I seem to get pooped on by birds a lot. Bird poop just finds me.
It didn’t actually occur to me until this week that this happens to me more than to most people. But I checked with my Facebook friends and can confirm that I get pooped on more than most people I know.
I wrote about it, of course, for The Last Word on Nothing. Read it and learn some fun facts about bird behinds!
On a Decade of Getting Pooped On By Birds
Since July, I’ve been working full time for a contractor. I’ve traded in the glamorous freelance life for a steady paycheck and a commute.
It’s going great. The work is interesting and the people are lovely. And I can still do a bit of freelance writing.
A few weeks ago for The Last Word on Nothing I wrote about that commute. Most days I walk to work in the morning, and some days I walk home, too. I see interesting things and it’s a lovely break in my day, plus yay for exercise.
Walking With Open Eyes
Posted in My Work
Ann Patchett has written several delightful novels. A few months ago I read Run. One character is a college student who is very serious about fish and works at the Harvard Natural History Museum. He takes a small relative down to the fish collection to help him put jars away. She is alarmed at the idea that people were still discovering new species. They discuss it, briefly. Then there’s this nice thing, in the narrator’s voice.
It unnerved her, the thought that things weren’t settled, that life itself hadn’t been completely pinned down to a corkboard and labeled. It made her feel cold, like anything could happen still. Why hadn’t someone taken the time to name all the fish, and how many more fish were there room for? The shelves were already burdened. This place was like a submarine, dark and gray with dozens of different sized pipes running back and forth over the ceiling. Where were they going to put that many more fish? It would be one thing if he was talking about a dozen or two dozen, but if the number just kept expanding year after year, decade after decade, it was only a matter of time before the fish would have to go upstairs and take over part of the space that belonged to the birds. Then Kenya had a thought that seemed more terrible still: What if they hadn’t found all the birds?
Posted in Museums
Tagged museum, museums
The local science writers’ group organizes a lot of cool events. Last weekend some of us spent a morning in Baltimore, checking out the jellyfish exhibit at the National Aquarium and touring a NOAA ship.
I might write about the NOAA ship later; for now, I’ve written about the jellyfish for The Last Word on Nothing.
That jellyfish at the left is a northern sea nettle. Isn’t it pretty?
There’s one video in the blog post. Here’s another:
Those are moon jellies, drifting in a tank in the lab.
These upside-down jellies share their tank with the amusingly-named blue blubber jelly.
The Floating World of Jellyfish
Photos and video: me
The other day I was walking down the street when I noticed something on my glasses. I took them off to wipe them and realized I’d managed to collide with the tiniest caterpillar I’ve ever seen.
Look how green it is!
Here’s a closeup:
I deposited the little guy on a hedge.
Friday evening was pleasantly cool here in Washington, and I had dinner outside one of my favorite restaurants, Jaleo, with a former neighbor who’s moved to New York. (So silly. Why must people move away?)
As we sat there, I heard a loud insect sound, looked up – and spotted this enormous beauty, high up on one of the restaurant’s huge windows.
I believe it’s a katydid.
photo: me. I would like to congratulate my Canon S95 on getting this shot.
Yesterday after my voice lesson I sat for a while outside Washington National Cathedral, listening to the bells ring. A bit of sleuthing on my phone told me there was some sort of change ringing convention in town. It was great to listen to. I’ve always thought change ringing was an incredibly cool hobby – all that noise – but I’m not sure I have the brain for the counting.
I went home and wrote about it for The Last Word on Nothing.
Sounds of Summer
Posted in My Work
Tagged insects, music
A story I’ve been working on since April came out this week. It’s about the effects of mercury pollution on bird songs. It appeared on the websites of both Environmental Health News and National Geographic. It also got a nice mention from the New York Times.
The story is mostly about the research of Dan Cristol, an ecologist at William and Mary. He started studying the effects of mercury contamination from an old DuPont factory on the birds in a tributary of the Shenandoah River a decade ago. He’s part of a big project, funded by DuPont.
For the story, I took the train to Williamsburg and spent an afternoon with Cristol there, meeting the zebra finches in the animal research facility. (So cute.) The next morning, he picked me up early for the 150-mile drive to the Shenandoah Valley, where he was meeting a professor and a grad student from another university to give them a tour of his field sites along the river. On the way back to Williamsburg in the afternoon, he dropped me off at Richmond to catch the train back to D.C.
Read the story: Heavy metal songs: Contaminated songbirds sing the wrong tunes
I have pretty much abandoned my Dictionary of the Week feature. In fact, I’ve neglected my whole blog lately. You see, I have a full-time job now, and it’s really hard to keep up with a blog when you’re at work for a big chunk of the day.
I mean, I worked all day when I was freelancing, but back then, writing for this blog was part of my work responsibilities.
This week for the Science Writers Handbook blog, I wrote about the dictionary I use the most, my Webster’s New World Dictionary. (Here’s the DotW I wrote about it in 2010.) I love that book.
Looking Up Words
Transcript of actual e-mail conversation between me and another contributor to The Last Word on Nothing, a little over a week ago:
Me: I’ve been particularly low on lwon ideas lately. Got anything for me?
Cameron: Ooooo…. I’m low, too. Something summer related?
Me: The total awesomeness of homemade ice cream? Not sure I have 500 words about that, though.
Her: I think it doesn’t have to be 500. You could look for some ice cream studies.
Me: Or mint studies. Mint chocolate chip is the best. It’s not my favorite flavor, it’s just *amazing* when it’s homemade with real mint leaves.
Her: Oooo, yes. When we did it at home we did a combo of mint leaves and mint extract, but now I feel like that was cheating! Do you just pulverize a lot of mint leaves?
Me: Yup! I don’t even pulverize them. I just kinda chop them. I use the Joy of Cooking recipe – when you’ve heated the milk and sugar, you turn off the heat, dump in the mint, cover it, and leave it for half an hour. Then you strain it. It’s amazing – it tastes so planty.
And that, girls and boys, is where essays come from.
Very Aromatic Plant Chocolate Chip