Last of their kind

I wrote a thing yesterday, a poem-sort-of, because September 1 marks the 100-year extinction of the passenger pigeon. Thanks thebrainscoop for the inspiration.

Do the last of their kind 
know what they are? 
Did Lonesome George, 
stoic and ancient, live up to his name?  
Was Martha, whose kin  
had numbered in the billions, aware 
of the vast states of bird flesh, 
now absent? 
Did the last thylacine, sole member 
of the species to be photographed, 
know of its solitude? 
Or is it the role of humans  
to ascribe, with the blood 
of species on our hands, 
our loneliness  
to the last of their kind? 

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thebrainscoop:

September 2014 marks 100 years since the extinction of the Passenger Pigeon. It’s estimated that the population of these migrant birds fell from 3.7 billion individuals to 0 in about 40 years, largely due to human impact, habitat destruction, and a lack of regulation on hunting, trapping, and their use in competitive tourneys.
Remember Martha, the last of her kind, and what she represents as not just a hallmark of her species, but as a symbol for our fragile environments today.

thebrainscoop:

September 2014 marks 100 years since the extinction of the Passenger Pigeon. It’s estimated that the population of these migrant birds fell from 3.7 billion individuals to 0 in about 40 years, largely due to human impact, habitat destruction, and a lack of regulation on hunting, trapping, and their use in competitive tourneys.

Remember Martha, the last of her kind, and what she represents as not just a hallmark of her species, but as a symbol for our fragile environments today.

justskippingalong:

THE FADE TO BLACK OH MY GOD I LITERALLY CAN’T BREATHE RIGHT NOW

(Source: spazzdhn, via hyacynthus)

thecraftychemist:

How to: a guide to making a pulse sensing pendant and a squishy kid-safe circuit board

Sylvia delivers some fantastic kid safe experiments on Youtube - and they’re a league ahead of the vinegar volcanoes we grew up with. As one commenter said:

Getting schooled by an eleven year-old scientist?

With over 1,5 million views on YouTube and her own dedicated website, “Sylvia’s Super-Awesome Maker Show” hasn’t gone un-recognised. At just eleven years-old, Sylvia has become an internet sensation: teaching viewers how to make things, such as an Arduino based Lilypad Heartbeat Pendant!

Pendant instructions

Squishy circuit board instructions

This girl is awesome. More power to you, Sylvia.

(via scientific-women)

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I wrote a thing.

ehmeegee:

We need more voices in science
to step up in defiance for those characters 
that get erased from our stories; accolades and glories granted to counterparts 
as though we didn’t have the smarts to achieve 
the impossible, believe in the improbable 
and create the unthinkable. 
It’s unthinkable to me that our hindsight is so blinded. 
Turning the cheek too many times makes me think you’re shaking your head:
no, no, no. 

"Hey - you look good in that dress today." 
Pay no mind to the mess that comment made 
of my self-confidence. It seems pretty obvious 
the words they think are innocuous are noxious, 
breeding doubt and insecurity, feeding bouts of fury in me
as I hear the same phrases repeated to the women in my classes,
our lab mates and the masses of budding genius minds
that yearn to focus on their hypotheses and methods 
but instead they’re distracted by those words left unretracted: 
"you look good in that dress today."

If you tell her that she’s pretty before you tell her that she’s smart,
don’t be startled when she starts to parcel out and pull apart 
her individuality. Trading physics books for glossy magazines. 
Instead of figuring fifty ways to solve differentials she’s counting up 
fifty ways to potentially please her partner, 
wondering - is this what is appealing? this feeling of cheapening my intelligence
because we’re terrified to be marginalized for tying to have it all,
all the while face burning, yearning tears not to drip drop while your stomach flip flops
at being called out for a love of learning. 

Just between us, from one woman to another 
it’ll take a while to recover while we wonder without ignorance
why there are so many instances of being told to be a mother
before we’re told to be discoverers. 
And I hope in twenty years or maybe less 
we’ll be blessed with plenty of reassurances that our work
is recognized for its significance, and the difference is 
we’ll be standing up for our accomplishments - not alone but with accomplices within our fields. 
Our fields. 
And it won’t be such a novelty to be so proudly standing up for our beliefs
and our discoveries. 
We need more voices in science, and not those that just say, hey- 
You look good in that dress today. 

—- 8/27/14

mypubliclands:

Bat Habitat Study Continues in Oregon High Desert 

Does a lactating bat prefer warm rocks or old juniper trees for night roosting? How about a male? These are the types of questions a BLM team of investigators is trying to answer in a three-year research study on bat habitat in the high desert of Central Oregon.

The team, led by BLM Wildlife Habitat Biologist Christopher “Digger” Anthony, just completed field work last month for summer number two at Frederick Butte in Brothers, Oregon.

The research required three different groups from the team: one captured and attached the small transmitters to the Western Long-eared Myotis bats; another hiked to nearby high points with telemetry equipment to track movements on the range; and the final and only day shift processed the data. 

After next year’s final field analysis, Anthony said he hopes the study can fill in some of the knowledge gaps regarding day roosts and habitat selection for bats in juniper woodland environments. 

Visit BLM Oregon’s Flickr site to see more photos from the field: ​http://bit.ly/1ATn4lB .

Hey, I had a class with Digger! I thought his study question was super interesting. 

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I legitimately finished my to-do list for today, so now I’m going to spend some time reorganizing my file structure and my scientific literature database before the new term starts up (in a month and a bit). 

The thing that makes this even weirder is that I’m excited to do this…

Yep, grad school is definitely the place for me.

me grad school organizing like a fiend todo list is DONE!

bnprime:

24-alpha-24:

dizziest-daisy:

is anyONE ELSE JUST SO EXCITED FOR PUMPKINS AND HOT CHOCOLATE AND HaLLOwEEEEN AND SPOOKY MOVIES AND FAIRS AND KNEE SOCKS AND PUMPKIN LATTES AND BIG BLANKETS AND COZY CUDDLY SWEATERS AND PRETTY LEAVES AND i just started crYING

SO MUCH

no

sweaters are constricting

and my feet get cold when i sit at my desk too long

and the cold is bracing

and mornings smell like frost until they smell like ice

and nothing smells like grass, or naps, or warm summer sun.

winter is coming,

you don’t have to cheer for it.