but that’s me all over.
“The bees make it,” noted Andrew. He knew I’d dig the bees.
Also, the upright rabbit kind of reminds me of Andrew.
Happy Easter, happy spring, everyone!
To encourage the honeybees to communicate, Dyck strategically adds wax or honey, propolis or hand-made honeycomb patterns to the objects prior to placing them into their hives. After the bees start building honeycombs over the object, Dyck would coax them into specific shapes by adding or deleting wax.
(via Amusing Planet)
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I didn’t know this when I started this blog, but apparently I make GIFs. Most of them are of wildlife and things I find funny or interesting.
Although there are probably too many images of ladybugs expressing physical love, you should take a look. I didn’t link any of the site’s images here because, you know, GIFs can make you go a little insane after a while.
Well, I guess it’s okay if I put some below the fold:
Can someone please draw me a picture of a social or colonial spider?
Even the humble dung beetle, its life spent barely an inch above the ground, pushing balls of waste, steers by starlight.
“Dung steered by the stars,” as my longtime friend Steve said.
Or, as Oscar Wilde wrote in “Lady WIndermere’s Fan”:
DUMBY. I don’t think we are bad. I think we are all good, except Tuppy.
LORD DARLINGTON. No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
This is where we go when we follow the water. Down it flows—that’s science—and we race it to the ocean. Not quickly enough. The stream dwindles to mud that shines and then dulls. I feel as if I can hear the waves wash the rocks, just past where the pastures rise. We were so close this time. We’ll try again another day. Tomorrow’s weather forecast says rain.
If you are in or near NYC, you have time to get to apexart for the first performance of Songs for People I Will Never See Again, a new live multimedia show by Lucy Foley, accompanied by her four-piece band. Sound design and additional music composition are by Lucy’s collaborator Ross Bonadonna, and instrumentation will include guitars, steel pan, synthesizers, laptops, toy piano, and clarinets, with a driving and playful rhythm section. There’ll be live and recorded music, projected imagery, and a spoken word narrative. It’s at 6:30 PM, and it’s FREE!
Once a moth flew into my moth. Then it flew out, a sorrier and damper moth.
— Sheila Ryan (@Cirinda) May 23, 2012
Have you ever caught a firefly in your mouth?I collected 13.My head gleaming, I was a beacon for my animal friends.
— Tilda Swinton (@NotTildaSwinton) May 23, 2012
I meant to say that a moth flew into my mouth.
The Provisional Atlas of the UK’s Larger Moths, published in December, is based on the first 11 million moth records collated by the National Moth Recording Scheme and represents a landmark in moth recording.
I posted this mainly because I love the title of the book, I love the idea of 11 million moth records, and I love the notion of a National Moth Recording Scheme. Also, what’s not to like about a landmark in moth recording?
Made by Hand is a great series of short films about people who devote themselves to the art and craft of making or doing something well. The knife maker video posted at kottke.org is a fine example. This episode is about Brooklyn beekeeper Megan Paska.
Local farmer Megan Paska has witnessed beekeeping as it morphed from an illegal (and possibly crazy) habit to a sustainable, community-supported skill. Mirroring beekeeping’s own ascendance, she found more than just a living: “This is the first time in my life when I’ve just felt absolutely on the right path.”
My same friend Susan who brought us the critically acclaimed Omega Institute in Your Pants, 2010 edition today supplied the following list, from the book Owlet Caterpillars of Eastern North America by David L. Wagner, Dale F. Schweitzer, J. Bolling Sullivan, and Richard C. Reardon:
Feeble Grass Moth
The Little Wife
At the height of the Battle of Alcaniz on May 23, 1809, as he was about to give the order for a desperate charge by French troops into the center of the Spanish line, Col. P.F.M.A. Dejean happened to glance down.
The air around him was thick with gunpowder and blood, but on a flower beside a stream, he saw something unusual. A beetle. Species unknown. He immediately dismounted, collected it, and pinned the specimen to the cork he had glued inside his helmet.
The first lines of The Species Seekers by Richard Conniff, which came out yesterday.
Males of the Micronecta scholtzi species serenade their sweethearts with a three-part song made by rubbing their genitalia against their abdomens, but it remains a mystery how or why the creatures make such a loud mating call.
It’s a mantisfly, family Mantispidae. It’s a member of the order Neuroptera . . . and not a praying mantis.
Cindy and I have been saying this word all day:
A Deely Bobber (also Deeley Bobber) is a novelty item of headgear comprising a headband to which are affixed two springy protrusions resembling the antennae of insects or of stereotypical little green men. These “antennae” may be topped with simple plastic shapes or more elaborate and fanciful decorations, such as mini pom poms or light emitting diodes. The name “deely bobber” is a genericized trademark; other names include deely-boppers, bonce boppers, or space boppers; In June 1982, The New York Times headline called them Martian antennae.
They were invented by Steven Askin in 1981 based on the “Killer Bees” costumes on Saturday Night Live.
I’ve heard the phrase, “What’s the deely bop?”