Criminalizing Geology

A law in the state of Wyoming makes it illegal to sample, photograph, or even make written observations about a piece of land that belongs to someone else – if the information will be sent to any government agency, state or federal. Presumably, the 8-year-old in the back seat, randomly snapping pictures enroute to Yellowstone, is exempt. So who is this law targeting? It will stop anyone wanting to submit photos or samples of pollution dumped into streams or rivers which cross private property from accurately reporting such misdeeds. This should be a bone to mining companies, heavy supporters of politics in Dick Cheney’s home state.

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Yep, the New York Times notes that, among other odd state laws, that Wyoming has enacted a law that “makes it a crime to take photographs of or make written observations about a piece of land that belongs to someone else.” While the Times includes it in a collection of kind of humorous laws, Slate has a piece that outlines just how pernicious this bill really is (the assertion in that piece is that this is to discourage collection of any data that would be used to invoke the Clean Water Act).

You can read the law yourself.  Basically it outlaws, among other things, geologic mapping in the state as you cannot

…take a sample of material, acquire, gather, photograph or otherwise preserve information in any form from open land which is submitted or intended to be submitted to any agency of the state or federal government.

So watch…

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Getting Naked on Mount Kinabalu?

Goofing off on Mount Kinabula. It's all fun and games until you're thrown into a Malaysian prison. (photo from Mount Kinabula Facebook page)

It’s all fun and games until you’re thrown into a Malaysian prison.
(photo from Mount Kinabula Facebook page)

If you have been following the seismic news, you have heard that a small group of merry-makers are being held in Malaysia for showing flesh on the wrong mountain. Their antics caused an earthquake, killing at least 13 people. The tourists were allegedly posing nude and/or nearly nude near the summit of Mount Kinabalu. Since the mountain is sacred to the fragile sensibilities of the Malay, such disrespect rankles the righteous. As it should. Personally, I’d be quite irritated if people stripped to their birthday suits on Mount Sinai, for example. Or if they sported a swimsuit while touring Saint Mark’s Basilica on the flooded Piazzo San Marco. Should I be so prudish? Yes. If there is a god guarding such holy places, surely he wouldn’t care. I would hope he has a sense of humour. Besides, he can always burn the miscreants’ souls in Hell later. But my irritation against anyone not following the rules is not because I think it offends any invisible friends, but because it offends people in the local community. Why should a dying grandfather or an aging nun on a pilgrimage in Venice put up with giggling 20-somethings wiggling half-clad bums at an altar of veneration? Should it be different if the people are Malaysian? Whether you believe the spot is sacred or not, it is simply not polite or respectful to other people who are serious about such things.

The group of foreigners (including two Canadians, which really irks me!) were among an entourage touring Malaysia’s outback when they allegedly slipped away from the other guests, removed all their clothes, and snapped some memorable pictures.  Yipee for them! It’s like, “look Dad, no clothes and no common sense”. Perhaps the party-makers will make a defence that they were ignorant of the law. They might argue that this is their normal behaviour whenever they leave their Saskatchewan home and go to the sacred mountains of Banff, Alberta. Or they may say that they’ve done this on the prairies where sweat-lodges make photogenic backdrops. Well, such antics in Canada may be overlooked. But anyone visiting Malaysia should have read the fine print in their Lonely Planet Rough Guide. They would have learned that Malays are even more prudish than I am.

However, there is more to the Mount Kinabalu story. The mountain is sacred to to the people who leave around it. They believe that Mount Kinabalu is home to the spirits of their relatives who await entry into a final afterlife. Such spirits are easily disturbed. As a result of the insult against the mountain and its spirits, there was a deadly earthquake. The Malaysian Foreign Minister feels that the 10 foreign tourists offended the spirits, who alerted the mountain, which shook in anger.  As a geophysicist, I have other ideas about the cause of earthquakes. However, I am used to religious people rejecting science in favour of inherited myths, so I am not surprised that the honourable minister would say this.

Yeah, they really did this. (photo from social media)


Yeah, they really did this.
(photo from social media)

The 5.9 magnitude quake, allegedly caused by the prancing naked tourists, dislodged rocks, killing at least 13 (6 more are missing). The ensuing landslide closed a popular hiking trail, trapping at least 170 others on the mountain.

One or more of the cheeky participants in the infamous photos posted their dirty deed on Facebook’s unofficial Mount Kinabalu page. (The photos have since been removed.) The two Canadians who posed together nude (or maybe semi-nude) are a brother and sister from southern Saskatchewan. Let’s hope they don’t have to spend more than a couple of years in a Malaysian prison. In fact, a local priest, anxious to calm the disturbed spirits, says that the 10 foreigners should just be required to donate 10 water buffalo. Male or female – the priest said either will be just as effective. (He is undoubtedly right about that.)  I presume the animals will be led up the mountain trail, then sacrificed. And that will surely prevent earthquake aftershocks.

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Michele Bachmann’s Dirty Bones

Ms Bachmann

Ms Bachmann

“If dinosaur bones have been buried for “millions” of years, then why are they so clean when they’re in museums?” asks Michele Bachmann. Is this just one more of the many thoughtful questions coming from this year’s crop of political deep-thinkers? Are these people really this stupid?

No, not really. Bachmann never said it. But lots of people believe that she might say something like this and that’s why the meme has appeared thousands of times on social media. The cretanic habit of accepting misinformation as fact has become so bad that Facebook is thinking of including “Satire” (and perhaps “BS”) tags that you can add to stories to prevent your friends from looking like idiots when they comment on such stories.

dino at tyrrell

Typical Dirty Dinosaur

I am not going to defend Bachmann, someone whom I believe opposes much modern science education. But I don’t think that she’s among the sharper knives in the cutlery drawer. For example, in August 2011, in Florida, she said that God was sending a taxation message to the American public by way of hurricanes and earthquakes. On another occasion, Bachmann told us that it’s “an interesting coincidence” that swine flu appeared in 1976 (when Ford was president), then again when Obama was president. [If this doesn’t make sense to you, that’s because you are normal.] She also claims that “there isn’t even one study that can be produced that shows that carbon dioxide is a harmful gas.” Not even one study? CO2 makes plants grow, of course, so maybe she’s right. You can find page after page of her interesting gurgitations on the internet. But she really never tried to use a dirty dino bones argument to claim a 6000-year-old Earth. She’s clean on that one.

All of this points to a problem that is much too common among people who lack sufficient critical thinking skills.  That means most of us. Questioning dubious information – even when you know for sure it must be factual – is an acquired skill of judgement. I know that I have failed more than once. We all fall for things that sound right, but aren’t. Although fictitious, they portray many elements of the truth. Almost 400 years ago, French playwright Jean-Baptiste Molière said, “It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I am right.” This explains why most of us (even scientists) can not throw out a perfectly good theory, even when it’s starting to make the entire fridge smell.

Paul is dead. Or just barefoot.

Paul is dead. Or just shoeless.

What can we do to upgrade our BS detector? Readers of this blog probably already know the most reliable steps. First, ask this question: “How do they know that?” If someone tells you that Paul McCartney is dead (as I learned in junior high in 1969), don’t just grin ear-to-ear, but ask for the source. Sure, he walked shoeless (symbolic of the dead) on Abbey Road,  and sure, John whispers “I buried Paul” on Strawberry Fields.  Or maybe he was just singing, “Cranberry sauce forever.” No one is quite sure. But Paul wasn’t buried, wasn’t dead, and I’m glad because in 1977, Paul McCartney and Wings released Mull of Kintyre – surely a song worth staying alive to record.

Expulsion by Masaccio, 1425

Expulsion from Eden,  by Masaccio, 1425

More BS detection skills. Always be wary. Everyone lies. Expect lies, look for omissions, exaggerations, understatements. Lying started a long time ago, back in the Garden of Eden, when God himself warned Adam that eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil would kill him. As it turned out, Adam, his wife, their snake, everyone, were evicted from the marvelously beautiful garden where naked people sat around doing nothing all day. But they didn’t die. Not immediately, anyway. Eventually, sure – so perhaps that’s what God meant. Knowledge kills. Ignorance brings bliss and web hits. By the way, if you find any lies in any of my blog posts, feel free to think about sending me a note.

Here’s another BS detection tip. Language clues. Exaggerated language is usually a giveaway. For example, never say never:  She always says that he never picks up anything” may miss the subtle point that last Friday he picked up a co-worker and gave her a ride home. Always, never, everything, anything, nothing, and all superlatives should never be trusted. They always indicate BS. Trust me on that.

Finally, look for vested interests. What is being sold? Does someone want your money, your obedience, your soul?  If Michele Bachmann – or any other politician – tells you something, just smile, nod, and back away. Then turn and run because Facebook isn’t following you everywhere, offering satire and BS tags. Or is it?

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Scotland’s Verbose Expounditor of Geological Logorrhea

Pretty: along with The Flood, beauty was the principle concern of most pre-Hutton. geologists

Pretty: Along with The Flood, beauty was the principle concern of most 17th century geologists.

James Hutton (1726-1797), Scotland’s most celebrated geologist, had a way with words. A rather awful way with words. But his scientific brilliance is uncontested. He is credited with moving geology away from the La-Z-Boy recliners of seventeenth century drawing rooms and onto the craggy cliffs where rocks are actually found. Until Hutton, gentleman-geologists were often preachers with parishes and parsonages to tend. They seldom ventured into the hills to study geology. If they collected rocks at all, it was the pretty ones they displayed in their cabinets. Such men philosophized about geology, Creation, and The Flood. They kept their fingernails clean. After Hutton, geology became the stuff of adventurers, travelers, experimenters, and above all, men and women with picks and hammers. Hutton was the founder of modern geology. He spurned divine intervention as the mechanism that created mountains, rivers, and oceans. Hutton advocated gradual processes as the only explanation for natural landscapes. Steady rain, over millions of generations, carved more features than any single great flood, regardless its potential Biblical proportions.

James Hutton (1726-97) in the field. Illustration in: Original Portraits and Caricature Etchings, 1877

James Hutton (1726-1797)
from Original Portraits
and Caricature Etchings
, 1877

Today, on the 289th anniversary of James Hutton’s birth, we remember the man who promoted the principle of uniformitarianism. Hutton showed that the same geological processes at work today explain everything that has occurred in the past.

He introduced the idea of cyclicity – mountains eroding and mountains rebuilding – and he saw such phenomena repeating over and over, through millions of years. He understood igneous and metamorphic rocks, rejecting the common notion of his time that all rocks (even granite) were made of ocean sediments.

In his 1785 book Theory of the Earth, Hutton even introduced ideas of gradual evolutionary change in animals. But all of his great ideas were muddied by an inability to write to the point. He rambled incessantly and he used sentence structures that were arcane even in his own time. Today, it is almost impossible to read Hutton for simple pleasure. I have a copy of his masterpiece. It is as dull as it is dazzling. Alas, it is seldom opened.

Although James Hutton understood geology with brilliant clarity, his sentences filled paragraphs and paragraphs filled pages. There are certainly precious gems buried within Theory of the Earth, but rambling was Hutton’s literary forte.  It took him several rewrites to arrive at his most famous quote, the Earth is “without vestige of a beginning, without prospect of an end.” Unusually succinct, but typically ambiguous. Scholars have argued about whether he meant this literally (all the original rocks of the Earth have been recycled) or figuratively (the vastness of time – past and future – can not be contemplated), or both.  He is generally considered such a poor writer, a true ambulator of thought and champion of disorganization, that his ideas might have been lost if they hadn’t been rewritten after his death by his loyal disciple, Charles Lyell.

Theory of the Earth - the book of modern geology

Theory of the Earth –  a book of modern geology

James Hutton trained as a physician and worked as a farmer. These avocations helped him see the Earth as a living organism “not just a machine but also an organised body that has regenerative power.” To him, the Earth was a living organism with an indeterminate longevity. Hutton was among the first to seriously contemplate the true vastness of time. Deep time, as it is sometimes called, is something he described as “a thing of indefinite duration.” Hutton imagined endless cycles of mountain building, destruction by erosion, draining of sediments to the sea,  consolidation, and then another uplifting, forming fresh continents. Recycling forever. Continents destroyed; continents rebuilt. Nothing remains of the original Earth and there is no end to the cycles.

James Hutton championed a new theology. Everything was originally designed by God; God created the Earth to provide a place for man. But it had been created in a way that required no further divine maintenance. Even the process of recycling rock through erosion was designed to rejuvenate the soil for man’s agriculture. Mankind used the Earth’s resources, but everything would be replenished. Hutton rejected the theistic geology of miracles and floods – his grasp of geology was far deeper and his role for a deity was much narrower. Burnet’s Sacred Earth (1681), Woodward’s Essay of the Earth (1695), and Whiston’s New Theory of the Earth (1696) all have a similar thesis. Their subtext varied as each tried to explain the planet’s evolution within a biblical context, but they all reflected a common understanding of the Earth’s recent origin, brief existence, and rapidly approaching end.

Hutton was different. Though his faith was deep and his geology included religious considerations, Hutton is sometimes cited as the first modern geologist because he insisted that natural processes were the sole tool for geological transformation. His work reinforces deism (the idea that reason, observation, and science reveal God) and discounts theism (the belief that revelation of God is only possible through prayer or sacred texts). For Hutton, deism’s supreme being is an absentee landlord. The deist rejects the theist notion that gods intervene in the daily affairs of man and Earth. Hutton was central to the Age of Enlightenment in England, northern Europe, and America, and the surging concepts of reason and individuality. The deist aspect of Hutton’s explanations for Earth’s evolution found a willing enlightened audience.

In 1768, at age 42, Hutton turned over his farms’ daily operations to tenants and moved to Edinburgh, where his closest friends included philosopher David Hume and economist Adam Smith. Hutton spoke regularly at the Royal Society of Edinburgh, which became his stage for teaching what he discovered about geology.

oystersHutton’s other venue for discourse was the Oyster Club, which he founded with his friends Joseph Black and Adam Smith. The club’s weekly discussions were raucous affairs – debate was rumoured to be only part of the fun. There was a wild mix of widely disparate intellectuals (most of Edinburgh’s brightest, as well as regular visitors such as Ben Franklin) who gathered for heavy drinking, loud laughing, deep conversation, and oysters. Hutton, Black, and Smith formed such a deep friendship that when the famous father of modern capitalism died, Hutton and Black were executors of his estate. They divided up properties according to Adam Smith’s instructions. Ever loyal, they also followed Adam Smith’s last request – all his unfinished works were to be destroyed. Thereupon, Hutton and Black reluctantly burned 16 volumes of their brilliant friend’s unpublished memoirs and economics manuscripts.

Hutton, 1775

Hutton, 1775

Regardless his magnificence of thought, Hutton’s unfortunate logorrhea made his writing largely inaccessible. [Since you’ve read this far, allow me to offer a definition. Logorrhea is excessive incoherent wordiness, usually considered pathological. In a colloquial use, it is emblematic of unbridled rambling, not disease. I don’t intend this word to imply Hutton suffered an illness – but his writing is always described as rambling and wordy. Examples are coming up.] When Theory of the Earth was announced at the Royal Society of Edinburgh, his friend, the chemist Joseph Black, read the first chapter aloud to the assembled members who slowly drifted off to sleep. Hutton’s work was saved from slipping into its own coma by the fact that it contained revolutionary pearls about the natural of the Earth – and because Hutton’s friend and protégé, Charles Lyell, kept his work alive.

Like Hutton, Lyell was born in Scotland. At Oxford he studied geology, but graduated as a Master of the Classics, as literature and dead languages were  called. With such a degree, Lyell was qualified to practice law. Within ten years, Charles Lyell gave up law and began studying geology and writing about it full time. His own observations confirmed Hutton’s theories. Lyell published revisions of Hutton’s discoveries, writing with more clarity and charm than a typical lawyer with a classics education.  Within his first book, Principles of Geology, Hutton’s concept of uniformitarianism was presented so convincingly that it became the fundamental theory of geology for a century. The theme of Lyell’s Principles, “the present is the key to the past,” is essentially a restatement of Hutton’s more verbose “from what has actually been, we have data for concluding with regard to that which is to happen thereafter.” Lyell was much more than the interpreter of Hutton, he was an innovative and observant geologist who built upon Hutton, expanded and proved Hutton’s theses, and promoted the ideas of evolutionary change. We will visit Lyell again, on another occasion.  For now, let us end with these thoughts of Hutton:

On the nature of sedimentary rock: “Having thus proved, that those strata had been consolidated by simple fusion, as proposed, we now proceed to show, that this mineral operation had been not only general, as being found in all the regions of the globe, but universal, in consolidating our earth in all the various degrees, from loose and incoherent shells and sand, to the most solid bodies of the siliceous and calcareous substances.”

On answering a critic about the nature of science: “Our author [Irish geologist Richard Kirwin, Hutton’s primary critic, “who has formed his notions of geology from the vague opinion of others, and not from what he has seen.”] has surely perplexed himself with what writers of late have said concerning primitive mountains as they are called, a subject of deeper search, than is commonly imagined, as I hope to show in the course of this work. It is an interesting subject of investigation, as giving us the actual view of those operations of nature which, in forming my Theory of the Earth, more general principles had led me to conclude might be. But, it is a subject which, I am afraid, will lead me to give farther offence to our author [Kirwin], however innocent I may be in giving nothing but what I have from nature.”

On the nature of time: “I am blamed for having endeavoured to trace back the operations of this world to a remote period, by the examination of that which actually appears, contrary, as is alleged, “to reason, and the tenor of the Mosaic history, thus leading to an abyss, from which human reason recoils, etc.” In a word, [says Kirwin] “to make use of his own expression, We find no vestige of a beginning. Then this system of successive worlds must have been eternal.” Such is the logic by which, I suppose, I am to be accused of atheism. Our author might have added, that I have also said—we see no prospect of an end; but what has all this to do with the idea of eternity? Are we, with our ideas of time, (or mere succession), to measure that of eternity, which never succeeded any thing, and which will never be succeeded? Are we thus to measure eternity, that boundless thought, with those physical notions of ours which necessarily limit both space and time? and, because we see not the beginning of created things, Are we to conclude that those things which we see have always been, or been without a cause? Our author [Kirwin] would thus, inadvertently indeed, lead himself into that gulf of irreligion and absurdity into which, he alleges, I have boldly plunged.”

Much of the preceding about Hutton was pilfered from my book, The Mountain Mystery, the story of how scientists figured out that mountains were formed by plate tectonics. The book is published by Summit Science Publishing and printed by Amazon, where it is available on line.

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Paying for Physics

Halley's Comet, photographed in 1910

Halley’s Comet, photographed in 1910.

Over 300 years ago, the world worked a lot like it does today. A man writes a brilliant book, but he’s a recluse and lacks charm. He wants to get his science club to print his book, but the  members spent all the club’s money printing a book about fish which no one was buying. So along comes another fellow, someone the brilliant writer marginally gets along with, and this fellow says to the writer, “Sure, Isaac, I’ll print Principia for you. Darn good book.”

Halley's preface to Newton's Principia

Thus ended Halley’s preface to Newton’s Principia:
Phoebus [or Apollo, God of Truth, among other titles]
is the illumination of the divine mind:
No, it is not the gods – no mortal ever approached nearer.

If Edmond Halley had not been in Sir Isaac’s life, we can wonder how many months (or years) might have slipped away before Newton’s master- piece would have been published. Perhaps the dour Newton would have simply disappeared deeper into his mysticism and alchemy, waiting for the ichthyographics to sell out and money for publishing to show up. (The History of Fish never did sell out. Somewhere in a Royal Society warehouse, there is probably still a stash of the notorious fish books.)  Without Halley stepping forward with money, Principia would not have been published on this day, June 2, back in 1686. The minutes of the Royal Society record that Halley would “undertake the business of looking after it and printing it at his own charge.” De Historia Piscium was so unpopular it nearly bankrupted the Royal Society. Not only was the society unable to fulfill its promise to publish Newton’s Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica, but shortly after Halley personally financed Principia, the society quit paying Halley (the Society’s clerk) his annual £50 salary. Thoughtfully, Halley was paid with some of the left-over copies of the fish book. He gave away many of those.

Today’s blog piece, inspired by Halley’s gift of Principia to the world, celebrates Edmond Halley’s life. Edmond Halley was much more than the comet he never named. Halley’s Comet was noticed at least by 240 BCE, but every time it returned (roughly each 76 years) people assumed it was a different comet. Halley figured out it was the same icy orb and he predicted its revisitation would be in 1758, and it was. The famous comet was named as an honour to Halley by French astronomer Nicolas de Lacaille, 20 years after Halley’s death. Halley’s was a life more than either the eponymous comet or the 1950s Rock’n’Roll so many people associate with him today.

(No, not these Comets)

Portrait of Edmond Halley by Thomas Murray, 1687.

Portrait of Edmond Halley by Thomas Murray, 1687.

I want to claim Halley as a fellow geophysicist. He built upon Sir William Gilbert’s discovery that our planet has an iron core which generates the Earth’s ambient magnetic field. Gilbert, working 80 years before Halley, could not explain polar drift (the magnetic North Pole is always wandering around) even though polar drift was well-known by sailors at least a century before Gilbert. In fact, Gilbert tried to disprove drift at one time because it was incompatible with his idea that the core was solid. If the core were solid, there should be no magnetic drift. Edmond Halley had a solution to the magnetic pole’s drift. His idea suggested that extreme internal pressure gives the Earth a solid iron heart, just as Gilbert hypothesized. But Halley noted that the crust we stand upon is also obviously solid and it made sense that a fluid area separates the solid core from the solid surface. (He proposed that there might be “hollow” layers filled with fluids or atmosphere between the solids.) Halley believed that it is the fluid part of the inner Earth that produces our magnetic field. Because of sluggish rotation of that fluid material during the planet’s spin, the magnetic pole drifts. Halley was partially correct in all of this, even though the details were tenuous, as we would expect from 17th century geophysics.

Halley was certainly right when he identified distinct inner-earth layers, even if there is likely no hollowness involved. He had a knack for creative thinking and unbridled curiosity in other areas of science, too. Halley said that solar heat was the cause of wind. He discovered the relationship between barometric pressure and elevation. He perfected the diving bell, allowing himself to be submerged for nearly two hours, 60 feet below the filthy surface of the Thames. Emerging too quickly, he was also the first person to suffer from a recorded case of inner-ear barotrauma. Perhaps the daring flirtation with death also inspired him to create some of the first actuary charts. In 1693, he analyzed age-of-death statistics, making it possible for the English government to sell life insurance policies priced appropriately for each age of purchaser.

In 1676, Halley sailed to Saint Helena island, south of the equator, and made the first atlas of the southern night sky. While there, he used a pendulum to determine that gravity was different than it had been in London. He watched Mercury transit the sun and from his notes, he found a way to calculate the absolute size of the solar system. Astronomy was his keenest interest. After returning to England, he worked as the Royal Astronomer, however he didn’t get the job he wanted most. Halley was not awarded the position of Professor of Astronomy at Oxford – the Archbishop of Canterbury squashed the appointment due to Edmond Halley’s well-known atheism.

But today, on the 329th anniversary of his offer to print the most famous (and perhaps most important) physics book in history, we commemorate that it was Edmond Halley who edited his friend Newton’s great study of physics, Principia, then printed it with his own money when the Royal Society failed to find the cash. Ours is a better world for Halley’s many gifts.

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What happens when a Young Earth Creationist discovers a 60,000,000-year-old fossil?

Reblogging this great piece. I live in Calgary, the place where these 60 mya fish fossils were unearthed during excavation of a basement. The fellow who spotted the fish in a block of sandstone during the construction deserves credit for calling the university and getting them properly identified. The fossils are rare for this part of the world (we have lots of dinos, not so many fishes) so they will be displayed at the Royal Tyrrell Museum, about an hour east of Calgary.

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Five nearly perfect fish fossil specimens were found in a block of sandstone excavated in the northwest Calgary community of Evanston. Photo courtesy Darla Zelenitsky, University of Calgary Nearly perfect fish fossil specimens found in a block of sandstone excavated in the northwest Calgary community of Evanston. Photo by Darla Zelenitsky, University of Calgary

Fortunately, Edgar Nernberg of Calgary is a keen Young Earth Creationist, and indeed sits on the board of Alberta’s very own Creation Museum, at nearby Big Valley. Fortunately, because this has given him a keen interest in fossils, and a sharp eye for spotting them.

So when he came across something out of the ordinary while backhoeing out a basement in Calgary, he immediately recognised it as important. What he had found was a group of five small fossil fish, a few inches long, embedded in the 60 million year old sandstone of Alberta’s Paskapoo Formation. Fossils from this time are rare, and give insight into what was happening directly after the dinosaurs and their marine relatives were so dramatically removed from their ecological niches. For this reason…

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Nepal’s Missing Volcanoes

HimalaysLast month’s devastating earthquakes in Nepal were caused by the collision of the Indian subcontinent crashing into and (partly) under the bulk of Asia. The Himalayas are being created by the collision of tectonic plates. So, where are the volcanoes? That’s what I was asked when a friend wanted me to explain the Katmandu disaster.

Well, there are no volcanoes in Nepal. Nepal has huge mountains, of course, but not every mountain in the world is caused by a volcano (only a small percentage are, actually) – and relatively few nasty earthquakes are triggered by volcanoes. The nearest volcanic activity to Katmandu is a thousand kilometres northwest, in western China, where an eruption last occurred over 60 years ago. The action in far western China has produced a few cones, but no volcanic mountains. No one was hurt when the 1951 Kunlun cone erupted. In fact, the eyewitnesses – a road crew working in the excruciatingly remote region – reportedly said, “What the heck was that?” when the 1951 volcano shook and smoked. Then they went back to work. Before that, the last Kunlun Volcanic Group eruption was in 1850. To say the place is volcanically quiet is an understatement. And these are the nearest to Nepal of any volcanoes.  The Himalayas are not on fire.

There are no fire-spitting volcanoes in the Himalayas, yet most people think of volcanoes when they think of earthquakes,  mountains, and (Opa!) breaking plates. A “ring of fire”, for example, surrounds the Pacific Ocean with, well, a ring of volcanic fire. But there’s the rub – an ocean of water lubricates the subduction zones surrounding the Pacific. Ironically, water allows the ring of fire to exist while the lack of an ocean of water in the landlocked Himalayas quenches any possible volcanic action there.  When India and Asia collided 90 million years ago, the continental crust of the Indian tectonic plate sank under the Asian plate, deep into the Earth’s mantle, to a depth of 200 kilometres or more. It was a continent-on-continent convergence of rock. Sans water, except perhaps a bit that got mixed in when India first arrived from across the sea, from present-day Madagascar. But that was 90 million years before Nepal’s current borders were drawn on a map.

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Water – making volcanoes happen. (USGS Photo)

Why is water so important? Water decreases the melting point of rock. When water is conveyed into Earth’s deep nether places,  solid rock down deep may melt. The making of a volcano requires runny magma – melted rock. Oceanic plates have water-saturated sediments and crust, at least in their shallower sections. In places like Chile, Tonga, and the American Pacific Northwest, those wet sediments and oceanic crust end up deeply buried where the water vaporizes, rises, melts overlying rock, and forms volcanic magma. In the Himalayas, water doesn’t entire the mix. Instead, continental crust collides and piles up into mountains. No water, no melted rocks, no magma, no volcanoes. Just deadly earthquakes instead.

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Harry Hess and the Sea’s Floor

Captain Hess

Captain Harry Hess, 1945

What does a commander of a World War II assault transport ship do in his spare time? If the captain is Harry Hammond Hess, he would be gathering geophysical data enroute to Iwo Jima. Later, he would use the data to prove plate tectonics.

Geology professor Harry Hammond Hess was born in New York City on this date – May  24 – in 1906. The city was bustling with new immigrants and phenomenal growth. The world’s second largest city, it had nearly five million residents and was adding an incredible million people every five years. Harry Hess’s grandfather, Simon Hess, had started a construction company, which grew to include harbour dredging and dam construction. Harry’s father, Julian, became a member of the New York Stock Exchange. Harry’s mother came from Hammond, Indiana, where her father Julius owned a liquor distillery. That Indiana town was the origin of Harry Hammond Hess’s unusual middle name.

From Manhattan’s 22nd Ward, his parents moved to nearby Asbury, New Jersey, where Harry graduated high school with a focus on languages. He entered Yale at 17, tried electrical engineering, but switched to geology, then promptly failed his first mineralogy course. His professor advised him to change his major, convinced there would be no future for Hess in geology. I have great sympathy for Hess’s mineralogy fiasco. Except for the grace of my own mineralogy professor, I might have likewise been tossed from my studies. I am severely colour-blind, which I never disclosed to my instructor. Mineral identification depends on colour recognition and a good eye for shapes and patterns. I have none of that. The results of my lab exam were abysmal. My professor kindly looked for the few things I had accidentally identified correctly and (I suspect) nudged my mark up to a very slim pass. Coincidentally, my professor, Leslie Coleman, had been a Princeton student of the same Harry Hess who had failed his own introductory mineralogy exam. Despite Hess’s lack of eye for mineral structure and thin-section identification, Harry Hess stuck with geology and became one of the most innovative scientists of the twentieth century.

Harry Hess selfie, 1929

Harry Hess selfie, 1929

Hess finished his geology degree. Then, in a brash move, he left America and spent two rough years in remote northern Rhodesia, working and living in the bush with a native African team. They were prospecting in what is now Zambia, a country rich in copper, nickel, and uranium deposits. Harry Hess’s son, Professor George Hess, told me that this photo (right) is a selfie which Harry took while camped in Zambia – you can see the string he set up to snap the picture – it’s in Harry’s right hand. After two years, Hess returned to school, enrolling in graduate studies at Princeton in 1929. He once said he would have preferred Harvard, but had noticed “No Smoking” signs in all the geology labs. Knowing he could never give up his cigarettes, he selected Princeton.

Princeton, with its lax smoking regulations, was a good choice for other reasons. The geology program was solidly established. And Richard Field, a grandiose geologist who knew how to find research money, was established there. In three years, Hess had his doctorate. He studied a pale green rock called peridotite, an unusual igneous pluton made of olivine material originating deep below the crust, in the upper mantle. Those rocks –  his doctoral thesis material – had a similar structure to the last minerals Hess would ever hold in his hands, forty years later, just before his early death from heart disease aggravated by a lifetime of smoking. The final rocks in Harry Hess’s life were small chips of olivine which Neil Armstrong had brought for him from the Moon. Hess had helped make Armstrong’s trip possible – but we are jumping ahead in the Harry Hess story.

As a Princeton graduate student, in 1931, Hess assisted one of the first submarine explorations of the seafloor, working with Dutch scientist Felix Meinesz, a geodesy expert who was developing equipment to measure seafloor gravity while on a pitching, rolling boat. This was a near-impossible feat, similar to trying to measure one’s weight while swaying on a bathroom scale. Scales prefer quiet stability, the sort of calm a submarine offers when it sinks below the roiling seas. In the early 1930s, the submarine was the best vehicle to gather a reliable set of gravity data – but not every university had one. Through Richard Field’s formidable connections, Meinesz and Hess were outfitted with a US Navy sub to explore gravity anomalies in the West Indies. Six-foot seven-inch Meinesz worked cramped and hunched – submarines are built for much shorter men – as he measured the Earth’s gravity field by timing the swing of a pendulum. It was the first of many treks to the Caribbean for the scientists. To help with paperwork and approvals, Field made sure the government ranked Harry Hess as a reserve Lieutenant officer in the Navy. Ultimately, Hess would rise to the rank of Admiral.

Shortly after their last Caribbean expedition, the scientists were fighting World War II. Thanks to Field’s meddling, Hess was already in the Naval Reserve. The morning Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, Hess reported for duty. His first assignment during the war kept him in New York City, using geophysics to uncover enemy submarine positions in the North Atlantic. The navy was so successful that within two years the German submarine threat was neutralized and Hess transferred to battle duty in the Pacific.

As commander of the attack transport USS Cape Johnson, Hess made four major combat landings – including Iwo Jima, the most fierce battle in the Pacific. Hundreds of the 1,500 troops he personally piloted ashore died, though the Americans eventually overpowered the small island’s Japanese defenders. Ferrying troops and supplies around the sea was, of course, Hess’s main assignment. But between his various engagements across the Pacific, Hess gathered oceanographic data for the navy. Like many transport ships, the USS Cape Johnson was outfitted with depth-sounding equipment so the ocean bottom could be mapped – with military applications in mind. The depth-device, the fathometer, helped ships avoid crashing into submerged reefs, rocks, and enemy traps during beach landings, but as the forces edged closer to Japan, vessels with fathometers collected data which the navy turned into the first crude Pacific seafloor maps. Such maps helped captains confirm their ship’s position (often estimated by less reliable compasses and sextants) by noting features like submerged canyons and ridges. Hess and others mapped the ocean floor’s topography, knowing it would help the war effort, but Hess knew it would also be useful data for his science, helping unravel the nature of the seafloor and its evolution. Hess was not disappointed.

By mid-1945, Hess had measured many of the Pacific’s nether parts, including trenches ten kilometres deep among the canyons and crevasses that were nearly everywhere. Geologists had thought the seafloor was a broad and flat dirty sink collecting mud from the continents. Quite the contrary, according to the Hess data. The seafloor was alive with unexpected geological activity and unexpected topography. Harry Hess and his colleagues would eventually use these unlikely observations to prove the floor of the ocean was in motion, creeping along in murky darkness.

Fifteen years later, in 1960, Harry Hess put the Pacific data – along with his earlier studies from the Caribbean – together into a theory of seafloor spreading. Most of the world’s geologists were fiercely opposed to the idea of spreading seafloors and its corollary, drifting continents, so at first Hess cautiously presented his theory in a manuscript that became widely xeroxed and informally circulated.  Two years later, he published “History of Ocean Basins,” within an obscure collection called Petrologic Studies. He anxiously described his work as geopoetry, apparently in an attempt to diffuse some of the criticism he knew it would attract.

Hess hypothesized that the seafloor widens at the great global rift system’s volcanic fissures where hot magma emerges. Extreme pressure along the rift forces new ocean crust away from the ridge, then moves the crust across half the ocean. At the end of its enormous conveyor belt, it sinks at subduction zones, disappearing in the mantle. The basaltic ocean crust doesn’t pile up or accumulate. Hess’s spreading, subducting, mobile seafloor explains why so little sediment accumulates on ocean floors. And it explains why ocean crust is relatively young. Hess calculated the oldest ocean crust has survived 300 million years, but continental crust is more than ten times older. Within 300 million years, the new seafloor journeys from rift to trench, then descends into the mantle, never to be seen again. Meanwhile, continental material mostly stays aloft. By this insight, Hess explained the puzzling age difference between marine fossils found on the ocean floor (actually less than 200 million years old) and marine fossils lifted to mountain slopes (sometimes over 500 million years old). Any fossils not safely thrust up onto the non-recycling continents remain in the seafloor mud and are eventually destroyed at subduction zones.

Harry Hess, explaining the ocean crust cycle from spreading rift to subduction, 1968.

Harry Hess, explaining the ocean crust cycle from spreading rift to subduction, 1968.

“History of Ocean Basins” had critics, of course. But the paper was well-received by the new generation of scientists. For the first time, a scientific position on mobile continents was attracting more supporters than detractors. Hess’s history of the ocean basins was perhaps the single-most important contribution to the development of modern plate tectonics. His paper was cited more frequently than any other geophysics research paper, geopoetic or not. For a dozen years, it was the source material other geophysicists used when they wrote their own papers. Hess stated that the evidence for mobile continents was strong, however, in presenting his paper, he cautioned “It is hardly likely that all of the numerous assumptions are correct.”  But the most important ones were. The oceans spread; the continents move.

Harry Hess passed away at a relatively young age. He was just 63 when he collapsed at a meeting of the Space Science Board of which he had been chairman for years. It was in August 1969, within a month of the arrival of the first moon rocks. Hess had been one of ten men in America scheduled to perform tests on those first lunar samples. He made a few preliminary examinations and he hoped further studies would reveal evidence about the Moon’s formation. He lived long enough to see his theory of seafloor spreading and his contributions to plate tectonics widely accepted. Harry Hess, the navy admiral, scientist, and geopoet is buried at Arlington.

The preceding was pilfered from my book, The Mountain Mystery, the story of how scientists such as Harry Hess figured out that mountains were formed by plate tectonics. The book is published by Summit Science Publishing and printed by Amazon, where it is available on line.
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An Oil Man Blames the Russians

richmanThe wealthiest person in Oklahoma, conspiracy theorist Harold Hamm, claims that Russians are financing the anti-fracking movement in America. Of course they are. Russian spies meet at select Starbucks locations and hand over sealed envelopes stuffed with rubles so that Communist-anti-frackers in the USA can pay for water contamination tests in Pennsylvania and photos of frackingly-collapsed homes in Oklahoma.* It is reassuring that Mr Hamm is calling our attention to the Russian infiltration of the environmental movement. We need to be wary, Hamm figures.

poorguyOklahoma’s richest person is a fascinating character. Hamm is the youngest of 13 kids in a sharecropper family. He once worked at a gas station, pumping gas and changing tires. He went to work with a small oil company and built it into one of America’s largest businesses, Continental Resources Inc. (America’s Oil Champ, according to the company’s home page). It’s a world leader in fracking. He owns 70% of the company, making his share worth about 20 billion dollars – before the oil crash this winter. The drop in commodity prices (plus a one-billion-dollar settlement in his second divorce) cleaned out half of Hamm’s fortune. He seems to be making a string of mistakes. He sold off his oil futures in September, thinking oil would recover. It was $80/barrel at the time. Instead of rising back to $100 as he expected, it dropped into the 40s. He fracked up royally – this mistake that cost him billions. His company is not in trouble yet. He has slashed corporate spending 50%. But if oil settles below $50 (and I think it will for the next year or so), then Continental may be bankrupted.  It is rather painful to see an old man blame the world for his problems, but this seems the case now with 69-year-old Harold Hamm.

billion dollar cheque

Cheque Number 1004 from the Harold G. Hamm Trust to his ex-wife, for $974,790,317.77.
Makes you wonder who got the first 3 cheques from this account, doesn’t it?

The wealthy oil man claims fracking – which his company does very, very well – is being attacked by Russian-funded environmentalists. He brought this revelation to a conference sponsored by Forbes, the Reinventing America Summit in Chicago. He told Forbes that Russia has spent a lot of money to “cause a panic over fracking.” It seems more likely that the panic is because of polluted water and wrecked homes. But, maybe we can blame the Russians – they would like to wreck Mr Hamm’s business so more Russian oil can be sold.

Mr Hamm has other enemies to fight, too. He has been accused – according to the big pro-business publisher Bloomberg – of trying to get scientists fired from the University of Oklahoma’s semi-attached Oklahoma Geological Survey. It seems those earth scientists are finding a relationship between fracking and the earthquakes which have destroyed homes in Oklahoma.  Rather than looking for solutions and trying to mitigate the damages, Hamm is accused of trying to silence the messengers. Although severe earthquakes have increased 400-times in frequency since deep injection came to Oklahoma, Hamm seems to feel the two events are unrelated.

To the credit of the University of Oklahoma, the administration seems to have not buckled. Apparently, no scientists have been fired because of Mr Hamm’s demands. An e-mail exchange (released through an access to information) indicates that Hamm has had long talks with the university president and has been accused of pressuring for the firing of scientists who have claimed a link between fracking water disposal and earthquakes. Specifically, one e-mail written by the dean of the school’s Earth Sciences department after a meeting with Hamm says, “Mr Hamm is very upset at some of the earthquake reporting to the point that he would like to see select OGS [Oklahoma Geological Survey] staff dismissed.” The e-mail goes on to say that Mr Hamm would be happy to sit on the committee that would select the fired scientists’ replacements. I’m sure he would be. Nice that such a busy man would be willing to sit on a selection committee picking a couple of university research scientists.

Hamm, energy advisor to Romney: that job cost him nearly one million dollars.

Hamm, energy advisor to Romney:
that job cost him nearly one million dollars.

Mr Harold Hamm has been lauded for his philanthropy. He donated over ten million dollars to the university’s Harold Hamm Diabetes Center. But others have pointed out that this gift represents 1/1,000 his wealth and is the same as a typical middle-class American family (worth, say, $100,000), making a charitable donation of $100. And, since Hamm has Type 2 diabetes himself, it sort of becomes much less selfless. Still, it is ten times more money than Hamm donated to Romney’s presidential campaign. (He gave $985,00 to Romney’s Super-PAC Restore Our Future.) Hamm also allegedly exceeded the legal contribution limit by giving $117,000 to other candidates, according to news service Reuters. However, it is still a nice gesture for Hamm to give a wad of cash to the university’s Harold Hamm Diabetes Center. But if there are implicit expectations attached, it becomes less honorable.

The tragic part of this story is that Mr Hamm’s obstreperous antics threaten his entire industry. Until alternatives replace it, America needs its fracked gas. It is cleaner than the coal which it is rapidly replacing. It keeps America’s fuel money at home, out of the hands of Putin’s mafia. Gas production employs thousands of decent American folks trying to raise families. It has paid for kids’ piano lessons and university educations. But irresponsible dogmatic truculence might destroy the chance for environmentally-responsible development. Had he not been so ham-fisted, Hamm might have contributed to the Oklahoma University’s scientists’ effort to understand the earthquakes and to find effective remedies. Instead, Hamm provokes shutting the whole thing down – as happened in New York, Quebec, New Brunswick, some European countries, and dozens of American counties. Without proper environmental oversight, it should be sut down..

It seems Mr Hamm’s time is up. He was apparently not able to influence the university’s staffing decisions. His candidate did not become president, even after the million dollar donation. His company’s value has fallen in half. It will fall further when his loans are called this autumn – and not many creditors will care if the Russians are behind Continental Resource’s misery.

*Oil-related companies bought three houses after drinking water was ruined; 13 houses were destroyed in Oklahoma by fracking-related earthquakes.

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Mount St. Helens Day

Mount St Haelens, May 18, 1980.

Mount St. Helens, May 18, 1980.

Today is one of those trigger dates that remind me of how small I really am, a day that invokes memories of my life in younger years. Somewhat like September 11, 2001. (I was on Crowchild, heading towards work in downtown Calgary when I heard the radio report from New York.)   Today is May 18 – the 35th anniversary of the most destructive volcano most of us will probably ever experience. Mount St. Helens Day.  To tell the story of the volcano from my perch about a thousand kilometres north and east of the eruption, I’ll draw upon a short section from my book, The Mountain Mystery:

A Sunset of People

One of my geology professors at the University of Saskatchewan took great delight in describing what occasionally happens to volcano spectators. To be caught in a firewall from an active volcano is to be swept over by pelting fiery-hot ash.  Your lungs suck in red hot dust – if the shards of volcanic glass carried by hurricane-speed winds have not already stripped your flesh to the bone, which would ignite and disintegrate, of course. When the professor gave that description, it seemed he had been close to a volcano or two in his research.

But not as close as Katia and Maurice Krafft, a French husband and wife team who spent years filming unpredictable pyroclastic volcanoes from unsafe distances and repeatedly photographing lava flows within a whisper. In June, 1991, they were filming eruptions of Mount Unzen, on a southern island of Japan, when a pyroclastic flow unexpectedly swept out of a channel and onto the ridge where they and 41 other people were standing. They died instantly, along with journalists and several research observers – including Professor Harry Glicken. Glicken’s death by volcano also seemed inevitable.

The American volcanologist was the scheduled observer at Mount St. Helens ten years earlier, when that mountain exploded. Had he been there, it would have killed him. But Glicken had to attend business at a college in California and missed experiencing the 1980 St. Helens eruption. His replacement for the day, David Johnston, died instead of him, manning the doomed observation post that had been Glicken’s. Johnston, a promising young scientist, reported the explosion in his final words over a two-way radio: “Vancouver, Vancouver. This is it.” And it was. Meanwhile, for a few years, Harry Glicken postponed his own predestined death by volcanic eruption.

Rocks, trees, and people were pulverized during that 1980 Mount St. Helens eruption. I was twelve hundred kilometres away from the explosion, living and working in a Saskatchewan village near the Montana border. Two days after the explosion, the daylight sky turned grey. Although I was over a thousand kilometres from the explosion, enough volcanic dust had settled on the white cab of my truck that I could etch my name on the vehicle’s hood. I did not realize that parts of 57 humans were in that thin grey grit.

Volcanic ash and dust made the Saskatchewan evening skies spectacular with vivid pink, orange, and red accompanied by unusual shades of green and purple. Particles of dust from the mountain, several million trees, and those few dozen incinerated people tinted our Saskatchewan sky that spring. It was a dreary sort of lovely.

A Sunset of People

A Sunset of People

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