Apalachicola: Day 1b (fishing)

April 16, 2018 • 9:00 am

On Sunday we went fishing for several hours out near the long, skinny barrier islands around Apalachicola. There were four of us, all in a skiff skippered by my old friend and colleague, Doug Schemske (a retired evolutionary biologist who worked on plants). We were told to call him “Cap’n Doug” and to unquestioningly and immediately obey every order he gave us.

Here he is in front of the skiff:

Putting it in the water: a tricky but amazing operation. Properly aligned, the just jumps out of the trailer into the water when the towing car abruptly brakes.  Putting the boat back on its trailer is a much tricker and more complicated operation.

On the water. Cap’n Doug fishing with Carolyn Johnston, his partner and a surgeon who works in Michigan (they are retiring down here early next year). I didn’t fish as I didn’t have a license and I’m not keen on fishing anyway, though I like to watch.

We caught two kinds of fish. This is a spotted seatrout (or “speckled trout” or “drum”), Cynoscion nebulosus. It’s a beautiful fish, and a predator with a huge mouth and sharp teeth. Here’s a drawing of one:

Every fish we caught was immediately released (I had to photograph it quickly); Cap’n Doug was quite experienced with hook removal and fish were usually out of the water for only a few seconds.

Removing the hook and lure. Look at the size of that mouth!

A closeup of its eyes and teeth. It’s clearly a predator. Be sure you see the sharp canine teeth in its upper jaw.

The other species we caught, finding them very close inshore (the water we fished in was shallow: between 1.5 and 4 feet. This is the red drum, (Sciaenops ocellatus). This was the fish nearly driven to extinction after chef Paul Prudhomme popularized the dish “blackened redfish”. They vary in their number of body spots. There is some speculation that the spots are false eyespots, so that a predator like a shark or diving bird would go for the wrong part of the body.

John Willis (a professor of evolutionary plant biology at Duke and avid fisherman), holding one of the several red drums he caught. This is a “three spotter.”

And Caroline with her “three spot”:

The formidable Cap’n Doug, aka the Kim Jong-un of the Sea:

Cap’n Doug poling the boat, the way you move it slowly when trolling in very shallow water. I was supposed to pole but wasn’t keen on it as you have to balance on a high platform at the rear of the boat (you can see it in the photograph of the skiff at the top). You also have to know what you’re doing, which I didn’t. I served as the expedition photographer instead.

Always concerned for his charges, Cap’n Doug was amidships when a heavy wave hit the boat, knocking the skipper into the drink! Fortunately the water was only about two feet deep, and our Dear Leader recovered quickly, hoisting himself back into the boat from the briny. He was, however, dripping wet.

The day was enormously fun for all of us. The fisherpeople caught quite a few fish, and released all of them, while I got to watch the process, and also saw my first wild dolphins, which were herding mullet to eat. I also saw a school of red drum herding finger mullets; pelicans, osprey, terns, and cormorants diving for fish; and a big manta ray swimming underneath the boat.  One thing I learned is that life for a fish is dangerous: danger comes not only from birds above but also from other predatory fish. No wonder they are wary and hard to catch!

Monday: Hili dialogue (and Leon monologue)

April 16, 2018 • 6:30 am

by Grania

Good morning, and welcome to a new week.

On April 16, 2012, the Pulitzer Prize winners were announced, and it was the first time since 1977 that no book won the Fiction Prize. It’s a subtle way of telling everyone who produced a book that year that they sucked. The New Yorker published a piece by one of the jurors which entirely fails to shed any light on what really happened in spite of being subtitled “What really happened this year“.

The earliest recorded history for today appears to be the Battle of Megiddo, although there is apparently some disagreement whether “the 21st day of the first month of the third season, of Year 23 of the reign of Thutmose III” translates to 1457 BC, 1482 BC or 1479 BC. Whichever it was, Thutmose III of Egypt fought the King of Kadesh leading a coalition of Canaanite states which culminated in an Egyptian victory at the city-fortress Megiddo after a seven-month siege.

Over in Poland, our friend Hili is having a religious moment.

A: Hili, you caught a mouse again.
Hili: I knew that god would provide.

In Polish:

Ja: Hili, znów złapałaś mysz?
Hili: Wiedziałam, że bóg mnie zaopatrzy.

From the other Polish felid of note:

Leon: Did you see that? Hare!

In Polish: Widziałaś? Zając!

On Twitter today:

I remember heading out into the countryside at night to see Halley’s Comet in 1986. What I saw was not as spectacular as this, but of course no photograph or sighting that year was as good as the 1910 visit. I’m unlikely to be around for 2061 so I guess that was as good as it was going to get.

Keeping on the astronomical theme, here’s a piece of the moon and Mars at the same palm.

Finally, an historical newspaper front page, for yesterday was the anniversary of the death of Abraham Lincoln.

Apalachicola: Day 1a

April 15, 2018 • 3:41 pm

Apalachicola is a small town (population 2,231 in 2010) on the Florida panhandle on the eponymous bay, part of the Gulf of Mexico. It’s famous for fishing, oysters, and tupelo honey. Here’s where it is:

It’s a beautiful town with many old houses. I haven’t yet photographed a lot of them, but here’s one, and you can see more photos here.

A local park near the water:

As I noted yesterday, Apalachicola oysters are justifiably famous.

Every restaurant in town, it seems, sells some version of oysters: raw oysters, fried oysters, sauteed oysters, oyster stew, and oyster po-boys (sandwiches). There are several processing plants. Here’s an oyster-washing machine in one of them:

Detritus from the oyster plant. I’m told the shells are crushed and used to line driveways:

A beautiful brown pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis), one of my favorite birds. It was fearless, holding court on a pier right downtown:

The same bird, recumbent. It’s quite streamlined.

Ready for its close up:

Laughing gulls (Leucophaeus atricilla) on the same pier:

The seafood here is the best: absolutely fresh and caught either the same day or the previous evening. I bought some jumbo shrimp and flounders that were cooked for dinner last night.

The ultimate and classic oxymoron:

Our dinner: sauteed flounder on a bed of vegetables and jumbo shrimp in a spicy seafood broth. Thanks to John and Carolyn for doing the cooking (I cleaned and chopped the green beans):

This shrimp boat (note the big nets used to catch schools) was moored right outside the seafood store, a guarantee of freshness:

Breakfast at a famous local spot, Caroline’s Dining on the River. I had fried eggs (they brought me scrambled, but when I pointed it out they added two free fried eggs), grits (must be eaten with fried eggs, not scrambled), a Southern biscuit, and two absolutely splendid “oyster cakes,” like crabcakes but made with oysters. A local breakfast, delicious and filling.

After breakfast, we all went fishing for six hours or so, and had a wonderful trip. That will be Day 1b of my visit, to be documented tomorrow (I hope).

Addendum: For those foreigners who were astounded that America does harbor a chain of supermarkets called “Piggly Wiggly“, here’s proof. And inside was an iconic item of American Southern food (though the original Moon Pie was chocolate-covered cookies sandwiching a marshmallow filling). If you know a bit about the American South, you’ll know that a Moon Pie washed down with an RC Cola was considered the classic lunch for the working poor.

A reasoning puzzle

April 15, 2018 • 3:08 pm

by Greg Mayer

In today’s New York Times, there is an opinion piece by Manil Suri, a mathematician at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, entitled “Does math make you smarter?”

Don’t go and read the piece– that’s why I’ve left out the link! I ask that readers answer the following puzzle he poses in it first.

Four cards are laid in front of you, each of which, it is explained, has a letter on one side and a number on the other. The sides that you see read E, 2, 5 and F. Your task is to turn over only those cards that could decisively prove the truth or falsity of the following rule: “If there is an E on one side, the number on the other side must be a 5.” Which ones do you turn over?

Don’t look at the comments here first, either. Try to answer the question, and then, once you’ve formulated the answer, post it here in the comments. If readers give multiple answers, feel free to debate them, but figure out and post your answer first.

I’ll post tomorrow (Monday) the answer and a discussion, along with the link.

Kristel Clayville, who refuses to donate her organs out of Social Justice, responds to criticism

April 15, 2018 • 10:00 am

Kristel Clayville is a visiting assistant professor of religion at Eureka College, a fellow at the MacLean Center for Clinical Medical Ethics at the University of Chicago, as well as as an ordained minister in the Disciples of Christ branch of the Christian Church.  Yet with all of those credentials (most especially her status as an Christian pastor), she surprised me—and a lot of other people—with her article in Religion Dispatches, “Why I’m not an organ donor.

Her argument, mean-spirited for anyone, much less for a medical ethicist and a minister, was that she wasn’t going to donate any of her organs because she didn’t like the criteria used to rank people on organ-donation lists. Her claim was that, it helps to be rich and white to get an organ; so that those having “minority status” and lacking  “financial means” aren’t treated equitably, and social justice isn’t satisfied. Therefore she is taking her liver and going home. That is, she refuses to donate her organs because the system is broken.

In fact, I doubt the system is nearly as broken as she asserts. While it may be the case that rich people may be able to get on different state lists more easily, increasing their chances of getting an organ, or having a “home caregiver” (that criterion is not meant to help the wealthy, but to make recovery more likely), plenty of poor people get organs. (A surgeon from Michigan just told me that Clayville is dead wrong in her overall claim.) I see this on the news all the time, especially because I live on the south side of Chicago which is largely poor and black. (But Clayville works here, too!) But the pie chart below tells the tale.

Saying you’re not going to donate your organs because the system isn’t run according to your own liking is pure madness, for it means that people become more likely to die so you can maintain your own sense of “purity”. That is “social justice warriorism” taken to its logical but horrendous extreme. As I wrote in my critique of Clayville’s piece:

What kind of Christian is she? When she meets Jesus, will she explain, “Lord, I thought it was better to let someone die than to tolerate the injustices of organ donation”?

I wasn’t the only one to take Clayville to the woodshed for her unbelievable selfishness and narcissism. She’s now written a new response, also in Religion Dispatches, called “You gotta have heart: A response to critics of ‘Why I’m not an organ donor’.”  None of her responses to the critics are satisfactory.

First, she has to go after her prime critic, which turns out to be me. Although my criticism didn’t call her names, she claims my argument was “ad hominem”. Apparently she doesn’t know that that term means, which is that one says that an argument is wrong because of the character of its proponent,not the argument’s claims itself.

But my argument was not ad hominem. No, I criticized her contention that if the organ-donation system has inequities that she doesn’t like, she’s not going to donate her organs. That means she’s made a choice that people could die to satisfy her own notions of how the system should work. It may not work perfectly, but by no means are white people and those with means invariably put atop the list, and so such a decision is a very bad one, possibly leading to people dying because of her ideology, which will die with her. That is an argument based on the irrationality of putting one’s moral purity above the lives of other people. My counter-argument is based on the decrease in well-being that would occur if people followed Clayville’s logic.

As far as ad hominems are concerned, get a look at this quote from her new piece. Her argument against what I said above is that I am simply not qualified to judge what she said because I am religiously ignorant. And yet her original argument had nothing to do with religion!:

Recently, I made a lot of people angry with my piece, “Why I’m not an Organ Donor,” with comments generally falling into two broad categories: ad hominem attacks and sincere questions about my position. Of the former, biologist/blogger Jerry Coyne’s stand out, both because of his platform and because they were so over the top. I’m not sure why any religion scholar would take JC  [“JC”? Don’t I even get the dignity of being called “Coyne”?] seriously. He knows nothing theoretical or practical about religion, yet he continues to write about it, masking his lack of knowledge with unprofessional and unproductive ad hominem attacks.

In fact, I preferred the classic “slut” comment to JC’s shallow engagement with my piece. At least that comment made the point that any woman on the internet is vulnerable to sex shaming even when she’s saying that she doesn’t want to share her body with others. There’s no masking there, just a gut reaction, which is at least more honest than JC’s pretense at engagement.

Note how she juxtaposes my criticism with someone else’s “you’re-a-slut argument”, which I deplore. That’s just a cheap way of dismissing me by saying I’m worse than a “slut shamer.”

As for my “knowing nothing theoretical or practical about religion”, she clearly knows little of what I know. I would claim that I know more about theological argument, and the contents of the Bible, than the vast majority educated Americans, including believers. No, Dr. Clayville, you’re not getting off that easily, especially because your original argument said nothing about religion save that many pastors favor organ donation.

The remainder of the arguments in her rebuttal—if they can be called arguments—hold no water. She considers her refusal to donate organs as being like a “conscientious objector” (CO): one who refuses to join the military or fight in a war. But the simile is weak: a CO (I was one) is somebody who doesn’t want to kill people, while Clayville is making a decision that might result in somebody dying.

Clayville also claims that being a critic of the system, albeit a privileged one, entitles her to take her organs to the grave with her:

Additionally, once I’ve done the work of describing the organ economy, I feel like I have some choices about how to interact with it. If it’s an economy, then I can choose whether or not to be a customer or a product in it. That’s more privilege than a lot of people have.

True, anyone can choose to opt out of organ donation, though I don’t see how “privilege” enters into people’s desire to neither donate nor receive organs. That is of course their right. But refusing to do so because the system is less equitable than you want is a bad reason to make a decision that could lead to to someone else’s death.

And is the system really so inequitable? Here’s a chart from Organdonor.gov showing that at least 42% of transplant recipients are of minority status. Note, for instance, that African Americans constitute about 13% of the U.S. population but made up 21% of organ recipients.

In light of this, Clayville has some ‘splaining to do!

Finally, I simply don’t believe her response below; read her first article if you think she’s not concerned about moral purity:

Aren’t you just worried about your own moral purity?

No. I worry a lot about moral purity and the role it plays in our society. I think of moral purity as funding black and white thinking about ethics and making sure that you are always on the good side of that divide. I’ve presented organ transplantation and donation as entirely gray. The microscopic and telescopic stories can both be true, even at the same time. The question is which one is most compelling to you as a story that directs ethical action. For me the telescopic story is the most compelling and leads me to the ethical conclusion that I need to work to make the system better, so I do. The microscopic story has never been compelling to me, and in fact, with patients who have received transplants, that story can be a source of psychological trauma. They often feel like they’ve received a gift they can’t repay, that they were unworthy, or that the life-for-life exchange becomes overwhelming for them.

Entirely gray”? If anyone, rich, poor, black or white, is enabled to live when they could have died, that seems to me pretty black and white. Yes, the system might not be perfect, but plenty of people have expressed huge gratitude to those who donated organs that saved their lives. You see this on the news all the time. Often someone will befriend the family of someone whose death gave them a life-saving organ, or will bond with a stranger who unselfishly gave them a kidney or part of a liver. The “psychological trauma” that, says Clayville, is one reason not to participate in the system, is largely a fiction. After all, those people put themselves on a transplant list, and didn’t have to. Presumably they didn’t want to die!

Finally, although I don’t like to engage in argument in the comment section of other people’s articles, I couldn’t resist in this case. Here’s one of Clayville’s critics and her response, which I found amazingly ignorant. I had to respond to her claim about “all religious people being stupid” and my books being “good on science and lacking in religion” (I’m convinced she hasn’t read at least two of the three I’ve written.)

And my response in this thread (there is a missing “know” in the first sentence:

I’m frankly baffled that someone can actually feel as Clayville does, and clearly the organ-donation people—or the many government organizations that urge you to add to your driver’s license or will a statement that you will donate your organs if it’s appropriate—feel otherwise. The chutzpah and self-regard that would lead one to refuse donating their organs on social justice grounds is a mind-set I can’t fathom. Maybe it has something to do with Clayville’s religious views (I can’t say, as she doesn’t make a religious argument), but she’s also at odds, I suspect, with nearly every religious leader in America.

In the end, I think that Clayville’s view really does come from her faith, and is also a slap at what she calls her “progressive, liberal, overeducated, friends (PLOFs).”  That, by the way, is an ad hominem characterization, and I wonder what her friends think of that. What does her friends being “overeducated” and “progressive” have to do with her opposing their views?

And if her argument is based on religion, and I failed to grasp it because I’m religiously ignorant, then she needs to explain the role of religion, as opposed to secular ethics based on simple equity, in her stand.

Here’s a photo of the author from her Twitter feed.  All I’ll add is that I don’t think she belongs on any medical ethics team because she appears to think more about propping up her own moral purity than about saving the lives of people who could receive organ transplants.

h/t: Diane G.

Sunday: Hili dialogue (and Leon monologue)

April 15, 2018 • 6:30 am

by Grania

It’s the birthday of actresses Emma Thompson (1959), Maisie Williams (1997) and Emma Watson (1990). Artist Leonardo da Vinci also claims today as his birthday (1452).

Today was a day of disasters as well, most notably the sinking of the Titanic in 1912, with only 710 people surviving and over 1500 dying. The horrendous loss of life led to investigations into safety issues, and new guidelines regarding lifeboats were brought about as a result.

In 1989, a tragic human crush at the Hillsborough Stadium came to be known as the Hillsborough Disaster. 96 people were killed and 766 people injured when police allowed overcrowding to occur in the standing terraces.

In the felid section this morning we have both Leon and Hili pronouncing on profound life issues.

Leon: I have a feeling that in my next incarnation I’ll be a forester.

Cyrus: What to do after such a beautiful start to the day?
Hili: Catch a mouse.

In Polish:

Cyrus: Co począć z tak pięknie rozpoczętym dniem?
Hili: Złapać mysz.

On Twitter this morning:

An old Soviet propaganda poster.

https://twitter.com/moodvintage/status/985152358345781248

How to get diabetes in one easy step

Two foxes playing

And a reminder that humans never really change.

Early Skype:

https://twitter.com/oldpicsarchive/status/985421974225776640

And something to give to friends and family on Facebook when they rabbit on about their new health diet.

How soon we forget!

April 14, 2018 • 12:00 pm

Well, we attacked Syria last night, and The Donald is crowing about our military “victory”. Note the last sentence, recalling another conflict of yore. And somehow I don’t think our mission is accomplished.