All posts for the month July, 2021

Eternal Change for No Energy: A Time Crystal Finally Made Real

Published July 31, 2021 by Nan Mykel

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Go to the url above for the scoop.  I don’t know enough to say anything about it but wow.  All the recent cutting edge discoveries are making me a little nervous, however.  As a member of homo sapiens I wonder if we’re getting a little too big for our britches–at least our humane britches?


Published July 31, 2021 by Nan Mykel

I reached a milestone in human development this week–I got on the cusp of nearly almost approaching late middle age when I took 2 Pepto Bismol tablets (which are for diarrhea) to cure my constipation…..still suffering from my action.


Published July 28, 2021 by Nan Mykel

U:  What’s on your mind?

Me:  You!

U:  Moi?  What’s the prob?

Me:  You’re filthy rich…

U:  Yeah, I became a millionaire in 2020, along with 1.7 million other Americans

Me:  I didn’t…

U:  Yah, you’re too honest and soft-hearted, and not well-connected. 

Me:  That’s bad?

U: Nah, just will keep you poor, and being poor is the pits.

Me: You make it so.  How about we share the wealth?  Make everybody happy?

U:  Hate to break it to ya, but that wouldn’t make the rich happy.

Me:  They need to have somebody to lord it over?

U: Well, if you’re gonna be better than somebody, the lower somebody has to exist.

Me:  So if I’m not rich that means I’m lower than you?

U:  Ya got it!

Me:  But I am not  lower!

U: La la la la la….

Me: You know, I do have something special.

U: Whuzzat?

Me: A conscience.


Published July 28, 2021 by Nan Mykel

Bird words…

Jane Dougherty Writes

Early morning,
before the tractors are awake,
listen to the gentle words
of the warbler in the willows,

the oriole playing flute notes
that never quite make a song,
the brush of leaves, summer-dry,
when someone passes, furtive and sleek.

Listen before you scroll
through the litany of lies,
and perhaps bird-words will linger
and some of the truth will stick.

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Shazam for bird songs

Published July 27, 2021 by Nan Mykel

An eco-friendly post!

Live & Learn

…Birds can be secretive creatures, staying high in the treetops or deep in the underbrush. Even those in plain sight often move startlingly quickly, appearing as hardly more than a flash of color, a blur of wings. Except for the background sound of birdsong, many people are never aware of how many birds — or how few — they share the world with.

Apps like iNaturalist from National Geographic and the California Academy of Sciences help to close that gap, functioning as both electronic field guides and vast data-collection devices. They learn as we learn, improving with every photo and map pin we upload, helping experts understand a planet undergoing profound change. But what of the vast number of birds we never see, those we only hear? To offer that feature — one that accurately and consistently recognizes birds by sound alone — would be the birding equivalent of finding…

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Wouldn’t It Be Loverly…?

Published July 27, 2021 by Nan Mykel


If losing one’s mind would leave

vast empty caverns anxious to be filled.

A new interest!  How about bowing out

as a theoretical mathematician!

I never recovered from flashcard fright.

(There’s a wormhole now between

numbers and geometry)–

Is the flying bishop any stranger

than the idiot savant?   Are mutations

only physical?  What of Noam Chomsky’s

language blueprint?  Maybe rolling the

dice  could gift reincarnation…

[Poor soul, she mistook the grim reaper

for a croupier at Reno.]


Published July 26, 2021 by Nan Mykel

The roots of the arts “date back in deep history to the genetic origins of the human brain, and are permanent.” So writes Edward O. Wilson in one of my favorite books, Consilience, 1998….

“While biology has an important part to play in scholarly interpretation, the creative arts themselves can never be locked in by this or any other discipline of science.  The reason is that the exclusive role of the arts is the transmission of the intricate details of human experience by artifice to intensify aesthetic and emotional response. Works of art communicate feeling directly from mind to mind, with no intent to explain why the impact occurs.  In this defining quality, the arts are the antithesis of science. (p 218)

“….Several special powers were granted the arts by the genetic evolution of the brain.  First is the ability to generate metaphors with ease and move them fluidly from one context to another.”   Wilson maintains that metaphors, the “building blocks of creative thought,” are the  consequence of  spreading activation of the brain  during learning.

Wilson also recognizes the importance of our natural environment for our present and future.  On page 278 he writes, “What we idealize in nature and seek to re-create is the peculiar physical and biotic environment  that cradled the human species.  The human body and mind are precisely adapted to this world , notwithstanding its trials and  dangers, and that is why we think it beautiful. In this respect Homo sapiens  conforms to a basic principle of organic evolution, that  all species prefer and gravitate to the environment in which their genes were assembled.  It is called ‘Habitat selection.’

“There lies survival for humanity, and there lies mental peace, as prescribed by our genes.  We are consequently unlikely ever to find any other place  or conceive of any other home as beautiful as this blue planet was before we began to change it.”

He Taught Us Well

Published July 23, 2021 by Nan Mykel

He may not have won the election but he appears to have won the attack on the quality of our humanity. Who will be left to wash our mouths out? What are we teaching our children about assertiveness versus aggression, or the ability to manage our anger and…yes, nastiness? Who can be the cleverest with personal invectives? “Do as I say, not as I do” cannot be asserted any more, because we’re not even endorsing politeness by example.

He has taught us how to fight dirty, and dragged much of our culture down with him, both Republicans and Democrats, and with it fed paranoia. It’s a competition of who can be most degrading. Being empathic does not mean condoning dangerous, destructive, illogical or spiteful behavior. Can we no longer model intelligence without invective? I don’t mean to preach, but Gee Whiz, guys!

Two books I still honor from the past are Your Perfect Right: A Guide to Assertive Living by Robert Alberti and Michael L. Emmons and When Anger Hurts: Quieting the Storm Within by Matthew McKay. Personally I prefer for the goldie oldies.

Floating Away

Published July 20, 2021 by Nan Mykel
Image by Ruth Scribbles

Perennial or annual?


Like a chunk of melting ice, we lose a part of ourselves with time (which doesn’t exist, remember)…

The watchman with a microscope sees his underfooting melt and float away, leaving the captain of the fleet more vulnerable.

I lost a part of me today, and will tomorrow also.  The longer I live now, the less there is of me.  Finally the early memories remain, and I am stripped in my naked animal vulnerability. 

Grin and bear it or don’t grin?  Ha ha…

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