28 June 2023

Audubon Photography Awards

Baltimore Oriole. Female Bird Prize Winner. A bright-yellow female Baltimore oriole gathers a clump of horsehair and natural hemp and sisal fibers caught on a branch, to be used to build its nest. Photographed in Warren, Pennsylvania.
Image cropped for size from the original posted in a gallery of 9 photos at The Atlantic.  Winning photos from the competition are viewable at Audubon.

"Dechurching"

In their new book “The Great Dechurching: Who’s Leaving, Why Are They Going and What Will It Take to Bring Them Back?” Jim Davis and Michael Graham with Ryan Burge argue that the most dramatic change may be in regular attendance at houses of worship. “We are currently in the middle of the largest and fastest religious shift in the history of our country,” they postulate, because “about 15 percent of American adults living today (around 40 million people) have effectively stopped going to church, and most of this dechurching has happened in the past 25 years.”..

No theological tradition, age group, ethnicity, political affiliation, education level, geographic location or income bracket escaped the dechurching in America.”

The data they shared with me suggests that “dechurching” is particularly prevalent among Buddhists and Jews, with nearly half not attending worship services regularly, and around 30 percent of most Christian denominations and around 20 percent of Mormons and Orthodox Christians. (There weren’t enough Muslims, Hindus and Sikhs in the sample for statistical certainty.)..

But many said they did miss aspects of traditional attendance, and often these people still believed in God or certain aspects of their previous faith traditions. They’d sought replacements for traditional worship, and the most common were spending time in nature, meditation and physical activity — basically anything that got them out of their own heads and the anxieties of the material world...
-- excerpts from an op-ed in the New York Times.

Food for thought


Screencap from Fireball: Visitors from Darker Worlds, an interesting documentary film by Werner Herzog about the impact meteorites have had on human cultures throughout history.

The image above comes from a segment about walking the high ice plateau of Antarctica to retrieve meteorites and micrometeorites.  Of particular interest to me was the segment about retrieving micrometeorites from urban rooftops.

Two unusual views of Mt. Rushmore


Embedded above is the view in the 1920s, before it was fully carved.
"The Six Grandfathers (Tȟuŋkášila Šákpe) was named by Lakota medicine man Nicolas Black Elk after a vision. “The vision was of the six sacred directions: west, east, north, south, above, and below. The directions were said to represent kindness and love, full of years and wisdom, like human grandfathers.” The granite bluff that towered above the Hills remained carved only by the wind and the rain until 1927 when Gutzon Borglum began his assault on the mountain.
Reposted from 2014 to add a distinctly different viewpoint, as expressed recently by a member of South Dakota’s House of Representatives (District 1):
What the Lord has revealed to me is that Mount Rushmore has a direct ley line to Washington, DC.,” Donnell said in the podcast clip that was tweeted. “In order to understand the spiritual realm of what we’re facing, we have to realize that in order for the enemy [Satan] to do anything, it needs the agreement of human beings. In order to be empowered to do more damage he needs the agreement of human beings and oftentimes that comes in the form of an altar that acts as a portal for other demonic things. What we’re really dealing with in that portal is communism.That witchcraft, altar, those things that are happening in the Black Hills, what we’re dealing with is communism. It’s the ideology and all the demonic entities and spirits behind that.”

Questions, questions...

"I have heard upscale adult U.S. citizens ask the ship’s Guest Relations Desk whether snorkeling necessitates getting wet, whether the trapshooting will be held outside, whether the crew sleeps on board, and what time the Midnight Buffet is."
An excerpt from David Foster Wallace's essay "Voluntarily and for Pay," about his experiences on a luxury cruise ship "so clean and white it looked boiled."   

26 June 2023

It's not the large-print edition - updated


It's a facsimile version of the original (Diet Mt. Dew for size...)

I last read this book back in 1996 and had it on my mental list of books to reread "someday."  As I've mentioned elsewhere in this blog, as one gets older the possible choices of "someday" start to narrow, so I've decided it's time.  When I looked at our library listings, I was delighted to find that this reproduction of the 1937 edition was available...


... with all of the original illustrations.


There is a waiting list, so I have just this month to consume the 871 pages.  So I'd better get started...
"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.

In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it was declared by the nurse, and by some sage women in the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me several months before there was any possibility of our becoming personally acquainted, first, that I was destined to be unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged to see ghosts and spirits; both these gifts inevitably attaching, as they believed, to all unlucky infants of either gender, born towards the small hours on a Friday night..."
Addendum:   It took me two months of very intermittent reading, but I've finished the book (and thoroughly enjoyed it).  Herewith some excerpts, memorable passages, curious turns of phrase, and interesting words:
"We accordingly went up a wonderful old staircase; with a balustrade so broad that we might have gone up that, almost as easily; and into a shady old drawing-room, lighted by some three or four of the quaint windows I had looked up at from the street: which had old oak seats in them, that seemed to have come of the same trees as the shining oak floor, and the great beams in the ceiling. It was a prettily furnished room, with a piano and some lively furniture in red and green, and some flowers. It seemed to be all old nooks and corners; and in every nook and corner there was some queer little table, or cupboard, or bookcase, or seat, or something or other, that made me think there was not such another good corner in the room; until I looked at the next one, and found it equal to it, if not better. On everything there was the same air of retirement and cleanliness that marked the house outside." (Chapter 15 at the Wickfield residence, describing a room I would love to live in).

The word "picnic" is recurrently hyphenated as "pic-nic."  Wiktionary indicates that the etymology is from a hypenated French word: pique-nique, from piquer (to pick) and nique (small thing) to refer to a meal eaten outdoors.  The seque there is a bit obscure to me.

"... made some hasty but determined arrangements to throw her out of a two pair of stairs' window."  (Chapter 1).  "Pair of stairs" was a term for a flight of stairs, so the reference appears to be to a second-floor window, not a pair of windows.

"I sat looking at Peggotty for some time, in a reverie on this suppositious case: whether, if she were employed to lose me like the boy in the fairy tale, I should be able to track my way hone again by the buttons she would shed."  Based on supposision; imaginary.

"Our old neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Grayper, were gone to South America, and the rain had made its way through the roof of their empty house, and stained the outer walls. Mr. Chillip was married again to a tall, raw–boned, high–nosed wife; and they had a weazen little baby, with a heavy head that it couldn't hold up, and two weak staring eyes, with which it seemed to be always wondering why it had ever been born."

'There now!' said Uriah, looking flabby and lead-coloured in the moonlight. 'Didn't I know it! But how little you think of the rightful umbleness of a person in my station, Master Copperfield! Father and me was both brought up at a foundation school for boys; and mother, she was likewise brought up at a public, sort of charitable, establishment. They taught us all a deal of umbleness - not much else that I know of, from morning to night. We was to be umble to this person, and umble to that; and to pull off our caps here, and to make bows there; and always to know our place, and abase ourselves before our betters. And we had such a lot of betters! Father got the monitor-medal by being umble. So did I. Father got made a sexton by being umble. He had the character, among the gentlefolks, of being such a well-behaved man, that they were determined to bring him in. "Be umble, Uriah," says father to me, "and you'll get on. It was what was always being dinned into you and me at school; it's what goes down best. Be umble," says father," and you'll do!" And really it ain't done bad!' [classic Heep]

"Under the temporary pressure of pecuniary liabilities, contracted with a view to their immediate liquidation, but remaining unliquidated through a combination of circumstances, I have been under the necessity of assuming a garb from which my natural instincts recoil—I allude to spectacles—and possessing myself of a cognomen, to which I can establish no legitimate pretensions." [classic Micawber]

"Often and often, now, had I seen him in the dead of night passing along the streets, searching, among the  few who loitered out of doors at those untimely hours, for what he dreaded to find."

"I sit down by the fire thinking with a blind remorse of all those secret feelings I have nourished since my marriage.  I think of every little trifle between me and Dora, and feel the truth, that trifles make the sum of life."

"I now approach an event in my life, so indelible, so awful, so bound by an infinite variety of ties to all that has preceded it, in these pages, that, from the beginning of my narrative, I have seen it growing larger and larger as I advanced, like a great tower in a plain, and throwing its fore-cast shadow even on the incidents of my childish days."  A literal usage of "forecast" as throwing something forward.

Cochlea


"An image of a newborn rat cochlea with sensory hair cells (green) 
and spiral ganglion neurons (red), magnified 100x."

Eighth-place winner in the 2017 Nikon Small World photography competition.

Photo credit: Dr. Michael Perny, Bern, Switzerland.

Tuchman's Law

Disaster is rarely as pervasive as it seems from recorded accounts. The fact of being on the record makes it appear continuous and ubiquitous whereas it is more likely to have been sporadic both in time and place. Besides, persistence of the normal is usually greater than the effect of the disturbance, as we know from our own times. After absorbing the news of today, one expects to face a world consisting entirely of strikes, crimes, power failures, broken water mains, stalled trains, school shutdowns, muggers, drug addicts, neo-Nazis, and rapists. The fact is that one can come home in the evening, on a lucky day, without having encountered more than one or two of these phenomena. This has led me to formulate Tuchman's Law, as follows: "The fact of being reported multiplies the apparent extent of any deplorable development by five- to tenfold" (or any figure the reader would care to supply).
--- Barbara Wertheim Tuchman (1912 – 1989), author of The Guns of August, A Distant Mirror, and The First Salute, among others.

Reposted from 2012 after finishing a reread of A Distant Mirror.  Note to self:  best chapters for future rereads are Chapter 3 (summary of 14th century), 5 (Black Death), 20 (Second Norman Conquest) and 27 final paragraphs.

Was an actor "snuffed" on stage in 1549?


Exemplaria published a fascinating article in 1998.  Here's part of the abstract:
Shadowy as its source is now, there exists a medieval tale of theatrical representation that seems almost impossible to believe. It prompted a series of engaged electronic queries and communications on the PERFORM discussion group 1 and also (independently) a dose of skepticism from theorist Richard Schechner, who hastened to emphasize the vast ideological difference between imitation and reality.Did an on-stage execution really take place in 1549 in the city of Tournai or not?

According to somewhat questionable evidence about a biblical drama performed in Tournai, the “actor” playing Judith actually beheaded a convicted murderer who had briefly assumed the “role” of Holofernes long enough to be killed during the “play” to thunderous ap- plause. In his work on the history of French theater in Belgium, Frederic Faber scrupulously reconstructs the festive circumstances of this incident associated with the royal entry of Philip II. [see text image at top]


The source article is long (34 pages), and I can't even begin to do it justice with excerpts,  It addresses the (unsolved) question of whether this reported execution in a public theater was real, or legendary, or whether it was "staged."  Surprisingly (to me) medieval artists had the capacity to perform impressive "special effects" -


An excellent read - especially for Halloween.  Here's the link again: Medieval Snuff Drama, via Medievalists.net

Reposted from 2017.

Synapta skin


Photo credit Christian Gautier, from the Nikon Small World photomicrography competitionSynapta are sea-cucumbers, and these anchors and wheels are normal components of their epidermis.

Plastic wrapped in plastic


Dinnerware at a motel.

What should you say to someone who purchases these?


Here are some comments from the Plumbing subreddit:
Tell her the people that sell them say they're flushable. The people that repair plumbing say they're not. Who would you believe?

I mean, they are literally flushable so they aren’t lying. So are 18 golf balls and flip phones.

Had hammers, hockey pucks, hot wheels.. This is all in a retirement trailer park. Unsure how the hammer got to the pumping station...

There was a prison I used to inspect that had a major drug problem. Turned out visitors were flushing them down the visitors bathroom toilet, which was outside the secured visitors area. Drugs would wash up on the screens at the WWTP out back and the inmates that worked there would retrieve them. That was the end of inmates working in the plant.

I lived in a condo complex with 2 buildings and a central sewer line down the middle. The sewer line backed up and flooded the lane to our porches. The city came to rotor the line. One neighbor had flushed a dead 18” spider plant. It made it through the neighbors line but blocked up the central 6” line.

With apologies to Jane Austen

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that an American billionaire, in possession of sufficient fortune, must be in want of a Supreme Court justice. Nothing seems to bring billionaires so much simple joy as having a personal justice to accompany them on yacht and fishing trips, flights on their private planes and jaunts to rustic lodges where the wine was certainly not $1,000 a bottle (in Justice Samuel A. Alito’s opinion). Instead of getting upset (which is unproductive and irritates the people who decide whether we can vote and control our bodies), we need to acknowledge that people who want their own Supreme Court justices are going to get them — if they are wealthy enough. Instead of pretending that a code of ethics can prevent this, let’s find a better system so we can end all this sneaking around."
The essay continues at the Washington Post, proposing that Supreme Court justices could be sponsored, using all that blank space on their robes.  Even the hoi polloi could pool their lesser resources using Go Fund Me to sponsor one of the judges.

"Ditch ducks" explained - and updated



I first discovered and blogged about a drainage ditch with duck decoys  back in 2018, then wrote a followup post in 2019.  After a pandemic year interval, I headed north again, and found a huge increase in the number of painted decoys (photo above).

There was no town nearby in which to make inquiries, so I had to wait until getting back from my vacation - but then I was rewarded with the discovery of a Minnesota television station's report on this phenomenon.  The video is done in the style of Steve Hartman's "On the Road" segments for CBS News.  This turns out not to be an "art installation" - let's just call it a "whimsy."

I invite you to take 3 minutes to watch this video report.  I guarantee it will be the most cheerful item you encounter on the internet today.


Addendum 2021:  I stopped to visit the ditch ducks on my way north last week.  Looks like there are a couple more than last year -


It's one of the high points on my trip, and a cheerful sight - especially when you know the backstory in the video.

Addendum 2023:  The ducks are still there -


- although the stress of migration appears to have been too much for one of them:


And I see the site is now well-documented on Google Maps:


Lots of photos [better than mine] at the Google Maps site.  Visitors should note that there is crude, off-road, parking several hundred yards north of the ditch - much safer than parking on the shoulder of the highway.

Good dog


Daisy with some of the 155 discs she has retrieved from the woods next to a disc golf course.  Story at the Washington Post.
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