A Victorian MRA Interlude: Coverture

I’ve fallen a bit behind in fisking our Victorian MRA dude, but never fear! I shall persevere until the end. Eventually. After finishing mah bad Bible stories book, doing up some hawt geology posts and working on this amazing backlog of nature photography I have got. In the meantime, there’s this very concise (and potentially rage-inducing) post on coverature by Cerys Gruffyydd for your history-of-how-horribly-women-were-treated needs. Trigger warning for marital rape. Continue reading “A Victorian MRA Interlude: Coverture”

A Victorian MRA Interlude: Coverture
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(Near) Garden of the Gods Reprise: Jackson Falls

Remember when we visited the Shrooms of the Gods at Garden of the Gods? That’s not the only wondrous place formed by the Pounds Sandstone. Reader Heliconia got to visit the area in early spring, and sent us these images from Jackson Falls, just a short distance away: Continue reading “(Near) Garden of the Gods Reprise: Jackson Falls”

(Near) Garden of the Gods Reprise: Jackson Falls

Mutant Mallard

I’m a very bad person. Let’s just get that right out of the way: I’m terrible. Every time I go for a walk along North Creek, I forget to bring duck food. Most days, it doesn’t matter, but then there are days when all the duckies are hungry and quacking at me and I feel like a complete failure of a hominid. What good am I to them except as a duck feeder? I fail.

But they let me photograph them anyway. They’re dears, even if I know the males are terrible rapist assholes.

On a recent warm spring day, I went for a walk along the creek, and encountered a mutant mallard, who graciously posed even though I had no foodstuffs for him. Continue reading “Mutant Mallard”

Mutant Mallard

Unidentified Flying Dinosaur: Whooo Ya Gonna Call?

Back in March, B and I were traipsing through Lord Hill Regional Park. We’d just got done with the River Trail, and were trudging back along the main trail. It was getting near sunset, and the woods were dusky, with only occasional glimpses of the sun. The usual wind rustling branches, little birds chirping, and sometimes planes flying by filled the silence. And there was a loud, echoing call in the distance. I thought it was kids making silly animal sounds. It became a sort of background noise. I didn’t think much of it. Continue reading “Unidentified Flying Dinosaur: Whooo Ya Gonna Call?”

Unidentified Flying Dinosaur: Whooo Ya Gonna Call?

Even Our Police Dogs are Racist – When Their Human Handlers Are

Here’s a statistic that should have you shaking with rage:

The Department of Justice’s report on the Ferguson Police Department is full of eye-catching numbers that reveal a culture plagued by significant racism. Statistically significant. For instance, nearly ninety per cent of the people who prompted a “use of force” by the F.P.D. were black. Even among such skewed percentages, there are some standouts. Among cases in which a suspect was bitten by an attack dog and the suspect’s race was recorded, what percentage were black?

A hundred per cent.

Let that sink in for a minute. Continue reading “Even Our Police Dogs are Racist – When Their Human Handlers Are”

Even Our Police Dogs are Racist – When Their Human Handlers Are

New at Rosetta Stones: Fools for Fool’s Gold!

It’s April Fools’ Day in many countries, and to celebrate, I’ve finally remembered to do up some research on pyrite! But it turned out so unbelievable, I decided I’d better not publish it today. So we’ll start with some famous fools fooled by fool’s gold. We’ll get to the really wild stuff I found out next week, when you might be more inclined to believe me!

And thee shall have a picture of lovely dolomite, pyrite, and quartz to boot.

Image shows a white and transparent rock with beautiful bits of pyrite shining in it.

“Quartz with Pyrite inclusions and Dolomite.” Image courtesy Rob Lavinsky, iRocks.com (CC-BY-SA-3.0)
New at Rosetta Stones: Fools for Fool’s Gold!