Thursday, July 2, 2015

A Bit of Earth

Our grandmother, whose belly was a star, begat the elements of mother earth, the dust from which all life arose. For four and a half billion years later, gravity has been the same as it was in the beginning, drawing Earth’s children to its center from birth to death. Dust to dust. As Neil deGrasse Tyson puts it in the hit series Cosmos, “Earth pulls on us. Our lives are a relentless struggle with gravity. From our first efforts to stand to our final surrender, we are struggling to overcome the Earth's pull. We are born, live and die in a force field-- one that is almost as old as the universe itself. 13.8 billion years.”

A prison you cannot escape.

Earth pulls on us. Across the world, we kneel, press our foreheads to the ground. We kiss terra firma with gratitude after weeks at sea. Mineral pools bubbling from the planet’s core draw us to their soothing waters, heal our tired bodies. Each night, we upend our centers of gravity, we sleep, momentarily convinced to stop resisting.

But as long as earth pulls on us, we pull on her. Gravity attracts all bodies to one another. When our foreheads bow into the dirt, two global forcefields meet in worship. The forcefield of a human head draws the planet towards itself. We pull on the earth. At 9.81 meters per second squared, earth rises to meet our lips, obeying the unbreakable laws of nature. She dutifully slips her immense hands beneath our tired backs as we snore, each breath taken in relativity to her mass.

We pull on the earth. Digging, weeding, planting trees that defy gravity’s presence. When the forcefields of humans and earth collide, soils turn, roses stretch to the heavens, waves of grain bend in the breeze and then reach again for the sky. Trees bulge with fruit that then falls on the heads of puzzled physicists. A small portion of the sphere becomes our own as we coax up artichokes, hollyhocks, grapes. A garden, a place to co-create and to observe inevitable death. 

In The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett, a sickly and rejected girl, Mary, is summoned by her uncle, the wealthy Lord Craven of Yorkshire. As her new guardian, who is unable to give her any real attention or time, he asks her:

    “Is there anything you want? Do you want toys, books, dolls?”

    “Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?”

    “Earth!” he repeated. “What do you mean?”

    “To plant seeds in–to make things grow–to see them come alive,” Mary faltered.

Her uncle instructs her to take what she wishes, from anywhere, and bids her goodbye. Unwittingly, he gifts her the Secret Garden, the heart and soul of the late Mrs. Craven, her mother’s sister. Mary’s aunt was killed by a falling branch in the very same garden, that bit of earth that was her life and death.

With the door locked and the key buried, the secret garden lay dormant, unloved, sickly, forgotten… not unlike poor Mary. But the laws of nature are constant. Life cycles continue from death to rebirth; the garden is tended by Mary, the act of which, in turn, brings her to life.

In the broadway musical, Lord Craven sings,

    She should have a pony, gallop 'cross the moor
    She should have a doll's house with a hundred rooms per floor
    Why can't she ask for a treasure? Something that money can buy
    That won't die, when I'd give her the world, she asks instead for some earth

    She'll grow to love
    The tender roses, lilies fair, the iris tall
    And then in fall, her bit of earth
    Will freeze and kill them all

Once we accept that change is inevitable, we realize there is no fixed place in the cosmos. All of nature is in motion. Earth pulls on us, we pull on the earth, seasons generate sprouts and fruit, currents of moisture and wind lay ruin to crops, we struggle on tiny feet to stand, we get old, we fall. But we don’t let gravity get us down. We pull on the earth as it hurdles through space. 

Even standing still listening to the birds, Tyson reminds us that “Earth is turning at more than 1,600 kilometers per hour while it orbits the Sun at more than 100,000 kilometers per hour. And the Sun is moving through the galaxy at a half a million miles per hour. And the Milky Way is moving through the universe at nearly one and a half million miles an hour” (Neil deGrasse Tyson). As we walk through deserts, drive across swamps, plant beds of onions, the ground is moving.

When stars of a certain mass die and their fuel begins to run out, they become black holes, bending spacetime. Not even light can escape their incredible gravitational pull. It is thought that at the center of most galaxies, supermassive black holes exist, absorbing stars and merging with other black holes.

When our sun is finally sucked in and becomes timeless, spaceless, perhaps it emerges on the other side in a parallel universe. A universe where life doesn’t end, time and space are constant, light doesn’t bend, gravity barely has a grip. We float free, wandering and wondering whether another kind of life exists beyond us. A life where gardens grow and heal humans and the humans revitalize a bit of earth. Where we are the makers of change rather than those who suffer from it. We pull on the earth, and the earth pulls on us. All is well and in balance forever in our secret garden.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Earth from Space

For the past year, my television watching has been limited to public stations. No problem... PBS is normally what I choose to watch even though I now have access to satellite TV (a lot of it is mindless garbage in my opinion--even Discovery Channel, The History Channel and TLC have little to offer these days). I get (probably overly) excited, especially, about science programs like NOVA, which airs on PBS. I plan my day so that I will be home when it’s on and have time to take it all in.

Earth from Space, which aired in June 2013, was a NOVA program that really impacted me. It describes how satellites both give us a view of earth from space and enable us to “see” life-sustaining processes normally invisible to the naked eye. This is made possible by either reading or emitting waves that are outside of the visible spectrum of light. Viewers are able to visualize how the earth’s temperature is regulated by ocean currents, how the Sahara Desert nourishes the Amazon half a world away, how annual ice fluctuations in the arctic create an underwater brine “waterfall,” and the scale of earth’s magnetic field. As this was my first exposure to such knowledge, I was blown away by how our technology has improved our vision and understanding of how our planet supports diverse life in diverse environments.

Here’s an excerpt from the script:

NARRATOR: As a major engine, driving the world’s ocean currents, Antarctica helps protect Earth’s climate from wild swings in temperature. The constant, dependable circulation of the oceans around the globe and the relatively stable temperatures it produces, have made Earth a hospitable planet. Long-term stability provided time for life to flourish and complex animals and plants to evolve. And this is how a process that began with Antarctic ice continues to sustain our world.





Remember learning about the electromagnetic spectrum in high school? Waves of various lengths are arranged from long (radio waves) to short (gamma rays) and visible light is represented by a very small segment of this line. Visualizing the spectrum’s entire length from LA to NY, this visible section would be the size of a dime. There is so much information that our eyes have not adapted to see, but luckily, we have adapted large brains which innovate the technology to read this information in indirect ways.

For example, satellites can help us “see” the inner structure of a hurricane by bouncing microwaves off of raindrops. How neat is that?

On the lower end of the electromagnetic spectrum, just below the visible color red, infrared images detect heat and can measure water vapor rising off the oceans surface, a process marking the beginning of a tropical storm. 






Microwaves emitted by satellites can penetrate through clouds to detect ice year-round. This kind of information is quite valuable for studying climate change over the years.

But the coolest part of the program to me was the precision of measurement some of our technology is capable of, and what it reveals. Using a piece of equipment called Jason, a satellite dedicated to oceanographic data collection, we are able to bounce radar off the surface of the ocean to measure it’s height within millimeters, revealing shape of sea floor. This kind of information reveals processes we never could have imagined, such as a super-colossal underwater “waterfall.” This occurs when water freezes around the South Pole; the salt is ejected because it doesn't freeze, then sinks to the sea floor as it is denser than the surrounding water.



 

Here is another excerpt from the script:

NARRATOR: Combining data from satellites and undersea instruments, scientists can reconstruct what is happening, hidden beneath the ice. What they learn is astounding. One trillion gallons of salty brine plunge down through the Weddell Sea every hour—a torrent equivalent to the volume of 500 Niagara Falls. The brine spreads out towards the edge of the Antarctic continental shelf and then falls into the chasm revealed by Jason. A vast submarine waterfall plummets downward. The cold, dense brine falls slowly, silently, into the abyss, two miles down to the ocean floor below. It will not resurface for hundreds of years.

Did you catch the number trillion (1,000,000,000,000)? A million is hard to imagine, let alone a billion. Well, a trillion is equal to a million millions, or a thousand billions. So, one trillion gallons of brine tumbling into the chasm per hour. We still don’t know where it goes when it falls, but we are a big step closer to understanding our planet. And this is just one of the many discoveries satellites have made! I cannot do the program justice in a short blog post... please, go watch it yourself! For me at least, there is little more thrilling or breathtaking than getting a glimpse at what is happening just beyond the horizon of our understanding. 


It's about 2 hours, but worth the watch




Sunday, May 18, 2014

NZ Wasp Gets Evicted

    Spring has sprung in southern Oregon and the wasps are dancing under the eaves. While I had planned to discuss the possibility of insects sustaining the ever-growing human population, I recently remembered a wasp story from my travels in New Zealand. I may post about bugs as food later on, but in the meantime, you can check out Megan Miller’s TED Talk about insects as a food source here.

    This is from a weekly email I sent to family and friends while traveling. I was living and working on a pear orchard in Motueka at the time, located in the northern coastal region of the South Island:


A few out-of-the-ordinary events have occurred, one of which I have to share because it is probably the freakiest phenomenon I have ever discovered in the natural world. For a few days I had heard a whining buzz near the sink in the kitchen and eventually discovered the source: a black bee-like insect hanging out on the over-sink water heater. There is a transparent gauge running up the front of the tank displaying the amount of water inside, which showed it was about half-full. Upon closer examination, the bee seemed to be covering a small, square opening near the top of the gauge with yellowish mud-like "stuff." I was a bit weirded out by this invasion, so I grabbed the noisy bee with an oven mitt and put her outside. 


I then studied the yellowish square and thought that maybe the bee was making a home there. I didn't know what I might find inside, but some dark curiosity overcame me and I began to unblock the hole to take a peek... until I unearthed a black, hairy leg poking out of a corner. I backed away, though I wasn't sure if I had imagined this or not. I didn't really want to surprise a bee and get stung (I am one of those people who reacts badly, puffing up like a blowfish). 


Still, I wasn't done experimenting, so I decided to implement a more indirect course of action. When the water heater is filled, the gauge directly fills with it; my plan was to unblock the yellow seal on top of the gauge by slowly filling the tank, thereby avoiding direct contact with whatever was inside. I turned on the water and watched as it began to creep up the gauge (I proceeded cautiously so there wouldn’t be an explosion out of the hole in the top). 


Despite my care, this still happened. The water flow stopped briefly before all the contents of the nest came spewing out at once. Some of it went into my hair, which is horrible, considering what was inside.


Spiders. Intact, adult orb web spiders (Eriophora pustulosa). 


 

I expected maybe some more bees or pupae, but not this. They were not enclosed in any casing or nibbled on... they all appeared freshly-dead. Many of them were a green, shimmering color with long back legs. I learned I had disturbed the nest of a mason wasp (of the family Eumeninae), a species native to New Zealand. They make a whining sound as they process the nesting material (mud) and are sort of black in color. 

 

Why all the dead spiders? Well first of all, they weren't dead. 

Yeah. 


They were alive, but unable to move having been paralyzed by the mama wasp. It gets better: she places the immobile spiders in various compartments of her nest, each housing an egg (often placed under the skin or directly on the spider(s)). When her eggs hatch, the larvae begin to eat the spiders, starting with the non-vital bits in order to keep them alive and fresh for as long as possible. This behavior of stockpiling food is known as mass provisioning.


Mason wasp nest

 Had I experienced this story without any knowledge of science or understanding of the natural world, I might think that this wasp was pure evil, possessed by some kind of sick demon. From a human perspective, it seems pretty messed up for a living creature to be eaten alive while paralyzed. 


But if this process isn't amazing, I don't know what is. This creature has evolved to survive in this unique way on a planet where food is uncertain. I'm fortunate to live in an age where information is so readily available that I can actually look up this phenomenon and figure out what is going on.


We can all explore the world right in front of our eyes between the tools of science and a willingness to understand that everything in nature has a niche. For an observation to be written off as "too wondrous for mortal understanding" would do this planet a great disservice, as lack of understanding leads to uninformed decisions that harm life, human or otherwise. At the same time, to assume that something that seems "evil” to humans--like being paralyzed and eaten alive--is also “evil” by nature, would also be misled.  


May we all reflect on our own niche: the part we play in the environment in which we live, with the resources we have, and appreciate the wonder that is all around us without rash judgement.