‎63 Years of Memories....

‎63 Years of Memories....
that's what I have now. The photo below shows the chair on the point which for so many years was my father's favorite after-supper place to contemplate and cast for walleye. As much as I feel guilty about what's happened, I know he would understand and even say there's nothing to forgive. He lived life fully and moved on many times. I'm the one with the unique experience of being attached to a beautiful place for my whole life. And despite all my best efforts, yesterday the 'cabin' was sold. I signed the papers and, truth be told, a weight was lifted. A new life lies ahead without the obligations, but with all of the wonderful memories. My unrelentingly positive attitude says this is truly how it is, but my heart is still sad.

There are some things in life for which the balance between the obligation and the joy of ownership often cannot be sustained forever. It became clear that I was no longer up to the task of taking care of the place quite a while back. However, knowing what needs to be done and doing it are often far apart. Finally, no choice was left. It had to be sold.

Now it's gone. No more worrying about how long the grass or how deep the snow is up there. No more sublimely pleasurable early morning cups of coffee sitting on the dock when the color of the lake is like pale blue glass and the air is completely still. No more endless repairs, high taxes, and utility bills. No more late nights around the fire pit with friends and family - warm from both fire and friendship. No more frozen pipes or emergency calls to the furnace guys. No more saunas and midnight skinny dipping that make you feel like you'll live forever while your connection with nature is confirmed by the gazillion stars of the milky way and the loons calling out in the dark. No more concerns with low well water levels or water so hard and full of iron the clothes turn yellow and your newly washed hair feels like brillo. No more finding the way home by boat in the dark after a long day on the lake feeling like this is the only place you really, really belong. No more praying that the boathouse will make it another year without collapsing. And ultimately, no more making new memories with friends, family and loved ones. No new memories, that is, at Half Bay, Lake Vermilion, Tower, MN. New life... here we come!

How do you thank a place for memories?

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Comfortably Numb...

So while walking around campus yesterday listening to my Ipod- what I heard astounded me. I was so captivated that I stopped walking so I wouldn't miss any part of what was pumping through my ears...following the 'Podcast' that caught my attention; I retreated to a computer to research this interesting find...(Bert, I thought that this was right up your alley...)

Interview: Searching for the poisonous Pitohui (NPR Podcast)

What is so amazing to me...this Oriole-sized bird (of the family Pachycephalidae) native to the island of Papua New Guinea
is poisonous*!!

From what I have read, the bird's feathers, skin and portions of the internal organs all contain powerful poison (neurotoxic alkaloids of the batrachotoxin group the same stuff secreted by the Colombian poison dart frogs, genus Phyllobates).
The bird may be exhibiting toxicity due to its diet...a small beetle from the corrosion genus (yup...same beetle that the frogs eat).

*In the US I would feel safe to say that there is large public confusion on the distinction between 'Poisonous' and 'Venomous'. Poisionous typically is in reference to toxic effects after ingestion (i.e. "Wow...Timmy, I shouldn't have eaten that red berry...I think it was poisonous.") Venomous is typically in reference to the ability to inject venom (i.e. "Wow...Timmy, I was just bitten by a Black Mamba, I think it is Venommmm...thump.)

(from: Pitohui!; January 1993; Scientific American Magazine; by Marguerite Holloway)
The pitohui sounds like what it is: something to spit out. The skin, feathers and some organs of this orange-and-black New Guinean bird contain a potent poison. Although other species-including certain snakes, insects and frogs-were known to produce toxins as deterrents, it was generally thought that birds did not. So the discovery of the same device in the pitohui has ruffled some notions of avian defensive strategies and coloration.

The pitohui's defense mechanism was noticed two years ago by John P. Dumbacher, a graduate student in ecology and evolution at the University of Chicago. He felt numbness and burning in his mouth when he licked his hands after handling the hooded pitohui, referred to in New Guinea as a "rubbish" bird because of the taste of its skin. Dumbacher and his colleagues recently reported in Science that three species of the genus Pitohui-the hooded, the variable and the rusty-produce a noxious chemical, which they identified in 1992.

Unrelated...but just as interesting: NPR Story on Mud Upwelling (NPR Podcast)

2 comments:

Piz said...

Cool! I wonder if Steve Irwin ever did a show on the poisonous bird? [A moment of silence for Steve...]
-Karen

Bert said...

A great nugget of esoterica Sam. Keep them coming.