Health for profit

Ever since the fatal shooting of United Health CEO Brian Thompson, the whole issue of the ridiculous unaffordability of health care and the capricious, cavalier attitudes of health insurers has been much on people's minds here in the United States.  Around ten percent of Americans have no health insurance at all, meaning they are one health crisis from bankruptcy -- and very likely to forego medical care completely for anything that isn't immediately life-threatening.  Many others are woefully underinsured.

Of the twenty-five wealthiest nations in the world, only three -- Qatar, Saudi Arabia, and the United States -- do not have some form of government-paid health care for all citizens.  With regards to human rights, not really the company we want to be keeping, is it?

As far as the other wealthy nations go -- well, allow me to cite just one example.

My writer friend Andrew Butters, who lives in Canada (and has given me permission to relate this story), went through the agonizing experience of having his daughter develop a devastating medical condition -- progressive scoliosis.  The disorder was inevitably leading toward debility, nerve and organ damage, and ultimately would have been fatal without significant (and urgent) medical intervention.  Eventually she required twelve hours of surgery, a long hospital stay, and extensive care for months afterward, but made a complete recovery and is now a healthy and happy adult.

The family paid less than $2,000 out of pocket total.  In fact, out of gratitude to the Canadian health care system, Andrew wrote a book about the experience called Bent But Not Broken (highly recommended reading, it's incredibly inspiring) and is able to donate every cent of the proceeds to charities helping other parents in similar situations.

In the United States?  Even with health insurance, this exact same situation would have created massive medical debt they'd be paying off for decades.  For many families, it would have permanently destroyed them financially.

The fact that the other twenty-two wealthiest countries in the world are making health care for all work, and we're not, seems to indicate that we could be doing this, but we just don't want to.  So why is that?  How did all the others come to look upon health care as a right, not a privilege restricted to the rich, and we didn't?

Well, allow me to introduce you to Frederick Ludwig Hoffman.

Hoffman in 1909 [Image is in the Public Domain]

Hoffman was born in 1865 in the town of Varel, Oldenburg, Germany.  His performance in school was rather dismal, and ultimately he realized he wasn't going to make a decent living in Germany, so he emigrated to the United States in 1884, where shortly afterward he was hired as a statistician for the Prudential Insurance Company of America.

He was also a raving racist.

Around this time, African Americans were gaining ground in terms of rights and opportunities, and Hoffman thought this was just terrible.  He was convinced that Blacks were genetically inferior -- not only less intelligent and more prone to crime, but had shorter life spans and more health problems.  That the last-mentioned had to do with mistreatment, poverty, poor nutrition, and lack of access to medical care, didn't seem to occur to him.  But he saw other countries moving toward considering good-quality medical care to be a right; in fact, his native Germany instituted a national health care program in 1885.  Despite the inherent immorality of forcing sick people to pay, as if becoming ill was somehow their fault (or a choice at all), Hoffman was appalled at the thought of this becoming policy in the United States.  He realized that if this happened here, wealthy White people would be shouldering the financial burden of paying for the health care of poor Blacks.

And we couldn't have that.

He wrote a book called Race Traits and Tendencies of the American Negro which was a mishmash of huge amounts of statistics on illness and death rates, along with a heaping helping of racist tropes, eugenics, arguments against miscegenation, and deliberate avoidance of any mention of the role of social status and environment in human health.  Of course, it played right into the panicky bigotry of the time, not to mention the greed über alles attitudes of the people in charge (remember, this is the era of the Robber Barons).  So rake in the profits and simultaneously make life miserable for Blacks?

Prudential, and other insurance companies, said, "Hell yeah, sign me up!"

Megan Wolff, in the journal Public Health Reports (link provided above), writes:

Insurance is a highly lucrative business, and in the latter 19th century it factored among the biggest, fastest-growing, and most aggressive corporate entities in existence.  Between 1860 and 1870 alone, the number of policies active in New York State jumped from 50,000 to 650,000; by 1868 the sum of insurance throughout the nation exceeded the national debt.  Cutthroat business practices guided corporate policy.  By the mid 1870s, the three largest companies—Metropolitan Life, the Equitable, and Mutual Life—had expanded into a corporate oligopoly that dominated sales in the cities of the northeast United States and maintained an impressive reputation worldwide...

The relatively equal access of African Americans to main-line industrial policies came to a halt... when Prudential announced a decision to reduce life benefits to African Americans by a third, though they would continue to pay the same premiums.  Citing elevated mortality rates among Blacks, the company insisted that its decision was “equitable” and based “solely on the basis of facts.”  Some evidence suggests, however, that the prospect of Black policyholders simply had not occurred to commercial insurers when they launched their industrial policies—at least not in the volumes with which African Americans applied for coverage—and the reduction of benefits was a response to an unanticipated and socially undesirable demand.

There was some effort by states to institute anti-discrimination laws regarding insurance, but Prudential trotted out Hoffman, who was happy to explain his reasoning (backed up, of course, by plenty of statistics).  Few White lawmakers felt all that inclined to argue on the behalf of poor Blacks, who after all had no legal clout, and in fact very little say in anything.

Hoffman, on the other hand, became an overnight celebrity.  In 1901 Prudential started its Department of Statistics -- what we would now call the actuarial department -- with Hoffman at its head.  There's some evidence that his views softened toward the end of his life (he died in 1946), and that he eventually acknowledged the role of social stratification in Blacks' lower life expectancy and higher rate of health problems, but by that time the damage was done.  The corporate control of medical care in the United States was already set in stone, and that was largely due to Hoffman's tireless efforts to prevent African Americans from having health and life insurance.

And as we've seen over and over, once the corporations see a profit to be made, there's no power on Earth that can stop them from doing whatever it takes to achieve it, even if they leave thousands of dead bodies in their wake.  In what kind of crazy, bass-ackwards system can your doctor say, "You must have this treatment or you won't recover," and the insurance company gets to say, "Nah, you don't really need that"?

There's some truth to the fact that looking at the roots of an issue doesn't necessarily inform you about what the issue is now.  That the lack of universal health care in the United States was inspired by racism is less important than what's motivating it in the present.  (After all, during the Civil War and Reconstruction Periods, the Democrats were more often the racists and the Republicans the anti-racists, and that's hardly the case today.)  

But it's at least instructive to consider that the current situation -- where the wealthy have unlimited access to the best medical care, and the the poor are one surgery from bankruptcy -- has its roots in a fundamentally immoral stance, that somehow certain people are deserving of good health and others aren't, and that the greed of corporate leaders should trump any considerations of fairness.  And this kind of built-in social inequity can't go on forever.  While I don't condone Luigi Mangione's actions, I certainly understand them.  As the noblemen and women of pre-Revolutionary France found out, you can't keep taking advantage of people indefinitely and expect them not to react.

So whatever the origin of the insurance industry's motives, right now what they're doing is profiting off the misfortune of others.  For all of the health insurance companies' cheerful slogans about how they're "your partner for good health," the fact remains that the only ones they're actually partners with are their stockholders.

Not that it's likely to improve under the incoming administration, which puts corporate profit above anything else.  So we've got at least another four years of poor people going broke because they had the audacity to get sick at the wrong time.

And it all traces back to the specious research of a racist German statistician who told the insurance companies and other business leaders exactly what they wanted to hear.  The wealthy then twisted the arms of the elected officials -- as they still do -- and the result is an inherently unfair pay-or-die system that is nearly unique amongst industrialized countries.

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Word search

I've always wondered why words have the positive or negative connotations they do.

Ask people what their favorite and least-favorite sounding words are, and you'll find some that are easily explicable (vomit regularly makes the "least-favorite" list), but others are kind of weird.  A poll of linguists identified the phrase cellar door as being the most beautiful-sounding pair of words in the English language -- and look at how many names from fantasy novels have the same cadence (Erebor, Aragorn, Celeborn, Glorfindel, Valinor, to name just a handful from the Tolkien mythos).  On the other hand, I still recall passing a grocery store with my son one day and seeing a sign in the window that said, "ON SALE TODAY: moist, succulent pork."

"There it is," my son remarked.  "A single phrase made of the three ugliest words ever spoken."

Moist, in fact, is one of those universally loathed words; my surmise is the rather oily sound of the /oi/ combination, but that's hardly a scholarly analysis.  The brilliant British comedian Miranda Hart had her own unique take on it:

Another question is why some words are easier to bring to mind than others. This was the subject of a fascinating paper in Nature Human Behavior titled, "Memorability of Words in Arbitrary Verbal Associations Modulates Memory Retrieval in the Anterior Temporal Lobe," by neuroscientists Weizhen Xie, Wilma A. Bainbridge, Sara K. Inati, Chris I. Baker, and Kareem A. Zaghloul of the National Institute of Health.  Spurred by a conversation at a Christmas party about why certain faces are memorable and others are not, study lead author Weizhen Xie wondered if the same was true for words -- and if so, that perhaps it could lead to more accuracy in cognitive testing for patients showing memory loss or incipient dementia.

"Our memories play a fundamental role in who we are and how our brains work," Xie said in an interview with Science Daily.  "However, one of the biggest challenges of studying memory is that people often remember the same things in different ways, making it difficult for researchers to compare people's performances on memory tests.  For over a century, researchers have called for a unified accounting of this variability.  If we can predict what people should remember in advance and understand how our brains do this, then we might be able to develop better ways to evaluate someone's overall brain health."

What the team did is as fascinating as it is simple; they showed test subjects pairs of functionally-unrelated words (say, "hand" and "apple"), and afterward, tested them by giving them one word and asking them to try to recall what word it was paired with.  What they found is that some words were easy to recall regardless of what they were paired with and whether they came first or second in the pair; others were more difficult, again irrespective of position or pairing.

"We saw that some things -- in this case, words -- may be inherently easier for our brains to recall than others," said study senior author Kareem Zaghloul.  "These results also provide the strongest evidence to date that what we discovered about how the brain controls memory in this set of patients may also be true for people outside of the study."

[Image licensed under the Creative Commons Mandeep Singh, Emotions words, CC BY 4.0]

Neither the list of easy-to-remember words nor the list of harder-to-remember ones show any obvious commonality (such as abstract versus concrete nouns, or long words versus short ones) that would explain the difference.  Each list included some extremely common words and some less common ones -- tank, doll, and pond showed up on the memorable list, and street, couch, and cloud on the less-memorable list.  It was remarkable how consistent the pattern was; the results were unequivocal even when the researchers controlled for such factors as educational level, age, gender, and so on.

"We thought one way to understand the results of the word pair tests was to apply network theories for how the brain remembers past experiences," Xie said.  "In this case, memories of the words we used look like internet or airport terminal maps, with the more memorable words appearing as big, highly trafficked spots connected to smaller spots representing the less memorable words.  The key to fully understanding this was to figure out what connects the words."

The surmise is that it has to do with the way our brains network information.  Certain words might act as "nodes" -- memory points that connect functionally to a great many different concepts -- so the brain more readily lands on those words when searching.  Others, however familiar and common they might be, act more as "dead-ends" in brain networking, making only a few conceptual links.  Think of it as trying to navigate through a city -- some places are easy to get to because there are a great many paths that lead there, while others require a specific set of roads and turns.  In the first case, you can get to your destination even if you make one or two directional goofs; in the second, one wrong turn and you're lost.

All of which is fascinating. I know as I've gotten older I've had the inevitable memory slowdown, which most often manifests as my trying to recall a word I know that I know. I often have to (with some degree of shame) resort to googling something that's a synonym and scanning down the list until I find the word I'm looking for, but it makes me wonder why this happens with some words and not with others.  Could it be that in my 64-year-old brain, bits of the network are breaking down, and this affects words with fewer working functional links than ones with a great many of them?

All speculation, of course. I can say that whatever it is, it's really freakin' annoying.  But I need to wrap up this post, because it's time for lunch.  Which is -- I'm not making this up -- leftover moist, succulent pork.

I'll try not to think about it.

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Water worlds

Water is one of those things that seems ordinary until you start looking into it.

The subject always puts me in mind of the deeply poignant Doctor Who episode "The Waters of Mars," which has to be in my top five favorite episodes ever.  (If you haven't seen it, you definitely need to, even if you're not a fanatical Whovian like I am -- but be ready for the three-boxes-of-kleenex ending.)  Without giving you any spoilers, let's just say that the Mars colonists shouldn't have decided to use thawed water from glaciers for their drinking supply.

Once things start going sideways, the Doctor warns the captain of the mission, Adelaide Brooke, that trying to fight what's happening is a losing battle, and says it in a truly shiver-inducing way: "Water is patient, Adelaide.  Water just waits.  Wears down the cliff tops, the mountains.  The whole of the world.  Water always wins."

Even beyond science fiction, water has some bizarre properties.  It's one of the only substances that gets less dense when you freeze it -- if water was like 99% of the compounds in the world, ice would sink, and lakes and oceans would freeze from the bottom up.  Compared to most other liquids, it has a sky-high specific heat (ability to absorb heat energy without much increase in temperature), which is why my wife and I notice the difference in our hot tub when it's set at 100 F rather than 102 F.  A two-degree temperature difference in air temperature, you'd hardly register; two degrees' difference in water represents a lot of extra heat energy.

There's also the huge heat of vaporization (the heat energy required for it to evaporate), which is why sweating cools you down so efficiently.  Both the high specific heat and high heat of vaporization contribute not only to allowing our body temperature easier to regulate, they make climates near bodies of water warmer in winter and cooler in summer than it otherwise would be.  Other odd properties of water include its cohesiveness, which is the key to how water can be transported a hundred meters up the trunk of a redwood tree, and is also why a bellyflop hurts like a mofo.  Finally, it's highly polar -- the molecules have a negatively-charged side and a positively-charged side -- making it an outstanding solvent for other polar compounds (and indirectly leading to several of the other properties I've mentioned).

And those are the characteristics water has at ordinary temperatures and pressures.  If you start changing either or both of these, things get weirder still.  In fact, the whole reason the topic comes up is because of a paper in Astrophysical Journal Letters called "Irradiated Ocean Planets Bridge Super-Earth and Sub-Neptune Populations," by a team led by astrophysicist Olivier Mousis of Aix-Marseille University, about a very strange class of planets where water is in a bizarre state where it's not quite a liquid and not quite a gas.

This state is called being supercritical -- where a fluid can seep through solids like a gas but dissolve materials like a liquid.  For water, the critical point is about 340 C and a pressure 217 times the average atmospheric pressure at sea level -- so nothing you'll run into under ordinary circumstances.  This bizarre fluid has a density about a third that of liquid water at room temperature, so way more dense than your typical gas but way less than your typical liquid.

Mousis et al. have found that some of the "sub-Neptune" exoplanets that have been discovered recently are close enough to their parent stars to have a rocky core surrounded by supercritical water and a steam-bath upper atmosphere -- truly a strange new kind of world even the science fiction writers don't seem to have anticipated.  One of these exoplanets -- K2 18b, which orbits a red dwarf star about 110 light years from Earth -- fits the bill perfectly, and in fact mass and diameter measurements suggest it could be made up of as much as 37% water.  (Compare that to the Earth, which is about 0.02% water by mass.)

So there you are -- some strange features of a substance we all think we know.  Odd stuff, water, however familiar it is.  Even if you don't count the extraterrestrial contaminants that Captain Adelaide Brooke and her ill-fated crew had to contend with.

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Unwinding the spell

In C. S. Lewis's book Mere Christianity, he addresses the question of why there are unkind and unpleasant Christians (and, conversely, kind and pleasant atheists) by claiming that we should be making a comparison instead with how the people in question would have acted otherwise.  He uses the analogy of a toothpaste's advertising claim to give you healthy teeth:

Even then we must be careful to ask the right question.  If Christianity is true then it ought to follow that any Christian will be nicer than the same person would be if he were not a Christian…  Just in the same way, if the advertisements of Whitesmile’s Toothpaste are true it ought to follow that anyone who uses it will have better teeth than the same person would have if he did not use it.

But to point out that I, who use Whitesmile’s (and also have inherited bad teeth from both my parents), have not got as fine a set as some healthy young African boy who never used toothpaste at all, does not, by itself, prove that the advertisements are untrue.  Christian Miss Bates may have an unkinder tongue than unbelieving Dick Firkin.  That, by itself, does not tell us whether Christianity works.  The question is what Miss Bates’s tongue would be like if she were not a Christian and what Dick’s would be like if he became one.

The fact that we have no way of knowing what they would have been like had their beliefs been otherwise -- that C. S. Lewis himself wrote, "To know what would have happened?  No, no one is given that" -- is a snag here (and awfully convenient to his argument), but we'll leave that aside for the moment. 

Miss Bates and Dick, as a result of natural causes and early upbringing, have certain temperaments: Christianity professes to put both temperaments under new management if they will allow it to do so.  What you have a right to ask is whether that management, if allowed to take over, improves the concern.  Everyone knows that what is being managed in Dick Firkin’s case is much ‘nicer’ than what is being managed in Miss Bates’s...

We must, therefore, not be surprised if we find among the Christians some people who are still nasty. There is even, when you come to think it over, a reason why nasty people might be expected to turn to Christ in greater numbers than nice ones.  If you have sound nerves and intelligence and health and popularity and a good upbringing, you are likely to be quite satisfied with your character as it is.  ‘Why drag God into it?’ you may ask.  A certain level of good conduct comes fairly easily to you.  You are not one of those wretched creatures who are always being tripped up by sex, or dipsomania, or nervousness, or bad temper.  Everyone says you are a nice chap and (between ourselves) you agree with them.  You are quite likely to believe that all this niceness is your own doing: and you may easily not feel the need for any better kind of goodness.  Often people who have all these natural kinds of goodness cannot be brought to recognise their need for Christ at all until, one day, the natural goodness lets them down and their self-satisfaction is shattered.  In other words, it is hard for those who are ‘rich’ in this sense to enter the Kingdom.

It is very different for the nasty people – the little, low, timid, warped, thin-blooded, lonely people, or the passionate, sensual, unbalanced people.  If they make any attempt at goodness at all, they learn, in double quick time, that they need help.  It is Christ or nothing for them.  It is taking up the cross and following -- or else despair.  They are the lost sheep; He came specially to find them.  They are (in one very real and terrible sense) the ‘poor’: He blessed them.  They are the ‘awful set’ he goes about with-and of course the Pharisees say still, as they said from the first, ‘If there were anything in Christianity those people would not be Christians.’

Lewis's apologetics are, unfortunately, specious, and not only for the reason I noted.  His sharp writing style and folksy arguments are understandably appealing, but here -- like many places in Mere Christianity -- his logic doesn't hold up to close scrutiny.  In fact, in the case of "niceness," he's got it backwards.  There is abundant evidence that Christianity (or any other religion) doesn't take what you were born with and sanctify it, make it better than it would have been; instead, it amplifies your natural tendencies.  

So a person born with a kind, forgiving, loving, benevolent nature might well be impelled to do even better if (s)he espoused a religion that valued those things.  But a narrow-minded, spiteful, violent, arrogant person who joins a religion becomes a Tomás de Torquemada, a Cotton Mather, a Judge Jeffreys... or a Jim Bakker or John Hagee or Greg Locke or Rick Wiles.  Awful people who become devout rarely improve their behavior; all their conversion usually accomplishes is to give their hatefulness a nice added gloss of self-righteousness.

[Image licensed under the Creative Commons Aronsyne, C.S.-Lewis, CC BY-SA 4.0]

I got to thinking about Lewis's argument while I was reading an article yesterday in The Daily Beast entitled, "Why Jimmy Carter's Life Should Make the Christian Right Feel Ashamed," and my immediate reaction was to add, "... But It Won't."  As I'm sure all of you know by now, President Carter died a few days ago at the venerable age of 100, and there's been much attention given to his amazingly selfless work for charity, most notably Habitat for Humanity.  The difficulty for Christians, however, is the degree to which Carter's Christianity is being looked upon as an outlier.  In the last twenty years, Christianity has come to be associated with some of the most vile individuals I can think of, culminating in their wholehearted support of an amoral, viciously vengeful, narcissistic adjudicated rapist for president.

The article's author, Keli Goff, writes:

As a person of faith, I have been horrified to watch Christianity’s fall from grace in mainstream America today.  Having mentioned my church in passing to a group of peers, I was once recently met with surprise—surprise that I’m a practicing Christian because, I “seem like a nice person.”  I’m no biblical scholar, but I’m pretty sure that if people conflate your religion with being a terrible human being you’re probably doing it wrong.  Yet in recent years that has arguably become the face of mainstream Christianity, and any Christian who cares about the future of our faith should be deeply concerned.

But... other than a handful of exceptions, they're not.  The vast majority of them are completely unapologetic about their hatreds, whether it's toward minorities, immigrants, LGBTQ+ people, liberals, or just anyone who's not a straight white conservative American.  

Yesterday I drove past a house where there was a huge flag flying saying "God, Guns, and Trump."  How can this now be the rallying cry for people who claim to follow the same man who said "Turn the other cheek" and "Bring unto me the little children" and "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the Earth"?

Or is that "Woke Jesus," and now we have to follow the new and improved gun-toting, anti-immigrant, Murika-loving, queer-bashing Jesus?

Given that this is the new public face of Christianity in the United States, it is perhaps unsurprising that churches are hemorrhaging members.  Goff quotes statistics that there has been a twelve-percent decline in self-identification as Christian just in the last decade; New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof stated that "More people have left the church in the last 25 years than all the new people who became Christians from the First Great Awakening, Second Great Awakening and Billy Graham crusades combined."

I find this encouraging, but perhaps not for the reason you might be thinking.  It's certainly not because I'm a nonbeliever myself, and have some misguided desire for everyone to think like me.  I honestly have no issue with what answers people come up with for the Big Questions, about the meaning of life and their place in the universe and the existence of a deity.  We all have to figure those out (or not) as well as we can, and who am I to criticize how someone else squares that circle?  What I judge people on is not belief but behavior, and if the ugly, vitriolic diatribes of the likes of Kenneth Copeland are inducing people to say, "this is not for me," then... good.  That should be your reaction to ignorance, nastiness, and intolerance.

And if the leaders of the Christian churches who are seeing their congregations shrinking don't like this -- well, they'd best figure it out.

As I mentioned earlier, however, I'm not optimistic about their coming to the right conclusions.  Today's Christian leaders seem to excel at considering the question and then getting the wrong answer -- blaming it on secular education, the gays, the liberals, or even kicking it up a level and blaming Satan himself.  That the fault might lie in their own hateful, exclusive, judgmental attitudes doesn't seem to have crossed most of their minds.

C. S. Lewis at least recognized this much -- that if you're on the wrong road, you don't get to your destination safely by continuing to forge doggedly down the same path.  In The Great Divorce, he writes:

I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road.  A sum can be put right: but only by going back til you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on.  Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good.  Time does not heal it.  The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, 'with backward mutters of dissevering power' -- or else not.

Which is exactly right.  The problem, though, is that first you have to realize you've done the sum wrong.  And in this case, I don't think that's happened yet.  There are too many other convenient targets to blame.  Even someone like the near-saintly Jimmy Carter holding up a mirror to what evangelical Christianity has become is unlikely to wake anyone up, especially now that the Christofascists are in the political ascendency here in the United States.

And as long as that's the case, they're almost certainly going to continue down this road, watching their flocks dwindling away to nothing, and acting entirely baffled about why their message has lost its appeal.

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The lure of nature

I didn't have an easy childhood.  There were a lot of reasons for this, some stemming from my own issues and some completely outside my control.  But one happy constant in my life, and the high point of every year, was that in the summer my dad and I always went on a three-week car trip to Arizona and New Mexico.

The reason for this was that my dad was an avid rockhound.  Not only did he simply like rocks, he was a talented lapidary -- he had the diamond-edged saws and grinding wheels and all the other equipment to turn agates and jaspers and turquoise into beautiful jewelry.  Our summer expeditions resulted in the car coming back weighing twice as much as it did going out, because the trunk was full of boxes of fist-sized chunks of brightly-colored rocks we'd found while hiking in the canyons.

I loved these trips.  My dad was an interesting guy but not very talkative -- a trait I definitely inherited myself -- so it left me lots of space to wander my own interior world while messing about outdoors.  I liked rocks as well (still do, in fact), but my favorite things about the desert were the blue skies and clear air, the stark, pristine beauty of the cliffs and mesas, the weird and wonderful cacti, and -- most of all -- the absolute silence.  Where I grew up, in southern Louisiana, was at the time a quiet, not-quite-suburban neighborhood not on the direct path to anywhere, but even so I was never far away from traffic noise.  In the canyons of southeastern Arizona, however, there was literally no sound but the sighing of the wind, and sometimes the far-off call of a hawk.  The rumble of a distant thunderstorm or the howling of a coyote at night sounded otherworldly.  It was a strange, beautiful, harsh, magical place, and I swore as a child one day I'd live in Arizona permanently.  It never happened, but over the years I've been back several times to visit some of my favorite childhood haunts, and the southwestern desert still has an attraction for me that borders on the spiritual.

[Image licensed under the Creative Commons BAlvarius, Cave Creek Canyon, CC BY-SA 3.0]

The reason this comes up is a study released a few weeks ago in the journal Ecopsychology by Joanna Bettmann (University of Utah) et al. that found that even a short exposure to nature generated symptom alleviation for adults with anxiety and/or depression -- and the longer and more consistent the exposure, the greater the benefit.  Add to this a study in The Journal of Environmental Education called, "How Combinations of Recreational Activities Predict Connection to Nature Among Youth," by Rachel Szczytko (Pisces Foundation), Kathryn Tate Stevenson and Markus Nils Peterson (North Carolina State University), and Howard Bondell (University of Melbourne).  The team of researchers looked into what activities were most likely to lead to kids feeling a lifelong connection to the outdoors, and they found that social activities -- family camping trips, Girl or Boy Scouts, programs like 4-H and Primitive Pursuits -- were good, but far better were activities outdoors that were solitary.  Give a kid time to explore outside on his/her own -- whether in the context of an activity like hunting or fishing, or just for the hell of it -- and (s)he's likely to form a permanent bond to nature.

"We saw that there were different combinations of specific activities that could build a strong connection to nature; but a key starting point was being outside, in a more solitary activity," said study co-author Kathryn Tate Stevenson, in a press release from North Carolina State University.  "Maybe we need more programming to allow children to be more contemplative in nature, or opportunities to establish a personal connection.  That could be silent sits, or it could be activities where children are looking or observing on their own.  It could mean sending kids to the outdoors to make observations on their own.  It doesn’t mean kids should be unsupervised, but adults could consider stepping back and letting kids explore on their own."

My dad certainly did that.  I got good instruction on safety -- always carry water and food, wear sturdy hiking boots, don't stint on the suntan lotion (a rule that had to be reinforced daily, given that as a kid I was kind of the half-naked savage type), stay on established trails, and so on.  I already had a healthy respect for wildlife, having grown up in a place that had water moccasins and copperheads galore, so I kept a good lookout for rattlesnakes and scorpions and the like.  As a result, I never got lost or injured, and spent many a happy hour exploring the desert, fostering a love for the outdoors that I still enjoy.

And we need more people growing up with a love of the natural world, given how much our current activities are imperiling it.  "There are all kinds of benefits from building connections to nature and spending time outside," Stevenson said.  "One of the benefits we’re highlighting is that children who have a strong connection to nature are more likely to want to take care of the environment in the future."

It certainly did that for me.  I never got to live in the desert, as I wanted as a child, but instead made my home in one of the most beautiful places on Earth -- the lake country of upstate New York, where I have 3.5 acres of woods and fields, a nice pond (suitable for skinnydipping), and if that's not enough, I'm five miles from a National Forest with miles of trails for running, hiking, and cross-country skiing.

Which is, to me, a recipe for bliss.

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Root and branch

Linguists estimate that there are a little over seven thousand languages spoken in the world, sorted into around four hundred language families (including linguistic isolates, languages or language clusters that appear to be related to no other known languages).

As a historical linguist, one of the most common questions I've been asked is if, ultimately, all of those languages trace back to a common origin.  Or, perhaps, did disparate groups develop spoken language independently, so there is no single "pre-Tower-of-Babel" language (if I can swipe a metaphor from the Bible)?  The honest answer is "we don't know."  Determining the relationships between languages -- their common ancestry, as it were -- is tricky business, and relies on more than chance similarity between a few words.  My own area of research was borrow words in Old English and Old Gaelic (mostly from Old Norse), a phenomenon that significantly complicates matters.  English has an unfortunate habit of appropriating words from other languages -- a selective list of English vocabulary could easily lead the incautious to the incorrect conclusion that it originated from Latin, for example.  (In the preceding sentence, the words unfortunate, habit, appropriating, language, selective, vocabulary, incautious, incorrect, conclusion, originated, and example all come directly from Latin.  As do preceding, sentence, and directly.  So none of those are original to English -- they were adopted by scholars and clerics between the thirteenth and sixteenth centuries C.E.)

As you might expect, the longer two languages have been separate, the further they diverge, not only because they borrow words from (different) neighboring languages but because of random changes in pronunciation and syntax.  There's a good analogy here to biological evolution; the process is much like the effect that mutations have in evolution.  Closely-related species have very similar DNA; extremely distantly-related ones, like humans and apple trees, have very few common genes, and it's taken a great deal of detailed analysis to show that all life forms do have a single common ancestor.

That feat has not yet been accomplished with language evolution.  Finnish and Swahili may have a common ancestor, but if so, they've been separate for so long that all traces of that relationship have been erased over time.

Even with groups of languages with a more recent common ancestor, it can remarkably difficult to piece together what their relationship is.  For Indo-European languages, surely the most studied group of languages in the world, we're still trying to figure out their family tree, and aligning it with what is known from history and archaeology.  This was the subject of a study out of the University of Copenhagen that was published last week, and looked at trying to reconcile the language groups in southern and western Europe with what we now know from genetic studies of ancient bones and teeth.

[Nota bene: the Germanic and Slavic peoples were not part of this study; the current model suggests that 

Germanic groups are allied to the neolithic northern Corded Ware and Funnelbeaker Cultures, which appear to have originated in the steppes of what are now western Russia and Ukraine; the Slavs came in much later, probably from the region between the Danube River and the Black Sea.]

The study found a genetic correlation between speakers of the Italo-Celtic language cluster (Italian, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Catalan, Occitan, and Romanian; Irish, Scottish Gaelic, Manx, Cornish, Breton, and Welsh) and one between speakers of the Greco-Armenian cluster (Greek, Cypriot, Albanian, and Armenian).  The southern branch of the Corded Ware culture seems to have undergone two influxes from the east -- one from the Bell Beaker Culture, starting in around 2800 B.C.E. (so called because of the characteristically bell-shaped ceramic drinking vessels found at their settlement sites), which ended up migrating all the way to the Iberian Peninsula, and the other from the Yamnaya, which came from the Pontic steppe but never got past what is now Switzerland and eastern Italy (most of them didn't even get that far).

It's tempting to overconclude from this; just like my earlier example of Latin borrow words in English, the genetic correlation between the Italo-Celtic and Greco-Armenian regions doesn't mean that the differences we see in those two branches of the Indo-European language family come from the Bell Beaker people and the Yamnaya, respectively.  The lack of early written records for most of these languages means that we don't have a good "fossil record" of how and when they evolved.

But the current study provides some tantalizing clues about how migration of speakers of (presumably) two different dialects of Proto-Indo-European may have influenced the evolution of the western and eastern branches of today's Indo-European languages.

So it's one step toward finding the common roots of (most) European languages.  Even if we may never settle the question of how they're related for certain, it's cool that they're using the techniques of modern genetics to find out about where our distant ancestors came from -- and what languages they may have spoken.

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Face forward

Life with prosopagnosia is peculiar sometimes.

Better known as "face blindness," it's a partial or complete inability to recognize people's faces.  I'm not sure where I fall on the spectrum -- I'm certainly nowhere as bad as neuroscientist and author Oliver Sacks, who didn't recognize his own face in the mirror.  Me, I'm hampered by it, but have learned to compensate by being very sensitive to people's voices and how they move.  (I've noticed that I'm often more certain who someone is if I see them walking away than I am if they're standing right in front of me.)

Still, it results in some odd situations sometimes.  I volunteer once a week as a book sorter at our local Friends of the Library book sale, and there's this one guy named Rich who is absolutely a fixture -- he always seems to be there.  I've seen him and spoken with him at least a hundred times.  Well, a couple of weeks ago, I was working, and there was this guy who was behind the counter, messing with stuff.  I was about to ask who he was and what he was doing, when he said something, and I realized it was Rich -- who had shaved off his facial hair.

Until he opened his mouth, I honestly had no idea I'd ever seen him in my life.

Then, a couple of nights ago, my wife and I were watching the Doctor Who Christmas episode "Joy to the World," and afterward got to see a thirty-second teaser trailer for season two, which is being released next spring.  Well, in season one, there was this mysterious recurring character named Mrs. Flood (played by British actress Anita Dobson) whose role we have yet to figure out, and who has the Who fandom in quite the tizzy.  And in the trailer, there's a quick clip of an old woman in formal attire watching a theater performance through opera glasses, and until another fan said, "What did you think about the appearance of Mrs. Flood in the trailer?" I had no clue -- not the least suspicion -- that it was her.

So it's kind of inconvenient, sometimes.  When people post still shots from movies or television shows on social media, I usually not only don't know who the actors are, I have no idea what film it's from (unless there's an obvious clue from the setting).  And as I've related before, there are times when even my voice-recognition strategy hasn't worked, and I've had entire conversations with people and then left still not knowing who it was I'd been talking to.

The reason the topic comes up (again) is some research out of Toyohashi University of Technology that was the subject of a paper in the Journal of Vision last week.  The researchers were trying to figure out if humans have a better innate ability to filter out extraneous visual distractions when it comes to facial recognition than they do for recognizing other objects.  Using a technique called "continuous flash suppression" (CFS), they presented volunteers with fast-moving high-contrast images in one eye, and a target image in the other, then using an fMRI measured how long it took the brain's visual recognition centers to "break through" the distraction and recognize the target image.

If the target image was a face -- or "face-like" -- that breakthrough happened much faster than it did with any other sort of image.  And, interestingly, the breakthrough time was significantly slowed for faces that were upside-down.

We're wired, apparently, to recognize right-side-up human faces faster than just about anything else.

"Our study shows that even vague, face-like images can trigger subconscious processing in the brain, demonstrating how deeply rooted facial recognition is in our visual system," said Makoto Michael Martinsen, who co-authored the study.  "This ability likely evolved to help us prioritize faces, which are critical for social interaction, even when visual information is scarce...  [However] we didn’t consider factors like emotion or attractiveness, which can affect facial perception...  Despite this, our study highlights the brain’s incredible ability to extract important information from minimal cues, especially when it comes to faces.  It emphasizes the importance of facial features in both conscious and subconscious perception and raises interesting questions about how this mechanism evolved."

Naturally, I found myself wondering how face-blind people like myself would do in this task.  After all, it's not that we can't tell something is a face; it's that the visual information in a face doesn't trigger the same instantaneous recall it does in other people.  When I do recognize someone visually, it's more that I remember a list of their features -- he's the guy with square plastic frame glasses and curly gray hair, she's the woman with a round face and dark brown eyes who favors brightly-colored jewelry.  This, of course, only takes me so far.  When someone changes their appearance -- like Rich shaving off his beard and mustache -- it confounds me completely.

So I'm curious whether I'd be like the rest of the test subjects and have faster recognition times for faces than for non-face objects, or if perhaps my peculiar wiring means my brain weights all visual stimuli equally.  I'd be happy to volunteer to go to Japan to participate, if anyone wants to find out the answer badly enough to spot me for a plane ticket.

No?  Oh, well, perhaps that'll be the next phase of Martinsen et al.'s research.  I'm willing to wait.

Until then -- if I know you, and happen to run into you in the local café, keep in mind I may have no idea who you are.  It helps if you start the conversation with, "I'm _____" -- I'm not embarrassed by my odd neurological condition, and it's better than spending the day wondering who the person was who came up and gave me a hug and asked about my wife and kids and dogs and whatnot.

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