Animal ethics

This one’s been kicking around in my head for a while now, so I finally sat down to order some of the thoughts – put my ducklings in a row, so to speak. For the sake of easier writing, I will be using the term “animal” to simply mean “not human,” even though I am well aware that humans are animals too.

Animal rights, and the ethical treatment of animals, is obviously a subject of enormous contention. Underlying it are a significant number of assumptions that bear examining, if only just to help us understand not only why we personally feel the way we do, but why others may disagree.

Let’s start with the established idea that empathy is a social trait that provokes the cooperation of Homo sapiens amongst ourselves, making us one of many species that works better as a collective than as individuals. We can put ourselves into another’s shoes, feeling their pain and frustrations and identifying with them, because of an internal drive that rewards such – which does sometimes fail. But without it, we would have far more individuality, more competitiveness, and virtually no reason to have friends, neighborhoods, villages, and so on. Some species really are this way – most reptiles, for instance, and quite a few species of insects. I’ll tackle some of the more interesting aspects of the competitiveness that we do have in another post.

Coupled with this, we have the drive to take care of, coddle, and protect infants – I hope the reasons for this are obvious. Again, without it our species would die out rather quickly. We can see the myriad ways that species cope with fetal development in something as simple as an eggshell or a secluded nest, sequestering the vulnerable developing offspring until a time when they can fend for themselves better, and in the protectiveness of mother bears; some fish species even hold their fry within their mouths in times of danger (I am obliged to wonder whether the insides surfaces of their gills are as covered with little stickers as the back windows of many cars that I see.) Humans develop very slowly in comparison to other species, so the drive to nurture must be strong and long-lasting – it won’t work if it only provokes a casual effort in child-rearing.

What becomes interesting is how unspecific this really is. We identify with many other species as well, unwilling to cause them pain or discomfort, and we can get ridiculously soppy over the infants of species that not only have nothing to do with us, but the adults are the very critters that we had to avoid throughout the vast majority of our history. Lion and bear cubs are still cute, and even when a species doesn’t pose a direct threat (or much of a benefit for that matter,) we can still fixate on traits that trigger certain unconscious feelings – think kittens and fluffy bunnies.

There is virtually no point to such feelings at all. We are, to anyone not hopelessly blinded by the above influences, undeniably omnivorous. Our teeth and digestive systems are not what vegetarians should have, and our development requires far more protein and a more-rounded mineral content than plants could provide until the establishment of large-scale agriculture and transportation. Any vegan that wants to argue is invited to exist in latitudes above 45° for the winter months without a market. But what it means is that we, like many other species on the planet, have to rely on animals for food. There is nothing unnatural about the bear eating the salmon, or the snake eating the duckling. And at least half of the people reading that last sentence had entirely different feelings about the two scenarios – now ask why. And there remains nothing unnatural about humans eating cows or deer or any other animal.

But then, it’s easy to raise the question of “Should we?”, and there’s nothing that dictates that we have to follow the evolutionary path that we took to our current point, either – evolution is a process that weeds out some flaws, but slowly, and it works only with what it has. We have, for instance, used cultural pressures to change our attitudes about sex, social status, good spousal traits, and so on – part (most) of the benefit of our wonderfully abstract thinking processes is the ability to direct ourselves into better behavior rather than waiting for nature to do it. So taking steps to promote animal rights isn’t going against nature’s design, per se – but it cannot be argued to be following it, either. The foremost impetus within any such pursuits, quite simply, is how they make us feel.

There’s a trap in that kind of thinking. What we feel isn’t really a guideline on what is right, as only a moment’s thought will show (try bigotry if you need an example.) Extensive efforts to eradicate feedlot cattle because someone doesn’t like how it makes them feel is a poor rationale – actually not a rationale at all, but a kneejerk reaction to internal drives. It would be easy if everyone felt the same way, but clearly, not everyone does. The empathic feelings we have towards other animals – or only some other animals, as I hinted at above – is most likely the unspecific survival trait to help only Homo sapiens survive, which is too sloppy to prevent other species from getting swept into it. So, what direction should our abstract brains take us: towards more animal rights, or more efficiency to help us survive? Or somewhere else entirely?

The interesting thing is, we can’t really rule out the emotions even if we tried, and it may not be a good idea either. Sheer unemotional rationality (aside from scaring people) is extremely hard to implement, since it is emotions that guide us towards decisions anyway – but at the same time, strictly emotional reactions can lead us in ridiculous directions. Some balance is needed.

The vegan that considers all meat-eaters to be evil, corrupt, or simply selfish is not really accomplishing anything; their arguments are solely emotional, and in fact what they’re communicating is that their own emotions are important, while those of the people they disagree with are inconsequential. Moreover, in many cases their concern doesn’t have anything to do with their diet being more beneficial to humans, but only that animals are not suffering for human benefit. Is this noble? Well, that’s a decision that is solely our own; no other species on the planet bears such a concern, or hesitates to obtain food in whatever manner is necessary. In fact, it is probably safe to say that such attitudes originated only recently in our own species, and only in cultures that had progressed past the point that starvation was a real and imminent threat.

So if suffering is the concern, what about simply preventing the suffering? Are organizations like PETA spending way too much time trying to convince everyone to become vegetarian (usually in crass and condescending ways,) rather than pushing to improve livestock conditions? How many animal rights groups alienate more people than they reach by encouraging extremism and ignoring functional improvements? I ask this, by the way, as a naturalist, conservationist, former wildlife rehabilitator, and someone who spent over a decade in humane organizations – I feel obligated to point that out because there’s a great deal of “black or white,” “Hatfield or McCoy” thinking when it comes to these topics.

Closely related is the topic of animal captivity – zoos, petting farms, and so on. There are those that argue that all animals should be wild and free, away from the shackles of captivity and living carefree existences without human interference. While not an invalid argument, it is often based on the idea that either animals don’t actually face myriad threats to their existence on a constant basis in the wild, or that they view ‘captivity’ in the same way that humans do. Pay attention whenever you encounter either this topic, or the one above, and see how quickly the word “exploit” comes up. It’s a nice word for such purposes, since it has negative connotations, but how much can an animal be said to be exploited? Even when we kill a cow for food, how does this differ from a wild existence? Does the coyote exploit the chicken? If we raise a panda in captivity, showered with veterinary care, proper diet, and controlled living conditions, is this somehow putting it at a disadvantage? “Exploit” is a human word, intended to stir our emotional reactions to lack of justice or choice; ironically, we are exploited by the very use of the word ;-)

Animals in the wild usually live only one-half to one-tenth as long as they have demonstrated in captivity. Death in a ‘natural’ setting comes from countless untreated illnesses and injuries, very frequently assisted by opportunistic predators, and occasionally by the actions of other members of the same social unit – many species chase off weaker members of the pack/group to reduce the detriment that they might bring. When we eat a pig, we do not hamstring it or drag it down with multiple jaws latched onto its throat, and we do not aim for the young or the feeble. Nor does the pig spend any part of its time running from danger, much less every day of its existence. They’re fed quite well, and never have to forage or go hungry. If we’re going to argue ethics, we at the very least need to do so from the standpoint of realism, rather than some naïve impression of what typical conditions are.

I’ve heard, countless times, the arguments that zoos are prisons for the animals, catering to ignorant gawkers. Again, this seems to be very often a case of applying human ideas where they cannot be supported. The effectiveness of a prison, for instance, is not in the conditions as such, but in the idea of it, the selective isolation and deprivation for those humans who demonstrated their anti-social aspects. It’s safe to say that no animal has the faintest understanding of this, and only those who had some significant existence in the wild even have anything to compare against (very few zoos, at least in progressive countries, will even accept wild-caught animals anymore.) As an exercise, think of the children playing on abandoned tanks in war-torn countries. We’re horrified by it, or see some form of irony in it at least, but they have nothing to compare it against. Think also of your own childhood, growing up without your own personal swimming pool or polo pony; were you deprived, or constantly unhappy? No, we’re only unhappy when we feel we’re not receiving what we should, some minimal standard dictated by our cultures. Animals, in general, are unhappy when they’re ill or threatened, and even the stress from threat is a transient state, unable to be maintained – when no danger materializes, virtually every species we might keep captive will relax. Even sexual frustration, which some might bring up, is a highly dubious anthropocentric argument, since most species are not sexually active year-round like humans, and many respond only to specific triggers such as estrous displays – without these, there is no sexual desire. And let’s not ignore the number of animals in the wild who fail to win the sexual competitions anyway, and may even suffer injuries in the process of losing.

Let’s shift tack here a little, and look at the overall aspects. Are zoos and such really accomplishing anything? Well, that depends on the individual structures in each, so generic questions (or presumed answers) of this sort are pointless. But many take the opportunity to not only provide numerous educational functions, they also promote conservation, awareness, research, and endangered species programs. And they work because a very large number of people have a distinct interest in animals. The activist who denigrates zoos is often, in essence, blaming others for having the exact same emotional attachment to animals that they do. The irony is rife in this topic, isn’t it? And I have to add that not one activist that I’ve spoken to or heard from had even the faintest idea how to generate the amount of support for, and education about, wildlife that zoos produce. Some may argue that televised nature programs can fit this bill, but these haven’t supplanted zoo attendance, any more than travel programs have sated people’s desire to travel. On the contrary, nature programs may show a close parallel to travel programs, in that they are at times directly responsible for zoo visitation: “Hey, our zoo has coatimundis! Do you want to see real ones next weekend?”

I cannot leave out animal testing, of course. But again, this topic is far too broad to paint with one brush, which doesn’t stop many people from trying anyway. The questions that reside within are countless, but the most important one perhaps is: how do humans stack up against other species? In terms of medical and safety research, which makes up the vast majority (if not the entirety) of animal testing, the usage of animals is to determine the likelihood of adverse affects to humans. Without such testing, we would see a greatly increased number of illnesses and deaths from reactions that we do not possess the ability to predict or detect (I’m well aware that many animal rights activists believe that we can accomplish the same tests without animals, but this belief is not grounded in reality.) I would like to think I’m safe in saying that humans dying are not any more acceptable than animals, but the truth is, the pure emotional reactions sometimes bring this into question. I was in a theater watching “The Road Warrior” and had witnessed several instances of violent death, a bloated corpse, torture, and a rape, but a disturbing number of the audience went “Awwwww!” when a rabbit was shot with a crossbow. Animals, especially cute animals, are innocent – but that’s both baseless and meaningless. It’s these impressions that we probably should be aware of falling for, because they’re examples of where the emotions take over and leave the thinking far behind. If there’s anything that we can argue is of paramount importance, either rationally, emotionally, or simply through natural selection, it’s the preservation of our own species. Does that seem selfish or elitist? If so, why?

So, how many animals are allowable to die to save one human from severe illness or death? Does it matter what kind of animal? Is there some altruistic benefit to sacrificing ourselves to prevent animal testing? Because it starts, very quickly, to look like activists are far more concerned about animals than people, and I admit that such a thing disturbs me far more than any animal testing procedure.

No, let’s be serious. I’m pretty comfortable with the belief that most activists really aren’t promoting the idea that people should die to save animals – despite many misgivings, I am willing to extend that much credit to mankind. The majority of the problem is likely due to activists never having considered the implications in the first place, remaining blissfully unaware of the consequences while indulging in some rather juvenile emotional appeasement. Animals are cute, so anyone that harms them is a big meanie. There is a reason I push critical thinking so frequently, and it’s because we can really do without so much effort being provoked by such indulgent emotional goads as this.

Let me ask another question, in a dirty and manipulative way: How many animals equal one human baby? Is it okay for a baby to die to save ten rabbits? You know this is different, but why? The purely emotional response doesn’t offer much guidance.

One of the other problems with emotional responses is that they don’t encourage considerations or compromise. “Stop animal testing” or “Go vegan” are slogans that express a gross inability to fathom the various aspects of animal use, settling instead for over-generalizations and the fatuous belief that there are simple solutions. But since neither of these actions are viable, what then?

Or, should we be capable of considering compromises, optimal approaches, and reasonable goals? Because some feedlot and egg farm conditions are dismal, should we wipe these out completely, or is it possible to consider setting higher standards? Should animal testing be outlawed, or should it be approached with an eye for necessity, humane conditions, and alternatives where feasible? Would these meet with more approval and produce a more rational appearance? Are they also capable of eradicating the very conditions that we react to in the first place? And isn’t getting a half-measure accepted a far greater benefit than having a full-measure rejected?

It bears noting that, of the two ‘compromise’ examples set forth above, both are already accepted and implemented, even legislated, to varying degrees; reasonable goals are always easier to meet.

Finally, I ask, what of the plants? Are they too undeserving of our consideration that we can slaughter them wholesale and bear not the slightest qualm? While this seems like a joke, plants have lives as well, and in their own way react to external stimuli and suffer from poor conditions. We differentiate them due to the idea that they do not feel as we do; we do not relate to them in any kind of empathic manner since they have no faces, no sounds, no recognizable actions. The argument that they lack a central nervous system is trivial, since plants do indeed communicate hazards and benefits throughout their tissues, and in some cases even to other plants. Fathoming the distinctive differences in our attitudes towards animals and plants is the first clue as to how we can rationally handle those attitudes.

There’s no conclusion that I want anyone reading to reach; I’m simply making the point that so many of our opinions about this topic are colored by deep-seated ‘instinctual’ reactions, mere side-effects of our imprecise evolutionary development. Far too many people seem to believe that if they feel strongly about something, then it must have value or be grounded in rationality, but this is far from true; in fact, it might be false more often, since careful consideration usually reveals the numerous factors and grey areas that make firm conclusions so hard to settle upon. So, since another evolutionary development is the frontal lobe area of our brains that lets us select the most advantageous approaches, it seems like we should let it have some input as well.

One plant

On the same day that I snagged the eentsy frog seen here, I collected a significant number of other pics (of course.) There might even be another forthcoming post out of the one-hour casual trip, but right now, I’m going to concentrate on just one plant. Not one plant species, but one solitary plant itself. This is part of the reason why I like macro work so much, because it often doesn’t take a lot of searching to find plenty of subjects.

Normally I try to line up the text with the images, which may or may not work very well because of varying monitor resolutions, but for this one I’m just going to insert them whatever way that I can since I have a large number of pics. I may also taker advantage of various little bits of text filler to help space things out, like this.

The plant in question is a variety of milkweed, genus Asclepias, which produces a crown of pale pink blooms atop long stalks – which meant that I didn’t need to be flat on the ground trying to get these images (yeah, I’m lazy sometimes.) Not only did the splash of color beg me to come closer, the monster black wasp servicing the flowers attracted my attention, but that one was far too spooky for any decent shots. Once closer, however, I soon spotted a variety of ladybird beetle that I hadn’t seen before, sightly larger than the species I’m familiar with and with a flare to the outer edges. It also appeared to have fallen asleep on its side on a sunny day, I think. In setting up for the first shot, I soon discovered that this was going to be a challenging day, since the wind was blowing and I had nothing to anchor the plant against swaying. So it largely became a matter of timing and luck.

Next to catch my eye was a plethora of golden aphids, in places almost obscuring the stems and giving a strange yellowish pallor to those areas when seen from a short distance back. Curiously, I found no ants harvesting their secretions, but I did find a collection of newly-winged adults clustered under the leaves, most likely drying out after a molt, preparatory to flying off in search of a mate.



The individual blooms themselves are quite small, less than a centimeter across the widest point of the petals, and I went in close for a few frames to capture the detail. This happens more often that you might think, but when I did this, I also snagged a tiny crab spider that I had no idea was even present (this is a cropped section from the much larger original.) Since macro work always involves a very short depth of field, there is a modicum of serendipity present by having focus on the spider as sharp as it is.

The next one was far less subtle. Even from a moderate distance as I circled the plant, I spotted the conspicuous dash of yellow. Many nature photographers demonstrate the wonderful matching of crab spider coloration to their chosen flower species, but either this guy couldn’t afford those books, or had been evicted from a goldenrod plant. Full credit, however, to a primo position, ready to snag whatever pollinator came close. The middle-of-the-food-chain status is evidenced here by its missing foreleg. Butterflies can be badass sometimes…



And finally, I close this post with a weevil, and the reappearance of the smaller crab spider – yes, I got two frames (actually more) of a spider that I did not even realize was present, though you’re forgiven if you don’t think this one counts; you’re not able to see the whole spider. But if you’ve given up, just highlight the blank space immediately following and look for the two legs peeking out among the petals at lower left.



Normally for these posts I make the effort to find the species shown and be nice and technical, trying to fool people that I’m a lot more educated than I am, but I repeat, I’m lazy, plus it took long enough to pin down the milkweed. So this is just a demonstration of how much can be found, as the tagline says, when you take the time to look.

I’m back, he says with hesitation

Okay, after a frustrating few hours, I think functionality has returned to the blog. The DNS switch was instant and painless, the mail server a bit confusing (a host that imparted conflicting info,) but the blog was a royal pain in the ass. Near as I can tell, one of my installed plugins, which worked fine on my old host, had radical disagreements with the new, and if you’ve had any experience with WordPress, you probably know that this can screw up damn near everything. It is most especially difficult to deal with when it prevents anything from displaying once you log in, a completely white screen, so you can’t even get to the menu to start shutting things off and seeing what works.

But enough about my greatly shortened life span. The main part of the site has been upgraded as least slightly almost all the way through, with new additions to most galleries, and most images resized (monitor resolutions have been going up,) and then a few new things here and there. For instance, I tacked on a new slideshow for recent images, photos that I liked but didn’t want to alter the galleries over, or make a new post. And if all you’ve ever shot has been digital, then you may want to check out this page.

So for anyone inconvenienced by the changeover, I apologize. I expected nothing less, even though I’d hoped for it, but I did remind myself why I never tried doing web work for a living. Then again, I might have been paid for all this time…

All right, am I redeemed slightly?

I recall apologizing for posting so many little creepies, and promised to try and find something cute, but that never did come to pass, did it? I simply wasn’t ever running across anything cute – I think I’ve glimpsed a rabbit in the past few months, and when the bluebirds hatched, they bailed the nest and the yard in a matter of hours. Anyway, a trip to the park today may have produced something that qualifies.


Does this count?

If you’re asking, I have no real idea what species this is, since I’m pretty certain it’s a juvenile – the head does not look properly shaped for an adult. Not to mention the size. If you haven’t noticed, that’s my fingertip providing scale in the background. The best I can say is, this is a variety of either tree frog or chorus frog, what are known colloquially as “peepers” from the quality of their nighttime calls. I couldn’t even achieve an angle that would let me see if the tadpole tail was still in evidence.

I was lucky (excuse me, exceptionally skilled!) to find this, since I’d leaned in close to this plant to photograph yet another creepy, a variety of leaf-footed bug, and noticed a strange bud on the young leaves. As the sun was progressing and starting to shine onto its perch, I had it timed just right; by my next circuit around the paths, my model had vanished, seeking a cooler and moister place to snooze.

If it helps, it was just slightly larger than a Japanese beetle, the smallest frog I’ve ever spotted in (more or less) adult stage. And I have frames of plenty of other subjects too, which may be featured in later posts, but I figured this little fella needed its own. And of course, feel free to tell me what species this is.

Fixed it!

The car was having a lot of issues, so I took it down to Craig’s Garage and gave them my list of problems: leaking oil seal, transmission getting stuck in second gear, bad alignment on the left front wheel, the heater not working, gas gauge intermittent, electric window on passenger side stuck down, a bad rattle at higher speeds, and ratty wiper blades. Many hours later, the guy at the garage called me to come take a look at it. Proudly, he showed me how wonderful the wiper blades worked now.

“And that’s it?” I asked.

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’ They’re perfect wiper blades! Isn’t that enough?”

This seemed familiar. “You’re a theologian, aren’t you?” I hazarded.

If you’ve ever witnessed a long, drawn-out discussion on theology, chances are you know what I mean by this, since it’s a very common occurrence. A supremely large portion of theology consists of selecting just one of the myriad problems with religious posits (the problem of evil, the age of the earth, the lack of measurable effect, the contradictions of scripture, etc,) finding some way to explain or dodge around the select issue, and then feeling that this takes care of the whole lot and legitimizes religious belief.

And, unfortunately, enough people are perfectly willing to accommodate this entirely. There is no recognition of the numerous problems, there is only the delight in the victory, however small, and too often this isn’t even a solution, but more of a James Bond/Arnold Schwarzenegger quip – something that sounds good but really makes no sense: “Why are there still monkeys?!?!?”

It also bears noting that, in the centuries that theology has been wielded, we have yet to see any agreement on it or, god forbid, a complete theory. Talk to any five theologians, even on the exact same topic, and you’ll receive five different explanations. Sometimes more, if you ask again later.

“So what about the uneven tire wear on the left front?” I continued.

“That’s perfectly normal if you turn right a lot, so it’s not something that needs repairing,” said my theomechanic.

Another aspect seen far too often is, instead of providing some support or evidence for their own standpoint, theologians and the devout try to poke holes in the arguments/evidence against religious belief, and see this as sufficient. One example is the shroud of Turin, which has been carbon-dated (three times independently) to about the same time it appeared suddenly in historical records, some 1400 years after it was claimed to have wrapped jesus. It takes no effort whatsoever to find countless sources, none of them bearing any scientific basis whatsoever, that claim that the carbon dating tests were wildly skewed (yes, to an order of magnitudes) by contamination. Little niggling details like the cloth having been made on a loom that wasn’t to be invented for another six centuries, the image possessing wild anatomical inaccuracies, and it being both a flat-plane rendering and distinctly paint, aren’t sufficient to label the shroud a hoax – not in the light of a potential loophole in the carbon dating!

“What about the second gear issue?” I persevered, for some ungodly reason.

“Ah, here’s the story behind that,” said the mequinas. “That gear was certainly made from metal that used to be in a diesel train engine, and they have only two main speeds. Thus it would be resistant to shifting up out of second, since that’s an overspeed condition to trains.”

And when the scripture is lacking in any kind of adequate or relevant detail, it is perfectly permissible to simply infer (that means, “make up”) whatever details seem sufficient to promote your goal, and proceed as if this was just as much a part of scripture as the records themselves. Very few people seem to realize how little of any given current religious practice or imparted information is actually mentioned in their holy book. Religious practices throughout history have been shaped by what was popular at the time, from the proscription against women speaking without permission, to witch hunts (you do realize this is against one of them ten commandments, right?), up to the curious idea that the fossil record is a ‘test of faith.’ Even hell is barely covered, and not by name, only in the new testament. Then of course there are the countless changes to actual scripture through the centuries, which even if we accept the idea (see carbon-dating above) that those editors were divinely-guided, why did it have to happen so many times over the years? Yet the lack of relevant support for the catholic church’s crusade against condoms doesn’t clue in enough people that the church is making it all up as it goes along.

“Let me try and clarify the situation here,” I said with utmost patience. “You specifically hire yourself out for auto repair. I have agreed to pay you for just that. Your part in this is to repair the auto.”

The horn-poker simply waved his hands dismissively. “Listen, I spoke to every mechanic in the shop here, and they all agree that the car’s fixed now. You just don’t understand sophisticated auto repair.”

Failing to make any kind of coherent point, those arguing for the benefits of theology frequently fall back onto two particular arguments: The idea that a majority opinion supplants fact and evidence; and the implication that anyone not seeing the value of theology simply hasn’t understood theology. The former demonstrates an interesting avenue of psychological investigation, since the flaws with it are obvious the moment anyone actually stops to think about it, yet surprisingly few ever do. The latter is simply a matter of convenience, the pot of gold that you can obtain by reading the right books or listening to the right theologian, each of which naturally is not the one you just finished demolishing. Curiously, not only is this knowledge not a requirement for the churches brimming with people right now, but 99% of them can not enumerate any of the same arguments when asked – apparently such sophistication can be completely unconscious in the right people.

Let’s not forget how arrogant this attitude is, seasoned with irony. Those putting forth this rejoinder directly imply that you cannot grasp the nuances of their standpoint while being unable to explain it themselves. That might be adorable… coming from a three-year-old.

“Just fix the goddamn car,” I suggested, patience with such bullshit now having reached its limit.

“The car’s fixed; that settles it,” came the haughty reply.

I shouldn’t have to point out how little this would mean to anyone, who leaves no better off than before, and it certainly doesn’t demonstrate any useful skills or wisdom. Such arguments, which really are purchased as bumper stickers to display proudly to one and all, only make the sophisticated point that someone is both irrational and petulant. That churches actually promote and glorify such attitudes isn’t a mark in their favor, either.

We, thankfully, maintain some standards for people that fulfill useful functions in society, such as auto mechanics, so the chances of this conversation actually taking place are minute. In fact, I think anyone who tried such explanations would know they were courting a fat lip or a lawsuit, and certainly wouldn’t be keeping much business. It’s a shame we haven’t yet reached that minimal standard with theology.

Inspired, or provoked, by this post on the problem of evil at EvolutionBlog.

Curiosity

As I sit here watching, more or less live, all the guys at JPL as the Mars Science Laboratory (otherwise known as “Curiosity”) prepares to land on Mars, I’m wandering off in speculation about humans as a species and our own curiosity, the trait that makes us do things exactly like this.

[The vehicle is being drawn by Mars gravity and is on its way up to 5.9 kilometers per second, or 21,240 kph (13,200 mph) entry speed. Mars has a thin atmosphere, so slowing the lander is one of those tricky things.]

[Okay, things happen much faster than I can type, and certainly too often to allow me to form coherent thoughts on a different topic. Just accept that the lander has successfully touched down now, and even transmitted the first images back. More further down.]

Back to small ‘c’ curiosity. When we look at all of the different species on earth, we see a very wide variety of attention paid towards surroundings and events, but overall, the vast majority of it deals solely with survival: Is it food? Is it a threat? Is it sexy? And while it is exceedingly difficult for us to form anything more than wild guesses at to what goes through another species’ minds, there probably aren’t too many that look at, for instance, the behavior of a nearby bird and wonder, “Why did they do that?” (exactly as we’re doing right now. Or at least I am.) This is something, however, that humans do constantly. We have just, at enormous expense in money, time and effort, placed a little go-cart on the surface of a planet that is far less hospitable to us than any location on earth, and for what? Because we want to know just what it’s like, and if there’s any possibility that sometime in the past it fostered its own forms of life.

Now, it’s easy to say that’s a pretty damn cool question, and the idea of life on a neighboring planet is remarkably stimulating. It’s very hard to say why, though. I mean, we’re pretty sure it’s gone now, but even if some rudimentary bacteria remains hidden somewhere, it’s something that would have so little application to our lives, our survival, here on earth that it’s way out of proportion to how much effort we’re expending trying to find out. The cats asleep in the room where I type this right now certainly wouldn’t give a rat’s ass (rat’s asses being the standard form of currency to cats, equal to €1.8 or $4.95 US) to know anything at all about it. And believe me, they’ve got the time on their paws – their biggest concern is whether someone ran fresh water into the tub for them. No, it’s just Homo sapiens that is so damn interested in finding out such things.

Everyone who doesn’t like space programs makes this point; isn’t there something more important that we could be doing here on earth? And not to knock the question, because I think it’s good that people step back and gain some perspective sometimes, but I’m forced to wonder if there was something more important that they themselves could have been doing other than watching TV, or working at whatever job they actually hold. I’m pretty certain not everyone that asks this is doing medical research or installing plumbing in third-world countries, and possesses no smart phone, Twitter account, or DVD player.

Our curiosity does seem a bit misguided at times, but it bears some examination too. It’s responsible for every last scientific advancement that we’ve ever made, and as I’ve said in earlier posts, that time and effort was an investment that pays off to everyone the world over. We cannot predict what kind of knowledge we can gain from space exploration, any more than we predicted what could be done with the strange electrical resistance of silicon (responsible for my ability to type this.) The early scientists who played with cultures in a lab instead of working directly with patients, accomplished a hell of a lot more for our survival, surpassing individual efforts with global effect. Knowledge is a bankable asset, more so than any monetary figure, and it’s this very curiosity of ours that drives it higher, farther, greater.

But, is this justification? Are we simply succumbing to some basic emotional need, a quirk of evolution that developed this trait of curiosity within us that we now satisfy with actions that bear little relation to our survival? I point out on a regular basis that religion is far more emotional than practical, and have examined the underlying drives behind the belief in, and support of, various questionable subjects like conspiracies and UFOs. Does curiosity stand up to the application of critical thinking? Is it an urge that we should be more aware of and resistant to, so that it’s applied effectively when it is? How far is too far?

I could argue that the large number of people that bear an interest in things like space programs or particle accelerators is justification that they’re serving a purpose, but I openly reject the exact same argument when it comes to religion. Perhaps I could say that no harm is being done, except insofar as the money and efforts could be spent in pursuits more socially oriented, like disease research. Right now, the spinoff benefits are the primary argument in favor of many of these programs – while not insignificant, this does seem to be a roundabout way of accomplishing things.

Human nature plays a large part in all of this. The jubilation within mission control at JPL, somewhat less exuberant than soccer fans but probably considerably more sober, bespoke of not just the release of tension, but the accomplishment of a major piece of engineering, a puzzle of vast proportions. To send a little craft millions of kilometers away into an atmosphere humans have never witnessed themselves and soft-land a semi-autonomous rolling probe, immediately receiving back images from the surface, is an astounding feat, and that’s probably underselling it. Those that pulled it off were motivated to tackle it by their own personal interests in the puzzles, far more than they might have been motivated to find alternate energy sources or more efficient farming methods. In other words, we’re likely benefiting from the highest yield of their abilities by indulging their interests. Who among us hasn’t had a job, or simply tackled a task, that failed to receive our best efforts because we really couldn’t give a shit about the undertaking? And when we purchase the aforementioned DVD players and smart phones, are we fostering our own motivations to work harder and afford such things? Who gets to judge what’s excessive, frivolous, or unnecessary? Did even the collapse of communism occur, at least in part, because of too little encouragements of these type?

Even if we directly compare the emotional satisfactions of landing a laboratory on Mars with the practicing of religion or pursuit of conspiracies, we have to recognize the end results as well. I have yet to see any beneficial technology, or even attitudes, from those promoting 9/11 ‘truth’ or a cabal behind JFK’s assassination, and religion seems to foster at least as many bad behaviors as good (and I’m being generous here.) But when you arrive at a destination through the use of a GPS unit, you’re directly benefiting from those puzzles solved by the geeks in the space programs, who figured out how to use satellites thousands of kilometers away to pinpoint your location in seconds. The particle accelerators like the LHC at CERN are directly related to finding ways to enhance the conductivity of metals, which not only affects just how efficient computers might be (and makes the GPS units so small,) but can significantly decrease our energy needs by creating materials that do not turn electricity into waste heat – if you’ve ever wondered what a superconductor is, that’s it. Even the quest to save weight, and thus fuel, in a lander project can result in smaller cameras that can actually go into an ailing patient and see a medical issue without extensive surgery. Almost all of these things take time to come to fruition, and often when they finally do, we’ve taken for granted the connection between the goal to reach the moon and the signal that brings us the Olympics. All of it because of curiosity.

So if you haven’t seen it, don’t bother waiting for me to describe it. Go find the footage on your own of the moments the signal came back to earth and confirmed that, some fourteen minutes before, Curiosity had successfully touched down (the signal lag from Mars means that the folks at JPL were monitoring pre-programmed instructions and not doing any control of their own.) The jubilation you see is not just personal accomplishment, but the actual scientific advancement of our species as a whole, hidden within a low-resolution image of the lander’s own shadow. Even if we cannot see the point of the program, the delight and relief is still infectious, and that emotional communication is another base trait of humans. They’re what make us accomplish so much, so maybe we can indulge them a bit.

UPDATE: Despite the fact that I read both, I really hadn’t read either this post at Weird Things, or the post at Cracked that he based it on, before I wrote this. Really. I just feel the need to point that out.

Busy busy

I started this year with the strong consideration that I was going to increase the number of posts I’d been making, which is always a bad idea – I am, of course, far behind where I was last year at this time. It doesn’t help that the site upgrades that I’d tackled became the resizing of nearly every image, cleaning up the stray code that html editors leave behind, altering the menus on every page, and adding a few more items virtually everywhere. Then came moving to a new host, which means that within a few weeks the site may go funky for a little bit as the DNS change takes effect. All of this takes far more time than it really should (or at least it does for me,) and internet service stalls have skewed that even worse. So there’s been less time to do posting, and with the frustrations, less inclination as well. Nevertheless, there’s still two significant ones in the chute waiting on final edits.



It also means that I haven’t been outdoors much, which the broiling heat has been kind enough to discourage anyway, but I’ve still gotten a few images here and there. A freshly uncovered ant nursery presented some opportunities for creepy detail shots as the workers scrambled to re-conceal the pupae. I can only guess that these are a variety of harvester ants, somewhere in the vicinity of 6mm long. Curiously, there seems to be two distinctly different broods, if the radically different stages of development is any indication. I’m not referring to the different colors, since the brown ones with legs are likely only slightly older than the white ones with legs. Instead, notice that there are either very distinct features, or none at all – just little blobs.

By the way, if you decide you want to capture a specific detail or action in such circumstances, you’d better be fast. Ants move so quickly that there practically isn’t time to even register what they’re doing before they vanish from your frame, and I chased one for half a meter trying to get a photo of just it and the pupa it was carrying, but never could even lock focus. For this shot, I just waited, aimed at a certain point, for workers to enter the frame, and was lucky enough to catch three of them looking busy, including one nice head-on perspective.

Composition, part 5.1

Part five-point-one? Aren’t we up to fourteen now? Well, yes, but part five needed revisiting. Okay, it didn’t need it, and to be frank, it’s probably one of those things that will be debated for a long time – but here’s my attempt to reduce this as much as I might by introducing a pertinent factor. As you no doubt recall, Composition Part 5 was about the Rule of Thirds; 5.1 is going to be about applying some critical thinking to it.

The basic premise of the (non)Rule of Thirds: Split your intended photo, what you see in the viewfinder before you actually take the photo, into thirds, both horizontally and vertically, superimposing a tic-tac-toe board across the frame. Your main focal point, the most eye-catching part of the image (which often is the eyes of the subject) should fall on one of the lines or, preferably, right on the intersection of two of them, one-third in from either side. This is much better than centering your subject, which people have a tendency to do. I redefined it differently in my earlier post, keeping the rough gist but denying the mathematics of it.

I was recently led to a post from several years ago where another photographer laid out the close relationship with the Fibonacci Sequence, and there he overlaid the mathematical spiral onto several of his existing images. Some of them appear to fit amazingly well, and others… not so much.

Now, no insult intended towards Jake Garn, but the Rule of Thirds and the whole idea of both Fibonacci and Phi is more likely what we consider, in critical-thinking circles, confirmation bias. Photography and critical thinking? Of course I had to post about this! Confirmation bias is the process of producing a hypothesis of any kind, then finding evidence that supports it, but only evidence that supports it. Counting the ‘hits’ and not the ‘misses,’ in other words. It can be seen all over the place, from global warming denial to folk remedies (my grandmother swears by these.) And the concept of Phi as a natural ratio originates way back in the halcyon days of ancient Greece, where people were philosophers before philosophy was cool – don’t you love the idea of a hipster in a toga? They still weren’t silly enough to drink soy mochafrappies, however. One of the concepts that got its start then was that everything could be explained mathematically, and in fact mathematics ruled physics. Don’t take this to mean that mathematics is necessary to comprehend physics, which it is; what I mean is that math was physics, and perfect ratios and geometry were what the universe was all about. You’d think that Pi, with its neverending decimal extension, would have broken them of the idea, but that’s the nature of confirmation bias: such things are ignored.

Anyway, in their quest to understand why we might prefer asymmetrical compositions (and architecture and so on) over perfectly symmetrical, equal all sides from the middle, they arrived at the Golden Ratio [angels sing briefly], explained and illustrated here. This is all well and good, and interestingly, close similarities to it can be found many places in nature, but mathematics and nature maintain a distant neighborly acquaintance at best. Anyone can take a large number of images that people find compositionally strong, lay out grids across the photos, measure the key elements, and produce a set of numbers that will have an average. However, this average is not a magical number that will tell you a “perfect” photo, just like any average will not be the quintessence of anything. While we could probably see some distinct tendencies, which might help a little in deciding how to compose an image, there is a marked difference between tendency and rule.

This image completely wrecks the idea of thirds or Phi, but includes the whole spread of the arms and recognizes the faint tendency for them to point to the right, implying water flowing in that direction, so space is given on that side to let them waft freely.
If mathematics were what we responded to in images, then if we found images that departed from the Golden Ratio or Rule of Thirds by, say, ten percent, they would be ten percent less likely to be popular, right? Someone would almost always choose an image that hewed exactly to the numbers over an image that was slightly off, right? But the mistake goes back to that original mistake centuries ago, in thinking that mathematics is magical rather than just a way of comparing one thing to another. Photos are largely emotional, instinctual, and subconscious; the reaction people have to them is because of the associations with the elements therein. As I said before, using an off-center subject places it within a setting or scene – but that setting has to be reasonably complete for it to be strong. If we put the main person right smack in the ‘proper’ location in the frame, but cut off a tree or other person with the frame’s edge, it will probably be much weaker than if we place the frame’s edge in a natural break between elements, even if it means moving the main person away from the optimum location. What we’re seeing is not ratios at all, but discrete ideas – the tree, house, the curve of the street or river, and so on. Include enough of these to provide the right idea to the viewer, use the frame’s space wisely, and don’t try to get all scientific about it. Much as we might like hard and fast rules so we don’t have to make a decision every damn time, they won’t work.

What the Rule of Thirds does, I suspect, is to get people away from focusing solely on the subject and start them thinking about the scene, setting, surroundings, and some other S-word to round out the alliteration. We have a wicked tendency to see only a small facet of our surroundings when we choose to, paying attention solely to one person or subject, and too often take photos that reflect that. But a stronger image typically (not always) gives us some context – context that the person holding the camera knows was there subconsciously, but the viewer will not get unless we include it within the image. This would make the Rule of Thirds (Fibonacci, Phi) a really crappy way of communicating this.

This is the first time I've cropped this image into a vertical, precisely for this post. While the moon might be close to the point that the Rule of Thirds would indicate, the cropping is more to accommodate the one branch of the tree seeking the corner, and not cutting off the higher contrast spot of moss in the upper right. That's how to use the frame.
To me at least, an even stronger compositional “rule” is to use the frame wisely. I’m very fond of working the corners, which can even be seen in the B&W tidal pool image that I used in the previous post on thirds – the edges of the water stay within the top and bottom of the frame, making the pool an important aspect of the whole image. If I’d gone in closer and cut those edges off, the viewer is forced to believe that these were less important than the reflection in the water, which is about the only other thing that captures attention. Yet that’s certainly not strong enough by itself, and really is only a point of contrast which helps make the scene more dynamic. For the image at right, the original is much more centered, so even though the branches lean a bit to the left, the mosses on the right side help maintain the balance. But when cropping it to vertical (I can’t believe I never thought to try this before,) the balance is taken away and the emphasis of the branches leaning left is heightened, so the framing now reflects that.

And if you were on your toes, you noticed that the ‘flow’ to the sides of both of these images brings you into the text, not away from it – that’s another little trick that I actually use quite often, as do editors. It’s subtle, but it implies the importance of the text. Not that it needs it, of course.

So while there’s some compositional aspects that bear consideration, there’s also the underlying lesson that approaching things from the wrong angle can be misleading and counterproductive. Photography often benefits from the specific avoidance of structure, rather than the application of it. Most especially, it is not scientific or mathematical, but emotional and associative instead. Trying to reduce it to rules is more of a square-peg-round-hole situation. This applies to many other aspects of life, too, where we desire some reliable guidelines or shortcuts in a process and instead produce something that’s inaccurate as often as it is useful (and the only way to tell is to have some other standard of determining usefulness, which we should have stayed with in the first place.) There’s even a quick lesson in logic, where you might be able to take a lot of examples and create an average, but using the average as a goal is misunderstanding what an average is. Sometimes we need the extremes, the variety, and the rare appearances.

Even thinking that math can explain some constants, or some particular aspect of the universe, is generally playing both sides of the fence. Math is exact; being off by a few percent means that we’re no longer dealing with Phi, or any other mathematical expression. So we really can’t resort to a specific ratio and then say, “somewhere around there, anyway” – either it is or it isn’t. And considering the sheer number of instances where it cannot be applied without significant fudging, but people like the images (or architecture or design or whatever) anyway – especially those cases where applying it actually makes things less appealing – the only rational conclusion is that the concept is corrupt in its very nature. There’s little point in settling for something imprecise because it’s better than nothing, when we can attempt to understand what really is at work and gain so much more from it.

Papa Joe’s

Just noticed this as I was recycling the box:



And he forgot the extra sauce.

Come to think of it, I’d better check the fridge and see if the leftovers have multiplied (or gained anchovies.) If not, that would put the final nail in the… coffin, right?

And, “pizza experience.” Marketing is so incredibly vapid sometimes. I need to start saying, “Excuse me, I’m going to go take a shit experience.”

Fringe benefits


While it is hot enough out there today to actually make the grass disturbingly warm, and potting soil seem to have been heated on a stove, there is still a small benefit to chasing frantic pollinators on spearmint flowers: you get to inhale the wonderful mint aroma.

Some small black & white wasps could be seen, in close approach, to have distinctively chartreuse eyes, but were disinclined to hold still long enough for me to capture these easily, so it took several tries. Seeing that they were circling the blooms, I picked a spot ahead of their apparent path and waited for them to ‘crest the hill’ and come into focus, which did eventually work. This is a Bicyrtes quadrifasciatus, which it seems might sometimes be referred to as a sand wasp – as with most arthropods, it’s safer to stick to the scientific name since the ‘common’ name is always subject to regional and colloquial variations. I can’t tell you how many species of arachnid I’ve seen confidently called a “garden spider.”

The mistake I made in my approach is that it shows only the head, and so you get no idea how the eyes are incongruous with the body coloration (or lack thereof.) The next one is slightly better, and gives an impression of shyness, perhaps, or surprise. What’s also interesting is that up close, the flowers betray their true coloration of white petals with just a splash of purple from the stigma (I think) – from a typical viewing distance, one gets the impression of very pale lavendar flowers.

Also note the background. Even this far out of focus and beyond the range of the flash set for macro work, the brick wall betrays its presence – this is one reason why I urge people to watch behind their subjects, regardless of depth-of-field.


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