fish, puzzles, fall
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jazzfishNeural correlates of interspecies perspective taking in the post-mortem Atlantic Salmon: an argument for multiple comparisons correction (warning: large jpeg): "One mature Atlantic Salmon (Salmo salar) participated in the fMRI study. The salmon was approximately 18 inches long, weighed 3.8 lbs, and was not alive at the time of scanning." Via Xiphias, who provides more of the text from the image, and notes that this is a shoo-in for an Ig Nobel.
Petals Around the Rose, an oldie but goodie, which I recalled upon noting that week before last was the tenth anniversary of Planetarium. If you've not played Planetarium, you should. It takes maybe an hour or two, once a week for three months, and probably some additional time during the last week. It's a story, and a puzzle, and a bunch of smaller puzzles, and is among the neatest things I've found on the internet.
"Autumnal-- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day. . . brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it. . . Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses. . . deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth-- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke."
Happy autumn, everyone.
Petals Around the Rose, an oldie but goodie, which I recalled upon noting that week before last was the tenth anniversary of Planetarium. If you've not played Planetarium, you should. It takes maybe an hour or two, once a week for three months, and probably some additional time during the last week. It's a story, and a puzzle, and a bunch of smaller puzzles, and is among the neatest things I've found on the internet.
"Autumnal-- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day. . . brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it. . . Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses. . . deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth-- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke."
Happy autumn, everyone.
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Date: 2009-09-23 12:20 pm (UTC)The pagan/seasonal calendar is a big honkin' mystery to me. Seasons feel like they start at the beginning of the month that contains their equinox/solstice. Or ought to, anyway. Summer starts at the beginning of June, fall in September, winter in December, and spring in March. Of course, this presupposes a summer that doesn't start in May and run through to October.