The stories go on

MuggingMantis
This is the follow-up to several different posts made earlier in the year – it gives an indication not just of what life in the arthropod world is like, but how I pursue nature photography as well.

Since the beginning of the year, there have been five areas of the front yard that served as “photo subject preserves,” areas where I could frequently find something to photograph. Early on it was the holly trees, only a little taller than I am, and the only thing green during the slow arrival of spring. These have long since become almost barren for buggy life, since too many other choices are better now.

The azalea bushes right off the porch were the next go-to, hosting the juvenile mantises and the green lynx spiders. In the periods just before and after blooming, they were brimming with chitiny residents, and thick enough to provide plenty of hiding spaces. But as the days’ heat became more intense and the flowers died off, many things moved away.

FPMantisMoltThe first to go were the mantises, which departed in several directions – one that I knew of made its way completely around the house before vanishing for good. But two others began to inhabit the pampas grass patches, once they had grown to decent size. These are plants that do best when cut back and burned off in the winter, one of those tasks I view with mixed feelings. We have two different species, but both possess nasty leaves that can slice into skin surprisingly well, one more so than the other, which means cutting them back in the winter requires heavy sleeves and gloves, and still results in numerous “paper cuts.” But the pyromaniac in me (I’m male – ’nuff said) appreciates the burning part, since by that time they’re dry and catch easily. But this means they start the year as blackened stumps and take a bit of time before they’re thick reedy clumps up to three meters in height, becoming attractive to the mantises by then – each year they’ve played home to several.

One morning after a rain I found a molted mantis skin dangling from the pampas grass, and soon found the newly-emerged adult (top photo,) identified as such by her new wings. What had been an eentsy hatchling not a centimeter long was now a formidable insect the length of my palm. She remained in the pampas for just a few days before deciding that she needed a new home, perhaps prompted by the mating drive. So she moved to the butterfly bush.

This had been planted in the middle of the yard in the hopes of attracting hummingbirds, which it didn’t accomplish, and pollinators, which it did. It’s rather small to accommodate an adult mantis, but she made the most of the attractive properties of the flowers. At one point, I caught a katydid and moved it from the thick obscuring clusters of the dog fennel plants (more on them in a moment) to the butterfly bush for pics, then left it there and watched. Katydids make hearty meals for mantids, and I didn’t have long to wait since the katydid wasn’t holding still.

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There’s a mantis egg case coming soon, and I was hoping she’d choose to put it on the easy-to-monitor butterfly bush, but she moved off after a few days and has appeared in various locations around the yard.

Before she did so, however, she had a brief standoff with another resident of the bush, a green lynx spider. They sat facing one another for a long time, the mantis even tapping the spider on the back with its antenna, twice, but then the spider caught a fly and the mantis lost interest. Here I thought the distraction would have been the opening the mantis was waiting for, but it appears instead it was just a game of staredown.

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KingOfTheBushI’m almost positive the green lynx spider is one of the many that hatched out of a case on the pampas grass last fall, and first reappeared this spring on the azaleas. After a long period they left those bushes and three took up residence on the butterfly bush, where they ate like gluttons. Especially impressive is that they caught several of the Hemaris moths that I’ve chased earlier, surprising to me because of the size of the moths and the fact that they don’t land, but lynx spiders are wicked hunters. I’d love to show you a sequence of capture images, but there would be nothing to see without investing in some expensive equipment – it’s all over in a fraction of a second, and even a single frame would require either blind luck or timing that I, so far, haven’t nailed. But I’ve had the chance to see which butterflies are better than others at escaping the pounce, and one species of pollinator, common on the bush, that the spiders avoid. I also observed one of the spiders appearing rather agitated, making motions almost as if it was wrapping prey in webbing (which lynxes don’t do) while nothing was there. Then a nasty stench came to me, and I suspected that she had attempted to catch one of the stink bugs that frequent the bush. Since I never saw the bug I was never able to confirm this (she would have dropped it in the litter beneath the bush,) but the smell was pretty strong evidence. Heh.

FatLynx
One lynx spider vacated the bush quickly for points unknown (potentially even something’s stomach,) while two others set up shop in the bush for weeks, getting rather rotund in anticipation of laying eggs. Another specimen appeared on the rosemary bush and quickly spun her own egg sac therein, though she wasn’t anywhere near the girth of the one shown here (who did eventually produce her own eggs.) And one of the butterfly bush residents took advantage of a windy night and transferred to the dog fennel to create a third – I can always tell when the night has been breezy because the yard is crisscrossed with strands of web cast by traveling spiders.

The dog fennel has been an interesting accident. First appearing where I’d planted a variety of flowers last year, I left it alone because I had no idea what any of the flowers looked like when sprouting, and once I’d determined it wasn’t anything intended, it was already playing host to numerous species, and provided entire galleries of shots last year, mostly of lady beetles. It returned without effort this spring and is three meters tall, again providing homes to arthropods but largely not the same species as last year. The ambush bugs, curiously, have gone through little change while the development of the others species is easy to spot.

FemaleAurantiaCase in point: the black-and-yellow Argiope aurantia that I perved on earlier, who spent some time within the fennel plants before also deciding the butterfly bush was good pickings and setting up shop there. She has grown to a massive specimen, conspicuously suspended in mid-air over the bush (using one of the hummingbird feeders as an anchor and preventing me from refilling it – there are two more, so don’t fret.) Yet she’s gorging on swallowtail butterflies that can’t take the hint that there’s a web there. She has had a succession of suitors, which I’m able to differentiate because the number of legs keeps switching. I got to see one that was more agile than the first I’d photographed; once he’d get down to business and the female would make a sudden aggressive move, he would instantly drop out from under her to dangle 20cm beneath on his own safety line, giving her a few moments to cool down before making the attempt again. If anyone is annoyed at the dogged persistence of frat boys on the prowl, this is evidence that they’re closely related to spiders – feel free to quote me on that. Meanwhile, I would guess that someone was successful, except that making this assumption based on her waistline is one of those things you’re never supposed to do. I’ll know for sure when the egg sac appears.

In closing, I’ll leave you with another image of the mantis, shutting off the flash this time and shooting wide-open in the dim, soft light of approaching rain. The short focus effect made an almost surreal tableau that I’m rather pleased with.

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Heads up!

On Friday, September 6th, at 11:27 PM EDT, NASA will be launching the Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer (LADEE) satellite from the Wallops Island launch facility on the Virginia peninsula. Viewers on the east coast of the US may be able to see it as it heads towards lunar orbit, since night launches allow the exhaust plume to be seen from great distances. See the post at Universe Today for more details.

My location lies within the viewing range, but the launch vehicle will be less than 10° above the horizon, which is a total writeoff unless I find someplace elevated, or a big lake facing the right way. We’ll see what happens. Though it may be a while, since the following week is going to be a busy one and I may not have the chance to post any results – any posts that may appear then will likely have been scheduled ahead of time.

LADEE Minotaur V Launch – Maximum Elevation Map The LADEE nighttime launch will be visible to millions of spectators across a wide area of the Eastern US - weather permitting. This map shows the maximum elevation (degrees above the horizon) that the Minotaur V rocket will reach during the Sep. 6, 2013 launch depending on your location along the US east coast. Courtesy: Orbital Sciences
LADEE Minotaur V Launch – Maximum Elevation Map
The LADEE nighttime launch will be visible to millions of spectators across a wide area of the Eastern US – weather permitting. This map shows the maximum elevation (degrees above the horizon) that the Minotaur V rocket will reach during the Sep. 6, 2013 launch depending on your location along the US east coast. Courtesy: Orbital Sciences
** Text shamelessly stolen from Universe Today

The Minotaur V launch vehicle is a new design, a five-stage unmanned rocket that will carry the LADEE satellite into orbital position around the moon. The lower stages are powered by solid fuel, which undoubtedly helps it to be visible along such a broad portion of the coast – liquid fuel boosters tend to burn with a clean flame and leave little smoke, while the solid fuels produce a highly visible exhaust that glows brightly much further from the nozzles; see here for a daylight comparison. The space shuttle used both, and if you look closely at any launch video or photos, the difference will be clear – it’s the solid-fuel boosters on the side that make all the smoke (though right at launch, the thick white clouds are actually steam from the launch suppression system that protected both pad and launch vehicle.)

Be aware that launch times often slip, so if you’re trying to see the vehicle crawl across the sky, it’s not a bad idea to stay connected to the mission site if you can – you’ll notice there’s a countdown clock on the page I linked to. Good luck!

A small, weird addition

While looking up the Wallops Island Launch Facility on Google Earth, I found a strange effect from the imagery dated 4/29/2010. A lot of people believe Google Earth uses all satellite images, but in truth most of them are taken from survey aircraft, and for some reason, the images used for that date all show the shadow of the aircraft, many times over. Either that, or a huge fleet of P3 Orions, some without tails, was going over at the time.

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Yes, I think that’s the actual launch pad, middle left.

Doing the fartsy thing

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No, the title does not mean last night was burrito night – it just means that, since I don’t do the artsy thing, this must be something else.

In the past several days, my right arm has been bothering me due largely to wielding the camera and flash bracket one-handed, often in awkward positions, but also from several demanding chores. I’ve been trying to let it heal, but that means taking no photos, which can only go for so long, and this morning I fell off the wagon.
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LovebugsObviously it was a good morning for dew shots, but there’s something else I want to draw attention to. When I’m not simply trying to illustrate something, I pay a lot of attention to the framing of the image, and stress this to my students. Whether anyone likes the way I’ve tackled it here or not, I tried to present specific subjects, their surroundings, and a general compositional form in these photos. The spider above faces across the frame, but also generates a sense of hiding (which it was – this is typical of many species.) The image at left was composed to keep all of the key leaves in the frame, with the flash adjusted to provide good light without distracting shadows, while still giving good shape to the leaves. Even the cricket at top, one of many determined not to let me get too close, was captured in accord with the grasses and with enough room for the antennae not to be cut off. These may be minor, but imagine how each would look without these efforts. It’s just my way of illustrating that there are more details to be paying attention to than simply your subject.
SpiderSky
While the lighting is a key part of this image, notice that the orb web only shows against the dark background plants, and none of the plants cross behind the spider, emphasizing its position in ‘midair’ – they also provide a sense of scale. The sky itself is grey, but the bright light through the spider and on the plants to the left is yellow and at a low angle, telling us that it’s morning. I’ve actually asked groups of people what time of day images similar to this were taken, which they usually get right, and then ask how they know. Often, they have difficulty specifying it; they noticed the clues subconsciously but cannot define them. However, bridging this gap and being aware of such influences means you can use them better.
BlackBasil
High magnification, natural light, and handholding the camera; these three things do not go well together, and in order not to get motion blur, I was using a larger aperture to keep the shutter speed up (it’s all about getting enough light into the camera.) So my depth-of-field was short, and required selecting a perspective that gave me the buds and leaf edge, as well as the contours highlighted by the light angle. I moved around the plant (I’ve been told by the people who gave it to us that it’s some form of basil) until I found what I wanted, and once again aimed for crossing the frame. A lucky benefit is the edges of the big leaf curling down away from the light, outlining them in black against the background and giving a distinctive focal point. The mix of colors in the background give it variety, but if they were in tighter focus it would have been complicated and distracting.

GloryMorningNo one needs to be told that positioning was a key factor in this image. Many weeks ago, we planted a large number of morning glories, mostly to generate natural settings for hummingbird pics (feeder shots are clearly less appealing,) but also to provide more color and, seriously, less to mow. I’ve run into people that consider them weeds, and I’m not sure why – I usually ask what the difference is between a plant and a weed and no one ever answers very well. This planting has been slow and difficult, not in the least helped by deer coming into the yard every couple of weeks and cropping off most of the leaves (doing the same to my almond tree, which tests my we-are-all-one-with-nature tendencies.) But recently we’ve starting getting some blooms, and a nice variety, and so I can introduce to the blog a few more images that are not bugs.

This was the wrong lens to use for this kind of shot – the Mamiya 80mm macro does not handle glare well – and it would have been better had I been able to get the arm supporting the hanging basket out of the frame. But at least the electrical wires are missing. You can’t have full-on sunlight coming into the lens to get a useful effect – it has to be just peeking around the edge, so again, position is crucial.

MagentaGloryYou might think I simply can’t put down the macro lens (which is true enough,) but a stronger factor in this image is that the plant was a short vine at the edge of the ditch that I don’t want to mow anymore, and so its surroundings weren’t terribly photogenic – no lush foliage or distant trees. While only a botanist might tell it’s a morning glory bloom, the perspective is different and, to me at least, appealing. This one was cropped into a vertical orientation, from the original horizontal, because I felt the elements worked better that way and the pollen becomes more prominent in the frame, contrasting wonderfully against the color. The lone pollen grain off the right was not my point of focus, it was just a happy accident [dammit, I said I should stop doing that] meticulously planned, because a true nature photographer has it all under control.

But the last one is the one I like the best, for its textures and abstractedness. Again, think about how many different ways this could have been approached – what you’d see from a greater distance, or facing directly into the bloom, or even just focusing more tightly on the dewdrop.
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It’s been said that a great photographer can get a compelling image out of any subject, and if that’s true, then I’m not a great photographer (except perhaps where it means “big.”) But at the very least, make the effort to examine as many possibilities as you can, to see what kind of images can be found. Hopefully, I’ve at least provided a few ideas.

Dropout

dewdropoutThere’s another gout of photos coming shortly, but this one needed to stand on its own.

This morning was rather humid, and in chasing pics among the dew I came across this suspended drop. My initial images indicated I should take a closer look, and thus, we can now see the unfortunate nucleus of the droplet. Some species of flying ant had been captured by a spider, probably not too long ago, but its carcass served as a collector for the overnight dew. I was lucky enough to capture the focus point that showed not only some of the body details of the ant, but used the drop as a lens for the grasses beneath. Because of how a water drop acts as a lens, generally you can choose to have either the drop itself in focus, or whatever is being seen through it. While I would certainly want the grasses sharper had they been my primary subject, they work just fine for this, and even accentuate the ant – imagine all the different ways the grass could be facing. This was not at all planned (I should probably stop admitting things like that,) but tiny elements like this that can affect an image in subtle yet effective ways.

Couldn’t hurt

At roughly 8 pm tonight (or I guess I should say August 31st, since this will undoubtedly post the next day,) The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog mentioned a campaign where a vaccine is donated to a child in an underdeveloped country for every comment made on participating blogs. Known as the Shot@Life campaign, they feature a different post every day for a month, from different bloggers.

Which is to say, they did – this was for the month of August. At 9 pm, I’d received the link from her. And I’m happy to say that I managed to comment on every post before midnight rolled around (not even sure if that was the deadline or not.) Granted, these could barely be called comments, at least by my standards – I am not of the Facebook generation and, when I decide to respond to a post, it’s because I have something meaningful (to me, anyway) to contribute. I dearly hate the five word, vapid approval comments. I did little more than that just now – 31 comments in three hours, and that was after reading each post – but I did at least manage to address the content itself in each. [And as I just discovered, The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog made it too!]

Do campaigns like this really accomplish anything? Is this more an advertising gimmick than a worthwhile pursuit? Why require comments? Just fucking donate the vaccines and quit playing games. It’s all kind of stupid, really, but it certainly can’t hurt to participate. I just despise the ploy where some company claims to donate .05 cents (yes I wrote that correctly) to some cause for every product they sell, as if this is a magnanimous gesture on their part rather than an attempt to manipulate greater sales. The best thing to do in such situations is to buy the competitor’s product and donate a dollar directly to the cause itself. Or, to any cause which can be found easily on a sidebar someplace…

But I also have to say that I really, really dislike parenting blogs. Seriously, they’re not profound, insightful, surprising, or thought-provoking (not like slug sex, for sure) – they’re almost always overrun with the trials and joys of parenthood, as if this is something new or unique. It’s cool to be proud of your kids, commendable really, but even as a shared experience it doesn’t offer much. Others may like such posts, and that’s fine – I just find them tiresome.

Still better than music blogs, though…

Makmende amerudi!

I said I’d be coming back to this; you were a fool to doubt me. The song I’m eventually going to get to was responsible for introducing me to the previously featured video by the same band, but has a great backstory itself.

“Go ahead; make my day,” was a meme before the term had even been adopted, and before the intersnarl existed, courtesy of Clint Eastwood/Dirty Harry Callahan in the movie Sudden Impact. When it became popular in Kenya, however, “make my day” was mistranslated as “mek ma nday,” which to the best of my knowledge doesn’t have a direct linguistic meaning in any language. This phrase, now run together into “Makmende,” become absorbed into Swahili slang as an abstract character name, a sarcastic way to refer to anyone who believed themselves to be a badass (which actually puts it a step above the “Chuck Norris” meme because it actively spoofs the idea.)

Enter Just A Band, which personified the character in the video for their song “Ha-He” and brought it to international attention:

“Makemende amerudi” means, “Makmende returns” of course. I approve of the efforts they went through to reproduce the American blaxploitation films of the 1970s so well, up to and including the washed-out color and the fashions – the afro pick worn by Wrong Number (the first bad guy) is fantastic. For anyone that doesn’t know what one is, they’re a comb especially to fluff out and shape an afro, and really were just carried in the afro by some, though the fashion faded in the States by 1990. If I’d had the hair for it I would have done it myself.

I’m obligated to mention that the subtitled dialogue always makes me giggle – it’s like reading the descriptions on eBay items from China…

The whole Makmende thing brings back memories of a nearly-forgotten era (okay, it was actually more recent than the movies I’ve just named,) when I was a Dungeons & Dragons player. One of our group, a youth with more than his fair share of creative role-laying ability, portrayed a typical barbarian character, minimal intellect wrapped in ridiculous strength and gratuitous violence, an adherent of Ximal (the God of Needless Slaying, but you already knew that.) Between sessions, he would occasionally regale us in barbarian pidgin with his tales of anachronistic adventures in pop culture:

“Ugly guy come up to me with funny-looking metal thing in hand, think he tough! Said, ‘Make… my… day…'” A look of gruesome delight came across the storyteller’s face at the recollection. “Me did – me kill him! Me crush his skull, like this: krrrchh! Then me take funny-looking metal thing, and shove it up him butthole.”

He paused to frown in mild confusion. “Strange sound happen…”

Booger nights

I am not going to apologize for what is to come; I am only going to warn you. This post contains graphic images that are probably just fine for children (because they’re usually fascinated with this kind of stuff,) but may gross out the adult who realizes what they’re looking at. If that isn’t enough, some of the text might assist.

The area where I live is apparently ideal for gastropods, mostly slugs, and we’re not talking little garden slugs either, but massive leopard-spotted zeppelins big enough to trip over. I think they’re keeping the raccoon population down. This year has been especially noteworthy, in that I actually have to use a flashlight when walking around at night because they’re all over the place, even onto the porch.

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I mentioned before that I often go barefoot, so you can imagine what it’s like if I fail to see one in my path. Actually no, you can’t, because the mucus of these mutated behemoths is a special compound similar to what they used to attach the heat tiles to the space shuttle – it doesn’t come off with dragging your feet in the grass or across the concrete walkway, and it absorbs water to become an expanded mass of super slime. It takes a scrub brush, or a knife blade scraped sideways across your sole, and then you might as well toss the knife.

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This is just in case you thought I was exaggerating; the blue plastic is an old recycling bin now used for composting, which doesn’t help matters any – they adore all the unacceptable vegetable matter left over from meal preparation.

SlugTrachDetailSlug anatomy is a very peculiar thing, and serves as a reminder that so many animals that we know of are strikingly similar, because gastropods radically depart from these patterns. In between vomiting, you may have noticed a large opening in the side of the slug in the above image, and a close-up of this opening is shown at right. This is a pneumostome, and how slugs and snails breathe. All it does is open wide and draw air into a large interior space that’s heavily vascularized, and oxygen is absorbed into the system therein. It is only on the right, and cycles open and closed quite slowly, which comes as a surprise I’m sure.

The following photos show something that I’ve been hoping to see for a while now, one of many items on my target images list – we’ve already established long ago that I’m weird, so there’s no need to comment. I might have missed this display entirely if it wasn’t for my curiosity, but tonight as I discarded some cooking grease into a brush pile (keeping it out of the drains,) I realized one of the trees in the yard was especially shiny in the flashlight, encircled to a height of two meters with mucus trails – I’ve seen them often, but never to such an extent. Wandering around the tree in examination, I came across a sight that made me run get the camera. What you are about to see may shock you. This… is slug porn. [Yes, read that in James Earl Jones’ voice.]

SlugSex1Up to this point, the only description I’d had of the curious sex life of gastropods came from the naturalist Gerald Durrell, having witnessed it as a boy growing up in Greece. Most, if not all species of slugs and snails are hermaphroditic, possessing both male and female sex organs – but no, they cannot go fuck themselves (someone had to say it.) The species Durrell witnessed actually entwined with the assistance of a bizarre mechanism that fired little darts from each snail, attached to a line of some kind, and they would harpoon one another and reel in mutually. This, (un)fortunately, is not the case with the leopard slug, which may go by many different names but is best identified with the scientific name Limax maximus. First off, they routinely do what the more adventurous of our species attempts (usually to comical results) and bump uglies while dangling from a harness of their own design, visible at top. The purpose of this, other than the obvious spice it adds, I can only speculate on, but I’m guessing it improves mobility. On first sighting, since it’s darker than the normal mucus, I wondered if it might actually have been part of the slugs’ anatomy, stretched to an absurd degree, but since it was left behind I determined it was just a slime rope.

I’m going to pause a moment and put you off certain foods forever by just mentioning them here. Cinnamon twists. Braided breadsticks. Salt water taffy. Yes, I’m evil as well as weird.

But let’s not leave our amorous couple hanging [add “shameless” to that list.] They then extrude their brilliant blue penises and wrap them around the each other, but not, as you undoubtedly surmised, in some form of testosterone-drunk comparison; this is how they mate – as Alex and his droogs might put it, a little of the old “out-out.”

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You were expecting them to come from further back, and not the region of their right ear, weren’t you? I told you slug anatomy is radical, but would you listen? Nooooo. The reason the penis extends from the ear is to hear… no, I’m not going to do it; it’s too easy. Slugs don’t have ears, anyway (because there’s a penis there! And their anus, too, also on the right – intelligent design my ass.)

Now apparently, they usually try to find a branch to do this on and end up dangling from the underside, which means I am definitely never going out at night without a flashlight again, because catching this in the face while wandering under a tree is an experience I will not regret never having had when I die. You thought walking through spiderwebs was bad…

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Eventually they unwrapped things up and put the toys away, heading off in separate directions and disappointing another slug who’d been hanging around (figuratively only) hinting at a threesome. And I added images to my stock sure to catapult me to fame and recognition, and earn me a nickname no worse than many I had in high school – it started early.

In looking up some details for this post, I ran across this video from the BBC’s Life in the Undergrowth program, with David Attenborough of course, which displays the whole process. It was actually made slightly more disgusting than it normally is, hard as that may be to conceive, through the idiotic addition of slimy sound effects as they move. Trust a guy who’s done a lot of slug images: they don’t make a sound.

As a merciful and completely inadequate offset, I leave you with a cute photo, which by now you’re convinced I cannot take, of a fawn in the neighbor’s yard the other day. The observation was too brief to get much more than this, so I chose the best one. This is just to prove I am not utterly without social skills…

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The list of puns and titles that I rejected was lengthy, and even more painful, so you should be grateful…

Les chats du biologique

FrenchCats3Yeah, that’s probably nonsense, but I had to pass this one along. When preparing to shoot the illustrating image for the previous post, I was doing lighting and pose tests. Kaylee (the one in the back) will hold still and can even be convinced to look interested with the right approach – obviously not this one – while Little Girl (the pressure is on to switch her name to “Zoe” but I personally don’t think it fits) allows her curiosity to get the best of her and, even when she isn’t invited to be in the shot, has to come over to see what’s so fascinating. The resulting image was infused with ennui and existentialism and, though no slight is intended on our Gallic neighbors, just seemed so French. Of course it had to be monochrome.

Book review: The Selfish Gene

ICanHazGeen-2When this book was first published, I was 10 years old, in that directionless, awkward stage between playing Bionic Man and shooting Stormtroopers with my blaster, so if you want to consider this review ill-timed that’s fine with me. There is likely nothing I say here that hasn’t been said before, but that’s probably true of the entire blog anyway. I also need to note that the version I have reviewed is the 1989 reprint containing significant addenda to the original from 1976; there is now a 30th anniversary edition that may have further edited/corrected information different from the review here.

Richard Dawkins’ The Selfish Gene is, in several ways, a notorious book. Among the most prominent is how so many people have taken this to imply that there is a gene which promotes selfishness – this might actually be true (there may be a lot of genes that produce such an effect,) but not at all what the title is intended to mean, and the book is undeserving of the antisocial stigma it has received. It is also the book that introduced the concept of the meme, most especially as an evolving ‘organism’ in itself, and this is an intriguing idea. Most of what it covers, though, is a particular perspective on natural selection that, in the end, produces a bit of irony.

The main premise of the book is that biological evolution (as opposed to that of language or vehicle design) does not take place at the level of the individual organism as is usually portrayed, but at the level of the gene, defined for clarity as a portion of DNA that produces a specific effect – brown eyes, for instance, or a strong bond with a sibling. While it is the organism that survives and reproduces, it does so at the bidding of a huge collection of genes, many of which have some impact on how effectively the organism survives or reproduces. The “selfish” bit arises with the perspective that the gene itself may be competing against others to replicate, and the overall organism is involved only because it’s the primary way that genes can replicate, whether it’s a complicated multicellular organism like humans or just a bacterium. The propagation of the organism is the propagation of every gene it carries, and these change frequently.

Now, it’s easy to consider this almost semantics; the genes collectively produce a particular phenotype (body plan, if you will) and it is this phenotype that produces the interactions that allow survival and reproduction. So is it the gene that survives, or the organism? Take your pick – as long as you understand that the gene is the point of variability for any organism, the distinction matters little. But this highlights a peculiar aspect of this book that I felt grossly detracts from the understanding of the whole process, and that is Dawkins’ frequent reliance on personifying language throughout, even displayed in the title.

Evolution by natural selection is a simple algorithm: any gene that increases the chances of an organism surviving and reproducing stands a greater chance of replicating than a gene that does not, and this is of course a scale – not a yes/no situation, but a good/better one. It’s also a tendency, subject to variations that average out rather than some kind of firm rule – there is nothing that says an organism will always reproduce, given a certain gene, only that chances may be improved. The gene, just a collection of molecules that trigger certain effects during cell division, is not trying to do anything and has no desire or goal to replicate – it just happens, and happens more when conditions favor it, so such a gene becomes more prevalent among a population of organisms. It is a strictly physical thing, like water running downhill and forming a trickle, then a stream, over the molecules’ tendency to form weak bonds with one another and gather in the large groups we call “drops” and “rivers.”

Throughout the book, however, Dawkins’ uses the language of what the gene wants, or that it is trying to survive – and that it can even be called “selfish.” From time to time he corrects the impression, clearly using it for illustrative purposes, but I found this to be a huge disservice to the whole idea of natural selection. Moreover, I did not find that it clarified things in the slightest, and could easily cause the reader to forget that there is no genetic goal, simply the path of greatest replication. Analogies are unavoidable when trying to explain the process, but some give a realistic impression, while others can cause great misunderstandings or outright confusion. Not to mention providing a grab-bag of quote-mining material for those who have an agenda to discredit evolution, something that Dawkins, of all people, should be aware of.

While this aspect of the book was far too prevalent, I don’t want it to detract from the rest, which is a solid and insightful examination of the process of selection. It’s easy to think that evolution is a binary live/die gamble, or even a reproduce/fail one, but there are numerous tiny divisions within, such as the efficiency in which an organism may operate – one that reproduces using less resources may spend less time foraging and thus have more time to reproduce, or one that avoids predators without taking the time to hide (camouflage) can gather more food. Thus the gene’s influence might be minuscule, but tiny improvements are better than none at all. Dawkins also examines what he calls the extended phenotype, or consider it the external phenotype if it helps: the ways in which an organism affects its environment or interacts with others. One of his examples is the caddisfly, which doesn’t grow a protective shell like many other species, but has the instinct to collect material and glue it together into an armored house. The glue produced, and the effort necessary, likely takes less resources than growing a shell would, especially if the species does not get sufficient calcium in its diet to extrude such a structure. The same may be said for hermit crabs, which take advantage of unused shells produced by other organisms and obtain significant protection from a simple behavioral trait and slightly specialized abdomens. Then there are the fascinating examples of symbiosis – two organisms operating to mutual benefit, such as large fish and various cleaner shrimp. The fish get rid of parasites by tolerating the attention of the shrimp, and the shrimp avoid being eaten by both those that they are cleaning and any smaller fish that wouldn’t venture within range of the larger. The key point within is that neither species plans this set of affairs, or even thinks about it – it came about because, of all the variations in behavior that may have ever popped up due to a gene’s affect on a developing brain, this one worked better.

Game theory wasn’t a well-known field of study when Dawkins added the chapter that examined one particular concept at length, usually called the “Prisoners’ Dilemma” (which I don’t want to write out here, so please use that link if you’re not familiar with it.) The idea is that a variation of the game could be applied towards evolution in selecting genes that produce behavioral traits – essentially, it is possible to model how natural selection will guide organisms towards social behavior, or parasitism, and so on. Despite the length of this section, however, there were three distinct things that I found missing. The first was that the ‘payoff’ always remained the same, never experimenting with, for instance, a much higher payoff for ‘selfish’ behavior, while it seems obvious that environmental variables would on occasion produce this. The second was that Dawkins never really translated the factors of the game into the actual process of selection – how would a gene ‘decide’ to be ‘selfish,’ and this reiterates the problem of analogies with intention. Moreover, the gene is not the thing that produces the variable, it is the variable, the ‘choice’ already made. To be more specific, the gene may duplicate faithfully, duplicate with an error, or be altered when combined with others during sexual reproduction – the resulting gene is the variable that may be selected for or against.

The third thing I found missing was that genes generally produce, not a behavior or overall ‘personality’ of the organism, but a response to a specific trigger – to use one of Dawkins’ examples, the urge for a parent bird to stuff food into a gaping mouth, and not always of its own progeny. This behavior being unspecific left an opening for a linked behavior in cuckoos, that of laying its eggs in the nests of other birds. The cuckoo is freed from child-rearing, the other bird is incapable of recognizing or resisting the usurper. It seems likely that a gene may arise among the other birds (individually among species of course,) allowing them to recognize interlopers, and thus their efforts will be put towards raising their own young – this gene could spread very rapidly, while the cuckoo might even go extinct. As I am fond of pointing out here, we humans also have specific behaviors with triggers, such as finding kittens cute. This does nothing whatsoever for our survival, but might be a niche that domestic cats have fallen into, finding an unspecific trait of ours that favors babies (of any species) and increasing their own survival and reproduction in the process. We can also be both selfish and cooperative; such traits are not overriding personalities, but responses to conditions – often in ways that don’t provide any distinct benefit. It doesn’t have to work to our benefit all of the time, just enough of the time to beat out the other gene variants that pop up in our population.

One of the few useful aspects of philosophy, as far as I’m concerned, is in the application of new perspectives and approaches to established (or even assumed) ideas, and Dawkins demonstrates that he’s a adherent of this aspect. Aside from the main concept of the book, and the ‘extended phenotype’ that he devoted another book to, Dawkins introduces (in a chapter added in 1989) the meme here. A meme is a coherent idea: a current fad, or George Washington’s ability to tell a lie, or indeed, captioning cat photos with inept phonetic grammar. What he proposes is that memes display a form of evolution in themselves, able to replicate throughout a culture and changing as they do so. Some die out quickly, some last for a long time; some change form drastically over the period of their ‘lives,’ and some remain almost entirely the same. Obviously, the ones that last have something that makes us want to repeat them, and so fit into a particular niche in the environment of our culture.

It’s an interesting analogy, but it remains only an analogy; memes are not an organism, even an abstract one, and have few if any properties in common. Here Dawkins’ reliance on language of intent and desire works to support the meme concept (and yes, “meme” is a meme itself, one that has evolved in a curious direction,) but consideration from a different perspective causes it all to fall flat. As I examined in another post, we are a species that forms coherent ideas about things, not just observing the world around us but extrapolating into properties, effects, and consequences; it is the very nature of what we consider abstract thought. And we’re not the only species to do so, as numerous experiments demonstrate, so the best we can say is that we possess this trait to a higher degree than we have been able to find in any other organism. Thus, memes are simply artifacts of our thinking processes, the ability to see (or create) patterns and, more importantly, the internal mechanism that makes us consider them important – sometimes they are, enough to make the trait useful, but not always. The survival of the “Obama is a muslim” meme doesn’t make it function in any way, it merely demonstrates that enough people want something to validate their petty prejudices, or are influenced by repetition, a side-effect of our social tendencies – “if this many others believe it, then I should too.” Memes might tell us something about how we conceive of them, or their evolution might present some insight into what we find appealing, but then again, it’s not like this is a new avenue of research. At best, they are a demonstration of how easy it is for our brains to latch onto inconsequential concepts.

One of the more interesting perspectives introduced, in another added chapter, was that of the biological bottleneck. Species that reproduce through a single cell (which is most of them, the zygote that undergoes cell division into a fully-developed offspring) are what translates the selfish gene into the optimized organism. If, for instance, an organism reproduced by dividing every one of its cells just once, in effect producing a clone of itself, no cell is necessarily related or linked to any other – any gene reproduction error (which is the key to genetic diversity) doesn’t replicate through the organism, and the cell becomes the hinge point of evolution. The reach of the gene is much shorter, the effect exponentially smaller. Speciation, however, would likely be far more diverse, if much slower. The “one copy” bottleneck means the genes must work in an environment of all others, and very likely produced the complex organisms we see all around us. Individual cell evolution is indeed visible, in the plethora of microbes that inhabit the planet, but these compete far more than they cooperate, and cohesiveness is nonexistent. It also serves to define the difference between ‘organism,’ where the affect of one gene can influence all others, and ‘environment,’ where individualism is the norm.

For someone unfamiliar with either evolution or genetics and wanting to remedy this, The Selfish Gene is not the choice to make. The book instead assumes a certain familiarity with at least the basics to introduce some new perspectives and details, and for those with prior knowledge, it provides some nicely detailed research, insights, and plenty of thought-provoking material. The deliberate language therein, as mentioned above, requires the constant mental reminder of it being illustrative, and translation into the actual selective process, something that the book could likely have done without. In addition, Dawkins is meticulous in many ways, and in establishing support for any aspect therein the writing can get slightly heavy – it is not a quick read, but a considered one, allowing time to absorb various details. In comparison to The God Delusion, this one doesn’t quite drive the title concept home as distinctly. It remains quite an interesting read, but doesn’t tie itself into a coherent whole as well as it might have.

In the opening of this review, I mentioned something about irony. Dawkins addressed the book towards a particular idea: that the previous concepts of the organism as the ‘currency’ of evolution was a mistaken assumption, and it was the gene that formed the real variable. Moreover, the gene could only ‘consider’ its own survival, and this singular, tiny point of selection provided everything that we see from living organisms. Yet, most genes survive only in the context of others, and reproduce only in the context of the organism, and rely themselves on the energy exchanges of biochemistry; the selfish gene perspective is a selective one in itself, requiring even the idea that a gene possesses any attitude. Like the gene that makes a cuckoo exploit the tendency in birds to feed any gaping mouth, they exist and survive only due to environmental factors; if birds were able/willing to differentiate their own young from interlopers, the gene to lay eggs in others’ nests would have died out immediately. In attempting to correct an assumption, Dawkins introduced one that stands correction itself. However, the book covers much more ground than its title premise, and saves itself because of that.

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