New Person of LWON: Jane Hu

Please welcome Jane C. Hu, a talented journalist whose voicy, insightful writing you may already know from her work in Slate’s Future Tense. Or maybe you have taken her science writing class at the University of Washington. If not, I dare you to read her cover story in the February issue of High Country News and not marvel at her storytelling skills. Jane has a PhD in cognitive science, and she is a longtime LWON associate, having written guest posts about earthquake preparedness and about the untracked life.

Can’t wait to read her first post? See below!

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There’s a certain jolt that accompanies a good story idea. For me, it’s a physical sensation, as if I can feel my brain clicking all the right pieces into place. In a fleeting instant, I see the whole thing: the plot, the characters, the conflict, the brilliant overarching themes that really say something about our world. Of course, that vision falls apart as soon as I sit down to get it all on paper, but I’m always chasing that feeling.

In summer 2018, I was convinced that my next story was going to be about Bigfoot.

I saw some folks in a Facebook group talking about an upcoming Bigfoot expedition in the Olympic range, and that sent me down a day-long rabbit hole. I joined a Bigfoot Facebook group, I read about the group spearheading the expeditions, I scoured Reddit forums, I read first-person accounts of Big Foot encounters. My vision was to write a feature centered around a Bigfoot expedition that was at once scientifically rigorous and respectful of the Bigfoot researcher community. I imagined profiling expeditioners and researchers about why they search for Bigfoot in hopes of getting at how we form and hold on to beliefs, even if others don’t agree with us.

For weeks, I mulled over the best way to contact Bigfoot researchers. As an outsider, I knew it’d be a process to build trust with the right people. As a sign of respect, I wanted to make sure I knew enough about the key issues in the community before jumping in. The summer turned into fall, and other projects stole my attention; fall turned into winter. I let the idea simmer.

Like everything else in the world, writing follows the laws of physics: every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The flip of the great-idea-jolt is the sinking disappointment upon discovering someone has gotten to “my” story first. I can’t remember how I heard about Laura Krantz’s Wild Thing, a podcast about the hunt for Big Foot, but I do remember immediately thinking: Damnit, I should’ve worked faster. For a moment, I mourned “my” idea, then settled in to listen to the first episode.

A few minutes in, we learn that Krantz’s grandpa’s cousin, Grover Krantz, was a widely respected Big Foot researcher. A-ha, I thought, a way in! Surely, that gave her a boost, but after listening to the first season, it’s clear Krantz had done her homework. She identifies the various “factions” of Bigfoot enthusiasts, and carefully breaks down Bigfoot researchers’ work in the context of modern science. The result is far better than anything I could’ve hoped to make. It’s one of those masterworks that I imagine come to a person once or maybe twice in a lifetime, if you’re lucky: a story you’re uniquely positioned to tell, executed perfectly.

After devouring the podcast, I thought about how funny it was that Krantz and I had circled around the same ideas and thoughts independently, but she actually saw the idea through. (Not only that, but given the timing of the podcast, she’d likely done all her reporting before I even first thought of it.) And from that, she created something wonderful that I could enjoy without having to do the hard work. 

A more recent instance of this illuminated what was wrong about my failed story idea. In 2015, I heard that Answers In Genesis, the creators of Kentucky’s Creation Museum, was building a replica of Noah’s Ark with a theme park inside, and I had a half-baked idea for a feature on the park’s museum curators and designers who built the ark: how does one reconcile creationism and the modern science you’d use to build a life-size ark and its exhibits? I let the idea languish for years; in that time, the Ark was built and there’s now a documentary about it called We Believe in Dinosaurs.

The documentary took that inkling I had — profiling the people who work in Ark Encounter — and made it much richer by also showcasing the park’s wider-reaching societal impacts. Ark Encounter was originally set to receive tax breaks from the state of Kentucky, despite the company’s religion-heavy standards for hiring, and scientists and activists have been vocal about this use of government funds. The documentarians also interviewed people living in Williamstown, a city just down the street from the Ark Encounter who sold Answers in Genesis the land for the park for just $1, based partly on the promise that the attraction would increase tourism in town. (Spoiler: Townfolk say that tourism hasn’t materialized.) It was clear that the documentary-makers had spent hundreds if hundreds if not thousands of hours interviewing sources, and following developments in Kentucky over the years, something I wouldn’t be able to commit to, and the result is a film that presents the people and politics of Kentucky with more nuance than most others I’ve seen.

I’ll admit that while watching, I realized I still wasn’t quite over “my” idea. There was one scene where the documentary-makers introduce a pastor who had been vocally opposed to creationist beliefs, and it took me a second to process my shock: I’d seen that pastor give a couple sermons last year, because he’s the pastor at the church I grew up going to. As he spoke, the stained-glass windows behind him looked the same as they did every Sunday I spent there, the same as they did when I was baptized in the small room behind them. If only I’d followed the thread of this story, I may have found myself back in familiar territory, at this church! But I didn’t, and they did. On to the next one.

Bigfoot photo by Flickr user Joe Shlabotnik.

Freeman Dyson Has Died

Freeman Dyson’s death is a little like the death of the last member of a rare species, only he didn’t even belong to a species, he was a one-off individual, he was singular. The point is, the world is a less interesting place now.

I wrote two posts about him; one was about his astonishingly varied interests; this post is about his one-off-ness and first ran on January 24, 2011.

What an odd-looking person this Freeman Dyson is.  His nose is long, his ears stick out, his smile is tentatively friendly, but what to make of those eyes?

Dyson is hard to describe:  he’s not like anyone you’ve met before and whatever he says is not what you’ll expect him to say.  He’s spent his career and so far, his retirement, in one of the most intellectually-rarified places on the planet, the Institute for Advanced Study.  But he doesn’t have a PhD – he says that doctoral students end up middle-aged, over-specialized, trapped, discouraged, and mentally deranged; and not having a PhD is “a badge of honor.”  He’s extremely smart and the few people smart enough to understand just how smart he is, are generally in awe of his intelligence. His manners are exquisite and never fail; in conversations he’s omnivorously interested and listens with a sort of stunned joy, surely this person is about to say something delightfully original. 

He is the subject of profile after profile after profile, some startlingly good.  One of the latest is in The Atlantic, and I’d like to suggest it’s incomplete – an easy shot since every profile is by nature incomplete.  But still.

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Trivia Friday

Last weekend, I played a game with my family called Placing the Past. Each player gets cards that describe different historical events. You arrange the cards in the order you think the events happened, then check your guess. I kept wishing the game included more science history, so I decided to make my own, short version of the game to play here with you, dear LWON readers!

There was no method to my selection beyond looking for 10 events that would be easy to draw. The goal is not to know precisely when each event took place, but to put the events in the right order. Some of the dates were hard to pin down (i.e. things that happened thousands of years ago or when there were multiple discoverers) but oh well – the key at the bottom is as close as I could get. Begin!

First submarine
  1. The first navigable submarine could carry more than a dozen people, and was powered by rowers. It glided 15 feet below the surface of a famous London river. When was it built?
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Sunrise in the Caribbean

The sun rises over the water

Wednesday night, Washington, D.C.: Because my work life is slightly on fire right now, and because I already spent 10 hours of this day either sitting in front of my computer or walking around in circles talking to people on the phone, I present to you a photograph of a sunrise in the Caribbean last month. Isn’t it nice? Please imagine that you are on a small and fast boat, speeding across the water, and that everything is lovely.

Photo: Helen Fields, for sure

Life is a Seed Highway

These little friends got a ride home with me from the gym the other morning, stuck into the spiderwebs that cling to the side mirrors. There were more all across the front of the car, stuck in the small valley between the folded windshield wipers and the glass. I was delighted—could this be seed dispersal in action? In the absence of hooking into fur or feather, they’d found something else that worked: a minivan. (Does this count as carpooling?)

Creative seed transport isn’t always whimsical—or wanted. A paper this month in PNAS followed native and non-native plantains and found that these plants can break ecological rules and thrive far outside their native range. They became even more genetically diverse in far-away lands, where only a few seeds may have traveled to start the plantain explosion, than in large groups of plantains back home.

Oh, dear little ones on my mirror, I should probably feel differently about you. Still, I love how you found these small spaces to land, and how you hung on for the ride.

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The Polymorphic Spree

Earlier this month, on a night hike in Costa Rica’s Monteverde cloud forest, I made the acquaintance of the above insect, which, best I can tell, is a member of the Pterochrozinae, a group commonly known as the leaf-mimic katydids. (Entomologists, please correct me!) Walter, our guide, found this individual, which is fortunate because I never could have. Examining this photo anew, I’m freshly astonished by the detail of this katydid’s impeccable camouflage: the green-and-brown mottling of the dying “leaf” (which also serves to break up the critter’s silhouette), the well-defined midrib, the delicate veining. My favorite grace note is the missing chunk along the wing’s underside — a feigned attack from a colony of leafcutter ants.

Leaf-mimic katydids are — pardon the cliché — the snowflakes of the insect world. (I’m talking here about their uniqueness, not their emotional fragility in the face of online trolling.) Seldom do two individuals, let alone two species, look alike. Their remarkable diversity is nicely illustrated in a 1995 paper by James Castner and David Nickle, entomologists who began collecting katydids in Peru in 1986. Castner and Nickle note that many leaf-mimics are “polymorphic” — i.e., divided into several distinct forms — and that some species come in as many as seven flavors. Take Typophyllum bolivari, which has four very different morphs: “overall color dark green”; “irregular blotchy pattern of medium and light browns, some approaching pink in color”; “overall monochromatic medium brown”; and “generally dark brown” with “two well-developed transparent elliptical areas.” Fake holes, in other words, in the middle of a fake leaf.

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Cosmology is timeless, perhaps literally—as this post argued on January 23, 2015.
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In the 1992 documentary A Brief History of Time, Stephen Hawking describes what we would see if we were observing an astronaut nearing a black hole’s event horizon—the barrier beyond which gravitation is so great that not even light can escape. He invites us to imagine that the astronaut is wearing a watch, and that the second hand is ticking toward 12:00. As the astronaut gets closer to the event horizon, the motion of the second hand will appear to us to be slowing down. The closer the astronaut gets to the event horizon, the slower the motion of the hand, from our perspective. “Each second on the watch would appear to take longer and longer,” Hawking says, “until the last second before midnight would take forever.”

Then the documentary reverses the point of view and explores what the astronaut would be experiencing. That poor sap has a perspective, too. And that’s where things get weird. (Well, weirder.)

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