Discover, August 18, 2010

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Every spring the National Football League conducts that most cherished of American rituals, the college draft. A couple of months before the event, prospective players show off their abilities in an athletic audition known as the combine. Last winter’s combine was different from that of previous years, though. Along with the traditional 40-yard dashes and bench presses, the latest crop of aspirants also had to log time in front of a computer, trying to solve a series of brainteasers. In one test, Xs and Os were sprinkled across the computer screen as the athletes took a test that measured how well they could remember the position of each letter. In another, words like red and blue appeared on the screen in different colors. The football players had to press a key as quickly as possible if the word matched its color.

Continue reading “What Happens to a Linebacker’s Neurons?”

Thanks to Mandarb for posting this clip from Weeds I was wondering about yesterday. I should point out that it’s a very abridged version of my original piece on the radio. For example, it sounds as if I’m giving God my own personal forgiveness for parasitic wasps. I was actually talking about a letter written by Darwin in which the wasps figured in his musings about God.

And I have to say that I’m not much closer to figuring out what parasitic wasps have to do with the show’s plot. I guess I’ll have to watch the whole episode. But–for the record–here it is:

Originally published August 17, 2010. Copyright 2010 Carl Zimmer.

I have a strange job. A few weeks back I was wandering through the aisles of the local Walmart, searching for bug spray, when my phone rang. A very excited Robert Krulwich was calling. As I drifted past the potato chips and plasma-screen TVs, he declared to me with great excitement that I was going to be on the cable series Weeds.

Continue reading “I have it on good authority my voice makes its cable TV premiere tonight”

I’ve been waiting a long time to see a hagfish in person. Last year I took a class miles out to sea, hauled up traps from 300 feet, and came up with nothing but mud. Today, however, we discovered not just one hagfish–but fifty. Buckets full of squirming jawless beasts that seemed to slither straight out of the Cambrian Period. Their slime is more like a jelly made of glass–a marvelous thing. I am here to declare that a day with fifty hagfish is a good day.

(For more, read “Secrets of the Slime Hag” (pdf)” in Scientific American by Frederic Martini)

[Image courtesy of Charlotte Zimmer, age 9]

Originally published August 11, 2010. Copyright 2010 Carl Zimmer.

This week I’m on the Island of Science Writing. Today we wandered rocky coves with Tufts University biologist Julie Ellis, an expert on gulls. She showed us how to catch and band juvenile herring gulls–and how to recognize the matted remains of juvenile herring gulls coughed up by their great black-backed gulls predators. Life here is pretty, and yet not so pretty. But always interesting for writing about.

Originally published August 10, 2010. Copyright 2010 Carl Zimmer.