Turkey vultures urinate (not poop) on their legs for evaporative cooling, this is called urohydrosis.
This made me laugh…one of my favorite birds. Not to mention their effortless soaring or their amazing olfaction.
on my list of things I want to be when I grow up: “tattooed dad”
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Henry Rollins, how do you say so many good things?
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I am jet laggy, I think, and I want to nap but part of everything inside me is yelling at me telling me that I am going to die and that the day must be filled with activity, lest I die knowing that on May 24, 2012 I took a nap instead of reorganizing my underwear drawer. I have a stick of deodorant and a pair of swim shorts that are missing, and it is eating at me a bit. Also, there’s a paralyzing fear of people and me with people, and I sort of want to fake my death, and roam around under an assumed identity. Also, I want to learn photosynthesis.
This is the amazingly poetic wiki entry on jet lag:
“the body’s natural pattern is upset, as the rhythms that dictate times for eating, sleeping, hormone regulation and body temperature variations no longer correspond to the environment nor to each other in some cases. To the degree that the body cannot immediately realign these rhythms, it is jet lagged.”
I’m all out of sorts. Maybe it’s my hormones.
Holy Hell, can’t sleep, can’t help but to notice that it is 8:36 in the morning in France. mergh.
Sandy Smith, Please don’t break my heart, August, 2007.
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Having an astoundingly intense craving for re-fried beans, which I’ve had both yesterday and today as part of my lunch.
