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When religion goes berserk!

I guess it is unlikely you have not already heard about the big brouhaha that erupted when Bill Donohue targeted PZ Myers for showing disrespect towards a belief that made some religious nuts go crazy and violent against a child (yes, Eucharist is just a cracker, sorry, but that is just a factual statement about the world). If not, the entire story, and it is still evolving, can be found on PZ’s blog so check out the numerous comments here, here,
here, here, here, here and here.
Also see what Greg Laden and Tristero say. [Update: see also John Wilkins and Mike Dunford for some good clear thinking on the issue.]
Of course, since it is Bill Donohue, everyone’s favorite douche-bag, I went to see what is said on the blogs of my other two friends who, quite recently, had to survive the army of ogres that Donohue can send to make good people’s lives miserable – Melissa and Amanda.
On Shakesville, Jeff Fecke wrote about it.
On Pandagon, it is Jesse Taylor (yes, he is back there on his old blog) who wrote about this today (as Amanda is in a middle of a move and offline).
Both posts also triggered an interesting round of comments.
So, go and check out all those links, spend several hours immersed in this topic, and you’ll both learn a lot and get really, really angry (at whom? That’s your choice).
But while I was at Pandagon I also saw that Amanda started reading (and blogging about) Dawkins’ “The God Delusion” (I never wrote a real book review of it, but most of what I intended to say found its way into some posts of mine, e.g., here, here, here and here). The initial post triggered an interesting discussion in the comments, so Amanda added some clarifications which triggered another round of interesting comments.
The main question in both of those Pandagon thread is how to define religion. The focus is on what people believe, thus there is a lot of parsing the words going on, trying to define “God”. “personal god”, “supernatural”, etc. This is important as the second recurring question in those threads is if Stalinism/Maoism is a religion or not.
If you have been reading my blog for a very looooong time, back at the time when I used to write about religion (and politics) much more often, you may recall that I think of religion in somewhat different terms. I think that the main reason religions evolved is to ensure group cohesion. In other words, I think that the social aspect of religion is the most important one and that other aspects – beliefs, canonical works, behavioral rules, priestly hierarchy, ceremonies, etc. – are additions that in some way help ensure the group cohesion. This is why I was really mad at both Dawkins and Dennet for their outright dismissal and refusal to even consider the group-selectionist ideas of David Sloan Wilson whose book, Darwin’s Cathedral, although thin on data, is in my mind the best-laid-out hypothesis and the most promising avenue for future research on the evolution of religion. For the same reason, I think that Dawkins’ and Dennett’s infatuation with memes is misplaced and that the memetics will be pretty useless in this endeavor (or in any endeavor for that matter – it is an immature photocopy of sociology and linguistics with new terminology).
What does it really mean “group cohesion”? In the olden days, this was a feeling of belonging and loyalty to one’s own tribe – obviously maladapted to the modern world of multicultural societies, global economy, fast travel, instant communication and overpopulation. The inevitable result of group cohesion is the division of the world into an in-group and out-group. Members of the in-group are friends to be defended, while the members of the out-group, barely human, are to be detested and, when possible, killed.
For the group cohesion to work, one HAS to, by definition, feel that one’s group is superior to all other groups. This sense of superiority is enhanced by the additional “attachments” that may differ between different religious traditions, e.g., the belief in an inerrancy of the leader who gets orders directly from the group’s omnipotent god(s), various trance-inducing chants and dances, behavioral rules, sacred books, etc. All of these also promote internal policing by the group – those of “weak faith” are detected and punished mainly by other members, not necessarily by any kind of official armed forces, though some groups may use the latter as well.
In many religious traditions, the group cohesion is further enhanced by the sense of insecurity as “the other” is portrayed as much more dangerous than reality warrants – this persecution complex is a great way to ensure that all group-members “stick together” and severely punish the members who question the wisdom of the leaders, beliefs and behaviors.
In many religious traditions, the group cohesion is also enhanced by adding another layer of personal sense of insecurity – the strict sexual norms render both men and women insecure: the men do the macho man-bonding stuff in order to keep each other courageous (those who survive wars will get to breed in the end, after all), while women try to find security by exchanging sex for protection with powerful men.
To go back to the question of Stalinism/Maoism as a religion, if one looks at the religion as group coherence mechanism detached from what people believe, then the answer is Yes – those were religions (and so is being a Republican, for what that matters). But I will try to support this statement with the example I know best – that of Yugoslavia:

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Juno, Day 1

The first video:

Good day….

Welcome Juno!
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Bad day…

Marbles, R.I.P.

Weekend in NY City

Too busy all week to write about this, but last weekend we went on a family trip to NYC. Old-timers here may remember that we took the kids there two years ago, so they were eager to visit again. We spent four days there, flying JetBlue (always happy with their service), and generally having great fun. We did touristy things, mainly whatever the kids wanted to do. No online access at all!
So we shopped at F.A.O.Schwartz and at Macy’s:

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Storm

Last night, the skies opened. And that sky-opening business is always kinda tricky – the sky-trap-door engineer has to make sure that everything goes well. And last night, as Jesse Helms was going up in the sky to meet his Maker, the trap-door kinda got stuck. Or perhaps ol’e Jesse wanted to send one last fart at ‘Liberal Zoo’ as he used to call Chapel Hill.
The thunderstorm was very sudden and powerful and much of the area lost electricity. We were without power for about 5 hours – from 8:30pm till 1:30am.
So, we lit up the candles. Kids played Monopoly. I, being offline, read a book – yes, I finished a real, physical, hardcopy book!
Someone donwtown set off the fireworks anyway (although officially they are postponed for tonight), so we had fun trying to distinguish the sounds – which loud ‘craaaack’ was thunder, and which was fireworks. That was a lot of fun.

Remember the butterfly mirror?

The one I got for Mrs.Coturnix’s birthday? Tanja has updated her website and now you can see both that mirror (in a much better photo) and a bunch of other mirrors and artwork she made recently.

Still gives me goosebumps!


I grew up listening to her songs.
Back in the winter of 1984/1985 she decided to break her long leave away from the concert scene and did an European tour. Nervous about the come-back, how she’ll perform, how she’ll be received, she decided to start the tour at an unimportant place, somewhere where she can fix the last glitches, warm up her voice, etc. – she started the tour in Belgrade.
The hall in Sava Centar houses about 4000 people in the audience. It was packed every night. She had to extend the visit.
She was supposed to make us cry. Instead, we made her cry. Every song she sang, she had 4000 voices singing along, in perfect tune, everyone knowing every word of every song. She was astonished. And played many more songs than she planned to, late into the night. It was magic – the best concert I have ever been to.
I saw her again about 10 years later, in Raleigh. We came to listen to her. But the #1 spot on the program was Lyle Lovett (and Bella Fleck and others) who I also like, not Joan. That’s just not right. Joan is the legend. She can never be #2 to anyone.

Butterfly Mirror

Yesterday was Mrs.Coturnix’ birthday. Over the weeks I led her on various goose chases regarding what kind of present she was going to get. In the end she had no idea, could not even guess. So, this was quite a surprise – I commissioned the mirror from Tanja (you have met her before here, here and here). Tanja has made a number of similar mirrors with owls and horses and cats, but for Mrs.Coturnix, we decided on butterflies – not just any vague butterfly shapes, but actual species, some quite endangered. So, the mirror came with a Key to species with Latin names, geographical information and everything else. No need to say, but Mrs.Coturnix was floored and totally loved the mirror and made me immediately put it up on the prime wall real-estate:
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Meeting schedule

Well, I cannot afford to go to Netroots Nation, I cannot fit NEW COMMUNICATION CHANNELS FOR BIOLOGY into my calendar, I do not have money for Science Blogging 2008: London, did not get an invitation to SciFoo 2008 and am unlikely to make it to National Conference on Science & Technology in Out-of-School Time. But after the romp through Europe back in April, and a powerful time at SRBR in May, I need some time at home, catching up with work and family. And I will be at the SciBling meetup in NYC, and at the Science in the 21st Century meeting in September, and at 2008 ConvergeSouth in October, and we are busily preparing our own ScienceOnline ’09 (the third science blogging conference), so I cannot complain. But I will be watching the liveblogging from those other meetings as well…

Father’s Day

If I knew how to write well, I would have written something like this.

NC Symphony on the Green

Last night, my daughter and I went to hear the NC Symphony at the Green here in Southern Village. The entire square was packed (a couple of thousand people?). It was very enjoyable and an interesting choice of pieces. What was more interesting, and I am not sure I liked it, is the chosen ORDER of the pieces. The first half was filled with classics, the second half with pop stuff, including some not-well-known pieces. I am not sure that worked very well….
The concert started with Johann Strauss Sr.’s Radetzky March – a very powerful piece of music. But there is a reason why that is traditionally the very last piece to be played at the annual New Year’s concert in Vienna – it takes some time to build up, through the duration of the concert, one’s emotional response to music. The early parts of the concert are there to gradually break down your defenses. Then, at the end, there is nothing you can do to resist the powerful emotional effect of the Radetzky March – you nod, you clap, your foot keeps the beat, you cry…but you cannot watch and listen without passion unless you are a heartless, soulless corpse.
It is similar to “Hair” – I hate it when local radio stations play the hybrid combo of ‘Aquairus’ and ‘Let The Sunshine In’ for this same reason. The finale of ‘Let The Sunshine In’ means nothing on its own, without the intro. The crucial part is the slow crescendo, the gradual build-up of emotion during the first 2/3 of the song. Then, when the finale comes along, full-throated, open-airway, than it is one of the most powerful pieces of music ever – it moves you, makes you shake and cry and sing along out loud.
So, if I were a conductor of the NC Symphony I would have reversed the order – I would have played Irving Berlin’s Patriotic Overture, the Circus theme and pop-song medley first, followed by John William’s movie music from “Midway” and “Star Wars” (Yoda’s Theme), followed by Terry Mizesko’s Little Dance Suite (which is actually quite nice) and only then, once the brains of the people in the audience are already softened and captured and tuned in to emotion, start hammering with the powerful pieces like Tchaikovsky’s ‘Cossack Dance’ from “Mazzepa” and a couple of scenes from “Swan Lake”, Weber’s overture to “Abu Hassan”, and finally make the audience cry with Grieg’s ‘Morning Mood’ and “In the Hall of the Mountain Kind” from Peer Gynt – one of the most powerful pieces of music ever (interesting that he did not choose ‘Solveyg’s Song’ as part of this), and drive the last nail in your emotional coffin with the Radetzky March.
But those are quibbles. It was great fun and I am happy to see so many people show up. Not to mention that the execution of all pieces was absolutely perfect.

Just so you know….

….this is what I got for my birthday yesterday….

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I have finally found the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. Much better than on this day last year. If I remember correctly, so will Melissa and Jennifer on this exact day as well.

My friend on Ground Zero

For 9/11 Wall, a Little Support and a Permanent Place:

Steven M. Davis of Davis Brody Bond Aedas, the museum architects, advocated saving a large part of the wall, as did the engineers, Milan Vatovec, of Simpson Gumpertz & Heger, and Guy Nordenson, of Guy Nordenson & Associates. Others involved with the reconstruction of ground zero were not entirely persuaded that it was worth the effort, cost and potential risk.

Why did I post this? Because Milan Vatovec is a childhood friend of mine (and hockey fans may find his name familiar as he was on the Yugoslav national team for quite a while).

Snowglobes

My daughter collects snowglobes. Or, to be precise, we collect snowglobes for her when we travel. She has a few from New York City, one from San Francisco, one from Murtle Beach, one from Milwaukee. I badly messed up when I went to Boston last year and did not get one. Last year, the TSA made a rule that snowglobes cannot be in the carry-on luggage (and I prefer to travel light and not check in any bags), but the lax security at Milwaukee airport let me smuggle one in.
Now, traveling around Europe provided me with the opportunity to greatly add to her collection: snowglobes from London, Cambridge, Cromer, Trieste, Belgrade and Berlin. Carrying them on European airlines was easy, but I checked in the suitcase on the last flight back to the USA:
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Home!

Dog happy to see me. And others, of course. After 25.5 days, 4 countries, 5 airports, 8 flights by 5 airline companies, 2 panels, 2 lectures, 4 radio interviews, 2 newspaper interviews, 2 blogger meetups, and many good meals, I am mentally exhausted. Need to spend some time with the family. Offline. Feet up. Will see you all on Monday (may post the rest of Berlin pictures tomorrow, lazily).

…then we take Berlin

Just landed in Berlin. Flew with JAT for the first time in decades. The best flight ever. I guess their pilots, after getting some real dogfight combat flying experience find piloting a B-737-300 way too easy…

In Trieste

Just arrived in Trieste. It’s 1am here so I am about to go to sleep. The hotel is nice, but it charges exorbitant amounts of money for Internet access (50 euro for 5.5 hours)!!!! I complained at the desk – the guy smugly replied “Free market”. I said that in the USA free market is driving everyone to provide free wifi – if you don’t you get no business as you belong in the 19th century. Ah well…
Tomorrow I will find a place where I can get access cheaper or free…

Where in the World….

…am I? Oh! I am here. Pictures of the menagerie to follow…

My Equestrian Past

My Equestrian PastThis post from May 07, 2005, was one of the rare personal posts I have ever written. Under the fold….

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Update….

Just arrived at the Cambridge office of PLoS. Internet works fine so, after catching up with some work first, I will try to post yesterday’s pictures later today. I also have another interview to post.

The Work-Place, or, Catching a Catfish Online

From the ArchivesA May 9, 2007 post, wondering to telecommute or not.
I will be offline for a couple of days so I will not be able to post at my usual frantic pace. Instead, I decided to write something that will take you a couple of days to read through: a very long, meandering post, full of personal anecdotes. But there is a common theme throughout and I hope you see where I’m going with it and what conclusions I want you to draw from it.
Pigeons, crows, rats and cockroaches
I was born and grew up in a big, dirty city and I am not going back (my ex-Yugoslav readers have probably already recognized the reference to the good old song Back to the Big, Dirty City by my namesake Bora Djordjevic of the uber-popular Fish Soup band). I spent the first 25 years of my life in Belgrade, population 2 million. No, I did not feel uncomfortable there. I knew every nook and cranny of the city. I walked around town most of the time, even if that meant two hours at a brisk pace in the middle of the night from the northernmost part of Zemun all the way home south of center.
And I still think that it is a great city – a wild mosaic of architecture from Roman and Ottoman times, through the Austro-Hungarian time, the pre-WWII Serbian and early Yugoslav kingdom era and the Tito communist period, to the Milosevic decade and Wes Clark’s enriched uranium. Steeped in history, yet not trying to live in it. Some cities try to keep looking the same the way they did a century or two ago when they were at the hight of their influence. Stratford-upon-Avon keeps trying to look as if Shakespeare is still living there. Not Belgrade. Far too confident in its 11 centuries of history to care about anything but youth and future. It can be dizzying walking around – there may be an old mosque from the times of Turkish occupation embedded into the remains of the Roman fortress, looking down the street of houses built in Austro-Hungarian style in one direction, in soc-realist style in another direction and overlooked by a huge green-glass modern hotel. There is great art and the ugliest kitsch standing side-by-side, European hyper-intellectuals walking side-by-side with peasants, bookstores sinking under the weight of philosophy books and Gypsies collecting scrap metal – and all equally poor.
But it hurts one’s throat to arrive in Belgrade (at least it did in 1995, the last time I went to visit, when my father was still alive). Clean air is not the first priority when the retirees are waiting for months to get their pensions. That is why I escaped whenever I could – summers in our small weekend house at the base of the Mt.Avala just about 20 minutes south of Belgrade when I was a little kid, a couple of weeks at the Adriatic coast every summer when I was little before that became too expensive, teenage years spent on the Danube river in Eastern Serbia in the village my father grew up in, and many years, day after day, at the Belgrade racecourse and the surrounding woods.
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Back in 1989 or so, the rats at the racecourse got really numerous and big. Ten-pounders, some of them, I bet. They were not afraid to walk around in the middle of the day. They chased, caught, killed and ate our barn cats. Our terriers were afraid to approach the feed-rooms. We forbade the kids from going to get horse feed. Even we adults banged on the doors before going in. But gradually, we moved all the grain into bins and barrels, plugged all holes, reinforced the walls, and kept the floors as clean as possible. There was just not enough food around any more to sustain such a huge population. As it always goes, after a boom, there is a bust. The rat population collapsed and disappeared as suddenly as it initially appeared.
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I grew up in a small apartment on the 7th floor. My school (K-12) was a walking distance from home. I took a bus to school anyway, being an owl and a late riser, but I had plenty of time to walk home after classes and stop by various food establishments, or parks, or the Natural History Museum, or the library, or stealing cherries and apricots from trees along the route…

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Arrived safely…

Thanks to Anton for a pleasant drive to the airport last night. Had a great flight on a B 777 and arrived in London on time. Mo picked me up at Heathrow and we went walking around town, taking lots of picture that I’ll post later (my own laptop cannot currently get on the internet here and now, so, for instance, I cannot check the PLoS mail). His wife and kids are lovely and we are having great fun. Then, we’ll go and do other stuff and meet local bloggers. Stay tuned…

Whassup?

You must have noticed that there wasn’t too much effort on this blog over the past couple of weeks (except for the elaborate and too successful April Fools hoax). I’ve just been so busy lately. So, here is a quick recap, and some pictures.
Back on March 21, I went to Duke University to participate in a panel called Shaping the world, one job at a time: An altruistic/alternative career panel. From education, to public health in the developing world, to science journalism, writing, blogging and publishing. The room was full (80 people? Perhaps 100?!). I am not sure one hour was enough for all five of us to say everything we wanted, but I did manage to explain what PLoS is all about (especially PLoS ONE). Sheril was sitting in the front row and she took these pictures. Abel was sitting right next to her, and wrote more about one of the other panelists. As usually happens at such meetings, the most useful part was the hallway chatter right after. I talked to people who may be interested in publishing with us, or collaborating, or applying for an internship.
On March 22 we met at Miltown in Carrboro to say farewell to our friend Bharat. The weather was nice enough to sit outside. Anton (actually the waitress using Anton’s camera) took this picture. Bharat is going to Vancouver Island, all the way on the West coast of Canada to do some environmental work. There are many science bloggers in that part of the world, so perhaps they can invite Bharat to their blogger meetups (I cannot tell you his blog as I used his real name in this post, but I can facilitate connection).
Then on March 26th, again the weather was good for sitting outside at Milltown for a joint meetup between BlogTogether and the Orange Politics Happy Hour. There were about 20 people there, some old friends (including OP hosts Ruby Sinreich and Brian Russell, the camera master Wayne Sutton and Ginny Skalski from NBC, the Facebook guru Fred Stutzman, the Carrboro mayor Mark Chilton and many others), some new to me and fun was had by all. And we all had Moo.org cards to exchange with each other. They all tried really hard to get me on Twitter, with no success… 😉 Wayne took a bunch of pictures, but here is one of me, so my Mom can see that I look decent when I go out to meet people. Actually, I was dressed up for a funeral I went to earlier that day.
On March 28th, Sheril, Abel and I went to Duke and talked about Science 2.0 and blogging to a class on science/policy communication, which was great fun, and interesting pictures are circulating on the Web (check the links).
In the meantime, I got engrossed in reading the entire Framing Science flare-up, but decided not to write anything myself (except a few comments on a couple of other blogs) as I did not want to draw even more attention to it – that would be bad framing 😉 Greg has collected the links to the first wave of these posts. Now a second wave, quite more sober and mature, is popping up around the blogs so take a look.
Last week I went to the dentist twice. I was always so proud of my perfect teeth…until I lost dental insurance five years ago. Now there is something rotten with pretty much every tooth in my head. Finally employed and insured again, it’s time to aggressively pursue a pearly smile again. They did the two most critical teeth first, those that needed swift rescuing. We’ll do the rest in May and June.
I am also busy organizing my European trip – primarily the first part, in the UK. You can meet me in London or Cambridge. Then I’ll spend a weekend with Henry Gee (and no, I will not divulge all the PLoS secrets to a Nature editor!).
I am preparing myself for two panels (one on Open Access, one on science blogging) for the science FEST in Trieste, Italy, as well as an article in their journal there. I hope Franc will be able to come to Trieste so we can finally meet.
Later, I will be giving a talk about Open Access at the Ministry of Labor in Serbia and, hopefully, also at the Medical school at the University of Belgrade. I will enjoy my Mom’s cooking, meet my highschool and equestrian friends and local bloggers.
Bjoern is organizing a dinner for me and local bloggers in Berlin. On the way back, I will stay one day in London with my cousin and will be back home on May 3rd, just in time for the NC primaries/caucuses – perhaps I will make up my mind by then (and European media may help me clear my mind about US politics). Anyway, if you are in any of those places at any of those dates, please let me know and let’s meet.
I think I’ll take Amanda’s book and Vanessa’s book for airplane reading, then buy some SF once I am finished with these.
This morning I finished my last BIO101 Lab (just the lab – no time for the lecture and lab combined) and turned in the grades, so that is one more thing I don’t have to worry about for a while. And tomorrow I will start working on my poster for the SRBR meeting.
Due to the popular consensus, I have already scheduled all the Clock Quotes for the duration of the trip. I will do the “My picks from ScienceDaily”, and YouTube videos, and “New and Exiciting in PLoS” as regularly as I can while abroad. I will also repost some of the stuff from the Archives, e.g., some Greatest Hits and, as I tend to do every year, my Clock Tutorials for the new readers. And I will post pictures from the trip every day. So, there may not be much of new, long, deeply thoughtful posts next month, but there will be something every day.
Finally last Thursday, I met a bunch of friends at Town Hall Grill. Lenore, Andrea, Catharine, Rosalyn, Sheril, David and Vanessa were there. The food was delicious, and the pictures are under the fold (blurry, as the wine was too good to resist):

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London, in a week

The trip to the UK is shaping up. Sing up here if you want to meet me during that week, or here if you want to meet me at the pub on April 9th (probably this one) or here if you want to go to the Museum and keep your eyes on those places for updates.

Meet me in London

If you live in the UK and would like to meet me on April 9th, go here to organize – add a comment with your preferences of place/time/menu/events….

Europe, here I come!

My spring traveling schedule has now crystallized. This is my schedule – if you are in any of those places at just the right time, let me know and let’s meet.
I’ll be arriving in London on April 9 early in the morning. I’d like to have a huge bloggers’ meetup that first night, if possible, as I will spend the rest of the time in UK at the PLoS offices in Cambridge (and if you live there, let’s meet). I may also need a place to stay that first night in London (I have some family and friends there as well, so I may stay there). I’ll stay in the UK until April 15th in the afternoon.
I’ll arrive in Trieste on April 15 in the late evening. I will be on a panel on Open Access on the 17th and a panel on Science Blogging on the 18th, as a part of the Science FEST there. If you will be there, come and say Hi.
I’ll travel from Italy to Belgrade, Serbia on April 21st. Of course I have a place to stay in Belgrade – it’s called ‘home’ (I have not been since 1995!). While there, I will give a talk about Open Access at the Ministry of Labor as well as, hopefully, to a group of librarians and at the University. I will try to organize a blogger meetup and go to Novi Sad to visit my horse.
I’ll be in Berlin from April 30th at noon until May 2 at noon and leave the next day at noon. I’ll meet with some PLoS people and I hope also with some German Scienceblogs bloggers.
I’ll be back home in Chapel Hill on May 3rd in the afternoon.
Next, I’ll go to Sandestin, Florida, from May 17-21, to attend this meeting to meet my fellow chronobiologists.

XOXOXO

The early orders of the XO laptop arrived quickly. My wife and daughter have been enjoying them for three months now. But the late orders got pretty much stuck – they were overwhelmed with the numbers. We got a couple of apologetic e-mails offering to send us back the money if we are sick of waiting, but we decided to be patient. Finally, this morning, my son’s XO arrived. And so did Anton’s. Now I am mad at myself for not getting one for me as well…

How Do You Shelve Your Books?

Wow! This is nuts! And this is nuts in a different way! Fortunately, Scott McLemee, Chad Orzel, Josh Rosenau and Brian Switek bring in some reality to the topic: what goes on the living-room bookshelf? Commenters chime in. Good stuff. Read it.
So, what are “rules” in the Coturnix house?
First, the house is too small to allow too much fine planning as to what the guests will see.
Second, we do not have guests very often (again, lack of space), so the bookshelves are not aimed at them.
Third, we have about 5000 books and they have to be stored somewhere, in some fashion.
Fourth, we have moved twice in the last 5 years, so the “rules” had to change, due to changes in available space.
Fifth, it never occured to me that a bookshelf is any kind of statement about me, though perhaps it is not true: I do like the rare guests to look at the books. It is not so much that I want to impress them with Great Literature, but I do like to brag about some rare gems I found serendipitously at second-hand bookstores and yardsales.
Sixth, I would never be so presumptuous to call the library mine – it is ours, we are a family, and all the books belong to each of us.
When people have a bad time and need to lift themselves up, or if they have good times and need to celebrate, they usually go out to eat at a good restaurant. My wife and I? We go to a bookstore. Food comes at one orifice and leaves on another. Books stay forever.
Do we ever get rid of books? Yes, we pack up a couple of boxes and sell them a few times a year. Kiddie books outgrown by our kids get sent to younger nephews and nieces. How do we choose what to get rid of? Books we did not like, and know will not like, and, importantly, do not think our kids will ever care to read.
How are the books organized? Right now, total chaos. Almost. Each kid has a shelf in his/her own room. All the physics book and chess books are in my son’s room, for instance. All the SF is on a shelf in our bedroom, next to my side of the bed. There is also a big “to read soon” shelf in our bedroom. There are also four other big shelves in our bedroom populated mainly by fiction, plus some books about the Balkans and some Judaica. Those used to be oganized in the alphabetical order by author, but are a mess right now – it’s a project for the near future. There are eight large and one small bookshelf in the living room, populuated by non-fiction, textbooks and reference books. Right now they are a mess, but they used to be organized by topic. An entire line of Darwin, another row is just SJ Gould, about two shelves are philosophy, lots of evolution, ecology, behavior, physiology, and also art, film, sociology, politics. It did make sense, trust me.
Oh, BTW, I built all the shelves myself.
So, what decides what books are kept? Books useful for reference, daily blogging, or study. Books we liked and hope our kids will read one day. Books of historical value. Book we intend to read. It’s actually pretty simple, and does not really involve impressing guests (though we appreciate it when the guests are impressed by the sheer numbers).
So, what’s your book-keeping/shelving method?

Annie Get Your Gun

Last night we went to Raleigh Memorial Auditorium and saw the opening (“student”) night of “Annie Get Your Gun”, starring Larry Gatlin, who is apparently some big name in country music, and Raleigh-born Lauren Kennedy who we last saw as Lady Of The Lake in Spamalot when we went to NYC two years ago (btw, Spamalot is coming to Raleigh in April, but the Lady will be played by someone else).
It was fun (a couple of minor glitches that they skillfully masked or played for laughs, the biggest being when Larry forgot his line in one of the songs and Lauren saved him by singing them for him without missing a beat and he recovered with the next line – some of the kids in the audience probably never knew that this was not how it was supposed to go).
Lauren has so much energy and a great presence on stage – she makes it look easy and fun. And of course, they both sing phenomenally.

Home again…

Conference was a blast. Did not spend much time at home, though, so it is nice to be back today. Dog was happy to see me:
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Unshaven vs. Reshaven?

Is “reshaven” a real word? This is, apparently a matter of some academic interest, according to Alex.
I think “reshaven” is applicable in each of the following cases:
a) when the shaven area is not an area usually shaven. Example: if you shave your head, then the hair starts growing again, after some time you need to have it reshaven.
b) when the shaving does not occur at regular, predictable intervals. Example: “Bill’s signature image is his big, bushy beard. A few years ago he surprised everyone by shaving it off. That was some kind of protest gesture on his part, I believe. He let the beard grow again after that incident. But, lo and behold, I saw Bill this morning and was scandalized – he had his beard reshaven again!”
c) when shaving is performed on a non-human mammal. Example: “A patch of hair was shaven on a group of rabbits and a new drug was tested on the bare skin. Every two weeks, the same patch was reshaven and the drug reapplied, for a total of six months of testing.”
I can think of only two examples for which “reshaven” would not work. First is when shaving is happening in a very predictable manner, on a usual place, in usual people, i.e., men shaving their faces every day cannot be said to have their faces “reshaven” every day.
The second example is where another established term exists – a sheep is sheared one year and resheared the next year, not reshaven.
But, academic concerns aside, this issue (although I am not a son of a millworker) is very personal to me. I never shave every day – far too sensitive skin. I shave when I have to go out and meet people who are not my best friends forever. When I have no such social events planned, I rest my face for as long as I can stand it, e.g., during the winter break when everyone else is celebrating something except us.
But then, when it is time to get out of the house again and get oneself in the working mindset again, getting my face reshaven is the act that gets me going. And I have photographic evidence for it as well – this is a Before vs. After comparison – both pictures taken on the same day:
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Sarma

Yup, I had sarma for dinner tonight. It’s been a while since the last time I had some, but Mrs.Coturnix fixed it today, inventing her own recipe along the way. It was delicious!
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Holocaust Children, part V (guest post by Mom)

Here is the fifth and final installment of my Mother’s travelogue. Feel free to ask questions. I will try to copy and post her published chapter from the book “We Survived” in about a month from now.
Family
Tuesday, November 13th

A beautiful, sunny day. I am trying to make myself look nice for the re-union with eight members of my family. They are coming from different parts of the country . We are meeting in the restaurant “London” at 10.30. A couple is coming from the North – a far-away kibutz – but that has not prevented them to be the first to arrive. I invited Isabelle to meet them all as well as my friend, Ana Somlo, the writer, translator and the author of the Hebrew-Serbo-Croat dictionary, that has just been printed in Belgrade. This was a good oportunity for her to meet my family, who are slowly but surely starting to forget their native tongue. Ana’s dictionary is just what they need now.
It was a wonderful time we spent together. We talked, asked hundred of questions, some were taking photos. There were old stories to repeat again and remind us of our childhood. The oldest generation was not with us – but we remembered them and talked about them. Time passed quickly and we were not able to tell all we wanted. Still, we were happy to embrace and kiss each other.
In the evening came my cousin from my mother’s side, Sonja. She brought photos of her four children and twenty grandchildren! She is young and strong and full of energy and happy to help whenever any of them needs her. There were so many things we talked about and we both were only too happy to see each other.
Wednesday, November 14th
It is time to pack. I did some shopping and paid a short visit to Ana Somlo – just to see where she lives. We see each other in Belgrade at least twice a year and now there was no time for long talks.
Beti, who comes from Sarajevo and who went through the same expeerience as I did, with whom I was in the concentration camp with and who was taken from it by the Schmucklers, wanted to see me. That was a warm and moving meeting. It meant much to both of us. So many memories we share. I was glad Isabella’s son came to greet me. Although I was in a hurry the short conversation means much to me. My relatives came to take me to Tel-Aviv. After a short meeting with their children we set off for the airport. I had a night flight, which I hate.
I am arriving in Belgrade, back to my old life in the middle of the night, better to say at the break of the down.
The author is a retired professor from Belgrade
Printed in the Weekly Supplement of the daily paper Danas (Today) (l7-18,nov.2007) in the popular column “Diary”.

Previously:
Holocaust Children, part I (guest post by Mom)
Holocaust Children, part II (guest post by Mom)
Holocaust Children, part III (guest post by Mom)
Holocaust Children, part IV (guest post by Mom)

Holocaust Children, part IV (guest post by Mom)

Here is the fourth installment in the series – the fifth is coming tomorrow. Please comment and my Mom will respond.
Fulfilled lives of Dina and Jovan Rajs
Sunday, November 11th

The Hotel Dining room could accomodate all 800 participants. Members of the Conference Committee used the oportunity to let Israeli officials, polititicians and scientists address the audience and point out the significance of our gatherings. To me it was an oportunity to watch them all and imagine them as children, like me, who were lucky as I was, to stay alive in spite of all that could have happened to them and to me. We were all rescued. Today we have our fullfilled and fruitful lives, our families, professions and careers. Some of them come every year to keep memories of six million Jews killed in Holocaust. The goal of such gatherings is to leave our memories to the young. It could be done only by telling them our stories and teaching them.
As far as former Yugoslavia is concerned, only two people came from Serbia and three from Croatia. At the Galla Dinner some other people of Yugoslav origin who live in Israel joined us for the occasion. I was extremely happy to spend some time with Dina and Jovan Rajs [Reiss], my old friends who now live in Sweden. We have not seen each other since the 60s. Dina is a successful architect and Jovan is a doctor and a retired professor of the Stockholm Medical School. Jovan was born in Zrenjanin (a small town not far from Belgrade – in the Province of Vojvodina). He was in Teresienstad and Bergen-Belsen. He is one of the few memebers of his family who survived.
I was happy to be with old friends. It seemed it was not long ago when we walked our children in Karadzordjev Park. The internet did a lot. We keep in touch and that is what we are going to do in the future.
Two tragedies of Isabella Schmuckler
Monday, November 12th

The Conference was aproaching the end. Some new friendships have been made, email addresses and cards have been exchanged.
My family, who arrived illegally in Palestine during the war have been living in Israel since war time. They came to see me in Nathania. Some of them used to come to visit us in Belgrade so we have seen each other several times in the past . Isabella Schmuckler is the only one I have not seen for more than twenty years and she never came to Yugoslavia from the time she left the country. Her husband died few months ago and she lives on her own. I specially wanted to spend a couple of days with her. I wanted to bring back our memories of war. I brought a dictaphone to tape her “story” for our series (edition) “We survived“. But, she was not able to talk and remind herself of things from long ago. She became too emotional after few first sentences. She took a pill to calm down. I put down the dictaphone.
Isabella went through a tragedy after the war. She married Nikola Bovan, an officer who spent some time in the USSR at a Military school. Quite accidentally, as it used to happen at those times, he asked a wrong question at a wrong place and was accused of belonging to a pro-Soviet group. It all happened in 1948. He was arrested and his fate is unknown. Isabella was left alone with a two months old baby. She decided to join her parents and left for Israel.
We walked the streets of Nathania, sat at the sea shore and enjoyed the open sea at summer temperature. The town is beautiful, full of flowers, tidy and neat. I felt so close to her as if we have always been together. We met some friends from my early childhood. I do not claim recognizing them but the names rang the bell.
Previously:
Holocaust Children, part I (guest post by Mom)
Holocaust Children, part II (guest post by Mom)
Holocaust Children, part III (guest post by Mom)

Holocaust Children, part II (guest post by Mom)

This is the second part of my Mom’s travelogue from Israel last month:
Trauma of baptized Jews
Friday, November 9th

The Conference continues to work in groups. The topics are interesting but I had to choose one for the morning and one for the afternoon. The first group summoned together the people of the same age as me. I believed I had known much about the war and suffering. In the group of about 30 participants from different countries I realized how little I had known. Better to say, I knew quite a lot about what had been going going on here, in our country, but not much about the events elsewhere.
People from Germany, France, Holland and Belgium had, in a way, rather similar experiences as we had had. Brave people rescued children risking their own lives, shared the last piece of bread with the hidden child. Who could save and hide a Jewish child? Catholic monasteries hid a number of kids. They baptized them and made of them devout Catholics. That was one of the ways they could rescue them from the Germans. Families, usually from villages, would take a child or two and shared with them the good and the bad and turned them into good Catholics. They became regular church goers.
After the war was over – some people told us their stories – they became confused. They did not know what they really were. They did not understand where they belong. When they were found by the Jewish organizations and taken to orphanages after the war the children became confused and their dilemmas started.
In the afternoon I participated in the session led by the president of the Federation, Mrs.Daisy Miller. From her biography I found out that she was born in Zagreb. The topic was: Did Holocaust survivors differ from non-survivors and in which way? Those who survived, we agreed, have been deprived of their childhoods. Some take facts of life differently. Individual experiences were discussed. Some were angry and accused themselves for being rescued while all the other members of their families perished. There were opinions that some of us had an urge to catch up for the lost time and destroyed childhood. Others addmitted never to have told their children what had been going on during the war. They tried to hide it from them or did not want to remind themselves of the past. Some did not want to burden their children with their stories. Some claimed to be emotionally crippled and unable to create tight connections. However, the majority were optimistic. They insisted on one point – be happy and make most of your life, use it as much as possible: make your life beautiful, both for yourself and for others.
Previously:
Holocaust Children, part I (guest post by Mom)

Holocaust Children, part I (guest post by Mom)

A few weeks ago, my mother took a long trip to Israel to attend a conference of Holocaust Child Survivors. She wrote a diary of her trip and it was, in a slightly edited form (omitting most of the recounts of family gatherings), published in the Serbian newspaper Danas (Today) in its popular weekend column. If you click on the link, you can read the diary in Serbian language. She then translated her travelogue into English and asked me to publish it here, on my blog, for everyone to see. I will do this in a few installments, starting with the first one today and the rest will appear here over the next few days.
About 40 members of our family perished in the Holocaust. My mother is one of the few lucky survivors. She was taped by the Spielberg’s Shoah foundation, telling her story (I think all the tapes are now deposited in the Holocaust Museum in NYC).
She also wrote her story and it appeared in the first volume of the series “Mi Smo Preziveli” (We Survived), published both in Serbian and in English by the Jewish Museum and the Jewish Council of Belgrade. The books are collections of war-time memories by the Holocaust survivors from the Balkans. The fifth volume (in Serbian language) is in preparation, and the third volume is about to be released in the English translation. The book is not available online for ordering, but if you e-mail the museum (muzej@eunet.yu), they will tell you how you can obtain a copy for yourself. All the accounts are riveting.
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So, here is the first day of my Mom’s trip, and come back for more over the next few days:

Lights of Yad Vashem
Thursday, November 8th

A convoy of buses was waiting in front of the Renaissance hotel in Jerusalem to take 800 participants of this year’s International Conference of Holocaust Child Survivors. This is the 19th annual Conference “Together in Israel” of the Federation.
Today we are visiting The Memorial Museum Yad Vashem. We are all aware that this will not be an easy and pleasant visit. We knew it would be hard, touching and moving.
Yad Vashem is the First Memorial Center of such kind and was open in 1953. Today, there are 250 such places all over the world. We are visiting the modern part opened in 2005. We are divided into groups and got an excellent guide. The guides are all volunteers, enthusiasts and well acquainted not only with the displays but also with all the important events. It was a short time and we could not see everything, but the experienced guide knew how to point out the most impressive and most significant and moving things. She drew our attention to the most striking photos, testimonies and objects.
The Museum came into being to remember the six million killed Jews in the Holocaust. What has remained? Testimonies of the survivors, objects and stuff people took with them leaving their homes – one could see toys, models of gas chambers, original cobblestone and rails from the Warsaw Ghetto, parts of the railway wagons the Germans used to take hundreds of thousand women, children and old men to places of death. Many remember the days spent in camps and long journeys is such wagons.
In the Hall of Names, the victims got their identity: faces and voices. Thousands of photos are placed in the dome and three million names are inscribed. The photos reflect themselves in a deep well and symbolize another three million victims whose names remain unknown.
The strongest impression for me was an underground hall in complete darkness. We were holding our hands on rails next to the wall to be able to move. We were looking up. Little lamps glittered twinkled like stars – some bigger, others smaller. All the time we were listening to a voice pronouncing a name, the age of a killed child. Shiny lamps reflected in the water deep bellow. What are those lights? Are they souls of innocent children?

XOXO

On Friday morning, there was a bang on the door and the UPS guy shoved a little cardboard box into our hands. Yeay! Our first XO laptop arrived. It is my wife’s, and she named it Svetlana, after the character played by the commediane extraordinaire Iris Bahr. I took the opportunity to try out my present, the Pentax Optio T30, to take pictures of the grand opening. Then, in the evening, there was another knock on the door and my daughter’s XO also arrived, so I had to take a few pictures of that as well (all under the fold).
The two of them have been chatting between each other and exploring their new laptops all weekend. Apparently, it cannot play movies, so if you go to YouTube it loads the movie forever – if you know the trick, let me know.

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The Meme Of Memes!

Matt and Mrs.Whatsit tagged me with the 7-meme and 8-meme and I have been struggling with the ideas as to how to respond. I am usually a sucker for memes. I always do them. But there is nothing – weird or not – about myself that I have not already mentioned on this blog at one point or another (except things that I will never say, as I do not want to endanger my job, my marriage, or my good relationships with the family, in-laws, neighbors, friends and colleagues). So, instead, I will challenge you: have you done more memes than I did in your blogging career? List them all. Here are mine:
Learn more basic stuff about me from the 4 meme
Learn even more about me from The Eight Random Facts Meme
Learn even, even more about me from the Eight Random Facts Meme, Take 2
Learn even, even, even more about me in the Meme of Four (again)
Learn more silly factoids about me in The Dirty Thirty Meme
Learn even more silly factoids about me in Seven Times Seven Meme
Learn more about what I think as to who might qualify as a scientist rock-star in the Scientist Rock Star meme
Learn more about my incredible library from the My Oldest Book(s) Meme
Learn more about my taste in books from the Book meme
Learn even more about my taste in books from The Book Meme
Learn even, even more about my taste in books from Another Book Meme!
Oh, and also Science Books from my Childhood meme.
I’ve been traveling a lot lately, so I need to update the States Meme
Learn more about my work history in the Four Jobs Meme
Learn more about the quotes I like from the Random Quotes Meme
Learn more about my thoughts on blogging at the Blogging Blog Meme
Learn even more about my thoughts on blogging from the Why Do You Blog Meme
I did the Year In Review meme twice, in 2006 and in 2007.
This year I missed it, but last year I did the Hanukah meme
The Thinking Blogger is kind of a meme as well.
Learn more about my favorite animals from the Cool Animal Meme
Learn more about my favourite birds in the Beauty: Not Just Feather-Deep meme.
Learn more about my tastes in movies/music/books from the Pharyngula mutating genre meme
And there are even more movies in the Obscure-but-Good Movies meme.
Learn more about my blog-fu from the I rank number one on Google meme!!
Learn more about my taste in monster movies from the Happy HalloMeme!
I participated in the Memetree experiment.
This is an old one – the 23-5 meme
And this one is silly: Zero meme
And so is this one – Browser Meme
While the Academic Blog Survey is dead serious.
I think that’s all. At least all I could find. Have fun. See if you can beat my record (well, just do them all plus one).

Have you hugged your horse today?

The other day, Kate wrote an interesting post about inter-species relationships, in particular the cases of inter-species adoption and parenting. In her post, she mentioned a paper that immediately drew my attention – Influence of various early human-foal interferences on subsequent human-foal relationship. by Henry S, Richard-Yris MA and Hausberger M. (Dev Psychobiol. 2006 Dec;48(8):712-8.).
In the paper, the newborn foals were either handled by humans (e.g., brought to the teat), or left completely alone with their mother, or just had humans standing by. Then, a few weeks later, they tested the foals as to their response to human handling. Those that were handled immediately after birth responded less positively than the controls and those that had just a presence of humans had a better response than the controls (in a nutshell – the study is more complicated than that, but this will suffice for now).
As someone who has spent my life around horses, I grokked this intuitively. The idea of “imprinting”, as I understood it at the time it was popular a couple of decades ago, did not mean, in my mind, force-handling newborn foals. It just meant ‘being there’. Letting the mare and foal do their stuff for the first few hours. Then, instead of letting the mares and foals out in the pasture for two years before trying to handle the semi-wild youngsters, making sure that the foals get used to the daily presence of humans, and gradually more and more interaction with humans, including touching and handling.
The paper is described as a test of “imprinting” but I am not sure – has anyone actually tried to imprint by force-handling foals at birth? Was that what imprinting ended up meaning? Or is the paper misinterpreting the idea?
I have raised a foal. My good friend and colleague, a veterinarian, was there when my horse was born. He let the nature take its course. For the first month, the dam was handled daily and they both spent time outside in the presence of humans, but nobody touched the foal. When I got him at six months of age, I spent the first night sitting in his food-trough, talking softly. He calmed down after a couple of hours, finally fell asleep, and later came over to me, sniffed me and nuzzled me. It never occurred to me to pat him as I never expected that to be a naturally soothing experience – “Yeesh, yuck, he…touched me!”.
But I spent hours every day with him afterwards. By the time he turned 1, I could catch him in the paddock (OK, the trick was to offer some tangerines), groom him, pick up his legs and trim his hooves, put a blanket on him, trim his whiskers with an electrical trimmer, lead him on the halter, lunge him, long-rein him, load him on the single-horse trailer and drive him around. At the age of 2, I had no problem putting the saddle on and getting on top myself. For the rest of his life he was a perfect gentleman in and out of the barn, easily handled by kids. He was not as easy to ride later on, I hear, which is surprising as I had no trouble riding him the first few months of his riding career. Last time I went home, back in 1995, I watched him do great at the Young Horse division of the showjumping championship of Serbia. I heard he started refusing to jump later and broke someone’s arm in the process. He subsequently won the dressage championship of Serbia with another rider. You can see a picture of him from his later years here.
I always thought that people patted horses because it feels good to the human, not the horse. The proper reward for work well done is rest – letting the reins long, walking the horse, taking him away from the noise of the show-ring to a quiet corner, giving him a bath, a stall full of fresh straw and some nice food, e.g., a warm bran-mash with apples and carrots (and garlic cloves – they LOVE it and their hair gets so shiny). The pat on the neck that a horse gets after running a good race or jumping a nice course is not in itself a reward. It is just a learned signal that the work is over and that the horse can now relax.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I tend to give annual thanks on New Years’ (I may have skipped a couple of years, but this year I have a lot to be thankful for, so come back here on December 31st for the extensive list).
Enjoy the holidays, be good to each other and, if you are so idle you decide to come here and see there is no new content, it is because….
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And so should you!

Good wine

Last Wednesday I went to Wine Authorities, the new wine store in Durham, for our monthly Durham Blogger Meetup.
Afterwards, I could not help it but go home with three new bottles of wine. The best is the one I tried from the Enomatic machine at the back of the store – 2005 Fleurie, Granits des Moriers (Jacky Piret), a gorgeous Spanish version of a Burgundy.
Since Thursday and Friday were crazy (on Thursday I spent 12 hours online monitoring the media and blog responses to the Nigersaurus paper and unveiling) and I was teaching on Saturday morning, we finally managed to have a nice dinner to try the wine with last night. Candle-lit:
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Boston trip – Part 1

OK, back home and rested – it’s time for a pictorial report, in two parts. This one is social, the other part will be about the conference itself. All of it under the fold…

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Meme of Four (again)

I don’t think I ever refused a meme, even if I have done it already, especially if a lot of time passed, or one can provide new answers every time. But this one is tough, as I would barely change anything from the last time I did it. But, since it is so old, I’ll copy it here again and make a few little changes to it:
4 jobs you’ve had:
1. Horse trainer and riding instructor, Assistant to the Handicapper and Racing Secretary, as well as the Finish-line judge at the Belgrade Racecourse
2. Translator of Disney comic-strips from English to Serbian
3. Biology teacher at various levels to various kinds of students at various schools.
4. Online Community Manager for PLoS ONE
4 movies you could watch over & over:
1. Enter The Dragon
2. Hair
3. Aristocats
4. Coyote Ugly
4 places you’ve lived:
1. Belgrade, Yugoslavia
2. Raleigh, NC
3. San Francisco, CA (for a month)
4. Chapel Hill, NC
4 TV shows you love to watch (I rarely ever watch TV):
1. Bad mutant animal movies on the sci-fi channel
2. C-Span during the election frenzy
3. Attenborough nature shows
4. Pink Panther cartoons with my kids
4 places you’ve been on holiday:
1. Stockholm, Sweden
2. Up and down the eastern coast of the Adriatic sea
3. Kiawah Island, SC
4. Chicago during Christmastime
4 websites you visit daily:
1. Scienceblogs.com, of course, to see what my SciBlings are up to.
2. PLoS, of course, as that’s my job.
3. All my e-mail accounts, my Facebook, all my sitemeters, Technorati, etc. – this takes some time!
4. Conference wiki to see if anyone new signed up!
4 of your favorite foods:
1. Chocolate
2. tasting the meat of strange species of animals
3. Chocolate Cream-O-Wheat
4. Chocolate
4 places you’d rather be:
1. I actually like it here very much, thank you
2. Travelling the world aboard HMS Beagle
3. Visiting New Zealand
4. in a place far, far away, camping with ecologists/naturalists, communing with nature.
4 lucky people to tag (trying to tag people who would further spread the meme among SEED sciencebloggers, non-SEED science bloggers, medbloggers, edubloggers, liberal bloggers and NC bloggers):
1. Anne-Marie
2. Kate
3. Sheril
4. Anna

Back…

…from Boston. Exhausted. Dog happy to see me. Cats, too. Wife, too. Pictorial report tomorrow.

Checking in….

Landed safely in Boston. Anna picked me up at the airport and took me to a tour of Harvard (after a breakfast/lunch of crepes), and now I wish I did read the descriptions of Harvard Square under various weather conditions.
I marked the Wideman library (by going to the bathroom of course) and nobody can take that accomplishment away from me ever!
Now off to meet Alex and others.

Miracle of Science!

I know, it’s the name of a bar. In Boston. I’ll be there tomorrow night around 8pm. Warming up for Publishing in the New Millennium: A Forum on Publishing in the Biosciences. Alex will be there. Anna will be there. Some others. You, too, if you can.

Meet me at Harvard on Friday

Back at Scifoo I met Anna Kushnir. And then we met again. And then, inspired by the conversations at Scifoo, Anna decided to organize a day-long, student-hosted conference about the future of scientific publishing – Publishing in the New Millennium: A Forum on Publishing in the Biosciences. And she decided to invite me to appear on one of the panels.
So, later this week, I will be in Boston, more precisely Cambridge MA, discussing Open Access and Science 2.0. I am arriving on Thursday in the early afternoon and leaving on Saturday in the early afternoon, so there is plenty of opportunity to meet me, even if you cannot make it to Harvard on Friday afternoon (and I hope you can – it promises to be quite exciting!). Just let Anna know about. Apart from Anna, I also hope to meet some other old friends, like Corie Lok, Alex Palazzo, Evie Brown, Moshe Pritsker, Kaitlin Thaney and YOU! So, check out the conference schedule and try to be there if you can.

Breaking News: PLoS ONE Managing Editor visits the Chapel Hill office!

Yup, Chris Surridge, Managing Editor of PLoS ONE (and the author of the legendary comment) swung by the Chapel Hill office last night. Since my initial stint was in the San Francisco office, and Chris is working in the Cambridge UK office, this was the first time we met in person. Much fun was had by all. The pictorial story under the fold:

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