Science and Perspective.


January 2016

The country’s bladder

So, if the US population is about 320 million and everyone pees once a day in a toilet that flushes 4 gallons at a time that means Americans pee in one billion two hundred eighty million gallons of technically drinkable water a day. Coincidentally the United Nations estimate 1.2 billion people suffer from lack of water every day. Check the other stats

So, how about we don’t flush our pee today?

And I know, there are other ways. Shorter/fewer showers, toilet tank displacement
And I know some people pee more and I know you have been trained since indoor plumbing is a status symbol, but you don’t really have to. It won’t kill you.
Go for it. It feels so good to save water. Let the Yellow sit ‘n’ mellow.

Sincerely,Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.


Oh, poop.

Poop seems to be a recurring theme in life. For obvious reasons, but for me maybe more than most.
While attending COB, one of my part time jobs was kennel care technician at The Bahamas Humane Society. This involved shoveling and collecting poop from dozens of dogs in a day and probably hundreds in the time I worked there. All colors, viscosities, shapes and sizes. There was a trick to it. We would put a large trash bag in a milk crate and push it around as we scooped poop in. Then you had to get the bag of poop into the dumpster. 4 gallons fit in those crates, water is more than five lbs per gallon, so about 20-30 lbs of mixed dog poop. You have to pendulum the bag until you gain enough momentum to swing it into the container. Perhaps, I would have to show you.
Then after returning home with my Master’s degree, the job scene was not the best, but I got to work behind the scenes at Dolphin Cay Atlantis as a Scuba diver in the Marine Mammal exhibit. And yes, a big part of the job was getting rid of the Sea lion poop. They also call them sea dogs. For funsies. Anyway, we would be under about ten feet of water in cement pools. Using trash pumps with a four inch diameter hose. The poop would be sucked through the trash pump and passed into the filtration system. But there was a trick to it. Sometimes, sea lion poop is too big or too heavy to get into the hose. So, you would have to whack it with the tip of the hose. The poop would start to break up and you would suck the poop out of the water before it hits your face.

Now finally, I am a dad and yes, there is poop, but I am ready. I found the tricks. Firstly, be prepared. I was not ready for the black poop. Nobody is. But the brown and green and yellow poops, sure. Here at the tips and tricks. 1: take a breathe before opening the diaper.
2: have a wipe handy to cover the genitals before you start. If they can, they pee and they get really good distance.
3: always, turn down the top of the front of the diaper, and/or point he penis down into the diaper. See above. 4: don’t expect that to be the last of the poop. It never is. 5: their hands and feet will be flailing, keep them out of the poopy area. Finally, have fun, you will be doing this a lot.

Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

Life of Leonardo

Life is crazy, intense, strange, scary, funny, and it goes on. Last night at 10:32 pm. Our son was born. Leonardo Davis, came into the world with a few cries, but overall, just a really chill little guy, 5 lbs 13.5 oz.

We have been worrying and obsessing over so many details for the past 9 …well 8.5 months. In the end it came down to Leonardo’s schedule. He chose the day of a nice snow storm, two weeks before his due date and the day our obstetrician was working in the next state over.
But now, he is here. The wait is over, and yeah, I am wondering about the insurance, and staying in touch with family in two countries, being socially and environmentally responsible while raising him and teaching him to do the same, drawing the balance between making him happy and challenging him. But you know what? I believe things work out. The challenges will come, but we will be ready. Not always ready to pay the bills, reach the goals, defend ourselves etc., but always ready to face the challenge.

I love this guy. I will protect him by teaching him to protect himself and the ones he loves . Happy birthday Leonardo.

Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

Crocheted socks

Dear friends,
Thank you for your concern, but if you see me limping, it is because I put the socks I crocheted over the other two pairs I normally use and stuffed my feet into my socks. And yes, walking like a regular human being means less to me than warm feet.

Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

Remembering and reminding

Perhaps it is easy to forget the victims of violent crime when your day is spent in an office and driving around in a secure vehicle. What if all the victims of violent crime had a marker in front of the minister of national security or the prime minister’s home? What if family members lit candles for them to remind those ministers every time they left or returned home? What if there were candles for the students stabbed at school outside the minister of education’s home? What if the minister responsible for road traffic had candles outside their homes for everyone killed in accidents due to malfunctioning street lights, no posted speed limit or poor enforcement of traffic laws? Do you think it would make a difference?

Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

Donald Trump can’t be like that for real

I watched Little Nicky by Adam Sandler and I just think someone needs to check his shoes for kitchen foil. #justsaying

Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

Anchor baby

A few days ago, I mentioned to a colleague at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio that our child by virtue of being born in the United States would be a US citizen automatically. The first thing out of his mouth was “Oh, an anchor baby.”
Accidental racism anyone?
For those that do not know what an anchor baby is, it is a derogatory or pejorative term for babies that are born in the USA to foreign national mothers that are not legal permanent residents of the US this is based on US citizenship laws of jus soli (right of the soil). Anchor baby was earlier used for children of Vietnamese immigrants “Fresh off the boat” hence the anchor…but I digress.
The thing is, our child will have the opportunity to choose his citizenship later on from three countries if he so desires. Mexican Mother =Mexican citizenship by jus sanguinis (right of blood); Bahamian father confers Bahamian citizenship as well.
After quickly running through our unborn son’s potential for multiple citizenship, and how the laws of the USA and the paperwork we have to do, make it required, the next question was “so you don’t plan on staying here to raise your kid?”
Our visas and my scholarship requires me to leave the USA with my family, after my degree program. My wife is not even allowed to work while we are here. So, when confronted with anti-foreign sentiment, or having my divergent cultural perspectives questioned and devalued regularly in most circles, I think not.

I may consider working here to gain further experience in my field. But, no, I do not believe raising my child in the USA would be my reason for choosing to attempt to stay here. I have had the dubious opportunity to experience racism in all sorts of ways in nearly every country I have gone to, but I have to say there are especially outrageous and uniquely subtle forms of racism here that I am not particularly eager to share with my child. If you want to hear more of some of the challenges of being an international student in the USA come to my talk at the Race, Class, Gender and Sexuality Symposium at Wright State University in Dayton Ohio, this February. Follow me on Facebook and Twitter for further details.

Sincerely,Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

That old goose.

We are nearing the five year anniversary of the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. We were lucky.

The oil plumes did not reach our shores. We had no need to pursue lengthy battles in court for the impacts to our economies, wildlife and citizen health. But maybe next time.
Maybe next time we get to be the dumb goose that allows oil exploration without adequate oversight. Maybe we will finally get to see plumes of smoke, from burning oil, choke out our sunsets; and wildlife, tourists and countrymen covered in oil. Or maybe not.
Maybe the oil will stay on the west side of Andros where the oil exploration licenses are. Maybe the oil will remain captured in the beautiful Cay Sal bank killing only the gigantic coral heads, fields of sea grass, conch nurseries, turtle nesting beaches, and seabird colonies and schools of Horseeye Jack and Snapper. Maybe only the West Side of Andros will be wiped out along with its fish, conch and lobster nurseries. Maybe we can continue in New Providence or Grand Bahama oblivious to the actions of our leaders and the oil companies.

Maybe the typical Bahamian will be able to ignore the calamity. Maybe the tourists will still come to swim in our polluted waters, catch our oiled fish and see our black beaches.

I doubt it. Our government does not have the safeguards in place to regulate the oil industry to ensure proper training, equitable job opportunities, or pay for Bahamians; to hold emergency response supplies and personnel at the ready in the event of an environmental disaster; to support fishing and tourism economies and local communities during times of recovery (20 plus years); or to educate Bahamians on the impacts of oil and extraction.
If there is an oil spill in the Bahamas, we will not be lucky at all. We will be ruined.

Our beautiful environment is the goose that continues to lay golden eggs of fish and ecotourism, but our leaders seem eager to cut off its head for the prospect of oil.
If you want some more numbers, see my earlier letter on Reearth’s page.

Photo by Scott Johnson: Myself covered in oil from the constant oil slick in the area surround Clifton Heritage Park after snorkeling out to see the Atlas sculpture with students.

Sincerely,Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

Late night cravings

Just got some marshmallows, graham crackers and Hershey’s chocolate for midnight s’mores for la guapa and Leonardo.time for me to hit the sack.

Ancilleno Davis, M.Sc.

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