Guest Post: Dumped! by Google

The CastleOne recent Thursday morning, I logged into my email and made an alarming discovery. Instead of opening my inbox, Google directed me to a notice:

Account has been disabled . . . . In most cases, accounts are disabled if we believe you have violated either the Google Terms of Service, product-specific Terms of Service . . . . or product-specific policies . . . . it might be possible to regain access to your account.

It was like I’d gotten dumped, via text message, by someone en route to Cabo.  The vagaries left me reeling.  Continue reading →

The Last Word

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Can a country have post-traumatic stress disorder? This week, guest poster Amy Maxmen reported back from two weeks in Sierra Leone, where survivors and perpetrators eke out an uneasy truce after a ten year war.

Cassie realised in the aftermath of the Boston bombings that no matter how fast Twitter and CNN can get you the news or how close to the ground they can get you, no technology can shake that feeling of helplessness like turning off the TV.

Michelle observed that the money spent to save a single animal could have saved an entire herd – and explained why that’s just fine.

Forget everything you knew about hot flashes: Ann explained why estrogen’s got nothing to do with it.

And Cameron introduced us to the concept of state microbes. What’s Oregon’s? Hint: beer.

I Have Just Two Questions

3794677450_c4f4a6dc13_z#1.  Couldn’t you use post-menopausal hot flashes to warm up cold people?  Hot flashes are better warm-uppers than, say, heaters because they happen from the inside.  Something in you lights up and you become radioactive; you glow, you emit.   I won’t tell you why I was thinking about that because some of you get snide.  But couldn’t you bottle whatever triggers that and take it along on your next camping trip to the Arctic?  Continue reading →

Broadening the Beam of Compassion

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A few years ago, my neighbor in Colorado decided to learn something about animal rights.

I thought this was a pretty interesting project under any circumstances, but it was especially interesting because my neighbor is Michael Soule, the biologist credited with founding the field of conservation biology.

Like a lot of conservation-minded scientists, Michael was suspicious of animal-rights activists, disliking their focus on individual animal welfare rather than the survival of species and habitats. (The suspicion is mutual: Conservationists and animal-rights activists have clashed over invasive-species eradication, DIY feral cat control, hunting, and many other issues.) But Michael realized he hadn’t tried to understand the animal-rights perspective. So for a year, he subscribed to magazines, read websites, and talked to activists. And he realized that animal rights and conservation had much more in common than he’d thought.

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Fast Journalism and Senseless Acts of Violence

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On September 11, 2001, I was visiting a teacher in a one-room school in Kikijana, Bolivia, a tiny community nestled high in the mountains. After school let out, the teacher switched on a battery-operated radio. The broadcast was in Quechua, a language I don’t really speak, so I tuned out. But the teacher was listening. “Conoces los torres gimelas?” he asked. I nodded. Yes, I’d heard of the twin towers. I could almost conjure a faint outline of the skyscrapers.

A plane ran into them, he told me. I pictured a small aircraft. I imagined a pilot thrown wildly off course. I thought the incident was an accident. Continue reading →

Whereas the Microbe

An important decision faces Oregon’s lawmakers this week. It concerns a $2.4 billion industry, an organism that’s important in genetics and other research, and a ritual that boosts the happiness of the multitudes, starting around 5 o’clock in the afternoon.

I know, I know. I could have just said that Oregon is considering making brewer’s yeast its state microbe—a designation that, if approved, would make it the first state with its very own microbe. But I don’t usually give microbes enough respect, even though they’re as essential as the air I breathe (in fact, cyanobacteria shaped our oxygen-rich atmosphere). Continue reading →

Guest Post: From a place with little relief for mental wounds

Tamba Aruna in his office at the Doctors without Borders clinic near Bo, Sierra Leone.

Last November, I spent the hottest hours of a West African afternoon camped outside Tamba Aruna’s office. He’s a slight, soft-spoken man who listens to the sorrows of others each day. His job – mental health supervisor at the emergency clinic operated by Doctors without Borders (or MSF) in Sierra Leone – makes Aruna a hard man to catch. When he found me at his office, he told me the latest. An eight-year-old had signs of Lassa Fever, a potentially lethal hemorrhagic disease that can spread from person-to-person through various bloody excretions. Aruna had been comforting the patient’s mother, and asking her to leave her child at the hospital until the results from the diagnostic test for Lassa returned from a laboratory in a neighboring town. The mother refused. Aruna leaned back against his wooden office desk and said softly, “These are the difficulties.” Continue reading →

The Last Word

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This week, Richard marveled at the quantum carnival that rages in the decimal points.

You might have heard that birds and wind power don’t mix. Erik brings home the heartbreaking reality — and shows that there might be a solution.

Erika explains why you don’t want any austerity cuts in the emergency stockpile.

Michelle considers how iPads will change art.

And Jessa got my hackles all in a twist with her report on Bruce Sterling’s closing talk at SXSW. In the era of Google Glass, he said, science fiction is no longer a relevant way to envision the future. HOW DARE YOU, SIR.