Tuesday: Hili dialogue

January 19, 2016 • 6:00 am

The three-day weekend is over, and we’re still facing this (that’s degrees Fahrenheit):

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Fortunately, it will start warming up tomorrow, with highs even exceeding the freezing point by the weekend. I won’t go into detail on “This Day in History” as I’m late, but Wikipedia has this for January 19:

  • 1977 – Snow falls in Miami. This is the only time in the history of the city that snow has fallen. It also fell in The Bahamas.

That must have been something! Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, I’m told that it’s too cold for Hili to go out for long, and she comes in within a half hour after her romp in the snow:

Cyrus: Let’s go to the river.
Hili: Go by yourself. I would rather stay home and read something.

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In Polish:
Cyrus: Idziemy nad rzekę?
Hili: Idź sam, ja raczej coś sobie poczytam w domu.
And lagniappe, another version of “Pavlov’s Cat”, sent by reader jsp:
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Glenn Frey died

January 18, 2016 • 6:00 pm

It’s starting off a bad year for rock musicians: today Glenn Frey of the Eagles died at the young age of 67. According to the Eagles’ own website,

“Glenn fought a courageous battle for the past several weeks, but sadly succumbed to complications from Rheumatoid Arthritis, Acute Ulcerative Colitis and Pneumonia. . . . Words can neither describe our sorrow, nor our love and respect for all that he has given to us, his family, the music community and millions of fans worldwide.”

The older I got, the more I appreciated the Eagles, Frey’s musical talent, and the songs, many co-written with Don Henley. Here’s one of my favorites, a great live performance from 1977, with Frey singing lead:

The man couldn’t last, but his music will.

You won’t believe these scary Gouldian Finch chicks

January 18, 2016 • 3:00 pm

It looks as if today is Bird Monday. I got a link to this Mental Floss post in an email from Matthew that he titled “Christ these things are weird”. And so they are. The Floss’s explanation:

Gouldian Finches [Erythrura gouldiae], are beautifully colorful birds native to the Australian coast. As adults, they’re stunningly beautiful—but they don’t start out that way. Gouldian finch babies are, in a word, horrifying.

The hatchlings are born with reflective blue beads on their beaks that look like tiny, creepy pearls. The bright nodules help parents see and distinguish their babies in the dark; when the babies open their tiny, nightmarish mouths, the parents see the flashing blue and know it’s time to feed them. The video above shows 3-day-old chicks waiting to be fed.

About a month after being born, the babies grow a nice feather coat, and they look a lot less like Mongolian Death Worms.

Actually, I don’t find them that weird; evolutionists see a lot weirder stuff! And their name comes not from Steve Gould, but from the famous British ornithologist John Gould (1804-1881), famous for identifying “Darwin’s finches” as real finches (Darwin had misidentified them as diverse and unrelated species).

The head-twisting may well be an adaptation to call attention to their mouths, which they want stuffed.

Here are some being hand fed. Lord, do they make a racket!

The adults, however, are some of the most beautiful and colorful birds in the world. They’re also known as “rainbow finches,” and there is some slight sexual dimorphism. Which one of these is the male?

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They’re endangered because of habitat loss (tropical savannah woodland), and are now bred in captivity, where breeders cannot resist looking for color variants. Here’s their natural range:

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Here’s the find!

January 18, 2016 • 2:30 pm

by Matthew Cobb

As many readers noticed, Nicola White’s Thames mudlarking unearthed the bowls of two clay pipes (all rats, joints and jewels were pareidolia):

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Nicola tells me these pipes were made in the late 16th and early 17th centuries! (She can tell that by the style.) So they have been sloshing around in the Thames mud for about 400 years before finally ending up, next to each other, on the bank the other day. Think of all the history that has passed by while they lurked in the muddy waters of the Thames, waiting to come back into the light. Furthermore, although they have lost their stems, the bowls are surprisingly intact.

It is relatively easy to find broken bits of pipe stem while mudlarking (I have several examples, just from idle pottering about when the Thames is at low tide), but intact bowls are much rarer.

This site explains the evolution of the Dutch clay pipe down the centuries. These two specimens are clearly of the earliest type.

Tw**t of the day

January 18, 2016 • 1:00 pm

From the wonderful site Why My Cat is Sad:

Contribute your own cat acronyms below! Here’s mine:

ROFWBR: Rolling on the floor waiting for belly rub

h/t: Grania

Cat game!

January 18, 2016 • 12:00 pm

For reasons I don’t understand, many secularists and atheists are also gamers. While I can appreciate their enthusiasm, I don’t really share it, as I’d rather read a book or go to a good movie than play a video game. However, here’s an exception that I enjoyed for about 15 minutes.

It’s called Chat Noir (black cat), and your object is to trap the cat before it leaves the playing field. Try to encircle the cat with dark green dots (click on them with your mouse or its equivalent, one at a time) before it can escape to an outer dot.

Click on the screenshot below to begin. I never even came close to winning. The cat is too damn wily! After you’ve lost, press “reset” at the bottom to have another go.

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Diane G. (who has succeeded), sent me a screenshot of two of her successes. There are two ways to win, she says. The first is to simply trap the cat by blocking out the outer circles (once the cat gets on an outer dot, you’ve lost):

cat game pic 2The other way is simply via fusillade: blocking the cat by completely encircling it with black dots. You have to be quick on the mouse for this oneL

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Did anyone win?

A big record for an avid birder

January 18, 2016 • 11:45 am

I can understand those birders who keep “life lists”—lists of every bird they’ve ever seen—but I don’t understand those who try to see as many birds they can in a year, spending oodles of money to do so. Likewise, many of my friends go to distant climes to see birds. I can appreciate that, too, but I don’t understand why they favor birds instead of, say, butterflies, nor why many of these folks find themselves in places like Polynesia or Myanmar, but largely ignore the other sights to peer at beasts with feathers. But to each their own.

I was, however, intrigued by a report in Slate about Noah Strycker, a young man who set out, with the sponsorship of the Audubon Society ahd Hougton-Mifflin (clearly there will be a book) to break the world’s record for the number of birds spotted in a calendar year.

First, how many species of birds are there on Earth? BirdLife gives a number of 10,426, which is surely an underestimate, but probably not a serious one given the avidity with which birders scour the Earth.

And what is the record? Before Strycker’s 2015 odyssey, the record was held by a pair of Brits:

But worldwide Big Year attempts are almost unheard of. Too grueling. Too expensive. Too many logistics. American ornithologist James Clements made the first real attempt at a global Big Year in 1989, finishing with 3,662 species. Two Brits, Alan Davies and Ruth Miller, took on Clements in 2008 and finished with 4,341 species while dodging armed robbers and abandoning sinking boats.

The Slate piece details Strycker’s plans to travel the world in 2015 and break Davies’ and Millers’ record. It wasn’t easy: imagine the logistics, the plane reservations, the visas you’ll need, the immunizations, the guides, and so on. Not to add all the things that can go wrong. Oh, and did I mention that Strycker had to actually learn to identify all the birds he’d see? That required a stack of field guides taller than he is.

Fortunately for Strycker, the year went pretty smoothly, and he easily shattered the record. How many birds did he see?

6,042 species from Jan. 1 to December 31.

That’s pretty amazing: 58% of the world’s species!

Now I’m not sure how all his sightings were verified: the article doesn’t mention that, so perhaps some readers can tell me.  But here’s a precise of what he saw:

Strycker’s Big Year began with a cape petrel off his ship near Spert Island, Antarctica. He worked his way north into South America, finding a pied-crested tit-tyrant in Peru in February for his 1,000th species and a shining honeycreeper in Panama in April for his 2,000th. He was in and out of the United States by the first week of June and found his 3,000th species, a tawny pipit, in Turkey in the middle of that month.

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A cape petrel, Strycker’s first species of 2015
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A pied-crested tit-tyrant, Strycker’s 1000th species
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A shining honeycreeper, Strycker’s 2000th species
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A tawny pipet, Strycker’s 3000th species

Moving on,

A mountain gray woodpecker in Tanzania on Aug. 17 was Strycker’s 4,000th species, and with four months and two whole continents to go, the new record was all but assured. His record-breaking 4,342nd species was a Sri Lanka frogmouth a month later, and a month after that he saw a flame-crowned flowerpecker in the Philippines for his 5,000th, nearly half of all the world’s known bird species.

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A mountain gray woodpecker, Strycker’s 400th species
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The record-breaker: Sri Lankan frogmouths
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A flame-crowned flowerpecker, Strycker’s 5000th species

After sweeping through New Zealand and Australia, Strycker returned to far-eastern India for the final week of the year. A yellow-rumped honeyguide in Mayodia was his 6,000th bird. (A quick note on honeyguides: They actively lead mammals, including humans, to bees’ nests in order to feed on the scraps after the mammal opens the nest. Incredible, delicious, behavior.) A group of silver-breasted broadbills, as light was fading in Tinsukia on Dec. 31, was his 6,042nd and final bird of the Big Year.

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A yellow-rumped honeyguide, Strycker’s 6000th species

The last species: Silver-breasted broadbills (what a gorgeous bird!):

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The winner!:

Noah looks for birds at Khao Yai National Park, Bangkok, Thailand, Oct. 30. 2015.
Noah looks for birds at Khao Yai National Park, Bangkok, Thailand, Oct. 30. 2015. Photo courtesy of Panuwat Sasirat.

I like looking at birds, and my own endeavors are limited to finding unusual or gorgeous birds, so I’ve sought out, and seen, resplendent quetzals (several times), a three-wattled bellbird (a video from Montverde, Costa Rica, where I saw it and heard its amazing call, is here), and cocks of the rock, as well as turquoise-browed motmots and many tropical hummingbirds, which I mist-netted during an Organization for Tropical Studies course in 1973. But I have no desire to see little brown birds.

Reader Taskin, who told me about this article, was fascinated by the honeyguides, which she hadn’t heard of, and sent me a link to an Attenborough clip about them. I knew about the bird’s striking behavior but wasn’t aware that they had a specific call to alert humans (as opposed to other predators) to the presence of bee nest. I’m still dubious about that human-specific call, but perhaps readers can comment.  The Wikipedia article on the bird suggests that the symbiosis is limited only to the bird and humans:

Honeyguides are named for a remarkable habit seen in one or two species: they guide humans to bee colonies. Once the hive is open and the honey is taken, the bird feeds on the remaining wax and larvae. This behavior is well studied in the greater honeyguide; some authorities (following Friedmann, 1955) state that it also occurs in the scaly-throated honeyguide, while others disagree (Short and Horne, 2002). Despite popular belief, there is no evidence that honeyguides guide the honey badger, though there are videos about this.

Another Charlie Hebdo cartoon misinterpreted as racist and “Islamophobic”

January 18, 2016 • 9:45 am

After you’ve perused Charlie Hebdo cartoons for a while, and learned about the magazine’s history and views, you can look at the cartoon below, drawn by Charlie Hebdo’s new editor Laurent “Riss” Sourisseau, and understand what it’s trying to say. To ensure accuracy of translation, I’ve asked Matthew, who speaks nearly perfect French, to give us the English:

Top: “What would have happened to little Aylan if he had grown up?”

Below: “He’d have become an ass-groper in Germany!”

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“Aylan”, of course, is Aylan Kurdi—more correctly spelled as “Alan Kurdi“—the 3-year-old Syrian boy who drowned trying to make it to Europe as a refugee.  His death symbolizes the terrible plight of those refugees, as well as the soul-searching of countries trying to deal with a huge wave of immigrants. And the photo of the dead boy aroused the sympathies of many people, bringing out the better nature of those who decided that absorbing as many refugees as possible was the right thing to do.

When I saw that cartoon, and made out the caption in my rudimentary French, I knew exactly what it meant: it was mocking the anti-refugee camp who argued that letting in Muslims would lead to a wave of rape and thuggery like that inflicted on hundreds of women in Cologne on New Year’s Eve.

As Grania wrote here a week ago, and I agree with her completely:

Whatever the investigation eventually uncovers about the attacks in Cologne on New Year’s Eve, three things will remain true: it is not the fault of Europe’s trying to help as many refugees as they can; the overwhelming majority of Muslim immigrants to Europe arrived there only to seek a new and better life for themselves and their families; and the mass attacks on women in Cologne that night were not an example of “everyday sexism”.

The nearly 700 complaints of harassment that resulted from the Cologne attacks haven’t yet worked their way through Germany’s judicial system, but people are already arguing that the cartoon shown above is actually supporting calls to restrict immigration, and claiming that it’s racist and “Islamophobic.”

In fact, it shows the opposite. Charlie Hebdo has had a history of mocking the racist and anti-immigrant French Right, like Marine Le Pen and her National Front Party. The cartoon clearly satirizes the extremist views of that Right on immigration, in precisely the same way that this famous New Yorker cartoon mocked those who questioned Barack Obama’s origins and sympathies before the 2008 election:

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Yet, as the BBC reports, the Charlie Hebdo cartoon has lit a fuse of outrage. Here’s some of it

From an Iraqi journalist in London:

From British journalist Sunny Hundal:

From a British politician and former MP:

But least one person got it: a Sudanese-born writer and columnist in Britain:

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In a piece at the Guardian, “Charlie Hebdo’s refugee cartoon isn’t satirical. It’s inflammatory“, Jonathan Freedland, while admitting that the cartoon might be mocking anti-refugee sentiment (he’s not sure, which shows how clueless he is), it simply gives fuel to the bigots:

Perhaps the cartoonist wanted to take a stand against the current hardening in attitudes to those seeking refuge. In fact, he simply provided another example of that very shift. His image takes its place alongside the Danish decision this week, apparently echoed by the Swiss, to confiscate valuables from new arrivals – everything except their wedding or engagement rings – and Turkey’s illegal policy of sending refugees back to the Syrian hell they fled. It doesn’t challenge the current mood of fear and loathing, it just adds to it.

Freedland even says that the New Yorker cartoon of the Obamas, which I found thrillingly appropriate, did the same thing:

The [New Yorker] insisted it was “clearly a joke”, sending up all the scare stories about Obama. But despite that noble intention, the cartoon served to hone – more elegantly than any of the candidate’s enemies had done – the rightwing caricature of Obama into a single, memorable image. Up to that point, no opponent had explicitly said Obama was a terrorist-loving Muslim but now they didn’t have to. Now there was an image lodged in the consciousness that did the job for them.

That’s just wrong. Maybe no famous political opponent of Obama had called him out as a secret Muslim, but plenty of regular American opponents already had. The cartoon produced, as far as I can see, no inflammatory effect. Likewise, the denigration of refugees by the European right began well before the Charlie Hebdo cartoon appeared (which was clearly in early January). In the end, Freedland resorts to the trope of Keyboard Warriors everywhere:

Maybe a couple of the satirists’ own rules might be helpful. The former Spitting Image writer John O’Farrell says he adheres to the time-honoured maxim that the comic should always be “punching up”, not down. Laughing at the weak is never funny, and there is nobody weaker than a dead child washed up on a beach. As for the second rule, O’Farrell recalls David Attenborough’s advice to the Monty Python team: “Use shock sparingly.”

Can Freedland get any wronger than that? I largely reject the “punching up” versus “punching down” distinction, for harmful views and bad behavior deserve to be criticized or satirized regardless of who espouses them, but what Freedland doesn’t seem to get is that the cartoon is indeed “punching up”! It’s not laughing at the weak, but laughing at European right-wingers, bigots and fascists. Is it “punching down,” for instance, to mock the views of Marine Le Pen? I don’t think so.

Now you can question whether Riss’s cartoon is tasteful, in that it mocks the right by showing the dispossessed, but I don’t know a more effective way to do it. It’s certainly an outrageous, even shocking, cartoon, but it makes its point clearly. Does it offend me? Well, I find it a bit shocking, and it surely offends the family of Alan (reports are that it did), but one has to ask if that offense is necessary to make a greater point: showing the stupidity of stigmatizing all refugees. Call the cartoon tasteless if you will, but you can’t call it racist or Islamophobic. And if that’s Islamophobic, than so were the Danish cartoons of the Jyllands-Posten, and the earlier Charlie Hebdo cartoons of Mohammed. By what light can we satirize the malevolence of the Catholic Church, but not that of Islam, or of bigoted right-wingers?

h/t: Randy