Gaasyendietha sailed through space, the galaxy was her deep playground. Wings spread wide, she collected the light of a million suns that drove her. Yet she was not a creature of space itself, her folk had come into being on a planet, and to planets she needs returned betimes for refreshment. Gaasyendietha’s folk disdained tools and mechanical technology, but they had a profound knowledge of chemistry, essential in their travels among the stars in search of viable planets. Although the details differed on each world, even to the handedness of molecules rotating light to the left or the right, the raw elemental materials, hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, phosphorus, sulfur and more, were universally distributed, and life using these elements was to be found on many worlds. Gaasyendietha’s digestion was adaptable, she could metabolize whatever complex molecules evolution created in the infinite diversity of the galaxy, from these common building blocks. Indeed, she could sustain herself for long periods on the stray atoms and molecules floating through the void in the currents of space. But such currents only sustained her at a very low level. It had been a long while, and she was hungry. Following one such current, out in the galaxy’s periphery, she wove between stars and past dead worlds, until she neared a small yellow star orbited by multiple planets. Useful matter was streaming from several of them, but from one in particular, in the optimal zone not too near the star nor too far. The surface temperature was warm enough to fire the necessary reactions to create complex molecules, but not so warm as to destroy them instantly, such that life could not evolve to make use of them. She chose this third orb from the star to explore. Gaasyendietha plunged from the heavens into the deep, frigid waters of Oniatarí:io, the Shining Lake. The chill quenched her flames, dormant when she sailed between worlds, but kindled anew by the heat of her supersonic passage through the atmosphere. To the Onödowá’ga people living along the lakeshore, it was as though a meteor had plummeted into the lake, but when she rose to the surface and splashed about, she had the form of a great winged serpent. Most times her flames were doused, but on occasions of excitement she breathed fire, careful always to direct her blaze over the lake, not wishing to ignite the trees along the shore. Hence the folk called her Gaasyendietha, the Meteor or Fire Snake. For generations Gaasyendietha lived at peace with her neighbors. She preferred to hunt fish in the lake, she did not care for dry meat found on land, it was too much work to catch and then to digest. The humans were too puny to be dangerous, and wisely they refrained from attempting to attack or try to chase her away. The children adored her, splashed about the shallows with her, and they brought her gifts. Though she shunned hunting on land, she would eat the deer the Onödowá’ga hunters left for her on the beaches, more from her refined sense of courtesy than from hunger. To reciprocate, she would find the largest fish in the deepest waters, and leave them on the beach for her friends in turn. But eventually Gaasyendietha grew restless, and began exploring her new home more systematically. Through the depths and the shallows she swam, and along the coast in a circumnavigation. Far to the west, a great water flowed into Oniatarí:io, but when Gaasyendietha attempted to swim upriver, she was stymied by cataracts, too steep and fast to swim against. She could have climbed around them on land, or even flown, but for now she continued her exploration, skirting the cataracts and continuing around the shores of her lake. Finally, she came to the major outflow of the lake, and coursed along it for many days, surfing its currents, until her keen senses tasted salt, very faint but present, and somewhat unpleasant. Waters from many sources flowed into the river by side channels, some above ground, some deep beneath the surface. Finding one such deep influx, she entered, and easily swimming against the weak current, proceeded upstream for many days. The way grew narrower, until she could barely pass. The channel led up and up, until finally her head broke the surface and she breathed air. Carefully releasing a small gout of flame, she saw a high open space above, steep rocky walls, and a current of fresh air. Splashing about, she found a ledge along one wall of the chamber, large enough to accommodate her body. Fatigued from her long journey, Gaasyendietha settled on the ledge, and there for many hundreds of years, she slept. Until the day that a new scent tickled her nose. Intrigued, she slipped from the ledge into the water to find its source. “Merde!” Jean-Pierre cursed under his breath as his lunch slipped out of his hands into the grotto waters. Luckily the cardboard box was still floating within reach. He tilted his head to direct his lamp on the box, and retrieved it without needing to let out more slack on his rope. His caving partner Rick laughed softly. “Not going to lose that Thai poutine are you, you nutcase?” he joked. “How can you eat gravy and cheese on top of red curry?” “Mon ami, you have no spirit of adventure. Montréal is wasted on you,” Jean-Pierre replied. “And isn’t it cold by now, after hours down here plus a dunk in that water?” “All the more of a culinary adventure. And of course I brought my digestif, pour chauffer le ventre après.” “OK, but not too much, JP. We need to stay sharp for the climb back up.” The pair were far beyond the limit of general access for the Caverne de Saint-Léonard, the extensive underground cave system lying beneath an otherwise typical Montreal city neighborhood. One entered the cave through the unprepossessing metal door, normally sealed with a heavy padlock, set in the wall of a small pavilion in small local park Pie XII (it remains a mystery why, of the twelve Pope Pius’s, only Pie IX and XII rated significant Montreal locations). In the cave, the initial few hundred feet were easily traversed, on foot with one short climb down a ladder to the first lower level. Beyond that the way became steeper, more technical and also much wetter and more slippery, and further passage was closed to public. Eventually there was the underground river, winding by steep vertical walls to either side, navigable by boat. At some point the river dived completely into the rock, and could only be explored with diving gear. Today the pair were not prepared for that, their goal was to study the geology of those walls and look for evidence of pre-European explorers. They were trained cave explorers, their visit commissioned by the city arts council, hoping for signs of paleolithic art on the walls of the cave. None had been found in higher reaches of the cave, although the walls, floor and ceiling were rife with fossils. They were at the end of the section that could be walked or waded, and paused for lunch before boarding the small flat-bottom dinghy that they would row to the end of the accessible section. Rick had opted for a more manageable dining choice, just a sandwich de jambon et fromage, ham and cheese on a baguette, with his preferred spicy Dijon mustard, and a thermos of café au lait from his favorite coffee shop. Having eaten, the pair disconnected from the ropes running back towards the entrance, and boarded the dinghy. As they rowed away from the ledge, the walls rose majestically to either side, striations evidencing the geologic history of the island of Montréal. At times they turned off their head lamps, to experience the utter darkness that only city dwellers, starved for a respite from the ubiquitous artificial lighting day and night, could appreciate. It was in one of those moments that Jean-Pierre noticed a faint glow, so dim that even their headlamps would have overwhelmed it. When Rick turned his lamp on, Jean-Pierre motioned him to douse it again. Once their eyes had re-adjusted, they could both see the orange glow, which unexpectedly came not from overhead, through some previously undetected vent to the surface letting sunlight through, but from below, from the water. “What the…?” exclaimed Rick, echoed by Jean-Pierre’s “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” As they watched, the glow became brighter, and then they noticed bubbles rising to the water’s surface, small at first then larger. “Let’s get away from whatever that is!” Rick said, and they rowed hard back towards the landing. Now the glow was easily seen with their head lamps on. A few moments later, the water’s surface roiled violently, and then to the shock of the two men, a huge shape burst into view. Incredibly, it resembled nothing so much as a dragon, long sinuous body, long neck and tail, and of all things wings. The orange glow came from the beast’s eyes, and from its open mouth, huge teeth lining the gaping jaws. The men were sure that their final hour had come. Instinctively, Jean-Pierre threw the nearest object at hand, directly at the head of the beast. It was his cardboard to-go lunch box, still half-full of Thai poutine, as even he had been unable to stomach the entire congealed mess. His aim was good, the box flew at the great head. The jaws snapped, and the box disappeared down its gullet. There was a pause, and the beast settled to float on the water, its glow dimming. A hum came from its throat, and the men somehow perceived that it was contented. “Oh my God,” said Rick, “your freaking poutine may have just saved us!” “Mon Dieu,” replied “Jean-Pierre, “le bête a un bon gout! The beast has good taste!” “Anyway, let’s get out of here,” shouted Rick. Backing away from Gaasyendietha, they reached the narrow opening they had entered through. They turned and fled, scraping their hands and bumping their helmets on the narrow walls and low ceilings, scrambling up the various ladders. They yelled into their cell phones as they burst out the door into the cool autumn air. Gaasyendietha pondered. Clearly much had changed since her last contact with humans. For one thing, her Onödowá’ga friends had no technology for generating light artificially, only by burning carbonaceous materials. She had noticed the two men’s clothing, much more elaborate that what humans wore long ago. She did not immediately understand the purpose of the various objects the two humans carried about their persons, but ropes she knew, and she could imagine possibilities for the rest as tools for humans exploring caves deep underground. It looked to be an interesting time. More significantly, her refined sense of taste was intrigued by the food she had just eaten. An unusual combination of flavors, long and short chain carbon molecules, nitrogenous rings, esters, proteins and lipids. Individual compounds she knew well from when she first descended to this world. But not in this combination. In her earlier years here, and in all the worlds she knew, never before had she tasted this “freaking poutine”. She would like more. Following the two men, Gaasyendietha quickly came to the opening of the narrow passageway from the surface. It was far too small for her to pass. She could perhaps have broken her way through, but that was unnecessary. Turning, she dove into the water and swam back to the great river it emptied into, this time along with the current so that her passage was swift. Once back in the great river, she rose to the surface and took flight. By now it was nightfall, and looking down she saw thousands of lights, obviously artificial since they gleamed continuously, not flickering as with firelight. There were more humans, many more, than before she had slept. A loud noise disturbed her, and looking about she saw, not far off, a metallic vehicle flying along with her, reflecting the moonlight. Human technology had indeed become more advanced. She flew alongside, and saw a human in the vehicle, through some transparent bulging window on the upper surface, lit from the interior. She smiled at him, but did not flame, knowing how humans feared her when she did. Instead, she indulged in some acrobatics, spins, loops, steep climbs and dives. The human seemed to get the message, and followed her through her stunts. Whoever they were, they had excellent control of the machine. Eventually Gaasyendietha tired, and began to descend. The flying machine waggled its wings, and turned away. She saw the human inside make gestures with their hands, although she had no idea what they meant. But perhaps they were indicating a direction. In any case, the vehicle flew away from her and she followed. In a short while, it descended further, towards the banks of the great river. Was it going to land? Apparently not, perhaps it lacked the flexibility to do so in an area crowded with trees and human-made structures, or on water. With a final wing waggle, the vehicle rose again and disappeared into the dark sky. Not following, Gaasyendietha looked about and down. There on the river’s shore, she saw an accumulation of lights. A scent came to her nose, one that she now recognized. Flying lower, she saw a large group of humans surrounding a huge pot. The scent was coming from the pot. Yes, it was “freaking poutine”! Carefully she alit, staying clear of the humans. They backed away from the pot. She approached it. The contents were boiling hot, her eyes sensitive far into the infrared and ultraviolet wavelengths, saw the heat even as her skin felt it. She knew from the past that such heat was dangerous to humans, but to her, star-traveler and fire-breather, it was comforting. She settled beside the pot and stuck her tongue in, and lapped up the contents. Meat, probably from some bird. Noodles of some sort. Cheese curds, a brownish sauce. Mixed in were other flavors she could not name but knew from the cave explorer's box (red curry, Thai basil, lemongrass). It was all delicious! Having emptied the pot, turning away from the humans to clearly indicate her care for them, she happily shot a great flame out over the river. Then dousing herself, she curled up next to the pot. Humans approached cautiously. She watched them with one eye open a slit. A bold child gently touched her nose. She hummed soothingly, and soon more of them petted her. Happily she shared her warmth. In the following years, Gaasyendietha become a mascot and hero to the city. It had not been easy in the first frenzied hours, for the two cave explorers to convince the authorities to exhibit patience, not to make any immediately threatening acts. Their suggestion of how to offer peace to the beast seemed absurd, but somehow they convinced the city managers. That forbearance was rewarded. The city of Tiohtià:ke thrived, tourism from around the world soared. Their new friend was duly christened Poutine-feu, Pouf for short. 1 Gaasyendietha (Meteor serpent): https://www.pucaprinthouse.com/post/mythical-beasts-of-canada , https://greatlakes.guide/ideas/meet-gaasyendietha-the-meteor-dragon-in-lake-ontario 2 Oniatarí:io (Lake Ontario) https://greatlakes.guide/ideas/the-great-lakes-through-traditional-languages, https://nmgl.org/lake-ontario/ 3 Onödowá’ga (Seneca): https://sni.org/culture/history/ 4 Tiohtià:ke (Montreal): https://www.mcgill.ca/indigenous/land-and-peoples/learn-about-land-and-peoples-tiohtiakemontreal

Just some rambling, to get started writing more regularly (hopefully). We seem to be in a new world of problematic access to all our online apps and accounts. Everything requires two (or more) forms of confirmation, typically your password, and then often a random number generated and sent to your cell phone. The most bizarre in my case is when I access my gmail, or any other Google app, the followup confirmation goes to my phone's Youtube app. When anything goes wrong, or if you don't have your phone handy (or in the case of one work colleague, one doesn't have a smart phone), it can be very difficult, especially since none of these big companies has anything like direct customer service any more, just tons of often unhelpful suggestions on their help websites. One can do google searches for help from others, but the hits you get are usually out of order, and may relate to previous versions of the various software systems one is using. Of course, this is all necessary due to the high rate of hacking and identity theft we currently face. I say necessary, but of course the alternative would be to start doing things (like banking) in person again, at an actual place in the real world. Supposedly that is less efficient and more expensive, but we may be reaching the point where it becomes more efficient again, and possibly even less expensive if the big companies end up having to make regular payouts to customers who were hacked. We're not there yet, but it could happen. I'm no expert on network theory, but from my reading on this and complexity in general, it seems that there are multiple objectives in designing systems, which are sometimes in conflict with each other. For connection and information sharing purposes, networks need to be efficient. The best way to do that is via a "hub" structure, such as that used by Fedex, and even commercial airlines these days. Instead of having routes from everywhere to everywhere, which requires a lot of routes and therefore costly infrastructure, everything (and everyone) goes from the periphery to a hub, and then out again to a different site in the periphery. Such a structure is also robust to random failures or attacks, since a failure of any particular route only affects the peripheral site involved, but not really the hub. However, hub structures are way more vulnerable to targeted failures, or even random failures that occur at the hubs. When a hub is compromised, or even just fails randomly due to equipment problems, many more sites are involved, and potentially the entire network. We saw a recent example of that, where a non-malicious event, just implementation of a buggy software update, caused worldwide outages involving Microsoft, that took days to resolve and who knows at what cost. Even at a personal level the conflict between efficiency and security is evident. The easiest way to keep our (mental) lives simple would be to use the same password for all our accounts. Of course no sane knowledgeable person would do that these days. The next best thing is to have a super secure password manager, which itself tracks all our passwords, but we only need to remember how to access the one manager (I guess that is the same as a 'keychain', although I'm not sure). Myself, I don't use such a system, I'm not sure if such a manager could be safe enough. Maybe I could use it for all non-financial, i.e. social media and work-related, access, I'll consider it. But even so, at least in my case and probably yours, various sites I use require me to change my password on some schedule, whether annually, or less, or more frequently, and these are never in sync with each other. Every time I do a password update, I would have to update the manager. It's not clear if that would end up being easier. Of course, our personal computer web browsers will offer to save our passwords for us, and I do use that functionality. However I find that this is fairly buggy, so that when I change a password, and the browser invites me to update in its memory and I do, the next time I find that it did not in fact update. Also, the browser I use (Brave) recently managed to forget all my passwords, on both my desktop and laptop computers, and when I tried to manually re-add the passwords to the software manager one by one, they kept getting deleted every time I closed the software. But since then, it seems to be slowly re-remembering most of them. Very odd behavior indeed, and no obvious way to figure out what is going on. Wishing you safe travels in cyberspace!

Haven't checked here for a while. For some reason a bunch of old posts are now marked as only drafts. I just re-published them, but they show up with today's date so are way out of order. Just in case anything in them seems anachronistic, that's why!

Back to the classics

I have started studying the viola. It's ambitious, starting an instrument at a relatively advanced age. I have been playing other strings for years now, but nothing with a bow and nothing facing up - always facing out. So the strain on my left arm is significant. I'm trying to go slow and be patient, hopefully I'll increase the mobility over time. But I can pick out a simple tune in D major, which is a start. Bowing feels very natural. Also the viola uses the unusual alto clef, not that I read sheet music well anyway. But why not? I love the sound, it's my instrument for sure. Kind of rough and woolly, and in between. Violin is too high, cello is too awkward. It must be the greek thing - moderation in all things including pitch!

Northern migrations

I have to travel from Montreal to Ottawa for a short business trip. Without thinking much about it, I purchased an Air Canada round-trip ticket. Then a colleague reminded me that it's only a two hour drive, much shorter door-to-door than actually flying. I'm used to the idea that Canada is big! So big that no one could possibly drive from one major city to another in less than half a day. OK, I'm still learning about my adoptive country.

Speaking of Canada, it's time for us to initiate new crop programs, to create a more diverse agriculture. The huge (and successful?) canadian canola crop started as an experiment to provide alternative sources of oil during WWII. My personal favorites for development today are amaranth, a high protein grain, and kenaf, an attractive alternative to wood for paper production. Although I spend my professional life studying human biology for improving medicine, it's an unavoidable truth that we humans have multiplied exponentially and that there are now a lot of us. Keeping us all healthier longer won't be much use if we can't feed ourselves or maintain our supply of clean air and water. I drive a hybrid car, it's not a perfect solution by far, but the more of us that do, the stronger the message that people want a healthy environment for themselves and their children.

Oh, by the way, I cancelled my air flight to Ottawa for an AC credit, and am hitting the road.

personality type

I'm an ENFJ. That's a particular kind of personality type based on the Myers-Briggs classification scheme (check out Wikipedia for more on the scheme). First question, how reliable is the classification itself. The test involves lots of questions and redundancy, and seeing the outcome I'm reasonably comfortable with this typing.

E means extraverted. I do think a lot about other people though, how they might react to me, what they may be thinking about. If someone describes having a problem I tend to jump in with ideas or suggestions - which can be helpful but obviously not always. I sometimes jump in pre-emptively, to say that I know someone else who knows something or can help with whatever the person I'm talking with is talking about. Networking comes automatically to me.

N is for intuitive. This is a very particular sense of the word according to MB. It refers to the kind of information that is gathered and relied on, whether it's more sensory or more abstract and related to other similar information. I have a strong tendency to make connections between ideas, so that they validate each other. As a scientist (or even as a person) there always has to be validation by real observation, so it's not a matter of ignoring sensory input. But pure observation is overwhelming, I use patterns and schemes to organize it, and these come from internal reflection (as in intuition) but also as I said by cross-checking with other information. Ideally the different kinds of information are orthogonal, that is, based on really independent sources, so less likely to be purely coincidental.

F meens feeling, versus thinking (T). This too has to be understood within the language of the scheme, these aren't the common uses of the words. These have to do with paradigms of decision making. F tends to make decisions from within a situation, rather than from the outside. I'm not too clear about this one, for me to be an F seems a little bit contrary to also being an N. But for the afficianados of MB, there it is.

Finally, J means judging rather than perceiving. This seems to have to do with how one is perceived by others, as logical or more emotional and empathetic. My being a J here makes sense - although I think of myself as quite logical, I'm probably not really perceived that way by others (but feel free to comment!).

In any case, ENFJ types come with fairly specific description in the system. They are sensitive to others, they react to the general tone of a situation, and they are often organizers. In the Keirsey system, which is related to the MB system but focuses more on the practical implications, ENFJs are described as idealists, with a strong bent to being teachers. For sure I have a strong pedagogic streak, I love explaining things. That can be quite tedious if overdone or in the wrong social context. But when I give lectures I spend lots of time on the materials, and try to think about the information that I'm conveying as I want it to be perceived by my listeners.

It gets more interesting when you see how you match up with your partner. There are 16 MB types, so 256 different pairings of course. I don't think MB has something to say about each of these, but it's fun to make the comparisons ourselves.

That's all I have to say about that!

account management

How many accounts do you have? In my case, let's see, just at home I have my main email address, my previous email adddress which is still working even though we changed providers and don't have that service any more, my facebook account, my linkedin account, and my blog. These are just the personal ones, that doesn't include all the various banks and other financial and "home management" ones. At work - don't get me started. And if you're like me, many of them require regular changes of password for "security", but not on the same schedule of course. No one could remember all those changing passwords, so of course we all use shortcuts, common formulas, or even (heaven forbid) postit notes on our desks. My laptop tries valiantly to keep up, but it seems to be rather poor at it, since it tends to auto-fill in the wrong password for many sites I log on to, so I have to repeat it manually anyway. And then of course once you clean up your internet activities by deleting your temporary files, page history, and cookies, it's all gone the next time you fire up the browser. It's not that I prefer a world without computers, it's just that they do eat a fair amount of time for things that were supposedly easy, and also create new frustrations that require new coping mechanisms (besides throwing the mouse against the wall, that is).

I was going to write a nice blog about summer and the flowers in my garden, but it took 15 minutes to remember how to log onto this account since it appears to be irrevocably attached to my previous, not my current email address. This is not obvious because my current email address is there in my profile, but that's not the same as the one the account is formally linked to - and there seems no mechanism to update that, I think I would have to stop this blog and start another one. Arggh. Well, the flowers are very nice but more details will have to wait...