This week could not have only been 7 days long. It felt like forty. Two ER visits, scrambling to line up care, administrative bullshit. (Don't fall at 88, people. Just don't.) (He's ok, but he has a hairline fracture in his wrist and a concussion.) Plus getting just ridiculously behind at work as a result, with attendant scatterbrainedness.
So I have quite a linkspam backlog.
The honeyguide bird leads people to bees' nests, where the people take the honey. But do the people then reward the bird for its service?
The Hadza of Tanzania don't. In a society where your human neighbor's next meal depends on a bird staying hungry, refusing to feed it is, as Wood sums up, "the good thing to do." It's less about interspecies greed, and more about keeping the communal tools sharp. Fascinating article, touching on "Naturefaking", which those of us who grew up watching Marlin Perkins may find interesting.
Interesting essay about the history of Velazquez's Las Meninas, which I recall seeing in Madrid:
Picture Perfect. Free audio of a course on
the US Civil War and Reconstruction at Yale. I took Economic Anthropology in college, and we read several books that both stuck with me and challenged how I thought about the world. One of them was
Sweetness and Power by Sidney Mintz. Thank you, Professor Mintz, and may you rest in peace.
538 has a long piece titled
What Went Wrong in Flint. (You mean, besides the fact that it's a poor, majority-black city that could be safely ignored?)
A propos of too many conversations I've had recently, given that most of my friends are men and women of about my own age, often with children or aging parents:
Get Your Shit Together. Which I need to do for myself, oh yes.
Well,
about damned time. Midichlorian Rhapsody. The nerds over at Lawyers, Guns, and Money are doing a
weekly feature on the People's History of the Marvel Universe. Huh.
Calories are Broken. Huh.
A sure way to
cheer you up this morning. (Or evening. Or whatever.) Although
this image might be even better. Poor puppy!
I don't have the fortitude (or enough pans) to make a six-layer cake, but the base cake batter in
this pumpkin ginger cake looks pretty tempting. Maybe just two layers, with a cream cheese frosting?
Holy crap:
this is my life, as it is for a lot of you all, I know.
Every time I think my work environment is non-functional or difficult, I shall re-open
this link, and thank my lucky stars that at least we don't have dunce caps.
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I am seriously worried about this election, so between that & my Dad, I'm weeks behind on some television. Instead I'm watching (and rewatching) The Great British BakeOff. So soothing.
Crossposted from
DW, where there are
comments; comment here or
there.