Even large octopuses – the largest species, the Giant Pacific, has an arm span of more than six metres and weighs a hundred pounds – can fit through an opening an inch wide, or about the size of its eye. This, combined with their considerable strength – a mature male Giant Pacific can lift thirty pounds with each of its 1600 suckers – means that octopuses are difficult to keep in captivity. The Soul of an Octopus by Sy Montgomery
Ah,those wooden ships upon the water, very free. Easy, the way it’s supposed to be.
Going where no man has ever gone before. They did. They really did. Damn sure was’nt easy,at all. Part of why they did it. Curiosity. What’s out there? Riches? Yes. Most goes to the financiers of the expedition, but the wealth of what was not known before is the real prize. Western Civ has been basking in the results of what muscle, blood, and curiosity produce. In short, Western Civ. Viking longships traversed the North Atlantic, famous for hurricane-force winds in frigid seas. Imagine the comfort. They kept going, those pale penis men. Built bigger, better wooden ships that circumvented the globe. Discovered it. Mapped it. Later on, their sons built different ships,some that landed on a star their greatgreatgreatgreat grandfathers had gazed on during those watery earthbound voyages.
Courage and curiosity, it’s a killer, and it produces great things.
EskymanSeptember 6, 2017, 12:09 PM
Fascinating articles, all. Don’t know how you do it: you obviously have some means of slowing down the passage of Time, to allow you to find all these interesting links.
That Octopus article really sucked me in, and held me firmly in its slimy grasp! Now I’m perplexed. How does a being which cannot see color mimic colors so perfectly it fools predators? But then, how do journalists write down facts which they then cannot see, to reach conclusions that the facts do not support?
No, I think the Octopus conundrum is more easily solvable. I doubt there’s a single journalist that can escape from a jam jar, though I do enjoy the thought of putting them in one to see them try.
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My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
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Can’t leave it alone
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Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
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And wake up each day
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
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Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
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Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
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Until I see
My shining light
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Ah,those wooden ships upon the water, very free. Easy, the way it’s supposed to be.
Going where no man has ever gone before. They did. They really did. Damn sure was’nt easy,at all. Part of why they did it. Curiosity. What’s out there? Riches? Yes. Most goes to the financiers of the expedition, but the wealth of what was not known before is the real prize. Western Civ has been basking in the results of what muscle, blood, and curiosity produce. In short, Western Civ. Viking longships traversed the North Atlantic, famous for hurricane-force winds in frigid seas. Imagine the comfort. They kept going, those pale penis men. Built bigger, better wooden ships that circumvented the globe. Discovered it. Mapped it. Later on, their sons built different ships,some that landed on a star their greatgreatgreatgreat grandfathers had gazed on during those watery earthbound voyages.
Courage and curiosity, it’s a killer, and it produces great things.
Fascinating articles, all. Don’t know how you do it: you obviously have some means of slowing down the passage of Time, to allow you to find all these interesting links.
That Octopus article really sucked me in, and held me firmly in its slimy grasp! Now I’m perplexed. How does a being which cannot see color mimic colors so perfectly it fools predators? But then, how do journalists write down facts which they then cannot see, to reach conclusions that the facts do not support?
No, I think the Octopus conundrum is more easily solvable. I doubt there’s a single journalist that can escape from a jam jar, though I do enjoy the thought of putting them in one to see them try.