Now that humans have extended their reach to just about every part of Earth, the idea of “wilderness” is being challenged. If science fails to intervene on this island, a top predator goes extinct (and not because of us) and moose populations could go out of control. But does intervention to save the wolves destroy the meaning of “wilderness”? Where do we draw the line?(via jtotheizzoe)
Oh man, running into one fully-grown moose on Isle Royals was scary enough. I can’t imagine what that island would be like if there was a population boom. That said, whose place is it to say?
So, I bought myself a nexus 7 just a few days ago because my laptop is unwieldy and I needed something portable/more up-to-date, and my most excellent girlfriend just bought me a little keyboard to go with it! This is a test of the new keyboard. It is wonderful, due in no small part to the fact that it makes me feel like a giant.
n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.
Some percentages about the past 8 hours:
Time spent writing essay: ~50%
Time spent dealing with Six Flags ridiculousness: ~40%
Time spent worrying/being annoyed about Six Flags ridiculousness: 100%
Time spent eating: ~2%
Time spent formatting my essay so that it fits on few enough pages and has no free-floating headings: ~8%
Portion of my essay that is written in iambic pentameter: ~3%