I feel like a sort of old-fashioned naturalist, looking at the same plants every morning and seeing them change through the seasons. The leaves are nearly gone from the trees now; the other day, it even snowed. For two and a half months before that I’d been watching the same milkweed plant every morning, and I wrote about that plant for The Last Word on Nothing.
This year for Thanksgiving the People of LWON decided to offer our thanks in a slightly different format: by hand. Read our thanks (if you can read our handwriting).
In addition to the thanks I mentioned there, I’m also thankful that some of my friends told me about spatchcocking. My turkey cooked fast and it was delicious.
I think I might be late to this party: I’ve only recently started really hating the whole thing where we change the time twice a year.
I used to at least appreciate the extra hour of sleep in fall. I suppose it’s a combination of things that led to this change of heart: all those times I forgot to reset my camera clock, so all the timestamps were off; getting old and being more susceptible to jet lag; realizing that I will never, ever know what time it is in Melbourne.
These things have led to this conclusion: Daylight Savings is stupid. We should pick one time and stick with it. I wrote a mildly coherent rant about time zones, daylight savings, and my grumpiness for The Last Word on Nothing.
I’ve been working since July at Palladian Partners, a company in Silver Spring, Md. I’m so happy with it–the people are nice, the work is interesting and varied, and the commute is wonderful. Recently I wrote a blog post for our parent company Altarum‘s website about diabetes–specifically, some of the ways that Palladian has been communicating information about diabetes.
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!
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.
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?
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.
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.
Here’s a closeup:
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.