Skeptophilia (skep-to-fil-i-a) (n.) - the love of logical thought, skepticism, and thinking critically. Being an exploration of the applications of skeptical thinking to the world at large, with periodic excursions into linguistics, music, politics, cryptozoology, and why people keep seeing the face of Jesus on grilled cheese sandwiches.

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

All that glitters

If you own anything made of gold, take a look at it now.

I'm looking at my wedding ring, made of three narrow interlocked gold bands.  It's a little scratched up after twenty-two years, but still shines.


Have you ever wondered where gold comes from?  Not just "a gold mine," but before that.  If you know a little bit of physics, it's kind of weird that the periodic table doesn't end at atomic number 26.  The reason is a subtle but fascinating one, and has to do with the binding energy curve.


The vertical axis is a measure of how tightly the atom's nucleus is held together.  More specifically, it's the amount of energy (in millions of electron-volts) that it would take to completely disassemble the nucleus into its component protons and neutrons.  From hydrogen (atomic number = 1) up to iron (atomic number = 26), there is a relatively steady increase in binding energy.  So in that part of the graph, fusion is an energy-releasing process (moves upward on the graph) and fission is an energy-consuming process (moves downward on the graph).  This, in fact, is what powers the Sun; going from hydrogen to helium is a jump of seven million electron-volts per proton or neutron, and that energy release is what produces the light and heat that keeps us all alive.

After iron, though -- specifically after an isotope of iron, Fe-56, with 26 protons and 30 neutrons -- there's a slow downward slope in the graph.  So after iron, the situation is reversed; fusion consumes energy, and fission releases it.  This is why the fission of uranium-235 generates energy, which is how a nuclear power plant works.

It does generate a question, though.  If fusion in stars is energetically favorable, increasing stability and releasing energy, up to but not past iron -- how do the heavier elements form in the first place?  Going from iron to anywhere would require a consumption of energy, meaning those will not be spontaneous reactions.  They need a (powerful) energy driver.  And yet, some higher-atomic-number elements are quite common -- zinc, iodine, and lead come to mind.

Well, it turns out that there are two ways this can happen, and they both require a humongous energy source.  Like, one that makes the core of the Sun look like a wet firecracker.  Those are supernova explosions, and neutron star collisions.  In fact, a while back, two astrophysicists -- Szabolcs Marka of Columbia University and Imre Bartos of the University of Florida -- found evidence that the heavy elements on the Earth were produced in a collision between two neutron stars, on the order of a hundred million years before the Solar System formed.

This is an event of staggering magnitude.  "If you look up at the sky and you see a neutron-star merger a thousand light-years away," Marka said, "it would outshine the entire night sky."

What apparently happens is when two neutron stars -- the ridiculously dense remnants of massive stellar cores -- run into each other, it is such a high-energy event that even thermodynamically unfavorable (energy-consuming) reactions can pick up enough energy from the surroundings to occur.  Then some of the debris blasted away from the collision gets incorporated into forming stars and planets.  And here we are, still with tons of lightweight elements, but a surprisingly high amount of heavier ones, too.

But how do they know it wasn't a nearby supernova?  Those are far more common in the universe than neutron star collisions.  Well, the theoretical yield of heavy elements is known for each, and the composition of the Solar System is far more consistent with a neutron star collision than with a supernova.  And as for the timing, a chunk of the heavy isotopes produced are naturally unstable, so decaying into lighter nuclei is favored (which is why heavy elements are often radioactive; the products of decay are higher on the binding energy curve than the original element was).  Since this happens at a set rate -- most often calculated as a half-life -- radioactive isotopes act like a nuclear stopwatch, analogous to the way radioisotope decay is used to calculate the ages of artifacts, fossils, and rocks.  Backtracking that stopwatch to t = 0 gives an origin of about 4.7 billion years ago, or a hundred million years before the Solar System coalesced.

So next time you look at anything made of heavier elements -- gold or silver or platinum, or (more prosaically) the zinc plating on a galvanized steel pipe -- ponder for a moment that it was formed in a catastrophically huge collision between two neutron stars, an event that released more energy in a few seconds than the Sun will produce over its entire lifetime.  Sometimes the most ordinary things have a truly extraordinary origin -- something that never fails to fascinate me.

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Tuesday, February 11, 2025

The forbidden words

George Orwell, in his classic book 1984, writes characters who speak a dialect of English called "Newspeak."

The "Minitrue" (Ministry of Truth) controls the public perception of what is true, perceptions that are enforced by the "Thinkpol" (Thought Police).  The Thinkpol are responsible for stopping "thoughtcrime," including "facecrime" -- forbidden thoughts as revealed in your facial expression.  Toward that end, they "rectify" historical accounts (to conform to the government's agenda regarding what happened), eliminating anything that is "malquoted" or "misprinted."  You're trained to the point of accepting the government's views based on "bellyfeel" -- how they affect you emotionally, not whether they're true.

Intercourse between a man and a woman -- preferably without any pleasure -- is "goodsex."  Anything else is a "sexcrime."  The preference of the government is that babies are conceived by "artsem" -- artificial insemination.

Someone who breaks any of these rules -- or worse, contradicts what Big Brother wants you to do or say -- is not only killed, every trace of them is erased.  They become an "Unperson."

[Image is in the Public Domain]

Orwell was strikingly prescient.  If you doubt that we're heading down that road, consider the story that appeared in Gizmodo yesterday, that employees at the National Science Foundation and Center for Disease Control have been given a long list by the Trump administration of words they are not allowed to use in official correspondence or publications without review and authorization.

Here's a sampler -- for the complete list, check the link:
  • advocacy
  • bias
  • climate
  • cultural heritage
  • disability
  • discrimination
  • diversity
  • ethnicity
  • evidence-based
  • female (no, I'm not making this up)
  • gender
  • inequality
  • LGBTQ
  • political
  • racial
  • science-based
  • socioeconomic
  • transgender
  • women (no, I'm still not making this up)
When I first read this, my initial reaction was, "This can't possibly be true."  The NSF being forbidden from using the words "evidence-based?"  But after some digging about, all I can say is that it appears at the time of this writing to be true.

I'm not sure what to be appalled at most about this.  That we don't want a study identified as "biased," because then we might have to address whose political interests are being served by the bias.  That because of the Trump administration's ongoing war on minorities, we mustn't speak of diversity.  That LGBTQ individuals, whose rights to fair treatment are being threatened with each new executive order, are guilty of "sexcrime;" and we have to pretend transgender people don't even exist.

And "science-based" and "evidence-based?" What the fuck is the NSF supposed to base its policy on, then?  Magic?  The Bible?  Prophecy?

Or just what its "bellyfeel" is?

I've tried not to engage in hyperbole about what this administration is doing, but every new thing I read drives me further toward the conclusion that they have only two motives: consolidating power and seeking revenge against anyone who has stood in their way.  Toward that end, shutting down resistance, eliminating free speech and the free press, rewriting the truth to conform to whatever Trump's cadre says it should be.  Everything contradictory is "oldspeak" that should be "rectified."

The result should be "doubleplusgood," don't you think?  Or maybe we should just stick with "Great Again."

My hope is the fact of this having been made public will give NSF and CDC employees the courage to defy this order.  People have to fight back, tell the 2025 version of the Thinkpol "No way in hell."  We have to spread this story far and wide, because you know the first thing the Trump administration is going to do is claim that this is all "fake news."

"Malquoted" and "misprinted."  Just like the erasure of any reference to the riots and insurrection on January 6.  Just like Trump's insistence that the recent series of horrible airplane crashes had to do with "DEI" and not with the fact that two weeks before the first one, he'd dismissed the head of the FAA and laid off hundreds of air traffic controllers.  Just like the tragic wildfires in California having nothing to do with climate change, but with "failed water policy" by the state's Democratic governor -- and that Trump came in and saved the day by releasing billions of gallons of water from reservoirs that didn't even flow toward Los Angeles, the loss of which will jeopardize agricultural irrigation for months.

Doesn't matter what's actually true.  If it strokes Trump's bloated ego, and allows him to post smug, self-congratulatory, usually misspelled messages on social media, then it's de facto the New Truth.

Of course, forbidden words are not the only hurdle academia is facing in the United States; coupled with all of the funding cuts the NSF, CDC, and NIH are undergoing, it's looking like a war that might not be winnable, at least not in the short term.  If what the administration really wants is to destroy the United States as a leader in scientific and medical research worldwide, they're going about it the right way.  What Trump and Musk and their cronies have done in the last three weeks isn't "rooting out corruption and waste;" it's placing free inquiry into an ideological straitjacket that will set American academia back decades, if it doesn't ruin it completely.

And as far as Orwell goes -- looks like got the details right.  All he missed was the year it happened.

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Monday, February 10, 2025

Executive orders, task forces, and paranoia

In further evidence that we're living in the Upside Down, a man who once publicly said "I have no reason to ask God for forgiveness when I have never made any mistakes," and who says his favorite book of the Bible is "Two Corinthians," has once again somehow convinced evangelical Christians that he is the Lord's Anointed One, despite his most striking claim to fame being embodying all Seven Deadly Sins in one individual.

The latest stunt by Donald Trump is the creation of a "task force to eliminate anti-Christian bias" from the United States.  This plays right into the evangelicals' all-time favorite hobby, which is looking around for stuff to be outraged about.  To listen to their preachers and televangelists and whatnot, you'd swear being a Christian in the United States was to risk being dragged into the Superdome, Roman-Colosseum-style, and fed to the lions.  Unsurprisingly -- to people who have at least some glancing connection to reality -- the opposite is true.  Just shy of ninety percent of the members of Congress identify as Christian; amongst Republican members, the figure rises to 98%.  In some parts of the country you couldn't be elected as Village Roadkill Collector unless you're a Christian.

For Trump, of course, this move is not because he actually believes that Christians are being persecuted, or would particularly care if they were.  As far as I've seen, Trump's beliefs can be summed up as "I'm in support of whatever gets me praise, power, and money."  This is all about cozying up to evangelical power brokers like John Hagee and Mike Huckabee, and through them, to their rabid MAGA supporters.  As far as the "anti-Christian bias" they're trying to eliminate, it's mostly regarding issues like requiring the Bible be taught as factual in public school classrooms, the Ten Commandments being in every governmental office building, and eliminating evil stuff like admitting we queer people actually exist and deserve rights.

The thing is, the clownish attempts by Trump and people like Representative Nancy Mace of South Carolina (who recently accomplished the astonishing feat of edging out both Lauren Boebert and Marjorie Taylor Greene as the stupidest person in Congress) are only a smokescreen for a far darker and more insidious push toward turning the United States into a Christofascist theocracy.  Trump may not have the first clue about actual Christian theology, but you can bet that people like Pete Hegseth, Russell Vought, and J. D. Vance do.  Those three, and others like them, are deadly serious; given free rein, and they'd look very like the American version of the Taliban.

[Image is in the Public Domain]

Fortunately for those of us who like the idea of separation of church and state, Trump has one saving grace; he has the attention span of a disordered toddler.  As Representative Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez put it, "Yes, this administration is dangerous and cruel, but they are also shockingly dim and incompetent."  As further evidence of this, Trump has now (by executive order, of course) created a "White House Faith Office" with televangelist and certifiable lunatic Paula White-Cain in charge.  White-Cain, you might recall, has been something of a frequent flyer here at Skeptophilia, most recently because of a claim that she'd had a vision wherein "God came to me last night and showed me a vision of Trump riding alongside Jesus on a horse made of gold and jewels.  This means he will play a critical role in Armageddon as the United States stands alongside Israel in the battle against Islam," and that because of this the faithful should donate their entire January salary to her and she'll make sure to pass the cash along to Jesus just as soon as she gets around it it.

In choosing White-Cain, however, Trump hasn't pleased everyone.  Illustrating the general rule that for every evangelical there's an equal and opposite evangelical, some prominent Christian leaders have objected to White-Cain's prominence, one even going so far as to call her a "heretic and known false teacher who has no regard for the Gospel of Jesus Christ."  Scott Ross, a Texas-based "Christian leadership coach," said, "Paula White, head of Trump’s White House Faith Office, is no Christian leader.  She preaches the heresies of Word of Faith & Prosperity Gospel, both utterly opposed to authentic Christianity.  Worse, she has lived a life of scandal, with multiple husbands, twisting the Gospel for profit.  Arguably, this is the worst and most dangerous thing President Trump has done—putting a false teacher at the helm of faith outreach.  Lord, have mercy on our country and this administration."

Even so, it's doubtful this will be enough to change many people's minds.  All Trump and White-Cain will have to do is to start snarling about the evil anti-religious libs and us hellbound LGBTQ+ people running around clamoring for equal rights (if you can even imagine), and the MAGA types will pull right back together into a nice, orderly herd again.

It'll take more than this minor internal squabbling to rid the Religious Right of its paranoia.

In one way, of course, the Christians are right to be freaking out.  Church attendance has been dropping steadily for twenty-five years; in 2018, for the first time ever, the number of people who state that they attend church weekly dropped below the number who say they never attend.   Estimates are that Christian church attendance has been decreasing by around twelve percent yearly for the past fifteen years, and there's no sign of that changing -- regardless of any mandates via executive order.

Funny how when religious leaders embrace hate, intolerance, and bigotry, use their religion to impose their will on others, and champion a president who is a narcissistic, vengeful, spiteful serial adulterer and compulsive liar, a lot of people decide it's time to find better things to do with their Sunday mornings.

I'll add here something I've said many times; it's not that I have anything against Christianity per se.  I have a lot of Christian friends of various denominations, and by and large, we get along fine.  My staunchly-held opinion is that we all come to an understanding of the universe and our place within it, and the big questions like the existence of God (or gods), the role of spirituality, and the meaning of life, in our own way and time.

But if you start using your religion as a weapon, either to force your own particular subset of beliefs on others or to deny rights to people you don't happen to like, I (and many of my friends, of both the believing and nonbelieving varieties) are gonna object.  Strenuously.

And if that makes you feel "persecuted" -- well, that sounds like a "you problem" to me.

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Saturday, February 8, 2025

The bellringer

Between December 16, 1811 and February 7, 1812, a series of four earthquakes -- each estimated to be above magnitude 7, with the first and last perhaps at magnitude 8 -- hit what you might think is one of the most unlikely places on Earth; southeastern Missouri.

The centers of continents are ordinarily thought to be tectonically stable, as they are generally far from any of the three typical sorts of faults -- divergences, or rifts, where plates are moving apart (e.g. the East African Rift Zone); convergences, or thrust faults, where plates are moving together (e.g. the Cascadia Subduction Zone); and strike-slip faults, where plates are moving in opposite directions parallel to the fault (e.g. the San Andreas Fault).  The Midwest is located in the middle of the North American Craton, an enormous block of what should, according to the conventional wisdom, be old, stable, geologically inactive rock. 

But the 1811-1812 earthquake series happened anyhow.  If they'd occurred today, it would likely have flattened the nearby city of Memphis, Tennessee.

So much for conventional wisdom.

The fault responsible was named the New Madrid Seismic Zone for the county right in the center of it, and its capacity for huge temblors is staggering.  The biggest (and final) earthquake of the four was powerful enough that it was felt thousands of kilometers away, and rang church bells in Charleston, South Carolina.  The shift in terrain changed the course of the Mississippi River, cutting off a meander and creating horseshoe-shaped Reelfoot Lake.

So what created a seismic zone where one shouldn't be?

[Image is in the Public Domain courtesy of the USGS]

The topic comes up because I just finished reading seismologist Susan Elizabeth Hough's excellent book Earthshaking Science: What We Know (and Don't Know) About Earthquakes, which is one of the best laypersons' introductions to plate tectonics and seismicity I've come across.  She devotes a good bit of space to the New Madrid earthquakes, and -- ultimately -- admits that the answer to this particular question is, "We're still not sure."  The problem is, the fault is deeply buried under layers of sediments; current estimates are that the hypocenter (the point directly underneath the epicenter where the fault rupture occurred) is between fifteen and thirty kilometers beneath the surface.  And since the quakes in question happened before seismometers were invented, we're going off inferences from written records, and such traces that were left on the surface (such as "sand blows," where compression forces subsurface sand upward through cracks in the stratum, and it explodes through the surface).

As far as the cause, Hough has a plausible explanation; the New Madrid Seismic Zone is an example of a failed rift, where a mantle plume (or hotspot) tried to crack the continent in half, but didn't succeed.  This stretched the plate and created a weak point -- called the Reelfoot Rift -- where any subsequent stresses were likely to trigger a rupture.  Since that time, the North American Plate has been continuously pushed by convection at the Mid Atlantic Rift, which is compressing the entire plate from east to west; those stresses cause buckling at vulnerable points, and may well have been the origin of the New Madrid earthquakes.

One puzzle, though, is what happened to the hotspot since then.  This is still a matter of speculation.  Some geologists think that friction with the rigid and (relatively) cold underside of the plate damped down the mantle plume and ultimately shut down convection.  Others think that as the North American Plate moved, it simply slid off the hotspot, making the plume appear to move eastward (when in actuality, the plate itself was moving westward).  This may be why another anomalous mid-plate earthquake zone is in coastal South Carolina, and it might also be the cause of the Bermuda Rise.

That point is still being debated.

Another open question is the current risk of the fault failing again.  There's paleoseismic data suggesting major earthquake sequences from the Reelfoot Rift/New Madrid Seismic Zone in around 900 and 1400 C.E., suggesting a timing between events of about four to five hundred years.  But these are estimates themselves, and I probably don't need to tell you that earthquake prediction is still far from precise.  Faults don't fail on a schedule -- which is why it annoys me every time I see someone say that an area is "overdue for an earthquake," as if they were on some kind of calendar.

Still, I can say with at least moderate confidence that it's unlikely to generate another big earthquake soon, which is kind of a relief.

So that's our geological curiosity of the day.  I have a curious family connection to the area; my wandering ancestor Sarah (Handsberry) Overby-Biles-Rulong (she married three times, had nine children, and outlived all three husbands) lived in the town of New Madrid in 1800, after traveling there from her home near Philadelphia as a single woman in the last decade of the eighteenth century.  I've never been able to discover what impelled her to leave her home and, with a group of relative strangers, cross what was then trackless wilderness to a remote outpost, and I've often wondered if she might have been either running away from something, or perhaps might have been a prostitute.  I'm not trying to malign her memory; it bears mention that a good eighty percent of my forebears were rogues, ne'er-do-wells, miscreants, and petty criminals, so it would hardly be a surprise to add prostitution to the mix.  And whatever else you can say about my family members, they were interesting.  I've often wished I could magically get a hold of Sarah's diary.

In any case, Sarah was in Lafayette, Louisiana by 1801, so she missed the New Madrid earthquakes by ten years.  But kind of interesting that she lived for a time in the little village that was about to be the epicenter of one of the biggest earthquakes ever to hit the continental United States, one that rang bells thousands of kilometers away, and which created a geological mystery the scientists are still trying to work out.

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Friday, February 7, 2025

To dye for

The history of dyes is actually way more interesting than it sounds.

People have been coloring cloth (and pottery, and cave walls, and their own bodies) for a very long time, but all colors don't turn out to be equally accessible to the palette.  Red, for example, is fairly easy, especially if you don't care if it's not screaming scarlet and has a slight brownish tint (what we'd call "brick red"), because that's the color of iron oxide, better known as rust.  Iron oxide is plentiful, and I know from messing around with pottery glazes that it's got two properties: (1) mixed with other minerals and/or heated in the absence of oxygen, it can give you a variety of other colors, from black to dark blue to green; and (2) it sticks to everything.  I have brushes I use in the glazing process that I used once or twice to apply an iron-based glaze, and now they're permanently stained red.

Other colors, however, aren't so easy.  Some of the more notoriously difficult ones are true blues and purples; our appending the word "royal" to royal blue and royal purple is an indicator of the fact that back then, only the really rich could afford blue or purple-dyed cloth.  Blue can be achieved using small amounts of cobalt, or finely powdered lapis lazuli, but neither is common and although they have other uses (cobalt in pottery pigments, lapis in paints) neither works well for dyeing cloth.  Lapis, in fact, was used to produce the finest rich blue pigment for oil paints, which got named ultramarine because the mineral was imported from what is now Afghanistan -- a place that was ultramarinus ("beyond the sea") to the people in Italy and France who were using it.

But dyeing cloth was another matter.  One solution was, bizarrely enough, a secretion of a sea snail of the genus Murex.  These snails' hypobranchial glands produce a gunk that when purified produces a rich purple dye that is "color fast" on cloth.

How anyone thought of doing this is an open question.  Maybe they just smeared slime from various animals on cloth until they found one that worked, I dunno.

Be that as it may, the color of the dye was called φοῖνιξ (phoinix) by the ancient Greeks, and the sea traders who cornered the market on producing and selling the dye were called the Φοίνικες (Phoinikhes).  We anglicized the word to Phoenicians -- so Phoenician means, literally, "people of the purple."

The reason all of this colorful stuff comes up is a paper in Science Advances that describes how a group of chemists in Portugal successfully determined the origin of a purple to blue (depending on how it's prepared) watercolor pigment called folium that was used in medieval watercolors.  It is a gorgeous color, but all previous attempts either to replicate it or to determine its source had been unsuccessful.  The difficulty with trying to figure out things like this is that there was no standardized naming system for plants (or anything else) back then, so the name in one place could (and probably did) vary from the name in another place.  Reading manuscripts about natural dyes from that time period, about all we can figure out is "it's made by boiling this plant we found" or "it's made from special snail slime," which doesn't really tell us much in the way of details.

Samples of medieval folium on cloth [Image courtesy of Paula Nabais/NOVA University]

In the case of folium, it was known that it came from a weedy plant of some sort, but there was no certainty about which plant it was or where it grew.  But now some Portuguese chemists have identified the source of folium as the seedpods of a roadside weed in the genus Chrozophora, a little unassuming plant in the Euphorbia family that likes dry, sunny, rocky hillsides, and when you grind up the seedpods, creates a knock-your-socks-off purple dye.  The dye was then applied to cloth, and you took small bits of the cloth and soaked them in water when you were ready to use them to make a natural watercolor paint.

The scientists were able to determine the chemical structure of the dye itself, which is pretty astonishing.  But even finding the plant was a remarkable accomplishment.  "We found it, guided by biologist Adelaide Clemente, in a very beautiful territory in Portugal [called] Granja, near a very beautiful small town Monsaraz -- a magical place, still preserved in time," said study co-author Maria João Melo, in an interview with CNN.  "Nobody in the small village of Granja knew [anything] about this little plant.  It may look like a weed, yet it is so elegant with its silvery stellate hairs that combine so well with the greyish green, and what a story there is behind it."

I'm always impressed with how intrepid our forebears were at using the resources around them to their fullest, but as with the snail slime, I'm mystified as to where that knowledge came from.  Some of it was probably by happy accident -- I think fermented milk products like yogurt and cheese probably were discovered because of milk that spoiled in just the right way, for example.  But bread has always mystified me.  Who first thought, "Let's take these seeds, and grind 'em up, and add this fungus powder to it with water until it gets all bubbly and smells funny, then stick it in the fire!  That'll be delicious with jam spread on it!"

And here -- grinding up the seedpods of a random weed ended up producing one of the rarest and prettiest dyes ever discovered.  Undoubtedly the brainstorm of some medieval artist or botanist (or both) who happened to get lucky.  Makes you wonder what other plants are out there that could have odd artistic, medicinal, or culinary uses -- especially in places of enormous biodiversity like the Amazonian rainforest, where there are probably as many plant species that have not been identified as there are ones that have been.

So if you needed another good reason to preserve biodiversity, there it is.

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Thursday, February 6, 2025

Wretched hives of scum and villainy

Being a fiction writer, I think about villains a lot.

Of course, the proper word is "antagonist," but "villain" is a lot more evocative, bringing to mind such characters as the the dastardly Snidely Whiplash from the brilliant Adventures of Dudley Doright of the Canadian Mounties.

Left to right: Snidely Whiplash, Dudley Doright, Fair Nell Fenwick, and Dudley's horse, who is named... Horse.  They just don't write comedy like that any more.

One of the things that I've always tried to do with the villains in my own novels is to make them three-dimensional.  I don't like stories where the villains are just evil because they're evil (unless it's for comedic effect, like Mr. Whiplash).  My college creative writing teacher, Dr. Bernice Webb (one of the formative influences on my writing) told us, "Every villain is the hero of his own story," and that has stuck with me.  Even with the most awful antagonists I've written -- Lydia Moreton in In the Midst of Lions comes to mind -- I hope my readers come away with at least understanding why they acted as they did.

Of course, understanding their motivation, whether it be money, sex, power, revenge, or whatever,  doesn't mean you need to sympathize with it.  I wrote a while back about the character of Carol Last from Alice Oseman's amazing novel Radio Silence, who I find to be one of the most deeply repulsive characters I've ever come across, because what motivates her is pure sadism (all the while wearing a smug smile).

Oseman's story works because we've all known people like her, who use their power to hurt people simply because they can, who take pleasure in making their subordinates' lives miserable.  What's worse is because of that twist in their personality, a frightening number of them become parents, bosses, teachers, and -- as we're currently finding out here in the United States -- political leaders. 

The reason this whole villainous topic comes up is because of a paper published in the journal Psychological Science called "Can Bad Be Good?  The Attraction of a Darker Self," by Rebecca Krause and Derek Rucker, both of Northwestern University.  In a fascinating study of the responses of over 235,000 test subjects to fictional characters, Krause and Rucker found that people are sometimes attracted to villains -- and the attraction is stronger if the villain embodies positive characteristics they themselves share.

For example, Emperor Palpatine is ruthless and cruel, but he also is intelligent and ambitious -- character traits that in a better person might be considered virtuous.  The Joker is an essentially amoral character who has no problem killing people, but his daring, his spontaneity, his quirkiness, and his sense of humor are all attractive characteristics.  Professor Moriarty is an out-and-out lunatic -- especially as played by Andrew Scott in the series Sherlock -- but he's brilliant, clever, inventive, and fearless.

And what Krause and Rucker found was that spontaneous and quirky people (as measured by personality assessments) tended to like characters like The Joker, but not characters like the humorless Palpatine.  Despite his being essentially evil, Moriarty appealed to people who like puzzles and intellectual games -- but those same people weren't so taken with the more ham-handed approach of a character like Darth Vader.

"Given the common finding that people are uncomfortable with and tend to avoid people who are similar to them and bad in some way, the fact that people actually prefer similar villains over dissimilar villains was surprising to us," said study co-author Rucker, in an interview in the Bulletin for the Association of Psychological Science.  "Honestly, going into the research, we both were aware of the possibility that we might find the opposite."

What seems to be going on here is that we can admire or appreciate a villain who is similar to us in positive ways -- but since the character is fictional, it doesn't damage our own self-image as it would if the villain was a real person harming other real people, or (worse) if we shared the villain's negative traits as well.

"Our research suggests that stories and fictional worlds can offer a ‘safe haven’ for comparison to a villainous character that reminds us of ourselves," said study lead author Rebecca Krause.  "When people feel protected by the veil of fiction, they may show greater interest in learning about dark and sinister characters who resemble them."

Which makes me wonder about myself, because my all-time favorite villain is Missy from Doctor Who.


Okay, she does some really awful things, is erratic and unpredictable and has very little concern about human life -- but she's brilliant, and has a wild sense of humor, deep curiosity about all the craziness that she's immersed in, and poignant grief over the loss of her home on Gallifrey.  Played by the stupendous Michelle Gomez, Missy is a complex and compelling character I just love to hate.

What that says about me, I'll leave as an exercise for the reader.

On the other hand, I still fucking loathe Carol Last.  I would have loved to see her tied to the railroad tracks, Dudley Doright-style, at the end of the book.

But I guess you can't have everything.

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Wednesday, February 5, 2025

Revising Drake

Most of you probably know about the Drake Equation, a way to estimate the number of intelligent civilizations in the universe.  The Equation is one of those curiosities that is looked upon as valid science by some and as pointless speculation by others.  Here's what it looks like:


Math-phobes, fear not; it's not as hard as it looks.  The idea, which was dreamed up by cosmologist Frank Drake back in 1961, is that you can estimate the number of civilizations in the universe with whom communication might be possible (Nb) by multiplying the probabilities of seven other independent variables, to wit:
R* = the average rate of star formation in our galaxy
fp = the fraction of those stars that have planets
ne = the fraction of those stars with planets whose planets are in the habitable zone
fl = the fraction of planets in the habitable zone that develop life
fi = the fraction of those planets which eventually develop intelligent life
fc = the fraction of those planets with intelligent life whose inhabitants develop the capability of communicating over interstellar distances
L = the average lifetime of those civilizations
Some of those (such as R*) are considered to be understood well enough that we can make a fairly sure estimate of their magnitudes.  Others -- such as fp and ne -- were complete guesses in Drake's time.  How many stars have planets?  Seemed like it could have been nearly all of them, or it perhaps the Solar System was some incredibly fortunate fluke, and we're one of the only planetary systems in existence.

The encouraging thing, at least for people like me who would love nothing better than to find we lived in a Star Trek universe where there's intelligent life wherever you look, just about all of these parameters have been revised upward since Drake first put his equation together.  Exoplanets, including ones in the so-called "Goldilocks zone," have turned out to be pretty much everywhere; not having planets turns out to be a much rarer situation.  There are over a hundred billion stars in the Milky Way alone; the number of planets in our galaxy is almost certainly in the trillions.  

As far as developing life... well, that one is still open to question, given that thus far we have a sample size of one to draw inferences from.  But that parameter -- fl -- just got a significant boost from a study done collaboratively by Hokkaido University and NASA of samples brought back from the asteroid Bennu by NASA's OSIRIS-REx mission, which found significant traces of all five nitrogenous bases that make up the genetic material in every living thing known (adenine, cytosine, guanine, thymine, and uracil).

Not only that, but they found the organic compounds xanthine and hypoxanthine (precursors of many bioactive compounds, including caffeine and theobromine), and nicotinic acid (vitamin B3).

This is an absolutely astonishing result.

"In previous research, uracil and nicotinic acid were detected in the samples from asteroid Ryugu, but the other four nucleobases were absent," said Toshiki Koga, who co-authored the paper, which appeared last week in Nature Astronomy.  "The difference in abundance and complexity of N-heterocycles between Bennu and Ryugu could reflect the differences in the environment to which these asteroids have been exposed in space."

What it brings to mind for me, though, is that if these five critical compounds can form on an airless, icy rubble pile (which is what Bennu honestly is), they've got to be pretty much everywhere in the universe that isn't so hot they fall apart.  And in case I haven't made the case strenuously enough, they are the basis of the genetic information shared by all life on Earth.

I think N -- the all-important Drake Equation estimate of the number of technological civilizations in the universe -- just got revised upward again.

Of course, even with my excited leaping about, I have to admit there's still a great deal we don't know, especially about the parameters that are lower on the list.  How many planets that do develop life end up with intelligent, technological life?  A while back I did a post about the rather terrifying idea of the Great Filter, which looks at the roadblocks that might prevent technological civilizations from forming or persisting.  Because the fact remains that when we look out there, we don't see signals from other civilizations -- something called the "Fermi Paradox" after the great physicist Enrico Fermi, who after listening to all the arguments for extraterrestrial life, famously quipped, "Then where is everybody?"

And we still have no idea about the scary parameter L -- how long, on average, technological civilizations last.  Given recent horrific developments in U.S. politics, I rather think I'm revising my own estimate of this one in the downward direction.  Maybe a benevolent alien will come and fix the mess we're in.  I know who I'm hoping for:


But even so, the Bennu study is exciting, and gives me hope that we might still one day find extraterrestrial life.  Perhaps even from the recently-launched Europa Clipper mission, which in April 2030 will do flybys of Jupiter's moon Europa -- widely considered to be our best shot of a place hosting extraterrestrial life in our own Solar System -- in the hopes of picking up biosignatures.

So we continue to wait, and wonder, and learn.  And -- as astronomer Neil deGrasse Tyson always says, at the end of his talks -- "Keep looking up!"

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