We, the Planethunters!

Sun, seen from Mars

The last Zooniverse project I spent time on was also their first, Galaxy Zoo 1.   You looked at pictures of galaxies and decided whether they were shaped like spirals or ellipticals.  I could do that, it was fun, and better yet, it was citizen science, 350,000 citizens doing real science with real scientific results, so I wrote about it a lot.  A few days ago, the Zooniverse sent me a little message saying Woo!  New project!  Find a planet around another star!  Test your eye and brain against a computer!  I think:  Bring it on.  I log into the Zooniverse.

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Frankincense, Myrrh & Magi

Each year by this date I’m pretty much done with Christmas carols. Few powers on earth could force me to listen one more time to Mel Torme’s The Christmas Song or the Pogues’ Fairytale of New York, superb as these recordings are. But despite all this frying of the synapses by cold, relentless, commercial repetition, there’s still one carol that can still spirit me away to the joy of the season: We Three Kings of Orient Are. The music is gorgeous; the lyrics wonderfully simple. “Bearing gifts we traverse afar/Field and fountain, moor and mountain/Following yonder star.”

The songwriter, John Henry Hopkins Jr., an Episcopalian deacon tending his flock in New York City in 1857, was clearly a man of his times, and the carol he wrote perfectly conjures up the spirit of adventure and exploration that pervaded the Victorian era. But the story of the Magi is, of course, a very old one, from the Gospel of Matthew.  And it has  long intrigued archaeologists–particularly the description of the gifts. Continue reading

Mouse tail opens, shuts global insurance case

A container full of sterile goods left Eastern China one day and ended up, four months later, in the Netherlands. As unpackers were rummaging through packing material, they turned up a tiny mummified mouse. The goods, evidently, were not sterile.

They were insured, though, and the insurance company needed to figure out who was to blame. Did the vermin board in China, or the Netherlands?

The corpse went to the Netherlands Centre for Biodiversity Naturalis for a taxonomical work-up. The company hoped that by identifying the type of mouse, scientists could pinpoint where it came from.

Researchers determined, based on anatomy, that the critter was an adolescent wood or field mouse from the Apodemus genus. But that didn’t really help: two species of Apodemus scurry through the Netherlands, and two other Apodemus species are native to Eastern China.

Luckily, the geographical boundaries of the Chinese species and the Dutch species do not overlap. So, the team reasoned, if they could identify this specimen’s species, they could solve the mystery.

This required a genetic screening. From browsing online gene databases, D.S.J. Groenenberg and R.W.R.J. Dekker discovered that analyzing the DNA-letter sequence of just one gene—Cytochrome B—would allow them to distinguish between these four species of Apodemus. So the researchers pulled the mouse out of the freezer and snipped off a 4-millimeter bit of its tail.

The extracted DNA betrayed the creature’s identity: it was Apodemus sylvaticus, a long-tailed wood mouse. This species spans a huge geographic range—as far east as Nepal, as far south as North Africa, as far west as Ireland and as far north as Sweden. But A. sylvaticus has never roamed Eastern China. The Dutch were to blame.

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This work (cutely named “A mouse’s tail: How to settle an insurance dispute“) was published online 17 December in Forensic Science International.

Photo by jkonig, via Flickr

Notice: Smart Virginia

Virginia wrote one of Nature‘s (very prestigious outfit) ten best features last year.   Nature‘s editors said so.  The feature, “Science in Court: Head Case,” was about the dicey use of MRI in death sentences for psychopathic murderers.  Fascinating science, real-world implications.   Go read it.

Photo: Gabriel Pollard

Waking the Dead

The subtitle of the show is “Art and Magic,” but the word that haunted me when I visited “Houdini,” an exhibit at the Jewish Museum of Art in New York City, was science.

The magic was certainly there. The handcuffs that couldn’t hold him. The straitjacket that couldn’t contain him. The thrilling films of Houdini diving handcuffed into a river in Rochester, only to surface, unshackled, after barely a moment, or dangling straitjacketed upside-down over lower Manhattan, pupa-like, wriggling until he’s free. Continue reading

First comes love, then comes the rubella test?

Once upon a time, in a far off land, a boy and a girl courted and fell in love. Although they lived in the big city, they decided to tie the knot in Montana, where the boy’s parents live. But before the state would recognize their union, the girl had to have a blood test.

Pre-marital blood tests came into vogue in the mid-1900s as a way to stem the dramatic increase in syphilis. But by the 1980s, however, they had lost their appeal. Many states found that they weren’t cost effective. The number of cases detected was minuscule compared to the money being shelled out to test all the excited young lovers hoping to wed. When Massachusetts repealed its blood test requirement in 2005, officials said the test was outdated and an economic burden to the state and to couples, according to the Associated Press.

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Tonight: Blood Moon

UPDATE:   I woke up, looked at the clock, then looked out the window at the moon — no eclipse.  “They must have gotten it wrong,” I thought.  I looked at the clock again, saw I had misread it, and realized with a little shock of joy, they never get this wrong.  Other phenomena of nature — snowstorms, earthquakes, tornadoes, visits by relatives, hurricanes — are unpredictable and easy to get wrong.  Eclipses are more like sunrise and sunset:  ancient physics and beacons of certainty in this uncertain world.  The eclipse went as predicted.

Tonight:  11:41 p.m. Pacific time, 2:41 a.m. eastern time, toward daybreak in Europe, the earth will begin to completely eclipse the moon.  I know this only because I got a press release from Sky & Telescope, a magazine for highly serious amateur astronomers.  The editors at Sky & Tel are also highly serious — they wear t-shirts with comets and have asteroids named after them —  and this press release is full of passion and poetry. Continue reading

BMJ’s Bizarre and Boisterous Christmas Issue


Scientific articles published in prestigious medical journals don’t usually begin like this:

A Little Red Hen lived in a university hospital where she took care of the sick animals in the different wards. She did this under the overseeing eye of her wise and learned mentors. There was the Cow, who had a degree from a prestigious overseas university. There was the Pig, who had led mergers of several high standing hospitals in the country. And there was the Sheep, who had an outstanding treatment record with almost no animal morbidity and mortality.

But it’s almost Christmas. And each Christmas, the 170-year-old British Medical Journal puts out an issue packed with articles that are funny, quirky, and downright bizarre. “The essence of the Christmas BMJ is strangeness. It’s our left brain issue. We want everything to be not as it seems,” wrote the journal’s editor, Richard Smith, in 2000. The above excerpt, for instance, comes from an article about the challenges of collaborations in medical research. The Little Red Hen in this tale does all the work and gets little of the pie she baked. (In the classic folk tale, of course, Little Red Hen asks for help turning wheat seeds into bread and receives none. But at least she gets to eat the bread!). Continue reading