A New Home (yes, again)

1 September 2010

Dear Friends:

You’ll notice that this site is no longer the home of my acclaimed (couldn’t resist putting that in) chemistry and culture blog, Speakeasy Science. It’s moved to a new home at the Public Library of Science (PLoS).

Yes, I’ve become a plogger, the nickname for those of us who joined the newly created blog community at PLoS. You can find Speakeasy Science there by clicking on this link.

Or if you want to check out the whole terrific community, here’s a shortcut to a wonderful group of science journalists and scientists.

I’m honored to be a part of it and I hope to see you there.

The Poison Oak Defense

23 August 2010

Poison Oak

Let’s start this story on the last day of May, on a sunny afternoon when 32-year-old James Robinson was arrested in Ogden, Utah for exposing himself in front of an elementary school classroom.

The police report, claimed that he was standing in front of a window, “with genitalia fulling exposed, performing a sexual act.” As he was apparently standing there unaccompanied, I think we can take a guess at what the, um, act involved.

But according to Mr. Robinson, we would be wrong in that speculation. Instead, he insisted, he was merely suffering from a nasty poison oak rash on his private parts. He thought, perhaps, that he’d brushed into some bushes and then perhaps failed to wash his hands before engaging in the, um, act suggested earlier. In private, of course. In front of the school, his defense was that he was stricken by an uncontrollable poison-oak itching frenzy.

I have to admit that this is my favorite such story of the summer. My second favorite was far better publicized but less, I’d have to say, entertaining: High School Musical actor Zac Efron’s encounter with poison oak while cliff-diving in May. This apparently affected the, um, same region of his body as that claimed by Mr. Robinson.

In other words, “Zac Efron Reveals Poison Oak on Penis”, according to a headline on The Count. In the story, Efron compares his appearance to a zombie from the movie Dawn of the Dead. The journalist telling the story uses a more everyday description, comparing Efron’s skin to a crust made of swollen cornflakes.

I have to say – ick. And also ick – although in a different way – to Mr. Robinson. But if you’re wondering why I’m following this summer’s bizarre poison oak theatricals it’s mostly because I’ve been rather fascinated by the bigger itchy plant story of the season. It turns out that poison oak – and its evil ilk – poison ivy are causing a record number of problems this summer for some very interesting reasons. In the last few weeks alone, I’ve tracked story after story after story to that effect.

Poison Ivy

Why? Well, the simple answer is that the recent cold winter and wet spring, at least on the east coast, made for an ideal growing season for these tough and invasive members of the Toxicodendron genus. For most of us that would mean T. diversilobum (Poison Oak), T. radicans (Poison Ivy) and T. Vernix (Poison Sumac).

Let’s agree that putting “toxic” at the start of a plant’s name, even in Latin, is pretty much a giveaway that this will be troubling vegetation. But the other more complicated explanation for this summer’s uptick in Toxicodedron rash stories is that new evidence suggests that our changing climate is making these plants more poisonous, stimulating their growth in a way that concentrates their uniquely painful chemistry.

The problem substance in poison oak and ivy is an oily resinous substance called urushiol, which oozes between the plants’ cells. Urushiol (the name comes from a tree in Japan whose resin has long been used in lacquers) has a consistency which causes it to stubbornly cling to skin, clothes, picnic blankets, backpacks, just about anything. People can be exposed to it by merely brushing through a patch of poison ivy or oak but the greater the damage to the plant, obviously, the more urushiol is released.

About 85 percent of people tested have an allergic reaction to urushiol and this set obviously includes Mr. Efron. What’s the reason? This yellowish ooze is packed with catechols – benzene rings that trail woven tails embedded with oxygen and hydrogen atoms – which are neatly designed to induce an immune response. Essentially, they stick to cell proteins in a way that makes them so mishapen, that the body mistakes them for alien substances. The result is such a potent auto-immune response that in most pe

Poison Oak Rash

ople it creates a havoc of swelling, blisters, and painfully reddened skin.

It hardly seems possible, but research suggests that scenario is likely to get worse. In recent years, scientists have found that the Toxicodenrons happily adapt to rising levels of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere – a major industrial gases associated with global climate change. And among the adapations appear to be an even more virulent form of urushiol forming in the plant structures. At the same time, these particular species thrive in a carbon dioxide rich atmosphere; scientists say their growth rate has increased by some 50 percent or more.

Is this summer’s boom in plant-induced rashes directly related to the increasingly vigorous Toxicodendrons? Certainly, even researchers are speculating about that. Can we blame Zac Efron’s discomfort on global climate change? Let’s call that a stretch (yes, I know, a spectacular stretch). Could our Utah indecent exposure suspect have based his poison oak defense on the well-publicized Efron case? The actor did, apparently, “air” himself out in front of a journalist, explaining that he had to because of the itching.

Still, another stretch. And if so, it didn’t work for Utah prosecutors, who dismissed the idea as “an unusual way to respond to poison oak. They did offer to reduce the charges from a felony to a misdemeanor if he would plead guilty. But that wasn’t because of the poison oak argument. That was because – as it turned out – school had let out for the day when Robinson positioned himself in front of the window and so no children were there to see.

Which raises another possibility – maybe all of these problems could be avoided if we just paid a little more attention to the world in which we stand.

The Scientist and the Anarchist – Part III

20 August 2010

Editor’s note: It’s a pleasure to host the following guest post by Eric Michael Johnson, an exceptionally talented writer and science historian. The Scientist and the Anarchist – Part III is part of the Primate Diaries in Exile blog tour. You can follow other stops on this tour through his RSS feed or at the #PDEx hashtag on Twitter. The Scientist and the Anarchist – Part I can be found at Cocktail Party Physics and Part II at Skulls in the Stars.

T.H. Huxley, Peter Kropotkin, and the Struggle for Existence in Human Societies.

A social movement, like an abscess, often develops slowly. But sometimes it’s like striking a match. For the female factory workers of the Bryant and May Company it was the painful burning of swelling gums followed by mutilating ulcerations as their lower jaw began to decay. After years of inhaling yellow phosphorus vapor in unventilated factories many of these young match workers in East London developed the telltale signs of what was popularly known as “phossy jaw,” or as it’s known today, bisphosphonate-induced osteonecrosis. Bone is a living system that constantly renews itself. When the chemicals used to make “strike-anywhere” matches were ingested in such high quantities they couldn’t be fully absorbed by the liver. Instead, individual molecules would bind to bone cells and inhibit their ability to regenerate. The rotting tissue emitted a foul odor and some women had to have their jawbones surgically removed to prevent necrosis, not an easy undertaking in an era before anesthetic. But when an estimated 1,400 match-girls went on strike in July, 1888 to protest for better working conditions, it started a fire that became known as New Unionism. Soon after came the London dock workers’ strike, and within twelve months the UK’s Trade Union Congress had increased its membership from 670,000 to 1,593,000. [1]

For Thomas Henry Huxley and Peter Kropotkin these labor developments were interpreted very differently, and yet both saw in them important connections with their work in evolutionary biology. Huxley, who had pulled himself out of East London poverty through a combination of sheer brilliance and stubborn determination, was greatly concerned about what the workers democracy movement meant for social stability. Now the President of the Royal Academy of Sciences and a living legend in the recently established field of evolutionary biology, Huxley had come to identify with the aristocracy he’d worked so hard to be accepted by. Kropotkin, however, had rejected the silver spoon he had once been fed with as a Russian prince after coming face to face with the exploitation that made such ostentatious luxury possible. For him, the growing workers movement was the only path by which the poor could achieve any justice in a world that was undergoing radical change. Both saw in these developments a force of nature — one ominous, the other hopeful — and these conflicting visions would ultimately collide on the pages of the Nineteenth Century.

It had been twenty-eight years since Huxley gave his already mythic reply to Samuel Wilberforce after the Oxford Bishop had demanded to know “whether he was descended from an ape on his grandmother’s side or his grandfather’s.” Huxley’s response, according to a letter dated three months after the debate, is probably the most famous line he ever wrote in his long and illustrious career:

If then, said I, the question is put to me would I rather have a miserable ape for a grandfather or a man highly endowed by nature and possessed of great means of influence and yet who employs those faculties and that influence for the mere purpose of introducing ridicule into a grave scientific discussion – I unhesitatingly affirm my preference for the ape.

Whereupon there was inextinguishable laughter among the people, and they listened to the rest of my argument with the greatest attention.

However, by 1888 Darwin’s bulldog was tired and the bite had gone out of him, quite literally after the extraction of his last four teeth. Slack-jawed and with failing health, he was regularly plagued with financial worries. Ironically, the self-made man felt compelled to support a host of needy dependents who had grown accustomed to an aristocratic lifestyle. But the most profound blow was when his favorite daughter, the artistically talented Mady, died of pneumonia at 28. He experienced “terrible anxiety” over his daughter and descended into a deep depression which he described simply as a “deadness that hangs about me.” He was prescribed cocaine to help him make it through lectures and informed the Royal Society that he would be resigning. “I would rather step down from the chair,” he wrote, “than dribble out of it.” Friends and colleagues, such as the sociologist Beatrice Webb and author H.G. Wells, noted that he was a mere semblance of his former self. “The old lion is broken down,” Webb wrote, “he has only the remains of greatness.” [2]

While Huxley had no love for the populism that had taken shape during his lifetime what was perhaps most alarming for him was the extent to which these radicals were touting evolution as a basis for upending the social order. It was opposing this trend that he intended to make his final fight. Ironically, it was Huxley himself who had helped fan this fire of populist biology. His well-attended lectures on evolution to workingmen, his strident anti-Creationist critiques (against those he called “the worst forms of clerical and political despotism”) and his sincere belief that science would uplift the masses were an inspiration for those desperate for social change. As his biographer Adrian Desmond would write:

One understands how he became a working-class hero, why cabbies refused his fare and delegations petitioned him as they once would have nobility — supplication that showed the tremendous power acquired by the scientist.

But now he was backpedalling. Marx’s collaborator Friedrich Engels had twisted Huxley’s argument of human and ape evolution to earn political points by saying this transition was “the product of labour.” His advocacy of education was being criticized by the socialist Walter Crane who demanded whether “pauperism [could] be cured by technical education?” Even his agnosticism resulted in blowback when, in 1883, the secularist G.W. Foote was jailed for publishing The Freethinker in which he quoted “blasphemous passages” by Huxley, while the scientific giant was protected from similar prosecution by his elite position. To Huxley, Darwinism was becoming associated with “dirty Radicals” and he feared for his reputation in the Royal Society as well as everything he had struggled to escape from during his early life in East London. He had to respond:

Darwinism, I say, is anything rather than socialist! If this English hypothesis is to be compared to any definite political tendency — as is, no doubt, possible — that tendency can only be aristocratic, certainly not democratic, and least of all socialist. The theory of selection teaches that in human life, as in animal and plant life everywhere, and at all times, only a small and chosen minority can exist and flourish, while the enormous majority starve and perish miserably and more or less prematurely.

Sounding nearly identical to Herbert Spencer, who would later be targeted as a social Darwinist, Huxley next set to establish once and for all how natural selection should be understood for human societies. It was a familiar landscape he described, emphasizing how evolution crafted all aspects of the natural world through a process of ruthless competition and the survival of the strong over the weak. However, Huxley’s new synthesis had one unique addition: evolution stopped functioning in “civilized society.”

It was in 1888 that Huxley penned his essay “The Struggle for Existence in Human Societies” in the preeminent journal the Nineteenth Century. Previously, when arguing against religious orthodoxy, Huxley had made the case that the foundation for human morality could be found in animal sociability, but no longer. “[T]he animal world,” Huxley wrote, “is on about the same level as a gladiator’s show. The creatures are fairly well treated, and set to fight–whereby the strongest, the swiftest, and the cunningest live to fight another day.” And just as this “struggle for existence to the bitter end” exists in animals, so too in humans.

[A]mong primitive men, the weakest and stupidest went to the wall, while the toughest and shrewdest, those who were best fitted to cope with their circumstances, but not the best in any other sense, survived. Life was a continual free fight, and beyond the limited and temporary relations of the family, the Hobbesian war of each against all was the normal state of existence.

When Kropotkin read such views from the leading figure in evolutionary research he was appalled. He hadn’t engaged in any direct fieldwork for many years, but he continued to write regular reviews for the journal Nature and his background in Russian biology had impressed upon him the importance of cooperation between members of a group as a factor of evolution. As he wrote in the Nineteenth Century in direct response to Huxley’s claims, later incorporated in his 1902 book Mutual Aid:

[I]t may be remarked at once that Huxley’s view of nature had as little claim to be taken as a scientific deduction as the opposite view of Rousseau, who saw in nature but love, peace, and harmony destroyed by the accession of man. . . Rousseau had committed the error of excluding the beak-and-claw fight from his thoughts; and Huxley committed the opposite error; but neither Rousseau’s optimism nor Huxley’s pessimism can be accepted as an impartial interpretation of nature.

In order to support his argument that mutual aid should be considered an important component in the evolution of social species Kropotkin had to look no further than Darwin himself. Challenging Huxley’s use of the phrase “struggle for existence,” which came directly from On the Origin of Species, Kropotkin proceeded to demonstrate how Huxley had twisted Darwin’s original meaning in order to convey an incorrectly narrow interpretation:

[A]t the very beginning of his memorable work [Darwin] insisted upon the term being taken in its “large and metaphorical sense including dependence of one being on another, and including (which is more important) not only the life of the individual, but success in leaving progeny.”

In this way, the struggle for existence shouldn’t be understood as simply a “gladiator’s show” in a “Hobbesian war of each against all.” This was to pervert the explanatory brilliance of Darwin’s metaphor. For surely, as Darwin went on to describe in the very next passage following the portion that Kropotkin quoted, it would be incorrect to say that a plant on the edge of a desert was struggling against other plants but, rather, that it was involved in a “struggle for life against the drought.” [3]

But at this point Huxley wasn’t focused on the science, he had a political agenda to carry out. By admitting any role for sociability in evolution he would simply open the door to arguments in favor of “fiddle-faddling with the distribution of wealth.” He had to stick to his guns. As Adrian Desmond would write:

He now bolstered a competitive Darwinism, to make it immune to mutualist attacks, while denying that it could provide any natural basis for our ethics of love. . . Man came of age when he ceased emulating Nature and started ‘combating it’.

Having countered any hint of sociability in nature Huxley then took care to undermine the Lamarckian position of those socialists and communists who argued for an inevitable improvement in species, the same way they advocated for an inevitable improvement in society. Indeed, Huxley pointed out that “it is an error to imagine that evolution signifies a constant tendency to increased perfection.” However, when it comes to human civilization and the social order, Huxley changed course to argue that perfection was still in reach.

[O]f all the successive shapes which society has taken, that most nearly approaches perfection in which the war of individual against individual is most strictly limited. The primitive savage, tutored by Istar, appropriated whatever took his fancy, and killed whomsoever opposed him, if he could. On the contrary, the ideal of the ethical man is to limit his freedom of action to a sphere in which he does not interfere with the freedom of others.

In other words, morality in social behavior did not exist in this Hobbesian state of nature. Only in the “advanced civilizations” did the progress of public morality allow humans to rise above the animal kingdom so that they may “establish a kingdom of Man.” In seeking to undermine his opponents argument he inadvertently backed himself into a corner. He couldn’t allow social instincts to be the foundation of morality or he would have to acknowledge that “advanced civilizations” didn’t have any stronger grip on moral behavior than any other society. To maintain the social order that kept the deserving on top required that evolution cease to function in civilized society (at least in the obsessively competitive form which is all Huxley would allow).

Over a series of five publications Kropotkin provided every ethological detail he could accumulate demonstrating the importance of sociability and mutual aid in the natural world. He moved on from there to critique Huxley’s assumptions on indigenous societies before moving on to discuss cooperative networks in ancient civilization, medieval societies, and among the nineteenth century world. However, Kropotkin’s primary concern was to establish the important factor that mutual aid played in natural selection while, at the same time, not falling into the trap of denying competition on ideological grounds:

As soon as we study animals — not in laboratories and museums only, but in the forest and the prairie, in the steppe and the mountains — we at once perceive that though there is an immense amount of warfare and extermination going on amidst various species, and especially amidst various classes of animals, there is, at the same time, as much, or perhaps even more, of mutual support, mutual aid, and mutual defence amidst animals belonging to the same species or, at least, to the same society. Sociability is as much a law of nature as mutual struggle.

That summer as the match-girls took to the street to demand safer working conditions and a living wage Huxley was “living the life of a prize pig,” as he wrote to the editor of the Nineteenth Century, Sir James Knowles. “[N]o exercise, much meat and drink, and as few manifestations of intelligence as possible.” The purpose of the letter, Huxley explained, was to respond to Kropotkin’s article which he had recently finished reading.

I am astonished to find that there is a kick left in me – even when your friend Kropotkin pitches into me without the smallest justification. . . What a stimulus vanity is! – nothing but the vain dislike of being thought in the wrong have induced me to trouble myself or bore you with this letter. Bother Kropotkin!

I think his article very interesting and important nevertheless.

While it is a truism that good science is fundamentally apolitical, all scientists live in a specific political and cultural milieu that influences how they seek to understand the natural world. Huxley and Kropotkin are no different than any of us, though they faced different concerns than we do today. That either individual should have been engaged in political pursuits shouldn’t undermine the quality of their science, except for in those instances where the political took precedence over evidence from the natural world. As we survey our world today, how much of East London have we simply exported while we maintain the same standards of inequality? How many unspoken assumptions do scientists have in the questions they seek to ask and the way in which they frame their inquiry? Are we all, as Pablo Neruda wrote, nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead of human eyes? When we navigate the distant star do we simply reel ourselves back in again? The historical is relevant insofar as the questions from the past remain current. For the scientist and the anarchist of the nineteenth century the political and the natural were inextricably bound. How are we any different today?

References:

[1] Henry Pelling (1970). A History of British Trade Unionism. New York: Penguin Books.

[2] Adrian Desmond (1997). Huxley: From Devil’s Disciple to Evolution’s High Priest. Massachusettes: Addison-Wesley.

[3] Peter Kropotkin (1902). Mutual Aide: A Factor of Evolution New York: McClure, Philips & Co.

A Chemical Free Rant

16 August 2010

Late last week – okay, Friday – I opened my local paper and found a story about a vendor at the city farmers market with this headline: “Bee Charmer’s honey, veggies are fresh, chemical free”.

I turned to my son, who was reading the more reality-based comics section, and remarked “Aaargh.” Or words to that effect. “Do they think that honey is chemical free?” He looked up from our current favorite daily strip (Cul de Sac) and replied, “Do you have to be such a geek?” Or words to that effect.

I then wasted a lot of time trying to find the on-line version of the story so that I could complain about it here. But the only story from that page that turned up was the main article, which recommended eating local and which had a bizarre picture of a person with a giant thumbtack aimed into their midsection.

I then wasted some time speculating about the Freudian meaning of the image. Looking up – as I had promised/warned my son that I would actually do – the chemistry of honey.
And stewing over the careless use of the phrase “chemical free” when – yes, to sound like a complete geek – we live in a world where everything, including ourselves – is entirely made by chemical compounds.

I realize that the phrase was coined by some pseudo-clever advertising guru to market products that are meant to be free of industrial chemicals, such as organic produce. If I google the term, more than 47 million hits pop up, everything from swimming pool disinfectants to sunscreens to shampoos.

If you take a closer look, the shampoo folks appear to be warning us against “unpronounceable chemical compounds and complex molecules.” If I’m following their reasoning, we should be okay with chemicals as long as we can pronounce them and they have a simple molecular structure. On the other hand, can anyone here say “arsenic” (As)?

Meanwhile, the sunscreen folks list titanium dioxide (TiO2) as one of the ingredients in their “chemical-free” formula. Okay, okay, they mean that it’s not an industrial formula, rather a naturally occuring oxide of the metallic element titanium. But, they don’t mention that it’s also been classified as a potential carcinogen by International Agency for Research on Cancer. Because – can anyone here say “arsenic?” – naturally occurring doesn’t actually mean naturally safe.

And all this pseudo-protective chemical-free propaganda does nothing to make us really safer. It muddies our understanding of the legitimate risks out there. And it muddles our appreciation of ourselves, our own chemical composition, and distances us from the really gorgeous complex molecules and unpronounceable compounds that make up our world.

If all of us really learned this in school, then this wouldn’t matter so much. But because we don’t, the chemical propagandists can actually serve as a weird kind of post-secondary education system. Enough so that a supposedly well-trained newspaper headline writer can casually describe honey as “chemical-free” in a headline.

So, yes, aaargh. Or words to that effect.

Bleached to Death

11 August 2010

Last month, a Missouri man became angry with his girlfriend and mixed bleach into a pitcher of lemonade for the woman and her children. Added a little bleach to the ice cubes too. Alerted by the noxious smell, they didn’t drink it. He was arrested anyway.

Also last month, a (former) cook at a Denny’s restaurant in Virginia put bleach into the drinks of two co-workers. Both men were sickened but survived. The bleach poisoner was, of course, arrested.

Was July just a good month for stupid poisoning attempts? Or so I wondered. After all, bleach smells awful, tastes awful (or so I assume) and would send all kinds of chemical warning signals to the would-be victim. But when I did a little more research, I realized that I’d underestimated how often people actually try to poison others with bleach. Sometimes they actually succeed.

The bleach, of course, I mean the chlorine-based liquid whitening agent that most of us keep in our laundry rooms. The key chemical compound in this mix is called sodium hypochlorite and the chemical formula for it is NaOCl (one atom of sodium, one of oxygen, and one of chlorine).

It was first produced in the 18th century, by Claude Louis Berthollet, Napoleon’s scientific expert (although only widely available for domestic use starting in the 19th century.) These days, it’s probably hard to appreciate what a liberating discovery this must have been for those engaged in domestic labor. In the 1750s, for instance, the fastest way to whiten clothes involved a mix of sour milk and lye and took 12 hours.

Where as anyone who has ever used – or in my case, spilled – a sodium hypochlorite solution knows how quickly it takes the color out of fabric. In fact, most household bleaches only contain 3-6 percent of the compound in a water solution. In waste-water treatment plants, it rises to a 15 percent solution, used to aggressively kill infectious organisms in water.

This simple combination of oxygen, chlorine, and sodium makes a great disinfecting agent because it will poison just about anything, from viruses to human beings. Why? Because at its most basic, sodium hypochlorite is beautifully made to destroy living cells by efficiently corroding them into slush.
One toxicology analysis I found simply described the results as “liquid necrosis”.

So, it’s fortunate for those served bleach-spiked lemonade or soda that the taste is so strong. They tend to reject the drink entirely or to swallow too little to cause much of that liquid necrosis. Take for instance, the 2008 case of a Fort Worth, Texas high school student who tried to eliminate her competitor for the lead in a play by putting bleach into a soda. The intended victim took one sniff and refused that Mountain Dew entirely.

Successful bleach killers, and unfortunately they do exist, have to be more clever or more brutal than the rather simple-minded poisoners of this past July.

Last year, a nurse in Texas was charged with injecting 10 dialysis center patients with bleach – and killing five of them. And earlier this year, a British mother – and I really hate this story – was charged with killing her autistic 12-year-old son by forcing him to drink bleach or, as the hospital report put it , “a caustic liquid.”

Bleach is not a subtle weapon. People who use it tend to get caught. It belies the myth of the always clever, devious poisoner. It reminds us that when angry or desperate or, yes, stupid enough, some of us will poison with whatever is at hand.
Or maybe just crazy enough. I found one very sad story out of Oregon, in which the mother just kept trying to poison her one-year-old daughter with household chemicals, first bleach, then cleaners. The little girl survived and the mother, clearly mentally ill, went to prison.

And such cases also remind us – or should remind us – that the possibility is always there because we live in a chemical society, one that depends on the use of poisonous materials, such as plain old household bleach.

I’m always glad when bleach killers and their like get caught. Glad that the chemistry makes their crimes so obvious. But I’m more grateful that such people are rare. That most of us are smart enough – and decent enough and good citizens, neighbors, friends and parents enough – to keep our poisons neatly capped and stored away.

Except, of course, when we need them to do the laundry.

Your Travelling Correspondent

26 July 2010

I’m writing this from Amman, Jordan, where I’m spending the week helping with a program sponsored by the U.S. Embassy to help train science journalists.

Last week, I was in Cairo, where I was working with friends and colleagues in doing preplanning work for the World Conference of Science Journalists, which will be held in Cairo June 27-29 2011. We really moved the conference forward – for instance, the Supreme Council of Antiquities has now agreed to sponsor a welcoming reception/dinner at the Pyramids.

I actually have been writing during this same time period. Did a piece for Slate called The Raw Milk Deal, which my science writing friends like but made so many pure food followers angry that a friend wrote to suggest that I hide behind a Guernsey when I return to the U.S. I also wrote a piece for the Wall Street Journal on the way Jane Goodall changed the way we see chimpanzees. And I’m currently working on a book review for New Scientist (not yet done so I won’t link).

Somehow, I haven’t had time to also blog about chemistry and culture in the same time period. I hoped to, especially since I’ve at least temporarily returned to this home, after leaving Scienceblogs. Expect to hear from me here once I’ve returned to the home country and, oh yes, quit hiding behind that cow.

Name Your Poison Sweepstakes Winner!

10 June 2010

The winner of the Name Your Poison Sweepstakes has been certified! I’d like to congratulation Shannon deShannon of Marblehead, Ohio. Looking forward to seeing you in Chicago for a glamour weekend.

And many thanks to everyone who entered. We had 30,000 entries – an incredible number for a word-of-mouth sweepstakes – and you made it a huge success. Wish you could have all won.

And if you’re looking for my chemistry and culture blog, Speakeasy Science, it’s moved to Scienceblogs:

Ch-ch-changes

16 May 2010

If you’re looking for my blog about chemistry and culture, Speakeasy Science, it’s moved to a new home in the wonderful community of ScienceBlogs.

To avoid confusion, I’ve changed the name of the blog at this site to something more general and am now calling it The Write Note, and I do hope to strike a right one on occasion (couldn’t resist).

I’ll post here from time to time with updates on my non-chemistry writer activities, new book projects (yes, I do have one in the works), and other plans in the making.

I do want to thank all the terrific followers of Speakeasy Science when it was located here. It’s thanks to you that I was recruited by ScienceBlogs; I was tracking almost 30,000 page views a month by the time I moved which is pretty remarkable for a three month old blog.

So here’s to you! And hope to see you again here – and there!

A New Home

10 May 2010

Speakeasy Science has moved! Its home is now at ScienceBlogs and I am thrilled to join this amazing community of science bloggers. I hope you’ll follow me there at Speakeasy Science’s new location. See you there!

“This is not to say that chemicals are evil”

6 May 2010

The title of this post is taken from today’s opinion piece by  New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof, which focuses on carcinogens in our daily life and our failure to regulate exposure to dangerous compounds.

Kristof’s point is that we should do a better job of protecting ourselves and our environment from industrial compounds. No argument there. He goes on to say that a “proliferation of chemicals in water, foods, air and household products” is suspected as a factor in rising cancer rates. Yes, argument here.

Because, geez, water is a chemical compound  (hydrogen and oxygen). And the atmosphere has always been a wonderfully mixed up soup of gases, mostly nitrogen (78.08 percent) and oxygen (20.95 percent), with a sprinkle of argon (.93 percent) and a dash of carbon dioxide, neon, helium, methane, krypton, nitrous oxide, hydrogen and ozone. (Ozone, by the way, is just another way of saying three oxygen atoms bonded together). And everything we eat or drink- although we don’t usually consider it – is made of nothing but, yes, chemicals. Take table sugar or sucrose. Nothing but a collection of very familiar chemicals: C12H22O11 (12 carbon atoms, 22 hydrogen and 11 oxygen).

After proposing a link between too much chemistry and not just cancer but diabetes, obesity and autism, Kristof goes on to note “This is not to say that chemicals are evil…”. Darn right they’re not. We’re made of them ourselves; scientists have tallied up some 41 chemical elements in body’s construction, the largest proportion (87 percent) being  hydrogen and oxygen. In other words, we’re mostly made of H2O, also known as  water.

So let’s give chemicals a break, okay? They’re not the problem. The problems come from the way we mix them up, the way we fail to appreciate how dangerously experimental some of these compounds are, the casual way we stir them into our daily lives, and – here I agree with Kristof – our failure to fully fund research into the consequences of these compounds or to regulate them with any enthusiasm.

But we won’t begin to fix any of this if we don’t get the basics right. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to drown my frustrations in a glass of C2H5OH, preferably of the sauvignon blanc variety.

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