Tuesday 16 January 2024

Great Tits and American Chemists

This week's Nature Bang on Radio 4 caught my attention, particularly because the point de départ was a study involvimg Great Tits,  my single  conquest in the birdsong  recognition stakes...

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(apart, of course from the easy and common Magpie and Jackdaw)
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.... The Great Tit's monotonous...  

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(Strictly, more often than not duotonous, although sometimes it replaces the second tone with a hoarse gasp...)
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...call is not uncommon hereabouts; and it's easily recognizable.
As is the bird

The study involved culture, and the influence of immigrants. It involved a puzzle (of course) and a number of micropopulations, each consisting of six birds. There was also a 'tutor bird', which had been trained to solve the puzzle the wrong way.

Left to themselves, the tits soon learnt the right way, and it entered their culture (incomers and new-borns picked it up). But when the tutor bird was introduced, the culture adopted the wrong way to solve the puzzle (there was still a solution, but not the most efficient one).

Then a couple of immigrants were introduced to the group, and the puzzle was solved more efficiently...

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(Conclusions about the costs/benefits of immigration are clear. I am reminded of Ruth Davidson's observation in this week's Today Podcast: she found it extraordinary that no political party, given the demographic facts of the UK's aging population and economic failure to thrive, was making the positive case for immigration. Nature Bang simply flagged this issue up as 'political'; flag-wise though, my colours are nailed to the mast: it's a no-brainer – the benefits of immigration vastly outweigh the costs.)
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... but the obvious conclusion ('immigrants introduce innovations') was found to be an over-simplification. It was not the incoming birds that introduced the innovation. The more experienced home-grown birds did that. But the wise old-timers, having found the right way, soon reverted to what they'd been trained to do. What the incomers did was recognize the improvement and – not feeling the weight of the dead hand of the misguided culture – adopt it as best practice. It then entered the culture, and was passed on to young birds

So it was with Great Tits. What about us? Nature Bang went on to consider  Jewish emigrés' influence on US organic chemistry.

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  • Chemistry, because innovation is documented at the Patent Office. Not all innovations are patented, but in the world of Big Pharma  (for obvious financial reasons – innovations are either patented or not researched [so they don't happen in the first place]) they are. 
  • Organic, because in the 1930s US inorganic chemistry was world-leading, but not organic (the warm/wet/messy stuff that involves life).

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Jewish organic chemists fleeing the Nazis (having been stripped of their livelihoods, though not yet their lives) brought new techniques and insights into the USA. And patents in organic chemistry boomed. But the new patents were not registered by the immigrants themselves. Young American scientists developed the immigrants' ideas.

 There was lots more in that edition of Nature Bang. Give it a go.

b

Wednesday 10 January 2024

Translation News

Work on my next translation (an entry for the John Dryden Translation Competition) has been accompanied by the Royal Mail delivery from Hell. It seemed promising enough on Monday: 'next day delivery before 1.00pm'. But 'next day', starting on Monday, should be Tuesday, and Royal Mail's final date gives the game away:


So what happened on Tuesday (apart from stalwart manning of the front door, obvs)?

The package was in 'Swindon MC' (whatever that is) and it stayed there long after the promised delivery time. Nearly 16 hours after arriving at 'Swindon MC' it was passed, just before midnight, to 'Swindon MC'. So Wednesday dawned. And on Wednesday many things happened at 'Reading DO' (which I imagine is a Distribution Office, though to judge by the TEN entries in the tracking log it might as well stand for Dithering and Obfuscation. Perhaps it was a software glitch (oh no, that's the Post Office).

But the package did arrive in the end. Lucky it wasn't urgent.


AOB

Before Christmas I wrote – rather hurriedly...
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(I originally planned to vary the refrain, but with looming deadlines – both The Times's and homelier ones – I just cutNpasted the 'honest mistake' bit) 
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... – this: 


God rest ye merry, gentlemen of the HMRC 
Who calculate the way to raise the costs
of decency       
So we can hold our heads up in the world community        
Oh that's what it takes to be a Mensch
(Pardon my French)
Oh that's what it takes to be a Mensch .

But then Nadhim Zahawi got to be the taxman's boss
And found his business interests were set to make a loss
Unless he cooked the books a bit (whoever'd give a toss?)
 'It was only an ho-onest mistake
Honest mistake
It was only an ho-onest mistake.'

Then Rishi's post-Truss cabinet began to give him grief
Nadhim became a Minister without a working brief
No clash of int'rest possible, now that was a relief 
'It was only an ho-onest mistake
Honest mistake.
It was only an ho-onest mistake.'

In January Rishi made a show of being fair
And so Nadhim Zahawi was bumped down to party chair
He really couldn't  mess with things, no clash of int'rest -  there 
'It was only an ho-onest mistake
Honest mistake.'
Some may think that he was really on the take.

It would have taken up about a fifth of the space available in The Times Diary, so I'm not surprised it didn't lead to fame/fortune/national acclaim. But I'm my own gatekeeper...
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(reference to a not-very-satisfying piece on the radio today, with a particularly lame ending)
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... so you've got it – like it or not.,

Happy New Year.

b

Update 2024.01.29.15:00 – Added PS

PS
It's done and submitted. As usual, the entry form (specifically the requirements for the naming of files) left something to be despaired. 
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(and no, that's not a typo). As someone who used to be paid to write instructions (and did Courses to prove it, with certificates and everything [which I forbore to stick on my wall] I find the attempts of the well-meaning academical committee charged with writing and rewriting the rules an annual trial).

After failing to make head or tail of some instructions, which led me to damage a newly-bought tool, I wrote (here)
They might as well ship these things  pre-broken  – it'd save a lot of bother.

Nothing broken this time though, if you don't count a few brain cells.

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