tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77354132349370933782024-03-18T22:47:45.230-07:00le bleu naturalistedecompositionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-49726526133362575922010-07-08T07:32:00.000-07:002010-07-08T07:45:09.407-07:00leviathan melvillei<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwt3vPG4Iaylj24l7Jv4pNQ7x1F5LYNLFPYU9KLV04FP8KY-Dm3lDcKSwGcnFVR4xlzWSGdtt3GA2O3iCQl9dHeJzerU_1WPajekqoobVaU7gH4sdZ4plYxRMoCIwmLhiz-EpRxLeHZKt/s1600/mobydick.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKwt3vPG4Iaylj24l7Jv4pNQ7x1F5LYNLFPYU9KLV04FP8KY-Dm3lDcKSwGcnFVR4xlzWSGdtt3GA2O3iCQl9dHeJzerU_1WPajekqoobVaU7gH4sdZ4plYxRMoCIwmLhiz-EpRxLeHZKt/s320/mobydick.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491544060643355282" /></a><br /><a href="http://http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/01/melville-gets-giant-preda_n_632120.html"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/01/melville-gets-giant-preda_n_632120.html">old school monster</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-73319640334752433662010-07-06T14:56:00.001-07:002010-07-06T15:11:02.965-07:00"Girls don't say cool things," in reviewWhen I am feeling bored, or restless, or lonely, or, as the circumstances are now--dying of heat stroke--I occasionally read people's livejournals. They're mostly people I knew once and am no longer friends with. This is almost always a mistake.<br /><br />A guy I went to high school with, we'll just call him FARTE, has spent the last five years attending college, developing a severe alcohol problem, and trying to commit suicide. Other activities include: getting kicked out of his apartment, hitting his stepfather, and going to jail. Hm. Once (before the jail thing) he drunkenly texted me telling me he NEEDED TO SLEEP ON MY FLOOR, and when I told him no, he told me HE WAS GOING TO FIND MY LAWN AND SLEEP ON IT. I wasn't really too worried, since I don't think he could even remember where I lived given the constancy of his drunken stupor, but still. Later in his livejournal he recounted the event, with a "fuck you" addressed to me. Please note that the bastard hadn't tried to contact me for years.<br />Anyway, I just read it again, seeing as it's been a while, and he has a post in which he states that though he doesn't "like" being a sexist, he has accepted that he is one. He then goes on to explain that girls don't ever say anything worth remembering, the exception to this rule being two statements he records...only one of which is actually insightful (i.e. "farte, you are an emotional black hole.")<br /><br />What a dick. a dick face. I bet girls said a bunch of great thing that either sounded a little too poignant to him, or that he was too drunk to remember.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-11753237236584874242010-01-27T13:30:00.000-08:002010-01-27T14:15:40.834-08:00Grad School Possibilities: The Process Begins<span style="font-size:85%;">So.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I finished my MA thesis this past semester, and handed it in on Dec. 1st. I have to say that overall, though I'm very satisifed with my thesis committee, my general experience as an MA student was not satisfactory.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Now that I'm beginning to think about PhD programs seriously, to pick and choose what schools to apply to, and most importantly, to begin thinking about my writing sample, I realize just how lacking my program was.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For example:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">On the MA website, they list four "concentrations." These concentrations sound sophisticated and relevant.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1. Literature, Modernity, and the Contemporary</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2. Theoretical Constructs</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">3. Cultural, Transcultural, and Global Studies</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">4. Writing Practices: Poetics, Rhetorics, and Technologies</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">However, no one ever discussed these "concentrations" with me, nor was I asked to choose one. Now that I'm trying to figure out what my area of interest will be, I realize that I am at an accute disadvantage. I must first really focus my interests, read more in my subject area, and write or rewrite something in that field for my writing sample. And that something has to be amazing. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But this whole concentration business is really just the tip of the iceberg. I did a combined BA/MA program, but was never oriented as an MA student. In fact, I NEVER MET THE MA ADVISOR FACE TO FACE, THE ENTIRE TWO YEARS IN THE PROGRAM. How is this possible? She had me call her for advisement the first 2 semesters, and the second two semesters she had the graduate secretary give me cpns for the courses, SANS ADVISEMENT. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I read an article recently that told students applying to grad school to 'beware' of programs that admit MA students in order to fund their PhD students. And I certainly think that is what happened to me. I found out today that the graduate student organization in english is actually open to MA students, but I was never told this, and actually I was prohibited from taking part in any elections or meetings. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The one event that I believe speaks most clearly to the overall neglect and general shittiness of the MA student program occured the day I handed in my MA thesis, Dec. 1st.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The graduate secretary (the only staff member who actually HELPED ME and gave me much needed information) told me a week before the thesis was due that I had to have the MA Advisor sign my submittal form, in addition to my director and second reader. I immediately emailed the MA Advisor, and even though thanksgiving break hadn't begun yet, she was already away on vacation. She told me that she would be "too busy" Mon, Nov. 30, to sign the form, but that she'd sign it tues (the day it was due). My committee signed the form before break, like responsible people.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">On Dec. 1st I went to the graduate secretary's office, and she told me that the MA Advisor was in <em>her</em> office, and that she hadn't signed the form yet (this is at 12:30 pm). I walked over to her office. The door was open, the chair was pushed away from the desk, but she wasn't there. So I waited for about 15 minutes. Then the graduate secretary peeked out her door, realized I was still waiting and asked "She's still not back? Ok, we're going to go find her." So there I was, following the graduate secretary around the third floor, searching for the MA advisor. Finally Brenda (the secretary) finds her in the copy room and tells her that she forgot to sign the form. She said to Brenda, "Ok! I'll do it in a minute. I'm busy and I can't stop right now." So we return to Brenda's office (which is diagonal from the copy room), and wait another 20 minutes (during which we had a really interesting conversation about "rice cookers"--apparently the best tool with which to make mashed potatoes). Finally Brenda exclaims "This is ridiculous! I'm so sorry!" and leaves the office to find her again. Apparently, the advisor had left the copy room and entered A MEETING. Brenda had to bring her the form and had to make her sign it in the meeting.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There are only two periods of time in which the MA advisor must attend to her students: the week or two weeks of advisement, and the day the thesis is handed in. This advisor abandoned her advisement responsibilities, simply letting me register for whatever I wanted, and was barely available on the day the thesis was due (or the week before). And she doesn't even know who I am. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm wondering if I should write a general letter to the Dean of Graduate Studies. There are only about 2, sometimes 3 students completing MA theses a semester, so is it really so much to ask--that we simply are not neglected?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just to be clear: I am not a crappy student. On the contrary, in order to be admitted into the BA/MA program (supposedly) one must display academic maturity and have a GPA in the major of at least a 3.5. My undergrad GPA was a 3.77, my grad GPA was a 4.0, and my GPA within the major was a 3.99. I was on the Dean's List for 9 semesters, presented at an undergrad conference, was nominated for the Chancellor's Award twice, and received the Vivian C. Hopkins Scholarship Award in 2009, given to one English Major who displays excellence in scholarship (this is the 'big' undergraduate award of the year). I know several professors liked me and thought I had a good deal of potential. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wtf?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Academic resentments aside--now the process begins. My list of schools is quite small right now, and contains some highly competitive programs that I probably won't get into. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Duke (literature)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">UC Berkeley</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">University of Maryland</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Brown</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Penn State</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">SUNY Buffalo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My grades are good enough (I believe) to get me over the first hurdle in the application process. I read an article by a professor who works in admissions of PhD students, and she said that there are normally 300-400 applicants, and that all but 100 are eliminated first if they do not meet the minimum GPA and GRE scores (unless their recommendations are amazing). The remaining 100 are judged based on the recommendations and writing samples, and their potential 'fit' with the dept.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So what can I do right now? Study for the GRE's, and start to think about my area of interest and writing sample.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I believe I could cull an excellent sample from my MA thesis, one that shows original thought and scholarly potential. However, it is a bit removed from what I *think* will be my subject area (18th century american) as it is about biopolitics, race, landscape & hurricane katrina.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hm.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So far I've found some great online resources:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">vade mecum</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">number2.com</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and a few others I can't remember. Also, there are relevant livejournal communities, including one for the gre in lit. The other is a lounge for english people, a spinoff of 'who got in.'</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-7297746757524744112009-10-07T14:44:00.000-07:002009-11-15T11:14:31.365-08:00exploding pumpkins<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">In the 1800's, farmers began to dabble in the art of growing giant pumpkins. Apparently since this time, through breeding hubbard squashes with types of large orange pumpkins, the pumpkin breeders and hobbyists have arrived at a species of giant pumpkin, known as the<em> Atlantic Giant</em> or <em>curcurbita maxima</em>. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But according to NPR, a "bizarre phenomenon has been plaguing New England--exploding pumpkins." These giant pumpkins grow so fast that explode, often in the middle of the night.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Think about that the next time you deign to walk in a giant pumpkin patch at the midnight hour.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=95603520">http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=95603520</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 440px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Third_Party_Photo/2008/10/03/giant-pumpkin__1223055457_6156.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Apparently, there is an entire world unknown to me about giant pumpkins. Not only have they been invovled in countless growing contests, but they also have nautical uses. One man has carved himself a ship out of a pumpkin. Roald Dahl must have known about this.</span><br /></p><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.paddlinginstructor.com/images/stories/blog/leo_swinimer_giant_pumpkin.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-27179484958301866802009-09-29T20:45:00.001-07:002009-09-29T20:49:32.792-07:00overgrown<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEAzAaFJ5qEf3JnXpgpsKUhUIvt3zVoOjRPyw-6jfeB1LQNC-4I4-YPukGmq8wjlsBje7h_ooLTdqxhOJB6rutxLVWWt-sNA1qE9kXKfJrJxzXDPuErrBuEq112kBQnjQa4Fw0QiycpFZ/s1600-h/gardencars+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387102535913579266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEAzAaFJ5qEf3JnXpgpsKUhUIvt3zVoOjRPyw-6jfeB1LQNC-4I4-YPukGmq8wjlsBje7h_ooLTdqxhOJB6rutxLVWWt-sNA1qE9kXKfJrJxzXDPuErrBuEq112kBQnjQa4Fw0QiycpFZ/s320/gardencars+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">My front yard is overgrown and undertrimmed. But I think it looks lovely.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-60795926175701940262009-07-26T11:53:00.000-07:002009-07-26T11:57:17.659-07:00une chauve-souris<span style="font-size:85%;">Last night my roommate woke up at 1 am to find my crazed cats chasing a bat around the living room. The bat flew into the pantry and disappeared, and despite our best efforts to find it--we banged around and knocked things over for half an hour--the bat was no where to be found. Then about an hour later, I hear my cat jumping up and down in the kitchen; I pulled the curtain back a little to see, and a BAT was flying around in circles. It was not a small bat. It rested on a blanket for a second and my other cat, who is slightly retarded, tried to attack it, albeit inefficiently. The bat flew around some more, and then stopped; I thought it had landed somewhere near the sink. But the bat had disappeared again. And now it's somewhere in my house sleeping. Until tonight.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-56321764887780693812009-07-23T16:06:00.000-07:002009-07-23T16:19:30.188-07:00thai<div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuCx16IG-jV4EimjgvkI6d8-8FpFub8pF-q4GybBk8w-HLzVL5gGBxOSvgEwSxl1ED_EF9Qae_VL6vZXLpGbYo8-SEE49tbPOVHc49Vn0LCRSnJ5OeYWicPhVqOz2b8g269Eu82lP8-wp/s1600-h/july+09+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361797180047060146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuCx16IG-jV4EimjgvkI6d8-8FpFub8pF-q4GybBk8w-HLzVL5gGBxOSvgEwSxl1ED_EF9Qae_VL6vZXLpGbYo8-SEE49tbPOVHc49Vn0LCRSnJ5OeYWicPhVqOz2b8g269Eu82lP8-wp/s320/july+09+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">I went to a Thai restaurant yesterday with mindy and got musman curry. It was delicious.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">It was served with a tidy square of rice.</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361798195094612354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitStshLHoRB5A9H9bbED6bhqmiOq7UuuAAkDm5LaYg1K-KkChleVpbVpVjPNy51AtqivsT_XAaj78XMLMUb8QjmyjaByDpq23h9jdnZc_PMBgDjUfOD_wreIa_fzlgMi2pht0QFPgRZf4z/s320/july+09+005.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">And I got a green salad with ginger dressing.</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361799127103003762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdeR_LmJ4X51oY175ykL9cBaIFu68J6qI3fWv3kDaFJMtZao184cMbMq74V0vYmSFNodXKYjpojzqg1pjWLCBLUuzOSOukztnVk_fOy3pIa_-mvNoSWjWmbtth3t9c6IQiK-Ct4AedcnU/s320/july+09+003.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-62554627855256245232009-07-22T11:00:00.000-07:002009-07-22T11:31:04.030-07:00courtyards<span style="font-size:85%;">I went to a lake last week to go camping. It's a state park and very large; there are trails and ponds and bridges, etc. There were animals everywhere, including</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">three deer ` a harry woodpecker ` a beaver ` a woodchuck ` seagulls of course ` chipmunks ` cardinals ` a raven! ` two foxes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">The foxes were particularly exciting. I saw one fox seven years ago, but two is special. They were crossing the rt 31 at dusk to get a drink from the lake. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There was also an old covered bridge from the 19th century when the park was a private home. There were names carved into the walls. Lots of hearts with one + one other, and a few slanders mixed in, like "Mike G. is Gay." </span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361349009631147954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqm5d2T0Sgotym4gprvMp4IJSxvor6Wo92xhnCN_S3tK74hp-rPnALkQoPTpDdPZVNtUoSsy03Ab_DekbV3aKDHp7lwGflo5FOpWcBE-gNDW9Cj180TIEcy4Rc0sHdSZjxc51YuFAe8cM/s320/cam+236.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361349307182692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-pdN8JfAQ15A1uIJH8IdJSYn-ZODUke1o2ea_4xT33LFjFBQ94j2TbR03-F3hMXIItwcDtTEn64astMOwC4Fokc5Ck-WEldsvj1kL1CLUuVg8JquA4ypzoxeoLh0v0ILnZ2TFsR8Q5bjk/s320/cam+240.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Cooperstown is definately a homophobic place. Or at least the tourists are. I kissed my girlfriend on the beach and a fat cow in a waterproof moo moo yelled "This isn't a gay beach!" And so I looked at her and she hid her head in her hands. I kissed her again and the woman yelled "Oh my god! Ew!" But she wouldn't look at me.</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Later we went into town to get coffees; we were walking and holding hands and after he passed a man said "up next, the homo show." Very orignal, stranger. Hope you're satisfied with yourself.</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">The woods were very beautiful, but the mosquitos almost bled us dry. It seemed like there were a million little creeks running under every pile of stones and every fallen tree.</span><br /><br /></p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361350908404842274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVp9i2BPq43n3vV-VeeMMrA7u1YE1KQawS616QgOv3NVu-Np03Xt8staDbqeYQJCxsay9QBv1HoZNGPrMV7XK6_akMxVKc1xrJuj6E3y9zsgchDJvSa52yRMC87maz-TZYZNwNKzYgYTFP/s320/cam+252.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">The people at the coffee shop and the general store were friendly though. And in the middle of the town there is a beautiful courtyard. My girlfriend said it looked like the ones in Paris, where there are little courtyards are everywhere. I thought it was especially lovely because there were only three colors--green and gray and black.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361352326181544546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudsAke59u_f39L3KOg3_w_l6Qr9YzPE0JbGLV1oQZ_28oIWpfsXK2FREmgvArE61YdqMoHQ7_taZumJA_x1iIZfKVI23cnBW3qfSuJZbGjMzvLUoyq__PqLt2a4uoiRysW4RCwcmjLmo9/s320/cam+159.JPG" border="0" /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-70508010359839842472009-07-21T13:28:00.000-07:002009-07-21T13:30:29.035-07:00les champignons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif49pr_pLQcD7_U6GiRj3Ifuvd0wnpd4q5GLB9nJ8xhmmN58Kyvc7lpx7M7RGu2FiM2eGUcddq965Af7yhwevGsgIwrUTVfhYuMqSqwW0QaR7MeSA9KyHm5NtgNnRnWxfHxHo6T8Bnfx0q/s1600-h/cam+222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361013449411205362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif49pr_pLQcD7_U6GiRj3Ifuvd0wnpd4q5GLB9nJ8xhmmN58Kyvc7lpx7M7RGu2FiM2eGUcddq965Af7yhwevGsgIwrUTVfhYuMqSqwW0QaR7MeSA9KyHm5NtgNnRnWxfHxHo6T8Bnfx0q/s320/cam+222.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-9209213482079007322009-07-20T20:14:00.000-07:002009-07-20T20:21:08.605-07:00moss<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeUcoa47X0el7pwYmDx4v7tU4x2oWvPZi9cZdw-RyF4MgaZU_2eRmektTgoHNLba2nWNk1OHIytGB8YP8Bis3Dt6euoTLXxf9t1g_8jVFhR8jpM7NByMdxzCaeAizC9AGPt8RGZN8ZamQ/s1600-h/cam+225.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360747095939287282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeUcoa47X0el7pwYmDx4v7tU4x2oWvPZi9cZdw-RyF4MgaZU_2eRmektTgoHNLba2nWNk1OHIytGB8YP8Bis3Dt6euoTLXxf9t1g_8jVFhR8jpM7NByMdxzCaeAizC9AGPt8RGZN8ZamQ/s320/cam+225.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">life on a picnic table.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360747586283645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrv0veCPCSgFrCom7nwNLr5Jr6fqgs4lJLXgOHVJIIRcw7GW3DdTCZp9r2clMTcxmt7Yyd__1tm3274dO5qO5qmhxN92VpZiF4oM-5oHM8hN9gytyzcKicYhP2bNbirSkkXOpmR4Ux-DsY/s320/cam+228.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">picnic table graveyard.</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735413234937093378.post-80241444131720090792009-07-20T10:24:00.000-07:002009-07-20T11:20:57.081-07:00atmospheric pressure<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZ7cF8513cjSlwr0he6RHumbdrajxynH0UXGsPNrNAOUcv_Ptm97GcV9FIDZabyyTyt9dxYL58r0wl1K0Q7csk1SgNVU7vbUd7lUBgfzy3wZjNTiz0HeWJzim9UC2TNEbeVTx-TerjvyN/s1600-h/cam+074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360597348251491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZ7cF8513cjSlwr0he6RHumbdrajxynH0UXGsPNrNAOUcv_Ptm97GcV9FIDZabyyTyt9dxYL58r0wl1K0Q7csk1SgNVU7vbUd7lUBgfzy3wZjNTiz0HeWJzim9UC2TNEbeVTx-TerjvyN/s320/cam+074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Apocolyptic weather scares my cats. They climb on the window screens like tree frogs and make cawing noises. Atmospheric pressure blurs specie lines.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><em>felis-catus---->agalychnis callidryas</em></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Apocolyptic weather is bad for my brain and for my cats, not only because screens are expensive to replace but also because frogs are dying by the millions; species are going extinct every day. According to the <span style="color:#33cc00;">amphibian ark</span> :</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><br /></span></p><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Addressing the amphibian extinction crisis represents the<br />greatest species conservation challenge in the history of humanity. One third to<br />one half of all amphibian species are threatened with extinction, with probably<br />more than 120 already gone in recent years."</span><br /><br /></span></blockquote><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Habitat destruction is the main cause of amphibian extinction. </span><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Wetlandus-Marshus---->Coporatus Targetus.</em></span><br /><br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">But amphibians have special skin; they breathe through their skin. And they also absorb any toxins in water through their skin. And they have tiny bodies that can't handle a lot of poision.</span></p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360603455128375826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYdUNoD_qQL4E1mtPLWvAVeTkEd5p-CEPlsFY8QUwShUKYhnShm7AKPzvKnEGCTPCsLlat4_dStxatQN7-dRJgCx6CY7S1n0Zy4jKJ-EROfUOosbBEl9kVupytDwbhWIpmkBJPczzZlo8/s320/treefrog.jpg" border="0" /></span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360605533336691634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uMhtxdb-BfNPsN7uLmGh3YqAlSwDRbSl0Ga3WotWdfI1Ben74MbolXdsPnt1NP3ZJxkAmLn8nMDl-zLUcMQOE5fxoRiuF439cUyoxenQi4zNbfco04peI-SLbNB-VRUDWOaQZbVR6UwN/s320/whitestreefrog.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0