1. batsjustbats: ” wahhhh spring break “  From Diane Ackerman’s “In Praise of Bats” “Inside the cave,” I had asked Tuttle, “do they all have a set place where they’re supposed to be?” “Absolutely. There are millions of bats, but every one has its own position.” “Suppose you rearranged them?” “The mother bat might not find her baby. She might lose it in the crowd.” “What if you startled the bats and they flew to other parts of the cave? Would they be so obsessive as to reassemble themselves in the right order?” “Right. They would try to. But people disturb bats in caves, and it’s a major cause of bat decline in the United Staes. When a bat colony is rearing its young, it often roosts near a cave entrance or a particularly warm pocket of the ceiling….This baby bat is born hairless and hangs on the wall—that’s the equivalent of your being down in the basement lying naked on the cement floor. You’d get cold quickly. So for the young to grow and metabolize efficiently, they need to be in clusters with large numbers of other bats. They’ll often roost in a domed ceiling or a place where the cave is extra warm. But when you disturb them, they have to move back deeper into the cave, often into colder places or where the ceiling isn’t as rough, so it’s harder for the babies to cling. Then they’re more likely to off and get killed. Sometimes the mothers are so panicked by the disturbance that they drop their babies and they drown.” be good to #bats!

    batsjustbats:

    ” wahhhh spring break “ 

    From Diane Ackerman’s “In Praise of Bats”

    “Inside the cave,” I had asked Tuttle, “do they all have a set place where they’re supposed to be?”

    “Absolutely. There are millions of bats, but every one has its own position.”

    “Suppose you rearranged them?”

    “The mother bat might not find her baby. She might lose it in the crowd.”

    “What if you startled the bats and they flew to other parts of the cave? Would they be so obsessive as to reassemble themselves in the right order?”

    “Right. They would try to. But people disturb bats in caves, and it’s a major cause of bat decline in the United Staes. When a bat colony is rearing its young, it often roosts near a cave entrance or a particularly warm pocket of the ceiling….This baby bat is born hairless and hangs on the wall—that’s the equivalent of your being down in the basement lying naked on the cement floor. You’d get cold quickly. So for the young to grow and metabolize efficiently, they need to be in clusters with large numbers of other bats. They’ll often roost in a domed ceiling or a place where the cave is extra warm. But when you disturb them, they have to move back deeper into the cave, often into colder places or where the ceiling isn’t as rough, so it’s harder for the babies to cling. Then they’re more likely to off and get killed. Sometimes the mothers are so panicked by the disturbance that they drop their babies and they drown.”

    be good to #bats!

  2. also
    i dreamed of building safety
    window by window
    in a zombie apocalypse

    and then she was there
    we were kissing
    like
    well like never before
    like in dreams

    but all the rooms were
    taken
    and she disappeared
    i concerned myself
    with the doors
    the locks
    my group’s smiles
    the hope of flowers 

  3. anapparatusofhappiness: stvitussdance: margotdarling: rookiemag: fat-grrrl-activism: “In 1921, early suffragettes often donned a bathing suit and ate pizza in large groups to annoy men…it was a custom at the time” (via Cult of Aphrodite Vintaga) who want to come hang out and eat pizza and annoy men together champs. So much swag.

    anapparatusofhappiness:

    stvitussdance:

    margotdarling:

    rookiemag:

    fat-grrrl-activism:

    “In 1921, early suffragettes often donned a bathing suit and ate pizza in large groups to annoy men…it was a custom at the time”

    (via Cult of Aphrodite Vintaga)

    who want to come hang out and eat pizza and annoy men together

    champs.

    So much swag.

  4. "The additional tragedy of the big box saga is that it scuttled social roles and social relations in every American community. On top of the insult of destroying the geographic places we call home, the chain stores also destroyed people’s place in the order of daily life, including the duties, responsibilities, obligations, and ceremonies that prompt citizens to care for each other. We can get that all back, but it won’t be a bargain."
    James Howard Kunstler (via azspot)

  5. agentbartowski:

    alicespleasance:

    can danny pudi and donald glover host the oscars next year in character as troy and abed

    Troy and Abed host the Ossscaaars. 

    not really apropos or topical anymore, but i haven’t watched the most recent community and my itunes on android app doesn’t get me the harmontown ep i’m currently on. so.

  6. "The night was silent except for the serene beating of their wings. But when Tuttle switched on his mini-bat-detector, we heard a frenzy of clicks. Beyond human hearing, the air was loud with shouts as the teeming bats fluttered wing to wing, echolocating furiously so as not to collide. Like a Geiger counter gone berserk, the bat-detector poured static, and Tuttle laughed. There was no way to hear individual voices in the ultrasonic mayhem of the emergence."
    Diane Ackerman, “In Praise of Bats” in the collection The Moon by Whale Light
  8. "Their driving motivation was neither money nor fame, but the will to achieve the most eloquent expression of idea-emotions through the technical mastery of their instruments (which, incidentally, some of them wore as a priest wears the cross) and the give and take, the subtle rhythmical shaping and blending of idea, tone, and imagination demanded of group improvisation. The delicate balance struck between strong individual personality and the group during those early jam sessions was a marvel of social organization."
    Ralph Ellison, “Living with Music”

  9. She writes to the council, they don’t listen, Ned never writes, nor Gloria, they live communally but she is the only one who thinks communally and oh Christ that poor homeless worm livid in the sun. Like foreskin moving forward and back, forward and back, over itself. Nobody loves me everybody hates me because I’m a wriggly worm.

    — Zadie Smith, NW

    um…what.

  10. 100 Ways Teens Can Serve Their Communities

    I don’t know why this should be just for teens. I’m going to start trying some of these.
    1. Help teach a younger child to read.
    2. Help cook and/or serve a meal at a homeless shelter.
    3. Gather clothing from your neighbors and donate it to a local shelter.
    4. Make “I Care” kits with combs, toothbrushes, shampoo, etc. for the homeless.
    5. Pack and hand out food at a local food bank.
    6. Adopt a senior citizen”grandfriend” and write him or her letters and visit.
    7. Visit senior citizens at a nursing home.
    8. Rake leaves, shovel snow, clean gutters, or wash windows for a senior citizen.
    9. Pick up groceries or medicine for an elderly person.
    10. Go for a walk with a senior citizen in your community.

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