I am in the middle of reading “The war on women” by Sue Lloyd-Roberts. The book was finalized without her input after she suddenly passed away in 2015. I wish that I could still contact her.
Because then I would talk with her about her own bias. She sounds convinced that there is a division between the “liberal West and the traditional East”, and it made her slightly blind to what went on in, say, her own country, assessed by the UN as perhaps the most openly misogynistic country in the world. That can probably be explained that she’d been living on the Spanish island of Mallorca since 2003.
I can’t allow myself to be blind to the fact that people in the West who condemn what goes on in other countries but are blind to what goes on in their own culture may be helping their causes less than they think.
There is no such thing as a dumb animal. Okay, with the possible exception of that one bee who currently keeps flying into my kitchen, again and again and again. But he always finds his way out again. Hm. Then maybe even this bee isn’t really that dumb… I haven’t figured out yet what smell on my windowsill could be attracting him. Or her.
Yesterday, I encountered a gull and realized “Oh! You’re a baby!”
I think this was the second time in the past five years or so that I’d seen a young from close enough that I was able to detect the messiness of its feathers. The first time, I mistook it for a gull that had had an encounter with hot exhaust gases. *blush*
I looked up. Would there be a parent around? Sure enough, an adult was sitting on the roof above the youngster and sure enough, it swooped down and signalled “Don’t you dare harm my baby!” by reaching a point no more than about a meter over my head – I instinctively ducked – before it swooped upward again.
Message understood. Roger, willco, over and out.
So I walked on. The parent returned to its high perch, literally watching over its young.
Then I took this photo, with my old mobile.
There are very few geologists who went into earth science because they loved sitting at a desk behind a computer all day long (though particularly structural geologist do a lot of modelling).
I am no exception. Below is a view from the lamproite plug that I had in my fieldwork area in south-eastern Spain one year (Cancarix).
See what I mean?
By the way, a lamproite plug is like a tiny volcano with molten rock that came up from very deep in the earth. Kimberlite – which can contain diamonds – is a bit like that too.
I loved doing fieldwork, and I miss it. In fact, when I spend too much time behind a computer, typing up reports and so on, I tend to develop neuromusculoskeletal complaints of shoulders, arms, wrists and hands. I don’t like being indoors all the time either.
It is one of the reasons why I enjoy working with wildlife. It enables me to spend more time outside. I even have a small tent for this purpose.