Terra Sigillata

A sort of homecoming

Welcome to the new home of Terra Sigillata, a blog dedicated to disseminating objective information on Pharmacology, Pharmacognosy, Pharmacy, the Pharmaceutical Sciences, and all aspects of medicines from the Earth.

More later on the theme of our discussions and links to classic posts.

I thought I’d start with a brief introductory essay on coming home, under the fold…

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Seed Media Group, the host of ScienceBlogs, is located in the Flatiron District, 11 miles (18 km) from the town in northern New Jersey where I spent the first 17 years of my life. Growing up in the literal shadow of the New York City skyline, one cannot help but be awed and amazed by the grandeur of its man-made beauty. I’ve known of the Empire State Building since my earliest memories and watched the two World Trade Center towers slowly rise above the horizon in the early 1970s.

As a kid, I thought that every US city or metropolitan area had two major league teams in baseball, basketball, and hockey. The latter now at a count of three with the relocation of the New Jersey Devils to the remediated swamp called The Meadowlands Sports Complex. I thought that the call letters of everyone’s local TV stations were the same as the networks: WCBS, WNBC, and WABC.

Even the radio stations took those call letters and I fondly remember listening to a young, brash DJ named Don Imus on WNBC 660 AM more than a decade before he spawned the unnecessarily over-the-top and far less intelligent Howard Stern. My teenage years were spent in a pizza joint as a prep cook listening every Saturday evening to a four-hour show on WCBS-FM with Sid Marks, “Saturday with Sinatra.” My boss played this to keep the drunk and unruly kids out of the store, but I developed a deep respect for the talents of Old Blue Eyes while my car’s cassette tape deck was filled with The Clash, The Police, Elvis Costello, Squeeze, Dire Straits, and Joe Jackson.

My grandfather’s boyhood home along the Hackensack River on Paterson Plank Road was demolished to make way for the New Jersey Turnpike extension for the Meadowlands. Still, he continued to take us grandkids down to the river to use bamboo poles and bread on a line to catch small killiefish which, I learned later, meant “creek fish” in the vernacular of the Dutch settlers of New York and New Jersey. We stored these lovely specimens of Cynopoecilus in freezer bags to use as crabbing bait later in the summer on the Jersey shore at Barnegat Bay. In fact, when the Hackensack was cleaned up in the late 70s, hardshell blue crabs started coming back up from New York Harbor into the brackish water. We gladly cooked and ate them, learning only later that they were still full of mercury and other heavy metals.

My last memory of my grandfather was on a trip home from my postdoc in 1990 flounder fishing off Sandy Hook with my cousin, now a deep sea partyboat captain in North Carolina. I spent most of the trip “chumming” as the wine and meal in New York’s Little Italy and beer from Chumley’s procured during the previous night and wee hours of that day became one with the Atlantic Ocean, as lower Manhattan mocked me on the far distant horizon.

Before I could drive, I rode my bicycle to the Meadowlands racetrack before and after it opened in 1976 to watch the trotters and pacers work out and handicapped the racing page of the New York Daily News until I was old enough to bet myself. We watched as the then Brendan Byrne Arena (now Continental Airlines) rose from the swamp. New Jersey’s patron saint and folk hero, Bruce Springsteen, played a six-night stand to launch the place in the summer of 1981, the year of my high school graduation. I still have my ticket stub from the 18th row of the floor.

Music and Medicine
I grew up on a hill looking south where I could see the tower of the US outpost of the Swiss pharmaceutical giant, Hoffmann-LaRoche, now known simply as Roche. My uncle was a facilities manager there and, from my earliest frog dissection, I knew I wanted to be a scientist and maybe work at Roche someday. As you would drive back east from the Roche campus on Route 3 at Exit 153 of the Garden State Parkway, the New York City skyline burst up across the horizon. It’s still a thrill everytime I come home.

But what captured my imagination was radio. Radio, Marconi’s magnificient means to reach the masses. In the pre-internet, pre-MTV days, we actually relied on radio stations for cutting edge music and New York was fortunate to then have a long-running, critically-acclaimed album-oriented-rock station, WNEW-FM at 102.7. The musical knowledge of people like the late Scott Muni, Vin Scelsa, and Carol Miller, amazed me and these people had cult-like status, drawing crowds all over the tri-state area. Hundreds of thousands if not millions of listeners hung on their word for opinions on new albums like Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. They held our hands after John Lennon was murdered in the city in 1980.

For the popsters, there was WPLJ-FM and good old 99X, WXLO-FM. It was a DJ named Jay Thomas at 99X who first made me think of a career in broadcasting, perhaps with a career as a meterologist. I remember my Mom taking me to meet Mr Thomas at the old Gunther’s Camera in East Rutherford, NJ, the afternoon that I was crushed in the second round of a junior high school spelling bee. The autographed picture he gave me hung for years on the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame that was plastered in the basement stairwell of my childhood home together with a now-famous Rolling Stone portrait of Pete Townsend portrait with his fingers bleeding. I taught myself guitar and bass and practiced in that basement with a rock band comprised of two other classmates, my high school history teacher, and guidance counselor – true educators, they.

Music and radio – I was mesmerized by these media that could reach so many peoples’ hearts and minds and create a culture of like-minded souls. But it was my Mom’s career in nursing and the embryonic imprint of the Roche tower that led me to a career in biomedical science. I traveled for my first installment in the American South (the Ivies wouldn’t have me) then came back to give an interview seminar for a postdoctoral fellowship in that Roche tower I admired from childhood. I was offered the position but ultimately turned it down. You see, I flew directly from Newark Airport to other interviews in Arizona and Colorado where I became enchanted with the American West and Southwest – I mean, people did science out there, even won Nobel Prizes – without living in New York.

Radio, Radio
Funny thing, that radio mystique. As I became known for my research in herbal medicines, I was invited as a guest on a university AM health program. And again. Local TV called. Science journalists called. After I was a guest on a nationally-syndicated NPR health program, my sister called and laughed, pointing out how my life came full circle. I’ve since even dabbled in TV and have made friends with science journalists around the world, many of whom left the bench for a more predictable but equally-harried lifestyle. Somehow, I’ve accumulated the credentials to serve as an graduate advisory board member for university medical journalism training program – a hack scientist and accidental science writer among an esteemed group of some of the foremost minds in health journalism in the US. But, oh, how I love radio the best.

Part of my personal mission has always been to provide regular folks with health information in an understandable manner. If you’ve ever met me in a bar, perhaps with me and my brother John or T.P. at McSorley’s Old Ale House, you can be certain I’d have talked to you about cancer research. (Beer, after all, is a natural product.) This mission became more serious after I studied herbal medicines and natural products at the request of my pharmacy, nursing, and medical students – a common modus operandi in my career where the students have taught the professor many things. I was amazed but not surprised to learn that many consumers are preyed upon by unscrupulous marketers and heartless hucksters promising hope to cancer and AIDS patients.

I’d heard about this blog thing but figured that someone had already launched something in this medium about herbal medicines and dietary supplements. Unfortunately, the blogosphere was mostly populated by those hucksters and marketers. So, I started exploring this strange world and having discussions with like-minded but oddly named characters such as BotanicalGirl and Orac, among others. With their encouragement, I started writing on my sister’s birthday last year, mostly so I wouldn’t forget my bloganniversary. The hits started coming, the blogroll links, the carnivals, and the quotes. Then the call to come up to ScienceBlogs.com came from Katherine Sharpe…on my birthday.

Like the late environmental author and hellraiser, Edward Abbey, I now struggle with my need to live in two worlds – the wilderness of the American West & Southwest and civilization, my love for cities, especially New York City. In 1968, Abbey wrote near the end of Desert Solitaire,

“Unlike Thoreau who insisted on one world at a time I am attempting to make the best of two. After six months in the desert I am volunteering for a winter of front-line combat duty-caseworker, public warfare department-in the howling streets of Megalomania, U.S.A. Mostly for the sake of private and selfish concerns, truly, but also for reasons of a more general nature. After twenty-six weeks of sunlight and stars, wind and sky and golden sand, I want to hear once more the crackle of clamshells on the floor of the bar in the Clam Broth House in Hoboken. I long for a view of the jolly, rosy faces on 42nd Street and the cheerful throngs on the sidewalks of Atlantic Avenue. Enough of Land’s End, Dead Horse Point, lbkuhnikivats and other high resolves; I want to see somebody jump out of a window or off a roof. I grow weary of nobody’s company but my own-let me hear the wit and wisdom of the subway crowds again, the cabdriver’s shrewd aphorisms, the genial chuckle of a Jersey City cop, the happy laughter of Greater New York’s one million illegitimate children.”

New York City, 2006
Carol Miller of WNEW-FM now reaches the world from the New York studios of Sirius satellite radio channel 18, The Spectrum. Sirius also counts Jay Thomas among its personalities. Thomas, an aspiring actor during my childhood, left 99X to become the deli clerk on Mork & Mindy, had a regular role on Cheers, and co-starred in Mr. Holland’s Opus. But he’s back in New York, also on Sirius. Like Edward Abbey, a grizzled and cranky Don Imus and his wife keep a ranch in New Mexico to provide wilderness opportunities for kids with cancer, but he can be seen around the world on MSNBC doing his show from New York City. The media may have changed, but not the need for communication and the sharing of stories and culture.

And now I write for you, all over the world, via a server that sits in New York City.

It’s great to be home.

Comments

  1. #1 coturnix
    June 9, 2006

    Well, then – welcome home!

    Though, it is nice you’re just a few miles away. We need to celebrate this big opening with a beer or something!

  2. #2 anjou
    June 9, 2006

    Welcome to your new old home. We’ll drink a homecoming toast here, but it’ll be wine not beer ;-)

  3. #3 Honeybee
    June 9, 2006

    What does one do for a Blogwarming party? Gratuitous link-fest? Lots of positive comments? Whatever it is, I wish you the best in your new home.

  4. #4 Abel PharmBoy
    June 9, 2006

    Bora: thanks again for all the plugs and especially the post on Daily Kos that sent some traffic my way.

    Anjou and your not-exactly-better half: thanks and enjoy the fruit of the vine – I’ll be sure to have a wine post in the near future. It’s another fine natural product!

    Honeybee: Y’know, I really don’t know – launching the first version of the blog was so momentous you could hear the crickets chirp. And I never even thought to attend your own blogwarming. What a heel. At least I remembered to copy you in the blogroll. Well, thanks for coming by – I hope I do you proud.

  5. #5 GrrlScientist
    June 9, 2006

    ha! i found you at last!

    i also have no idea what to do for a blog-warming party, except to drink (well, and blog) liberally in the company of strangers who are far, far drunker than i will ever allow myself to be in public. under any circumstances.

    but because the bartender plugged me in, well, who knows how long i’ll be here in this fine drinking establishment (well, i do know and it is a function of $$, but no one but me cares, so whateverthehell).

  6. #6 Doc Bushwell
    June 9, 2006

    Nice paean to the Garden State, Abel. Having lived here for two years, I’m still discovering its hitherto-unknown-to-me charms. As the faux state slogan goes, “New Jersey – Not as Bad as You Think!” My kids and spouse sing the praises of Sandy Hook so I hope to get in the beach experience this summer.

    And pharmacognosy? You’re making me swoon!

  7. #7 SciMom
    June 10, 2006

    Congrats on the move. I continue to enjoy a daily reading of your blog. And thanks for the ode to Anita Roberts. I great mentor and superb scientist is a one of a kind. The cancer research field and women in science are poorer today for her passing.

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