|Cormorant design by committee
|Cormorants look like they were designed by a committee of non-experts, probably at an old government office full of mid-level managers and underpaid engineers. Here's how I imagine the process went:
Person 1: We want a bird. Thankfully version 2 never made it to market. #nature
Engineers: No problem.
Person 2: But the bird can swim.
Engineers: Uh ... yeah we can do that. Webbed feet and whatnot.
Person 3: But it needs to swim underwater to catch fish.
Engineers: Oh ... hmm ... ok. Just remove some buoyancy so it can sink better. It'll need to have gills so it can--
Person 1: No, it needs to breathe air!
Engineers: Ok ... I guess we can have it resurface every so often. But it's just gonna stick it's head and neck out of the water because it's midsection is too dense to float, so it'll look like a snake.
Person 3: That's fine. And then it can fly away and do other bird things.
Engineers: Not exactly. Because of its extra density, it'll have a hard time taking off out of the water.
Person 2: But it can fly, right?
Engineers: Yes, but it'll need to dry its wings before any amount of extended flight. The decreased buoyancy and underwater swimming mean its entire body gets soaked to the bone, so it'll need to stand around with its wing outstretched, which is a perfect time for predators to attack it.
Person 3: Can you put a gun on its head?
Engineers: We'll try that in version 2.
|I find it immensely ironic that people are offended by Colin Kaepernick's peaceful protest which consists entirely of kneeling or sitting during the playing of the national anthem. It's like saying, "This is America, where we blindly assert our allegiance to our national identity, and if you don't participate, you're a traitor." Read the fucking Bill of Rights. #politics
|"Do you want to hear our dinner specials?" Oh you mean, do I want to hear you ramble through a ridiculously long list of food choices which would be infinitely better communicated on paper, which there is zero chance of me remembering, just so you can check an item off your "Waitressing 101" checklist and sell more food that didn't sell well yesterday? How about no. #food
|If I could reincarnate as anything, I'd obviously want to be a bird, because ... flying. But not just any bird. I'd want to be a water bird. Not a water bird like a stupid penguin, which can't fly. But an actual flying, swimming bird. Birds like ducks, geese, and seagulls can walk, they can fly, and they can swim. Fucking badass.
Ducks are cute, but lack a certain fearsomeness. Geese have those long necks and they just look at you like they want to cause you physical harm. But only a seagull can survive just as well near the ocean as in a random suburban parking lot. I think it's due to their ability to eat anything and everything, including garbage. As hated as they are, they have possibly the best chance of surviving the near-certain apocalypse that awaits our dumb bipedal species.
Seagulls: Land, sea, and air. And garbage dumps. #nature
|When I was a teenager, I assumed command of the family's lawn-mowing responsibilities. That was fine and all, but what I really liked was using a weed whacker to make nice clean edges along the sidewalk. There's just something appealing to me about a well-defined border between two separate spaces. This is the grass, and this is the sidewalk; here is where one ends and one begins.
This idea has carried over into my adult life in a different way. I currently have a beard, and it's a little ridiculous and unkempt, but I always make sure I clean up the edges. Clean lines and borders give the illusion of order, despite the fact that I haven't fully shaved in several months.
I was reminded of my affinity for borders on my recent trip to the jungles of Peru. I didn't necessarily mind walking around in mosquito-ridden forests or trying to avoid the glowing eyes of spiders hanging from overhead palm leaves. But spending two nights in an open-air cabana with mosquito nets over the beds was more than unpleasant. It wasn't simply bad in and of itself; it was bad because there was no difference between outside and inside. The border was weak, as evidenced by the bats flying around in the bathroom.
Taking this a step further, I think this is why I tend to form strong opinions fairly easily. I like when things are black or white, right or wrong, winner or loser. It makes it easier for me to group ideas and to see a difference between sides. Unfortunately, most of life consists of borderless, edgeless gray areas. I need to learn to live with messiness. #psychology