Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Someone needs to walk a mile in somebody else's shoes...

So I ask my brother the high school teacher how it feels to be the latest supervillain, hell-bent on the destruction of all that is good and fiscally responsible. The next day the New York Times ran this article, "Teachers Wonder, Why the Scorn?" about how Wisconsin teachers are coping with this very question.

The letters come in. Most are sensible. One, authored by Richard Frauenglass, comes from the planet Fox-Teabag. I quote it in full, because it is so unmoored from reality.

It is a mystery why teachers fail to understand the public perception. They do not work a full day, they have significant time off during the day, they have extensive vacation time, they can be granted tenure and they have a retirement benefits package that is the envy of all except top corporate executives. Any additional activity, like being a coach, club leader or adviser, is generally compensated.

Now don’t get me wrong. The uniformed unions also have overreaching benefits that need renegotiation. But it is the teachers with whom the public has the greatest contact and who regularly whine about how poorly treated they are and demand raises from struggling taxpayers on whose shoulders their compensation falls.

It is high time they wake up and begin to understand that they do not exist in a vacuum and that their ivory towers need a dose of reality.



Wow. Just, wow. It takes your breath away. There is some temptation to find the author's phone number, and have brother M. call him in the morning when he starts, and at night when he's done with the day's work. Better yet, brother M's suggestion that he actually try teaching for just one day. M's prediction is that Mr. Frauenglass would by crying by 10:00 AM and face-down and comatose by 1:00 PM.

And don't even get me started on how the University insists that teaching a class of 300 frosh is a "half-time position."

Science-speak gem of the day

Science writing occasionally barfs up pithy nuggets, worthy of Basho or Rumsfeld:

"An unexpected residual excess of teleological thinking has influenced the evolution of biological sciences during the last few decades."

J. F. Linares, I. Gustafsson, F. Baquero, and J. L. Martinez (2006). Antibiotics as intermicrobial signaling agents instead of weapons. Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. USA 103:51, 19484-19489.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

There was a ski race. It was Great

Today was the annual Great Ski Race--30 km from Lake Tahoe to Truckee. 12 km of up, up, up, up; 10 km of down, down, down; 7.9 km of rolling flat; 100 m of terrifying downhill. This is always a fun ski--it's kind of a ski equivalent of Bay to Breakers. This year there was a bevy of skiing leprechauns, the skiing Playboy bunnies, the leisure-suit guy, and other colorful characters (I've met a guy who did it with a friend on tandem skis). I'm afraid I wasn't much for costume this year:

(I guess that guy behind me was dressed as the devil.)

Anyway, conditions were better than I had feared--the forecast was for rain, but fortunately all the precipitation was in the form of snow. My technique was pretty good, thanks to the trip to Canada. However, I am just not in great shape this year--the guys in the first wave (shown here at the start) finished in an hour and a half; I rolled in an hour later.
Out of about 800 skiers, I was again smack in the middle of the pack. My time was ten minutes slower than the last time, but the wet snow slowed everybody down--the winning time was also ten minutes slower than in previous years. Anyway, I finished, I didn't bonk, I didn't biff on the final hill, and I had a fine day of skiing. I'll count it as a win.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Friday Flora


Masdevallia hybrid "Pretty Pink." From Santa Barbara Orchid Estates. The flower is not huge, maybe three or four cm from tip to tip. This is kind of an old photo, but the same plant is blooming like crazy right now--I'm just too lazy to try to take a nice photo.

Nice to know I'm doing it right

(Shouted, as a chorus in perfect unison, by a car-full of college students who stopped at an intersection, watching me rollerski along M street):

"DUDE! THAT IS F***ING AWESOME"

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Bold Traveler

One of my favorite television series is Life on Earth, produced by David Attenborough. Every episode seemed to feature him walking across one of the Dry Valleys of Antarctica, or the Atacama desert, or an iceberg, or solfatara. After noting how hostile the area was, Attenborough would turn over a rock and point at a green smudge or a tiny insect, and in his plummy British accent say “And yet…even here...in this harsh environment, life persists!” For champions of endurance, though, Attenborough should have pointed to microbes. As a harsh environment, it’s hard to beat hot rocks nearly three kilometers underground—but microbial life doesn’t just persist there, it seems to thrive.

Interest in life deep beneath the Earth’s surface has been growing in recent years. There was considerable surprise when deep-drilling projects in the 1980’s revealed that oceanic basalts held diverse communities of Bacteria and Archaea. Because of the way these basalts form, we could figure out how old they were. Amazingly, rock that had been buried for millions of years carried millions and sometimes billions of microbial cells. Microscopic analysis using dyes that only stain living cells showed that the majority of these cells were alive, although living veeeery slowly. These observations stimulated further questions—in fact, the two basic questions asked by all environmental microbiologists: who are these guys, and what are they doing?

“Who is there” is easily answered in this day and age by DNA sequencing. Since Bacteria and Archaea are generally identified on the basis of ribosomal RNA sequence, DNA was extracted from these rock samples and probed for the genes encoding ribosomal RNA. These genes could be sequenced and the results would show “who” lived in young (only tens of thousands of years old) oceanic basalts. The answer is somewhat surprising. The Archaea generally have a reputation as “extremophiles,” capable of living in the harshest environments. They also are about half of the organisms found in the deepest oceans. However, in young oceanic basalts, they are only 10% of a surprisingly diverse population. In fact, there seems to be twice the diversity of bacterial species in the young basalts than in the surrounding seawater.

Probing of older basalts showed that as the environment got harsher, diversity decreased. Drilling 1600 meters beneath the ocean floor (into rocks that were deposited over 100 million years ago), researchers found an environment with temperatures ranging from 60 to 90 degrees Celsius, but with a million cells per gram of rock. These cells were definitely alive. However, unlike the younger basalts, the diversity of life sustained by these deep rocks was very low. Generally, only a few types were found, and they were evenly divided between anaerobic Bacteria and methanogenic Archaea. So there seemed to be a trend: deeper and older meant fewer cells and less diversity.

The current record for human curiosity in this subject was established in 2008. In this case, curiosity was helped by greed, as the scientists gained access to a South African gold mine and sampled the water percolating through porous rocks 2,800 meters below the surface of the earth. Conditions there are beastly—a temperature of 60°C (140°F—give a thought to the humans who work there!). Worse, there’s very little energy available. We humans get energy by burning carbon compounds in oxygen; the bacteria living in ocean sediments get energy by burning carbon compounds in sulfates. But in these deep rocks, it seems at first glance that there’s nothing to burn.

“And yet, even here in this harsh environment, life persists!” Not much life, though, and no diversity. The researchers didn’t actually observe any cells—they simply collected DNA. Although this DNA was somewhat similar to that of known types of bacteria, it was unique—enough so that the researchers postulated that it belong to a previously unknown organism, which they named Desulforudis audaxviator. Amazingly, there is no diversity in this environment. They sampled half a million pieces of DNA from this environment, and 99.96% of it came from D. audaxviator. They found essentially no other DNA in their samples. It appears that D. audaxviator—it means “bold traveler”—lives alone in the rocky depths.

We are used to a “web of life,” with organisms interconnected by chemistry and energy: up here, the plants take light and carbon dioxide to make glucose, while we eat the plants to make carbon dioxide, and so on. There are similar cycles for nitrogen, sulfur and other elements, and ultimately, all of these cycles are powered by energy from the sun. Bold traveler lives by itself, depending on no one and feeding no one, a situation unique in my experience in biology. The researchers’ analysis of Bold traveler’s genes show how it can be a one-species ecosystem. It’s able to take in carbon dioxide and make sugar (instead of photosynthesis, it uses chemosynthesis, a light-independent process). It can also “burn” that sugar, using sulfate instead of oxygen, and get energy. It can fix nitrogen, the same way that the bacteria that live in bean plants do. It contains all the element cycles in itself.

If a solo ecosystem is surprising, the energy that probably powers this ecosystem is amazing. We can tell by its genes that Bold traveler burns its fuel using sulfate in place of oxygen—it has the genes for it. But what is less clear is the nature of the fuel it uses. The fuel may be sugar, but there’s very little of that available in the deep rocks. Its genes suggest that Bold traveler burns hydrogen as its fuel. You might reasonably expect hydrogen to be rare in these rocks—it’s a light gas, and would want to be up in the air. But there is water in these rocks, and there is another critical thing: energy.

You may have seen an apparatus that uses electricity to break water into its constituents: electrodes are dipped into water, and a fairly powerful voltage results in oxygen coming off of one electrode, hydrogen off the other. There are no electrodes in the rocks deep underground, but there is energy: the radioactive decay of elements such as thorium and uranium is able to pry hydrogen away from oxygen. Although we don’t know this for sure, we can calculate that the amount of radioactivity present in these rocks is sufficient to keep cells such as Bold traveler alive. So, our best guess is that Bold traveler is, indirectly, nuclear powered: radioactive decay produces hydrogen from water, and Bold traveler burns that hydrogen using sulfate in the rocks it lives in. Unlike just about every other organism we’ve ever seen, Bold traveler is completely independent of the sun.

This all sounds freaky, and for one trained in the biology of “normal” organisms, rather suspect. But what is normal? If normal is what the majority does, that Bold traveler may be normal, and we are the freaks. All the life we are used to—all the birds and trees and people and whales, all the microbes that live in the soil and oceans—are just the thinnest of films on the surface of the earth. The biosphere we know is at best a few meters thick on a globe twelve and a half million meters across. Sure, the life we know may grow to great densities in this environment, but it is a tiny environment. Now consider bold traveler and its fellows: their environment is poor, but thousands of times larger than ours. A simple calculation shows that the majority of microbial life--perhaps the majority of all life--persists in this harsh environment. It's enough to make me envision a microbial Attenborough, trudging through a lush rainforest or fertile farmland, saying "...and yet, even in this harsh environment, life persists!"


By the way, that name—D. audaxviator—is kind of a joke. It refers to Jules Vernes Journey to the Center of the Earth. The heroes of the story are guided by instructions, in Latin, addressed to the “bold traveler”, or audax viator.

Dylan Chivian et al. (2008). Environmental Genomics Reveals a Single-Species Ecosystem Deep Within the Earth. Science 322: 275-278.

Erwin Roussel et al. (2008). Extending the Sub-Sea-Floor Biosphere. Science 320: 1046.

Cara M. Santelli et al (2008). Abundance and Diversity of Microbial Life in Ocean Crust. Nature 453: 653-657.

"Good work. I'll probably kill you tomorrow."

There’s a passage in William Goldman’s excellent novel “The Princess Bride” in which the hero’s ship is captured by the Dread Pirate Roberts. All aboard are killed except for our hero; he is kept alive for one day, forced to work. At the end of the day, the Dread Pirate Roberts tells our hero that he did a good job, and he’ll probably be killed tomorrow. The next day, our hero is put to work again, and at the end of the day, the Dread Pirate Roberts says “You did very well today. I’ll probably kill you tomorrow.” This goes on, Scheherezade-like, until our hero becomes the Dread Pirate Roberts’ apprentice and successor.


Despite it's being a fantasy about pirates and swordfights and the like, this is actually a reasonable approximation of life as a lecturer as I know it. There are two types of lecturers here, a “Lecturer with Job Security” (that’s the actual title) and a “Lecturer.” The lecturer with Job Security can only be terminated with a year’s notice. I am not one of those; I am a lecturer.


Towards the end of every quarter, I have a talk with M_______, the department vice-chair in charge of teaching. Every time, she says the same thing. “You’re doing a good job. We probably won’t hire you next quarter.” There’s some difficulty getting money, or not enough students have enrolled, or the dean wants so-and-so to actually teach, or the University has decided that it hates non-faculty lecturers—whatever. Sometimes this actually happens, and I don’t have a job for three months.


When I talked with M________ earlier this quarter, I was told the same thing. I’m doing a good job; I almost certainly won’t be hired next quarter.


Apparently, the Powers That Be (that is, those even higher in the administration than the Dean) have decided to get more Frosh through Bis2A—like, a lot more Frosh. So, these powers opened up a pot of money, opened up a giant lecture hall, and opened up registration. So, a reprieve: I will be teaching next quarter (that’s just three weeks away), and I’ll have a class of two or three hundred freshlings to deal with. I am starting to get anxious about this—but on the whole, it’s better than the alternative. I wouldn’t say I feel like Westley, the hero of The Princess Bride—but I do feel relieved.