This is the view from our house last night during the height of the Nor'easter. First real snow of the season!
I saw this pretty girl in New York's Central Park.
Hannah wants a giant pink dog... at FAO Schwartz in New York
A nice gentleman took this picture at Rockefeller Center.
Hi all. I just wanted to share some recent pictures. We went to New York the weekend before Christmas. It was packed with frenzied shoppers and tourists like us. It was fun.
I hope your holidays were fun and relaxing!
Love,
Jack
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Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Batty for Bat's
I forget what kind of bat this is but he's really cool
Little Juvi Pip is it not the cutest thing you have ever seen!!!!!!
This last 2 pictures are of a banded female California Leaf Nose Bat she is an adult who was one of the 300+ bats in her wintering cave to be banded. Such a cool bat!!!!
Hey all
It's been a crazy few months, My first day off this month thank God!!!!!! Last night I went out and helped to mist net some bats. It was fantastic!!!!! One of the most fun things I have done in a While and recommend going out and helping at a MAP's Bat or Bird station if you ever get a chance you might even see what it is that I find so fun. I have attached a few pictures and will put up more as I get them. My Camera died last month so I am having to rely on others for pictures. I will also be putting up some pics from Mexico hopefully as soon as we get back.
Love you all
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Hi From Arizona
Hi!!
Sorry this has taken so long and it's going to be very quick! We are watching the US Algeria world cup game!!!!
It's beautiful out here a lot of hard work and deep sand hiking!!!! We netted a Cuckoo on the 19th they are really hard to get but we managed on out first attempt!!!!! It was really cool I think I will get a lot of good experience out of this job. My boss is really nice a bit scattered and a real chatter (at 3:30a not always a great trait), My partner Even is really nice he is heading to Miami after this to start his PhD I think he will be a good source of information for finding other jobs particularly over sea jobs that's what he's been doing for the last 4 years.
It is really hot here but my tolerance is increasing!!!! I am still so tired at the end of the day in the field that I don't really want to do anything for the rest of the day! Well I am off for now getting ready to run up to Flagstaff!
But here are some pictures
These are my first ever Big Horn sheep. A lamb and ewe were just standing on the edge of the cliff watching a large group of us walking down the road during our Yellow-billed Cuckoo Surveying workshop. It was so amazing looking up and see them. I took this picture through my binoculars.
My boss and one of her dogs Tui playing in the quickly drying side channel of the Bill Williams after a day of trail breaking
This picture and the one below are one of our "trails" I use this term loosely this is the "crawl space" You spend about 15m army crawling. The understory of this area looks alot like the fire swamp from the princes bride its crazy. And these trails are just wiggle room for us because the understory is so dense it's really hard to get through but you don't want to make the trails to large because that opens the area up to predators that would other wise had to work very hard to get into these areas.
One of the many cottonwood trees. They are so beautiful and grow so fast it's amazing to see all the little babies popping up from this winters flood and then to look at the 5 year old's that are already 30ft tall.
From the tree cover looking up at one of the rocks showing the mesa's start line
I have many, many more pictures to share and will get back on soon to post them up!!!!
Sorry this has taken so long and it's going to be very quick! We are watching the US Algeria world cup game!!!!
It's beautiful out here a lot of hard work and deep sand hiking!!!! We netted a Cuckoo on the 19th they are really hard to get but we managed on out first attempt!!!!! It was really cool I think I will get a lot of good experience out of this job. My boss is really nice a bit scattered and a real chatter (at 3:30a not always a great trait), My partner Even is really nice he is heading to Miami after this to start his PhD I think he will be a good source of information for finding other jobs particularly over sea jobs that's what he's been doing for the last 4 years.
It is really hot here but my tolerance is increasing!!!! I am still so tired at the end of the day in the field that I don't really want to do anything for the rest of the day! Well I am off for now getting ready to run up to Flagstaff!
But here are some pictures
These are my first ever Big Horn sheep. A lamb and ewe were just standing on the edge of the cliff watching a large group of us walking down the road during our Yellow-billed Cuckoo Surveying workshop. It was so amazing looking up and see them. I took this picture through my binoculars.
My boss and one of her dogs Tui playing in the quickly drying side channel of the Bill Williams after a day of trail breaking
This picture and the one below are one of our "trails" I use this term loosely this is the "crawl space" You spend about 15m army crawling. The understory of this area looks alot like the fire swamp from the princes bride its crazy. And these trails are just wiggle room for us because the understory is so dense it's really hard to get through but you don't want to make the trails to large because that opens the area up to predators that would other wise had to work very hard to get into these areas.
One of the many cottonwood trees. They are so beautiful and grow so fast it's amazing to see all the little babies popping up from this winters flood and then to look at the 5 year old's that are already 30ft tall.
From the tree cover looking up at one of the rocks showing the mesa's start line
I have many, many more pictures to share and will get back on soon to post them up!!!!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
A day in the life of teenage retards
This is my friend Sona and yes she is playing in the fountain in front of the capital building. I have a picture on my phone of my other friend Julia swimming in the fountain by the IMAX..but I can't upload it.
I have no clue what I'm doing or why the words above are blue...
Sona and Julia...
Sona acting homeless with a bag of trash and a slab of carpet.
These are all from one trip down town. Julia lives in down town so these are pictures of a typical day at her house.
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Fun I've had with magnolia friends
This is from the spring-break camp I went to in Quincy. Mom is only there because she had to deliver me my pills.
We camped on a 450 acre piece of land owned by a really cool guy named Fred. It was absolutely beautiful there! And the creek was amazing! John even stopped by to get some pictures!
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Friday, May 7, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Things I have seen so far
This is a Chorus frog that we found still in its morph he still has a tail! Isn't he cute! Oh and my roommate Binga's hands
These two pictures are of an Eastern Coral snake that I found on base. By volume this snake has the most potent venom in North America. It is a beautiful snake the largest one I have ever seen usually they are pretty small this one if it was laid out would have been close to 3 feet long. I did use good judgement here I really wanted a head shot but they are a very shy snake and try to run and hide not bite so he kept trying to get under the log you can see in this photo I was very tempted to flip the log but I figured that Karma's a bitch and if I break my rule of do not touch or do anything to cause the animal more stress than taking a photo while messing with a coral snake well something bad could very easily happen!!!!
This picture was taken at the same time as the frog picture we were playing in a big rut (from a tank) that is now a great little wetland(till the heat then it will dry up) when this tank came trundling along on the tank trail(go figure) anyway it was startling to have it pop out of what looked like no where form our view point. (I always wounder what we look like to them two grown girls playing in a puddle) Our version of the story is that we scared them because it got about 100meters off of us and decided to turn around that huge beast of metal managed to turn 180degrees in the same amount of space that it takes me to turn one of our trucks around using only 4 points. I had no idea one that you could completely turn one of those beasts around and two that you can do it in such a small space. It was very cool!
This is a comb cactus plant in flower they are beautiful!
Mourning Dove Nest they don't spend much energy building there nests just a bunch of sticks placed together and they plop their eggs in the middle.
Indian Paint Brush I love this flower so stunning
Baby Fawn we found today so cute quietly laying in this tree stump hoping we didn't see her. Once again I had to work very hard to stick to my no touch rule I just wanted to snuggle it!
I must say the Texas Hill country has a beautiful spring I love all the wild flowers and the large diversity of plants and animals you will see out here. I also a Kettle of Mississippi Kites today there were around 10 of them just amazing to watch them.
I have more pictures to put up but the internet is being weird so I will try later
Update on the "Tunnel of Habitiation" aka hallway to bedrooms, bath...
Maybe not this clean... but it is opened up a great deal! I removed the pod-people (formed of winter garments hung 5-deep) from hall coat-rack...
THIS IS MY DREAM HOUSE!
THIS IS MY DREAM HOUSE!
"I Want to Be Left Behind" by Brenda Peterson & "Dark Green Religion" by Bron Taylor
From Booklist
*Starred Review* Peterson has been sharpening her ethos on the flinty tenets of the Southern Baptist Church ever since she was an inquisitive child enthralled by the living world. Following her fourth novel, Animal Heart (2004), she continues the inquiry into her complex heritage and ecological calling that she began in Build Me an Ark (2001). In this unusually affecting and radiant spiritual memoir, Peterson recounts her resistance to End Times teachings. Surely, life on earth is sacred, thought this “increasingly mutinous mystic” alert to the contradictions between her parents’ heaven-focused religion and her CIA-employed mother’s earthiness and her gifted father’s devotion to nature as chief of the U.S. Forest Service. With stirring immediacy, Peterson describes the traumatic awakenings during the 1960s and 1970s that inspired her to reject the concept of the Rapture and embrace the effort to preserve earthly creation. Guided by exceptional mentors, Peterson endured experiences painful, ludicrous, and profound in small towns, a “boot camp for Southern Baptists,” and the offices of the New Yorker before finding her true home on the Pacific coast. Frankly and knowledgeably critiquing evangelicalism and holier-than-thou environmentalism, Peterson seeks a meeting of church and earth in this witty, enrapturing account of a spiritual journey of great relevance to us all. --Donna Seaman (off Amazon books page)This is the link to the Sunday, May 3rd broadcast on PRI, via NPR- this is a fabulous show!
http://www.wpr.org/BOOK/100502a.cfm
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Found! MOST FABULOUS THING!
Yes-- it's science blogs. OMG! The coolest bunch of bloggers out there. Just check out any of the previous few links- and there are like, LOTS of them, all the smarty-smart PhD types blogging their collective hearts out about every random facet of life on earth...funny, I stumbled on Bioephemera last year and bookmarked it b/c it was just so cool! Then I found Ardvarcheology recently, again-- a great site. Lo and behold these two are part of the same club- this sciencey-bloggy group! Just wonderful stuff- anybody who ever thought blogs were silly self-aggrandizing time-sinks, just look for yourself :)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
"For Hoarders, The Mess Begins In The Mind" by Patti Neighmond (NPR)
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125344573&sc=nl&cc=es-20100425
The story about psychological dependencies and hoarding behaviors is fascinating! And I quote:
"Through the process of questioning why she values it and keeps it, Sherrell realized it was not the coat itself, but the memory of being a young mother with babies and toddlers. "I loved being a mom," she says. "I loved having kids home."
But with her children grown, Sherrell learned how to keep memories without keeping the coat. "I did realize that I can keep those memories with pictures," she says, and the coat was therefore relegated to the discard box. Sherrell is proud of her decision, in large part because it was "her choice."
I too struggle with just such memory-linked lives of objects. Why ARE clothes so hard? Is it just women? Are we so identified with the different selves that clothes represent because our society ties so much of our worth to appearance, and this is absorbed and inculcated from age tiny? Is it also because we are most often "Mistress of the Wardrobe" for the family? Responsible for not just feeding but primarily clothing all of our near and dear? And then they leave and what we have are their outgrown shells, shedded like molt and left in drawers and attics?
I am currently waiting for the knock of discovery, as "people often aren't "found out" until they're older, often when their homes present fire hazards or neighbors complain" (Neighmond), and I have been crawling over a huge pile of clothes for a month to get to the side of my bed not stacked with books. I had the bright idea that I needed to "purge" my wardrobe, and so dumped the drawers onto the chaise and there they are, in heaps. Granted I have been Way overextended with school, but each time the siren pile calls and I TRY to eliminate items I become paralyzed with "What if?" Consequently I have so far segregated one small bag of sartorial self-representation from their fellows (there I go anthropomorphizing again! It is as if they have freakin' FEELINGS. Enough already.)
But seroiusly. I have a problem. Barry already dubbed it "Ornamentia", and on top of that, I think I have Synesthetic Anthropomorhic Over-Identification Disorder (I just made that up). "Waste Not Want Not" fits in here somewhere, and I am old enough to remember "The starving children in India" and cleaning my plate for them (Not so much the parents, but certainly grandparents imbued those words with missionary zeal).
Which leads me to another tangled part of this-- weight. My weight has been up-and-down and mostly unsatisfactory since age 9. I have a range of sizes of clothing kept for just such fluctuations, and garments leaning toward the ideal self-representation that act (silently, alchemically?) in the closet depths as incantations. (Hoping they do). To get rid of the pink and black net fluffy skirt (!) would be to ADMIT I will never be 17 years old or Ann Miller, and I ain't goin' there.
Plus--- I often feel objects as practically alive in some synesthesia-of-purpose and am bound to take them "home" to their rightful owner. You know, somebody offers you x-thing and you think "I don't really need/like that, but so-and-so would love/really use it!" and then you cart it off and put on your To Do list ----to get it to its true destination?
Plus, as an artist who needs materials with which to create, I have been burned time and time again-- I finally toss out the unidentifiable thingy, object-of-unknown-purpose only to remember it with crystal clarity when I need it to make-- whatever. Argh! Into the trash I go nose down like a Mallard duck-- and that's the good version. Usually that garbage went away yesterday, and the widget-y item is toast... just sayin'.
But scary! From article:" "And now, a year later, I've been called in because again the health department is involved," says Saltz. "Condemnation is near, and the apartment is absolutely floor-to-ceiling bags, belongings, clutter, junk, bottles and food. And the client herself is actually sleeping in her car somewhere because she can no longer fit into her unit." "(NPR). I hope nobody rats ME out! I want to change, I really do. But first I have to lose 20 pounds...
The story about psychological dependencies and hoarding behaviors is fascinating! And I quote:
"Through the process of questioning why she values it and keeps it, Sherrell realized it was not the coat itself, but the memory of being a young mother with babies and toddlers. "I loved being a mom," she says. "I loved having kids home."
But with her children grown, Sherrell learned how to keep memories without keeping the coat. "I did realize that I can keep those memories with pictures," she says, and the coat was therefore relegated to the discard box. Sherrell is proud of her decision, in large part because it was "her choice."
I too struggle with just such memory-linked lives of objects. Why ARE clothes so hard? Is it just women? Are we so identified with the different selves that clothes represent because our society ties so much of our worth to appearance, and this is absorbed and inculcated from age tiny? Is it also because we are most often "Mistress of the Wardrobe" for the family? Responsible for not just feeding but primarily clothing all of our near and dear? And then they leave and what we have are their outgrown shells, shedded like molt and left in drawers and attics?
I am currently waiting for the knock of discovery, as "people often aren't "found out" until they're older, often when their homes present fire hazards or neighbors complain" (Neighmond), and I have been crawling over a huge pile of clothes for a month to get to the side of my bed not stacked with books. I had the bright idea that I needed to "purge" my wardrobe, and so dumped the drawers onto the chaise and there they are, in heaps. Granted I have been Way overextended with school, but each time the siren pile calls and I TRY to eliminate items I become paralyzed with "What if?" Consequently I have so far segregated one small bag of sartorial self-representation from their fellows (there I go anthropomorphizing again! It is as if they have freakin' FEELINGS. Enough already.)
But seroiusly. I have a problem. Barry already dubbed it "Ornamentia", and on top of that, I think I have Synesthetic Anthropomorhic Over-Identification Disorder (I just made that up). "Waste Not Want Not" fits in here somewhere, and I am old enough to remember "The starving children in India" and cleaning my plate for them (Not so much the parents, but certainly grandparents imbued those words with missionary zeal).
Which leads me to another tangled part of this-- weight. My weight has been up-and-down and mostly unsatisfactory since age 9. I have a range of sizes of clothing kept for just such fluctuations, and garments leaning toward the ideal self-representation that act (silently, alchemically?) in the closet depths as incantations. (Hoping they do). To get rid of the pink and black net fluffy skirt (!) would be to ADMIT I will never be 17 years old or Ann Miller, and I ain't goin' there.
Plus--- I often feel objects as practically alive in some synesthesia-of-purpose and am bound to take them "home" to their rightful owner. You know, somebody offers you x-thing and you think "I don't really need/like that, but so-and-so would love/really use it!" and then you cart it off and put on your To Do list ----to get it to its true destination?
Plus, as an artist who needs materials with which to create, I have been burned time and time again-- I finally toss out the unidentifiable thingy, object-of-unknown-purpose only to remember it with crystal clarity when I need it to make-- whatever. Argh! Into the trash I go nose down like a Mallard duck-- and that's the good version. Usually that garbage went away yesterday, and the widget-y item is toast... just sayin'.
But scary! From article:" "And now, a year later, I've been called in because again the health department is involved," says Saltz. "Condemnation is near, and the apartment is absolutely floor-to-ceiling bags, belongings, clutter, junk, bottles and food. And the client herself is actually sleeping in her car somewhere because she can no longer fit into her unit." "(NPR). I hope nobody rats ME out! I want to change, I really do. But first I have to lose 20 pounds...
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