I know it’s a bookstore price, but still, it’s the most expensive book I’ve ever seen in a book store. $3500 for the two volume set. It was under glass so I wasn’t able to see the dates. Vols. II-IV are Engles works, not Marx’s.
BUT STILL!! $3500. That’s enough money to make fucking Marx & Engles roll over Beethoven.
Thanks to the J-Man for spotting this, and for proclaiming to the folks at Books on Bay (or whatever) that this was perhaps the most awesome testament to free market capitalism EVER.
of Mr. & Mrs. Beaver’s lodge. So I thought I’d stop by and start up a conversation. … ”
There are a number of ways to enter into this conversation. For example, if you hold a piece of paper, or your hand, over what is obviously neck, you will see a rabbit.
For example, the bird’s eyes are offset by 180°. Gosh. Does anyone remember what birds’ visual systems look like? They have LGNs, right? Or no?
For example, the bird’s eyes are offset by 180°. Wow. What would it be like to navigate a world when you don’t really have a focal point? A fovea? But you have off the hook peripheral vision?
Do blue heron’s have different eye colors?
If so, do females have a preference for male eye color?
What’s with those ‘walk-like-an-Egyptian’ neck feathers?
How many vertebrae?
From tip of the beak (including eyes) to … shoulders, how many muscles? What are their origins and insertions?
Are blue heron sexually dimorphic? [Insert a pile of entry-level questions.]
And thinking of sex… . What is their lifestyle and family organization? Mono? Polygo? Serially monogamous? Who incubates the eggs? Who raises the little ones?
Now, let’s focus our attention on that beak because that beak rivals a pelican’s. There are those who would say it is specialized for lakes and ponds which would be a really stupid thing to say because it is specialized for the sort of fish who live in lakes and ponds.
Which have adapted to lakes and ponds.
If this is where you live, and you are a bird who lives on fish, and you can’t catch the fish who live in your local lake or pond, you will die. And even if you managed, in your younger days, to procreate, your progeny’s beaks will not be specialized to dine on the fine fish in your local lake or pond and then your progeny will die. …
I did that right, didn’t I?
I can never get evo-devo story quite right and truth be told, I stopped thinking about it years ago.
USEFUL, BUT STILL SAD. Adulting School Teaches Young Adults Grown-Up Skills. “Get your car’s oil changed? That’s adulting. Cook dinner instead of order takeout? That’s adulting. And now a new school in Maine, called the Adulting School, is dedicated to teaching skills like these to fledgling adults so they can become successful grown-ups. The school offers private social media groups and live events at local bars and restaurants. At these events, attendees can learn skills like how to network as a pro or how to fold a fitted sheet. Carly Bouchard, 29, sat among a couple of dozen young adults sipping drinks at a Portland restaurant and hoping to uncover their true financial self. ‘I’m a financial cripple,’ Bouchard said. Although she went to business school, Bouchard said, she now needs the Adulting School.”
The trick is to use your shoulder (right shoulder if you’re right-handed) to hold in place two coupled elastic-banded corners (i.e., the pockets on a side’s top and bottom) as you reach out for the other two and couple them. You then couple all four (two couples), turn the margins inward to de-pocket the mess, and fold.
I learned by watching my mother. Don’t these people have mothers?
Related: How to properly– and crisply– gift wrap a rectangular package.
Imagine my surprise upon discovering that I am in Missouri.
This is not the sort of mistake I make. Indeed, I asked, “Missouri or Kansas?” as I was checking on the weather. I was told Kansas but, “It’s all one big thing.”
It may be but I am in Missouri. Missouri is a stupid state.
AND NOW Mr. Big Food is telling me that Missouri is also where Branson is. Branson! In the Ozarks. Where all of the has-beens go to sing. That’s in Arkansas. You know, Ar-Kansas. As in Hope. And Hot Springs.
I need to brush up on my geography. I’m better than New Yorkers are at this sort of thing
but clearly the fact that I am in Missouri rather than Kansas indicates that I have some work to do.