cartoon essay: The Promises of My Weird Druidic Calendar (Sophie Lucido Johnson). “It strikes me as actually deeply human to need to rotate one’s life a little every six weeks or so. The seasons seem to move at about this rate, as much as we act like we live on a planet divided into yearly quarters. If it were really quarters, then the plants in August wouldn’t be so dramatically different than the ones in June; nor the quality of the air.” I’d like to do this in 2024, find ways to celebrate ice, harvest, birds returning and leaving, and maybe also the winds, first snow, the darkening of the days, bears, and so on.
interactive online (and IRL) mural: The Wall of Birds (The Cornell Lab of Ornithology). Features representatives of all 243 bird families in the world — see them, hear them, learn more about their evolutionary histories and their bird families.
essay: But can I still go skiing?: Some news. (Kelton Wright/Shangrilogs). I am not into having kids or chatting about pregnancy, at all, but I swear this woman could write anything and I would be here for it, the complexity of her ideas, her humour and curiosity, her way of thinking. “It is difficult to be excited to blow one’s self up like a balloon only to be ripped open and then have my sleep disrupted, my free time evaporated, and my marriage rattled. That kind of honesty though has definitely raised some eyebrows. I am, however, deeply curious about the female body’s ability to create and adapt. I love the science and I love the inherent risk assessment associated with pregnancy: to ski or not to ski, how high is too high, do I need crampons for this hike? I love facing it like a challenge, like you think that amount of nausea will keep me from stacking wood? Joke’s on you because outside is the perfect place to throw up.”