The thought of aging, as a young man, was farthest from my mind. It was something my parents and others were going through, not me. That mindset was a long, long time ago. Now it’s different. As I think about the aging process today, three things come to mind: Mt. Colden; the 7-year itch; and an idea about aging from the past. Continue reading
The aging process and the ‘7-year Itch.’ Reflections on senescence from the summit of Mt. Colden
The biology of being oily. Something old and something new.
Relax. This is not another story of the BP Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. This is even more up close and personal—it’s the daily oil spill on your skin.
It’s the middle of the New York summer. You sweat profusely most of the time. Worse, your natural skin oils just oozes out of control like the Deepwater Horizon pipeline to give you that uncomfortable, shiny, unhealthy look. Ladies, makeup just won’t hold long enough. You’re back again to the powder room to fix the ‘paint job.’ Guys, especially those who like their heads closely shaved as if they just came out of army boot camp or just out of jail, oils just drips down your face and make your head shine like a brand new bowling ball. If you are acne prone, then life gets even more miserable. And it’s all because of that tiny gland, called the sebaceous gland, alongside your hair follicle that spews out natural oils, called sebum. In the US, oily skin is a $1.2 billion dollar over-the-counter industry and about $ 2.5 billion for prescription drugs, if you have bad acne. Part of the success of that industry is because of people like you and me, the unlucky majority of really oily folks.
This topic is quite interesting for me for two reasons. First, I did spend a decade and a half in the olden days doing dermatology research, especially on sebaceous glands and hair. Second, just through serendipity, I have the answer to our oily problem. Now that I got your attention, let me tell you a little about why you need oil and how it happens to mess up your life too (Yes, sounds like the same argument for crude oil).
There is an average of 100,000 hairs on your scalp, including fine barely visible hair and thick ones. Then there are those non-pigmented, fine hairs on your face, arms, legs and back. You are born with the same number of hair until you die, barring any major personal catastrophe like setting your hair on fire. In some men and women, the hair gets thinner and less pigmented giving that balding look if one is predisposed to baldness or the thinning look that comes with age. And, with each hair is your life time supply of oil from the sebaceous gland right next to it. Besides that we have the much larger apocrine sweat glands in our armpits, around the nipples and the genital area that produces more sweat. Initially odorless, the apocrine secretions become odorous depending on the mix of microorganisms present on your skin.
Some of us have bigger glands than others; those unlucky few have overactive ones. The sebaceous duct opens to the pores that deliver the oil outside of the skin. It oftentimes gets clogged with oil and dead epidermal cells and then you get blackheads or whiteheads. For many, this is already bad enough. But, for the 85% of teenagers and the minority of young adults in this country, it can transform into full blown acne when the trapped oils cause inflammation because the acne bacteria, Proprionibacterium acnes, starts proliferating using oil as its food source (Remarkably sounding like the oil eating marine bacteria in the Gulf) and converting the oil into irritants. Just think of it as fresh butter off the grocery store turning rancid after you leave it out in the counter for a while. By then you will be running to the corner drugstore to get some over the counter medication or go online for the super high tech de-plugging, skin rejuvenating, over-priced products shown on TV.
Both men and women get acne. The glands respond to the male hormone, testosterone, which the sebaceous cells convert to dihyrotestosterone to stimulate more oil production. The sebaceous cells at the base of the gland starts filling up with oil. It gets bigger and bigger as it is pushed out towards the center of the gland by new cells dividing and growing behind it. When totally filled to capacity (sort of like an oil tanker about to run aground), the cell bursts open into the open cavity of the gland and the spilled oil gets pushed up and out of the pores. Now you have a full blown oil spill and one that you can’t stop by capping the well. Women produce testosterone too from the adrenal glands, from the ovary or convert estrogen to testosterone at the level of the cell where enzymes convert these precursor hormones to more active ones. Some of us also have over active enzymes in the skin that convert more than it should or have more protein receptors than bind the hormone, transport it to the nucleus of the cell, stimulating more cells to divide and more oils to form. This is the biological recipe for your own personal nonstop oil spill.
You would think that since oils on our skin are such a pain, why it did not shrink throughout evolution as human beings get less and less hairy? Who needs oil anyway? Well, your natural oils lubricate your skin, preventing it from dehydrating and the thin coating of oil on your hair keeps it from drying up. The chemical composition of sebum is so uniquely different from other natural oils in our body. Why this is so remains a mystery to science, for now. Certainly there are antimicrobial peptides, such as cathelicidin, beta defensins and histone H4, present in the sebaceous glands that can kill Staphylococcus aureus and P. acnes. Moreover, acne is a concern probably only in the last 5,000 years, too short of a time span for evolution to allow natural selection for people with smaller glands or none at all. Or maybe, pimples were sexy before 5,000 years ago.
But, I think our skin oils have a higher purpose and that is to give our uniquely individual scent. In non-mammalian primates, such as gerbils, rats and mice for example, sebaceous gland secretions are the means of communicating individual identification and sexual attraction. Most likely early humans identify each other by their scent. Perhaps, the sense of smell was more heightened as a means of communication before language was invented. It still persists in our modern world only in some aboriginal cultures. In the Desana tribe of the Amazon and the Batek Negrito of the Malay Peninsula, tribal membership is based on similarity of body odor and marriage is allowed only to a person from another tribal group with a different odor. The Ongee of Andaman Islands, the Bororo of Brazil and the Serer Ndut of Senegal all recognize personal identity by the individual’s smell. I remember my college Anthropology 101 seeing photographs of aborigines from Papua New Guinea during their ritual of smelling the face, armpits and chest to recognize and welcome visitors from another tribe. Now, you can’t even dare to try that in the New York subway without getting seriously hurt or ending up in jail.
As human beings created larger, more complex societies, the value of smell has faded from memory and is retained in social customs without true connection to the sense of smell. An example is the Indian custom of smelling someone’s head as an affectionate greeting, a ritual dating back to thousands of years and even chronicled in ancient Indian texts as a “the greatest sign of tender love.” That understanding in today’s society is translated to a more commercial one, looking for the smell that pleases, that creates the urge to buy, that stimulates other senses, and especially that masks other smells. The sense of commercialism is starkly prominent in the bewildering array of perfumes in the market today.
Current research on smell is a sophisticated science using astounding technology that allows one to identify individual chemicals among the thousands that permeate the environment or that comes off the surfaces of plants and foods. While most research are in the food applications of smell, the more intriguing ones are on the search for that pheromone that attracts the opposite sex, the very basic of human interactions. The article by Saxton and his colleagues from the University of Liverpool described a steroid called androstadienone presumably from sebaceous/apocrine secretions that contribute to the smell of sweat and saliva that influence how women perceive the attractiveness of a male. What’s interesting was that the test environment for that study was the process of ‘speed-dating,’ that strange new ritual of the modern era, so we thought, that I am sure the Desanas, Baroros, the Ongees will find curiously familiar.
Since we don’t need so much oil in our modern world, how do we get rid of it and acne along with it? That has been a seemingly endless chase for solutions since the ancient Greeks and Egyptians. Today’s armamentarium includes remedies, such as sulfur, that are as old as the first written language. To cover all of these will bore you to death and, if you are already suffering from acne, you already know all about these anyway:
Intra-lesional steroid, benzoyl peroxide, antibiotics, retinoids, antiseborrheic medications, salicylic acid, alpha hydroxy acid, azelaic acid, nicotinamide, kera-tolytic soaps, combined estrogen/progestogen contraceptives, antiandrogens, topical retinoids such as tretinoin (Retin-A), adapalene (Differin), and tazarotene (Tazorac), isotretinoin (marketed as Roaccutane, Accutane, Amnesteem, Sotret, Claravis, Clarus), nNicotinamide, (vitamin B3), Naproxen or ibuprofen for their anti-inflammatory effects, dermabrasion, phototherapy, deep penetrating light therapy, photodynamic therapy, surgical lancing, laser treatment, aloe vera, neem, turmeric, papaya, ananthamoola, azelaic acid (brand names Azelex, Finevin and Skinoren), heat, pantothenic acid, tea tree oil, zinc, tetracyclines, low glycemic index diet..…just to name a few.
Some are just methods, others are purely synthetic, some are derivatives from petroleum and the rest are natural extracts of plants. What is disconcerting these days is that what we thought was safe yesterday, is the new toxins of today. Pregnant women particularly are so concerned when using cosmetic products these days.
The idea
All these treatments are meant to shrink the sebaceous gland, kill the bacteria, reduce the inflammation or get rid of the oil. The last one, getting rid of the oil, received the least serious interest since you can’t make much money by simply selling blotting paper or selling soap to disperse the oil (dispersants in the Gulf oil spill are made from soap ingredients by the way). The commercial solution is always something that either sounds like a drug or is a drug or some esoteric formulation that combines all of these anti-acne effects for $80 bucks an ounce.
Why not just get rid of the oil? Seems easiest to do and least likely to involve anything that will have serious side effects. Just like skimming the oil off the ocean surface after the BP oil spill. It gets rid of the unsightly mess, keep the wildlife from being seriously damaged and not worry about the oil washing to the shore. Why not do the same for your face?
The idea is not unique, even for us. We’ve thought about it for many years, but never so seriously until serendipity took over (For the etymologically challenged, the word came from the name, serendip, given by Indian sailors thousands of years ago to the island we call now as Sri Lanka because they found it purely by chance. In those days, mariners rarely venture too far out of sight of land because they thought the world was flat and the ship falls off beyond the horizon—unless of course when storm blew you off course and land in Serendip by accident). Biological ideas don’t come often. Eureka moments are far between the ‘hurry up and wait’ mode of science. More often it comes through an unrelated event or a side observation. In this case, we were busy trying to develop a formulation for our barnacle, insect and shark repellent projects, looking at ways to improve the effect of this nontoxic, edible repellent. At the time we were working with a range of materials including clay. Also at the same time, it was a hot humid summer day, oil oozing out of my face. I thought wistfully that maybe I should try some of these clays on myself as I have never liked the thought of using blotting paper (I did try blotting paper before just to be fair) and washing with soap just moves oil around.
I rubbed this new clay composition on my skin, then washed it off quickly because guys usually don’t want anything on that makes them look like a girl—no offense. Something unique happened. The oil went away with the clay, totally absorbed and washed off. And something else, my skin was softer, tighter, no shine and most of all, remarkably smoother—for almost the whole day! I do have my sensitive moments too and I had been around skin care companies long enough to know that we got something really amazing.
We eventually gave the clay a new name, Ifrenel Clay TechnologyTM, just to make it sound sexier (and French), but the composition is a proprietary mixture of clay materials found in nature. These clays are rare, not something you will find just anywhere, except from a few mine deposits in the United States. When one applies it to the skin only once, Ifrenel keeps the oil away for over 24 hours. When tested on women volunteers who rated their “oil spill” from 1 to 5, with 5 being your equivalent of the Deepwater Horizon scale, the feeling of being oily went away in 10 minutes and lasted for the next 24 hours, at least. My daughters started using Ifrenel two years ago instead of buying those brand items off TV ads (saved me a lot of bucks).
Then something else happened. Acne went away and rarely come back, unless they forget using it. So, off we go running another clinical trial and demonstrating that one can actually clear acne in a week. The inflammation stopped within two days. That’s because the acne bacteria don’t have anything to feed on and maybe taken away with the clay too. Cystic acne can be painful to the touch, just ask anyone who has it. No longer after only two days of a single use each day because the acne bacteria is not there to convert oil into irritants. But remember, Ifrenel is not a cure. It just takes away your oil spill. Acne will come back after a week if you stop clearing your oil away.
This was a pleasant distraction from our usual marine science projects and certainly far from our malaria projects too. Off we went to file patents for this, then launched a new company based on the technology, called Ifrenel (from I feel fresh and ‘naturele’). It will be a hard fight to get it in the store shelves, but we will manage because we aree so confident that it works after tests in over a thousand women. For men, you can apply it on your face and your shiny ‘bowling ball’ will have that matted, healthy look very quickly, without anyone knowing about it.
Is this so unique just because I stumbled on it? Without sounding like an infomercial, IfrenelTM (and its companion product called ClaynTM for just those with the oily problem without acne) is all natural clay. It works by applying the powder on your skin when it’s dry, just before you wash it, by rubbing with your fingers (see video link below). This also gives you that microdermabrasion workout that removes dead skin and residual cosmetic chemicals off your face. When you wash it away, the oil goes with the clay-water mix. Can’t apply when you skin is wet; the Ifrenel clay will absorb water and lessen the effect. Not an easy thing to do because we are all conditioned to the soap and water routine. This is better for you than soap so get used to it quick! Without oil, your P acnes bacteria don’t grow, your pimples and blackhead disappear and your skin is smooth as silk all day. No kidding. And, your make up stays on much longer, saves you money in the long run and spare the wear and tear on your shoes going back and forth the powder room. There are no emollients, no fancy petroleum chemicals and no silicone to make it smooth. It’s just your fingers, your skin and Ifrenel clay.
And how about odor? It does even more remarkable things that I will tell you one day soon. I might get to like dermatology research again after all these years.
Now that this oil spill problem is solved, time to get back to more marine sciences. Next time I will tell you about shark repellents. Not having one at the wrong time can really mess up your day permanently.
Jonathan R. Matias
New York, NY
Poseidon Sciences Group www.poseidosciences.com
About Ifrenel http://www.ifrenel.com/
http://amominredhighheels.com/ifrenel-acne-skin-therapy/
The science of Ifrenel
http://ifrenel.com/index.php?about&aid=5
http://www.ifrenel.com/upload/about/ifrenel_dr_marty_sawaya_oily_skin_acne.pdf
http://ifrenel.com/index.php?demo (how to use the product; must see if you want to get best benefit)
On the science of smell
http://www.lifeinthefastlane.ca/science-of-the-smell-factor/weird-science
Saxton TK, Lyndon A, Little AC, Roberts SC. 2008 Evidence that androstadienone, a putative human chemosignal, modulates women’s attributions of men’s attractiveness. Hormones and Behavior. 54(5):597-601.
This Fracking problem: Chasing the solution to this controversial mining issue
Fracking ! Sounds like a curse word, and for some people along the Marcellus Shale regions between New York and West Virginia, it already is. Or, it may sound something like an illegal activity folks engage in somewhere in a dark back alley. And, that also reminds me of the word “fragging” used by soldiers usually against their own senior officers, often involving a fragmentation grenade without the pin. English is such a flexible language!
For those who are not familiar with the ‘fracking” business, let me give you a quick run down.
The Marcellus Shale Formation, a geologic feature located between New York State and West Virginia, holds an estimated 262 trillion cubic feet of extractable natural gas reserves. Although this resource has been known for a century, the Marcellus shale deposit became important in the last two decades because of the depletion of other easily accessible gas reserves, the increasing price of oil and the development of the hydraulic fracturing technology by Halliburton that made it feasible to extract natural gas. Hydraulic fracturing or fracking for short is a process wherein fluid containing sand is pushed at high pressure through a well bore deep into the shale formation to create man-made fractures. The hydraulic fracturing process involves injection of proppants, typically sand or ceramic beads that are lodged inside the shale to keep the fracture open. The fractured shale allows free flow of natural gas and oil into the pipeline that brings them to the surface for collection. Over a million wells have been drilled in the Marcellus shale through hydraulic fracturing.
Blame it on the bugs. Anaerobic iron and sulfate degrading bacteria rapidly proliferate in the fracturing fluids, causing corrosion of the pipes and clogging of the proppants. Inevitably biocides had to be included in the fracturing fluid to inhibit bacterial growth to keep the gas flowing. However, in recent years, there has been a tremendous public concern about the environmental impact associated with hydraulic fracturing and, in particular, the possible contamination of the aquifer and nearby streams by biocides and other chemicals present in the fracturing fluid. This triggered the frantic search for more environmentally benign options to keep anaerobic organisms from proliferating, despite the insistence of the oil industry that the technology is safe. Considering the economic and strategic value of extracting US oil-gas reserves, an alternative technology needs to be developed as soon as possible to solve this environmental concern. People are wary of corporations proclaiming safety and it is better for companies to solve the problem than fighting the public perception of another corporate-led environmental catastrophe.
Poseidon’s position on this matter? I am neither pro nor con to fracking. I think fracking is essential to our country’s energy independence and the continued employment of a whole lot of people during these dire economic times; the industry estimates 280,000 are employed or will be employed. But, I also think the industry must allay the legitimate fears of the public quickly by solving the issue and finding an alternative option to improve the system. I am sure you are thinking that sitting on the fence on this fracking problem is not a healthy thing to do. I neither relish the ire of the Pennsylvanians nor like being at the very bottom of the list in an oil industry event (not that I have ever been on any invitation list; not yet anyway).
What to do then? At the risk of stopping all natural gas extraction and exploration, it is imperative that a solution be developed soon to prevent bacterial overgrowth in fracturing wells. Because it takes only a small amount of bacteria to contaminate the well, introduction of bacteria-free fluids or other technologies proposed to date have had marginal impact on the overall problem. A biocidal approach is still the best method. We still need to get those Gallionella and Desulfovibrio bacteria from clogging the wells and corroding the pipes. However, the biocidal material should be environmentally friendly and must not freely diffuse away from the bore hole. This is where the daunting challenges lie.
Technological advances often times are not at the same pace with the response necessary to negate environmental issues that result from catastrophic failure or unforeseen damage. The case in point is the BP Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. For this reason Poseidon has embarked on an ambitious program, called the Nereus Project, to develop technologies that help ameliorate environmental problems associated with technological advances. While developing technologies for oil spill cleanup, the Nereus Project has also been looking at alternative options that would prevent biocidal actives from leaching out to the environment from fracking fluids.
This fracking issue is a hot topic. Tempers are flared, businesses are at stake, livelihoods are threatened and catastrophes, both real and imagined, are all in the now time frame. New technology development takes time and tons of money. But, scientific advances in other fields might be applied here. It is just a matter of looking and selecting the right ones that are available. This time we got lucky.
On July 21, 2010, Poseidon Sciences and Selenium, Ltd. entered into a strategic partnership to develop coatings containing covalently bound selenium [Se]. Why Se and not silver or copper? Only Se can be permanently attached to a surface and yet continue to be biologically active. Se is approved by the FDA as a nutritional supplement as an essential nutrient and it also possesses anti-bacterial properties through the release of reactive oxygen species, such as hydrogen peroxide. Upon contact with Se-treated surface, the reactive oxygen released by Se kills the bacteria on contact, thereby preventing biofilm formation and clogging. This killing effect is short range and does not extend far from the coated surface. A “green technology,” Selenium’s SeLECT™ technology was originally developed within the Texas Tech University [TTU] System by Dr. Ted Reid and Dr. Julian Spallholz, co-chief scientists of Selenium, Ltd. and TTU professors. This proprietary technology already achieved FDA 510(k) approval for two separate Class II medical devices and the first coated antimicrobial orthodontic products were introduced to the market in 2009 to prevent dental plaques.
When applied to industrial applications, Selenium’s patented SeLECT™ technology is marketed under the name SeGuard™. Because it is bound permanently to the coating and yet remains bioactive, Se does not have to leave the surface to exert its antimicrobial action. Thus, leaching of SeGuard™ to the environment is prevented. This technology will find use in the industry as a coating on proppants, sand and other materials used in hydraulic fracturing and as coatings on the iron pipes used in boreholes. Covalently bound SeGuard™ on the surface of ceramic proppants for an example will be the next generation of non-leaching, environmentally-friendly biocidal technology.
If this essential nutrient for the human body is also good enough for our teeth, kills bacteria on contact and doesn’t leave the surface, what else can we ask for?
Where to go from here? We are still in the process of proving the concept against iron and sulfur reducing bacteria. And, we are very optimistic since Se’s antimicrobial effect is universal. How to make this technology work for the fracking industry will need some serious collaboration with the oil industry players and the EPA. We do need to act faster than usual to make this happen.
Since a vital strategic industry, people’s livelihood and the environment are at stake here, only really serious “fracking” people need apply.
Jonathan R. Matias
Poseidon Sciences Group
New York, NY
Who is Nereus?
In Greek Mythology, Nereus was the son of the Titans—Pontus (the Sea) and Gaia (the Earth). Always known as the “Old Man of the Sea” for his truthfulness and virtue, Nereus fathered the Nereids or sea nymphs, known for their friendly help to mariners in stormy seas.
For further reading, please see these links:
This blog entry is derived in part from a July 22, 2010 Poseidon Sciences newsletter:
Regarding the Nereus Project:
http://www.poseidonsciences.com/nereus.html
On the selenium technology:
http://www.selenbio.com/technology/index.html#coatings
On the fracking problem:
http://green.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/07/23/passions-on-display-at-e-p-a-meeting/?src=me&ref=science
http://green.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/07/22/huge-turnout-for-e-p-a-fracking-hearing/
Of mice and men: The ecological disasters–Deepwater Horizon and the Dust Bowl
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy
From the Scots poem by Robert Burns, 1785, To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with a Plough
For almost two decades, there has never been a spill of any sizeable magnitude in the United States. The Exxon Valdez disaster, a heart-wrenching event way back, passed on as another historical trivia for many our younger generation. The “Battle of the Rigs,” as I call it, during the ‘safe
no-spill years,’ was not as much about oil spills, but about the eye sore that oil rigs represented near shore. Taking the train a few weeks ago from Los Angeles to Santa Barbara brought that aesthetic concern to a more personal level. For the very first time I gazed on the miles and miles of oil rigs dotting the Pacific horizon, against the beautiful backdrop of the ocean and the California beaches. The environmentalists lost that battle against the expedient necessity of supplying our country’s insatiable need for oil. And, I supposed people just got used to looking at it, the same way that a bunch of oil tankers and cargo vessels anchored out in the horizon barely get a second look.
The prospect of oil spills was so remote during this “safe period” that the industry magazine Spill Science & Technology Bulletin, edited by my friend, Michael Champ, closed down because of not enough readership. Also, during this period of ‘tranquility’, much of the research and development associated with oil spill response technology winded down. Hardly any research was conducted on oil spill in general, let alone in deep ocean, even as companies ramp up to build deeper subsea oil exploration platforms. There was either so much confidence on newfangled technologies or everyone just became so complacent because the memory of Exxon Valdez was so far into the “ancient period,” as my daughters would call those years before they were born. (They have also a second, even worse, category called the “dinosaur years”—anytime before 1970). Given that twenty years is quite ancient for politicians and corporate executives too and without any disasters in recent memory, there was simply no room for the “what if scenarios” of a disaster.
Even as I was writing an article early this year for Asia Pacific Coatings Journal on our subsea testing of marine coatings, oil spill was farthest from my mind. Ironically, I wrote my concern about the Deepwater Horizon, not of any potential for an oil spill disaster of this magnitude, but on corrosion damage that may arise over the years from fouling by living things in the deep that attach to the pipelines. The article went into print soon after the Gulf of Mexico (GoM) disaster. Now, the Deepwater Horizon oil rig explosion yanked America back to a new reality, debunking the myth of the super safe oil platforms. With this event, comes re-introduction of old terms (tarball, tarmats) and of new ones, to me at least (top kill, dispersants, risers, containment domes)– an array of new terms to learn before those too pass on as another historical footnote to join the list of earth’s man-made ecological disasters.
Surprisingly, the BP oil spill does not rank as the worst man-made ecological disasters in the United States, at least for now, although last week it surpassed the volume of the Ixtoc I Oil Spill of 1979 in the GoM. The all-time winner so far was the ecological disaster called the Dust Bowl of 1930-1940. Often called the Dirty Thirties, this was the period when over 500,000 Americans were left homeless and when 2.5 million Americans took the painful exodus from their homes, away from the Plains States of Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico and Colorado. Compared to this, the BP oil spill seemed like a walk in the park. The Dust Bowl was triggered by extensive farming practices in the absence of crop rotations to prevent erosion. Combined with the start of a decade long drought, the virgin topsoil, deeply plowed by farmers for years, killed the natural grasses that held moisture. Over 100 million acres of top soil dried up, creating dust storms that blackened the skies all the way to New York City. Farmlands became unproductive wastelands and herds of cattle died in the fallow field. Foreclosures followed, then hunger and famine, diseases; untold thousands likely died indirectly. And, to make matters even worse, the Great Depression of the ‘30s sealed the fate of millions of people within that unfortunate decade. It was all because of poor knowledge about best farming practices, lax government regulations, and unbridled greed to take as much out of the land as possible, using new mechanized technologies of agriculture. Sounds like a familiar story, a typical recipe for all the usual disasters waiting to happen.
How did the government come to the rescue? It was slow at first. It was just an unbelievable event in America’s Bible Belt, almost an act of God, punishing sinners for a life badly lived. But, common sense followed. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt started reforms quickly. The government began buying up cattle in designated emergency counties; those unfit for consumption were destroyed. Those that were fit went to the Federal Surplus Relief Corporation that then supplied the meat to poor families affected by the disaster and by the Great Depression. The cattle buying program helped scores of cattle owners avoid the foreclosures on their grazing lands. Roosevelt ordered the planting of 200 million trees, from the Canadian to the Mexican border, as wind breakers and to hold the soil to the ground. The government made the important step of educating the farmers on new methods of crop rotation, soil conservation, anti-erosion and terracing methods. And, farmers were paid for every acre they were able to conserve. This gargantuan effort by the 8th year reduced the dust bowl by 65%, just in time for the new rainfall that followed to lift the region back to productivity.
Just 80 years later, United States’ next biggest man-made disaster unfolded with all the same drama. Like the Dust Bowl, there was little planning for the ‘what if’ scenario in the Deepwater Horizon incident. There have been a couple of major offshore oil platform spills in the US: Santa Barbara, California (January, 1969), and the Ixtoc I Oil Spill (June, 1979) in the Gulf of Mexico. Both were in relatively shallow water. The Ixtoc I exploratory well disaster (at 160 ft depth) was an oil spill that lasted until March, 1980. It was recognized as the second largest oil spill and the largest accidental marine spill in history until this 4th July when it was surpassed by Deepwater Horizon. Robert Campbell’s June 14th chronicle of what went wrong is more accurate and more comprehensive than what I can hope to give here (see link below). And when one compares this with the Dust Bowl, all the basic ingredients of a disaster were there in Deepwater Horizon, if one looks retrospectively as an armchair observer. The Internet and the news media are replete with stories of who is to blame, how it happened, who is affected, what is being done to solve the issue, what animals are dying, the people suffering, businesses lost, bad weather, and the usual doom and gloom of any disastrous event in our modern times.
At least the Dust Bowl was an inspiration to two great novels by John Steinbeck, one of which won the Pulitzer Prize and both became great classic movies—Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men. I am sure after the tarballs have gone away the Deepwater Horizon will spawn some novels, although I am doubtful of great movies will come out of it.
What is there left to say?
I asked this question because everything bad has been said and hardly anything good to mention. In Steinbeck’s novels, the disaster of his time was the backdrop to illustrate the triumph of the human spirit. Maybe, this is the one remaining item never mentioned in the unrelenting daily coverage of the BP Oil spill drama. And this also applies to all of the other disasters that have confronted mankind, from floods, earthquakes, landslides, wars, hurricanes and tidal waves. We always overcome. Short of a 10-mile wide asteroid hitting earth, mankind will make it. We always do and we always will because, as a species, we are resilient and inventive.
But, we have short collective memories; so little appreciation of our past mistakes. We invent. We create new ideas. Our creativity oftentimes goes too far ahead of common sense. The exhilaration of inventing and breaking new grounds do not always come hand in hand with caution.
This oil spill will be just a bump in the road of history. When the oil spill is collected, dispersed and degraded, we will simply write a few novels, a few action and dramatic movies, millions of pages of scientific papers and reams of new regulations. And, after the fines have been levied, after someone goes to jail, companies get renamed and new politicians get elected, life moves onward, heading to the next disaster, whose early warnings anticipated by a few and ignored by the many and for which we will again be thoroughly unprepared for.
But that’s us. That’s how we are as a species.
Despite the hardships and heartaches of this current disaster, we can always have the consolation that we are survivors, that we will overcome and we will continue. And mother Earth re-adjusts.
What’s in a name?
I can’t seem to leave this topic on a banal historical note and on an idealistic, philosophical tone. It needs something else, a little irreverence perhaps. So, I began thinking about the name of oil rigs. Not that I know many, actually I know of only two—Ixtoc I and Deepwater Horizon. I can never find the origins of Ixtoc. One website mentions it as a Mayan god protecting the harvest of maize. In his June 15th blog, Robert Paterson cleverly juxtaposed Ixtoc to come up with Toxic. Uncanny, but seems appropriate.
Non-English names, especially Mayan, are definitely more exotic. It is never easy to create the same a sense of “exoticness” with English words. But, I thought Deepwater Horizon is sexy. It seemed to give a deeper, mysteriously hopeful, adventurous meaning. Deepwater Horizon, I thought would have been great name, not for an ugly oil rig, but for a submarine or an ocean going research vessel or even one of those great sailing ships. I would have wanted to name my first, if ever, yacht like that, if I thought of it sooner. Now, Deepwater Horizon just reminds me of another science horror movie made in 1997—Event Horizon—the story of spaceship entering the boundary of spacetime at the edge of a black hole. In that movie, all the astronauts went mad and started murdering each other. Seems like a good analogy for the political wrangling within the current drama of the oil spill.
Unfortunately, Deepwater Horizon will go down in history the way of Ixtox I to mean nothing more than another name for a disaster; such a waste of a sexy name. When I chose my company name, Poseidon Sciences, most people don’t recognize it as the mighty Greek god of the seas (renamed by the Romans as Neptune), but the cruise ship that overturned after getting in the way of a monstrous rogue wave. The only good thing is that it was only a movie—Poseidon Adventure– and not a true man-made disaster.
Jonathan R. Matias
Poseidon Sciences
New York, July 7, 2010
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Event_Horizon_(film)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Event_horizon
Robert Campbell, Reuters (June 14 2010) Special Report: Deep water spills and short attention span. http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE65D3Z220100614
http://fohboh.com/profiles/blogs/floating-adrift-somewhere-in
The poem, To a Mouse, by Robert Burns. http://www.electricscotland.com/burns/mouse.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Of_Mice_and_Men
The Agony and the Ecstasy: Why science writing is like learning tango and Chinese brush painting
This is an odd title and I am stuck with it. Worse, I am compelled to explain why this is so.
Today, I am at a loss what to choose for my next blog entry and trying to find motivation to write about scientific topics of interest to me – malaria, repellents, arsenic poisoning, the oil spill in the Gulf, etc. Not finding the right mood for any of those, I began to read the comments left by readers of my first two blog entries. Then it came to, the inspiration to write, but not on any of those topics. The inspiration is to write about the subject of writing itself.
I asked myself many questions. How come the readers liked those articles? What makes them read them? Is it because I write about things that have personal interest to me? Or, could it be the writing style?
Scientific writing to me, and I started a very long time ago, reminds me of the 1961 movie “The Agony and the Ecstasy.” For those younger folks who regard movies before 1980 as ancient classics, the movie, adapted from Irving Stone’s novel, was about the period when Michelangelo Buonarroti struggled with Pope Julius II on the subject of the painting for the Sistine Chapel at the Vatican. The character of Michelangelo was played by Charlton Heston and that of the Pope by Rex Harrison, two of my favorite actors from the “ancient period.”
Like the painting of the Sistine Chapel, writing my first scientific paper was indeed sheer agony. It really was because the language and style of scientific writing are too precise, too impersonal and too alien. There was none of the flair, the colorful, expressive words that went to writing a history essay, for example. The scientific writing I meant refers to writing for a scientific journal, where your ‘peers” review your research data and render a judgment as to whether you are either wasting their time or have really something unique, worthy of publication in their illustrious journal. It has a language all of its own, propagated through the scientific journals by folks that also seem to be able to write exactly the same way. It seemed to me like these people caught a virus during graduate school that stayed dormant and then get activated only when they start writing for a scientific journal. These are the same folks, who seemed normal and talk normal most times, but suddenly “sings a different tune’, figuratively speaking, when made to write a scientific paper.
It is never the great papers that one writes as the most memorable. It is the ones that gave you the most agony that becomes indelibly imprinted in one’s thoughts. Like in business, the most memorable event is usually not when you made bucket loads of money, but the agony when you lost a big chunk of dough. My first paper, which was on the embryonic development of annual fishes, was one such event. It was based on the work that I did with Jules Markofsky while I was an intern at the Orentreich Foundation in those early days. That was two years of work, mostly repetitive microscopy, looking at fish eggs as they develop. It was worse than watching grass growing in your front lawn. It was the sort of work one gives as punishment (like KP—kitchen police- duty in the army) or for someone to go through during hazing initiation rites in a fraternity.
Then one day, after many very long months, Jules had his Eurekamoment. The numbers began to make sense. For years we were puzzled by the behavior of the developing eggs of the annual fish (You have to read my first blog to make sense of this one). One month they hibernate and in other months they didn’t. But when you line up the data chronologically according to months, then it made sense (see the graph). During summer months, we had no hibernation or diapause in the eggs. But in winter months, there they were. All the animal research facilities were in light-controlled, temperature- controlled environments– so we thought. But we were keeping fishes not in the same animal holding areas, but in our work rooms—with one window not fully covered, open to indirect sunshine. The fish must have sensed the changing photoperiod and that was the reason for the variability in the incidence of diapause. Shorter days in winter meant higher percentage of diapause, despite incubating the eggs at constant 25 oC.
Excited, we wrote the paper, painfully and arduously. But the writing style was just so alien to my nature. Months of revisions go by and finally off it went to the Journal of Experimental Biology, the premier journal at the time and still is today. Then months passed until we received the reviewer’s comments (by snail mail, internet not invented yet). More agony. The most memorable comment was something that goes like this (writing from my memory), “This is the worst paper I had the great misfortune of reviewing. However, the data are so compelling that if the authors can learn how to rewrite it in proper English, the editor should consider publishing it!” That was heartbreaking. My only consolation was that I keep telling myself that the reviewer did not know I was only 17. Again, more agony, more months of rewrite. A year more and it was accepted and one more year of waiting before it finally got its turn on that coveted journal. Two years of work and two years of writing it; then followed by the sheer ecstasy of seeing one’s name in print for the very first time. Thank God there were no online reader comments in those days. Otherwise I would have gone the way of the first captain of HMS Beagle (You will have to read my next blog post to understand that one).
These last two years, I had this habit of re-reading that JEZ paper. The reviewer was right. The paper was atrociously written and still hard to read even now. But, he did recognize that it was a unique explanation for a unique developmental biology of a unique group of fishes. For those masochistic few who desire to read it, please check the first referenced paper below. Don’t blame me if you get a headache.
Ever since then, I get a little better each year. It was an incremental improvement, less agonizing and a little more ecstasy when a paper got printed. Yet, it was never really satisfying.
I always say that scientific writing is like learning tango. No one is born knowing how to dance like that; it is something one has to learn, memorize the moves while trying to avoid your partner’s toes in the process. Then one day, it just happens, you are swinging effortlessly in precise movements in synchrony with the Latin music and you did not step on your partner’s toes, not even once. I never learned tango right, my dance partners did not appreciate their toes getting squashed. But I did try; so at least I can make this analogy with some personal knowledge.
I also say it is like learning Chinese brush painting. I know because I spent half a decade learning the process, so it deserves a little prologue here to show my qualification to make that statement. After my short adventure in the army and while in graduate school, I needed a challenge without having to carry a backpack or rifle all day long. Jules managed to get me a meeting with a prominent Chinese painter, Master Chung-hsiang Chao, who was already 80+ at the time. I was told that he was the only surviving son of the last court painter of Imperial China. The rest of the families were shot when the communists entered Beijing. I never asked him about that episode in his early life. And after much persuasion, he agreed to take me in as a student. I was working full time at the Foundation during the day, taking full time graduate courses on most week nights and my thesis research on weekends. I could only come on Thursday night.
On our first night’s trial lesson at his home/studio on the Upper East Side, I shared his dinner and we painted together. At the end of that session an hour later he said I can come back every Thursday night. I had to ask, reluctantly and agonizingly, how much it will cost for him to teach me. I dreaded the answer because this nice old man sells his painting for $20,000 a piece, me being his only student and, given my position in life then, any amount would have been beyond my means. He smiled and said $7 every Thursday night. I was a bit confused by the offer. He said, “$4 for your share of the cost of dinner that I will make for us and $3 for the ink and paper you use.” And so it was, $7 for each Thursday of those five years until he went back to Taiwan to live the remainder of his years. This experience therefore qualifies me to make this analogy.

The annual incidence of diapause in the annual fish, N. guentheri, maintained at 25 C under ambient photoperiod in New York City.
I say it is like Chinese brush painting (and Japanese paintings too) because like scientific writing, Chinese painting is precision and pure thought. Each brush stroke must be pre-planned; a master painter sees the entire scene of the painting about to be played out on the stretch of rice paper all in advance. Each stroke to create a leaf of a bamboo or a lily plant is planned in his mind, the direction of the leaf, the color of the ink, the amount of ink one needs at the tip, in the middle and at the base of the brush. In one master stroke of the brush, in a single fluid motion, like tango, he creates the bamboo leaf, starting from the dark part of the stem, to the shades of gray of the middle leaf and the dark point of the tip. There is no room for error, unlike in Western painting or pencil sketches, where one may go back to cover up or erase a misguided stroke of the brush or pen. It is agonizing, yet it is also pure ecstasy when one does it perfectly. I must say though that most of those 5 years was just agony, but the short moment’s perfection was ecstasy, making it all worthwhile—just like scientific writing.
But writing this and my previous blog entries are not at all like writing a scientific paper. Here again, something changed in me. Writing for this blog is an entirely different animal. Here, one needs to write about a topic in science with some accuracy, yet make it enjoyable to read for the not so scientifically inclined. It is like a different art form; a different master gene that seems to turn on my other repressed blog science writing genes that had been in hibernation for decades in my brain cells.
This writing style happened just recently. It started when I wrote articles for our company newsletters only last year. But, it did seem to me that this writing style seems so natural, as if I had done it before or perhaps have read something like it before. I had to think hard where I remember such style. This same night, as I was writing this blog entry, it dawned on me. The year was 1978. That was the year when I had my first rare personal meetings with Dr. Norman Orentreich, chairman of the Orentreich Foundation, where I worked by then as a research technician. After a brief meeting about some research topics I can barely recollect now, he gave me as a gift an autographed copy of a book, The Lives of a Cell, by Dr. Lewis Thomas, his friend. I kept that book in my bag for a few weeks, not particularly anxious to read another book on cell biology. But, when I opened it finally on my way to work on the A train, the book that I thought was just another text book was so engrossing that I forgot about my subway stop, ending up in the Bronx instead of Manhattan.
The Lives of a Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher won a National Book Award in 1974. Lewis Thomas was a physician, poet, scientist, essayist and educator. He was a highly regarded scientist who became the dean of Yale Medical School, NYU School of Medicine and Memorial Sloan-Kettering Institute. Normally a book on biology would have sent a non-science reader scurrying to find something else to read or make a science person start yawning. But this one belonged to a different class altogether. It was science, but it was also a personal look at what science is all about, how the bits of technical information can be woven into a readable, understandable prose about the meaning of it all, integrated into a more global understanding of biology. It was funny at times, factual, yet so insightful. It was also a revelation to me that science need not be boring when placed in the context that can be made understandable to a non-science reader.
But, through my years of the typical challenges of life, I forgot all about Lewis Thomas. I did not realize until now that it was the way Lewis Thomas wrote that made that difference. His writing was an art form on its own. It was not the usual agony of reading a scientific paper and it also was not like reading the latest news in the NY Times either. It was something new, for me at least. New enough and compelling enough to miss my subway stop and arrive late for work. And it was worth it.
I had since lost the autographed book. I had lent it to so many other people and lost track who got it last. I suppose it was not really lost because I know somebody read it, enjoyed it, probably missed a train stop too and lent it to someone else who never returned it either. It continues to live in other people. But, I wish I had that book with me today as I write this article because I can only recall from memory his style that changed my way of writing today.
So, excuse me for turning to this entry in Wikipedia to give you a sampling of his writing style:
I have been trying to think of the earth as a kind of organism, but it is no go. I cannot think of it this way. It is too big, too complex, with too many working parts lacking visible connections. The other night, driving through a hilly, wooded part of southern New England, I wondered about this. If not like an organism, what is it like, what is it most like? Then, satisfactorily for that moment, it came to me: it is most like a single cell.
from: The Lives of a Cell, Lewis Thomas, MD
I must have subconsciously followed the same path to writing. Or, both Lewis Thomas and I had our blog writing genes turned on at the same point in our life history. For those who love to read science and those who do science for work, I suggest you go find a copy of the Lives of a Cell.
And for those who enjoyed my style of writing about the sciences, you can thank, as I do now, Dr. Norman Orentreich and Dr. Lewis Thomas for opening up that new world for me.
Poseidon Sciences
June 27, 2010, New York, NY
Reading list
Markofsky J and Matias JR (1977). Journal of Experimental Zoology, 202:49-56.
Rip Van Winkle, Hibernating Fish and Malaria Control
When I think of hibernation, my first thought is my high school English literature class on Washington Irving’s tale of a Dutch settler named Rip Van Winkle. The story’s setting is New York’s Catskills Mountains during the American Revolutionary period. In this tale, Rip Van Winkle was a fun-loving, lazy, henpecked husband who escaped his nagging wife by running to the mountains where he encountered strange men playing nine pins. After drinking their liquor, he fell asleep under a shady tree. Rip returned to his village after waking up only to find out that 20 years had passed and America was a already a new republic. Many of us would wish we can do just that when times are rough and wake up later when times are better.
Irving’s story of Rip Van Winkle was likely influenced by ancient folklores in Orkney (Scotland) where a drunken fiddler find trolls having a party, plays music with them for two hours and goes home to find that 50 years had passed. But there are even more older tales of a similar nature around the world, such as the German folktale of Peter Klaus, of Niamh and Oisin in Ireland, the ancient Jewish tale of Honi M’agel, the Chinese story of Ranka in 3rd century AD, the 8th century Japanese tale of Urashima Taro and the story of the Seven Sages by Diogenes Laertius of the 3rd century. The Seven Sleepers of Ephesus tells of Christians escaping Roman persecution by sleeping in a cave to awaken after a century to a new world wherein Christianity became the new religion of the Roman Empire.
As there are numerous variations of the hibernation theme in the literature, there are even more variations of hibernation in the natural world. Insects do it all the time; as do seeds of plants. Tiny invertebrates, like the tardigrade, remain in hibernation for over a hundred years in a dry state and ‘reawaken’ when exposed to water. As long as it is hibernating, the tardigrade can withstand extremes of pressure, temperature, desiccation and low oxygen. Artemia cysts, commonly known as brine shrimp eggs that hobbyists hatch to feed fish fry, behave like that too. They remain hibernating in a dry state and re-animate when placed in salt water, becoming the “sea monkeys” that most of us remember as a child. Other mammals do it too. Female kangaroos, bears and badgers can delay the implantation of the embryo by inducing reversible developmental arrest to postpone the period of birthing until months later when food is plentiful. Just like Rip Van Winkle, these animals escape inhospitable conditions by escaping in time.
Diapause (from the Greek dia meaning between and pauein meaning to stop), suspended animation, aestivation, hibernation and crytobiosis (hidden life) are terms that evoke images of a long, but temporary sleep. For most organisms that are unable to physically move away, it is their only means of surviving harsh environmental conditions until the next more favorable season. Even now, the science of suspended animation is advancing far beyond insects and arthropods. Non-injurious suspended animation can be induced in mice for a short time by replacing the oxygen in the air it breathes with hydrogen sulfide. The long term medical potential in human terms is delaying trauma from injury until more favorable medical interventions can be applied.
Where does fish come into this? First, let me tell you a story of my own fascination with one unusual class of tropical fish that do exactly the same. They are called annual killifish (from the Dutch word kill meaning small stream). They thrive only in seasonal pools that evaporate totally during the dry season. When the rains come the following year, or even five years later, the fish population returns again to re-populate the pond. They are not the lungfish that most of us might be familiar with. Lungfish ‘aestivate’ in mud chambers they create before the pond dries up. They continue breathing air through a hole on top of the moist chamber while at the same time reducing their metabolism. Annual fish are unique because they can completely stop at three specific diapause stages of their normal embryonic development. They escape in time by near zero metabolism and complete cessation of embryonic development. Though not as extremophile as the tardigrade, the diapause stages of the annual killifish are more resistant than non-diapause stages to extreme conditions in their environment
My first introduction to this fish was during the 1970’s in the laboratory of Jules Markofsky, who at the time was studying the annual killifish, Nothobranchius guentheri, for aging research at the Orentreich Foundation. Annual killifish live for about one year. Some species even have life spans as short as 4 months. Compare that to the guppy that can live as long as five years and the mouse or rat for about 4 years. Back then, so little is known about the biology of the killifish that we were unable to get enough embryos to hatch synchronously to do aging research. In fact, we sought help from the Long Island Killifish Association, an esoteric and dedicated group of hobbyists that maintain such rare fish in captivity. It was such a fascinating group that I, too, joined the Club.
Fish hobbyists know more about these unique and colorful killifish. And, there are dozens of such specialized clubs in US and Europe. In fact, one does not need to go to the jungle to find most of these species. Just meet with any one of the killifish hobbyists who can share some diapause eggs. Hobbyists continue to brave malarial mosquitoes and wild animals, even animals of the two-legged kind, to bring back live specimens from Africa and South America that are then bred in aquarium tanks. While environmental degradation and man-made land alterations likely have doomed scores of native populations, much of the species known today exist in the aquarium hobby.
After 25 years studying diapause in N. guentheri, combined with the work of other scientists/ hobbyists, I began to have a better idea of the environmental cues that trigger the onset and termination of diapause. The day-night cycle, temperature, humidity and maternal cues that influence the development of diapausing states in silkworm, for example, are the same in killifish—an unique example of convergent evolution.
How about malaria? Curiously, the geographic range of malarial mosquitoes and annual killifish in Africa and South America overlap. George Myers, a noted ichthyologist of his time, in the 1950’s first observed reduced incidence of mosquito bites in areas populated by killifish. Since then Richard Haas, Rudd Wildekamp, Jules Markofsky and I have proposed at various times in the last 30 years to use this fish for mosquito control. Since most countries have a few native species of annual killifish, we can even keep the environmentalists happy since we don’t need to introduce any exotic fish to do this. The local ones will do just as well. All we need is to grow and distribute a lot of them around.
The tribesmen in the sub-Sahara Africa already use annual killifish in freshwater storage containers and wells. Hobbyists already know that ‘killies’ are larvivorous. Yet, common anecdotal knowledge is not enough to push regulators and funding agencies to use this fish for mosquito control. Recently, the publication in the online journal Parasites & Vectors finally verified the anecdotal evidence by methodically demonstrating the feasibility of using killifish as mosquito control agents. In this paper, the embryos in the pre-hatching hibernating state were transported in moist peat moss and dropped in temporary ponds where they hatched, consuming all the mosquito larvae.
Although conventional larvivorous fishes have been used to rid mosquitoes in ponds as far back as the building of the Panama Canal, their use had been limited to more permanent waters. Fish predators, like Gambusia, work great on abandoned swimming pools after hurricanes, for example. But this fish has wrought havoc in many ecosystems because of their prolific and voracious nature. Transporting even native conventional live fish to remote areas is a big hassle. With only dirt roads and footpaths available to reach rain pools, mining pits and similar transient pools, transport by water trucks is just not practical.
Now we have a transportable fish in a bag. Instead of a water truck, a backpack is enough to carry a million diapausing killifish eggs! Sort of like Johnny Appleseed, another American legend, bringing bags of eggs instead of bags of apple seeds.
The idea of the ‘instant fish’ is nothing new. It’s been tried unsuccessfully a few times as a business. What’s new is taking this technology to a more useful purpose.
How can we transform this idea of “instant fish in a backpack” into something practical for malaria control in the future? Stay tuned to my next blog when I get re-animated again.
– Jonathan R. Matias
Suggested reading:
Annual fish biology
http://www.poseidonsciences.com/annualfish.html
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