MTrPs, Or Why I Regularly Scream “Holy Sweet Barracuda’s Taint!”

By: | November 22, 2013

shutterstock_157245083Two decades of rock climbing and a career in writing have left me with two distinct things. One, an ability to step back from the world and make a careful assessment. A zen approach, if you will, to risk and making my way in this world.

The second is a seriously messed up pair of forearms. Recently I have been taking these poor old dogs to an excellent massage therapist here in Mexico City. Now, when you hear the word “massage,” don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not some Swedish bikini model rubbing me down with oil. Mark the massage therapist is strong, knowledgeable, and totally without mercy. A trip to his dungeon – sorry, I mean office – goes a little like this:

Mmmm. Nice. Think I’ll just take a little nap since I’m

Aaaaghh! HOLY SWEATY TESTICLES OF ODIN!!! That frigging hurt!! Continue reading →

Obsessions, Dreams and Premonitions

By: | November 21, 2013

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For most of my life, I’ve been obsessed with plane crashes. It began when I was in first grade, and my dad and his squadron went to Turkey on TDY (temporary duty assignment — the military equivalent of a business trip). They were there to practice dropping bombs from their fighter jets. Dad qualified as mission ready on the day that Charlie Koster died ejecting from his F-4. I became mission ready too — prepared for the next plane crash.

My little sister and I were back at home, getting ready for the walk to the school bus, when Mom gave us the news. I can still hear her words echoing against the stone entryway to our house in a West German village off-base. “Life’s not fair Christie. You might as well learn that now.”

I could never accept this message on fairness, but I did internalize the expectation that planes will fall from the sky even when the bad guys aren’t shooting at them. To this day — nine years after my father retired from flying — I can still close my eyes and re-enter the nightmare that plagued my nights for so many of the years that Dad spent in the cockpit. The dream took place in many settings, but the sequence of events was always the same. I’d be walking amid the rolling green hills of the Eiffel, or the damp fields of Korea or New Mexico’s dusty desert, and suddenly I’d feel the rumble of a jet overhead. I’d know it before the pilot did — the plane was about to crash in a giant fireball. The pilot would die, right before my eyes. Every time I closed my eyes, it was groundhog day all over again. Plane. Crash. Boom!

The recurring nightmare convinced me that this sequence of events was inevitable. A plane would crash. Someone would die. I’d witness everything. I spent my childhood preparing myself for the inevitable trauma.

It turns out, the nightmare was true. Continue reading →

The beauty of punctuation

By: | November 20, 2013

Comma butterflySeveral years ago, I splurged on a gorgeous red hardcover edition of Strunk and White’s classic book on writing, The Elements of Style. Illustrated by Maira Kalman, the pages are filled with fanciful depictions of punctuation and grammar rules. To demonstrate the use of the apostrophe in the phrase “Somebody else’s umbrella,” Kalman drew a pensive lady dressed in yellow gazing up at a pink umbrella (with, appropriately enough, an apostrophe-shaped handle). For the dash—my favourite form of punctuation—the illustration shows a towzled man in striped pajamas, accompanied by the caption “His first thought on getting out of bed—if he had any thought at all—was to get back in again.”

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The Question Mark butterfly.

Recently, I came across another form of punctuation art: The curious markings on butterflies. Some species in the genus Polygonia sport a comma on the underside of their wing. Another species, called the Question Mark (Polygonia interrogationis), displays a quizzical crescent and dot. And enthusiasts have spotted other punctuation marks; one posted a snapshot taken in Spain with the question “First ever sighting of the semi-colon butterfly?”, and another photographer captured what appeared to be a colon on a butterfly in Staffordshire, England.* Continue reading →

Kitty Cat News Flash

By: | November 19, 2013

One of the National Zoo's Sumatran tiger cubs explores with its mother.

I have been to see the National Zoo’s Sumatran tiger cubs, and I have important news: They are adorable.

The twin cubs, a boy and a girl, were on display for the first time yesterday at the zoo here in Washington, D.C. A little after 10 a.m., keepers opened the metal door at the bottom of a short concrete set of stairs. First the mother’s round face appeared in the stairwell, then a tiny pair of ears, then both cubs.

An audience of 70 or 80 people, armed with cameras ranging from smartphone to telescope-sized, watched as the two cubs wandered, sniffing at dry leaves, trying out the stairs to the higher levels of the sloping exhibit. The lion roared from next door, a few dozen feet away but out of sight. One of the cubs jumped on a black piece of wood. One stood on its hind legs, stretching to reach up one of the enclosure’s mighty oaks with its front claws. Continue reading →

Once Upon a Phylogeny

By: | November 18, 2013

One of the ornaments that will come down from the attic in the next few weeks has a fairy wearing a blue gown on it; she’s sitting on a crescent moon. This picture has a quote below it: “If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairytales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairytales.” It’s attributed to Albert Einstein.

I’m not sure in what context Einstein said this, if he did at all. (The one source I could track down was as advice that Einstein may have given to a mother who wanted her child to be a scientist: “First, give him fairy tales; second, give him fairy tales, and third, give him fairy tales!”) And I have tried to give my children fairy tales—last year, for Christmas, I bought them a fairy tale book nearly as big as home plate with gorgeous illustrations.

But the truth is I never read it to them. I have it on my desk so I can read it myself. Continue reading →

The Last Word

By: | November 16, 2013

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This week it was revealed that “assholes and dinosaurs do sometimes seem to be inseparable.” No- shhh. Shh. Don’t.  Just read Ann’s post.

Erik explained science journalism using the metaphor of toe fungus.

Jessa explored whether scientists are public property.

I wondered why African Americans, paradoxically, have more robust mental health than white people.

And Richard gave us a pervy Rorschach test. Which I failed.

Also, LWON MERCH!

The mental health paradox

By: | November 14, 2013

treeIt’s a long-standing mystery in public health: despite the inarguably vast number of psychological and sociological stresses they face in the U.S., African Americans are mentally healthier than white people. The phenomenon is formally described as the “race paradox in mental health”.

The paradox became apparent in the mid-1990s. Since then, an overwhelming majority of research has confirmed lower rates of most major psychiatric disorders, including depression, panic disorder, anxiety, and alcohol dependence. It’s not just an absence of problems: Cory L. M. Keyes of Emory University found that “even when assessed by a subset of the signs of overall (flourishing) mental health or the diagnosis of mental health as a complete state — the absence of mental disorders and the presence of flourishing — Blacks have better mental health than Whites.”

This has invited a lot of speculation. (Let’s quickly dismiss the ideas that African Americans are simply not going to the doctor, or drowning their sorrows in substances. These putative explanations have been thoroughly debunked.) More credible theories tie the improved mental well-being to more supportive family relationships. Or they point to what are called “fictive kin” relationships, a term that refers to the unofficial family structures that develop in communities where people, for one reason or another, choose not to settle into standard nuclear family structures.

But when Dawne Mouzon set out to tease apart whether these factors offered a credible explanation, they came up short. In an investigation published last week, Mouzon — a sociologist who teaches public policy at Rutgers University in New Jersey — dispensed with much of the received wisdom. For example, she writes that “neither the quality nor quality of family relationships can explain the race paradox in mental health.”

Instead, Mouzon concluded that “it is plausible that African Americans possess other resilience mechanisms (e.g., other social relationships, different types of coping strategies) that I was unable to consider here.”

I like that word: resilience. Continue reading →