23rd January 2009

Backsliding…

The new Obama administration White House website is very snazzy, and apparently done by the same folks who designed his campaign website. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed, though. One of the things I loved most about the Bush website was the easy availability of press briefings. Transcripts were available almost as soon as the briefing was finished. By contrast, the Obama website has nothing, yet. Maybe that will change.

Anyway, to business: Gibbs’ response regarding drone attacks on Waziristan/Pakistan:

Q Exactly. There is skepticism among Republicans whether or not this could happen. What kind of reassurances is he giving? Then, on Pakistan, was he consulted before the strike, or did he consult with Pakistan on that?

MR. GIBBS: Well, let me take your Pakistan question first. As you know, I’m not going to comment on those matters.

What the fuck? If this is “transparent”, I’m going to go replace my windshield glass with corrugated cardboard.*


* I just realized I don’t have a windshield glass!
No, it wasn’t stolen. I don’t have a car.
No, my car wasn’t stolen. I never bought one.

posted by saurabh in Deja vu, Dumbo-crats, Global Machinations, Government | 1 Comment

22nd January 2009

Darwin was … a long time ago

Ugh. New Scientist is drumming up subscriptions by pasting the title “DARWIN WAS WRONG” on their cover. Everyone loves a good controversy, right? Let’s swan-dive right into the muck of the inane culture war going on and get good and dirty.

The basic thrust of the article is: the idea of a “tree of life” is wrong. The standard picture of evolution is of a divergent process - an ancestral species separates, differentiates, forms two daughter species. Over time this produces a binary tree of life, which we can trace backwards to its root via comparative genomics. The problem with this neat picture is lateral gene transfer - exchange of DNA across species (or even higher taxonomic classes) boundaries. If DNA can be exchanged back and forth willy-nilly, it confuses the parenting process. If my genome contains both human and frog DNA sequence, am I human, or am I frog? Or both? The graph becomes complex and hard to unravel, and certainly no longer resembles a tree.

This is most problematic in prokaryotic species, which have small genomes with only a few thousand genes, and many mechanisms for exchanging DNA with random strangers (or even taking it up from the environment). That sort of incestuous interchange makes it very hard to draw a simple tree. The stuff gets most confused near the root of the tree, where a debate has long raged about who came first, eukaryotes, prokaryotes, or archaebacteria. The best reading on the subject is W. Ford Doolittle, who rubbishes the notion of a singly-rooted tree in this blessedly free PNAS review:

Some evolutionists believe (i) that a single rooted and dichotomously branching representation of the relationships between all life forms is appropriate (at all levels above species), because it best represents their history; (ii) that we can with available data and methods reconstruct this tree quite accurately; and (iii) that we have in fact done so, at least for the major groups of organisms. … [O]ther evolutionists, ourselves included, question even this most fundamental belief, that there is a single true tree.

So, what am I saying? Is New Scientist right? Well, yes and no. The confusions indicated above are confined: while lateral gene transfer may be rampant in prokaryotes, it’s only sporadic in metazoans (animals), and a tree-of-life metaphor works pretty well there, especially for the species we’re most concerned with (viz., ourselves and our mammalian relatives). There are some notable exceptions, the most famous probably being the discovery that the entire genome of the fruit fly endosymbiont Wolbachia was at some point incorporated into the genome of some Drosophila ancestor. But we shouldn’t expect to find these events playing a significant role in the evolution of large, complex organisms. So while I find this interesting, and don’t mean to contradict Doolittle, et al., in any way, I think the “revolution” is relatively muted, and certainly doesn’t have any of the broad scope that the introduction of Mendelian genetics, for example, had on biology, as New Scientist seems to be suggesting.

Finally, a scrap for the wolves, lest they begin salivating too much, from Doolittle:

Holding onto this ladder of pattern [the tree of life] is an unnecessary hindrance in the understanding of process (which is prior to pattern) both ontologically and in our more down-to-earth conceptualization of how evolution has occurred. And it should not be an essential element in our struggle against those who doubt the validity of evolutionary theory, who can take comfort from this challenge to the TOL only by a willful misunderstanding of its import. The patterns of similarity and difference seen among living things are historical in origin, the product of evolutionary mechanisms that, although various and complex, are not beyond comprehension and can sometimes be reconstructed.

posted by saurabh in Biology | 0 Comments

21st January 2009

Musical interlude

I was late in discovering Nina Simone; I’m lazy in exploring intellectually challenging art, especially with regard to music, more’s the pity since I’m so piercingly affected by it. As music goes I think hearing Nina was kind of a revelation, a demonstration of what a musician can do, and should strive to do. When she sings, it is to make us feel; she is a compelling argument that art is about communicating sentiment much more than it is about aesthetics (never mind egotism). Here’s one of her most powerfully affecting pieces, where she almost berates the audience into accepting the terrible current of emotion she is giving them. She’s an ideal; few musicians come close.

posted by saurabh in Bloorging under the influence | 0 Comments

15th January 2009

Pro-pirate propaganda

Well, how could I not post a link to this article lionizing the Somali pirates as heroes sailing against evil Europeans dumping nuclear waste in Somali waters?

posted by saurabh in Yarrr! | 0 Comments

10th January 2009

There’s gold in them thar shoes

It’s perhaps too early to select a video of the year for 2009, but as a long-time admirer of ladies’ footses, I think this one should at least be in the running. It definitely makes me like Richard a lot more.

Via: the Daily Show, which has been surprisingly and refreshingly anti-Zionist this week.

posted by saurabh in Insanity, Levity, No pants | 0 Comments

8th January 2009

Solar cycle update

Ah, yes, it’s a new year. Let’s review, shall we? In the last year I:

  • Got my PhD
  • Had my heart crushed by a beautiful girl
  • Moved across the country, away from most of my friends and family
  • Conceived the fantastic, foolish notion that I could spend my whole life writing

Perusing that list seems to suggest that 2008 was possibly the hardest year of my life. Small wonder I feel so weak and ill-prepared for 2009. I’ll set dim, mundane goals for myself. I will: floss regularly; visit a doctor (in a professional capacity); kiss a girl; learn to cook a new dish; buy some new clothes; swim in a warm ocean; dance more.*

For the rest of you, please partake in our traditional New Year’s poll, to the left. The previous one is quite mature by now. I’m disappointed that more of you aren’t propositioning hot strangers.


* Maybe I’ll allow myself something more ambitious - I will: form a cult of personality based on my mediocre singing voice and plenty of 4-hydroxybutanoic acid; make my followers construct a ziggurat at least three hundred and fifty-two feet high; reign over an empire of sin and blood-letting.

posted by saurabh in Navel-gazing, Pollocrisy | 0 Comments

6th January 2009

Correction

On the way back home from Boston* I connected through Denver, where I’ve never been before. I always imagined it as a kind of Shangri-La thrown high up in the teeth of the mountains, teetering against a mile-high precipice that overlooks the flat, endless expanse of the Midwest. But no; the city is smeared across the plane below, and the mountains are empty. Shucks. Reality is beggared by the expectations of fantasy once again.


* Strange inversion, that.

posted by saurabh in Geomancy | 0 Comments

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