Everything wrong with the paper “Human grief: Is its intensity related to the reproductive value of the deceased?”

Have you ever read a science paper that’s so statistically invalid, logically flawed and offensively awful that it accidentally becomes So Bad It’s Good? Here’s a review of a paper from the depths of 1980’s Evolutionary Psychology. There will be a lot of insensitive discussion of dead children, plus most forms of bigotry. It will not feature necrophilia, in case the title is misleading for anyone. If you think I’m exaggerating its faults, you can read it yourself here: https://sci-hub.tw/10.1016/0162-3095(89)90006-x

I was directed towards this paper by a blog post titled “An Especially Elegant Evpsych Experiment”. The writer of the blog concedes he did not read the paper, which is the only possible explanation for its title. The paper itself is titled “Human grief: Is its intensity related to the reproductive value of the deceased?” The basic premise of the paper is parents are more sad about losing children if those children were likely to have children of their own in the future if they were hunter-gatherers. They will establish this by questioning people who have never been either hunter-gatherers or bereft of children (as far as we know) and then over-analysing the results. I could criticise this experimental design for not asking real bereaved parents, but given how insensitive the authors are, that’s probably for the best. I don’t merely mean their language is clinical: they go out of their way to reference touchy topics while glossing over important technical details. The introduction summarises results from other work with phrases like “healthy male [child] > healthy female = unhealthy female = unhealthy male for intensity of grief [by parents]”. The use of these mathematical symbols when assigning value to deaths is so callous and uncaring: obviously they should have used the ‘approximately equals’ signs. Incidentally, this is result is not consistent with the paper’s thesis. You’re supposed to think that, since males have a wider range of number of children, their health matters more to parents. However, given the whole one-sperm-one-egg thing, the average number of children born to males and females should be very similar*. If your metric values healthy males more than healthy females, unhealthy males have to be valued less than unhealthy females to make up for it. Otherwise you’re just spouting Darwin-flavoured sexism.

The introduction also says that a proposed correlation between grief of loss and child age in a previous paper was wrong. So these authors are trying with reproductive fitness instead. Which, at least in this paper, is just a function of age and sex (while they flirt with ableism, they don’t really want to commit to it. Even though infertility would have been a stronger and faster test of the main thesis). So they could have avoided all this work if they just got the numbers from a previous paper and applied one function to the results before doing the same stats.

They then introduce the concept of ‘reproductive value’ (RV): “Fisher’s (1930) concept of reproductive value provides a measure of those factors related to the age of both the offspring and the parent. It is the relative number of offspring still to be born to an individual of age X.” There are technical respects in which this definition is wrong (RV is normally corrected for population growth), but let’s focus on why it’s a terrible metric to use in our case. It explicitly ignores the importance of nurturing existing children and only focuses on unborn children. Once you’ve had a child, your RV actually reduces because you’re going to invest in bringing up that child, whereas your expected number of grandchildren/later descendants increases. While there are other, better ways to define RVs that value parental nurture, this study isn’t using them. Which, for a study about the grief of parents losing children, is a pretty big problem.

They end the introduction by including a graph showing RVs (as defined here) for various human populations, and how it changes over time in Japan and between black and white South Africans. It’s reproduced from another study, and wouldn’t be relevant here if they’d properly explained what RV was. They specifically instruct us to “Note the differences between the curves for black and white South Africans and for Japan for 1964 and 1966. These figures suggest that reproductive value is a measure that may capture at least some of the cues that may regulate the intensity of parental grief over the death of offspring.” However this figure (there is only one) doesn’t capture anything about parental grief, and I have no idea why they think it does. It literally just shows a measure of population dynamics. Race doesn’t otherwise appear in this study at all – it seems to be included here to get another tick on the edgelord checklist (I notice that the lead author has literally won a ‘Prize in Support of Controversy’). The whole hypothesis of this paper specifically relies on humans not evolving since whenever we were all hunter-gatherers, so we wouldn’t expect to see any differences in grief between societies or races, irrespective of these curves. Quite why Japan changed so much in 2 years is also beyond me – perhaps some sort of baby boom/war effect, but it’s utterly unexplored, and quite possibly it just shows the huge error in measurements. As well as being useless, the graph is physically painful to read, as it relies on slightly different dashing patterns that don’t scan very well, between very similar trend lines.

They round it off by claiming that because females have higher minimal investment (i.e. giving birth is hard), “female parents can be expected to be more sensitive to the reproductive value of their offspring than male parents.” This isn’t true if both parents have to care for the child equally; the mother has already made this minimal investment by the time the child is born, so it’s a sunk cost fallacy. Also, given that you’re reading a study about parental grief, and they break everything down by gender, you might assume that they’re going to statistically test this hypothesis later. You’d be wrong. They don’t really do statistical tests here, they just calculate correlations and then comment on whether they think this number is high or not. It seems they missed the ‘correlation does not imply causation’ part of statistics. I do genuinely congratulate them for including this hypothesis at all though, since they later admit that their weird analysis of the data doesn’t support it. Many studies would have just found some reason for thinking that they expect different patterns.

If you want to see loads of spurious correlations that haven’t been explained using EvPsych, go to https://tylervigen.com/spurious-correlations. This one gets to 96%!

So finally, the actual data collection. They ask lots of test subjects, if two Canadian children of different ages (1 day – 50 years) but the same gender are killed in a car crash, which ones are the parents more concerned about? “Both the same” is not an option, and there’s no relative weighting, just a rank. They have 436 test subjects, which sounds a lot. However the paper splits up the test subjects by their gender (2 options) and their age band (3 options), and each will only be asked about children of one gender (2 options). Some of these categories have 15 in, some have 50. They do not care if the subjects actually have children, which you’d think would matter a lot. They need pairwise comparisons of car crashes with many combinations of 10 ages of children. They also mention in passing that, bizarrely, many test subjects found the questions disturbing, so didn’t complete the survey! I also think it’s uncommon to have families where one child is 50 and one 1 day old, and wonder if the subjects are accounting for the implied age of the parents (the introduction suggests that this matters but it never comes up again). They repeatedly state that requiring so much data means we can’t do statistical tests, because there’s too many samples needed to construct one line. What they mean to say is that in spite of having so many test subjects, their way of generating the normalised grief curves is so inefficient that the statistical tests have nothing to run on. This is the sort of thing you should maybe check when designing your experiment. If they’d asked all these people the same handful of questions, they could do normal tests.

They then calculate an implied ‘relative grief’ statistic in each case, and calculate the correlation between this and age (low), this and RV (medium) and this and the RV of female !Kung bushpeople (very high). If you’re wondering where that last one came from, so am I. It’s implicitly because !Kung are supposed to be culturally like ancestral hunter-gatherers, although no evidence is presented for this. You can tell that’s not true from reading their name: they’ve clearly made linguistic inventions most humans haven’t (the ‘!’  stands for one of many click sounds). Even if !Kung technological culture was identical to early human culture, and cultures and death rates didn’t depend on local geography, they would still experience spill-over effects from diseases, mosquito populations and land-use changes in the areas around them. RVs (properly defined) are supposed to depend on general population growth and are very sensitive to changes in infant mortality. If you’re on the lookout for more cognitive biases, you’ll be pleased to note that the study would explicitly prefer to use both female and male RVs, but couldn’t find it for males, so will assume it’s the same. Availability bias FTW! I wouldn’t normally care, but they spent half the paper banging on about how different the sexes are. They later find that the correlations are slightly higher between female !Kung RVs and the grief response for male Canadian children than for female Canadians, which should be a bit awkward for their theory, but is unremarked on. They do not consider other simple correlations, like mortality rate, which should look fairly similar to the !Kung RVs.

I indicated that the correlations are calculated for loads of groups, but there seems to be little systematic impact of the gender or the age of the assessor. Not to worry, they also calculate mean values. I have no idea how. Most of the values I can reproduce by averaging those numbers. Linearly averaging them. Like, using the 3 reported numbers without weighting for how many test subjects are in each category. This is basically looking for Simpson’s paradoxes. However the !Kung correlations that are so impressively high don’t follow this pattern, and the mean values can and do exceed the constituent values. This implies some sort of pooling action before calculating the values, which is the correct thing to do but is not described. The numbers they get look OK from the graph they show, but I’m not sure how they combine their results to get that graph.

They start the discussion by congratulating themselves for correctly predicting that there’s some correlation between some metric of RV and grief. Quote: “Thus, the validity of this study depends on the assumption that the subjects empathized with the situations described in the questionnaire. The variation in the correlations between grief and reproductive value for the different conditions suggests that it holds for this study.” I.e., we see different numbers and we got an answer we liked, so the premises are valid. They then acknowledge they were wrong about the male/female subject divide, and fumble around with the idea that there might be some weird patterns whereby estimates correlate better for male children than female children, but this is clearly post-hoc reasoned. They then consider random alternative hypotheses to the grief = RV, but not the most obvious hypothesis, that grief correlates with probability of dying, i.e. unexpectedness, which ancestrally obeys a similar curve (high mortality near birth and after 40), and would be the null hypothesis if I ran the experiment.

OK, so we know that correlation doesn’t imply causation, but should we at least be impressed by the high correlation they somehow calculate? No. Here’s another major stats fail. It’s a time series. Time series usually correlate with themselves. You can’t do normal correlation analysis on timeseries unless the values change so rapidly that the value at one time is totally unrelated to the value at neighbouring times. If the values change slowly, you can make a guess that data at a later point is about what it was before plus how fast it was changing. So if you compare two timeseries and the first two points line up, they’ll probably be similar at the next point too. This is why all the spurious correlations you can find at https://tylervigen.com/spurious-correlations are timeseries – the graphs nominally have 10 points, but the points aren’t truly independent. I’m not saying the high correlation values in the study are pure chance – the RV and grief timeseries both have a rising, a level and a falling bit – but this is nowhere near as impressive as if the high correlations came from a genuine scatter plot of independent points. There are ways around this problem – detrending the data, i.e looking only at derivatives that don’t correlate to themselves. This paper does not do them. Hence, even ignoring alternative explanations, its headline result is worthless.

In conclusion, evolutionary psychologists have a bad name for simplistic handling of complex and emotionally charged topics, ignoring the role of society in determining behaviour and drawing grandiose conclusions from an imaginary human history. This paper justifies all of these stereotypes and adds to the mix “can’t do stats”.

* Similar but not identical, since there can be (and usually are) slightly different numbers of males and females in the population at any given age. In general more male children are conceived, but more females make it to puberty. This paper is in no way ready for the subtlety of this consideration, or of the biological ambiguity inherent in the idea of binary sex. Let’s get them up to GCSE science first.

Air Pollution under lockdown

Our paper about lockdown emissions is out now, you can read it here:

https://www.nature.com/articles/s41558-020-0883-0

or read about it here:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-53681096

Although lockdown won’t have much by way of short or long-term impact on temperature, it does impact air quality in the short term, providing health benefits (not as substantial as the health problems that lead to the lockdown though…). Here’s an animation of SO2 (unlike the NOx plot above, this is not significantly affected by airplane emissions). These plots use the methods in the paper but apply the sectoral changes to more detailed, gridded data.

Why are lightsabers large and round?

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There are many problems with the physics of lightsabers [1]. Here I’ll investigate an under-explored one: “why are they round?” If you want to cut something, you want a sharp edge so you apply higher pressure to a smaller area. This is why we cut things with knives, not rolling pins.

“But,” cry Star Wars fans, “it’s not cutting with pressure. It vaporises whatever it comes into contact with.” This makes the problem one of energy rather than force. In order to get the human body to decompose, you need to apply a very high heat for a long time – crematoria use temperatures of about 800-1000°C and have to keep it up for several hours. This is enough to burn the flesh, but bones can still retain some integrity and have to be mechanically crushed [2]. To cut through a bone, you’d need to apply enough heat to completely char it and probably then melt it.

The melting point of pure bone is surprisingly well-known, as bone ash is used in bone china. It’s 1670°C. That’s not to say the blade only needs to be that hot – it needs to heat up an object it’s touching for a fraction of a second to at least that temperature. It is, however, a good lower limit. The steady-state heat diffusion equation is ∇2T = 0, with boundary conditions of T = T0 a large distance away and T = T1 on the cylinder, length ~ 1m. Bunging this in a differential equation solver, we find the temperature half a meter away from the center is about 5% of (T1T0). For T1 in the thousands, this will be a few hundred degrees, so the jedi will bake themselves pretty quickly. They’re also going to all need mechanical hands.

Let’s say that air somehow doesn’t interact with the lightsaber (they’re also canonically usable underwater, so maybe transparent things are immune?). They’re still called lightsabers for a reason, and radiation from such a large, hot object is also problematic. It’s difficult to be sure of the precise luminance, because we don’t know what exactly causes the light. For most non-lasery objects in our universe, the light energy they emit can be approximated by what’s known as ‘black-body radiation’. This means that temperature is the only thing that affects the colour. Using this relationship, the users of blue-bladed lightsabers (6000°C+) would be very dead, whereas red lightsabers are a relatively practical 1000-2000°C. Alternatively, the colours may be from some specific particle interactions, in which case it’s harder to calculate. Looking at the black body radiation of objects around our lower limit of 1670°C, we’re still looking at tens of thousands of watts incident on the wielder’s body, and I certainly wouldn’t recommend holding it near your face. That’s about 10 times the brightness of sunlight. Not necessarily fatal, but you’d at least want sunglasses.

There’s one final problem with the actual cut, and this brings us back again to the sharpness of the blade. A thick blade has to vaporise a larger quantity of material, and needs a lot of energy to do this. Cutting through an arm with a blade a couple of centimeters wide – something that happens a lot in the series – needs you to vaporise a volume of about 10-5 m3 of both bone and other stuff, which we’ll say is all water [4]. The total energy needed to do all this, according to some gross calculations, is around 140000 J. This is equivalent to about 30 g of TNT exploding, resulting in an overpressure of 10-100s of psi for a few tenths of a millisecond. This is probably not enough to prove fatal in an open environment, but could easily cause lung damage, and would usually result in ear drum rupture [5]. The possibility that half the people in star wars are deaf would go some way towards explaining the terrible dialogue, and why everyone pretends they can understand Chewbacca, but is probably not intended. Cutting through larger amounts of a body, e.g. cutting a person in half, would quite likely be fatal (to both parties).

How can we solve these problems? Make the blades smaller and thinner, and also put a guard on them. Or give up on making the space-wizards physically plausible and focus on the real question the series raises: how does a long-ago, lightspeed-surpassing multi-species civilisation collapse to leave us in the world we see today?

 

[1] See, for example, https://arxiv.org/pdf/1906.02575.pdf

[2] There’s a paper about the degradation of the body during cremation at http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0379073898000760 ,

doi:10.1016/S0379-0738(98)00076-0 , featuring some of the most heavy-metal pictures of burning bones in any science paper ever.

[3] Unfortunately you can’t treat this as a 2D problem because an infinitely long source with 3D radiation give a divergent series unless the external temperature is pinned to a finite limit closer than infinity. Standard solutions of the Laplace equation are at the end of http://planetmath.org/laplaceequationincylindricalcoordinates

[4] There’s a bizarrely good list of studies on the heat capacity of human body parts at http://www.itis.ethz.ch/itis-for-health/tissue-properties/database/heat-capacity/ , however really this is unlikely to remain constant over the whole range. I have taken into account the enthalpy of vaporisation for water but not for bone, which does not seem to be readily available.

[5] Details of the damage done by different peak overpressures (approximate) https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK202251/

Madrid: Poetry festival and COP25

Last week in Madrid was full of the most action-packed, exciting and exhausting things I expect to do for a long time, so I guess I’ll write a blog about it. It included the Madrid Poetry Festival, followed by the climate change conference COP25.

Friday 29th November:

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Traditional Spanish poetry

I meet the other international poets. Most of these people are friends from the world cup earlier in the year: Beau is representing Ireland again, Martje the Netherlands and Christoforos Greece, although Alejandra of Spain is an organiser rather than a competitor (she has two replacements because of a draw in the national slam). It’s good to see each other again. There’s also new people (the Spaniards, Claudia and Carmen, Francesca from Italy and Jim representing the USA). The festival starts with a crazy mix of semi-improvised Spanish poetry, rap/rock music and beatboxing. We then go out for pizza together. Finally we arrive an hour late to a two-man poetry show in a small theatre, scheduled to run for an hour and a quarter. I don’t know how much we miss, but such is their mastery of poetry time it continues for another hour and a half. It’s all in Spanish, although there is a lot of body language, cheap beer and linguistically universal nudity.

 

Saturday:

The day of the international slam starts late, with a traditional Spanish breakfast in the early afternoon (body clocks all being somewhat squidgy from travelling, and poetry time being squidgier still).

The structure of the slam is rather interesting. The first round is fairly normal – 5 scoreboards are handed to whoever catches balls thrown at the audience, scores are the sum of the middle 3 scores. The first unusual feature is that all scores are whole numbers, hence they often reintroduce the extreme scores to act as tiebreakers. Three of the eight then qualify for the final round, which is bullfight-themed. The audience make noise and wave yellow hankies to signify their approval of each poet after all have performed, with the loudness/number of hankies of the response determining the winner (going overtime means instant disqualification). All poets who perform are awarded plastic ears, having won the ears of the audience. Fortunately for me, my academic supervisor was present and has an extraordinarily loud whistle. This meant I was judged the overall winner, so I won a second ear, along with a book and a poster signed by the other competitors. I alone then get to read out my third poem – I’m glad to win, but I also feel very sorry for the translators, who have had to translate all the other potential-victory poems, which will never get seen.

We all go out to a small theatre again, where there’s food and drink, and a collection of Spanish poet-musicians. The rest of the evening consists of a talent show of international poetry, pop songs played on an acoustic guitar and regional Spanish dancing. Effectively, it’s an open mic, but because of the mix of skills and each performer being nominated by the previous performer/general acclaim, it feels much more fun and organic. I’m sure it helps that the performers are much better than at most open mics. Some of the non-English poetry is given a gloss beforehand, but in one case Alejandra’s poem received a wonderful spontaneous and theatrical live translation.

 

Sunday:

Mostly a day of rest, museums and goodbyes as most of the other poets leave today or early the next day. I go to IFEMA to pick up my security badge for COP25. The Metro service is comfortable and frequent but the signposting is a little odd and the displays onboard it are run on Windows XP. You can tell from the logo it displays every time it reboots.

Security is taken VERY SERIOUSLY at COP – you need to be metal-detected and have your bag x-rayed to get in. Upon getting in, I pick up my badge, then am instructed that there’s nothing for me to see today.

 

Monday:

The start of COP25 proper. I pop into a random room, which appears to be a meeting of indigenous peoples. There’s a lot of powerful things said, I’m not sure who the intended audience is. A large proportion of the room is in native dress and they take a picture at the end of the meeting, which I decide I’m not supposed to be in.

I find other people from Imperial and we go to the official opening ceremony. There’s an interesting reference to Eunice Foote from the Spanish Prime Minister, the woman who originally suggested the carbon dioxide heats the earth. She’s generally left out of the histories, because no one listened to her. In general the gender balance of panels at COP is pretty good, but this will be the first of two events where the importance of diversity is stressed by a group that includes only one woman. We are then off to a talk about Article 6, the prospect of setting up international carbon markets, which is framed as the only practical outcome to expect from COP25.

I attempt to find food and am physically sickened by the 7 euro price tag on a small sandwich. Somehow they have already run out of their only non-meat sandwich and are charging 8 euros for literally just some couscous. I don’t think catering got the message about plant-based diets.

In the afternoon we float between different rooms. We discover we are not allowed in to see the American delegation press conference. In one of the rooms there is a range of pavilions – I note that the American pavilion is nondescript, closed off from the general public and basically ashamed of itself. Many other countries, including the UK, have large, open expanses and put on a stream of talks. Some countries really play up their stereotypes in these pavilions – Indonesia has elaborate bamboo-work, the Italian pavilion has coffee, Japan has an environmentalist anime playing on its wall-mounted TV, and the Indian pavilion is covered in quotes by Gandhi. The UK pavilion has talks and TV screens, along with heavy use of red, white and blue everywhere except on our flags (depicted in white-on-white). It’s a good thing no other countries use this colour combination. The signs all read ‘Green is great’.

At the end of the day it’s the CONSTRAIN presentation at the EU pavilion (hard to find the entrance to but nice inside). The two take-home messages from this are that everything is going worse than predicted, and that the recent turmoil in Chile that resulted in the COP being moved to Spain had a lot to do with a freak drought that can be directly attributed to global warming. On the plus side, the worse predictions of how sensitive the climate is and how terrible the weather is already don’t necessarily affect the net zero year. The other major theme of this discussion (and elsewhere) is that politicians want predictions of where exactly will be harmed by climate change both to know how to adapt and to access the money that is theoretically available for adaptation, but in practice requires lots of paperwork. This is unfortunate because it’s a hard problem, and because local simulations tend to focus on the country that pays for them, i.e. not the countries that need money.

 

Tueday:

I begin by investigating the UN meeting rooms. They turn out to spend about a quarter of their time thanking each other and half the remainder saying that there isn’t enough time to get everything done. They occasionally mention delegating tasks to subcommittees, which is presumably where everything actually happens, and where observers like me are not allowed.

I’m acutely aware of the opportunity cost of wasting time – there’s so much to see, but so hard to judge what will be interesting – so give up and visit the green area. This has a lower security clearance level, and a lot of it is in Spanish and aimed at schools. It has a stall that mentions a prototype hydrogen-powered ship and a self-sustaining house that stores heat in its swimming pool. A very excited man with little English is selling (vegan) Impossible Burgers here for only 10 euros, which after seeing a side portion of edamame beans for 8 euros yesterday, feels like an economic miracle. I make the mistake of going through the pollution pods on my way out – plastic domes (think mini-Eden projects) filled with air designed to mimic the types of pollution in major cities. I start coughing as soon as I leave the safety of Trondheim. As someone who regularly shoves filters up my nose on the underground, I know that London has terrible air quality, but this is must be exaggerated. I feel nauseous for several hours afterwards.

I go back to more academic talks. For once, this means more practically useful. There’s a good talk on what happens if we miss the various targets. That isn’t really news (it’s bad), but it had a discussion about the difficulty of understanding who will be most severely affected within a country – traditionally, the expectation is that richer people have more flexibility to adapt, but here they also discuss how many years of savings are required to invest in career change. It also makes the point that nominally richer areas may have higher costs of living, hence be hit just as hard . My EA-efficiency inner voice points out that they’re also more expensive to help, and if there’s anything we’ve learned so far it’s that there isn’t enough money in the system.

I meet up with an old Cambridge friend, who is apparently setting up self-sustaining homes powered by old batteries now. We and an Imperial friend go to one talk that still hasn’t actually started a quarter of an hour in, so we change rooms to the one lots of people are standing outside of. My bag is checked and I’m asked if I’m carrying fruit, which I’m not. It’s given out for free in the morning but I’ve eaten it by now. It’s only when I’m inside that I realise this means someone Really Important is coming. If you want to throw fruit at members of the UN, there have been plenty of opportunities already. The talk is about health and climate change, from a selection of high-ranking UN and Spanish politicians, but it’s interrupted. It’s partway through a talk that the Queen of Spain makes an appearance. Dozens of cameras spark into life, take a shot of her entering, then the press all leave. Apparently her interest in the event does not spread to her photographers.

There’s also a video communication from Arnold Schwarzenegger, which a lot of the remaining people film. There’s a lot of discussion of the co-benefits of removing pollution – the enormous amounts of money that can be saved from healthcare and days off work. Schwarzenegger even claims this motivated the recent legal push towards net 0 from California. I understand that emphasising the benefits of climate action is great and clearly a popular approach (it’s great from a selfish perspective), but this rhetoric focuses on local forms of pollution that only motivates the conversion from coal (locally fatal, globally catastrophic) to gas (locally unfortunate, globally ‘cooks us slower’). The host, WHO director Dr Neira, says there should be a corresponding calculation of healthcare savings to go with the national emissions targets.

 

Wednesday

My last day here. Two groups are giving away milk chocolate, both at the entrance and at the WWF pavilion. This is actually better for the environment than dark chocolate because cocoa is unfortunately worse for the environment than milk, but I’m surprised that vegans haven’t vetoed it. I start at a talk on an index described as the ‘Global Climate Risk Index’, although in practice it seems to be the ‘Global Climate Already Happened Index’, since it exclusively uses data from previous climate-linked disasters. It lists Japan, the Philippines and Germany as worst-affected in 2018. I’m assured that results were not influenced by fact that it’s constructed by a German organisation, called Germanwatch. I feel like the nations who will soon be underwater would have something to say about not making the top 10, but probably their whole GDP is less than the damage a few heatwaves can do to Germany. Then there’s an update on the carbon budgets, which received a pretty detailed writeup on the BBC website – we emitted less than expected last year, in part due to a slowdown by India and China. Coal use is also really tanking, possibly the message about it killing everyone who works near it is finally putting people off? No, apparently the (climate-linked) excess flooding in India flooded the coalmines. At least the irony worked out in the Earth’s favour for once.

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How to make wind power cheaper – “Innovation”.

I go to a talk at the UK pavilion. It’s about the role of the sea in climate change. I haven’t been following progress on offshore wind, but it’s been going pretty well. The trick is that every year we just make the windmills bigger, which produces more power (and more consistent power) for a similar price. It’s very much an engineer’s solution but it’s working. They are already larger than the Gherkin tower in London and are predicted to reach price equality with fossil fuels around 2024. Tidal power is still not kicking off, which is a shame because it’s predictable. Other parts of the talk also mentions the fact that large parts of our oceans are now seriously lacking in oxygen, and that burying CO2 under the ocean is legally a bit dodgy under the London convention, which is the international agreement that says you can’t chuck whatever you want in the sea. Most countries haven’t signed it anyway.

That’s me done for one COP. The general message seems to be: politics isn’t going anywhere fast and hasn’t delivered on old promises to those in need but renewable energy is doing OK anyway.

Raptor Rap Tour… in Spanish?

In order to perform at Poetry Slam Madrid, Antonio Díez had to translate some of my poems into Spanish. Apparently this one took the longest (3 days), and I’m always interested in how people translate puns, so here it is!

Gira rap de rapaces

Se acerca la hora de una gira rap de rapaces
Empieza con águilas que levantan el vuelo en éxtasis,
Llevando en nuestras garras la presa capturada,
Con una gorra en las cabezas con una corona de oro porque somos los amos.

El “calva” en águila calva significa “parche blanco”.

Soy un águila calva, no tengo igual
Lleno hasta la bota como si fuera una gaviota
Porque robo del comedero de pájaritos
Y saquearé la basura como un pitbull (pa mí)
Lo siento chica, soy tan real
Crees que mi dieta es legal
Los dólares me deben su fulgor así que
¿Cómo dices que mi estilo no es verdad?
Daré de comer a mis polluelos

… Tengo, tengo, tengo, tengo
Patas de rey
Por comida grasa porque siendo pescadora
Mis garras se agarran a los peces
Y uno puede girar para dar la vuelta
Recolectores de huevos antaño
Nos extinguieron en el Reino Unido
Reconolizamos las Islas Británicas
Desde Noruega de vuelta al nido
De instinto depredatorio
Mi territorio es mi solo anidamiento
Crecimiento efectivo en colectivo
Y construyo mis nidos anualmente
No…

… Ningún cóndor andino no
Pingún cóndor andino no
Ningún cóndor andino
Daña al ganado hasta su último suspiro
Encontrar carne fresca,
Siguiendo al buitre que la detecta
Mutua coexistencia
Porque también de nuestros picos se aprovechan
De un mordisco atravesamos
Incluso los huesos quebramos
Y cada día volamos
Maratones sobre nuestros anidados
¿Qué veo? ¿Es posible?
¿Alguien me dejó un cadáver visible?
Así que desgarro el cuerpo yo
Pero el difunto píldoras y pociones tomó
Así caemos como efecto dominó
Cuando la sobredosis comenzó
Oh Dios mío, mira ese pico Míralo –

Buka-Buka-Buka-Buka-Buka-Buka
Hey, pollos.
Fa1 demasiado 2mesticada
Para escapar su vida DIN a-4
Tomáis polluelos de 5 días
Que saben sumar y restar
Cuando a niños de 6 meses
Eso mismo les suele costar
Cuando a niños de 6 meses
Eso mismo les suele costar
Y piando con sus polluelos
Antes de levantar el vuelo
19 billones de nosotros sobrevivieron
Para ser aplastados al nacer luego
Un génerocidio de huevos machos
Cuya bajo valor para productos de maquillados
Significa que ni nos usan para cubicaldos
¿Al final seremos nosotros los gilipollos?
Es la econo-pía

 

Raptor rap tour

This poem involves different birds performing rap music. It begins with Eminem’s Rap God as performed by a bald eagle, then Kendrick Lamar’s DNA as performed by an osprey, Nikki Minage’s Anaconda as performed by a condor, and finally Mos Def’s Mathematics as performed by a chicken.

(Rap god)
It’s beginning to sound like a raptor rap tour
Start with eagles who can rise up like the rapture, rapped our
talons around the prey we capture, capped our
Heads with a gold crown cos we’re the masters

The bald in bald eagle means white patch

I got no equals, all love bald eagles
Yet I will keep full like I’m a seagull
Cause I steal small bird’s food haul
And I’ll ransack a bin like a Pit-bull-finch
Sorry girl, I’m so regal you believe my diet’s legal,
Dollar bills owe their glow to me, so
How you gonna call my lifestyle deceitful?
I’ll feed my eaglets eagrets

(DNA)

I got
I got
royal feet for oiled eats cause being an ospray
Talons tear through fish, and one can twist to hold the other way
egg collectors one time wiped us out in the UK
we recolonised the British isles by flying from Norway
And though predatory my territory is only my nest-eyrie
Breed effectively collectively and build my nest up yearly
I don’t …

(Anaconda)
No Andean condors don’t
No Andean condors don’t
Harm livestock until their lives stop

To find fresh flesh, follow vultures who can smell
Mutualistic coexistence cos they need our beaks as well
we can bite through hide
And even crush up bone
Each day we fly
Marathons around our home

Ohh, what I see?
Could it be
Someone left a fresh kill for me
So I tear that body open
But the corpse ate pills and potions
That make us fall like dominos when we start overdosing.

Oh my God. Look at her beak.
Look at her

(Mathematics)

bukka bukka bukka bukka
Haha: chicken.

Onedering jungle foul, too tame to break
Free from our A four-page lives, you take
Five day old chicks, they can add and subtract
When six-month old kids may struggle with that, you
Sever ties with mum who Mos’ Def-hen-eight-ly
Counted and chirped with her chicks before they hatched
Nineteen billion of us survived being crushed alive at birth
In gendercide of non-egg providing males whose lower worth
As bodily commodities means you won’t even make us into stocks.
All this and somehow we’re the bunch of cocks?
It’s chickenomics.