Still busy, but reading...
Terrierman shows us that despite hysteria, Lyme disease is hard to catch.
Gun Nut Dave Petzal reminds us that "outmoded" equipment often-- isn't. Good firearms and optics should outlive their owner-- I shoot one shotgun made in the (18)70's.
Has Hell frozen over? Peter Singer gives support to animal medical experimentation!
Chas has a link to this interesting link to predator prey conceptions in Medieval European culture. He and Pluvialis have recently taught me that fascinating information can lurk behind a scrim of academic terminology.
Referencing the wonderful Colin Tudge on farmers, Neanderthals and bandits, Prairie Mary argues that we should be lazier.
Carel remembers the greatest artist of underwater life ever, Stanley Meltzoff.
I had been slow linking to Carl Buell, the wonderful artist who calls himself 'Olduvai George', because he wasn't posting much, but now he is. Here is his take on Ambulocetus. Matt, another for the Blogroll!
I hope Darren, who sounds as though he is as broke as we are, isn't commiting professional suicide by rationally analyzing the Patterson sasquatch film.
True story from Libby: in 1972, in her Himalayan guiding days, she and her late husband Harry came upon a set of striding tracks across an impassable roaring river on the hillside, above the timber line near the village of Pangboche. When they asked their Sherpa friend Ang Zambu what made them he said 'yeti'. When asked how he knew he grinned and said 'Nothing else would go over there'.
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I remain properly skeptical regarding sasquatches. However, one common source of skepticism, that such a creature could not remain concealed in modern Oregon/California, is just not terribly valid. People don’t realize just how rough the Klamath/Siskiyou country is: steep, twisted, crumpled, incised country with dense vegetation, much of it poison oak (plants are not an outdoorsman’s friends!). Trying to go anywhere off trail is wretched, and there aren’t many trails; many of the ones marked on maps haven’t really existed in forty years. My crazy kayaker acquaintances in Arcata talk about runs whose approaches leave them literally bloody and covered in oak, after which they paddle first descents on creeks with gradients exceeding 200 feet/mile, through canyons human eyes may well have never seen. People don’t go into these places, I doubt even the Indians ever did much, it’s only marginally possible. A creature capable of moving around comfortably could have a lot more solitude in Northern California than the road maps suggest.
I dunno... we don't go camping often because I'm afraid if anybody sees my husbands giant size 14 triple wide bare footprints they'll come after him with a net.
haha!
I wrote about intensive hog farming today. Anybody wanna weigh in on it?
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