Odious and Peculiar

Philology and esoterica: scribblings, ravings and mutterings.



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Nature Wants to Eat You

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The Little Bookroom
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Larissa Archer
Inverted Iambs
Hitherby
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Kambodia Hotel
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Charles Darwin's Beagle Diary
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NASA's Mars Website
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Letter from Hardscrabble Creek
Arts & Letters Daily
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About Last Night

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Photoblogging

Inspirations
Querencia
Chas Clifton's Nature Blog
Cronaca
Rock Art Photo Blog
Girl on a Whaleship
Nature Lyrics Languagehat
Jabal al-Lughat
Laputan Logic
Strange Maps
Vladimir Dinets: Polymath Russian Adventurer
Virtual Tour of Almaty, Kazakhstan
Aerial Landscape Photography
USGS Earth As Art
Panoramic Aerial Maps of the American West

References
SummitPost
The Internet Bird Collection
Bird Families of the World
Ancient Scripts
The Aberdeen Bestiary Project
The Cephalopod Page
The Ultimate Ungulate
The Red Book of the Peoples of the Russian Empire
USGS Streamflow Data

Worthy Miscellany
Finno-Ugrian Music
Boojum Expeditions
American River Touring Association

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Monday, March 19, 2012
 
It is St. Joseph's day, a good day for eating much and brewing beer. Here's what St. Teresa of Avila had to say of him:
I took for my advocate and lord the glorious Saint Joseph and commended myself earnestly to him; and I found that this my father and lord delivered me both from this trouble and also from other and greater troubles concerning my honor and the loss of my soul, and that he gave me greater blessings than I could ask of him. I do not remember even now that I have ever asked anything of him which he has failed to grant. I am astonished at the great favors which God has bestowed on me through this blessed saint, and at the perils from which He has freed me, both in body and in soul. To other saints the Lord seems to have given grace to succor us in some of our necessities but of this glorious saint my experience is that he succors us in them all and that the Lord wishes to teach us that as He was Himself subject to him on earth (for, being His guardian and being called His father, he could command Him) just so in Heaven He still does all that he asks. This has also been the experience of other persons whom I have advised to commend themselves to him; and even to-day there are many who have great devotion to him through having newly experienced this truth.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
 
The Red Deer Cave people: a possible new human species, unearthed in Yunnan Province, China.

Hat tip: Chas.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
 

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Sunday, March 11, 2012
 
Apropos of John Bellairs, I didn't realize that Edward Gorey did his illustrations.

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This'll really piss off the Greeks!



Turcophile though I am, I can't say this is in the best taste. Plotting papists notwithstanding, they're really stretching to portray the Ottomans as noble underdogs in this fight. But, historical nuance be damned, the giant cannon and the carrying of the ships over the hill to the Golden Horn are events which really deserve to be portrayed on film, and it wasn't likely to happen in any context besides Turkish nationalism (though John Bellairs' Trolley to Yesterday could make a good movie).

They should do the battle of Manzikert next. I'll bet it could be filmed largely on the actual location too: pretty sure it's still nice and empty out there in Muş. And Alp Arslan with his giant mustaches tied behind his head is surely a dream role for some actor.

Hat tip: Byzantine Blog.

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I am prepared to believe any conspiracy theory whatsoever that involves the Denver airport.

Via Rod Dreher.

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Monday, March 05, 2012
 
Added to sidebar: Rock Art Photo Blog. Need I say more?

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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Friday, February 17, 2012
 
New frontiers in long-distance hiking: a proposed Great Plains Trail. Pretty neat idea, though I imagine securing access and easements would be a long, long process. But I'd certainly check out the New Mexico sections if it ever comes about.

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Thursday, February 09, 2012
 
Video of a wooly mammoth in Siberia? Don't I wish! Now that the world is flooded with cheap, user-friendly cameras intended to produce usable pictures even when handled by drunks in bars, mysterious blurry footage is real hard to take seriously.

On a similar note, apparently there's been an uptick of sasquatch sightings in the Chuska Mountains (New Mexico-Arizona border in Navajo country), of all places.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
 
New Mexico is stretching an inch every 40 years. Surprisingly evenly, as it turns out.

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sunday, January 15, 2012
 
My kind of poem:
Please Sir, God of Death
Don’t make it my turn today,
not today
There’s fish curry for dinner.

-Bakibab Borkar
Via photographer Rajan Parrikar, who notes that the poem "captured the essence of what it means to be Goan".

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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
 
I can't believe I've lived over three decades unaware of this:
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

-Tennyson, The Kraken
Hat tip to Derb (apropos of something very random)

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Vermin Supreme for President:

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Sunday, January 08, 2012
 
I'm quite amused by the New Mexican's cover art for the state centennial:

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Fragment of an unfinished libretto:
JIM WALKER:
Signori, ascoltate! Credimi, mio ben!
É un vil menzogno, bugiardi son tutti.
Io giuro, credimi, per carità,
Texano non son io!

FRA MARTINEZ (con l'ultimo velen):
Spergiurerai tu stesso davanti a Dio?
La verità io so, ai popoli la proclamo:
Texano voi siete!

GIUSEPPINA:
Vil traditor!

POPOLI:
Al patibolo! Al patibolo!

-from I Carnefici di Taos (Act II finale), dated January 1912, Prawne family archives

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Saturday, January 07, 2012