i constantly encounter new orleans satire.  tonight, it was a rum-based drink called "the roseate spoonbill".  naturally, it was an event about the oil gusher that dominates all our lives (except for those who have dismissed it as background burner material ( Read more... )

the way creatures develop methods of communicating with each other is fascinating.  my bird has learned that screaming in the early morning just makes me cover my ears with the pillow.  now, at about 6:30 or 7:00, she flutters her wings, like a loud moth.  i'm a light sleeper, so i wake up.  she wants me to let her out of the cage so that she can ( Read more... )