I woke up in the apartment where our parents used to live
Rabbit, rabbit! Too late in the day to suggest it as a serious practice, it struck me that given the quantity of sheer alternative untruth flying around the public sphere these days, the most topsy-turvy thing one could do on April Fool's Day is tell the truth.
I like knowing about both Ghil'ad Zuckermann's work with language revival and the fossil beds of the last day of the Cretaceous.
I Married a Monster from Outer Space (1958) is the weirdest combination of feminist horror and stupider-than-ass '50's paranoia tropes. I'm glad Thomas Tryon went on to have a writing career.
I like knowing about both Ghil'ad Zuckermann's work with language revival and the fossil beds of the last day of the Cretaceous.
I Married a Monster from Outer Space (1958) is the weirdest combination of feminist horror and stupider-than-ass '50's paranoia tropes. I'm glad Thomas Tryon went on to have a writing career.

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Ditto, but it looks like that's because I didn't read The New Yorker.
I totally think skepticism is warranted because of the dude's "lone wolf"/"keep away from my dig site" thing, but so far no one has actually presented any evidence that it's not a K-T boundary deposit. I keep waiting for that and not seeing it.
I found a follow-up tweet series from Steve Brusatte. Nobody seems to be arguing that the smashed fish and tektites are not tremendously cool, or even that we're not looking at a record of an end-of-Cretaceous event. The issue seems to be that the dude really played up the dinosaur angle, the New Yorker ran with it, it caught the popular imagination and was repeated in the press, and now everyone is asking about dinosaurs to the detriment of the tremendously cool smashed fish.
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I have downloaded a scholarly K-T journal article for airplane reading tomorrow. It's 49 pages and I'm not a paleontologist, but I'll give it a shot.
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I saw that in the tweets