28 October 2012

Week 44: 'Although it's entirely made of chopped-up guns...'

Wonder spawned in: 2001
Wondered into being by: Cristóvão Canhavato in Mozambique
Wonderspan: 14 min
To experience this wonder at its best: Make sure you can hear the sound.

This week's Monday wonder is brought to us in an episode from Neil Macgregor's radio documentary series, A History of the World in 100 Objects.  It's the story of how people in Mozambique have been turning weapons into art as a symbolic challenge to war all over the world.  The programme's artefect is The Throne of Weapons - a 'throne' made of dismantled guns.  Personally, I don't particularly like the object as art.  The wonder in it, for me, is how well it represents the struggle of people, who have no extraordinary power other than their own humanity, to overcome the conditions of violence and domination which beset societies all over the world.  I wonder how many of the guns in the throne of weapons were made by British arms manufacturers like BAE Systems, which prides itself on selling the means to wage war to countries all over the world. (See the Campaign Against Arms Trade site for more and to join the campaign to stop UK arms exports).

Extra...

Another episode from A History of the World discusses the extraordinary consequences and historical significance of a single technological innovation: the solar panel.  I'm sceptical of the programme's unalloyed optimism based on the potential of technology alone, rather than changes in hearts and minds, to take us through the global emergency that is climate change.  All the same, the wonder for me is in pondering the changes we are going through as a species as a result of this technology.  The programme shows with Neil Macgregor's characteristic eloquence why the invention of the solar panel alone can invite us to wonder about our relationship to the sun as a source of life and, just as we think we know where our human story is going, change everything all over again, just as did the first ever chopping tool, or the plough, or indeed the gun.
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21 October 2012

week 43: They say it's better than chocolate

Wonder spawned in: Right now
Wondered into being by: You
Wonderspan: About 10 minutes (OK, a bit more again, sorry) plus a bit of your lunch break

Thank you for following the Monday morning wonders this far – there are only a few left before the end of the year.  Today's is a biggie with plenty of frilly extras at the end and, what's more, it's interactive too.

Today, if you’re game, wonder-lovers all over the world will be going out into the streets to carry out some important research together.  First, let’s set the scene.  It’s Monday morning and Joe Bloggs is on his or her androgynous way to work or school.  For reasons all of Joe’s own, he or she does something for just a few seconds which:
  • gives more pleasure and joy in the moment than does eating chocolate or being given a lot of money
  • reduces stress instantly and increases life expectancy
  • is highly contagious, causing others to benefit in similar ways to Joe
  • makes Joe look better and appear more competent and attractive (mmmm…)
  • costs nothing and takes no effort
  • and is the first of about 20 or more times (s)he will do this today.
So, what is the thing that Joe Bloggs does?  The answer, wonder-lovers, is smile.

The smile is this Monday's wonderful thing.  It's culturally universal, even among disparate peoples who have never made any contact with one another.  A warm smile signals feelings of joy and pleasure, while causing the same in not only the smiler but also the smiled-to.  It is a way for pleasure, love or joy to share itself around – a bag of soul-sweeties passed about to whomever happens to be nearby.

The benefits of smiling are many, not least in stimulating the pleasure centres of the brain.  Smiling evangelist Ron Gutman claims (rather implausibly but let’s say convincingly) that, in terms of how effectively smiling releases endorphins, just one high-quality smile is equivalent to eating 2,000 bars of chocolate or receiving £16,000 in cash.  Your smile also reduces stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline.  Studies show that if you’re smiling for real then people will find you more beautiful.  (Whatever capitalism can sell you to make other people like you more – your fancy car, a cupboard full of make-up, a nip and a tuck, a cool office tie – none of this can substitute for just looking happy.)

Smiling even does a little bit – maybe a lot – to change the world, on account of its vectors of contagion.  When smiles are shared, good feeling becomes a social force, whose common existential 'yes’ might, perhaps, displace a little of the bitterness and resentment that is often expressed through violence.  It’s even very difficult for other people to frown at you when you’re smiling for real (although denying someone their freedom to dislike you can be understandably annoying for them, to the point of seeming unfair).

Ah but… surely we need to feel happy in order to smile for real, no?  No indeed.  There are fakes, of course, about which more in a moment, but pretending to smile is not the same as choosing to do it.  It’s just a matter, I think, of finding a part of yourself that wants to smile.  If you enjoy the time of the season, for example (and autumn is radiant at the moment) or you think it’s funny the way pigeons walk, then that might be grounds enough for a smile, even if you also have good reasons elsewhere to feel stressed or unhappy.  The Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh is a great advocate of choosing to smile.  Even when you’re in pain of any kind, he says, try smiling into the pain just to see if that helps, for the smile might transform it (or compost it, as he suggests) into something useful and creative.  By choosing to smile you still enjoy its chocolaty charge; scientists tell us that if you successfully smile at will you’ll still stimulate the endorphins in your brain.

We don’t have to be melting with euphoria in order to smile genuinely – most of our smiles are gentle affairs, moments of quiet contentment in the rhythm of each day.  That said, if you really can’t find something to enjoy, choosing to smile is bound to be a tricky proposition.  There are about 14% of people who on any given Monday smile less than five times, says Ron Gutman, when as a child they would have filled each waking hour with 25 smiles.  I wonder what it is we lose from our childhood.  Kids smile because they’re excited about stuff, that’s all, so why do we become less excited as adults?  Is that necessary or just something we allow to happen?  Answers on a postcard.

What about those fake smiles, then?  It turns out we’re pretty good at doing them and we’re not so good at spotting them in others but – read on – I will tell you how.  The other day I did a test on the BBC website to see how good I was at spotting fake smiles and my performance was appalling, but I now have a couple of tricks up my sleeve which I don’t mind sharing with you.

There are two ways to tell a real smile from a forgery.  The first method is slightly weird but it works.  If someone smiles at you and it’s for real, you will feel yourself smile in turn; if it’s a fake, you won’t.  So if someone smiles at you and you feel yourself involuntarily smile back, then there’s a good chance they really mean it.  If you think, 'Ah, I suppose I'd better smile back' then the chances are they're faking it (although they might be faking it just to let you know they like you).  You can stop this method from working by putting a pencil across your mouth so you can't smile.  It’s then harder (so scientists say) to tell genuine from fake smiles because without the use of your mouth you've lost their natural smiling reflex.

The second way of telling if a smile is real is to look to see if their eyes are smiling.  In the 19th century, a chap called Duchenne hooked people’s faces up to wires and switched on the current.  It wasn't pretty but he did discover that genuine smiles engage muscles around the eyes – the obicularis occuli – which are very difficult to flex at will.  When a real smile (also called a Duchenne smile) puts this little muscle to use, skin around the eyes scrunches up; if you smile a lot you’ll get ‘crow’s feet’ wrinkles – the hallmark of a veteran smiler.  You can see this effect in this fellow, whose Job Description says, at the top, 'To smile at people and tug their beards with affection.'  He’s smiled so much that he has the fittest facial muscles in the world (probably). His face is so wrinkled with smile lines that it looks like a wet paper bag after a storm, but in a good way – the sort of way that makes you feel safe to give him a hug or let him carry your children across a precipice.

But then compare His Holiness with this chap and that chap.  It's obviously unfair to to compare the Dalai Lama with Tory politicians having a bad day, it's maybe even ghoulish, but there’s a lesson there somewhere.  Politicians of all Parties smile a lot but not many have crow's feet; what's wrong with this picture, wonder-lovers?

Aptly for a Monday wonder, the word ‘smile’ comes from the ancient Proto-Indo-European root smei, which also gave birth to the Latin word mirus, meaning ‘wonderful’ (the idea is, it seems, that you know a wonder by your own smile at beholding it).  Mirus also gives us 'miracle', which was originally held to be any sign or powerful event inspiring smiles of astonished wonder.  (The meaning of 'miracle' was not limited to an act of God; it could be anything worthy of wonder; 'worthy of wonder' is the meaning of the name Miranda, from the same root).  It's also noteworthy that the word 'to smile' in many languages was based on the word 'to laugh', such that a smile is deemed to be on a continuum with laughing, as a 'small laugh'.

Fascinating, I know, but let's move on and get to today’s way of loving.  Comrades: we act together today for the sake of our collective wellbeing as a species.  Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to measure the extent of the world’s smile, right from your local street.  This is how to carry out your research...  Stand in one spot or walk about one area.  Look at people passing by.  Watch people.  For every person who's smiling, count a 1 on one side of your notebook/back of old tissue; for everyone who isn't, count a 1 on the other side.  If someone looks vacant don't lose heart; just smile to them and mean it and you'll feel better again; they might, too.  If you like, you can count shy smiles double, or lovers’ smiles half, or people smiling on their own five points – it’s up to you, just make sure it's not too scientific.  When you’re done, generate the Smile Quotient score for your area by dividing the number of smiling people by the total number of people you've looked at.  Report the SQ score and location, together with an explanation of your methods, in a comment on the blog or send it to me at justplaindavid@waysofloving.com.  I will add it to the Ways of Loving World Map so that the international community can take action accordingly.  (To see the world map, go to Google Maps and search for ‘ways of loving’.)  And by averaging the scores we can also create a SQ quotient for the entire world for the first time.  Be part of this pioneering endeavour.

I started us off yesterday in St Pancras Station.  I counted 500 people (I'm thorough), of which 56 were smiling; only one of the smilers was on his own at the time.  I managed to elicit a smile from one person by smiling to them with my obicularis occuli; I like to think we both benefited as we beamed at each other.  Anyway, 56/500 is 11.2%, which I think is probably quite low on the scale between zingzingzing at the top and totally vacant at the bottom - maybe about here.

To support you in this important work for worldwide wellbeing, I have created this smiling taxonomy:
  • Overwhelmed smile, combined with crying, nearly pulls your poor face apart, aches for hours afterwards then tingles as if new.
  • Pan Am smile, 100% genuine fake smile, characterised by pure indifference presented as affection, performed with aplomb by air hostesses on Pan Am flights in the 1980s, consumer-capitalism’s very own archetype.
  • Sensuous smile, half-formed, faltering as if interrupted, sometimes with shiver.
  • Embarrassed smile, like embarrassed laughter, nothing to do with pleasure or humour, just embarrassment, strictly speaking a grimace, not to be confused with a smile.
  • Smiling because you're in love: smile has conquered face and now creeps towards total domination of the whole body; indelible for the time being, sometimes mesmeric, persists during air raids and other calamities.
  • Ingratiating smile, usually comes to you overdone to burnt, for ‘Please like me’, ‘I’m harmless’, ‘I’m still your friend’, ‘Hello I’m a politician’, or all of the above.
  • Cruel smile, hedonistic, combines pleasure with sinister desire, sometimes collapses into sneer, ugly.
  • Easy smile, just because right now you feel happy/loved/free, 'Woke up this morning / Smiled at the rising sun / Three little birds / Right by my doorstep...'.
  • Imperial smile, the Queen's, the Pope's, The Emperor Ming's, often weary with the universe, sometimes on one side the face only while other side asks, ‘Why me?’
  • Just-about-to-fall-in-love smile, big smile, eyes wide with fear.
  • Triumphal smile, best with a roar.
  • Excited smile, children do it best and often, there's a Bollywood bhangra dancer inside your face, wide eyes ready to eat up whatever’s next.
  • Botox smile, a smile that’s been taken away.
  • Buddha smile, particularly free, existence is hilarious and you've stopped worrying.
  • Shy smile, wants to come over but isn’t sure it’s safe, a smile that locks itself up and peeps out the window just for you.
  • Volcano smile, though you do your best to stop it, it erupts all over your face.
  • Mannequin smile, affliction caused by surgically dragging folds of skin towards the back of the head and stitching them there for good.
  • Aura smile, surrounds people who have beautiful souls, who smile without even smiling.
Can you think of any more?

Thanks to Femi H for proposing smiles as a wonder for a Monday morning, and for telling me about the smile spies, which is where the smile-counting idea comes from.

Extra…

Here's a wonderful modern-day fairy tale about a smile, complete with cheesy ending:
This is what happens if you smile too much (this is amazing):
In suggesting her Monday wonder, Femi said we shouldn't forget crying either (perhaps especially in a society where you're allowed to laugh and smile and not really allowed to cry in public).  That reminded me of this Les Murray poem, 'An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow', which would be good to read out in Leicester Square, George Square, Times Square...
Here's Ron Gutman evangelising the smile:
And finally:
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14 October 2012

Week 42: 'It is enriched by all things that ... enter into it.'

Wonder spawned in: Really a very long time ago
Wondered into being by: Weirdness
Wonderspan: Probably more than 10 minutes this week

Would you like to guess what this is?  www.waysofloving.com/4.jpg

Is it:
  1. a rainforest
  2. the sea bed
  3. art
  4. soil
The answer is that it’s soil - good compost, in fact.  Let’s begin today’s adventure with a few stunning characteristics of this amazing stuff:
  • An inch of fertile soil takes 500 to 1000 years to form in Nature’s own time.
  • Just one gram of certain soils contains up to one million species of microbes (that’s not one million microbes, but one million species of microbes, most of which are still unknown)
  • A cubic inch of fertile soil can contain eight miles of microscopic fungal threads called mycelia.  That's eight miles, one cubic inch.
  • Soil is an ecosystem in its own right – indeed it is the most abundant ecosystem on Earth.
  • Soil is alive in the same sense as a forest is; it balances itself, evolves, physically churns and enriches itself; it even breathes.
  • The soil's ecosystem is part of the larger ecosystem above it; the whole evolves together, so the qualities of a soil will change with the plant life that belongs to it from lichens to mosses, grasses, shrubs, and finally forest.  Plant roots, soil-dwelling organisms and the microclimate all combine to condition the qualities of the earth, enriching and preparing it for the next stage of the ecosystem’s evolution.
  • Soil is fragile.  Tilling beats it to death; remove plants from it and blows away as dust or washes into the sea; it suffocates when you pave it over.  In the 30 years to 1991 the world lost 30% of its topsoil to overgrazing, intensive agriculture, deforestation and urban sprawl.
Perhaps most of us associate soil with dirt: bland, brownish, inert, and noticed only when it stains clothes or gets under our fingernails, but it is extremely complex and subtly responsive as only a richly diverse, living unity could be.  Lying always right beneath our feet, soil is the very ground of our lives, from which we came and to which we will return.  It's something to reflect on next time you get muddy knees.

The sense of earth or soil as a source of life, rather than just as muck,  is appreciable in how these words have come to us.  ‘Earth’ is a very old word, whose root er – from the ancient Indo-European family of languages –  means both ‘soil’, as in the stuff we’re talking about, and ‘ground’, as in the foundation of things.  ‘Ground’ is also an old word, originally meaning ‘the bottom’, from the Proto-Germanic root grundus, ‘deep place’.  ‘Soil’ is a later word; it carries the same meanings as ‘earth’ but did not become associated negatively with ‘dirt’ until the 15th century, which (I wonder) might be when society became preoccupied with physical cleanliness.

So soil, our grundus, combines bits of ground-up rock, dead animals and plants, animal life (from bacteria through microbes to invertebrates), plant life (including fungi and rooting plants), air, and water, all forming part of a delicate, dynamically balanced system that knows what it's doing.  It is a world all of itself and yet, once you start thinking of soil in this way it becomes obvious that we have very few words, outside the soil sciences, with which to explore it.  Perhaps that’s good, if it means we rely on more symbolic, poetic language to experience it with.  Virgil, for example, talked of ‘the genius of soils’, each with its own strength, ‘… its hue, its native power for bearing’.  I can’t think of any other source of nourishment which must be alive and well in order to nourish; apart, that is, from mothers.

I know little about soil but from the depth of my growing love of it, I find myself suggesting that it has personalities and moods.  Some whole cultures have done the same.  Surveying differences in cultural attitudes to soil, Rebecca Lines-Kelly found societies which described soils as ‘lazy’, ‘needy’, ‘melting’, ‘fruity’, ‘fat’, ‘hot’ and ‘weak’.  Also turning to creative language, the poet and farmer Wendell Berry has written without exaggeration that soil
‘is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all.  It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life.  Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.’
‘[Topsoil] increases by experience,’ he says, ‘by the passage of seasons over it, growth rising out of it and returning to it, not by ambition or aggressiveness. It is enriched by all things that die and enter into it. It keeps the past, not as history or as memory, but as richness, new possibility. Its fertility is always building up out of death into promise.’ 
These are holy qualities, suggests Wendell Berry, even ‘Christ-like’.

What can this mean for agriculture?  If soil is a living thing and must be well in order to nourish plants, then good agriculture surely has to serve the soil as an end in itself.  This is entirely different from treating the soil only as a means to an end, in which we imagine it to be an inert source of food for crops.  Rather, healthy soil must be respected and nourished; it has needs, being full of fungi, bacteria and microbes.  In these things lies its wealth, but all can easily die if we unbalance or abuse the soil.  The only possible good relationship with soil is a mutual one, in which we honour it by allowing it to sustain itself and it honours us, in turn, to exactly the same end.  ‘To be responsible to the soil is to respond to its gift with our own’, writes William Bryant Logan.  The soil is our honest lover; when we cheat the soil, we cheat ourselves.  But it must be difficult to honour the processes and needs of soil if you are a farmer under pressure from supermarkets to sell produce more and more cheaply.  We think food is cheap at Tesco but the full cost is being paid by the earth.

Being a lover of soil, it seems, takes work and time.  It leaves no place for gimmicks that help us to cheat – that is, enable us to make the soil do something it doesn’t want to do.  Soil doesn’t want monocrops, which kill it, and does want rest after each harvest so that it has time to re-enrich itself.  Soil probably doesn’t want to make garden lawns either, if only because soil has an adventurous spirit.  There’s some stuff for lawns called Miracle Gro Patch Magic, made by multinational manufacturer Scott’s (also the distributor of Monsanto’s notorious Roundup).  It promises to make grass grow where it wouldn’t before. ‘Grass is guaranteed to grow anywhere, even on concrete’, is the rather daft claim.  Clearly, this stuff tries to rule the soil rather than work with it, but the soil is bound to have its way in the end because there’s a reason grass isn’t growing in the shade of a tree, under a swing, or on concrete!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT9IogbCl84 (not a wonder but mercifully short)

This stuff is ‘magic’, in that it produces an effect without us knowing how, but it’s a terrible misappropriation of the word ‘miracle’; the thing with miracles is that you can’t make them happen, they are given.

The Miracle Gro gunkathon is symptomatic of a disconnection between humankind and the way the Earth works, which is leading to a massive loss of soil.  We’re running out.  It has taken Nature millions of years to enrobe the Earth with a thin covering of fertility, and humankind a few decades to kill off a third of it.  Deforestation, intensive agriculture including over-grazing, and the spread of urban environments are the drivers of this problem, but leading all of these is humankind’s general disconnection with (that is, a lack of feeling a mutual relationship with) the processes that give life and sustain it.  This violence to the Earth does violence also to ourselves, for the soil is our grundus, the deep place upon which our being depends.  Bob Kerrey has put it like this: ‘If you run out of water, you pray for rain.  If you run out of soil, you pray for forgiveness.’

We might imagine that topsoil loss is a recent problem, beginning perhaps with the industrial revolution and continuing with today's aggressively consumer-capitalist economic system, in which the health of soil is hardly likely to be a consideration.  In fact, although these forces have accelerated the degradation of our soils, the losses began much earlier.  Rebecca Lines-Kelly has found that writers in many older cultures have warned of the loss of soil due to self-centred human practices.  She picks up Critias in Plato’s Dialogues, who says of once-lushly-forested Greece:
‘What now remains of the formerly rich land is like the skeleton of a sick man, with all the fat and soft earth having wasted away and only the bare framework remaining. Formerly, many of the mountains were arable. The plains that were full of rich soil are now marshes. Hills that were once covered with forests and produced abundant pasture now produce only food for bees.  Once the land was enriched by yearly rains, which were not lost, as they are now by flowing from bare land into the sea. The soil was deep, it absorbed, and kept the water in the loamy soil, and the water that soaked into the hills fed springs and running streams everywhere. Now the abandoned shrines at spots where formerly there were springs attest that our description of the land is true.’
Critias appears to be using soil as an allegory of a society’s decline, but really the situation he describes is more concrete and immediate than that: yes, you can use the degradation of soil to allude to a society’s decline, but also to measure it.

Having wondered at soil as mother and then as lover, can we also appreciate it as teacher?  I would say that I can draw three lessons from it, but perhaps it is in better keeping with the nature of soil to say that it offers these lessons up.  They might be lessons for everyone, or perhaps mainly for us Westerners, a people as we are of two halves: ravenously curious, adaptable, iconoclastic and irrepressibly hopeful on the one hand, while patriarchal, capitalist-consumerist, self-aggrandising, and spiritually rather lost on the other.  (Yes, it's a sweeping generalisation but not an entirely wayward one.)  If soil really does tell us something about being, then perhaps it is something like this:
  1. Being belongs to being; when we chop it into chunks, either physically or in our (lack of) imagination, we damage it and ourselves as part of it.  In our being, we belong to soil, soil belongs to us; not as a possession belongs, which is where violation begins, but as lovers belong.
  2. Being rises and falls in the patience of its own time.  If Nature takes a million years for some part of its being to develop, Nature is content to wait, and yet during its waiting is not undeveloped, for it is sufficient to be how it is.  Nature does not need superchargers, which would hurt Nature and the part of it we call ‘us’.
  3. Being and beings are always an end in themselves, of worth in themselves.  Being has utility too, but if we encounter a soil, a person, a culture, and see only utility, then we have not seen the thing for what it is.  Being calls us out into mutual relationship; this is nonviolence.

I am extremely excited by the epiphany that soil is alive.  Even in some imaginary hard-headed world where the only illumination came from the freezing-cold light of reason, soil ticks every ‘I am alive’ box that science has come up with (or had done when I was doing by Biology GCSE, anyway).  That is, soil moves, excretes, reproduces, respires, responds to stimuli, feeds and grows.  In my day that was all you needed to be counted alive.

A secret life of soil: fungi

Now, let us dive into soil to wonder at one of its many secret lives: that of the fungi.  This might blow your mind so I recommend holding onto your head tightly with both hands.  Before that, let’s just enjoy just a few of the most lyrically beautiful words that mycologists (mushroom experts) get to shout out and enjoy every day:
  • Sporangium – a structure on a fungal body which releases spores
  • Hypha – a filament forming the basic structures of a fungus)
  • Mycelium – mass of hyphae forming the main body of a fungus in its medium, such as soil
  • Flagella – a structure that allows some micro-organisms to swim
  • Antheridium – part of the reproductive mechanism of fungi
  • Oogonium (pronounced oh-oh-gonium) – another part of the reproductive apparatus.
  • Nematode – a tiny worm eaten by some fungi
  • Caenosytic – a cell having more than one nucleus
  • Aflatoxin – a toxic compound produced by certain fungi
And there are many more but we only have a few minutes, sadly.

A bit of background, then: the first fungi evolved before plants over a billion years ago; we know about 200,000 species of fungi but there are about 1½ million out there somewhere and 1,000 new ones are discovered each year.  One of the very mad things about fungi is that the thing we call a mushroom is just a tiny part of the organism.  It's the bit that appears as the fungus sticks itself above ground for a few days to reproduce.  For most of the time the fungus is completely hidden; it consists of long filamentous strings called hyphae, which net together to form a mycelium, stretching through the soil for many yards or even miles.  The biggest mycelium in the world is two millennia old and 34 square miles in size, making it (in terms of area occupied) the largest living thing ever known.  34 square miles – how big is that?  Coventry.  It's older than that city, though.

Fungi are slightly spooky in that they are more closely related to animals than are plants, or indeed any other kingdom of living things.  There are so many biochemical similarities between animals and fungi that it is difficult to create medicines for people that can treat fungal diseases without harming the human body.  At the same time, we can borrow antibiotics from fungi and benefit from them -- far more effectively in some cases than we would from regular medication.  This is just an aside, though – it might save the world later but please ignore for now as we’re moving on.

Fungi belong to the soil and participate as part of it.  Paul Stamets describes them as the ‘soil magicians’, responsible for creating highly fertile, loamy humus by recycling dead plant matter and making it available again to the soil.  A single mycelium can even transfer nutrients from one part of a forest to another, thus benefiting different species of tree in distant locations.  It can secrete chemicals that crumble rock and help add this ingredient to the soil.  It doesn’t need light to grow but can use radiation as a source of energy in a manner similar to plants’ use of sunlight.  It can store carbon dioxide, a greenhouse gas; it can also break down undiluted diesel and other hydrocarbons very happily, turning this poisonous stuff into food for a new ecosystem.  And when it wants to say hello, it’s pretty determined; some fungi exert vertical forces of up to 1,200 psi – easily enough to blast through your tarmac drive and leave you groping for your Miracle Gro Patch Magic.  A mycelium even ‘knows’ what’s going on around it:
‘The mycelium is sentient, it knows that you are there,’ says Paul Stamets.  ‘When you rock across landscapes, it leaps up in the aftermath of your footsteps trying to grab debris.’

Another aside...  Have I mentioned lichens, which are actually two species – a fungus and an alga – living symbiotically as one?  Beatrix Potter of Jemima Puddleduck fame was the first to discover this, by the way.  The fungus provides structure and soaks up nutrients, the alga makes more complex compounds like fats etc.  They live together in peace until pollution comes along – the degradation of lichens is a strong indicator of bad air.

And another.  If every minuscule spore of a puffball mushroom created a new puffball over two generations, the volume would be 800 times that of the Earth (although the spores would create new mycelia rather than a new puffballs but never mind).

So, let’s have a look at some of these fungi.  Pilobolus lives in dung.  Its fruiting body (the mushroom part) is less than a centimetre high with its sporangium (spore sac) sitting on top.  This mushroom is phototropic – it turns towards the light – and when it’s ready, bang!  In its tiny way it blasts its sporangium towards the sun with such force that the stalk is crushed instantly.  This performance takes 0.25 milliseconds or one 400th of the time it takes to blink.  So 400 of the things could go off one by one and you still wouldn't know about it when you opened your eyes again.  The spores land on grass eaten by cows which pass the spores through their body and into their dung, all ready to go again.  So, any ideas why it helps Pilobolous to be phototropic? Answers in a comment at the bottom of the page!  If you know the answer, you're clever enough to do first year Biology at Berkeley (see below).

Anyway, in case you're a blinker, here it is in slow motion to music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrKJAojmB1Y

The Earth Stars are particularly elegant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iQwKYi6ytg (more so than the advert at the beginning, I’m sorry)

Here’s John Bonner with his fascination for another soil-participant: slime mould (very similar to fungi but not a single organism, rather a social cooperative of single cells).  He says the stuff is
‘no more than a bag of amoebae encased in a thin slime sheath.  Yet they manage to have various behaviours that are equal to those of animals who possess muscles and nerves with ganglia – that is, simple brains.’
Cells in slime mould can behave in ‘altruistic’ ways, sacrificing themselves for the sake of the whole.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkVhLJLG7ug

There are also videos on YouTube of slime mould solving mazes.

Extra…

Could hallucinogens in mushrooms have been the 'soma' mentioned in ancient religious texts like the Rgveda, which was used for creating altered states in which humans drew closer to their nature gods?   www.youtube.com/watch?v=32uUblJyBUE  The trippy lady is so trippy that she might make you flash back, by the way.

And finally, here are some more writings on soil:
‘The soil scientist digs a hole: He digs through thousands of years in a few feet of soil, then pauses to catch his breath. While he stands in his hole gazing out over the land, you almost remember silts and clays filtering down through impounded water, water rushing under ice, washing sands and gravels into stratified beds, glacial advance and retreat, outwash and deposition, great calves of ice spawned in the drainages. His gaze passes through time and matter. After a while, you begin to wonder about the importance of these human beings clustered around the hole, all of us looking intently in, or following his gaze out to the landscape, nodding our heads gravely in agreement.’ (Lewandowski in Lines-Kelly).
‘We should learn the art of making compost. Using that compost we will grow a lot of flowers. Don’t think that without compost you can have flowers. That is an illusion. You can have flowers only with compost. That is the insight of inter-being — look into the flower and you will see the compost. If you remove the compost that became the flower, the flower will disappear also.’ (Thich Nhat Hanh)
‘Soil is the connection to ourselves. From soil we come and to soil we return. If we are disconnected from it we are aliens adrift in a synthetic environment.  It is the soil the helps us to understand the self-limitations of life, its cycles of death and rebirth, the interdependence of all species. To be at home with the soil is truly the only way to be at home with ourselves, and therefore the only way we can be at peace with the environment and all of the earth species that are part of it. It is, literally, the common ground on which we all stand.’ (Fred Kirschenmann in Lines-Kelly)
‘Soil appeals to my senses. I like to dig in it and work it with my hands. I enjoy doing the soil texture field test with my fingers or kneading a clay soil, which is a short step from ceramics or sculpture. Soil has a pleasant smell. I like to sit on bare, sun-drenched ground and take in the fragrance of soil’ (Hans Jenny in Lines-Kelly)
Selected sources:
Thanks…

…to Sunniva T for pointing me in the direction of soil (i.e. straight downwards)
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7 October 2012

Week 41: 'Movement ... leaves a trace of our desires.'

Wonder spawned in: 1971
Wondered into being by: David and Anna Marie Holmes
Wonderspan: 10 minutes
To experience this wonder at its best: Make sure you can hear the sound and click the 'full screen' icon, switch up the resolution to 480p.

We interrupt this programme for an urgent moment of slowness:
I love this as a way of loving the human body as a sort of living river, wrapped around another in a dance.

Norman Mclaren has made a few slow-motion 'studies' of dance on the Canadian Film Board site.

Extra...

But if you like your dance to snap, here's Carmen Amaya from 1944:
Susana Robledo says that 'flamenco is basically a sense of life'; thanks to Claire L for proposing it for a Monday wonder.  Claire proposes the following dance by Eva Yerbabuena, especially for 'the moment of rhythmic ecstasy' from 6:00 to 6:42:
And there's also this, from Canada again, by Louise Archambaut, just for the short bit from 2:37:
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1 October 2012

Week 40: 'Listen to what is underground.'

Wonder spawned in: Not so long ago.
Wondered into being by: Some of the people.
Wonderspan: about 5 minutes.
To experience this wonder at its best: For the films, make sure you can hear the sound and click 'full screen'.

How do you love your own society, in practice?  Last week we were sharing in the stories of soldiers and their families, who were struggling in their own ways with how to reconcile their wish to protect the life of their societies and the inhuman realities of war.  This week, we are still with people who feel some sense of social purpose, but one that could not be more different.  Today's wonder is about how people can make something magical out of an otherwise dull place using nothing but themselves and a bit of creativity

Pick one!

Supermarkets - why do they make them so ugly, boring, overlit, so so so SO the same, and spend so much money doing so?  Mystery.  Well, they need bombing!  That's where Dizraeli comes in, where 'to bomb' is graffitti slang meaning to use your art to reclaim a place for yourself/people.  It turns out that Tesco is a musical instrument waiting to be played:
Jim Power turns lampposts into mosaics in New York - simple, beautiful, for everyone:

The Situationists are an interesting bunch.  They noticed that the spaces we occupy tend to determine how we behave, which usually means how to conform.  They said, 'Hang on a minute, why are we letting our surroundings tell us how to behave?'  Society is a 'spectacle', they said - it's basically pushing a fake reality onto us.  By reading their 'situation' and trying 'forbidden' behaviours, they found a powerful new way of critiquing and challenging an oppressive status quo.  The following Situationist-inspired performance art will give you a flavour.  It's a radio ballet, which is an ensemble performance choreographed in real-time using invitations to perform certain actions broadcast through personal radio sets.  Usually, anyone can join in like a flashmob.  This one is in Leipzig organised by the Ligna group in 2008:
You might like to try something similar at lunch today.  You're walking down the street, perhaps, and just stop for a minute and look at the sky.  As the Ligna radio stream says, 'Lingering makes situations uncontrollable'.

Robert Montgomery says he 'works in a poetic and melancholic post-Situationist tradition'.  His main thing is taking billboards normally used for.... yaaaaawwwwnn... advertising and making them work for something more beautiful.  For example...
The Open Council is runs alongside the real Council in Newcastle promoting experimental policies for the city.  Among these are manhole dancing, public bonsai, orange charming and, my favourite, bin spreading, which is exactly that - spreading bins about.
This film of a huge elaborate flashmob in Moscow caught the eye of Akila, who suggested it for www.waysofloving.com - this is wild:
Hernando Guanlao turned his house into a library with no lending rules - if you want the book, keep it.  It's all free and people bring him so many books he's run out of room:
And here's - oh, look, it's me - outside the perfectly sterile 'Chimes' Shopping Centre in Uxbridge.  I don't know why it's called Chimes - it doesn't have anything as beautiful as a bell and it doesn't chime with anything (marketing men from London with Armani specs name all the provincial shopping centres, I guess).  Anyway, by laying a line of local conkers and beech nuts across the entrance I'm trying to manifest an ecological threshold in the same place as the shopping centre's threshold.  The police didn't like this at all but they let me carry on because it was a peaceful protest, although the shopping centre security staff... well, you could say they went bonkers about the conkers and paid scorn to the acorn(s), and can guess how they felt about the beech nuts.
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