minor musings on the macrocosm
El 
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¡El Boneyard numero seis es ARRIBA a Pies Pescados! And don’t bother correcting my butchered Español please! Go check it out.
Oh yeah, and it’s heading over here in two weeks so send those paleo-themed posts to neil punto kelleyca a gmail punto com.
¡paz!
Boneyard #5 is up at The Ethical Palaeontologist (oh, fine. I plugged that extra vowel in). I think this is the first one to include inverts: Crinoids and [spit take] Hyoliths courtesy of Catalogue of Organisms! Sweet.
I failed to get off my rear and submit a proper post, but Julia snuck in my derivative collection of dinosaur dittys from a couple of weeks back. Thanks Julia!
I’ll see everyone here for round 6 or 7 in October! And in the meanwhile, keep your ears peeled for an upcoming post on the evolution of tympanic ears.
Namaste!
It’s like friggin Rio around here. The geologically minded have their own blog carnival now: The Accretionary Wedge. Issue no. 1 is now up at Clastic Detritus. The first issue has geo-bloggers musing over how/why they became geologists.
Though woefully late to the fore, I can’t resist, after all I have a bachelor’s degree…in geology! Just consider this the extraordinarily shallow, heavily-bioturbated, veneer of biogenic ooze atop the accretionary wedge.
Right. So without further ado, “Why am I a geologist?”
[all pictures copyright Jessica Oster except above and very bottom]
I am a nonconformist.
I am prone to erratic behavior.
I could blow my top at any moment.
I have a deep appreciation for the entrenched wisdom,
but I love the breakthroughs.
Most of all,
I just love the sense of scale.
Circus of the Spineless is up at Naturalist Notebook. Go check it out.
Right: Assassin bug (nymph?) sucking the juices out of an unlucky ant. Davis, CA.
Of blog posts? If you’re lucky.
But, we move in two days, so don’t count on it. The shot above is the Pozo schoolhouse, where my grandmother learned letters and figuring and such. In the background, the fronds of last Wednesday night’s electrical fury.
Just down the hill to the right, and back some seventy years, is the great-grandparents’ homestead
where we weathered the storm and listened to Nancy Sinatra and Lou Reed LPs. The Turkey Condors rattled their wings in the Ghost Pines and it sounded like thunder…
A complete account to come. Perhaps. While you’re waiting go take a draught off the latest lagerstatten, a.k.a Boneyard IV, a.k.a. Der Boneyardenhausensteinen over at When Pigs Fly Returns.
Those ready for their biweekly dose of permineralization action: Boneyard ver. 3 is up at Laelaps. Conspicuously absent from the record are Brian’s own slough of recent paleopostage, so here’s a stratigraphic sample:
Things you don’t want to meet down in the sewer.
Psittacosaurus goes to the hairdresser and comes back with extensions.
and,
You can’t write yourself out of prehistory Brian. The boneyard heads over to When Pigs Fly Returns in two weeks. See you there.
waiting for a tornado?
The Boneyard numero dos is up at Laelaps. Highlights: Chuck D. muses on some ‘diluvial’ mastodons in South America; Dr. Vector’s new game of one-up-manship; baby titanosaurs, crunchy on the outside chewy in the middle; Basilosaurus, quite dignified even without the extra bones or a top-hat; and Zach ponders Deinonychus timber wolf or komodo dragon?
And even though I forgot to submit, Brian managed to squeeze in my brief post on skimming pterosaurs. Good chap! I’m gonna write something great for #3, just gotta figure out what….
Enough babbling, go read it!
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