#IamScience: Embracing Personal Experience on Our Rise Through Science
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Magical things can happen when you enthusiastically open your mouth on the internet. One of these magical things is learning how personal experience shapes people’s lives. Looking into others causes you to look into yourself. And then something really magical happens – we learn we are not alone. Among our unique, personal experiences lies a universal experience we all share – the events of lives have shaped who have become to a great extent.

Now, I’m not talking about any genetic versus environmental components here.  That’s not what this is about. Somehow there became a “norm” of being in science. Likely a stereotype perpetuated by Hollywood. I refuse to believe it is holdover from the “good ole days” of science when it was a gentlemen’s club. Surely, if we have unique experiences, trials and tribulations that have defined our very being, so did they.

But this chatter is not saved in the archives of history; it wasn’t broadcasted all over the internet, exposed for all the world to see. Our generation(s) are unique in this regard. We share. A lot. Sometimes, too much, but we persist. We crave acceptance, a comfort in knowing that while we might pride ourselves on our unique attributes we are not also alienated by them.

Science has a way of making us disembody ourselves, divorcing personality from career. But this is that strange “norm” we’ve been beaten over the head with creeping up on us again. Why did we do this to ourselves? The aspects of our mentors we are most surprised at discovering often tend to be personality quirks. My advisor has a hobby?? Plays in a band?? My tenured genetics professor FAILED genetics when they were in college??

Preposterous as it may seem, everyone – even in science – is pretty unique. We of the generations X and Y just talk about it. In fact, the distinguishing characteristic between those scientists online and those offline is our unfathomable ability to not shut up. Somehow, we tend to be just as productive on average. Individual mileage may vary.

So I became interested in these personal stories of people’s rise to a career in science because I wanted to define “traditional” careers. My view of a traditional rise to a career in science involves going to college right after high school, do well and get accepted in a graduate school, do research and graduate, 1-3 postdocs, obtain satisfying job in academia or other research institute.

What I found instead was amazing and eye-opening. To quote a favorite song of mine from Reckless Kelly, “My first love was an angry painful song. I wanted one so bad I went and did everything wrong. A lesson in reality would come before too long. My first love was an angry, painful song.” It’s a song I actually play out live because I identify with it. Yes, that’s right. I play live guitar at a local pub sometimes when I can find the time. In fact, I’ve played live for years in a variety of bands since 6th grade. I even went to a vocational school and got a diploma in audio engineering, interning at a recording studio in Oakland, CA.
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Know Your Tall Ships
Know Your Tall Ships avatar

An absolutely charming video that explains the different rigs of tall ships. (Thanks Rachel W!)

Super Jellyfish?!
Super Jellyfish?! avatar

The above photo is making the rounds (see here and follow the link trail).  In it the a scuba diver is next to Lion’s Mane Jellyfish.  But I’m calling bullshit on this photo.

Lion’s Maine Jellyfish are indeed big.  The world record had a bell diameter of 7 and half feet (2.29m) and 120 ft long tentacles (37m).I know this because for this paper, I needed data for the largest and smallest species for every animal phylum.

Being a connoisseur of photos of all size extremes, I immediately noted something was off.  Let’s assume the scuba diver is only 5 feet (1.5m) in height.  The width of the jellyfish’s bell is about 3 of  the scuba diver’s length or 15 feet (4.57m).  This would make it twice the size of the world’s largest known specimen.  Zoom in on the diver in the photo and you can see a characteristic Photoshop halo. As well, the hue, shadows, and saturation of the diver don’t match the rest of the photograph.  I also find it interesting I can’t locate any high resolution versions of this image.

A little searching around the internet and I found a photo without diver but it appears Photoshopped as well. Note the oddly light area where the diver was.

So Lion’s Mane Jellyfish…really big, just not that big

For Want Of A Shark…
For Want Of A Shark… avatar

White-tip reef shark, Fiji © 2011 Angelo Villagomez

Causal relationships can be fiendishly tricky. Spend an hour watching any of Star Trek Voyager’s time travel episodes and you begin to understand why the show’s writers often resort to lines such as, “It’s better if we don’t talk about this too much.” Consider another example of causality. I’m hammering-out this post at home with a real doozy of a head cold. My sinuses are completely congested. I can feel a chest full of gunk as I breathe. And my body generally feels achy and sore. Retracing my steps, I might place contraction from surface contact or airborne transmission at work where one of my officemates was complaining last week of “a cold.” Or it may have been aboard the overheated, moist Petri dish of my commuter ferry. Or maybe it was from the plates, silverware, water, or food from any of the restaurants I visited last week.

Not having the Center for Disease Control’s Epidemic Intelligence Service activated at every case of the common cold, I will likely never know the ultimate cause of my dreary, mucus-filled weekend. But I can connect enough dots, enough small actions, to construct a few compelling transmission scenarios that might hold water. The more dots I connect, however, the more provisional and potentially implausible my scenarios might become. Causally, they may seem tenable. But at some point, the casual relationships become so tenuously hair-thin that it simply strains credibility.

In his 1758 Poor Richard’s Almanac, Benjamin Franklin captured the causal notion that small actions can result in large consequences through the proverb, For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost; for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost; and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the Enemy, all for want of Care about a Horse-shoe Nail. But Franklin’s verse was a further contraction of yet more causal links in an earlier version of the proverb,

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

As I’ve written about before, the practice of marine conservation is full of deciphering causal relationships and complex dependencies. When environmental problems strike, a natural response is to point to the cause. Sometimes that’s easy. A ship grounding scar on a coral reef is essentially the marine equivalent of a ballistics crime scene investigation. You trace a spent shell or gunshot damage back to a specific firearm, and then you search for gun owners with motive, means, and opportunity. But more often, like my head cold, it’s a very complex process to identify causal relationships. In marine ecosystems, it’s often incredibly complicated. In part because it’s an open system with many inputs. But it’s also because we still don’t fully understand how marine ecosystems operate.

So the challenge for constructing meaningful conservation interventions is to untie the often messy causal knots in order to get to the root of the problem. And recently, marine conservation knots don’t seem to get much messier than shark conservation.

Before we get into the messiness, let’s start with what we know:

• In general, sharks grow slowly, mature late and produce few young over long lifetimes, leaving them exceptionally vulnerable to overexploitation and slow to recover from depletion.
• The onset of industrial fishing over the past 60 years has drastically depleted global shark populations. Of the shark and ray species assessed by scientists for the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN), 30 percent are threatened or near-threatened with extinction.
• Shark finning–the practice of catching a shark, slicing off its fins and then discarding the body at sea–takes a tremendous toll on shark populations. Finning primarily supports the global shark fin industry, valued for the Asian delicacy shark fin soup.

So far, not much handwringing needed to provide answers. Where we start to get into the weeds however is when we ask a basic question such as, “How many sharks are there in the oceans?” Washington Post journalist and author Juliet Eilperin did a good job of capturing this uncertainty in her recent book, Demon Fish: Travels Through the Hidden World of Sharks. Scientists at the IUCN gave her an estimate as high as five-billion individuals. When asking Dalhousie University fisheries biologist Boris Worm, who spends his time trying to quantify how many fish are actually still swimming in the oceans, she got a more nuanced (but still vague) answer,

“There are nearly seven billion people on earth right now, right? There are five-hundred species of sharks, so in order to have more sharks than people, you’d have to have ten to twenty million per population. That seems like a lot. My guess would be there are more people than sharks in the world, but it’s hard to say because there are some shark populations we don’t know anything about, like deepwater sharks.”

Eilperin’s conclusion? There is no precise way at this moment to calculate whether shark populations outnumber human populations, or vice versa. It will take research for years to come.

More important to shark conservationists at the moment is the question of how many sharks are killed annually for the global fin trade. As with estimating global shark populations, estimating annual kill rates is also nebulous. Some online shark conservation petitions have claimed harvest rates at 100 million to over 200 million (all using somewhat fuzzy math). The Pew Global Shark Conservation group uses the statistic that “up to 73 million sharks are killed every year…” based on Shelley Clarke’s estimate of 26 to 73 million sharks killed each year. Admittedly, that’s quite a range! But even if we assume the annual harvest was at the low end (23 million sharks killed annually) or the median (38 million sharks killed annually), that’s a tremendously high harvest rate for an already depleted species that matures late and produce few young over long lifetimes.

I won’t spend more time rehashing what other writers have already done a great job in summarizing. The fact is we simply do not know exact numbers involved in the global shark trade. Absent that ability to know for certain, a precautionary approach of promoting shark protections wherever possible seems warranted. Besides, the intention of this piece is not to argue quantitative methods. It’s to discuss how the shark conservation community argues causal relationships from those numbers.

Currently, I’m engaged in three separate shark conservation efforts in my coral reef conservation work around the world. Why is a coral reef conservationist focusing on a single species? Good question (and one my board of directors has asked on numerous occasions). My rationale has been based on causal relationships that affect ecosystem health and national economics.

The ecological argument: Coral reef shark species are often apex or top predators, helping to regulate species abundance and diversity while maintaining balance throughout an ecosystem. Studies have shown that coral reef ecosystems with high numbers of apex predators tend to have greater biodiversity and higher densities of individual species.

The loss of apex predators in a reef ecosystem upsets the natural food web and changes the composition of the reef community, eventually leading to the decline of critical reef species like herbivorous fish. With fewer herbivores, algae can become overgrown, suffocating the reef and reducing the number of available niches for fish species.

The economic argument: In addition to being important for overall ecosystem health, sharks are also valuable to the tourism industry and to the economic health of coral reef tourism destinations. A recent report from the Australian Institute of Marine Science found that shark tourism accounts for approximately eight percent of the G.D.P of the island nation of Palau. The study showed that the roughly one hundred sharks inhabiting the most popular dive sites in the area were each worth $179,000 annually to the local tourism industry, giving each shark an approximate lifetime value of $1.9 million. A similar report is soon to be released for the Nation of Fiji.

Is it good strategy to hitch ecosystem conservation to a series of causal relationships (essentially “what if” statements) that boils down to the premise that removing sharks threatens the ecology and economies of coral reef nations? Time will tell. And critics of the shark/coral reef cascade-effect research, such as my colleague Pete Mumby, have not been shy to point out that many of the studies have significant limitations and there are far more substantial (and less spurious) rationales we could leverage to protect reefs than dealing the shark card.

But last week I came across what might be the ultimate spurious causal relationship claim for shark conservation. The Global Shark Conservation Initiative Facebook page linked to the article, Haaienvinnensoep drijft haaienpopulaties wereldwijd de soep in! (Shark fin soup driving shark populations worldwide in the soup!) by Katrien Vandevelde, director of a conservation organization called Sea First. I’ve had to rely on Google Translate for the Dutch to English translation of the original PDF article, so apologies in advance for any errors here.

In her first several paragraphs, Vandevelde runs through the usual shark basics… the long evolutionary lineage, humans aren’t very good shark food, how sharks might mistake humans as prey, slow growth and limited reproductive rate of sharks. Your basic “Sharks for Dummies” narrative. But then Vandevelde jumps the shark on this passage:

Het belang van haaien gaat echter nog verder dan dat. Tot 70% van de zuurstof die wij ademen wordt geproduceerd in de zee, door fytoplankton. Dit fytoplankton bestaat uit microscopische plantjes en algen en samen vormen ze de bouwstenen van het ecosysteem in de zee. De zee absorbeert ook tot 80% van de CO2 die wij uitstoten en fytoplankton zet een groot deel daarvan om in zuurstof. Zo zorgt de zee dat de opwarming van de aarde wordt getemperd en er voldoende zuurstof wordt geproduceerd. Maar een zware verstoring van het evenwicht, veroorzaakt door het wegvissen van de roofdieren in de bovenste lagen van de voedselketen, kan een exponentiële toename van kleine planktonetende visjes en diertjes tot gevolg hebben. In dat scenario is het realistisch dat onze zuurstofvoorraad in het gedrang kan komen. De zee kan de door ons uitgestoten CO2 dan ook niet meer bufferen waardoor de opwarming van de aarde en de verzuring van het zeewater door een teveel aan CO2 zich sterker zullen laten gelden.

[Imperfect translation]
The importance of sharks goes however still further then that. Up to 70% of oxygen which we breathe is produced in the sea, by phytoplankton. This phytoplankton exists in the from of microscopic plants and algae and together form the base of ecosystems in the sea. The sea also absorbs up to 80% of CO2 which we expel and the phytoplankton use to produce oxygen. This ensures that the sea is tempered and there is enough oxygen produced. But if a heavy disruption or imbalance removes carnivorous fish in the upper layers of the food chain, it is possible an exponential increase of small plankon-eating fishes and other animals to occur. In that scenario, our oxygen supply may be affected. The sea, the CO2 emitted by us is therefore not buffering so global warming and the acidification of sea water by excess CO2 will be more prominent.

Readers may recall that I’ve written before on the old “the ocean produces most of the Earth’s oxygen” trope, so I won’t spend any time on it here. But Ms Vandevelde is arguing for a causal chain that starts with sharks being depleted and ends with global warming and ocean acidification. Why not just throw the global stock market crash into the mix as well and we may really have a cascade trifecta that gets people to prick up their ears!

Consider the following: I am fat. Not just a little overweight, but fat. Probably obese by a physicians height/weight table. Now, I can start eating better, moving more, and developing some muscle at the gym. This might lead to fitting into more flattering clothes that accent my new bod. Fitting into more flattering clothes might encourage me to show off my new wardrobe and bod by sitting around in San Francisco café’s. Sitting around in San Francisco café’s looking chic and buff might attract the attention of Ricky Martin on his next swing through San Francisco. And capturing the eye of Ricky Martin might mean I could retire to Puerto Rico and not worry about coral reef and shark conservation for a while.

Or I could realize that as a fat, 48 year-old man in a fairly stressful job, I have heart disease, a few strokes, or diabetes to look forward to.

Which of the two makes a more plausible and compelling argument for losing weight?

Look, I’m not here to make another conservation professional’s life difficult.  We don’t get paid enough and we have true bad guys to fight on a daily basis.  I realize that the bad guys are not bound by any codes of ethics, honesty, or integrity in their tactics.  But if we are attempting to build long-term, environmentally-conscious constituents,  shouldn’t conservation seek a higher path?  I can only assume that Ms Vandevelde is sincere in her call for protections.  But if we are going to be taken seriously by policy shapers, the scientific community, our public, and each other, then our words and arguments matter.

Dr. M’s Merit Badges for the Order Of The Science Scouts
Dr. M’s Merit Badges for the Order Of The Science Scouts avatar

I had forgotten about the Order of the Science Scouts of the Exemplary Repute and Above Average Physique.  Stickers in our swag bags at Science Online quickly brought this back to my attention. Below is a list of my current badges and the activities I have participated in to achieve them.

Members are: not opposed to alcohol, fond of IPCC reports (especially the pictures), mostly in agreement with the “truth.”, into badges, grieving for the slow and miserable death of the Hubble Space Telescope, possibly possessed of supernatural powers, not in the business of total world domination,committed to the constant and diligent presentation of science stories, be it to editors, producers, directors, educators, relatives and/or friends of various ilk, in an effort to lessen the gap that is this thing we call public scientific literacy.

The “science deprives me of my bed” badge (LEVEL III). In which your science, due to Lab work or fieldwork, dictates at least a full month away from your bed. Spent time at sea aboard the R/V Polarstern in the Weddell Sea for 2.5 months.

The “talking science” badge. Required for all members. Assumes the recipient conducts himself/herself in such a manner as to talk science whenever he/she gets the chance. Not easily fazed by looks of disinterest from friends or the act of “zoning out” by well intentioned loved ones. It’s amazing I still have nonscientists friends and family.


The “MacGyver” badge. In which the recipient has demonstrated that his/her science communciation prowess was handy in simplifying a potentially challenging scenario. For example, was able to escape from unjustified prison term, with the clever use of a paper clip and WD-40. You know, that kind of thing. (Note that display of badge must be accompanied by explanation). Used Superballs as floats for equipment laying at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean at 3200 m. I can’t afford syntactic foam!

The “I blog about science” badge.In which the recipient maintains a blog where at least a quarter of the material is about science. Suffice to say, this does not include scientology. Obviously

The “arts and crafts” badge. Because you can’t have a bunch of badges without an arts and crafts badge. This one assumes the recipient has all manner of “craftiness” with a sciencegeek twist. I’m so arty and crafty, I once taught arts and crafts at a Girls Club.


The “I’m pretty confident around an open flame” badge. Recipients have demonstrated proficiency around open flames in laboratory settings. I’m confident. I just don’t know how to heat chemicals slowly or gently.

The “destroyer of quackery” badge. In which the recipient never ever backs down from an argument that pits sound science over quackery. Read this post

The “I can be a prick when it comes to science” badge. In which the recipient can be so passionate about things of a scientific nature, that he/she may appear surly, rude, and/or unpleasant.  I think I’m nice.

The “respect me – I’ve published at an upper tier publication for popular science readership” badge. In which the recipient has works in print at publications with circulations of 50,000 or higher. Wired or American Scientist?

The “I will crush you with my math prowess” badge. Seriously, scary stuff. Quantile regression (pdf)! And I programmed it in Matlab.

The “inordinately fond of invertebrate” badge. In which the recipient professes an arguably unhealthy affinity for things of this category. My dissertation was on mollusks.  Hell I spell mollusks with a k!  I weep a little inside if I have to do science on anything with a notochord and pharyngeal slits.

The “I’ve done science with no conceivable practical application” badge. There are probably more who are deserving of this badge than you would expect. My dissertation was on mollusks.  Hell I spell mollusks with a k!

The “I know what a tadpole is” badge. In which the recipient knows what a tadpole is. Basically, an easy way to get a badge that looks a little like the semen one above.  From frogs right?

The “somewhat confused as to what scientific field I actually belong to” badge. Also known as the transdiscplinary, interdiscplinary, multidisciplinary, or intradisciplinary badge. Ecologist, evolutionary biologist, oceanographer, marine biologists, theoretical biologist, quantitative biologist, paleobiologist?  Hell I couldn’t even get a job until I found a multidisciplinary think tank.

The “statistical linear regression” badge. We figured that if you actually know what those three words together mean, then you deserve a badge (Yes, we know it’s a normal distribution). Statistics rock! Statistics make be a bit randy.

The “world’s foremost expert on an obscure subject” badge. In which the recipient is the leading expert in a field that few others share an interest in. Keywords include body size, mollusk, and deep sea

The “works with feces” badge. In which the recipient has worked with feces. This is all deep-sea mud is.

The “what I do for science dictates my having to wash my hands before I use the toilet” badge. Formalin and my penis do not go together.

The “I may look like a scientist, but I’m actually also a pirate” badge. I spend time at sea, drink rum like a fish, say “arrhhh” daily, own an eyepatch, and have a hook for hand.  One of these is not true.

The “I actually grew up AND became a marine biologist” badge. Out of the millions of children who aspire to work with dolphins and their ilk, this recipient is actually someone who does precisely that. Yep because the whole astronaut and medical doctor thing didn’t work out.

The “I’m a marine biologist and, to be honest, I kind of f***ing hate dolphins” badge. A more common sentiment than you would think. What is not to hate? Miriam knows what I’m talking about.

The “I somehow convinced someone to part with a lot of money for science” badge (LEVEL I). A badge for those who, over a career acting as principal investigator, have secured total research funding awards in excess of $100,000. Thanks NSF and U.S. taxpayer!

The “I use twitter to spread science” badge. Science in less than 140 characters is beautiful too. Follow me @DrCraigMc

The “my science equipment is so freaking big, that it’s bigger than where I live” badge. For example – the Large Hadron Collider? I love the smell of a research vessel in the morning.

The “I’m a scientist but people tell me I look like a celebrity” badge. It goes without saying that a link to a picture is required for this badge. You be the judge.  Meceleb.

The “I’ve been envenomated by one of my research subjects” badge. Snakes, scorpions, other anthropods, various spiders, insects, etc. All good. Near death stories are a bonus. My hand, a research cruise, and a deep-sea urchin with hollow spines with poison sacks at their base.

The “f*** me but a significant portion of my post-grad degree was spent on a lousy supplemental figure” badge. Link to the supplemental figure and approximate time involved would be greatly appreciated. Yeah just look at this supplemental.

The “I have survived dangerously inclement weather in the name of science” badge. In which the recipient has experience extreme weather hazards, all in the attempt to get data for science. Apparently, they are not technically called hurricanes or cyclones because they’re in the Southern Ocean. The white cross in the satellite image below is the ship I was on.

The “I attended ScienceOnline and connected to a web of science leaders & communicators” badge. Previously known as the “I attended ScienceOnline and all I got was this stinking badge” badge….I’ve survived three years running…just barely this time.

The “I have a species named after me” badge. In which the wearer is a latter day Linneaus.  I hope to earn this one next, but am waiting for Chris Mah to do actually get to work.

A glass more than half full of awesome
A glass more than half full of awesome avatar

The other deeplings (except RickMac) are at the fantastic Science Online conference this week, meeting with other scientist communicators and hatching various plots for DSN’s ascendancy to world dominance using, I suspect, some combination of Ferragarmos, rum and giant squid tentacles.  So, I guess you’re stuck with me!  To wit:

LOL-sub

I made this bit of meme silliness while on a research cruise with Shirley in Brazil last year; we were using this sub, the Johnson Sea Link II, now retired.

I was recently lucky to host Dr. Shirley Pomponi at Georgia Aquarium for a lecture as part of our Science on Tap series.  Shirley is a sponge expert and is having a wonderful career at FAU’s Harbor Branch in Florida, a base from where she studies these interesting critters, mostly in the deep sea and mostly using human occupied vehicles (HOVs), or what the rest of us would call submersibles.  In particular, Shirley has been interested in the unusual chemical metabolism of sponges and whether some of these compounds might be useful in human medicine.  They’ve had at least 3 chemicals so far prove active against cultured cancerous cells in lab tests, and at least one drug that’s gone to clinical trials.  It seems that deep sea sponges are a veritable pharmacopeia of useful compounds.  But Shirley’s interests are not solely in the extraction of potentially useful chemicals  for the betterment of society.  Like all the best biologists (I reckon), she loves sponges for their own sake, and is never happier than when peering out into the cobalt gloom of a mesophotic reef, spying a new species of sponge, or perhaps just an old friend in a new place.

The glass sponges were not lost on Ernest Haeckel when he was doing his excellent drawings

During her visit, Shirley introduced me to the wonders of glass sponges.  These marvelous organisms are deep sea specialists and some of the most exquisite animals you’re likely to find on the sea bottom; but regular sponges they are not.  By regular sponge, I mean the kind of rubbery absorbent Mediterranean jobs you might use to scrub your back in the shower (although those have largely given way to synthetic facsimiles these days).  No, if you tried to exfoliate with a glass sponge, I imagine it would be an altogether different and distinctly less pleasant experience.  That’s because, like all sponges, glass sponges have tiny skeletal elements throughout their tissue called spicules, but unlike other sponges, their spicules are made entirely of silica (quite literally glass) and very often these are fused into intricate baskets that are at once daintily beautiful and exquisitely fragile.  You might as well rub a small cactus into your face.

Glass sponges are considered a fairly early branch of the sponge family tree and they are quite different from their more springy relatives, in more ways than just their skeletons.  One important way is that throughout the majority of the sponge’s tissues, the membranes that separate one cell from another have broken down, so that the cells contents are shared throughout a continuous sheet, or what biologists would call a syncytium.  Basically it’s a sort of über-cell with thousands of nuclei scattered throughout it.  Why do this?  Well, it certainly helps to share food and waste between cells as a sort of proxy transport system (they don’t have blood vessels, or blood for that matter), and it may also be related to their unusual sensory system, which shares information about external stimuli throughout the colony much more rapidly than in other sponges.

There’s a pretty good variety of glass sponges, some of which look like regular (or demospongid) sponges, albeit far more brittle than they look, whereas some are barely recognisable as sponges at all.  They are usually pale in colour, which is pretty typical for deep sea benthic invertebrates (yeti crabs are a good example) and they can attach directly to the bottom or sometimes with stalks made up from braided glass fibers that are said to have properties identical to fiber optic cables.

glass sponges

The diversity of glass sponges. Clockwise from upper left: Aphrocallistes, Chonelasma, Ihaventhefoggiestbutitsurelooksneat, and the very phallic Euplectella or Venus' basket

Glass sponges have what I’d like to call “fractal beauty”.  That is, whatever scale you look at them, they are beautiful.  Consider their spicules, many of which are shown the Haeckel diagram above (click it to embiggenate).  These skeletal elements are an exquisite mix of form and function don’t you think?  Have a look at these beauties from the Khoyatan sponge page, revealed by scanning electron microscopy:

Spicules of hexactinellid glass sponges

There are even rare ecosystems based on glass sponges.  The glass sponge reefs of the Pacific northwest were fairly recently discovered.  These reefs are built on old sponge skeletons accumulating over time.  The grow very slowly in the dark cold waters of the north Pacific, and when you add in the fragility of each individual sponge, you can imagine that these reefs are particularly at risk from physical damage and destruction.  Their best defence is depth, but we humans are an ingenious lot, always looking for new and efficient ways to trash beautiful ecosystems.  Never fear, efforts are afoot to protect them, but in the meantime, videos like this one are likely to be the only way most of us ever get to see or experience glass sponges.  So, savour it, I know I am:

10 Most Incredible Sunken Ships on Earth
10 Most Incredible Sunken Ships on Earth avatar

7. Russian Wreck, South Egyptian Red Sea
Known simply as the “Russian Wreck”, this sunken ship is thought by some to have been the Khanka, a Russian spy ship that sank sometime before 1982. Whether or not it is the carcass of the Khanka, most seem to agree that it was a communications and surveillance ship of some sort. The Soviets began to use commercial vessels like fishing trawlers for intelligence gathering from the 1950s onwards and apparently established a surveillance facility in Yemen’s nearby Ras Karm Military Airbase in 1971.
Written by Michele Collet

via 10 Most Incredible Sunken Ships on Earth | Environmental Graffiti.

Perverted cannibalistic hermaphrodites haunt the Pacific Northwest!
Perverted cannibalistic hermaphrodites haunt the Pacific Northwest! avatar

This is a repost from my former blog The Oyster’s Garter and was originally published on March 24, 2008. I’m re-posting in honor of Kate Clancy‘s & Scicurious‘ Sex, gender and controversy: writing to educate, writing to titillate session at Science Online 2012, since this is one of the silliest bits of sex-related writing I’ve ever done. It is certainly much easier to be non-controversially ridiculous when writing about invertebrates.

Horrific sexual hijinks are taking place beneath the majestic redwoods of central California! I’m not talking about San Francisco – the Fulton Street Fair looks like a Bible Belt county fair compared to this. No, I speak of the unspeakable sexual habits of the lovely banana slug.

The banana slug, so called for its fetching yellow color with occasional black spots, is the second-largest slug in the world (and the mascot of UC Santa Cruz). For most of its life, it crawls about the Pacific redwood forest in the normal sluggy fashion, munching upon rotting leaves, mushrooms, animal droppings, and other detritus. But if a slug crosses the pheremone-soaked slime trail of a fellow slug, prolonged tantric slug-sex ensues…and ends in a most ghastly fashion.

Before we get to the juicy bits (slimy bits?), you need to know a bit about slug anatomy. Most slugs are simultaneous hermaphrodites and have both a penis and a genital opening, so that when they have sex they both fertilize and are fertilized. (They then both lay eggs somewhere damp and out of the way, and that is it for parental care.) Also, due to the vagaries of evolution, the genitalia and anus of slugs are located on the right side of their heads. This is because slugs are descended from snails with spiraling shells – the snails needed to move their naughty bits down in order to extend outside the shell, so they put them on their head. Even though slugs have since lost their shells, they have retained this feature of snail anatomy. So most gastropods actually poop on their own heads – ain’t nature grand?

So, slug-sex begins with head-waving and gentle biting of the other slug’s genital opening. Once they get to the Big Deed, the slugs both insert their penises into the other’s genital opening (remember, both are on the right side of their head) and go at it for hours and hours. And hours and hours and hours. And then…sometimes…one or both slugs will CHEW OFF THE OTHER’S PENIS. Yep, they rasp with their radula until the penis comes off. Then they slurp down the penis like spaghetti.

I bet your very first reaction was, “Boy, I sure hope there is a video of sexy slug cannibalism!” Of course there is, gentle reader! If you still want more, have some auto-apophallation (isn’t that a great bit of jargon?) – this is a video [warning: big file] of a slug chewing off its own penis.

Do not fear too much for the penis-less slug. While the penis does not grow back, the slug is not condemned to a lonely sexless life. It can still enjoy slug-sex as the receiving party. But perhaps the more educated banana slugs contemplate the theories of Freud and shake their tentacles in rage at the cruel hand of Fate. Or at least the cruel radula of their ex.

This post was inspired by the slugs in flagrante in the above photo, which I met near the Little Sur River this past weekend. (The openings you see are not their genitals, but their pneumatostome, which is how they breathe.) It is unknown if any penis-gnawing ensued, as the slugs were still making the sweet yin-yang of love amidst the flowers when I left.

TGIF – Antarctic Ice Arch Collapse
TGIF – Antarctic Ice Arch Collapse avatar

Via Chris Rowan (@Allochthonous) on Twitter, comes this excellent and beautiful sequence of an ice arch collapsing in Antarctica.

TGIF – Flatworm Fu… er… Mating.
TGIF – Flatworm Fu… er… Mating. avatar

“There actually sticking their penises in each othr quite randomly.”

Invertebrate reproduction or one crazy night in Vegas?? You decide!

Hat tip to @echinoblog.