Posts Tagged ‘carnivals’
My two favorite historical quotes are, “If I have seen farther than others, it is because I have stood on the shoulders of giants,” and, “I owe my greatness to the smallness of my contemporaries.” Taken separately, each quote has its charm. Together, they explain…well, academia at least.
This month’s submissions to the Circus of the Spineless web carnival represent an astonishing array of organisms, and the full range of the kinds of interests people take in those organisms, and each post is illustrated with at least one, often many, very pretty pictures.
The captain stood and brushed wet sand from her elbow, mouth and hair. Rough hands pawed at her shoulder and…”Yes! I’m fine. On your way!” The captain turned to face the Elitist Bastard, sitting low on the horizon, and tried not to spit.
the 19th edition of the blog carnival Berry Go Round, which is a blog carnival dedicated to writings of any aspect of plant life from the blogosphere.
We are happy to announce, and to celebrate, the one hundredth edition of the blog carnival, I and the Bird.
When we last saw our insipid heroine-in-her-own-mind, she was proposing legislation to keep America safe for the dollar and joining her fellow party members in flirting with sedition. Reaction to both behaviors continued long after our last carnival.
Quiche Moraine is proud to present The Fourth Stone Hearth, a blog carnival that specializes in anthropology in the widest sense of that word: the study of humankind, throughout all times and places, focusing primarily on four lines of research: Archaeology, Sociocultural Anthropology, Biological Anthropology, and Linguistic Anthropology.
As I explained to someone the other day, I thought that after the election, we’d be able to retire the Replace Michele Bachmann Blog Carnival. Even though she squeaked through her reelection with a slim plurality, I was among the people who still considered the Republicans capable of learning what hadn’t worked for them in this election. One of those things being Bachmann, I thought she’d end up in some congressional broom closet somewhere, in a straitjacket with a duct tape gag. Not that I spent any time dwelling on this image or anything.
Alas, it was not to be.