History Mysteries #2 - The Sawdust Coast
According to Peter Freuchen
, writing of his travels in Siberia, circa 1936, the tundra coast near Tiksi in the Lena Delta was fringed with logs and the sea bottom contained "hundreds of thousands of years of sawdust". To the best of my knowledge, this remarkable phenomenon - a Siberian 'sawdust coast' - has never been studied scientifically.Peter Freuchen
Peter Freuchen was a scientist. However, for much of his life he was known to various people according to the various talents which make him seem like a character from a work of fiction.
History Mysteries #1 - Who Shot The Tomatoes?
The Astonishment of a Sailor on Finding Buckshot in His Portion of Tomatoes.
Hidden in the details of the Jeannette Expedition one finds a factor in common with the Franklin Expedition: lead poisoning.
The Jeannette Expedition
Now we come to the second part of the series
Botany: A Blooming History
History, Science and the TMT Boundary
To the extent that written records show political, religious or other personal bias, it may be truly said that history is bunk. Or we may say with Henry Ford
that history - as a list of dates of political events - is bunk. But if we take the term 'history' as inclusive of everything known about the past that has a bearing on our current collective human knowledge, then history is a most valuable asset.
What do Ivan Pavlov, Guglielmo Marconi and Thomas Edison all have in common? Not much, you might think - but after the creation of General Electric’s first Global Research Laboratory in the barn behind Chief Engineer Charles Steinmetz’s house in Schenectady, NY, numerous top scientists began to visit to see what GE was working on next.
MIT Chemistry professor Wilis Whitney was hired as the Global Research Laboratory's first director and each famous mind that visited would stop to sign the VIP guest book, which he kept at that desk from 1914 to 1935. The signatures are a veritable Who’s Who of inventors, physicists, chemists, physiologists, and businessmen of the period.
It's common practice among learned people that, the more educated the company, the more obscure the lists of people they will invent any time there is a question about history. Science may be universally quantifiable but history of science is quite subjective. So on a site where we all extol Al-Khwarizmi, Pietro Monti, Zu Chongzhi, Ibn al-Haytham and too many others to count in our quest to be thorough, I am going to make a bold claim sure to infuriate historians and nationalists from many countries, including America; some of the greatest scientists of any age were all in one place, at one time, and that place was Britain.
I had a question posed to me last week; 'what was the first science experiment?'
Not many plumbers become known worldwide for significant fossil discoveries but self-taught paleontologist and archaeologist Harley Garbani did just that, finding skulls of the youngest-known Tyrannosaurus rex and the youngest-known Triceratops in a distinguished citizen science career.
His finds are on display at the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County, the University of California Museum of Paleontology and other places. Garbani was citizen science before it needed a name - a time when scientists were not primarily academics. Mostly he liked to hunt for fossils in the Badlands and his knowledge was based on experience.
Anania Shirakatsi (Ananias of Shirak) was an Armenian scientist and mathematician, famous there for authoring two important works, Geography and Cosmography and the Calendar, which tackled astronomy, meteorology, and geography.
He is considered the father of natural sciences in Armenia and his books, while readable to a lay audience, were also technical enough to be used as textbooks for centuries.
Only a moment ago, young James Clerk Maxwell asked Mrs. Murdoch to fetch his parents. Now all three are standing in the kitchen doorway, but he is watching the reflection that dances above the stove, across the ceiling. When he notices the adults, he mischievously flashes sunlight in their eyes.
Mr. Maxwell squints and raises a hand to block the glare, but his voice is indulgent. "What are you up to now, Jamesie?"
"It's the sun, papa. I got it in with this tin plate."