Bats! They’re Just Like Us!
|Amy Widdowson||Oct 10, 2019|
Dearests, I had a challenging and contemplative Yom Kippur, which is really all one can ask for, and I really appreciated unplugging and tweeting only a few anxiety-inducing articles when I lost willpower and checked Twitter while on a bathroom break during services. But this here internet thing sure as heck didn’t take the day to atone for anything, so let’s get to it!
Sometimes (read: every. single. time.) I love petty political headlines: How Matt Gaetz Used Daddy’s Money to Become Trump’s Favorite Congressman.
Yes, the Bay Area electric grid is fully effed right now, half a million customers without power in an area of the US with three of the top ten most expensive cities. And while I know less than nothing about grid load and preventing devastating wildfires in the age of climate change, I did nod along with this take from MIT Technology Review: California’s shutting off power to prevent fires. Here are some better options.
I’m now picturing wee little bats in couple’s therapy: “Researchers “Translate” Bat Talk. Turns Out, They Argue—A Lot”
Please do not send me that Whiskey Pod story, only read Amanda Mull’s history of all the ways us Americans hiding booze in public. And trust me, when confronted with the idea that a distillery thought “let’s put a single malt in a transportable and consumable membrane” and then… did it…. my ex-drinking brain went straight to “silly amateurs, don’t call me until you’ve smuggled sake into Disneyland via Camelbak.”
And finally, one of the co-writers of Welcome to Nightvale got ahold of Pillsbury’s Meat Cookbook from the 70s and the resulting tweetstorm made me snort I was laughing so hard. Just read it already.
I’ve decided we all need a Reading List tomorrow, so I’ll see your gorgeous faces in the morning.
Be kind to each other, and to yourselves.