This morning’s trawl of news items about bats turned up a wonderful article in Science News reporting on work by T Kunz on how bats use their wings to move. The arguments are interesting, but the wonder of the article is the videos: bats flying, running, swimming. Great stuff.
Okay, okay, I know everyone does these, but mine are much funnier mistakes.
On the left, what the student wrote. On the right, the correct word.
‘rest bite’ respite
‘peat bog’ pīṭha
Well, it had to happen. Here’s the blurb for a film in which a Yeti is the horror interest. Probably a male monster.
Contrast this to Herge’s poignantly misunderstood beast . In Tintin in Tibet, the yeti is shy, lonely, and female. I gather there is a play, with strong ecofeminist leanings, called ‘Betty the Yeti’—to be sought, indeed.
For sheer strangeness, what about ‘Sex Secrets of the Yeti’ (google it yerself!) – which so far as I could determine puts forth (ahem) a male monster.
Best not to take this too seriously.
Well, I’ve hauled the bedraggled blog from Blogger to WordPress. Why, exactly, is not quite clear to me; one of those fretful decisions arrived at through an accumulation of tiny reasons. Maybe just time to shake out the cruft.
Reviewing old entries I was delighted to recall dinner with Bill Woodcock last year, when I was in Berkeley for the Society of Ethnobiology conference. Turns out Brent Berlin was a friend of his family when he was a young ‘un. I don’t think we knew any anthropologists at all – biologists, yes, but not social scientists.
This will not be true for Eleanor or Raymond or Tanglewest, who will grow up knowing ecologists and anthropologists, lamas and priests, all sorts of people. There at least I’m doing the job right.
Today was such a fine day that I would be remiss not to make note of it. The bulbs are surging, the birds are singing, it was shirtsleeve warm for the first time in weeks, and it was even still daylight as we cycled home. Coming out of the Encountering Buddhism lecture I saw my first bee of the year and shouted ‘hello!’. I was so happy to see it. It promptly landed on a student’s face – and much to their credit they did not flinch.