sex in space

The FWB has circumvented a pet ban by buying an aquarium, and is now researching which fish she should stock it with.

Google led her to the Japanese ricefish, or Medaka, the only species of vertebrate attested to have had sex in space.

It wasn’t easy for the Medaka. It took them hours. Many candidates reacted to the strains of zero gravity by looping the loop compulsively. But in the end, four heroic ricefish were sent up on Columbia in 1994, and several hundred of them came down.

I find it shocking that these creatures beat my beloved worm into space. But they have one more thing in common with c.elegans: there are lab stocks marked in interesting ways with GFP. All we have to do now is to get hold of some.

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Dr Williams’ blessing

Watching the collapse of the Anglican Communion, and, with it, of liberal, civilised Christianity, has been dispiriting for the last twenty years. This is partly because both sides are animated by a fierce destructive zeal. But an added twist is the destruction of Rowan Williams. I have to say that I blame him almost entirely for the Jeffrey John fiasco. It was Lambeth Palace who put JJ’s name forward; Williams personally who twice assured Rishard Harries that he was right behind him, and Williams personally who dropped Harries in the shit when times got hard — only later noticing that his own authority is now coated with the same substance.

There really is no excuse for this. He was at the Lambeth Conference in 1988. He knows what the Africans and the southern Americans are like, and he said so, plainly, afterwards. Since then, however, he has surrendered to them all along the line. You can’t say “sold out”, since he has had nothing in return.

However, there may be a partial explanation in the arrogance of the Northern, liberal faction in the American church, which regards the Anglican Communion with proprietorial contempt. This really, really, upsets people at Lambeth Palace, and, until recently, they could do nothing about it. Now, of course, they can destroy the liberals by giving their enemies an opening to sue them for everything they own on the grounds that the liberals will be no longer official Anglicans, recognised by the Archbishop of Canterbury. And it looks as if this is what will happen. What makes me so sure? A tiny story found through Simon Sarmiento: that it was Rowan Williams himself who suggested to the American bigots conservatives that they call themselves “The Confessing Anglican Network”, because this name echoed the “confessing” churches which kept the true faith in Nazi Germany.

And so the subtlest theological mind in Britain has reached the point where clergymen who denounce the ordination of practising homosexuals are morally comparable to the Christians who faced jail and execution for resisting the extermination of the Jews. The implied comparison of their opponents actually does bear some thought, which, once, Dr Williams might have given it.

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God damn!

Who knew Mark Steyn could be so funny? Here we were thinking he was just a clever, shameless jeering blowhard, and all along he could make us laugh out loud.

Do you remember that moment of Fallujah-like depravity in Ulster a few years ago? Two soldiers were yanked from a cab in the wrong part of town and torn apart by a Republican mob. A terrible, shaming episode in the wretched annals of Northern Irish nationalists. But in the rest of the United Kingdom – in Bristol, in Coventry, Newcastle, Aberdeen – life went on, very pleasantly.

That’s the way it is in Iraq. In two-thirds of the country, municipal government has been rebuilt, business is good, restaurants are open, life is as jolly as it has been in living memory. This summer the Shia province of Dhi Qar, south-east of Baghdad, held the first free elections in its history, electing secular independents and non-religious parties to its town councils.

Could Swift himself improve on this?

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Lego printer

This, from NTK, is one of the most awe-inspiring pieces of nerdery ever.

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Foiled again

My next Guardian profile was to be Sybille Bedford. She’s 93, and has just finished what she says will be her last big book. I secured an introduction from Jane Howard, rang her up, and arranged to meet. I explained that I would send her some profiles so she knew what kind of stuff I do. So I sent her Jane Howard, Redmond O’Hanlon and Robert Conquest.

She rang back this afternoon.

“I need not tell you these are very good. But I understand that I can’t do it. They are biographies, and writers should not have biographies written. I have asked that all my papers be burnt when I am dead. There is a sort of story in the books, and that is all.” She then quoted Auden most elegantly explaining her point. Whether she was quoting from memory or reading from the open book beside the phone, I was impressed by the trouble she had taken. “We must part friends”, she said. With old ladies who quote Auden, there is no arguing.

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The Turner bequest

Tate Britain is sitting on about

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God and evolution

This is an extended response to Louise’s question here

Is what you are looking at why religions are ‘adaptive’ despite being counter-factual in so many ways?

Well, differing religions are counter-factual in different ways. Classic Calvinism is beautiful, because it turns the horror of the world into something dramatically and aesthetically pleasing. It seems to me intellectually entirely consistent, emotionally true in lots of ways, and unbelievable only on the balance of probabilities, which is no disproof at all.

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Is that all?

Robert X Cringely prepares to flee a hurricane:

Given that my personal space in the Town & Country minivan is just enough for a briefcase, here’s what I’m putting in mine. I’m taking my notebook computer so I can work on the road. I’m taking an IEEE 1394 FireWire external hard drive containing every operating system, language, compiler and application I care about, plus all associated data. The FireWire drive holds 250 gigabytes and I only have it about half full, which seems pitiful for having spent half of a lifetime doing this stuff. Finally, I have on my wrist a watch with a built-in 256 megabyte USB flash drive holding all my e-mail since 1993, everything I have written since the late 1980s, and a bootable Linux partition. So worst case, I can buy a new PC wherever we land, plug-in the watch and be up and running again in minutes with most of the stuff I need.

Say one thing for the years since 1945: they have made it easier for a writer to be a refugee, assuming that there is the right technology at the other end. I am haunted by the suicide of Stefan Zweig and his wife, who killed themselves in Brazil in 1942. There are two interpretations of his death. One — favoured by the writer I have linked to — says that he was was despondent over the rise of Nazism; the second, that he could not bear, as a writer, to be cut off from his native tongue. So a modern Zweig flees with all his works to somewhere sufficiently remote and primitive to be safe — and kills himself because he can’t get a driver for his firewire disk.

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Improbable trivia

I invite you to guess — it’s impossible that even Louise should know — which 19th century authority is quoted 157 times in the OED. Among the words partially defined by her usage are “Celtic”, “darling”, “deodar”, “pelt”, “photo”, and “Sodom”.

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Sturgeon’s law confirmed

On the Internet, of course, it reads that 99.99% of everything is crap. I’ve just found, via Pharyngula, part of the 0.01% — the invasive species weblog.

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