While most of your electronics and clothing probably carry the label "Made in China," there's one export that the United States seems to specialize in: turtle meat. The Chinese appetite for turtles -- as well as a popular belief in the animals' medicinal power -- has led to a booming trade between the two countries, leaving conservationists concerned.
I find that much of what I read regarding neuroscience stirs the unsettling notion that the human experience itself is little more than an absurd dream, a strange byproduct of evolution. Canadian author R. Scott Bakker ruminates on these topics, weaving imagined worlds with philosophic discourse and neurological research. In his book "Neuropath," he refers to something he calls "the semantic apocalypse." This catastrophe occurs when science shines enough light on the human condition for reason to fail.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell one whale shark from another -- it takes a ridiculously complicated computer algorithm designed by NASA. Just look at that photo. The array of white spots on a whale shark's body is essentially a star scape -- and just who makes it their business to map and decipher the heavens?
Some men spend quite a lot of time sowing their wild oats before they settle down and start a family. After all, there are places to go, illicit love affairs to pursue and countless anime and manga-themed figures to collect, paint and display in your stylish otaku bachelor pad. Then there's 90-year-old Lonesome George, the only known living Geochelone abigdoni tortoise in the world.
So I'm at work on a Monday reading stories about swimming pools -- I know, an unnecessarily harsh task to subject myself to, right? But I can't seem to escape from articles about urban oases (not to mention a view of one from my desk window).
The pools in my reading material differ from the aqua geometrical wedge across the street, though. First up is Brooklyn's Gowanus Canal Dumpster pool -- not as disgusting as it sounds, I promise. Lots of sites have been posting pictures of the neatly arrayed Dumpsters filled with cool-looking deep water and bobbing city dwellers enjoying secret pool parties. The space has been hosting private events since it opened Fourth of July weekend.
According to the New York Times, the reworked containers were constructed by the company Macro-Sea, although the idea itself first seems to have appeared in Athens, Ga., a creation of Pylon's Curtis Crowe.
This probably has something to do with my living in Georgia, but I'm more inclined to skimp on heat than on AC when trying to conserve power and lower my bills a bit. Naturally, I'll keep the heat at a level to avoid freezing my pipes, and even crank it up sometimes in the morning or for company. But AC? Sorry -- half my windows are painted shut after all.
Forgoing AC in many parts of the country may seem like insanity to a lot of folks -- a recipe for mildewed books, sweat-stained clothes and heat-sick pets. But in light of economic constrictions, some people are doing just that: shutting off their central air or window units for the entire summer.
According to the New York Times, which featured a piece on some of these hardy penny-pinchers, window air conditioner shipments from manufacturers to distributors were down 39 percent over last year. Shipments of central air units were down 10 percent this year over the past several. While this might have more to do with the slowed construction industry, it could also be tied to such ambitious abstentions.
There's a lot of renewed pride and awe going around regarding the 1969 Apollo 11 moon landing, but what if we'd explored an alternate method of collecting lunar samples and bringing them back home? What if we'd just lobbed an atomic bomb at the old ball of cheese and simply scooped up the debris with a net?
So I just found out that Alaskans spotted an unidentified organic blob in the waters off the Chukchi Sea. Would this turn out to be something new and amazing, an established natural phenomenon or this year's bigfoot hoax?
A few weeks ago I blogged about dancing and how a team of German scientists sought to unravel its role in human mating with an endless loop of Robbie Williams. But what else does science have to say about dancing? Let's look at a couple of recent, science news items about getting down with the rhythm.
Environmental art is usually meant to shock or surprise. It juxtaposes something created with something natural. Occasionally, it's even unintentional, like the nearly three dozen tractors I saw "grazing" in a Tennessee field a few weeks back. But rarely are eco-installations as beautiful as the flowery, ephemeral clothing made by Vancouver-based artist Nicole Dextras.
Lima, Peru has some rather unusual suburbs. Rural villagers who move into the capital often end up living on the outskirts of town -- steep hillsides that envelop the city. The land is cheap, but it comes with risks and downsides, namely landslides and a lack of water.
In order to help remedy both problems, the government has set up a sort of homesteader's law. If new residents squat on unclaimed land, after a time, they're allowed to obtain the land's title by planting trees uphill, an insurance policy against landslides. More trees also help re-establish the area's natural water cycle, returning the precipitation that they don't absorb themselves back into the groundwater.
The only problem is there's not much water around for irrigation, or anything else for that matter.
Maybe it's a cultural thing. In Japan, scientists are always making the news for their latest robot designed to cook your dinner, dance or be your friend. Over here in the states, we're more about unleashing packs of steam-powered, mechanical ghouls to feast on the bloated corpses of our fallen enemies. Man, we've got issues.
One of my all-time best spring breaks was spent snorkeling in the Florida Keys. While the trip obviously featured requisite excursions to the amazing Everglades and nearby reefs (including a pass by the wild, underwater "Christ of the Abyss" statue), it also included a lot of time spent poking around Key Largo's mangrove forests.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that most of us are staunchly against the idea of genetically engineering a race of half man, half animal monsters. Centaur fetishist aside (look it up, folks), I think the rest of us have seen enough sci-fi and horror flicks to know where you draw the line. So do we really need a U.S. law?
Delegates from the global shipping industry are tackling some awfully big cargo this week: their greenhouse gas emissions. The talks are being overseen by the International Maritime Organization (IMO) in London.
The convention is a last-ditch effort for the IMO to suggest its own proposals before the task gets snatched out of its hands. The industry -- which according to Reuters, accounts for 3 percent of global carbon dioxide emissions -- has felt mounting pressure from Europe and America to clean up its act.
The IMO, a part of the United Nations, is responsible for developing a regulatory framework for shipping safety, security, efficiency and environmental issues. But it's been lagging on the environmental front, fearing that reducing emissions will increase rates and damage the world's economy.
However, the European Union isn't willing to wait much longer; the European Commission (the EU's executive branch) has already announced it will take steps to regulate shipping if the IMO doesn't do so itself.
My relationships with plants are often a bit strained. I manage to drown tomatoes. I wind up mistaking hibiscuses for weeds year after year and either hack them to death myself or pay the neighborhood kid to do it. If you're a member of the vegetable kingdom, then I'm afraid you and me simply weren't meant to be.
But it all comes down to communication, right? Why can't you plants, say, just tell me when you need watering instead of passive aggressively withering on me when you're thirsty?
Am I being unreasonable? Well, not according to the makers of Botanicalls, the new telecommunications system that enables your plant to send you texts, e-mails or tweets when they need watering.
Of course, your plant's not actually going to send out tweets -- though I can't imagine their messages would be any more mundane than the average human Twitter user. Botanicalls makes use of an Ethernet-enabled soil probe. According to Science Daily, the probe sends out electrical waves through the soil and the amount of moisture in the soil affects the overall voltage level. TreeHugger has a good graphic of the system here.
Dr. Frankenstein, if you're reading this, you have reason to feel a little vindicated. While the modern scientific community may laugh at your use of harnessed lightning bolts to animate a stitched-up monster, they're at least admitting that lightning may have played a vital role in the evolution of life on Earth.
For anyone currently whiling away their time at a beach (with a laptop and Internet connection, I guess), this question might occur to you. How do gulls, those birds so adept at stealing your sandwich or even invading your hotel room through an open balcony, drink saltwater?
Who knows what women want? Nadine Hugill and Bernhard Fink of the University of Göttingen, that's who. The German researchers exposed female test subjects to video clips of 40 different heterosexual men dancing to Robbie Williams' "Let Me Entertain You" and quizzed them on their thoughts. Clothing, facial features -- everything was blurred out except for the movements of the dancers.
According to a recent New Scientist article, the researchers found significant evidence that women use dancing ability to assess male strength and dominance -- traits that signal status. The better the dancer, the more desirable the male -- statistically speaking.
I'm personally not an amazing dancer. Maybe I'm too tall? But I generally approach the activity enthusiastically when I do, so I take heart in the fact that males in the study were judged on both the attractiveness of their dance and the assertiveness of it. So maybe the ladies are also impressed by sheer devotion to the music?