"The more I disappear..."
And today was the one-year anniversary of that day.
On this day, January 6, 1931, geologists from Miskatonic University discover the Mountains of Madness and all the horror that entails...
Okay, well...I tried to start off with something light. I mean, that wasn't the weather. Speaking of which, cooler air has arrived, at least briefly. Our high today, with rain, was 57˚F. Our low tonight will be (drum roll) 22˚F.
I did not write today. I did, however, have a long phone conference with Drew and Jun about subdivisions of the Mooreville Chalk and the location of the Santonian/Campanian boundary in western and central Alabama, and that was the very, very best part of the day...by far. After that, it was an utter log flume. The Utter Log Flume, by Ogdred Weary.
Oh, look. Links to articles about the rise of fascism in America:
"Americans Aren't Hearing the 'Democracy in Danger' Alarm" (MSN)
~ and ~
"There Aren't Two Sides To a Story When One Is a Lie: Why the Media Must Defend Democracy" (MSN)
And shit I said on Twitter:
Trying, again, to comprehend the sort of people who would, by hacking & other means, sew chaos & suffering simply "for the LULZ." I'm hard pressed to think of any human sinking any lower than that, and it must surely be an expression of severe sociopathy (if not, simply, "evil).
~ and ~
Trying to think about Santonian/Campanian stratigraphic problems and plioplatecarpine mosasaur morphology, sane stuff, and my brain keeps getting dragged back to the insanity of QAnon and Trump and January 6th and science deniers and the GOP.
~ and ~
I've never shied from voting & civic duty. I spent a year doing nothing but reproductive rights activism. I've worked for 2 Democratic presidential campaigns. Right now I'd like to pretend science & my writing & the mind are safe havens where I can shut out the fear. They're not.
All I have for now. Check back tomorrow.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:21 p.m.
On this day, January 6, 1931, geologists from Miskatonic University discover the Mountains of Madness and all the horror that entails...
Okay, well...I tried to start off with something light. I mean, that wasn't the weather. Speaking of which, cooler air has arrived, at least briefly. Our high today, with rain, was 57˚F. Our low tonight will be (drum roll) 22˚F.
I did not write today. I did, however, have a long phone conference with Drew and Jun about subdivisions of the Mooreville Chalk and the location of the Santonian/Campanian boundary in western and central Alabama, and that was the very, very best part of the day...by far. After that, it was an utter log flume. The Utter Log Flume, by Ogdred Weary.
Oh, look. Links to articles about the rise of fascism in America:
"Americans Aren't Hearing the 'Democracy in Danger' Alarm" (MSN)
~ and ~
"There Aren't Two Sides To a Story When One Is a Lie: Why the Media Must Defend Democracy" (MSN)
And shit I said on Twitter:
Trying, again, to comprehend the sort of people who would, by hacking & other means, sew chaos & suffering simply "for the LULZ." I'm hard pressed to think of any human sinking any lower than that, and it must surely be an expression of severe sociopathy (if not, simply, "evil).
~ and ~
Trying to think about Santonian/Campanian stratigraphic problems and plioplatecarpine mosasaur morphology, sane stuff, and my brain keeps getting dragged back to the insanity of QAnon and Trump and January 6th and science deniers and the GOP.
~ and ~
I've never shied from voting & civic duty. I spent a year doing nothing but reproductive rights activism. I've worked for 2 Democratic presidential campaigns. Right now I'd like to pretend science & my writing & the mind are safe havens where I can shut out the fear. They're not.
All I have for now. Check back tomorrow.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:21 p.m.