My reconstruction of a “realistic ;)” winged horse, after the mythical Pegasus, made in collaboration with my students at a course of Systematic Zoology, as presented during the 2023 SpecPosium (recording pending).
As the professor pointed out, a cellulose-based diet would make the Pegasus far too heavy to take flight, as it requires a large and bulky gut. We changed its diet to that of an opportunistic predator/scavenger, exploiting the fact that long-distance soaring makes it easy to find carrions (see: condors, giant Azhdarchids). Face and teeth had also to be redesigned of consequence: unlike ruminants, horses still have canines that can be repurposed for carnivory. No longer required to be long to keep the eyes above the grass while grazing, the jaws are much shorter for better leverage when biting into bones.
The loss of heavy guts also allows to move the body’s center of gravity forward, between the shoulders, where massive pectoral and dorsal muscles are attached to power the wings. Unlike birds, but as in large pterosaurs, wings have to carry much of the body weight on the ground, and provide the main force for take-off.
Since a re-evolution of bird-like feathers seems unlikely, we went for a wing surface made up of stiff hair-derived bristles with essentially the same function, each bundle controlled by skin muscles. We derived the Pegasus not by the modern horse Equus but by the earlier three-toed equids such as Hipparion, so that one toe could be repurposed into a wing finger as in pterodactyls.
I will never again say my emotions are “irrational”. They are perfectly rational to me and my nervous system. It is the control of behavior we need to seek, not the control of emotions. These two things can happen and be honored at the same time. ~Fin~
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"[...] he said as didactically as ever." (1984, george orwell, p.299)
Friday’s Column: Brent’s Bent
Brent Pollard
It’s a safe assumption that even the unchurched have heard the 23rd Psalm, given its connection to funerals or memorial services. It is a most comforting psalm, but we note the implications for the deceased are only found in the final verse, in which David confidently asserts that the righteous dead will dwell in the Lord’s House forever. Otherwise,…
The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes reviews I've seen fixate on the story's discussion of whether humans are inherently good or inherently evil as if one side or the other is the correct answer. Meanwhile the story itself is showing that individual choice in every action--choosing to act out of either love or self-interest--is what truly matters in shaping society. A free and stable society requires that people be taught to make selfless choices rather than act out of fear. Instead of oppressing people into fearful order, citizens need to have the freedom to choose the good, and be educated with the values that teach them what good is.
Luke Hemmings from 5SOS climbed through a window into a classroom I was in during a lecture (I think it was a more hellish version of didactics), set next to me, listened and took notes while my brain went “whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefUCK" and when the lecture ended he started to leave but I stopped him to chat for a bit and later told my sister about it.
I don’t remember her reaction because I was woken up by my alarm.
I’m reflecting on cesaire’s work again and one of the little flourishes he does in discourse on colonialism is that he says the west will have to answer for its crimes against the human community. and I especially love this line because he’s using the same bourgeois universalising language that the imperial core so often does (“human rights” “freedom and justice for all” “spreading democracy across the globe”) but as a cudgel against the west, to reframe the human community as all those who lay outside of it. anyway I think everyone should read discourse on colonialism
At the command of the Didact, who rarely commanded his wife about anything, those processed by the Composer, those who remained on the fog-shrouded wheel, along with the remains of all the other Flood victims and the deactivated Graveminds—of which ten had already formed—and the last of the functioning monitors keeping perpetual watch—all on the wheel and the wheel itself were sent through a portal for one last time, never to be used in that same way again.
It was known as Installation 07.
It has become a sacred tomb for millions, though some may still live.
I do not know.