"I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks..."
Sunny and hot today. Our high was 91˚F, with a heat index of 98˚F.
I made a serious push to try and finish the bulk of MP 1.3 today, the anatomical discussion portion of the paper, and I made it through the section describing the splenial, and got a lot written on the parietal, and then...I got hung up on something that another mosasaur specialist has called the "ventral triangular eminence," and I spent a couple of hours chasing that one structure across various basal/early diverging russellosaurine taxa. It sorta looks like a tuning fork. Or the letter Y. And it encloses the pineal foramen from below. Just as I was starting to pull my hair out, Mike P. sent me a bunch of JPEGS that lifted the fog from off my eyes and saved the day. Anyway, tomorrow, I'm going to mount an even bigger push and hopefully get through that block of text.
I think I found the cover art for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale this afternoon, but I'm waiting to hear back how Bill Schafer feels about it.
I began reading Steve Brusatte's The Rise and Reign of Mammals. I watched a couple of documentaries I'd seen before, but they're comforting, so I watched them again. I think both are episodes of Nova. One is about the discovery of a treasure trove of Paleocene vertebrates at Corral Bluffs, Colorado, and the other is about the discovery of Homo naledi.
As I posted on Twitter and Facebook, last night I dreamed I was in Ireland, and Gabriel Byrne was trying to convince me to stay.
If only.
Now, please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. How about a copy of the ultra-rare "Mercury" chapbook, signed and monster-doodled? It can be yours, easy as falling off a log.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:14 p.m.
I made a serious push to try and finish the bulk of MP 1.3 today, the anatomical discussion portion of the paper, and I made it through the section describing the splenial, and got a lot written on the parietal, and then...I got hung up on something that another mosasaur specialist has called the "ventral triangular eminence," and I spent a couple of hours chasing that one structure across various basal/early diverging russellosaurine taxa. It sorta looks like a tuning fork. Or the letter Y. And it encloses the pineal foramen from below. Just as I was starting to pull my hair out, Mike P. sent me a bunch of JPEGS that lifted the fog from off my eyes and saved the day. Anyway, tomorrow, I'm going to mount an even bigger push and hopefully get through that block of text.
I think I found the cover art for Living a Boy's Adventure Tale this afternoon, but I'm waiting to hear back how Bill Schafer feels about it.
I began reading Steve Brusatte's The Rise and Reign of Mammals. I watched a couple of documentaries I'd seen before, but they're comforting, so I watched them again. I think both are episodes of Nova. One is about the discovery of a treasure trove of Paleocene vertebrates at Corral Bluffs, Colorado, and the other is about the discovery of Homo naledi.
As I posted on Twitter and Facebook, last night I dreamed I was in Ireland, and Gabriel Byrne was trying to convince me to stay.
If only.
Now, please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. How about a copy of the ultra-rare "Mercury" chapbook, signed and monster-doodled? It can be yours, easy as falling off a log.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:14 p.m.