I know, I know, I go from bugs to snakes – more of a lateral move instead of an improvement, but chill; something else may be coming soon.
I see about one of these a year, and it seems to be about this time, too. I’m not aware of anything that would make rough green snakes (Opheodrys aestivus) appear in early autumn, so I’m going to guess this is only coincidental. I found it in the exact same location as the black rat snake earlier this year, too – fences overgrown with vines are ideal spots for snakes. But not so much for getting the best photos, so I captured this one and set it loose for the photo session in the dog fennel plants in the open yard. These are the same plants that have been hosting so many of the arthropod photos that I’ve posted earlier, and they served their purpose amazingly well.
Rough green snakes ‘know’ that they blend in much better in foliage than on the ground, and tend to seek height when threatened, even if the ground offers plenty of hiding spots, so this one moved quickly into the upper reaches of the fern-like plant. Since the plants run about 2 1/2 meters (8 ft) tall, this meant my subject was a little above me but not out of reach, and sealed off from escape by my presence below, so I was able to shoot dozens of frames. The down side of this is that the stalks are very slender and flexible; the negligible weight of the snake didn’t affect things too much, but the stiff breeze did, and the snake continually swayed in and out of focus. But my position beneath the snake allowed me to get some nice sky color in the frames, and some interesting positions as well.
I was still on manual flash settings from chasing insects, so I made some hasty adjustments to the light level and balanced it adequately to the ambient sunlight. I suspect no small number of photographers can see that supplemental lighting was used – there wouldn’t be this much light available when shooting from the underside towards the bright sky – but I don’t think it’s so harsh that it looks wrong. The biggest telltale is the shadow of its own head thrown onto the first curve of the body, but had you noticed that before I mentioned it?
One thing that the setting doesn’t provide is any sense of scale at all, so I resorted to my usual trick – I think there are more photographs of my left forefinger, followed closely by the neighboring thumb, than there are of my face. This is certainly true of the images that I’ve taken, but perhaps this is not especially profound.
You’re not looking at a juvenile specimen, by the way, but a full-grown adult – this one is about average size, and roughly 60 cm (2 ft) in length. They have a distinctively slender profile, with very little change in girth throughout their length, which lets them blend in with vines and even the tall grasses. The only defense exhibited, aside from trying to dart away quickly, was the typical snakely trait of pooping on me; this is a memorable odor that’s very hard to get rid of, and I think I might have preferred that it tried biting instead.
Notable, to me at least, was that this is one of the few I’ve found who appeared to be free of battle scarring on its body. Many adult snakes display scars and wounds from encounters, either with predators or prey, and to my experience this holds especially true of rough green snakes, but this one showed only the slightest evidence of such, which was a tiny scar along its jaw. I’ll let you decide if this is talent, luck, or charm; it certainly was none the worse from its encounter with me, since I set it loose back where I had first found it when I was done. My last pics also netted something that is more difficult than you might imagine, which is catching the tongue out. This is a very brief display most times, often retracted by the time the shutter can be tripped, and snakes rarely do it when they feel threatened, so usually this has to be captured as they’re disappearing into cover, like it was here. The tiny hook-shaped scar can just be made out underneath the eye.
And so, another experiment. I am putting up a handful of introductory podcasts, to try and determine if there’s the faintest interest. This was based on a recommendation from, I believe, a blogger on Scientific American, and while I’m not entirely sold on the idea yet, I’m willing to give it a try. So I recorded a few previous posts and linked them below.
I can say that such ‘casts will almost always be on topics about critical thinking, because obviously I can’t illustrate anything I might talk about regarding nature photography, and even the other topics cannot have links attached. In most cases I’ll include a transcript, because I’m going to have to type it all up anyway – I won’t torture anyone (more than normally) by having them listen to my attempts to form a coherent sentence spontaneously. It’s bad enough that I’m using cheap equipment, but at least I have a halfway-decent editing program to remove the glitches and long pauses. The variations in recording level come from shifting how I was holding the microphone, which in future will be mounted someplace appropriate.
So at the very least, click on the introduction below:
If that wasn’t too painful, you can check out the other posts below. I’ve included links to the originals, so you can follow along and even use them to teach your children how to read – if you’re as cavalier about the use of language as I am, anyway. That does serve as a warning to anyone not using headphones, because the nasty words are preserved intact.
Feedback is welcome, most especially if you have any difficulty listening, and suggestions for improvements will be duly considered (including, “Dear god, stop, for the love of all that is holy!” Couching it in such religious terms will not help it be considered positively, however.) You can leave comments on this post, or reach me directly using the Contact page.
And so, my choice of first podcasts: “To make magic – disappear!” from January 2012, kind of a skeptic’s manifesto.
I’ve had this topic sitting in the background of any number of posts, and have been meaning to address it in detail for at least a year. In the wake of even more muslim-related violence and a long string of christian hand-wringing, now is as good a time as any.
While I’m going to concentrate on the big two which display this so readily, feel free to notice how often it comes up in any other religion. Let’s face reality: fear is an overriding facet of both christianity and islam. And I’m not talking about the fear of ultimate consequences, but exactly the opposite: the fear that there aren’t any at all, and that it’s all just utter bullshit. This is demonstrated so often that I think we’re used to it, and never realize just what it says, but think about it: if someone really believes they are on the side of ultimate good and an almighty creator, what could they possibly have to fear? Shouldn’t they be the most mellow and confident people to be found? Would they possess the slightest desire to force their will on anyone else, or even fret about the number of “bad” people in the world? Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what those immortal consequences are supposed to be all about?
Yet, this is far too frequently not what we see at all. When muslims leap into apeshit riots over cartoons and propaganda films and some redneck sheepfucker burning qur’ans, what exactly is driving this behavior? When millions of neurotic christians chew their nails over gay marriage and teaching evolution in school, what are they worrying about? Isn’t christianity a strong enough argument on its own? But no, we deal with these on a constant basis because, very bluntly, they’re scared out of their minds. It’s far too easy to see their religion as just another ancient myth in a world that was once full of them, but has no need of them any longer. While one might logically think that supreme beings would be exceptionally easy to prove to someone, the very fact that they’re not is not only rather damning, it is precisely why any devout radical feels the drive to protest, to bully, to force, and to outright kill. They have no other means at their disposal. These are nothing but temper tantrums of insecurity.
To be sure, there have been countless attempts to build a Potemkin’s Village to disguise this fear, from the incessant whining that anyone’s choice of religion should be respected to the mountains of sophistry that excuse the lack of proof or evidence or even reason. All of this says, very distinctly, “I don’t have anything to convince you, so I need to find a way to dodge this failure.”
None of this really works. Sophistry is unconvincing to everyone except those that already want to be convinced, but much worse, radicalism is the worst recruiting tool and the worst argument to which mankind has ever resorted. Nearly everyone knows about the existence of the book, Satanic Verses, and they know only because the Ayatollah Khomeini had a hissy fit over it, which did more for promoting it than anything the author or publisher could have. Burning a qur’an only demonstrates that you’re scared of it – if it really wasn’t of any concern, why bother? It would be like burning a book of Greek mythology. And of course, all of those who wail about “Hollywood agendas” and conspiracies to take away their faith aren’t attracting a lot of people who idolize such views. Not to mention how little it says about their ability to recognize agendas…
The potential of the self-fulfilling prophecy is quite large, as well. While muslims are being overreactive and paranoid whenever they voice the fear that christians are forcing their will on others, violent demonstrations and attacks of US embassies become increasingly more likely to merit armed response – which simply confirms their fears, especially when such a vocal percentage here insists that this is a christian country. And christians in the US who continue to try and push through legislation granting them special privilege, in recognition of their magnificent accomplishment in donning a cross, will see more and more court cases denying this. To small minds, anything that denies christian dominance is denying christianity, donchaknow. It is rather astounding how being among the majority in this country still leads to martyr complexes. Curiously, this works very well for the religious leaders throughout the world who need righteous indignation to propel their flock towards radical actions. Who better to manipulate than a class of people who are taught that they are being oppressed, and that answers should be mysterious, and that blind faith is a virtue? Even the preferred use of “flock” doesn’t seem to register…
Censorship, of any kind, is a response solely of fear, open admission that knowledge is dangerous to someone’s ideology. Banning books and promoting religious persecution and even having ‘special’ schools and colleges is evidence that people know they cannot win the debate of free ideas. Every time these have appeared throughout history, it has never been to promote better behavior or standards; it has been an attempt to control the populace, and to mask the failures of the current regimes.
Also notably, it has never succeeded. While free expression might be reduced, usually with the application of force, thought cannot be. One of the very reasons that freedom of expression, and freedom of religion, is incorporated into the governing documents of this country is that it was established long before that repression would not work – and that repression was extremely likely in any kind of religiously-backed government. The only way to create a strong society (and I have to grin at this) is by natural selection: in the competition among countless ideologies and approaches, only the most beneficial can survive. There will always be those who wish to tip the scales in their favor by finding ways to push away the better competitors, and by this shall we know them.
Now, to play devil’s advocate. Could the exact same motivations be applied to my post here? Could it be said that atheists and humanists fear religion, and therefore want to suppress it? Wouldn’t atheism survive the competition of ideologies if it were better, and therefore need no argument or support? And I admit, these are good questions. I feel obligated to point out that blog posts, and public speaking and publishing books, are not really comparable to violence, suppression, censorship, or legislative pressuring, much less special schools or selecting the information that people can access – free speech does not mean shutting up, curiously enough. Promoting a viewpoint is exactly what that ‘natural selection of beneficial ideologies’ requires.
So, won’t atheism and/or humanism thrive on their own without the need of leverage? Admittedly, this remains to be seen, and while I can point out that the numbers of non-religious people are rising, they’re still a far cry from demonstrating popular acceptance. Yet much of what I draw attention to herein is not just the social structure that has been built up around religion over the centuries, causing people to believe that age and tradition are meaningful (and recall ‘faith’ and ‘virtue’ above,) but also the subconscious appeals of religion, or at least certain aspects. To all indications that I have seen, religion is structured (subconsciously for the most part) to take advantage of various traits and desires that we gained over the millennia. This doesn’t make it beneficial, any more than eating rich foods is, despite our desire to do so; succumbing to desires, and acting in a beneficial manner, are two (often wildly opposed) things. If this can merely be pointed out and result in a better approach, that’s the selection process at work again.
It also bears noting that ‘religion’ is only prominent when we use such an overreaching term – the vast number of competing sects and denominations throughout human experience demonstrates that only broad generalizations can be credited with the appeal of religion in the first place. Just like how sports tribalism is very common, but this doesn’t mean everyone supports the Red Sox. There is an automatic association of the word ‘religion’ to someone’s own devotion, deliberately ignoring the countless other practices worldwide that are the wrong religions. While most people can look at other devotions, sects, and observances and enumerate all of the bad behaviors within, from a standpoint of what’s beneficial and what isn’t, somehow they rarely ever apply this to their own…
Finally, is the effort (by atheist/humanists/etc.) to demote religious influence a sign of fear? And to that I can only respond personally, but I will say:yes, it is. I have seen enough of human nature to know that we do not always act in our own best interests, and most especially not always from reasoned and rational choices. It is remarkably easy to find a method of appealing to someone’s base emotions, and thus manipulate them through this. I am constantly scared of such things – as well as annoyed, disgusted, and outright angry over them. But again, this is not the fear that a humanist standpoint cannot compete against any particular religion, and therefore those religions must be suppressed, but the fear that far too many people will not even allow themselves to contemplate such a standpoint, and ignore critical thinking in favor of emotional supplication. And so at the very least, my own efforts are towards presenting the case as distinctly as possible, so that the free exchange of ideas can actually take place. This is a far cry from attempting to silence others, or block competing information – it is, in fact, the exact opposite.
Most likely a white-banded crab spider (Misumenoides formosipes) with an unidentified hymenoptera. Good luck for the spider, bad luck for the bee. Taken on a shamrock plant that The Girlfriend’s Younger Sprog had obtained this past March. And since she doesn’t like spiders, probably better that she’s at college now…
A few years back, I rode with a friend who had a speaking GPS. As we exited the interstate to get gas, the functional female voice said, “Off trail.” But then we turned left onto the overpass and crossed the interstate, provoking the voice to update us with, “On trail… off trail,” with barely a pause in between. Credit for picking up on our brief position above the interstate, but negative points for failing to realize we were traveling sideways. And now I have to wonder how high we could go directly above the interstate, lifted by a helicopter perhaps, before the GPS informed us we were off trail again. There’s a cute movie scene in there somewhere.
Anyway, we’re going off trail here.
I have no clue how apparent this might be to anyone familiar with this blog (if such a person exists,) but many years ago, I was a role-playing gamer. Yes, I had my bulky collection of AD&D books and gaming dice, dog-eared character sheets and Dorito-stained fingers (and thus Dorito-stained character sheets, though to be honest, Doritos were a lot less powdery then, one of the few ways in which us old folk had it better.)
So, I can thoroughly enjoy DM of the Rings, a brilliant mixture of stills from the Lord of the Rings movies and captions from a fictional attempt to role-play the storyline. I’ve had this link for years, probably before I started the blog, but just revisited it and decided it needed more sharing. For anyone unfamiliar with such sessions, Shamus Young nailed it. Nobody that I ever met was entirely focused and locked into role-playing, but nearly everyone had their ability to sidetrack, disrupt, and outright destroy whatever campaign had been meticulously planned by the DM (dungeon master,) the one person who knew all the secrets. And Shamus expresses the other traits, too: forget the satisfaction of completing a campaign or successfully figuring out the mystery – the players are motivated by treasure, increased character levels, and yes, the pathetic idea of implied sex. People in real life would be delighted to spend a few days in the woods and never encounter anything even remotely dangerous, but that is irritating beyond all measure in the role-playing realm. “Give me something to kill!” is a cry that I’ve heard more than a few times.
Yet, the primary skill of a good DM is being able to cope with the inventive ways that the players will thwart your plans – sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. Also important is an extreme tolerance of going off track.
I got my timing down the other day, and caught a set of lady beetle eggs as they hatched. The eggs are 1.2mm in length – yes, I have a loupe with a micrometer scale – so the details you’re seeing here are pretty fine. As you can see, the larva are visible through the translucent shells.
Hatching isn’t quick by any stretch, but it can still happen entirely while you’re inside eating lunch – the timing between these two photos is 51 minutes. The different appearance of the background is from using both a different position and different settings for each. For the second, I opened up the aperture a stop to f16, dropped the shutter speed to 1/80 second, and got the (very bright) blue sky in the background dimly. Most of the lighting comes from the flash, but some of the ambient color of the sky came through with those changes. This is definitely pushing the envelope of useful settings for macro work, especially at this high a magnification. I was unable to get a tripod into a useful position, so this was handheld, and at 1/80 second it’s actually very easy to twitch the camera enough during the brief time the shutter is open to have blur show up in the image. The flash duration is extremely short and will produce a sharp image, but anything else bright enough to come through without the flash’s assistance, such as sunlight reflections, can streak in the image, producing a bizarre effect.
Now, for some pointers. Both of these images were obtained with non-standard means. I used a Mamiya 45mm f2.8 lens intended for the M645 series of medium-format cameras, mounted to my Canon EOS Digital Rebel (300D) camera by means of a reversing ring. This is a simple and very inexpensive metal ring that has the standard Canon lens mount on one side, and threads to fit the filter mount of the Mamiya lens on the other; this means the lens mounts backward onto the camera body. By using a wide-angle focal length like 45 or 35mm, you produce a very-high magnification macro lens with a surprisingly low amount of distortion. You can do this with any make of wider-angle lens, but the best results that I’ve achieved by far have been with the Mamiyas. In my cases here, I boosted the magnification even more by using them on a 20mm extension tube, between the adapter ring and camera.
Of course, there is no autofocus, and in fact no focus at all; since the lens in intended to produce a sharp image on the image plane (where the sensor or film sits,) by using it backwards you have one fixed distance where everything is in sharp focus. Even twisting the focus ring does almost nothing – I just keep it locked at infinity since that’s where the highest depth of field is achieved. There is also no aperture control from the camera; the lever that closes the aperture is pointing out the new front of the lens at your subject. And the EOS line has electronic aperture control anyway so it simply won’t do anything with any lens not intended for this. Trust me when I say that you do not want to shoot anything with the lens wide open at f2.8, the default of the lens, because depth-of-field is too short to see anything not perfectly flat to the camera. Even at f16, you can see from the second photo that DOF is somewhere around 2mm or less.
What to do, what to do? Well, with any lens intended for mechanically-controlled apertures, there’s a lever or pin on the body-side of the lens (now pointed towards your subject) that closes the aperture down. All you really need to do is push this lever over to close the aperture, right before you trip the shutter. Seen here, my left forefinger sits atop the pin ready to close it down when I get sharp focus. The M645 lenses have another option, which is a manual/auto switch on the side which will also close down the aperture – this is sometimes easier than putting your finger in front of the lens.
You can also see the flash rig I use. This is a Bogen/Manfrotto 330B Macro Bracket (also seen here) which allows a fairly wide range of flash positions with the swing arms and tilting camera platform, and it can even mount onto a tripod. Since the focusing point of a reversed lens is very close to the end of the lens, the flash must be positioned where it can illuminate the subject effectively – leaving it in a normal position on the hot shoe atop the camera will almost certainly result in blocking the light with the body of the lens. The flash is attached via an off-camera cord to the camera, allowing for TTL work, though there’s a good chance with the camera receiving no information about the aperture setting, TTL flash will not work at all. I’m simply shooting at manual output here; the Metz 40 MZ-3i strobe is manually adjustable over a wide light range. A few experiments told me what power I needed for any f-stop. For some subjects, a diffuser or small softbox may work a lot better.
I’ve also done no small amount of work with a Mamiya 80mm macro lens, again for the M645 line, this time mounted in the proper orientation. This lens requires an extension-tube specially made for Mamiya lenses to achieve the macro ‘standard’ of 1:1 ratio.
Let me digress here a moment. 1:1 ratio is often considered “true” macro, and what it means is it produces an exact-size replica on the film/sensor. Take a photo on slide film of a coin and lay it alongside the coin itself, and they will be the same size. While this is much better than 1:2 or 1:4 ratios, basically, it’s almost meaningless. You’re going to reproduce the image in a print or digital usage in some other size anyway, so what’s adequate for your subject is enough. For the egg photos above, I’m achieving a lot more than 1:1, and it’s necessary to see something that small.
The 80mm macro, while not producing as high a magnification as the reversed 45mm, allows a better working distance, which can help with spooky subjects. Looming over insects with the camera and flash rig can often scare them off, or even to the opposite side of the leaf, so sometimes the greater working distance is necessary. I can also leave the flash mounted to the hot shoe with this lens because of that (granted, the flash head does angle downwards slightly if needed, and it is.) Because the aperture lever is now buried behind the adapter, I have to use the manual/auto switch to close the aperture, but it can be easily reached with my left thumb.
It is possible to buy adapters specifically for mounting M645 lenses to EOS bodies, but they’re more expensive than they really need to be, unless you have a camera that requires focus confirmation through the lens (every camera that I’ve seen allows this to be shut off in the custom functions, but my knowledge is by no means exhaustive.) I took the cheap route, however. I drilled out a Mamiya lens-base cap so it was more of a ring, and mounted it with epoxy to a reversing ring of a matching size – total cost about six dollars. The reversing ring is easily distinguished in The Girlfriend’s photo here, being darker than the base cap, while the base cap is reflecting my arm faintly right at image center; everything else is the Mamiya lens itself (actually, the Mamiya extension tube is sits between the base cap and the silver ring, and the manual/auto switch is visible right alongside my thumb.) If you do this, it helps to make a few reference points before gluing the bits together, so the lens is oriented the way you want it when it mounts to the camera.
Mamiya lenses are surprisingly affordable on the used market, well under half of what a dedicated macro lens for current digital cameras cost, and even more versatile. They’re remarkably sharp, and sturdy – that also means heavy, so bear this in mind when constructing your mount. While I’m used to it, The Girlfriend actually finds my rigs here too heavy to wield effectively.
There’s something else that you may have noticed in the two photos showing the full camera rigs: a little white doodad on a gooseneck. This is a device of my own manufacture, a three-LCD flashlight that can get strapped to the flash. Many of my photo subjects are active at night, so being able to see them is important, and no headlamp will throw light past the camera onto a close subject. The gooseneck light can be aimed right at the sweet spot of focus, making sharp images a whole lot easier; it’s even bright enough to work in shadowy areas in the daylight. Believe me, this is soooo handy for macro work, and it will increase your sex appeal and bring harmonious concord to the universe. Or am I overselling it?
I came across this image in my stock yesterday and liked the abstract that could be created from a tight crop, especially since I missed prime focus.
Of course you recognized this as the fingers of a ring-tailed lemur, taken while visiting the Duke Lemur Center in Durham, NC. It just goes to show you that even with appropriate subjects, I just can’t do “cute.”
A related story: While trying to do a close portrait of another lemur up against the fence, it refused (in a very ADHD way) to maintain eye contact. After the third time that it looked away and couldn’t be entreated to look back by the squeaks and chirps I was emitting, I reached up and touched its toes where they protruded through the fence. It spun and looked at me in apparent shock, and I managed a quick photo before it turned away again. When I performed this same perfidious act again, it fixed me with another look for a mere moment, then spun rapidly and pressed it back firmly against the fence. I was feeling undeniably snubbed (and having flashbacks of my dating years,) when our guide started laughing. “Now you have to follow through,” he told us.
“What?” I asked.
“He wants his back scratched,” our guide said, and I complied, producing the most appreciative look I’ve ever received from a lemur as he wriggled and grooved against the fence separating us. Granted, the number of looks I’ve received from lemurs is a particularly short list.
A curious thought. As can be seen from the photo, lemurs have evolved away from using their nails for either digging or defense, and human fingernails are heading in the same direction, already weak and receded. In a few thousand years, we’re liable to be needing our own backs scratched, so let’s hope dogs and cats will be developing some manual dexterity in that time…
“O great and glorious spider god dwelling in the web atop the holy cypress, predator of all that it chitiny, please accept this humble offering from a most loyal servant, as evidence of my everlasting devotion, and listen with a kind ear and gracious heart to my fervent prayers, to make that giant sumbitch nature photographer go away…”
This is an extension of some thoughts that came up from doing this post, and highlights a sudden realization that I had. While I’m embarrassed that I never tumbled to it before, at least consciously, it’s also something that I suspect a lot of people never recognize. I’ve made it part of the “But How?” series because understanding it requires doing away with a perspective that fails to adequately explain it; by understanding the biological basis, so much of our behavior makes a hell of a lot more sense. So let’s look at emotions.
While it’s not particularly subtle, many people never realize that religion is heavily tied to emotions, so much so that emotional reactions are actually used to prove that god exists – epiphany, awe, euphoria, and so on. And there’s a common conception that science somehow dictates that emotions shouldn’t exist (at the bottom of that list.) I suspect the latter stems from a misunderstanding, which I’ll cover shortly.
My approach with these posts is to show how a world without a creator or intelligent guiding force actually makes more sense, and serves to explain numerous aspects that we can readily witness. Those who believe in a soul, or a special detached sense of self apart from the mere physical existence of our brains, always refer to emotions of one kind or another as demonstrations of this mind/brain (or body/self) duality. Yet, we know that emotions can be provoked in simple ways, and altered even more easily – drugs, for example, and pain, and there’s even support for chocolate contributing to this (great – now I’m hungry.) And emotions make perfect sense in a biological entity, provided that no one tries to elevate their function into something transcendent. When a bird seeks a mate and starts their courtship displays, have they been taught to do so? No, we understand that this is instinctual – but the mistake that is often made is that the bird is doing this as an automaton, performing actions without any thought behind it. This is partially because we believe that conscious thought sits entirely apart from ‘instinctual’ demands. Yet the bird, when danger threatens, abandons such displays in favor of taking flight. Both of these are simply encouragements in the brain towards certain behaviors – not the brain acting as a puppet master per se, but making suggestions that this would be a good thing to do, and often providing rewards for doing so. That’s what emotions do.
When we finish a puzzle or solve a mystery, we’re pleased, sometimes even elated. Why? What purpose does this serve? When we see an attractive person, we get a positive boost, even when our relationship situation is stable and quite satisfying. Why? This makes no sense. When someone takes our food from the work fridge, we’re pissed – even though it amounts to only a mild inconvenience. Feel free to construct the elaborate mechanism that permits religion to explain these while we proceed.
All of these reactions within prod us towards behavior that helps us survive. They’re not what we consider cognitive thought, yet they’re inextricably tied to such, because they provide the motives behind our behaviors and decisions. Nobody sits down weighing the options of when it’s a good time to reproduce; instead, we weigh the factors that say, “Not now,” because the drive to reproduce is near-constant. We hear a baby crying, even when it’s not ours, and have the compulsion to stop it, though it serves no advantage to us – except perhaps for our nerves. But then again, why does this get on our nerves? ‘Instinct’ is the name we often give to the internal chemical reactions to certain external stimuli. We don’t think, in these cases, we react. Demonstrate, in any way that you like, that this is different from the courtship display of birds.
As indicated above, we don’t follow these blindly, and often countermand their influences when our conscious thought recognizes the limitations of following them. This is the important distinction that needs to be made when we speak in terms of the biological ‘design.’ Natural selection helps promote the beneficial changes that occur to existing biological structures, because that’s all that it can do, and no goal or end product is in sight – only what helps the organism survive to pass on those traits. It’s inexact, especially when conditions change far faster than genetic variations can be accepted throughout a populace (e.g., the last couple thousand years of ‘civilization.’) Biologists and sociologists that discuss the tendencies towards polygamous [one husband, multiple wives] behavior in humans run into a lot of mental resistance to the idea because our cultures dictate otherwise now, but eons ago when our survival was highly questionable, it was perhaps a very functional urge to possess. That it no longer applies now is not a condemnation of any existing tendencies; nor is it indicative that this is what we’re supposed to do. Yet if we recognize this heritage, we understand why, for instance, men and women often display different attitudes towards relationships (I hasten to add that this particular topic is still speculative to a degree.)
Emotions, however, are basic things. The simple criteria that provokes them means that they can take effect at times when they serve no purpose, and might even be counterproductive. Remember, evolution provides a net gain, not necessarily a constant one. Feeling emotional over something could be important, or it could just as easily, perhaps much more likely, be a ‘misfire’ from the simplicity of the triggers. Cute animals mean absolutely nothing for our survival – but cute babies do. Getting aroused by an exotic dancer is distinctly pointless, but it’s useful if they really do want to have sex – at least, from the perspective of the several million years that we had to survive before we’d created dollars to stuff into garters. While emotions are important overall, they’re not important every time they arise.
And yes, they compete sometimes – when triggers are simple, it’s easy to find something that can trigger more than one emotional reaction, even when they seem contradictory. It’s safe to say that people struggle with such things frequently, as the feelings that we have to obey parents fights with the drive to be independent, or have sex. Perhaps it arises with the realization that something is wrong clashing with the desire for community cohesiveness, and the negativity over standing out, which may prod someone towards not addressing the problem (think “cult” if it helps, but it happens much more often than that.) Emotions aren’t much of a guide in such situations, but someone who allows their feelings to take precedent over their rationality not only puts themselves into a conflict that might otherwise be easy to resolve, they’re also likely to be following something that does not apply to the situation, based on a sense of false importance.
Most people that feel emotional at christian revivals assign great significance to these feelings, despite the fact that a muslim attending doesn’t feel a thing. If emotions were special indicators, it stands to reason that they should take effect throughout the species, doesn’t it? And why should they take effect in a revival rather than while brushing our teeth? If strong emotions are indicative of something, then rock concerts and celebrity appearances are important, right? The Tarheels going all the way is a sign, then? Well, sure – they’re all a sign that emotions can be provoked from tribalism, community interaction, and even expectations. Getting soppy over a romantic movie, a blatant work of fiction intended to exploit emotions, shows us the strength of the drives we have to relate to one another, and to associate ourselves empathetically. These tendencies are useful for tribal cohesion – but completely misplaced when it comes to mere entertainment. In effect we’re knowingly, and happily, fooling ourselves in lieu of real romance.
This differentiation is where science gets a bad reputation sometimes. While centuries of experience with emotional blindness has demonstrated that interpreting facts and test results accurately is better served by detachment, many people take this to mean that science dictates that emotions are bad. What it really means is that they are not dependable guides – no one has ever, to my knowledge, argued that emotions should be eradicated, and it would be impossible to do so. But the wicked tendency for humans to believe there are only ever two sides to anything doesn’t permit the concept of inaccurate emotions to punch through – “Are they good or bad?” demand the drooling troglodytes with simple brains. They are neither; they just exist. The actions that we are incited to by them are the only things we can consider good or bad.
And that’s indicative of another common mistake. Emotions are goads towards behavior, not ends to themselves. All too frequently we chose to indulge them to receive the internal rewards, as if these are the goals we should be seeking. We are a species of drug addiction, including alcohol, because it provides good feelings, however fleeting. We engage in constant activities that serve no purpose except to spark some reaction, whether it’s skateboarding or chasing loose women or nature photography. Emotional rewards are what we live for, which is fine, but fooling them is fraught with the danger of leading to destructive behavior as well. The very frequent argument that religion is important because it makes people feel good is just as applicable to drug use. And of course, the large number of people that religion doesn’t make feel good somehow isn’t part of the equation. More ironic, however, is the amount of time spent arguing that religion promotes good behavior, which is directly counter to the idea above that religion itself provides the satisfaction. That anyone could engage in good behavior and receive satisfaction from that, eliminating the middleman of religion entirely, doesn’t occur to enough people – probably because the satisfaction isn’t from doing good, but only from bearing a label of such provided by their religion automatically, like a Medal of Honor awarded for joining the club. That, in itself, indicates that emotions are too easy to fool.
Science fiction is riddled with the idea of the thinking robot or machine, a sapient construction that possesses emotions like we do. And it’s not just science fiction, because many people believe this should be the goal of artificial intelligence. It’s pointless in this respect, because emotions are systems that guide us towards a beneficial outcome, something that has already been established when it was decided that a machine needed to be made to accomplish it. Machines have no need to feel if they are tasked only with accomplishing the goal that our feelings have to prod us towards. We think an emotional machine is a high achievement, but this is probably only because we have emotions to relate to what’s similar to ourselves – we’re happier with the idea of an emotional robot than an emotionless machine (or even an indifferent universe.) That this is an emotion in itself that helps keep our attention directed towards our own species is rarely considered. Another bit of irony: since we’re more likely to trust the advice of a ‘feeling’ machine than an unfeeling one, we stand the chance of having to fake emotions in a machine for no reason other than to satisfy our own emotions. If this seems farfetched, tell me what voice your GPS uses…
The most difficult part of all this is determining how and when the influences of our emotions result in behavior that is actually detrimental. Their positive feedback within our thoughts, the very nature of emotions, means that part of our minds already says, “this is good,” and it takes careful examination to determine that it’s not – something that we’re not inclined to do unless we see obvious problems. I don’t have a simple answer to this, save for my experience in pursuing critical thinking and seeing the changes that it made. The knowledge that emotions can be inaccurate is a great start, reducing the idea that they’re important. What might also help is remembering to stop and examine one’s motivations before embarking on any major undertaking. Once we see the flaws in something, the emotional attachment often reduces or vanishes entirely.
Again, this should not be taken to mean that emotions should be disregarded – we could never accomplish this anyway, but even if we tried, we wouldn’t achieve what we’d like. We’re motivated to pursue anything that we do because of emotions, and in many (most?) cases this has positive effect. Everything is, to some extent, self-indulgent – even working our asses off in third-world countries is provoked by empathy, and guilt over unfairness. But even self-indulgence that provides no benefit to others isn’t harmful, as long as it provides no detriment to oneself or others either. There’s nothing bad about feeling good, it just shouldn’t be at the expense of someone else; that we’re so bad about recognizing and following this simple criteria is another example of how emotions aren’t as useful as they should be. But overall, provoking good feelings by building a stronger community, in whatever fashion, is a goal that cannot be argued against.
I need to add something. There is no end of people who see a beautiful sunset, or the elaborate structure of a beehive, and translate their awe into “evidence of god’s touch.” That this was an answer that they wanted to arrive at is obvious, just as obvious as fobbing off terrible things as an ultimately good plan that we cannot fathom, those old “mysterious ways.” However, scientists (and even just those who are really curious) take the same awe from witnessing the same subjects and say, “I wonder why it’s like that?” And then, perhaps, they spend the next five years trying to find out. Every last bit of knowledge that we have was sparked by exactly that kind of awe and curiosity. While the religious person got their personal affirmation, the curious and driven person provided knowledge to the entire race.
So you tell me: who made the most of their emotions?
… but at least, this gives me the excuse to post something furry.
A year ago, The Girlfriend heard something crying outside the open window one night, which led to the discovery that we had four abandoned, semi-feral kittens hanging around. The capture and taming of them was chronicled here, and here, and here, with a special holiday episode here. The two females pictured at left remained with us – Marley, the lynx point named in those posts, and the flame point later christened Castle, both received homes – and so, a quick look at the progress in this past year.
The calitabby-point [front], who started off being referred to as Cali, always had a certain air of aloofness about her, and her first game was actually ‘keepaway’ – she would dart away if anyone tried to reach down to pet her, but would return and keep dashing past, daring someone to make contact. However, perhaps due to The Girlfriend’s initial overtures with the lunchmeat, the two soon bonded. As her adult coat came in, she developed large random patches of dirty coloring, looking for all the world as if she’d been rolling around in a greasy garage, and so her name changed to Kaylee. I’ve watched her get excited at The Girlfriend’s imminent arrival, and she doesn’t seem to mind at all being rocked like a baby while being cuddled, something that The Girlfriend hasn’t left behind yet even though the youngest sprog is a senior in college. Kaylee has also taken it as her duty to help The Girlfriend wake up in the morning, countering the ‘snooze’ button with licking whatever skin she can find, usually the sensitive underarm areas. If you’re familiar with cat tongues, you know this is far more excruciatingly ticklish than it sounds.
The very shy female lynx point tried her damnedest to remain feral, staying hidden as much as possible, spitting and striking at me when I eased her out of her various hiding places. Eventually, I gathered her up in a blanket that they’d all been using for a bed and carried her into the living room, forcing her to stay put while I provided petting. It didn’t take too long before she succumbed to the charms of this and began to realize that humans might have some positive points after all – that’s her totally zonked out in my lap during this taming session. These efforts largely made her “my” cat, and she soon decided that, while I was slumped too far back in the chair working at the computer in the evenings, she would curl up on my chest. That she would need to be supported with one arm for this to be feasible was not a concern of hers, though it did tend to slow down my typing. Unfortunately, the nickname that she’d been given just to differentiate her stuck, and she has remained Little Girl thereafter.
Through the winter, the two engaged in some of the wildest wrestling matches I’ve ever seen from cats, and Little Girl (smaller than Kaylee and apparently from a different litter) would produce ferocious growls worthy of concern, but this seemed to be from her insecurity over being bested by Kaylee – they disappeared almost entirely once she matched Kaylee in size (coincidentally, Kaylee began running away more.) They now have two primary play times, which is first thing in the morning and late at night, where they thunder through the house and treat the throw rugs as toboggans. The Girlfriend, who had never been a cat person before, spoiled them with a well-chosen selection of toys, which I spend a certain amount of time digging out from under the fridge and shelves, yet they still tend to favor the plastic pull tabs from gallon milk jugs. Kaylee, though a spirited wrestler, goes totally apeshit all by herself at times, selecting a toy and doing Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon moves across the living room. She spends more time on her hind legs than any cat I’ve seen, and is convinced that some of those toys are going for her throat. Such a pleasant smile, right? Yeah, don’t fall for it… The most distinctive thing, comparing the older photos with a current one above, is how much their coats have changed. While Kaylee went from nearly pure white to blotchy, Little Girl developed such distinctive tiger markings that her Siamese heritage is almost completely obscured. She is also next to impossible to see at night, which is notable mostly because her trust has flipped 180° and she believes everyone will step around her. Kaylee barely makes a sound, just occasional soft calls if she’s not getting enough attention, but Little Girl talks frequently in trills, and will even hold conversations.
She’s also far too interested in what’s going on when someone lies on the floor with a camera, and thus kept leaving her cute pose to come up and see what I was doing. Kaylee, however, is even less cooperative…