Showing posts with label science. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science. Show all posts

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Invention of the Year

You thought I was going to tell you about something really cool that was invented this year, or last year. Or maybe an annual award for the best new gadget or life-hack. But what I mean by "the invention of the year" is "how the year was invented." Mind you, this is pure speculation. But it's the kind of thing that I like to think about. Maybe it will interest you too.

So imagine that you've just started human civilization, when the world is new. You've just taken possession of the place, and the user's manual is nowhere to be found. I have my own view about how you arrived here, but for the sake of thought-experiment let's leave the question open. Perhaps you've just been kicked out of the Garden of Eden, and the mists have cleared and given you your first-ever, unimpeded glimpse of the night sky. Or maybe you've just landed in one of those pyramid-shaped starships. Or maybe you fell out of a tree, bumped your head, and were never the same again. Take it as read that you've arrived, and you don't know how to do anything. There are no calendars, clocks, digital watches, or smart phones. Keeping count of how long you've been here, and when this or that happened, seems like a good idea. But how do you begin?

Well, the first thing you'll probably notice is that the sun rises every day and sets every night. During the daytime, when the sun is up, the sky can get pretty bright. You can't see much up there except clouds and blue. At night, when the sun is down, the darkness allows you to see more lights in the sky: the moon (also sometimes visible by day), the stars, and the planets. But let's set those aside for now.

What can the sun, coming up and going down day in and day out, tell you about the passage of time? The first thing you'll notice is that there's one day after another, each one followed by a night. Day and night, day and night, day and night. Not much good. It soon gets harder and harder to keep count of them. You're going to have to invent some pretty big numbers if you're going to go on that way.

But soon you become aware that not all days are the same. The days, on average, seem to get hotter and longer for a while, and the nights between them proportionally shorter. Then for a while the days will grow shorter and cooler, and the nights longer. You might be able to confirm this with some precision by inventing hourglasses or striped candles or something like that. But really, that's an awful lot of technology to be creating at such an early hour of the day, historically speaking, when you're not even sure how to tell what day it is. Glass blowing? Pffff! Fat rendering and dyeing? Not likely.

What you're more likely to do, I imagine, is figure out a way to measure the angle of the noonday sun above the horizon, or the length and direction of shadows at given times of day. All you need for the one is a notched stick or a knotted string, and some kind of sundial for the other. The latter could be invented using a tree stump and stones to mark the position of the shadow.

If you're going to get anywhere with this experiment, though, you will need to perfect some form of record keeping. It doesn't have to last forever, though no one will know you did it a few thousand years hence unless it does. What will you invent? Pen, ink, and paper? Paint on a plaster wall? Embroidery on woven fabric? Engravings on wood, stone, or metal? Maybe mosaic tile? Choices, choices! And will your records be simple pictorial representations, or will you have to squeeze out a system of written symbols as well? What tools will you need to ensure that your measurements and records are accurate? What a lot of trouble! But you can't make a stew without slaying a mammoth, so...

All right, now you've documented the fact that the days grow longer, and then shorter again, turn and turn about, in a regular cycle. It's always so many days between one equinox and another (when the days and nights are of equal length), and the same number of days between solstices (when the difference is as big as it gets). Maybe you're not so sure about your measurement of the lengths of the days and nights, but you've got all that shadow and noon-elevation data backing you up. The sun rises and sets farther and farther to the south, then starts coming north again. The noontime crest of the sun's arc gets progressively lower, then starts getting higher again, within predictable limits and between predictable numbers of days. The prevalence of hot and cold weather seems to vary along the same schedule. So you've got summer, autumn, winter, and spring; solstices and equinoxes; 365 days divided into observable and measurable units. Voila! You've discovered the year!

Maybe it happens that way. It would be especially likely if the scientific geniuses studying the phenomena were morning people. But what if they're night owls? Then maybe it happens this way instead:

You're up half the night admiring the grandeur of the star-spangled sky. Human imagination being what it is, when you see certain groupings of particularly bright stars, you mentally connect them with invisible lines, and interpret the lines as the skeletons of familiar shapes—human bodies, animals, tools and utensils, what have you—caught in certain distinctive poses. To these shapes and poses you give names. With these names come stories that give a semblance of meaning to the shapes, poses, and perceive patterns in the night sky. It's all vapor, to be sure. But it's an aid to memory.

Memory being what it is in preliterate cultures, you will soon observe that most of those night-lights continue to shine in the same apparent shapes. Though a given constellation, and indeed the entire night sky, will seem to turn slowly around your fixed viewpoint from night to night, until it goes all the way around, the stars remain fixed in the same patterns, unmoving in relation to each other. Otherwise you wouldn't be likely to notice the way the sky turns full circle in a given number of nights that also, coincidentally, corresponds to the seasons observed by your neighbor the morning-person.

From said morning-person you might steal that notched stick, or knotted string, or the idea for it, or something similar. Then you can make even more accurate measurements of the angles between the stars in a given constellation, and the apparent distance between the constellations, and the direction from which they rise and set each night, and how that direction changes from night to night. You will notice some rising higher or lower than others, some rising to different angles above the horizon at different times of year, and some disappearing altogether at certain times of year. But by now you must have a notion of a year because the cycle keeps repeating.

But you're also bound to notice that some of those night-lights don't know their place or stick to it. Besides the sun and moon, there are star-like lights that meander around, breaking the pattern of fixed lights in a night sky that turns around the earth. Investigating the movements of these planets may mean inventing more accurate measuring tools. But it may be as simple as assigning territories to each of the constellations, and plotting out on some kind of map the path that the planets take as they move from one constellation to another. Ditto with the rising and setting of the sun and moon, which will take place against different constellations in the stellar background as the year goes round.

It may take precise instruments and finely-tuned drawing and writing techniques to figure out that the sun, moon, and planets each follow a pretty consistent path through the Zodiac (i.e., the constellations whose territory lies along the curve of their apparent path through the night sky). And then, gosh darn it, you've discovered the ecliptic plane. And if algebra doesn't necessarily come along for the ride, at least geometry must be discovered and advanced to a certain point.

These discoveries and inventions seem to happen repeatedly, and sometimes simultaneously, in different cultures around the world. Sometimes they are forgotten and rediscovered. Sometimes the lore of a previous discoverer is passed down through generations, and even across cultural boundaries. Of course the science is often mixed up with all kinds of magical and religious twaddle. But the occult and cultic caliber of this knowledge is the reason it will tend to be preserved in a medium that will last long enough for future centuries to unearth it and marvel at the advanced state of ancient astronomy.

This suggests that a lot of discovering and inventing goes into recognizing that there is such a thing as a year. Yet all of it must happen right away in human history, because history is nothing without the ability to count years. Did somebody tell the first would-be astronomer to be looking out for certain patterns, and to prepare to be amazed at what they see?

Also, let it not be forgotten that certain developments in culture must take place before anyone is likely to have the leisure to make mystical calculations about the movements of heavenly bodies. I mean, anybody around the campfire can tell stories about gods, monsters, and heroes who personify the lights and groups of lights in the night sky. But somebody first has to notice that there are such groups of lights and observe how they are and aren't moving from night to night. And that person is going to need a good excuse to be exempted from hunting and food-gathering duties if he's going to have the time and wakefulness to make these observations. This suggests a strong likelihood that before a culture progresses as far as reading horoscopes, it will need to achieve refinements in agriculture, technology, and economics that make room for an idle class of priests, wizards, astrologers, and alchemists, among other useful callings.

So while the invention of the year might go to the credit of a wide-awake hunter-gatherer, chances favor the honor going rather to nomadic herdsmen, or citizens of an agricultural village, or somebody in the streets of a fortified town where such a chimera as a merchant may be heard of. They might be smearing their discoveries on cave walls with paint made from inedible plant and animal fluids, or digging them into stones with fragments of sharper stone. But if we're going to find out about it, they will probably have to have invented mineral dyes, or mosaic tiles, or refined metals with which to chisel sculptures in wood and stone.

The fact that cold and hot weather come in cycles may be of use to people whose livelihood depends on their ability to migrate whithersoever the wild-growing nuts, fruits, grains, and vegetables happen to be growing, or prey animals browsing. But counting years will probably only begin to matter around the time when some grain merchant realizes that he needs to invent compound interest. Unless—and here's the obligatory plug for intelligent design—unless the invention of the year was a gimme, a freebie from the Maker as he handed over the world to its first human stewards. "Before you take over management," He might have said, "there are some things you ought to know..."

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Thingummies of Springtime

On Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday, I used a Walgreens disposable camera to shoot snaps of some of God's wonderful works of art. And here they are, even though I don't know what their names are.

Please help me identify these lovely flowers. Most of them smell at least as good as they look, and all of them look better in person than on film - at least as taken by this untalented amateur with a throw-away snap camera and 400-speed film.

I noticed a lot of trees like this during one of my long walks last weekend. What particularly struck me about them was their slightly yucky smell, with subtle undertones of Sparky the Seal's tank at the zoo. I actually walked into a florist's shop within sight of one of these trees, pointed it out, and asked what it was - and a shopful of flower-arranging professionals couldn't tell me. "What do we look like, herbalists?" So, until I am given more accurate information, I shall dub this species the Stinky Tree.

Here are some of the Stinky Tree's blossoms, a bit closer up.

Here is a lovely thing I snapped at church on Sunday morning. I think I know what it is, but I'm afraid to make myself look like an even stupider fat-stupid-jerk. One mustn't upset the balance between fat and stupid! So, for now, I dub this flower the Red Thingummy. Feel free to correct my nomenclature.

Here, for comparison purposes, is a picture of several Red Thingummies together.

Now, I have it on good authority that these gorgeous, scentacular numbers are magnolias. For a couple of weeks there was a whole huge tree of them outside the parlor at my church, but by the time I caught them on film, they were nearly gone. I'm glad I didn't miss them altogether!

On the other hand, I'm not sure whether this is a magnolia tree or not. I spotted it near my apartment, but I can't say whether it's a different breed of the same thing, or a different thing altogether. Do you know?

These gold thingummies grow on bushes scattered among the buildings of my apartment complex. They were blooming like crazy on April 3, but already on the 4th (when I took this picture) it was getting hard to find a bush in full blossom. The flowers have an interesting melted look, like wax sculptures that have been allowed to get just a bit too warm.

These yellow thingummies have been popping up all over the place, both by my apartment building and by my church.

Here are some more yellow thingummies, with some of their white-thingummy cousins.

Boy, did this picture turn out badly. Maybe you can still tell what these blue thingummies are. They were also at church. And I think I saw some of them freeze to death in a dementor flyby in one of the Harry Potter movies. So maybe there's something Scottish about them. Like, maybe, Scottish Blue Bells of Despair. You tell me!

These cute little scarlet-and-white dingusses (dingi?) look a little bit like a string of gay-plumed game birds that have all been shot on the opening day of hunting season.

Here are multiple varieties of thingummies growing in close proximity. Nice, eh!

Whatever these pink doohickeys are, they have somewhat of the aspect of a pile of soap shavings left over after an attempted jailbreak involving a gun carved out of Lifebuoy. I hope they remembered to put bootblack on it, though, because a pink gun isn't going to fool anybody. Those cons could end up buried under flowers like this!

Scottish Blue Dingi of Death again. I would take a picture of today's special outside my front window - a tree whose limbs are completely furred with little rosy flowers - but I'm out of film. Alas. But I hope you enjoyed my display of Easter thingummies. And, if you have any constructive suggestions as to how better to name them, do leave a comment. Happy Easter!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

What Do People Say That Sin Is?

The following devotion started out as an attempt at writing for a Lutheran magazine. It didn't go over very well, and I understand why; the analogy is a bit weak. But I'm sharing it here anyway: partly because this blog is where I flaunt all my half-baked writings, and partly because the (admittedly controversial) scientific theory it describes really fascinates me. If you find it spiritually edifying, that's gravy!
If you ask most people to explain what “sin” is, they will say it is something that you do. Most people think of sins as separate actions that violate certain rules. By that thinking, sins are only occasional breaks from your normal behavior.

People view sins like cracks in the sidewalk: they turn up here and there, but they don’t make up the whole sidewalk. Or perhaps they think sins are like nuts in a cake: you may be able to pick them out without tearing the cake into crumbs.

WHAT IS SIN, ACCORDING TO GOD’S WORD?

God’s Word describes sin altogether differently. In Romans 7, the Apostle Paul writes that sin is a living power that “dwells in me,” like a parasite (Romans 7:17, 20). And this living power of sin struggles to control my will and my actions.

In this post, you see the eyes of a black cat, and something else. That “something else” is a parasite called Toxoplasma gondii. T. gondii lives mainly in cats. It is so small that you can only see it through a microscope. Yet it is estimated that T. gondii infects half of the people on earth!

Researchers in England say that this amazing parasite can change the behavior of rats, and perhaps humans as well. When rats eat cat litter infected with T. gondii, they lose their fear of cats. Infected rats will walk right into an area that smells like cats, making it easier for cats to eat them. This way the parasite gets into more and more cats.

A PARASITE THAT CONTROLS YOUR BEHAVIOR!

A new study suggests that T. gondii can even effect human behavior. People infected with T. gondii tend to have a different personality from the average, uninfected person. Women with T. gondii may be more likely to have children with schizophrenia. Drugs used to treat mental illness can also treat an infection of T. gondii.

According to Paul, sin is like a parasite living in us, changing our behavior. Sin is constantly present, spoiling our efforts to do good. Paul says that the sin in him “deceived me, and...killed me” (Romans 7:11). Paul also says, “For I am not practicing what I would like to do, but I am doing the very thing I hate” (Romans 7:15). “For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh” (Romans 7:18). Paul then concludes:

“I find then the principle that evil is present in me, the one who wishes to do good. For I joyfully concur with the law of God in the inner man, but I see a different law in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind, and making me a prisoner of the law of sin which is in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death?” (Romans 7:21-24).

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR ME?

What this means is: sin is not just an occasional pimple, rash, or sniffle in your spiritual health. Just as you cannot cure a disease by treating its surface symptoms, so you also cannot master sin simply by working hard to correct your behavior. To fight the power of sin, you need a cure for the infection that lives deep inside you, the cause of all these visible signs of sickness.

As Paul said in Romans 7:24, “Who shall set me free from the body of this death?” The answer is, “Jesus Christ our Lord” (Romans 7:25). Jesus died on the cross, not just to pay for our separate sins, but to deliver us from the power of sin that lives in us. His Word, His forgiveness, His body and blood are the medicine we need to fight sin's power.

PRAYER: We thank you, Lord Jesus, for connecting us to your death and resurrection by Baptism (Romans 6:4). Because of this, we are now “dead to sin, but alive to God” in your name (Romans 6:11). Sin shall no longer be master over us (Romans 6:14). Keep us in the grace of our baptism, so that your power to defeat sin may always live in us. Amen.

IMAGES: a Window Maker theme which I touched up a bit in Photoshop; Toxoplasma gondii, from this Washington University news release.

Friday, May 4, 2007

Hot Topic: Lichens

As I demonstrated in a previous post about counties in the U.S., this is a blog about everything...or nothing in particular. And that's because I am interested in too many things for my own good. Here's another example of something that caught my fancy. I happened to be visiting Wikipedia, looking up some completely unrelated factoid, when my eyes fell upon the "featured image" of the day, which on that particular day was the picture at right: "Lichens" from Ernest Haeckel's Artforms of Nature, 1904.

I was so intrigued that I navigated to this page on lichens, and ended up blowing the better part of a morning reading about all the different fascinating "kingdoms" in the natural world. And here I thought there was a "plant kingdom" and an "animal kingdom," period. Turns out the precise number of "kingdoms" is a matter of some debate, and right now it's running at about six. But for some reason, the topic of lichens (where I started all this idle study) remained most interesting to me. Perhaps it's because I was surprised to find out that a lichen isn't a single organism, but a symbosis between at least two different organisms that belong to different kingdoms! My comments below are an attempt to simplify what it says on the Wiki page on lichens.

A lichen is a partnership between a fungus and either some type of algae or some type of bacteria; sometimes both. Each organism supplies something that the other needs, though some of the species can survive independently. Together, they can form shapes that neither could have achieved on its own, often resembling simple plants. And, together, they can survive in conditions where most other life forms would perish.

As the lichen grows, the fungus produces a very special, complex kind of tissue to surround the single-celled algae or bacteria. The fungus then gathers water and minerals from whatever surface it is growing on - it could be wood, soil, or even bare rock - and the algae or bacteria turn the water and minerals, plus gases from the air, into sugars to feed both itself and the fungus. The lichen can even reproduce as a unit, either by a type of self-cloning known as "vegetative reproduction" or by scattering spores to the wind, spores containing cells from both partner-organisms.

Lichens are tough little critters. They are often the first life form to set up housekeeping in a given environment, such as airless mountain heights, frozen arctic tundra, and barren desert sands. They can even - I kid you not - survive being exposed to the vacuum of outer space! Because they are small and slow-growing, they can endure conditions that would kill off larger, hungrier, more complex plants. When their environment becomes too harsh to sustain life, they can go into a state of suspended animation called cryptobiosis (I just love that word), enabling them to survive extreme hot or cold, a desiccating drought of virtually any length, and even deadly radiation.

Lichens can grow on other plants (without harming them), as well as on bare rock, sand, the surfaces of man-made structures. Some ground-dwelling lichens do secrete chemicals that stop new plants from growing there; this helps the lichen compete for that all-important sunlight. In some desert environments, lichens serve to stabilize the soil and retain water, making it possible for seed plants to grow. Some lichens also contribute to the "weathering" of the stone they grow on.

Lichens can be useful. Some animals use lichens for food, nesting material, and even a water source. The larvae of some species of moth feed exclusively on lichens, which are a strictly low-protein, high-carb source of nutrition. Pigments that lichens produce to filter out harmful amounts of sunlight have been used to create dyes, and toxins that lichens use to protect themselves against infection or being eaten have been used as antibiotics. But to me, the most exciting thing about lichens is described at the end of the Wiki article: in 2005, Spanish scientists sent two species of lichen into orbit on a Russian space capsule, where for 15 days they were exposed to outer space with its extremes of temperature, airless vacuum, and cosmic radiation. And when they came back to Earth, the lichens were as perky and frisky as ever!