Science walks on the wild side

Science walks on the wild side

A modern reconstruction of the extinct dodo • Photo by Michael Coghlan (CC BY-SA 2.0)

Originally published 31 December 1990

Svelte dodos, cloned mag­no­lias, pet rocks of ven­er­a­ble age, and buck­y­balls. In this sea­son of lists, here is one more. Ten of the funki­est, fun­ni­est, and just plain fool­ish sci­ence sto­ries of 1990. If noth­ing else, they prove sci­ence has a human face.

Immu­nol­o­gist Leon Rosen­berg of Stan­ford Uni­ver­si­ty is work­ing on a mos­qui­to vac­cine for use in insect and dis­ease con­trol. The vac­cine, inject­ed into humans, will afford no pro­tec­tion from mos­qui­to bites or from infec­tion with the malar­ia par­a­site. It will, how­ev­er, be dead­ly to the mos­qui­to that bites a vac­ci­nat­ed vic­tim. Why should Rosen­berg expect us to accept vac­ci­na­tion with an agent that pro­vides no imme­di­ate per­son­al ben­e­fit? Altru­ism? Nope. Revenge against the pesky mos­qui­to? You bet.

Remem­ber the dodo? A fat, flight­less bird from the island of Mau­ri­tius in the Indi­an Ocean, dri­ven to extinc­tion with­in a cen­tu­ry of its dis­cov­ery by Euro­peans in 1592? The dodo’s ungrace­ful cor­pu­lence some­how seemed to account for its dead-as-a-dodo fate. Appar­ent­ly, our image of an obese dodo was based on 17th cen­tu­ry paint­ings of cap­tured birds grown fat in con­fine­ment. A recon­struc­tion of the dodo, based on the best sci­en­tif­ic evi­dence, is on dis­play at the Roy­al Muse­um of Scot­land. It shows a crea­ture that is pos­i­tive­ly svelte.

Female anthro­pol­o­gists met at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Cal­i­for­nia at San­ta Cruz to dis­cuss female biol­o­gy. The meet­ing was closed to male researchers, a restric­tion that attract­ed wide­spread crit­i­cism from with­in the sci­en­tif­ic com­mu­ni­ty. One orga­niz­er of the con­fer­ence was quot­ed in the press as say­ing, “At the end of the first day, we were where we’d be after three days of oth­er con­fer­ences.” Accord­ing to the women, male pos­tur­ing and fil­i­bus­ter­ing slow sci­en­tif­ic conferences.

A live-and-livid dinosaur?

Pale­on­tol­o­gists announced the recov­ery of intact DNA from fos­silized mag­no­lia leaves almost 20 mil­lion years old. The excep­tion­al preser­va­tion result­ed from bur­ial in lake-bot­tom muds with low oxy­gen con­tent and cold tem­per­a­tures. The researchers were able to ampli­fy the DNA and com­pare it to DNA of present-day species. The work offers a daz­zling plot sce­nario for sci­ence fic­tion writ­ers: DNA is obtained from a well-pre­served 70 mil­lion year-old dinosaur fos­sil and used to clone a live-and-kick­ing Tyran­nosaurus rex.

Pet your cat, but leave the house plants untouched. That’s the con­clu­sion of researchers at Stan­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Med­ical Cen­ter who have iden­ti­fied plant genes that are acti­vat­ed by touch. The genes cause plant growth to be stunt­ed. Why would such a response evolve in plants but not in ani­mals? The researchers guess it may have some­thing to do with the fact that plants can’t move in response to envi­ron­men­tal stress. In oth­er words, when your cat tires of being pet­ted, it gets up and walks away. Your root­ed petu­nia shrivels.

Here’s one that’s counter-intu­itive. Psy­chol­o­gists at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Austin think they have dis­cov­ered what makes a human face attrac­tive: aver­a­ge­ness. They dig­i­tized the faces of 32 female col­lege stu­dents and aver­aged them on a com­put­er. They then asked stu­dent vol­un­teers to com­pare 96 indi­vid­ual dig­i­tized faces to the aver­age face. Only four real faces were con­sid­ered more beau­ti­ful than the com­pos­ite. The essence of beau­ty, appar­ent­ly, is ordinariness.

And here’s a sto­ry of do-good­ism run amuck. Two vet­eri­nary sur­geons in Eng­land nar­row­ly escaped death or injury when plas­tic explo­sive devices went off under their auto­mo­biles. A 13-month-old boy in the vicin­i­ty of one explo­sion was severe­ly injured. The Ani­mal Lib­er­a­tion Front, a group of ani­mal rights activists, claimed respon­si­bil­i­ty, vow­ing to kill or maim any sci­en­tif­ic researcher who “abused and tor­tured” animals.

Late in 1989, Samuel Bowring, a geol­o­gist from Wash­ing­ton Uni­ver­si­ty in St. Louis, announced the dis­cov­ery of the old­est known rocks in the Earth­’s crust. On a remote island in a lake in the North­west Ter­ri­to­ries of Cana­da, he found an out­crop of gran­ite dat­ed at 3.962 bil­lion years, only half-a-bil­lion years younger than Earth. Bowring won’t get rich on his dis­cov­ery, but a cou­ple of Cana­di­an prospec­tors sleuthed out the site and staked a claim. They are sell­ing pieces of the gran­ite as nov­el­ties, so far more than a ton of the stuff, small bits for $5, big chunks for $50. Next, they plan to fly in Japan­ese tourists.

Writing for profit

Sci­en­tists sel­dom get rich from their dis­cov­er­ies, but a few have achieved super­star sta­tus in the realm of pub­lish­ing. Stephen Hawk­ing’s A Brief His­to­ry of Time sold about 250,000 hard­cov­er copies in Britain, and a mil­lion more in the Unit­ed States. Now, Nobel lau­re­ate Mur­ray Gell-Mann, pro­fes­sor of the­o­ret­i­cal physics at Cal Tech, has signed a con­tract worth “way over a mil­lion dol­lars” for a book called The Quark and the Jaguar. Gell-Mann is the fel­low who invent­ed the quark and snitched the name from James Joyce. His Nobel Prize is loose change by com­par­i­son with his book advance.

Few sci­en­tif­ic dis­ci­plines are more unglam­orous than mate­ri­als sci­ence, but 1990 was a excit­ing year for the folks who arrange old atoms into new mate­ri­als. Noth­ing was more excit­ing than the dis­cov­ery of a way to pro­duce sub­stan­tial quan­ti­ties of “buck­y­balls,” spher­i­cal mol­e­cules of 60 car­bon atoms that are expect­ed to have unusu­al and pos­si­bly use­ful prop­er­ties. The nick­name derives from the soc­cer-ball arrange­ment of car­bon atoms in the mol­e­cule, which resem­bles the geo­des­ic domes invent­ed by Buck­min­ster Fuller.

Play­ing with buck­y­balls! Who said sci­en­tists don’t have fun?

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