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yhlee.
Having slept appreciably for what was not quite literally the first time all week, I am now of course much more tired than when I was strung out for days, but I suspect it was still good for me. Have some links.
1. It is a sign of the comprehensive awfulness of last spring that I missed the discovery of wartime footage of Bletchley Park. Technically a satellite of Bletchley Park, but still. A four-and-a-half-minute edit of the original eleven-minute film has been made available: a mix of silent color and black-and-white, with subtitles added where lip-reading could make the words out; I wouldn't have minded captions identifying the known figures. The accompanying mini-documentary adds context, most notably from an MI6 veteran who worked at Whaddon Hall as a teenager and recognized his father in the off-duty flicker. No one seems to have any idea who did the filming. It wasn't surreptitious at all.
2. I like this poem: Celia Sorhaindo, "Ambergris."
3. Courtesy ofmoon_custafer: the seaweed-eating sheep of North Ronaldsay. It feels absolutely characteristic of sheep that they still want to eat grass even though it will kill them. I also confess I would like to eat one.
The world isn't going to become less stressful just because I would like it to, but I would still like it to.
yhlee.Having slept appreciably for what was not quite literally the first time all week, I am now of course much more tired than when I was strung out for days, but I suspect it was still good for me. Have some links.
1. It is a sign of the comprehensive awfulness of last spring that I missed the discovery of wartime footage of Bletchley Park. Technically a satellite of Bletchley Park, but still. A four-and-a-half-minute edit of the original eleven-minute film has been made available: a mix of silent color and black-and-white, with subtitles added where lip-reading could make the words out; I wouldn't have minded captions identifying the known figures. The accompanying mini-documentary adds context, most notably from an MI6 veteran who worked at Whaddon Hall as a teenager and recognized his father in the off-duty flicker. No one seems to have any idea who did the filming. It wasn't surreptitious at all.
2. I like this poem: Celia Sorhaindo, "Ambergris."
3. Courtesy of
moon_custafer: the seaweed-eating sheep of North Ronaldsay. It feels absolutely characteristic of sheep that they still want to eat grass even though it will kill them. I also confess I would like to eat one.The world isn't going to become less stressful just because I would like it to, but I would still like it to.
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I'm not sure where that story comes from as the sheep are on grass for part of the year and seaweed for the rest. They are quite capable of eating both.
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Wikipedia has citations that they are "susceptible to copper toxicity, if fed on a grass diet, as copper is toxic to sheep in high quantities . . . The levels of copper found in typical sheep feed, including grass, are toxic for this breed," which suggests that a certain amount of grass is safe for them to consume, but a year-round grass diet would have adverse results. I agree that the Tumblr phrasing makes it sound like they'd keel over if they tried at all.
Thank you for the photograph!