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Reader Jacques Hausser from Switzerland has returned with a new batch of arthropod photos: arachnids this time. His descriptions are indented.
Dolomedes fimbriatus, Pisauridae, the Raft spider – or Jesus spider, because it is frequently seen walking on the water. It lives in marshy areas.
Linyphiidae unidentified (Linyphia ?). Post-coital cannibalism… and apparently a second masochist male (left) waiting for his turn.
Myrmarachne formicaria, Salticidae (jumping spiders). This species mimics (and hunts) ants, using its first legs as pseudo antennae.
Here’s another picture from Wikipedia showing the ant mimicry, which is pretty good: note the narrow antlike constriction between cephalothorx and abdomen:
Thomisus onustus, Thomisidae (crab spiders). A very large female found in Bulgaria, on the shore of the Black Sea. This species stays usually on flowers, and can change its coloration to match the flower. This one probably fell on the sand thanks to my students carelessly trampling the vegetation.
Aculepeira ceropegia, Araneidae. The oak spider. A typical orb-weaver spider with a quite nice abdominal ornamentation.
Lycosa tarentula, Lycosidae (wolf spiders [JAC: This species was originally called the “tarantula”]). The biggest female I have ever seen, carrying her babies on her back. It was also in Southeast Bulgaria, a fantastic region for naturalists.
And we have another spider from reader Otto Nieminen, who asks for identification:
Thank you much for your notblog – always an informative and entertaining read. Might this photo of a tarantula be of good enough quality for the readers’ wildlife segment? It is a small species from the Chilean Andes, but I am unsure of what it is. I think I have narrowed the genus down to a few possibilities: Bumba, Euathlus and Homoeomma. Other pictures of the species Bumba pulcherrimaklaasi (previously Euathlus pulcherrimaklaasi) look very much like this. But spider taxonomy is a horrible mess, so who knows!
We seem to have reached Hump Day quickly, but it will be a rainy day with a high of 54°F (12°C), and PCC(E) is not well rested, having tossed and turned much of the night. It will be a long and exhausting day. But, as Maru says, I do my best. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili has a unique reason to like the fall (you should have learned by now that “kot” means “cat” in Polish, and “myszy” means “mouse”). Look at her nice plump tail!
Hili: I like autumn.
A: Are you talking about the colour of leaves?
Hili: No, the mice are fatter and tastier.
In Polish:
Hili: Lubię jesień.
Ja: Mówisz o kolorach liści?
Hili: Nie, myszy są tłustsze i smaczniejsze.
Well, if you’re not very good at playing “spot the nightjar” on this site, here’s a chance to spot 20 animals, and it’s not too hard. At 22Words.com you’ll find 20 photos of animals that you can scrutinize sequentially, and when you click on the “forward” arrow, the animal is circled so you can see if you were right.
Go try your luck. Here are four teasers.
Spot the leopard. (Yes, it’s already spotted. . . )
I love it when theologians fight with each other, especially Sophisticated Ones™. And when they argue about reality, as Catholic philosopher Edward Feser does with Orthodox philosopher David Bentley Hart in Feser’s post on the conservative Witherspoon Institute’s Public Discourse site, the results are hilarious. For when contesting faith-based claims about reality, there’s no way to decide, using evidence, who’s right.
The topic of this particular fracas is one that’s engaged us all: “Do animals go to Heaven?”
Hart says “yes,” Feser “Hell, no!”. Leaving aside the small matter that neither of these gentlemen has any evidence that Heaven exists, the discourse must perforce be based on word-parsing, philosophy, and making stuff up. And both Feser and Hart are good at that, with Feser throwing in his patented requirement that one must read all of Thomas Aquinas (the founder of “Thomism”), study many other philosophers, and especially read Feser’s own books and articles before one can even have a say in this issue. Also, given his thin skin, this post will undoubtedly prompt Feser to reply on his own site, accusing me of theological ignorance. That’s like being accused of ignorance about the biology of unicorns. All I will add is that one cannot make assertions about reality based on philosophy alone.
But to the fray. Hart, says Feser, is dead wrong when he says that animals go to heaven, and Feser calls him out with some lame snark:
Hart’s beef with Thomists this time around is that they deny that non-human animals possess “characteristics that are irreducibly personal,” that they deny that “many beasts command certain rational skills,” and that accordingly—and worst of all, for Hart—Thomists deny that there will be “puppies in paradise.” Hart, by contrast, affirms the “real participation of animal creation . . . in the final blessedness of the Kingdom,” asserting that Heaven will be “positively teeming with fauna.” To make his case, he insists on “the intelligence, cognitive and social” of the humpback whale, the bottlenose dolphin, and the orca. Alas, Hart failed to mention the shark. Perhaps he was too busy jumping it.
Yes, that’s Feser’s link, put there to direct pious Christians to a phrase they might not understand. But why does Feser think that Hart is wrong? Why don’t animals go to heaven?
Well, Feser first contends that Hart doesn’t understand the Thomist argument about why you won’t find Fido playing a harp. Hart, says Feser, claims it’s because Thomists think that animals are basically like pieces of wood, lacking intentionality, affection, pleasure, sentience, or sensation. But, says Feser, Thomists don’t think that! They agree that animals have these qualities and feelings, but lack something more important—the Key to Heaven that only humans have: rationality, abstract thought, and the ability to conceptualize which is embodied in language. Here’s the meat of Feser’s argument:
Hence, like other animals, we have sensory awareness. But unlike other animals, we can conceptualize what we perceive and feel, and this fundamentally alters the character of our perceptual experiences and appetites. A dog can see a tree and we can see a tree, but the “seeing” we do is very different from that of which a dog is capable. For the dog cannot see a tree as a tree—it cannot conceptualize or understand what it is seeing by putting it within the general class “tree”; cannot infer that since this class is itself part of the larger class “plant,” to see a tree is also to see a plant; and cannot grasp that to be a thing of the sort that is seen entails taking in nutrients, going through a growth cycle, etc. A dog can feel pain and we can feel pain, but the “pain” we feel is very different from that of which a dog is capable. For we can conceptualize the pain as indicative of injury or bodily disorder, can infer that long-term health or even life might be in jeopardy, and so forth.
Feser contends (see below) that such conceptualization cannot rest solely on our more complex brains, but is indicative of a nonmaterial soul. He continues.
Think of it this way: animals and plants both need water, will flourish if they get it and atrophy if they don’t, and behave in ways that facilitate their getting it—plants by sinking roots, animals by searching for a stream, pond, or dog dish. But it doesn’t follow that plants, like animals, know anything like the pangs of thirst or the satisfaction of quenching that thirst. Similarly, that a dog will snuggle up to a child or wag its tail when its master arrives does not entail that its “love” is comparable to the highly conceptualized love that a rational animal feels for his child, friend, spouse, country, or God.
Indeed, for it’s that “conceptualized love” that gives humans the privilege of sitting with the angels, while Fido—well, I’m not sure where Feser thinks Fido goes. But surely a large part of love that humans feel is unconceptualized love: pure animal passion triggered by hormones. We may embroider it with our evolved big brains, but that doesn’t mean it differs in some fundamental, non-material way from animal “love.”
Indeed, Feser goes on to espouse a nonmaterial aspect of humans that gives us our ability to conceptualize—our nonmaterial soul. And here he’s just making stuff up, like his hero Aquinas:
So, the reason Thomists deny that non-human animals are destined for Heaven has nothing to do with a Cartesian or “mechanistic” conception of animals. What is the reason, then?
The reason is that non-human animals are entirely corporeal creatures, all matter and no spirit. To be sure, the matter of which they are composed is not the bloodlessly mechanical, mathematical Cartesian kind. Non-human animals are not machines; they really are conscious, really do feel pain and pleasure, really do show affection and anger. But these conscious states are nevertheless entirely dependent on bodily organs, as is everything else non-human animals do. Hence, when their bodies die, there is nothing left that might carry on into an afterlife. Fido’s death is thus the end of Fido.
If human beings were entirely corporeal creatures, the same would be true of us. But, the Thomist argues, human beings are not entirely corporeal. We are largely corporeal—as with Fido, our ability to take in nutrients, to grow and reproduce, to see, hear, imagine, and move about, depends on our having bodily organs. But our distinctively intellectual activities—our capacity to grasp abstract concepts, to reason logically, and so forth—are different. They could not be entirely corporeal.
What? WHY couldn’t our ability to grasp abstract concepts and reason be entirely corporeal? After all, many “corporeal” animals have signs of such things. Animals can show reason and seem to take an intentional stance, as when birds will dig up and re-bury an acorn if they see another bird watching them. Ravens, as I’ll write about soon, refuse to cooperate further with other ravens who don’t pull their weight in a joint task; they have a concept of “cheating.” Animals can reason, too, as with corvids or chimps that can put together tools to master a complex task, something that would seem to require abstract thought.
And there’s every sign that our intellect is intimately connected to our brain. You can damage the intellect in predictable ways by damaging certain portions of the brain, and extinguish your intellect with chemicals like anesthetics. There are diseases like Cotard’s Syndrome in which patients entirely lose their sense of self. And you can produce conscious intentions to do something, like licking your lips, by stimulating certain parts of the brain.
The more we learn about the brain, the more we realize that its workings, and the things that appear to make us different from other animals, are embedded in that gray matrix of neurons. There is no evidence for a “soul” that is not simply something attached to that matrix, and which doesn’t die when the matrix dies. Feser has not a whit of evidence for the soul, or for a complete and unbridgeable evolutionary discontinuity in mentation between humans and animals. He’s simply making stuff up to ensure that only members of our species will get past Saint Peter.
Of course Feser has other reasons to assume a soul, but here he pulls a Fermat:
There are several reasons why [our intellect cannot be entirely corporeal], though spelling them out adequately requires complex philosophical argumentation that is beyond the scope of this essay. For example, some Thomists argue that thoughts can have a precise or unambiguous content, whereas no purely material representation could have such a content — in which case thinking is not reducible to the having of material representations encoded in the brain. (I have defended this line of argument at length elsewhere.)
If you have $20, you can purchase that article from The American Catholic Philosophical Quarterly. I have no wish to, for which Feser will undoubtedly excoriate me. But until he gives me evidence for a soul or an afterlife, I needn’t pursue the matter.
And in the end Feser begs the question:
If human beings do have, in addition to their bodily or corporeal activities, an activity that is essentially incorporeal—namely, intellectual activity or thought in the strict sense—then when the corporeal side of human nature is destroyed, it doesn’t follow that the human being as a whole is destroyed. There is an aspect to our nature—the intellect—that can carry on beyond the death of the body, precisely because even before death it was never entirely dependent on the body. This is why there is such a thing as an afterlife for human beings, as there is not for non-human animals.
He’s again making stuff up: arguing that because we have an incorporeal intellect (which he hasn’t shown), and because by definition an incorporeal intellect lives on after the body dies, then we get to have an afterlife (for which he’s adduced no evidence). And of course that afterlife could simply be a bundle of thoughts floating around the cosmos, not a chair next to Jesus. Where’s the evidence for a Biblical heaven?
The only rational reaction to this type of confabulation is ridicule and utter contempt. Can you imagine grown men arguing about whether dogs, cats, sheep, and cows go to heaven? Yet Feser gets paid for this, and is regarded as one of the most influential philosophers of religion. It all goes to show how intellectually depauperate that discipline is.
A new episode of South Park, “Safe Space,” is an amusing spoof on the notion of “safe spaces”, involving body shaming of a Boy of Size. Click on the screenshot to see the 21-minute show (note: it’s on Hulu and may not be visible outside the U.S., and you’ll have to watch some ads. ). There’s also a sub-plot involving Whole Foods, hungry children, and “charity shaming” which is even funnier. Be sure to watch the original eponymous song at 12:00.
The treatment is more subtle than I would have imagined, but I don’t watch the show regularly. Although it seems to come down on the side of the villain Reality, it also shows some sympathy for the offended. And its treatment of social media is right on the mark.
The American Chestnut, Castanea dentata, was once a proud denizen of eastern U.S. deciduous forests, and prized for its wood. Then, in the early 1900s, the fungus “chestnut blight,” Cryphonectria parasitica, was introduced to the U.S. from Japanese nursery stock. Within a few decades, it wiped out around 4 billion chestnut trees. Since the fungus is airborne, a few adult trees have survived in the East if they’re several kilometers from the nearest tree, and some trees survive outside the natural range; but the species isn’t coming back. When a tree dies or is cut down within the natural ranges, saplings will sprout from the roots, but before the tree can reproduce it’s invariably killed by the fungus.
Restoring the tree has been a tough problem, as the fungus persists. The American Chestnut Foundation (ACF), a pretty big organization, has done its best by spreading seeds from fungus resistant trees and so on, but now there’s additional hope—thanks to genetic engineering. (Reader Hempenstein is responsible for sending me this brand-new information.) The chestnut is in fact now a Genetically Modified Organism (GMO), with a gene injected into the DNA that makes the tree resistant to blight.
First, check out the photo below, which has just been made public. Left: American chestnuts showing effect of blight. Center: GMO (transgenically engineered) chestnuts infected with blight. Right: Chinese chestnut (Castanea mollissima), showing its susceptibility to blight.
The following caption and information were provided in an email by Bill Powell, a professor of Environmental Science and Forestry at the State University of New York at Syracuse, Director of the Council on Biotechnology in Forestry, and Co-Director of the American Chestnut Research & Restoration Project. His work is supported by the ACF.
The take-home message: a single enzyme OxO, whose gene is engineered into the American chestnut genome, confers blight resistance.
This is a small stem blight resistance assay of Ellis 1 wild type American chestnut (left), Darling 54 transgenic American chestnut (center), and Qing Chinese chestnut (right). The Ellis 1 and Darling 54 lines are clonal except that the Darling 54 has the oxalate detoxifying enzyme gene protecting it. All were infected with a highly virulent strain of the blight fungus, EP155. After one month, all the Ellis1 were wilted, all the Darling 54 survived (and are still surviving today), and five of the six Qing eventually wilted. This is demonstrates the high level of blight resistance in the Darling 54 line.
Interestingly, we can still isolate the blight fungus from the Darling 54, showing that the OxO doesn’t hurt the fungus. It just neutralizes its weapon, oxalate. This is important because by not killing the fungus it greatly reduces the selective pressure to select fungal mutations that may overcome the resistance. Therefore it should be a very sustainable resistance.
This resistance is heritable as a dominant trait and therefore when outcrossing with surviving wild type trees, half the offspring will be fully resistant. We also have a easy leaf disk assay that can identify which offspring carry the resistance gene. This will allow rescuing the genetic diversity of American chestnut that still survives in the forests.
You can see much more information (and a video of the blight-resistance assay) here. If the FDA, EPA, and USDA approves this (and I’m hopeful), the resistant seeds will be distributed for planting, and perhaps these giants will grace our forests again. I wonder if there will be a public outcry against the use of GMO chestnuts.
The fact that the resistance is dominant is a good thing, for any tree with the gene will survive, and those lacking it will not. That means that there’s no barrier to the spread of the resistant trees, even if the added gene gives them reduced fitness compared to the susceptible trees in the absence of the blight.
Here’s Powell talking about the significance of this tree,and describing the restoration project in a nice 15-minute TEDx lecture:
Keep those wildlife photos coming in, folks (and an occasional landscape would be fine, too).
We’ll begin with a mammal—a relative of d*gs!—from Stephen Barnard in Idaho:
This coyote [Canis latrans] has been hanging out in the field in front of my house, hunting voles.
Reader Craig Carpenter sent a photo of a Green Heron (Butorides virescens):
Taken on small lake in North Georgia:
Two photos of a gorgeous bird long stalked unsuccessfully by Australian reader Tony Eales:
After years I finally have a couple of photos of Rainbow Bee-eaters (Merops ornatus) that I’m moderately happy with. His feathers are a bit wet as he’d just gone for a dip and was sitting obligingly enough for me to photograph while waiting for his feathers to dry.
Wikipedia discusses its diet:
Rainbow bee-eaters mostly eat flying insects, but, as their name implies, they have a real taste for bees. Rainbow bee-eaters are always watching for flying insects, and can spot a potential meal up to 45 metres away. Once it spots an insect a bee-eater will swoop down from its perch and catch it in its long, slender, black bill and fly back to its perch. Bee-eaters will then knock their prey against their perch to subdue it. Even though rainbow bee-eaters are actually immune to the stings of bees and wasps, upon capturing a bee they will rub the insect’s stinger against their perch to remove it, closing their eyes to avoid being squirted with poison from the ruptured poison sac. Bee-eaters can eat several hundred bees a day, so they are obviously resented by beekeepers, but their damage is generally balanced by their role in keeping pest insects such as locusts and hornets under control.
It’s going to be a chilly and rainy Tuesday, with a high of only about 58°F (14°C), as the Killing Season slowly makes its way to Chicago. So far retirement hasn’t changed my schedule, but I have several exciting trips in the offing, which of course will allow for pictures of excellent foreign noms; so stay tuned. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is having an adventure on the banks of the Vistula:
Hili: I see new challenges.
A: And what if they are too big
Hili: Then I’ll escape.
In Polish:
Hili: Widzę nowe wyzwania.
Ja: A jeśli będą za duże?
Hili: To ucieknę.
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And in Włocławek, Leon is having rather grandiose fantasies.
Leon: The brave Catman goes to the rescue of downtrodden.