet endlessly helpful and supportive) supervisor. I can say that I have clearly achieved something. Naturally, this doesn’t stop me from devising theories about how my brain has deteriorated since then and I may never be able to do anything again. But there is some information stored up in that decaying brain, and it’s possible that I know some of it better than almost anyone else.

So, as a postdoc I have slightly more confidence in the fact that I do have a (small) clue about what’s going on and I don’t yet have the enormous burdens — teaching, sourcing funding, managing people and personalities, to name a few of the most terrifying — that come with being a PI.

Up until today, I thought being a PhD student was better than being a postdoc, mostly because it’s absolutely clear what you need to do (hint: finish that thesis!). But now I realise that having fewer bounds on what you need to do, as well as having some ideas stored up about what you’d like to do and the time to actually do it, is pretty freaking awesome. I’m glad I didn’t rush off after being offered a faculty job, but now I wish that I couldn’t count down my remaining postdoc weeks using only my fingers.

UPDATE: I’ve just read the post from Becky Timms and it seems that I’ve simply managed to rephrase her Point #3. Well, folks, it must be true!

Why Science?

At some point Andrew was going around with a video camera asking people why they do science. He actually never asked me with the camera, but I thought about my answer in case he ever did (see Eleanore’s post).

I do science for the same reason that a painter paints, a musician plays, and a dancer dances.  For me conducting science is an act of pure joy.  When I design an experiment or think on a problem I feel a glorious clarity. It feels certain that I’m doing what I was made for. I feel my purpose align with my practice and a deep calm comes over my often scrambled brain. Science brings me great happiness.

For me this sense of peace is addictive. I can even get a contact high when listening to other people talk about doing science.  I just finished leading a graduate student seminar and (despite my boss’s distaste for graduate student course work) found this to be an extremely rewarding experience. These students are in the earliest part of their scientific careers.  It was fantastic to watch them debate ideas with each other. At times, I literally had to sit on my hands and bite my lip to stop from interjecting. They are just starting and I am excited for them.

So for all the bullshit, the hideous funding, the long hours, and an upsetting interaction between my confidence and many of the realities of this line of work, I’m hooked. I am posting this sentiment to our lab blog for a particularly selfish reason: I can easily look at it whenever I need to.

Thinking of a career switch?

I was just reading the online newspaper and I was stunned by the announcement that the selection for a commercial trip to Mars, scheduled for 2023, has opened. Mind you, this is a one way trip, the plan is to establish a human colony and grow this population by four every two years.

Crazy? Get this, cause who do you think is all going to pay for this? Us, sensation-seeking human beings. That´s when I realized this was clearly a Dutch initiative. Remember ´Big Brother´? Big business. Combine that with the dollar making versions of ´Pop Idol´ and a very simple commercial idea was born: Let the selection of astronauts be a publicly broadcasted sensation, one where, of course, the viewers can cast their votes. The selected candidates will be followed in all the ups and downs during preparation, travel to and life on Mars. This is all planned to become the biggest media-event in history.

My disbelief just grew and grew. Is this some kind of April fools joke? Or am I just too naïve to think this would still be too much science fiction? Also, who would ever want to sign up for something so permanent as this? Perhaps expectedly, the latter doesn´t seem to be an issue, the organization received tens of thousands applications before the call was even opened. There is clearly lots of ambition out there to be the next Neil Armstrong.

What do you think? Is this crazy? Exciting? And most important of all: will you watch?

Not a Giant

 

And Andrew said “Yes, I agree and that’s exactly what Troy’s paper says”.

So its continued. Its been twice, maybe three times, in a matter of weeks that I’ve had the feeling that there are no good ideas left or that all of them have already been tested.  And it always seems that I was so close and yet so far  – the PNAS paper published in January 2013 exploring ‘my idea’; the newly encountered Biology Letters article that confirms my suspicions about some process or other (interesting how one tends to recall when ideas appeared in decent journals, no?). Its dispiriting to the burgeoning scientific spirit to get that rush of excitement, sketch out the idea and then – often while not even looking – find that someone has already confirmed it.

I can hear you, dear reader, telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself or closing the laptop, concluding that you have far more important things to worry about (Kids! Dinner! Papers! Game of Thrones!) than to listen to the whining of a graduate student.

I agree with you. There’s a seed of egotism behind these thoughts. How can I expect to think of a good, truly original idea or experiment given the sheer numbers of (far more intelligent & experienced) people that have come before me? Is it not the case that, even within one field, most scientists stand on the shoulders of a few giants, adding bricks to the towers distributed throughout the scientific landscape? I also suspect this creeping feeling is a consequence of my way of exploring science. Like a toddler in a ball pit, I grasp a body of literature and run with it for a while, never really stopping to realize the ball is an onion, with many an unpeeled layer to be discovered. As a result, most of my ‘new ideas’ are actually links drawn between branches of biology – roads between towers, not bricks in themselves. Perhaps these ideas are more easily discovered?

With the innate curiosity that comes as a given with scientists, I cannot be the first or the last with this…problem. But since I am not a country parson of the 18th Century, free to collect rocks while also fetishizing butterflies, I must find a way around it or, preferably, to harness it. Hence the vow to ‘Stay focused!’ in the recent annual meeting. The second vow to ‘Be Persistent’ is related. Its a weakness of mine that I feel disheartened when I realize a certain road has already been discovered, even in the merest sense. I have to learn to stop, map it out, pour the concrete and perhaps even build a 5-foot-1-and-a-bit sized hut on it.

Growth

Breakfast with Nina last week. She fessed up that she and Monica had been secretly doing a course on tropical rain forest ecology. I hate PhD students doing course work: it is an excuse not to do research. Course work is easy. Defined targets, supportive professor who knows where things are going (for the most part). Research is hard. Targets you have to define for your self. Supportive professor (if you are lucky) who has no idea where things are going (if it is real research).

Nina fessed up because there is a chance they will be on NPR. But finally, I had an explanation for why the two of them have been talking so much community ecology in the last few weeks.

And I was very proud of them. They were interested, and they did it despite me.

(My wife’s comment: what else are they doing they have not told you about?)

Becky, and transferable skills

I was in Scotland last week, staying with one of my former students, her husband and her three adorable children (6, 3, 1.5 y.o.). Becky went into banking after she finished her PhD over a decade ago. For those who do mouse malaria, Becky is the Timms of Timms et al. We got to talking, and this is what Becky wrote…

So, imagine this, you are part way through your PhD or postdoc and you are thinking about what you will do next. It might be more of the same, a move to a different research area, or a move out of academia. This is something all junior researchers face. In my particular case, towards the end of my PhD I didn’t have any firm ideas. I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay in science. Or, if leaving science would feel like a failure. Or, now I am recalling this, if I would ever finish my bloody PhD. But what I can share if you are in a similar position is that you have options. Quite exciting ones in fact. And your experiences are developing skills that are wonderfully valuable whether or not you stay in science. At the request of Andrew, I am going to share my personal story and 8 Points that I would have found helpful back then.

Some of you may have heard of me via lab group meetings, but for the others, let me introduce myself. I did a PhD with Andrew way back in 2001 in Edinburgh. Thesis title: The Evolution and Ecology of Virulence in Mixed Infections of Malaria Parasites. At the time, I obviously spent rather a lot of effort thinking about, and doing, the work that went into my thesis. Just now, I had to look up the title. Even I am slightly shocked by this – all the blood, sweat and tears, and I can’t recall the exact title?! Point 1: the work that you obsess about today may fade as it becomes less relevant, however your skills are transferable.

At the end of my PhD I became a banker. Now there’s a modern-day swear word! I made a very difficult decision to leave academia. And a (general linear model free) analysis of my skill set was a large part of this. Now, perhaps this sounds easy to you? It was awful: I am British; I am a woman; and, despite outward appearances, I was not very confident. These three conditions made it somewhat challenging to catalog my skills (am I good at X? Well not as good as they are….). Point 2: this exercise is not about saying what you are best in the world at. Just what you are good at. I found it helpful to compare my current day skills to those that I had when I was 16.

So what transferable skills do you develop in research that can help you in your career outside academia? I will assume you are mid-PhD like I was.

Straight up with Point 3: completing a PhD gives you confidence and an edge. Let’s face it, following many iterations of selection, the folks around you are fairly bright. Possibly among the brightest in society. That can ruin your confidence and make you feel stupid at times. But remember, you are part of that peer group and have been through similar rounds of selection. You many not feel it at the time but, being objective, and on reflection, you are also quite clever. There, I’ve said it. This is a wonderful, beautiful revelation and you can guard your secret if you wish, but even if you never tell anyone, you carry this knowledge in your heart. And, more importantly, consciously or otherwise, in your behaviours. This will get you noticed. I’ve met a lot of very clever people in the business world. But none of them have been cleverer than some academics I know. And when I talk to these business people, they are consistently impressed and interested in hearing that I have a PhD. This is a great conversational aid and can help you hugely with networking (I might include networking as another Point, except that I didn’t learn how to do it properly until very recently – of course, you might not take as long as me to learn this and I have some helpful tips if you are interested).

Another skill, that is easy to trivialise, is that you will be quite an expert in Microsoft office software such as PowerPoint, Word and Excel etc. Having software skills is expected, but don’t underestimate how helpful these can be – I have helped many people who have in turn helped me out with something. Point 4: being personable, eliciting favors and learning from others is the quickest way to get on top of a new job.

Point 5: giving lab group meetings, departmental seminars, and conference talks means that you are pretty damn good at giving presentations and communicating difficult ideas to an audience that can be either more expert than you, or new to the material. This is very useful at interview, and essential in your business role. Being able to clearly communicate with people is the key skill in business in my view (with networking being a close second). And the audience will never be as scary.

You already are, or at the very least are mid journey into becoming, a magnificent critical thinker (Point 6). All the literature reading, scientific debates with your mates, and those bruising challenge sessions with Andrew has sharpened your thinking. Once dissecting arguments and data sets becomes second nature, you are onto a winner that will help you cut through to the core of issues and work out the solution.

Point 7: you write beautifully, or you will by the time you have written up your PhD with Andrew.

I’m sure we all agree that science is a glorious pass time and a thrilling day job. But it can also be a curiously perverse and sadistic sort of job with endless rounds of disappointment and rejection: ideas can be complex and difficult to understand; experiments go wrong; results don’t turn out as expected; papers get rejected; grants get knocked back. It is compounded by the fact that we tend to be consumed by research and live and breathe it, which makes it feel all the more personal when it goes badly. Still, Point 8: all this adversity builds your resilience. Resilience is the new buzz word in the banking world as we grapple with rebuilding our reputation following us becoming public enemy number 1.

Finally, your key weapon is a nuance of Point 3, which was about confidence arising from overcoming something that you personally aspire to achieve – completing your PhD (or why else would you be doing this). The twist on this is that once you complete it, you have had the ringing endorsement from one of the sharpest thinkers I have come across. Someone who motivated and inspired, no inspires, me. You have the fortune to be working with the amazing Andrew Read. Treasure your time in his care, I miss him. [ok, editorial Andrew here: I did not write this, honestly]

My take home message after all this reflecting is that I was a fairly average PhD student, but I have gone on to have a rewarding and satisfying career in a completely new field. I used to find the business world a little intimidating – money and power are irresistible to many, and so you would have to be brilliant to succeed wouldn’t you? What I have learnt is that I was mistaken. If I can do this, then it is not beyond the wit of you too.

p.s. Andrew has my contact details and permission to pass them onto you if you want to follow anything up.

Performing

“…remember that some nervousness makes for a better performance. If after some experiments you are still very nervous, an alcoholic drink before the concert can be most beneficial.” – Trevor Wye. Practice Books for the Flute, Vol. 3: Articulation.

In some ways, I think that giving a talk is one of the less stressful forms of verbal communication for me, because I don’t have to speak extemporaneously. It’s like I’ve carefully prepared a piece of music and now that it’s finished, I’m playing it in front of an audience. The luxury of time to think about what I’m going to say does wonders to ward off l’esprit d’escalier* and outside of giving a talk, it is a luxury not generally available in spoken communication.

On a visceral level, however, being the center of attention still makes me extremely nervous. This is where the analogy of a musician performing a piece becomes particularly useful to me because, between the ages of 5 and 18, I was an aspiring musician. I took weekly lessons, I practiced daily, I played in several ensembles, and I made a small but noticeable dent in the 10,000 hours you need to be really good at something (so Andrew says). All of which has lead to some great coping mechanisms, except now those skills don’t go towards standing up and playing a solo, instead they go towards standing up and talking about science.

Even if I know that I can deliver a good performance, I also accept that I can’t avoid the nervousness that precedes it. With that in mind, I make sure that I know a piece backwards and forwards before I get up in front of an audience, that way I can rely on muscle memory to carry me through until my brain starts working again. Of course there isn’t the same kind of muscle memory when giving a scientific talk, but I treat each slide as a flash card and I memorize the key points for each slide to make sure that I stay on target no matter how nervous I feel.

Although I do rely on memorization, I don’t want that to come across in my performance. When I play a piece, I want it to be technically correct but I also want it to be expressive. So, when I give a talk I aim for polished but not rehearsed. Some of this comes from practicing not just what I’m saying but how I’m saying it, and some of it comes from following the advice of my PhD advisor to STOP PRACTICING THE TALK. (Note that you should read that last bit of advice in a stern Dutch voice).

More generally, giving a good performance is about hiding all of your hard work. When I play a piece of music, the point is not to demonstrate to the audience that I have mastered a difficult piece. Likewise, some of the best advice I’ve received about giving a talk is “people don’t complain that a talk was too easy to follow.” Even if I’m presenting a complicated experiment or a difficult to interpret result, I aim to present it in such a way that the audience reaches the conclusion on my next slide before I’ve put it up.

Lastly, I know that listening to more experienced musicians will help me improve my own playing. So, when I see a good talk I pay close attention to what the person is doing, why it’s working, and how I can incorporate these aspects into my next talk.

* A French phrase that will probably be instantly familiar even if you’ve never heard it before. It translates literally to “the spirit of the staircase” and it refers to all the perfect things that you think to say after the conversation is over. I suffer from this condition constantly.

It’s a dangerous place

The recent warm weather has been a delight after what seems far too long a winter. Going for a run now is not the brass monkey exercise it has been for the last few months and jogging between the trees on a sun-dappled path is a pleasure(1). But the woods hide a number of dark secrets. As Peter’s grandfather said so portentously, “Its a dangerous place. If a wolf should come out of the forest, then what would you do?”

Well, maybe not a wolf round here but there is an equally, nay more, dangerous creature that goes through a strange transformation in a few weeks time.

I encountered it for the first time last year and still don’t feel I have fully recovered. There I was, sometime in May or June, running along, few cares in the world, a latter-day Fotherington-Thomas(2), when there was a rustling in the undergrowth and a rufous bundle exploded onto the path and began to bear down on me with murderous intent.

Yes, there. That animal. See? Vicious little bastard. Mean glint in its eye. What? What do you mean “where?” No, its not behind the ruffed grouse, it is the ruffed grouse. Huge sharp …

Okay, they might not be large but size, as we all should know, isn’t everything. After all, when on the rampage they ruff their neck feathers like Nedry’s nemesis, point their wings like the pectorals on a great white shark making its very final approach while at the same time they utter blood-curdling clucks. True, their excuse may be that they were only protecting their newly precocious offspring – “well honestly officer, look at him, all that heavy breathing and dayglo spandex. Wouldn’t you have feared for your children?” – but they are wholly undeterred by any difference in size between them and the object of their fury. They savage ankles without fear or discrimination.

All in all a terrifying experience, enough to make anyone soil their armour. The only thing one can do, in the absence of the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, is, of course, run away. Or if cornered, fend them off with a suitable twig.

Thankfully the rabid grouse season is relatively short lived (coincident with the fledging of offspring) and the chance of encountering ones imminent demise passes by the end of June. Then we can run unmolested again and go back to monitoring whether the chipmunks are stockpiling ordnance for a summer offensive.

But that, as they say, is another story.

1. That may be a gross exaggeration if not a downright lie considering that, aside from the ever present nag of age, the sore achilles, the recalcitrant knees, and the slight lisp the only real pleasure comes when it ends.
2. “He sa, Hello Flowers! Hello Trees! he is uterly wet & a wede.”

Musings: Hemingway and Evolutionary Neuroscience

I am an “Analytical” on the common “social styles” quadrant used to assess communication styles in the workplace. I doubt this surprises anyone who has spent more than five minutes with me, and my analytic personality even invades my procrastination time. While on reddit the other day (the greatest time sink in the history of the internet), I came across two things:

1. “Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.” -Ernest Hemingway
2. This article.

Both of which I mulled over for a while, and then synthesized them.

1. I think Hemingway is brilliant, but he is clearly speaking from a biased stance of self-reflection, and most likely said this while drunk. However, his sentiment stuck in my mind, as I clearly surround myself with highly intelligent, yet [seemingly] happy people on a daily basis. But then I thought about figures I consider to be highly intelligent, mostly of the artistic variety, who are/were also plagued by at least one of the psychiatric symptoms mentioned in (2.) – anxiety, paranoia, obsession and compulsion. What gives; is there a correlation?

2. If you read the actual paper, you’ll see that the entirety of this study is based on the platform of the Evolutionary Threat Assessment System Theory, a portion of neuropsychology that suggests that parts of the brain (basal ganglia, prefrontal cortex and the limbic system, a set of structures responsible for emotion and memory, primarily) have evolved to detect threats, tangible or intangible. Malfunctions or deformities in this anatomy is suggested to contribute to a spectrum of mental illnesses, but I’ll be focusing on anxiety (as overanalysis often leads down this road). But I wasn’t interested in the ETAST in the context of religion and spirituality; I was concerned with it in the context of intelligence (I know this is a subjective term, but bear with me, this isn’t my forte).

Human intelligence and our understanding of our surroundings and the world in which we live is continuing to evolve. We’re slowly moving away from performing rituals to appease an angry deity, but we aren’t seeing a reduction in generalized anxiety disorders (GAD) in adult populations. This, in some percentage of diagnoses, is surely due to overdiagnosis as well as changes in mental health evaluation. However, I posed that along with high intelligence comes a certain degree of perfectionism and dissatisfaction (perceived threats), which, in some cases may lead to anxiety (an evolved defense mechanism), and in diagnosed GAD patients, to a level of chronic anxiety that is surely maladaptive.

I did find some support for my thoughts throughout my hour of searching (and making a facebook plea to my social scientist friends to help me out). A study published last year demonstrates that in patients diagnosed with GAD, scores on the Wechsler scale of intelligence and IQ tests positively correlate with scores of a “Psychosocial Work Environment and Stress Questionnaire”. Now, to me, these data present issues as they are from a small data set (GAD n=26, healthy n=18) and the tests are obviously quite subjective. However, the study cites several findings supporting that choline levels in the brain can be correlated with neuronal processing integrity, which is positively linked to intelligence. Choline metabolite levels (obtained by specific MRI scan sequences) in GAD patients showed the same positive correlation between IQ and “worry score” as noted by the PWSQ.

Although being a chronic worrier doesn’t necessarily mean one cannot be happy, I think that perhaps both Dr. Coplan of the SUNY Medical Center and Mr. Hemingway are on to something. As someone who has a decent level of intelligence, and one who over-analyzes and frets about nearly everything, I can attest that I am one data point that would support the above hypothesis.

Hard to take puce skin tones seriously?

The funny things with nerves is that you never know quite when they are going to hit and how badly. I can sometimes stand up in front of a room and feel confident that I know what I am talking about, and that others will be interested to listen, but other times I will be griped by a feeling of rising panic and a flush of blood which makes my face turn puce* (or in the worst cases vivid purple)**. The frustrating thing is the direction it goes does not necessarily seem to linked to the importance of the occasion. I have spoken at conferences with people I would really like to impress in the room feeling pretty unfazed and then panicked at the prospect of saying two sentences to introduce a seminar speaker. I once gave pretty much the same talk three times in two weeks, once during my interview here and then at two conferences in the week after I got back. The first time and the third time were fine, but the second time (where I wasn’t interviewing for a job and at the smaller friendlier of the two conferences) I felt like my head might explode. I also know from chatting to Nicole that I am not alone in this unpredictability of nerves but it does pose a problem on how to deal with them – apart from make-up/a mask with normal skin tone in my case.

*defined in the United States as a brownish-purple color.  In the UK, it is defined as a purple brown or a dark red. In France, where it was invented, it is described as a rather dark reddish brown.Any of these could probably apply.

** As a side note that is my reaction to nerves, others get a wobbly voice or shaking hands, I go very odd colours.

Happy National High Five Day!

Yes, it really is National High Five day (the third Thursday in April), and I am personally a huge fan of the high five.  For those of you that are too old to appreciate the high five (e.g. Andrew and Matt), the high five is a hand gesture that occurs when two people simultaneously raise one hand about head-level high, and proceed to slap the flats of their palms together against each other.  Sometimes this gesture is proceeded by one person verbally saying “Give me five” or “High five,” but if you happen to be someone that doesn’t recognize when a high five is being invited without the verbal cue you automatically fall into the old person category.  The reason why I love the high five is because it typically represents two people acknowledging an accomplishment spanning from just being friends to actually getting something meaningful done together. 

Here is some history of how the high five got started and its many meanings.  The high five most likely originated as a variant of the “low “ five, which was already prevalent in African American culture since at least World War II, and was given as a greeting between friends.  The first documented case of the “high” five occurred on October 2, 1977 between two baseball players, Dusty Baker and Glenn Burke, on the Los Angeles Dodgers.  Dusty Baker had just hit his 30th homerun during a game against the Astros, which made the Dodgers the first team in history to have four players each with at least 30 homeruns.  So, the players were pretty excited.  Burke, who was waiting on deck, threw his hand up in the air in a major show of enthusiasm to greet his friend as he crossed the plate.  Baker, in response, slapped his hand and the “high” five was officially born.  The Dodgers then went onto popularize this gesture throughout the remaining season, and the high five became a universal gesture of celebration between teammates in the sports arena.  Burke, who was one of the first athletes to be openly gay, went on to use the high five with other homosexual residents of San Francisco after he retired from baseball making it also a symbol of gay pride and identification.  In the nineties there was a falling out of the high five, with many youngsters being too cool for school thinking that the high five was cheesy.  Maybe the Grunge era was when the fist pump got started?

Once the high five originated, there quickly were many variants of the high five radiating out from the site of origin.  If one denies someone a high five, this could be interpreted as the person being too old (e.g. Andrew and Matt), as an insult, or a jest.  There is also the self-high five, which honestly is a bit sad, and our favorite rhyme growing up: “Up high, to the side, down low, your too slow.”  This involved the initiator of the high five to withdraw their hand on the low part of the sequence before their partner has a chance to slap their hand.  And probably my most favorite and most recent addition of the high five is the “air five” or “wi-five,” where two people high five from a distance and never physically touch.

Even though the high five has worn many hats spanning many themes including race, sexual orientation, and athletics, in general it has always represented a symbol of comradery.  So I am a fan, and Happy National High Five Day.  Wi-five to you all.

Pray for rain

Get psyched, because tarping season is here!  With a 30-foot tarp and four tent spikes in my car, all that’s left is to find a hill and wait for a storm.

Some of you might be unfamiliar with the sport of tarping.  I feel sorry for you.  Or maybe I envy you.  I feel sorry for you because you have never experienced the most enjoyable sport ever created, but I envy you because you are still able to experience tarping for the first time.

Tarping is a sport that was invented by a team of astronomers, physicists, and biologists in Madison, WI during the summer of 2004.  The sport of tarping is comprised of a series of slides in which the participant (slider) travels down a tarp-covered hill.  The goal is for the slider to achieve a higher tarping score than his or her opponents.  Scores range from 0 to 6, with a 6 representing a perfect slide.  These scores are tabulated from 3 equally weighted categories: difficulty, style, and distance (measured on a log scale).  The only rule in tarping is a “no blatant cheating” rule.  Violation of this rule results in the disqualification of that slide’s score (or the previous/next slide if the cheater was not the slider).  There is no longer-term penalty.  Refereeing and judging are performed subjectively by anyone other than the slider (but see no blatant cheating rule).

The regulation tarping field is comprised of 1) a grass-covered hill, 2) a tarp spiked into the ground, and 3) fresh rainwater.  Even with these regulations, every tarping field is unique because of variation in hills, tarps, and rain intensity.  This feature keeps the tarping experience novel, and often results in a “home hill advantage.”

And as a final tip, it gets pretty muddy out there.  Wear old clothes.

 

Lefties and blindness

I noticed this interesting article on Science News about how sighted children of blind mothers don’t need any extra help to develop their communication skills. If anything, children of sighted mothers could use a little extra help. But what really interested me about this article is that it examined the interactions of children with their mothers, not with their fathers or any other primary caregivers. Human studies are always tricky–it’s hard to get large enough sample sizes to get a sense of the variation unrelated to the question of interest, so it makes sense to eliminate any unrelated factors. For this area of research, that might mean examining how children interact with their mothers first (if mothers most commonly serve as the primary caregiver), and then branching out to look at a broader range of interactions.

The same is true in neuroscience: My uncle–who was left-handed–worked for a long time in a neuroscience lab, and he told me that lefties are typically excluded from imaging studies because their brains work differently, which would introduce a whole new dimension of complexity to what is already a complicated question. But that means that when people use neuroimaging scans to learn how the brain works, they can often only tell you how a right-handed person’s brain works. As a lefty, I can’t help but feel that scans of other left-handed folk would be a fascinating addition to any neuroscience study. In any case I think the factors we choose to eliminate as unrelated to the question of interest say a lot about us and our collective blind spots.

Greyhounds on the brain

When racing dogs retire, they often don’t have any place to go. This has been a problem as more greyhound racing tracks shut down as tastes change too. My neighbors adopted one such ex-racing dog.  They had a large outdoor fenced in yard, and when released into that yard she moved with amazing speed. Always in a circle, and always as fast as she could. She wore her own smooth racing track along the outer edge where grass could not grow back fast enough to keep up with the regular pounding it took from her paws.

I thought it was an interesting that there was a similar process for how neural connections are strengthened in the brain. Repeatedly revisiting the same ideas causes your brain to forge its own kind of self-made race track. Like the greyhound – the more your brain races through the same thought pattern, the more entrenched the connections between the thoughts become by making stronger neural connections in the brain. (This seems to be especially true for obsessive compulsive behaviors and even rehashing the past repeatedly as for post-traumatic stress disorder). But, rather than adding worrying to your list of worries (no ones needs a meta-worry) this Time magazine article suggests we can use this neuroplasticity to our advantage by retraining our brain. Changing thought patterns can change the brain itself. There is some evidence that regular meditation has measureable positive effects on the mind, including stronger gamma waves, which can help with problem solving. (Some members of the group regularly do yoga – is this the secret of their brilliance?)

Anyhow, maybe the trick to getting out of a negative thought holding pattern is to make like an ex-racing greyhound and just forge a new track.

(Obese) man’s best friend?

Perverse as it may be, I actually quite enjoy the lonely hours in the windowless mouse room. I chew up BBC radio (The Infinite Monkey Cage included) podcasts and audiobooks. Indeed, a single experimental stint could generate a slew of book reviews and musings based on the content of these media. Here’s an example…

The other day, as the denouement of both sampling and the Freakonomics podcast approached, I heard something that made me think. The Robert Wood Johnson Foundation had convened a round-table discussion of economists, nutritionists, political scientists and public health experts to discuss solutions to the ‘obesity epidemic’, which had been recorded for the podcast. All ideas, however taboo, were admissible.

After discussing taxation, parental behaviour and stigmatization, a Harvard economist David Laibson piped up with the idea that if one could ‘consume a parasite that could not reproduce and…would…make the things that I eat ineffective as nutrients… I could have more of those…and the food companies could sell more food!’. Steve Levitt, an economics professor at University of Chicago and coauthor of the Freakonomics books, then declared that after doing some research he came ‘to believe…that there are some pretty good tapeworms out there…If we could domesticate them…we could make tapeworms some of the most loyal and serviceable pets that would ever be out there’. This exchange made me smile and lead to the following thoughts:

  1. The ghost of Weinstock was in the room! Laibson’s suggestion echoed the proposal that helminths can be harnessed to treat autoimmune diseases. Had these ideas been at the root of David Laibson’s suggestion, however incorrect it might be*? Was this evidence that one of evolutionary medicine’s insights had been widely disseminated (forgive wishful thinking)?
  2. The idea’s proposition, along with recent positive coverage of fecal transplants, suggests that the idea that parasites are by dint of their nature ‘bad’ is breaking down. The ‘ick factor’ is losing its power. Is this due to a (re)appreciation of the importance of the natural world in the lives of humans, driven by high-profile coverage of the beneficial effects of gastrointestinal microbiota? Or does it reflect a belief that, as evidenced by agriculture and medicine, organisms can be so well controlled that we can harness even the most threatening?
  3. At the risk of allowing megalomania to go by unchallenged, does it really matter why opinions are changing, if indeed the are? If pathogenic organisms become decoupled from disease in the imaginations of patients and policymakers alike, interventions that permit the maintenance of parasite populations, as opposed to their complete eradication, might become a reality. As we all know, the maintenance of a parasite population might reduce the selection for resistant parasites; reduce the invasibility of a host by pathogenic bacteria & reduce the huge expenditure involved in killing that One Last Parasite.
  4. What a wonderful Secret Santa present a tapeworm would be!

*My assessment of this idea is at a nascent stage. At first, I wondered whether foraging behaviour (also known as eating) would increase upon infection, in order to compensate for the increased energetic demands of the parasite & the immune response induced by it. I believed this likely because the energetic costs of excess foraging would be minimal in the presence of supermarkets. Thus, while parasite pets would enable the consumption of more food and capitalist glory, they might not aid in the process of losing weight. Rather one’s weight might only stabilize.

That said, a completely non-exhaustive perusal of the literature, revealed no evidence for increased foraging upon infection with gastrointestinal parasites. Indeed, it appears that calorie restriction may be the rule, at least in wild animals. Calorie restriction may be a voluntary (and perhaps an adaptive) or parasite-induced (which seems counter-intuitive) behaviour. Furthermore, gastrointestinal helminths both reduce the efficacy of nutritional absorption and increase energetic usage, achieving the holy grail of ‘eat less, do more exercise’, if you will. Perhaps its the next Atkins, then?

This all assumes that a non-reproducing tapeworm would even reap much resources from a host, of course…

Language acquisition in children vs adults

For the first time in my life, I’m living in a country where I don’t speak the language. Or as it may be, languages, as the local language here is Catalan, which is an entirely different language. As a Dutch person, we are taught from an early age to speak English, German and French. I was even taught Greek and Latin, yet, Spanish wasn’t part of the curriculum. It took me by surprise how disabled I felt, and still feel, not being able to communicate. Language is such an important tool in our daily lives, not only for life mattering instances (like the time when Kasper had an illness and I was trying to communicate unsuccessfully with his teacher about his needs and medications), but also for social matters, like making contact with the other moms at the school or asking my baker which bread tastes the closest to our beloved Dutch bread. This is why I am so jealous of Lara who picked up Catalan in a matter of weeks. However, I started wondering: stick me in a nursery class for 9 hours a day, wouldn’t I be just as advanced as Lara? Where is the science that backs up this wide-spread cultural belief that children acquire a new language faster than adults?

Turns out, this evidence is lacking. The observation is certainly that children pick up a language at a much faster pace than adults, but both are generally in extremely different environments, making this an unfair comparison. Also, there are plenty of examples of adults who picked up a new language in a very rapid manner using an intense language learning course (take for instance our soon-to-be Dutch queen, originally from Argentina, who was nearly fluent in Dutch in a matter of months). What is needed is a controlled experiment, yet, on my quick scan of the literature, only one experiment of the sort is reported and dates back from 1925. And here they actually found adults to learn faster than children do. As far as my quick search allows, there is no scientific report that demonstrates that children do indeed learn a language faster than adults do. They do learn a language differently: using mimicry, children generally obtain more accent-free language. Additionally, children have a lower sense of self-conscious and a natural enthusiasm to learn new tasks, which obviously helps in language acquisition. Yet, adults can take advantage of their much larger native-language vocabulary than children. Moreover, adults can make conscious and deliberate use of grammatical generalizations whereas young children are stuck with a less efficient approach of hearing correct phrases over and over again and being corrected.

This quick research into language learning science provided me with two interesting conclusions. 1) My $500 Rosetta Stone course, based on language immersion without native language instruction (as this is the way children learn) is based on shite, and 2) I have no more excuses. The speed at which I acquire these languages can not be blamed on the speed of my grey matter making the necessary new connections, but rather on the amount of hours I invest in surrounding myself with the new language. This second conclusion is a critical one, but that is a whole new blog topic…

A propos

It was the birthday of the late and much missed Douglas Adams last month and I noted that google marked it with one of their doodles.

À propos of nothing else in particular, aside from Andrew saying, “you owe me a blog”, I thought an aside from Adams would make good filler. Just in case some haven’t heard of Douglas Adams (I can’t quite believe there would be anyone in this category but then I found out recently that one of us hadn’t heard of Tolstoy – almost as bad as an ignorance of narwhals) he famously wrote the five books constituting the Hitchhikers Guide trilogy. Less well known is that he collaborated with the biologist/author/presenter Mark Carwardine on a book called “Last Chance To See” (which just goes to show that humour, space travel and robot sex sells better than conservation). As far as I can recall there is nothing on parasites, virulence evolution or the importance of temperature in this book, but LCTS does have a tenuous link to the group – it contains a whole chapter on Kakapos.

Anyway, the quote (no, not the one about liking the whooshing sound that deadlines make as they go by – though that is good too) comes from an eclectic collection called “The Salmon of Doubt” put together after Adams died.

My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantle piece, in order to prove it could be done.



This is not quite true, in fact.

My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees.”

The observation about sloths is rather endearing. One simply wishes the comment about Branwell were true. He died a consumptive alcoholic apparently.

April showers bring May flowers and what do May flowers bring? More than we thought!

As spring approaches, we will soon be witness to an elegant example of umwelt. A field of flowers is merely a visual and olfactory experience for most of us, but beyond our level of perception it is an exciting superhighway of signals. Flowers present a multimodal schmorgesborg of sights, textures, and stimuli to attract pollinators.  A recent study by Dominic Clarke and colleagues at the University of Bristol adds another type of signal to the already complex interactions between flower and bug by providing evidence that a trip through the daisies for a bumblebee is literally electrifying.

It turns out that flying insects have a positive electrical potential and that flowers generally have negative electrical potentials. Clarke et al. measured the electrical potential of flower stems during bee visits and found that when bees alight on flowers there is an electrical interaction. Further, when bees were trained using “E-flowers” (artificial flowers that had distinct charges and different nectar rewards) they were able to learn that charged E-flowers had rewards and uncharged did not. This means that they can tell the difference.

Flowers before (left half) and after (right half) being sprayed with electrostatic colored powder that allows us to visualize electrical fields.

The cherry on top of this elegant study was an assay showing that bees can also differentiate between patterns of charge. Through miracles of Macgyvery that that are far beyond my comprehension the authors were able to create E-flowers with homogenous versus bulls-eye distributions of electrical charge. The bumble bees were able to learn to associate rewards with one pattern or the other demonstrating that
they were able to distinguish between E-flowers with similar charges, but differing E-field geometries.

How might this all play out in your backyard?  The authors found that adding differential
charges to artificial colored flowers increased learning efficiency in the bees. These signals are new to us, but clearly not to the bees and are likely used in concert with other flower signals. The real test will be examining the importance of these cues in the field.

You had me at “Dear Dr. Mideo”

I find reviewing a paper to be sort of a strange experience with an unclear payoff. On the one hand, even when I feel like I’ve been negligent in keeping up with new literature, if I’m reviewing papers then I’m still learning about the latest (and most relevant) research.

On the other hand:
1. I take way too long to review papers — the whole process probably takes 10 hours when you sum it all up, though that’s spread over a few days. I like to read the paper, think about it, read it again, write about it, sleep on it, read it again, rewrite about it, submit. That’s a lot of time away from doing my own research, and a lot of time that I realise I won’t have the luxury of spending on every single paper in the near future.

2. I often think I’ve done a bad job. Usually I have about 38 minutes of grace after submitting a review before the feeling that I wrote something completely stupid and beside the point starts to sink in. I hate this feeling. Very very occasionally I don’t think I’ve done a bad job, like that one time when Referee #2 offered only one sentence, with no punctuation, that was in absolutely no way helpful. That time my review was awesome (at least by comparison).

On balance, it’s not clear that the time and anxiety involved is worth it, especially considering that we’re all guilty of complaining — often with considerable venom — about the reviewers of our own papers. It’s a pretty thankless task. Until it isn’t. 

It’s funny how little a journal has to do to make us feel valued. You’re welcome, Proc R Soc. Any time. Glad I could help.

Swimming lessons and rejection trophies

I was listening to a Radiolab podcast about guts this weekend, and there was a bit on treating mice with a probiotic supplement. After their treatment, the mice were dropped into water as a stress test, because apparently mice can swim but they don’t like to do it. The probiotic mice had an attenuated stress response compared to untreated control mice, and the probiotic mice continued to swim long after the untreated mice gave up.

This made me wonder whether my own stress levels could be improved by probiotic supplements, which lead to me wondering whether I’d actually want to decrease my stress levels. I’m not a particularly stressed out person (maybe I already have good gut bacteria), and the stress I do experience tends to motivate me to work.

Although it wasn’t the point of the podcast, I liked the probiotic mice because they made me think about how negative feelings (like stress) can be channeled towards keeping you swimming. Which leads me to the rejection trophy.

Arguably my greatest stroke of genius during grad school, the trophy began its life as a women’s softball trophy and it ended up in my possession for reasons completely unrelated to softball. One day, my friend Ben had a (now published) paper rejected. Ben was telling me about the rejection over the shared wall of our cubicles and as I was listening to him, I was looking at the trophy. I took a Post-It, wrote “Rejection trophy: Ben” on it, stuck it on the base of the trophy, and a lab tradition was born.

As you can see, the Post-It chain has since been extended as we’ve crossed out names and passed it along to the most recently rejected lab member (Photo credit: Ben Parker).

Last week, Ben was telling me about how he just had a paper rejected in less than 12 hours – a new record. On the bright side, he has the trophy back and we all love getting the trophy. With his permission, I’ve reproduced his acceptance speech below because it really drives home how you can use negative emotions as a source of motivation. You may want to have a tissue ready, just in case.

“We’re always proud to get the trophy. Not because we’re unhappy or we like rejection, but because the rejection trophy represents the spark of achievement in each of us. If we never got rejected, it would mean that we’re not trying hard enough, that we’re not shooting high enough. The trophy reflects our efforts to push the envelope, and if we shoot for the moon and miss, we land among the stars. I’d like to thank the academy editorial board.”

 

NB: Ben would like to make it absolutely clear that he was being tongue-in-cheek and does not actually say things like “if we shoot for the moon and miss, we land among the stars.”