I’m starting a new project: Ecology Journal Club. The idea is to write short bits of real English about the research I find interesting, explaining to the wider world why it’s cool and why it matters. Still in the development phase, please let me know what you think.
I was inspired by the thought of Obama’s portrait being added to the ranks of all those old white men, beloved fathers of the country, forgotten historical oddities, leaders both great and imperfect. His face will be quite an addition to that gallery.
A snapshot of our day on Nov. 4th: voting, watching returns an election party, and then heading up to the heart of Harlem, 125th st, where it felt like the whole city was watching the Jumbotron, then singing and dancing down the street. Amazing.
My first season of experience in wildland firefighting has revealed it to be addicting. What other role has you cutting down fat trees, working long hours for decent pay, and aping with your hommies on the hotter than hell fireline. What job has you saying things like ‘I’d follow that guy to hell and back’, and truly meaning it in a reasonable and sane manner, and not just as an e-jock-ulation? Despite the testosterone fueled workplace, the competitive atmosphere, and a completely depleted dirty joke repertoire, this is undoubtedly some of the best kind of fun there is…