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Do I support British farming? No, actually. My relationship to British farms is purely transactional. If you want my support, maybe donāt be right wing, Brexit voting, misogynistic science-deniers who actively contribute to climate change, pollution and biodiversity loss. Going to see how much of my diet can be made of imported food. Bye
Reasons Iāve had a migraine
- itās been such a week
- sun was bright
- long journey
- strong smell
- one (1) alcoholic beverage
I had the classic āsitting an exam you havenāt studied forā dream last night. This time, it was ABRSM grade 5 violin, and it was taking place at the local Vet clinic, obviously.
Friendship is when you send a message to your friend on holiday in Istanbul asking if theyāve been to Topkapi palace and if not, can they go and take lots of pictures please, because itās in my favourite TV show. And they do!
Zülfikar Pasha would be the most useful character in the Kösem series if he would only stop telling his enemies the plan! Other than that, 10/10 loyal Pasha, you want him on your team
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our beautiful rail line... (so far)
choo choo all aboard the train that makes new trains to fun places with friends
I saw an astronaut walking on the side of the road today, which is the kind of thing my brain will placidly accept at first, only to go "Wait, an astronaut" a minute later once I'm done with my previous train of thought. By then I felt like it might be too late to stop my car, but I ended up stopping anyway because I didn't want to spend the rest of the afternoon wondering.
I waited for the astronaut to catch up with me since they were going in my direction, but they didn't. Eventually I got out of the car and retraced my steps, and after a bend in the road when I saw no one walking towards me I decided the visitor must have gone back to their spacecraft and I would never get an explanation for thisāand then in the distance I caught a glimpse of the white space suit disappearing into the forest.
I managed to catch up with them and they turned out to be a distant neighbour of mine (let's call her M.), and what looked like a space suit when I was driving by was a beekeeper's outfit! (Sorry for the pointless suspense but I was taking you on the same little journey my brain went through.) M. was tickled when she learnt that I mistook her for an astronautāshe told me she'd borrowed her husband's too-big shoes which made her drag her feet, hence why she looked like she was having trouble readjusting to Earth's gravity.
Then she said that one of her hives had swarmed, and she was pretty sure she knew where the swarm was. I had no idea how swarming worked so as we walked in the woods she explained that when a hive becomes too crowded, the queen will get replaced by a new one, and the old queen will leave along with half of the bees. After this split, the swarm will cluster somewhere nearby and wait while scout bees fly away in search of a new hive location. "That's when you have to catch themāif you can find the swarm. But here it is!"
I wasn't expecting quite so many bees!! I'm pretty scared of all flying creatures so allow me to pat myself on the back for what came nextāI thought I was about to learn how to catch a swarm from a prudent distance, but M. asked if I could give her a hand, seeing as her husband was supposed to be here to help but clearly wasn't.
The first step of catching a swarm was spraying the bees with sugar water, and I was glad not to be asked to help with that, as it seemed like something that could make bees angry. ("On the contrary, it makes them less agitated!" I was told, but that remained to be seen.) Step 2 was pulling on a rope tied to the tree branch in order to lower the swarm into the new hive, and that was the job I was recruited for. The rope was long enough that I could stand several metres away to pull on it, but my role in this swarm-catching business was still all too clear to any angry bee looking for someone to blame.
I remembered reading that bees can sense the electric field of flowers, so I thought there was no way they wouldn't sense the staticky nervousness coming from the rope-puller, but thankfully they completely ignored me.
M. was offering one fun fact about bees after the other, in a very relaxed voice, which was very interesting and very soothing for both me and the bees. She said this particular colony was very sweet ("some bee colonies are meaner than others?" "yes of course"), and that swarming usually happens a bit earlier in the year "but it's been raining so much lately, the bees had to postpone all their activities, just like us" and also "swarming involves quite a bit of planning ahead of time; for example worker bees have to put the queen on a diet so she won't be too fat to fly. Did you know that?" I did not!
Unfortunately our first attempt to catch the swarm failed. The bees entered the hive, had a quick look around their new home, then left in disgust and formed a thick, angry, buzzing cloud over our heads, while I tried to think nothing but bee-loving thoughts to make my electric field harmless and friendly.
Then one after the other all the bees returned to the exact same spot on the branch where we'd first found them. ("Because it smells like the queen" said M.) We examined the near-empty hive and found that a mouse had made a nest in there! She was no longer here but the traces of her passage were evident (some of the comb was very nibbled.)
As we were removing the supplies brought in by the mouse (sticks, hay), M.'s husband joined us and he had brought a spray bottle containing some sort of bee-attracting liquid (pheromones?) (I didn't have a close look at the bottle because I made sure to stay far away from the bee-attracting liquid, while he sprayed it inside the hive.)
He had also brought a white sheet which he spread under the tree, explaining that the bees will want to get away from the bright surface and look for darkness, thus hopefully getting inside the box. Another thing I learnt is that once the queen enters the hive, the nearest worker bees will spread the message by turning round and fluttering their wings to send a chemical signal in specific directions, which will be picked up by other bees farther away; at strategic intervals some bees will light the beacons of Gondor turn round and fan their wings to relay this scent-message until the entire colony is informed of the queen's new location.
We were more successful the second time around! This time the bees who went in didn't immediately get out again to return to their branch. Well I say "we" but I didn't volunteer to pull on the rope again, so I can't claim any role in this victory. But my personal victory was that I stood quite a bit nearer this time so I could watch everything closely, and I felt more intrigued than nervous. Bees were constantly zipping past me but it had become clear that my electric field was pure and they bore me no ill will. I was always fond of bees from afar and happy to see them do their thing in flowers in the spring, but today's adventure got me interested in their daily life as well, so I think I'll read some books about bees this summer!
I was reading last month about the morality of termite colonies (Maeterlinck's La vie des termites) and I had a feeling this man must have written some poetic stuff about bees as wellāand he did. Here's a translated excerpt from his book "La vie des abeilles" :)
Whats a lichen if not a plant
(Note: writing this response with Capitals⢠bc its long and kind of hard to read otherwise, Iām trying to do that more with my longer posts)
Either an ecological event or a superorganism, depending on how you look at it.
To explain this. like. we do not āknowā what a lichen is. We know like, what they are, or at least weāre getting increasingly closer to finding out everything that makes up a lichen, but lichenologists have really struggled to define it as like, A Sole Thing. Botanists and mycologists of the past thought lichens were primarily fungi, because when you dried one out and weighed it, most of the dry weight was fungus; this is why today we still name lichens based on their fungal components, while it turns out that the give and take of all organisms in a lichen are pretty much equal.
Itās a symbiotic relationship, weāve known that for a long time, but now we know, for instance, that some fungi can pair up with different species of algae to make different lichens. How can we reliably name something after itās fungus if that fungus can pair up with different things to make multiple different āspeciesā? And as of 2016 we know that lichens can have up to four different players: a fungus, an algae, a yeast, and (in some families) a second fungus, previously thought to be parasitic on the lichen itself.Ā
I will personally argue that lichens are an ecological event. To me, this theory gets down to lichen reproduction, which isā¦.completely off the shits.Ā
Lichens can reproduce in a few different ways, the simplest ones being 1.Ā a piece of lichen breaks off and lands in a fitting environment, creating a new lichen thatās a clone of the mother system, and/or 2. a lichen has special organs that release specially-madeĀ āmini lichensā that have the main components packaged together into littleĀ āsporesā (these organs are called isidia and soridia, and look slightly different), creating a similar result to #1 with a clone of the mother system.Ā
Now, you may be wondering:Ā āBut lichens have sexual structures. canāt they have like, Lichen Sexā¢?ā. Which. Like. This is where it gets wild, because it ties back to the ecological mystery of how lichensĀ āmake new lichens from scratchā so to speak.Ā
The thing is,Ā those sexual structures donāt have the components paired together.Ā They only produce sexually-made spores of theĀ fungus, and if these spores land in the right conditions, they wonāt form a lichen, theyāll form a non-lichenized version of that fungus. So, conventionally, as we currently understand it, the way for them to form a new lichen would be for two compatible spores- one algae and one fungus, or like, one algae and one fungus or one yeast, we donāt know how those other components fit into the equation yetā to meet in the right conditions, under which case the pair recognizes each other and starts to spontaneously go down an entirely different developmental path to become a lichen. Keep in mind that lichen and algae spores are likeā¦everywhere in the air and in the world around us, just the majority of them donāt find the proper growing conditions and die, so this does happen enough to make all the lichens we see on a day to day basis.
But. There are agonizing mysteries about this process. For example:
-We do not know how the algae and fungal spores, when they meet, know that theyāre compatible in the first place. Like, on a cellular level.Ā
-We doĀ know that after a certain point, the organisms involved are locked into their developmental path. They need to meet at an extremely young age (as spores) to become a lichen. If a mature fungus and a mature algae meet, nothing happens, even if they would have been compatible as spores.
-Science, to my knowledge, still has not yet been able to replicate the ālichens being made from scratchā process in a lab. The spores will recognize each other and start developing on a microscopic level, and then theyāll justā¦.stop developing and die, which is why we can only produce new lichens in a lab by growing sterilized fragments from old lichens. Whether or not weāve just been like, missing all theĀ āingredientsā and you need a yeast or second fungus or something to finish the process, I have no idea.Ā
In conclusion: Lichens are mysterious soups. Lichens, to me, arenāt a thing that lives, but more like a thing that happens between living things. Itās an event of several different things coming together to proliferate on a tree or a rock or wherever, and they are everywhere, and we do not know everything about what they are or how they work. Some people, again, will call them āsuperorganismsā, which isnāt wrong either, but I personally like to think about them in a weird likeā¦..temporal sense? Idk man they haunt me every day of my life.Ā
why do grooms get one boring black jacket and brides get the most jawdropping gowns ever like when i get married i want pearls and lace and a train is that too much to ask??
Hnn could you imagine.. a suit embroidered with baroque pearls⦠a LACE CAPE gently floating behind the groom⦠a fuckin sword..
oh my godā¦. your m i n dā¦. the wedding industry is quakingĀ
Meanwhile in Scotlandā¦
YO, there are SO MANY great groom outfits around the world where he is dressed all in silk, lace, gold, pearls and glitter, with capes and scarves, hats and stitchery and I find it so sad that most of these countries switch over to āsuitā. Like, look at these handsome boys!
India
Sudan
China (traditional)
Nigeria
Indonesia
Mongolia
Ghana
Ethiopia
Poland
Romania
Russia (1)
Russia (2)
*shakes fist at sky*
damn you western marriage culture
may I add
Norway
japanĀ
japan the hard core traditional wedding costume
Turkey
Hungary
Navajo
maori (new zealand)
Fiji
Tonga
Here are some gay wedding additions:
India
India-Pakistan
South Africa
Thailand
Japan
Georgia
This last addition to this ^^^ is my genuinely my most favorite part!
I rbād a different version of this and added other cultures (including that Georgian one ā which, ftr, notes that these guys are Georgians in America, because if theyād worn those clothes [chokha] in Georgia as openly gay men having a gay wedding, thereās a not-insignificant chance they wouldāve gotten killed, since gay men arenāt consideredĀ āreal menā and onlyĀ āreal menā are deemed worthy of wearing chokha. Which I think is contextual information worth sharing here ā that this isnāt just beautiful cultural garb but also a very deliberate act of defiance and pride using that clothing in the face of the intensely hypermasculine, homophobic culture it comes from).
Rbāing this alternative version just because I love the inclusion of some of the other same-gender weddings.
Which is relevant for another reason, namely that the Western boring suit wedding attire (and the blandness of a lot of Western menās clothing in general over the past hundred years or so) is a result of Western homophobia selling the idea that itās gay/effeminate for men to care too much about their appearance or to present themselves as an object of desire.
What I like about a lot of these pictures is that the straight couples match! Theyāre wearing the same fabrics and look like they belong together! What an obvious idea, how strange we never do it
Yooooo just adding on that the āNavajoā picture shows the groom and bride regalia from different bands- Idk anything about Navajo culture but the groom is DEFINITELY from the PNW, the dots on his button blanket are abalone buttons
It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr š„³
having a normal one in my family's groupchat rn
this only had sixteen notes on it, i couldn't NOT pay tribute to your family GC
look, I know I've talked about this essay (?) before but like,
If you ever needed a good demonstration of the quote "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic", have I got an exercise for you.
Somebody made a small article explaining the basics of atomic theory but it's written in Anglish. Anglish is basically a made-up version of English where they remove any elements (words, prefixes, etc) that were originally borrowed from romance languages like french and latin, as well as greek and other foreign loanwords, keeping only those of germanic origin.
What happens is an english which is for the most part intelligible, but since a lot everyday english, and especially the scientific vocabulary, has has heavy latin and greek influence, they have to make up new words from the existing germanic-english vocabulary. For me it kind of reads super viking-ey.
Anyway when you read this article on atomic theory, in Anglish called Uncleftish Beholding, you get this text which kind of reads like a fantasy novel. Like in my mind it feels like it recontextualizes advanced scientific concepts to explain it to a viking audience from ancient times.
Even though you're familiar with the scientific ideas, because it bypasses the normal language we use for these concepts, you get a chance to examine these ideas as if you were a visitor from another civilization - and guess what, it does feel like it's about magic. It has a mythical quality to it, like it feels like a book about magic written during viking times. For me this has the same vibe as reading deep magic lore from a Robert Jordan book.
The piece was written by Poul Anderson, who won multiple Hugos and Nebula Awards and was inducted into the Sci-Fi and Fantasy Hall of Fame, so that vibe is appropriate.
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