Around FtB

I gave an exam yesterday, and worked like a madman to get it all graded. I’m giving another exam today (In a different class! Not the same one! What kind of sadist do you think I am?), and I expect I’ll be frantically working to get it all graded quickly, too. Sometimes it’s good to be on a network where other people write stuff when I’m too busy to contribute.

  • If ever Calvin Trillin disappears under mysterious circumstances, I think the police might want to look into The Digital Cuttlefish.

  • Comrade Physioproffe makes Rigatoni With Sausage, Tomato, and Goat Milk Ricotta. I skipped breakfast this morning. This just isn’t fair.

  • Greta Christina is off the drugs and is beginning to get antsy. Somebody harsh her mellow so she’ll start writing ferociously again.

  • Hank Fox took a few pictures at Eschaton.

  • Jason Thibeault has accomplished nothing other than playing his video games. Jason, clean your room and take out the garbage! Right now!

  • Wait, what? Elizabeth Cady Stanton fought for women’s right to vote while opposing suffrage for blacks and immigrants? Sikivu Hutchinson, why must you always shatter my delusions? Fortunately, she also names some new heroes.

  • I’ve noticed that a scientist declaring that they believe in god seems to be major news. So has Taslima Nasrin. She’s kind of cranky about it. So am I.

  • Zinnia Jones doesn’t seem to be much of a fan of Dinesh D’Souza, although the Salvation Army is.

  • Brianne Bilyeu wants to tell everyone how to have sex.

  • Aron Ra is a movie star! He’s been cast against type as a “random biker” in fantastic new film, The Zombie Christ. I already have doubts about its accuracy.

  • I cannot resist linking to Miriam’s link roundup in my link roundup. If we all did this, we could turn the whole internet into a virtual Klein bottle, and next thing you know we’d pop into a wormhole and travel to another dimension. It’s good to have aspirations.

  • Those damned evil atheists. Now NonStampCollector is fantasizing about Hitler winning his war. (This summary may not be entirely accurate.)

  • Avicenna answers 15 questions about atheists. How could he have answered them without the brain god gave him, huh? Checkmate, atheists!

  • Hey! Near-Earth Object is still not on the FtB main page! I shall have to nag the powers-that-be about that.

    Meanwhile, you can read about Paul Fidalgo’s gadget fetish. If you’ve followed him on twitter, you know that all he talks about are a) children and b) electronic toys. I fear for his family if Apple ever comes out with iBaby. Now watch: he’s going to scan all the Mac rumors sites for news about iBaby.

It’s a good idea. It’s depressing that it’s necessary.

There’s a funding campaign going on to raise money for DrinkSavvy. It’s a clever idea to address a dismal problem.

What it is is a simple plan to sell drinking straws and cups that contain a material that responds with a color change to the presence of GHB, ketamine, or rohypnol — date rape drugs. I wish I lived in a world where that wasn’t necessary (well, actually, I do live in a world where it isn’t really necessary for my personal safety; I understand though that some of you live in that dangerous world where people might try to drug you to nullify your lack of consent.)

You know, the existence of this product is evidence for the validity of the Schrödinger’s Rapist argument.

Southern man

I thought this was the 21st century, but I must have been mistaken. Ashley Miller has been disowned by her father because she was…

…dating a black man.

It can’t possibly be what it sounds like, can it? I’m sure he has good reasons for casting his own beloved daughter away. Her mother explains:

Your father is an old Southern man, he was raised like that, he was raised to believe that races just don’t mix. It was the final straw. He loves you, he just doesn’t like you.

You know what? The “old Southern man”, that noble chevalier of Gone With the Wind and other such romanticized tripe, was actually just a bigoted asshole. Putting yourself in that box is not a good excuse for anything. Some aspects of the Southern heritage are simply not the province of decent human beings, now or ever.

This is not a photo of a single strand of DNA

Researchers have taken a photo of a DNA strand, which is kind of cool, but also confused me a bit. Here it is:

Wait. The link says that this photo reveals the familiar “spiralling corkscrew” of the DNA double helix, but that can’t be right. The familiar B-DNA form has a diameter of 2nm and the helices ought to show a 3.3nm repeat — this photo shows something way too thick and far too tightly wound to be a single strand. Also, every source I’ve found so far reproduces the photo with the scale bar but doesn’t tell us the size of that bar, which is really annoying.

I looked a little further elsewhere (I don’t have access to the journal it was published in, unfortunately) and found a slightly different story:

…at present, the method only works with “cords” of DNA made up of six molecules wrapped around an seventh acting as a core. That’s because the electron energies are high enough to break up a single DNA molecule.

Oops, yeah. That makes more sense. So sorry, you still haven’t seen a photograph of a single double-helical strand of DNA. But at least now you’ve seen many strands of DNA wrapped around a filament.


Here’s a much more detailed critique of the reporting on that paper.

Oh gob, evo psych again?

You may have already heard that Ed Clint, a guy who has been dedicated to bashing Skepchick and Freethoughtblogs for over a year, has cloaked his biases in a pretense of objectivity and written a long critique of one of Rebecca Watson’s talks, accusing her of being a science denialist and anti-science because she so thoroughly ridiculed pop evo psych. The excesses and devious misrepresentations in that post were painful to read, as was the revelation that Clint is throwing away his career by jumping on the evo psych bandwagon in graduate school (I frequently advise students on good disciplines to pursue in grad school; bioinformatics and genomics have a great future ahead of them, as does molecular genetics and development, but evolutionary psychology is one I would steer them well clear of, as a field that has not and will not ever contribute much of substance. The good papers in evo psych are the ones that use the tools of population genetics well and avoid the paleolithic mumbo-jumbo altogether).

Fortunately, Stephanie Zvan has already torn into his ‘analysis’, showing that it’s mostly misplaced and misleading. I’m relieved, because I’m going to be tied up for a while, and I found Clint’s response to be extremely irritating.

One think that particularly rankled is that Clint puts up a pretense of being objective and that his criticisms are nothing personal; bizarrely, he even puts up a photo of himself taken with Rebecca Watson as if that were evidence that he’s not biased against her. What he doesn’t mention is that he’s been sharpening an axe since the “elevatorgate” episode; together with a disgruntled ex-FtB blogger who left in a bizarre huff over not getting enough respect, he founded a competing network (which is fine, of course) which they proceeded to stock almost entirely with writers with an an anti-FtB and strongly anti-Skepchick slant — I’ve had to laugh at the lineup which looks largely drawn from the ranks of the Slymepit, a notorious anti-feminist/anti-Rebecca Watson hate site, and my list of banned commenters. And looking at the people who comment there, again, they seem to be largely driven by hatred of Watson and feminism in general.

Again, that’s fine — we have biases here at FtB, too, in that we tend to be pro-feminist and when we founded it, I specifically told Ed Brayton that we needed to be sure to include more than just old white guys like us — but what isn’t fine is to lie about your motives. Any day, I’ll prefer open antagonism from an avowed enemy than fair and dissembling words from an Iago.

For example, after telling people to avoid insults in the comments, this is what Clint has to say:

Although PZ’s behavior is unfortunate, I would urge a modicum of compassion. I believe he lashes out because he feels so small and vulnerable, and because he is. I can think of few other reasons for such unprovoked barking. He is making a mistake in coming after me. He will be wounded by it. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, and that we could just have a calm chat about it.

Condescending and smarmy, isn’t he? Ick. He won’t call me names, he’ll just call me “small and vulnerable.” Man, I despise that kind of sliminess.

I’ll follow up on Stephanie’s post later this week, when my schedule calms down, and what I intend to do is dig into the substantive flaws in both Clint’s hatchet job and in that awful discipline of evolutionary psychology. Seriously, in the reviews Clint recommended to give the background on what evo psych is, I was appalled — do these people have any understanding of modern evolutionary theory at all? I think the answer is clearly “no.”

I’m back!

I staggered home last night at about 2am, fresh from Eschaton 2012. It was a very good conference from my perspective (and probably everyone else’s, too!). There was a familiar mix of good friends from Freethoughtblogs — Natalie Reed, who was given a well-deserved award from CFI for her social justice work, Hank “Beta Culture” Fox, Ian “Zombie Slayer” Cromwell, Ophelia “God Hates Women” Benson, and me, who bored everyone to tears with a primer on some very basic principles in population genetics (why do these people keep inviting me?). Then there were some familiar big names: Larry Moran, Chris DiCarlo, and Eugenie Scott. And then what I really look forward to: meeting new people who either are, ought to be, or will be big names: Veronica Abbass (why haven’t I been following Canadian Atheist before?), Dear Ania, and of course people like Heina, Eric MacDonald, Udo Schuklenk, Vyckie Garrison, and Jeff Shallit. There were others I missed; it was a surprisingly diverse and ambitious conference with two parallel tracks so you couldn’t see everything. That was a cunning ploy, I think, to whet our appetites for more so we’ll come to the next one. I learned stuff and had good conversations and that’s all I really ask of a conference.

Now, unfortunately, while I’m physically back in Morris for a good long while, I have to warn you that this is the last week of the semester and the chronic distractions of a heavy workload are about to flare into acute intensity: this is the week I have to give and grade the last unit exams of the term, grade term papers, advise worried students on their status in my courses, and do a bit of essential committee work, too, so I’m not going to be able to do much blog writing for a bit, despite positively aching to get a bunch of science and atheism stuff hammered down in words. The blog has to wait a bit longer while I deal with my top priority teaching.

But the end is in sight! These demands on my time (really, I’m looking at staying up much of tonight trying to get a stack of exams graded promptly) will begin to ebb around mid-week, and then finals aren’t that bad — they’re like the last paroxysm before the fever breaks. I shall persevere. You’ll have to bear with my boringness for a bit longer.