new moose skeleton while listening to Call Me Maybe makes solo-labtime a LOT less painful
My birthday is on Sunday. I can’t believe it’s been nearly 365 days since my last birthday. I know that sounds weird, but the passage of time just seems surreal to me these days.
Glass Beach is a protected beach, but not for its natural beauty. Located just outside of Fort Bragg, California it became an illegal dumping ground for residents in the late nineteenth century who lacked any kind of refuse pickup. It wasn’t until 1967 that the illegal dump was finally closed by city leaders and the local water board. The beach was cleaned of large refuse, but small pieces of glass and plastic that had been worn down by the elements remain, giving the beach its name and its unusual beauty.
Someday, an archaeologist will have a blast with this future midden.
Never ILL while drinking. I just saved an article as “BEST ARTICLE THAT EVER ESISTED EVER.” Nope, not a typo.
Considering the article is actually called “Paleoindian and Early Archaic Organic Technologies: A Review and Analysis,” I don’t think my title is that off…
Had a tiny bit too much to drink accidentally. It’s just that I was talking to Molly on the phone (because you know, Spenard is a long distance friendship) and I just kept pouring. Whoops. Also, I skipped lunch. And dinner. And I was drinking cider (From the Ring of Fire Meadery in Homer). It was delicious. I’m going to go drink a fuck ton of water, take a pain killer, and hope tomorrow isn’t horrible. Cross your fingers for me, kids.