Social Yeast in Time

Cartoon about bread and cutting back

I’m having rice cakes and Marmite to boost my yeast / Vitamin B intake. I never knew there was such a thing as marmite chocolate!

Die Botter Stotter
Veg an, roosterbrood!
Diep sny die broodlyn, kanniedood;
G’n brood of sjokolade
Wat van bittersoet  marmelade?
Gekskiedenis herhaal
Maakiesakie die taal.

[He is a hard man who is only just, and a sad one who is only wise: Voltaire?]

h/t: Behavioural ecology: The social side of wild yeast – David Queller / Nature

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Motherly Mutt

Metaphorical Mother love

The tired mother of Black Dogs loves all her puppies. (A term coined by Samuel Johnson and popularized by Sir Winston Churchill; it has many associations.)

But are all Black Dogs black? Only if it bay(e)s too? Now, if they were ravens
I don’t understand the half of that; the other half is okay.

h/t: Some dogs were royalty, others were dinner in ancient Mayan culture – Michael Price – Science Mag;

Black dog

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A Legg up for SuperKoot ScissorHands

505- Million Year Old Kootenichela: Ancestor of Scorpions and Lobsters
505- Million Year Old Kootenichela: Ancestor of Scorpions and Lobsters

Hat Tip to Tim Burton’s Edward Scissorhands. Dr. David Legg discovered the fossil and named it after Johnny Depp, who played Edward in the movie.

 

An Equinely Quintetto

Horses, beautiful horses! I have to get going on a quintetto (neigh, they don’t sing) of Arabians, long overdue. I have met them, even ridden one, and the paint must now be splattered! I will surround myself with facsimiles of their equine grace, all the time wishing myself to also be in warmer clime.

In keeping with all things horse: I recently saw War Horse, brought to stage under the direction of Nicholas Hytner and Nick Starr. A most splendid production, with amazing puppetry. The play is based on the novel by Michael Morpugo, adapted by Nick Stafford and the puppet wizardy brought forth by Handspring Puppet Company. It is a National Theatre of Great Britain production, but I saw it in Toronto.

The story was inspired by the fate of horses used in World War One, where about eight million of them perished. Toronto supplied 18, of which only one, by the name of Bunny, survived the first poison gas attack of the war.

WarHorse is about sixteen year old Albert’s hunter, originally trained to plough on the farm, and sold by his father to the army for a hundred pounds. It is a powerfully sad anthem for peace. (Do read the related articles below.)

The horses I will be painting are Arabs though. They are all, or have been, used for endurance riding, something Arabians excel at. Here are some initial inspirations:

ShahAhira Rabdan Nahim Nahim2 Ahisha

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Nikola Tesla

Visual Thinker: Electrical Engineer
Nikola Tesla:  Engineer, sketch after photo by Napoleon Sarony (Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License)

Had Nikola Tesla still lived, today would have been his birthday. (July 10, 1856-1943). He is well-known as an engineer, but here is a nice satyrical poem of his:

Poem, “Fragments of Olympian Gossip”
While listening on my cosmic phone
I caught words from the Olympus blown.
A newcomer was shown around;
That much I could guess, aided by sound.
“There’s Archimedes with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable.”
“Below, on Earth, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast.
The latest tells of a cosmic gun.
To be pelted is very poor fun.
We are wary with so much at stake,
Those beggars are a pest—no mistake.”
“Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown
And turned your great science upside down.
Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name,
Puts on your high teaching all the blame.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable.”
“I am much too ignorant, my son,
For grasping schemes so finely spun.
My followers are of stronger mind
And I am content to stay behind,
Perhaps I failed, but I did my best,
These masters of mine may do the rest.
Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup.
When is your friend Tesla coming up.”
“Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late,
It would be useless to remonstrate.”
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—
I knock and—the bedlam of the street.
Nikola Tesla, Novice

And here is a song about Tesla!