Chronic Fatigue Controversy Continues

Allison F. can pinpoint the exact day she fell ill. She was at work talking to her boss. “I suddenly felt like a truck hit me. I was weak, dizzy, achy, nauseous and feverish. It felt similar to the onset to the flu, but exceedingly more intense,” she writes. She went home, thinking she had a virus, but she never recovered. Eventually, she was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome.

 

Today, she lives with her mother and rarely leaves the house. She struggles with pain, migraines, exhaustion, and neurological problems. “There have been nights when I’ve had serious doubt about whether or not I would make it through until morning (and times when I didn’t care if I did),” she writes. Continue reading

Napoleon’s legacy: ashes, tombs and DNA

October 15, 1840: Napoleon's coffin was lifted on board La Belle Poule.

In perhaps the same way that Americans prattle on about the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the French never tire of the death of Napoleon Bonaparte.

In fairness, the circumstances surrounding the Little Corporal’s later years, death and burial are…unusual. At age 46, he was exiled to the godforsaken island of St. Helena. He was still under English custody when he died, five years later, of stomach cancer, and the Brits refused his final wish: to be buried on the banks of the Seine. So the body of Europe’s most famous emperor was buried, sans pomp, underneath three stone slabs and two droopy willow trees.
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The Antisocial Network

In his October 8 New York Times op-ed column, David Brooks offered his assessment of the character of Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg in the movie The Social Network:  “It’s not that he’s a bad person.  He’s just never been house-trained.  He’s been raised in a culture reticent to talk about social and moral conduct.”

This diagnosis of cultural permissiveness is consistent with Brooks’s conservative philosophy.  But not only is his definition of a generation a dubious extrapolation from the actions of one decidedly idiosyncratic individual, it overlooks a more tangible, more immediate cause for that individual’s success through self-immolation:  He’s wired that way.  The Zuckerberg character displays the three classic symptoms of someone who falls on the autism spectrum. He lacks social skills.  He has trouble with empathy.  He finds his greatest fulfillment in restricted behavior.

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The Newest of the People of LWON

May we present the newest of the people of LWON, Richard Panek?  Richard thinks that the history of the telescope is a history of mankind’s view of itself; that Einstein and Freud introduced us to the possibility of things both important and invisible; that our knowledge of the universe is constrained by the cosmological Dark Sector; and that the New York Society Library’s open stacks of books talk so loudly he can’t think:  “All of history, all those voices, all at once,” he says.  We are proud to have him and I’m personally a little worried he’s going to make me and Abstruse Goose look silly.  His first post is on Monday.

Photo credit:  Tom Murphy VII

The Ladder of Incompetence

Incompetency is the rule in Dilbert's office.

While browsing this year’s list of Ig Nobel awardees (improbable research is so much more fun than the kind that wins Nobels), I stumbled across a quirky little study on The Peter Principle. What’s The Peter Principle? I’m glad you asked.

In 1941, a man by the name of Laurence Peter became a teacher. He noticed almost immediately that his supervisors were ignorant boobs (ok, he may actually have used the word “incompetent”). This seemed paradoxical. “When I was a boy, I was taught that the men upstairs knew what they were doing,” he later wrote. Yet in the school where he worked, it seemed they did not. What’s more, the epidemic appeared to be widespread. Peters found numerous examples of top positions filled by blundering dum-dums who weren’t doing their jobs—or at least weren’t doing them well. Peter pondered this phenomenon, and then he came up with a theory—”The Peter Principle.”

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It Started with a Cat Bite

This is the story of Massachusetts General Hospital case #31-2010: a 29-year-old woman whom I’ll call Melissa.

I’m telling Melissa’s story not for its common-sense lesson—avoid interactions with cats*—but because it shows that doctor detective-work happens outside of TV Land.

Melissa was a veterinary assistant at an animal hospital. One day, at work, a cat bit her right hand, in the meaty part where the thumb meets the palm. Bad kitty.
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The Observer: John Huchra, 1948 – 2010

Map of the universe, at present, in theory

“The universe is what it is, and we’re trying to find out what it is,” John Huchra told me.  “The explorers of the new world weren’t trying to prove theories, they were looking at what was out there.”

Huchra was an observational astronomer, as opposed to a theorist.  Theorists say that, given physics, the universe ought to look like this.  Observers go to telescopes and look, and report back, no, actually it looks like that.  Theorists put those observations into a theory and say, then if so, you observers should also see this other thing.  Observers look and say, yes but it looks more like that thing.  And so on, back and forth, their court, our court, until the whole tennis game – Huchra liked the word, “game” — results in a theory, an explanation, a lovely story we can all believe because it’s so thoroughly grounded in observations. Continue reading

Not Tonight, Dear, I’ve Lost My Mucus

Knit your own snails

A few years ago a friend of mine gave a party and screened the movie Microcosmos for the revelers. Perhaps it was the punch I had imbibed, but I seem to recall that the film – a montage of mesmerizing bug scenes including ants drinking from a dewdrop and caterpillars moving in single-file – had a strangely psychedelic effect on my brain. Especially hypnotic was the sight of two snails mating, their slimy bodies roiling and coiling around each other on a carpet of moss.

I thought of that snail sex scene when I read about some spiffy mollusc research recently published by a group of Swedish marine ecologists at the University of Gothenburg. This group of intrepid scientists have discovered that the females of the marine snail species Littorina saxatilis, or rough periwinkle, conceal their gender identity in order to avoid mating too much. They do this by refusing to label their mucus trails with chemical signals indicating their sex.

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