A sunny, warmish autumn day. Our high was 70F.
It seems I need less sleep than I've been getting. More and more, I see that the less I sleep, the better I feel and the better I am able to work. I'm starting to see that I need 4-5 hours/day of sleep, and when I start going over that, I feel like crap and my productivity plummets. Anyway, four hours last night, 1,289 words on The Night Watchers. The about two hours picking the Bashi Marl sample. Which is cool and all, but my paleo' time ought to be going to MP 2.0, the second mosasaur paper.
Speaking of mosasaurs, wouldn't it be cool to have "throat teeth?" Mosaasaurs did, as visible in the cast of a Tylosaurus proriger, from Hale County, Alabama, seen below.
This afternoon I watched the first three episodes of the new PBS series, Ancient Earth, and it's really very good. I'll watch the last two tomorrow. Last night, new episodes of For All Mankind and Lessons and Chemistry. I begin to fear that even if the latter finally finds focus and figures out pacing, it will never survive it penchant for excessive, syrupy earnestness. But I am still not giving up, mess though it may be.
Kathryn and I have stayed away from eBay for about a year and half, switching to
the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, eBay fees have gotten so high. But we're gonna experiment and wade back in with
a copy of The Variegated Alphabet (SubPress, 2021). Illustrated by John Ken Mortensen, it's a gorgeous volume. Have a look.
The violent explosion of antisemitism in America and Europe since the Hamas attack on Israeli has, at times, left me all but speechless, and I have said far too little about it. I will, though, point you to this article,
"The Vile Lies of Antisemitism." Among other things, it addresses Elon Musk's recent slavering, rabid bullshitery:
“You have said the actual truth,” was Musk’s response to a post that trafficked in the vile conspiracy theory that a cabal of American Jews has encouraged “hordes of minorities” to “flood” the United States as a means of displacing the white race.
I mean, this is some "The Protocols of the Elders of Zion" level lunacy. If there is a Hell (of the sort so many Xtians are obsessed with), maybe Mr. Musk will spend it among the hooked "throat teeth" of mosasaurs, gnawed for all eternity.
Later Tater Bugs,
Aunt Beast
12:28 p.m. (day before day before yesterday)