They had a story on NPR this morning about a type of frog whose young incubates in the mother's stomach and then hops out of the mother's mouth to be born. **
Sending lots of love, and if only my powerful wishes had healing force, you would be doing better before tomorrow...
**Actually, the story was about endangered amphibians. The gastric brooding frog only came up as an example--alas, of a species that appears to have been lost. .... hmm, if you are not doing well, I should come up with a more cheery piece of perhaps-unknown information.
Well, you may already have known about the whole Darian Calendar thing.
And you probably also know more than I do about the Bronze Age Collapse, which is what I've been being /productive/ with. (I'm going to start my Western Civ class at (that iteration of) the End Of The World.)
Uh, the cabin's actually in New Hampshire? Meat turnover may be on the menu? Peter drew his first octopus a couple of days ago? I'll try to think of something better.
Okay, here is something else, a poem that seraphimsigrist posted (here) by Arseny Tarkovsky (whom I had never heard of before now)
In the last month of autumn In the twilight Of a most bitter life I entered full of sorrow A leafless and nameless wood. A mist of milky-whiteness, Like a glass, Enveloped it from edge to edge. Along the grey branches Pure tears flowed, Such as Only trees weep on the eve Of winter's blanching. And lo! A miracle occurred: In the dusk Blue sky gleamed forth from a cloud And, as though in June, a bright ray From days to come pierced mu past. And the trees wept on the eve Of great deeds and gay abandonment Of happy storms swirling up in the azure sky, And blue tits sang a round dance, As though hands had touched a keyboard From the earth to the very highest notes. --Arseny Tarkovsky
Human beings are one of only two animals on the planet who can't synthesize their own vitamin C, and therefore need to seek outside sources to avoid scurvy.
* Due to the shortage of mammals (and birds of prey) in New Zealand, the Kea, one of the world's larger parrots, evolved into something resembling a sheep-mutilating, flying raccoon: an optimistic omnivore, whose intelligence is demonstrated by their ability to learn to open trash cans by observing others.
* Inbreeding (enforced by local legislation) means that most of the inhabitants of Tristan da Cunha suffer from severe congenital asthma?
L'illusionniste! A new film by Sylvain Chomet (Belleville Rendezvous), with a script by Jacques Tati: fading vaudeville with touches of I Know Where I'm Going. Louche, melancholic, gorgeous, by the look of it.
The tower has been standing since 1964, is over 600 ft tall when all of the rigging and antennae are included, and is easily visible from much of London. It had not, however, appeared on the Ordnance Survey maps of London as it was considered a secret.
If you put two slices of bread and a slice of cheese inside a brown paper bag, and iron both sides of the bag, you get grilled cheese. I'm told this is how one makes grilled cheese in jail.
In Javanese culture, you are not allowed to step over gamelan instruments, as it is considered disrespectful. If you cannot avoid stepping over one, you must immediately apologize to the instrument. In gamelan class at Wesleyan, we were expected to adhere to this convention. Hope you feel better soon.
The first man to envision a Grand Plan for Boston's Back Bay was a Scotsman who claimed to have gone without sleep for five years and eight months -- with the exception of two hours, when he presumably got a bit of a catnap. His other plans included sheep grazing on the Common and constructing a six-story pagoda with a telescope on top.
The Commonwealth Shakespeare Company's production of Othello is quite good. There are a couple more performances and I recommend seeing it if you have time.
According to the Memoirs of Lady Hyegyeong, King Yeongjo of Joseon had certain superstitions: He avoided using words relating to death or dying. After conducting official business, he never entered his own residence or the residences of his favored children until he had changed his clothes. If he heard or discussed something inauspicious, he wouldn't go back to his room until he had brushed his teeth, washed his ears, and summoned someone to say at least one word to him.
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