Camo: "Two deep-ocean species of cephalopod, an octopus and a squid, can go
from transparent to opaque in the blink of an eye, a new study finds." (active camouflage)
Smarts: despite a walnut size brain (distributed through its arms and head), the octopus displays tool use and play and some basic language skills.
Technology: manipulates stones and shells for tools.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Seals have dark eyes... an abyss of revolution
Thanks to Tali Ford for pointing to me this un/cute song about seals with some great lyrics including:
you've taken to hanging out on that rock about a mile from shore
given what I know about that rock mainly that it's populated by seals
I strongly suggest to you that you not hang out there anymore
'cause the seal is a wily and a vicious creature
and the seal will bite you if you give him half a chance
yeah the seal has a mind set on violence
and the seal is the sworn enemy of man
Long live the revolution.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Animal forgetting...outside of history
I'm working through Nietzsche's Untimely Meditations II
Here is a wonderful moment from chapter 1:
Consider the herds that are
feeding yonder: they know not the meaning of yesterday or to-day; they graze
and ruminate, move or rest, from morning to night, from day to day, taken up
with their little loves and hates, at the mercy of the moment, feeling neither
melancholy nor satiety. Man cannot see them without regret, for even in the
pride of his humanity he looks enviously on the beast's happiness. He wishes
simply to live without satiety or pain, like the beast; yet it is all in vain,
for he will not change places with it. He may ask the beast—"Why do you
look at me and not speak to me of your happiness?" The beast wants to
answer—"Because I always forget what I wished to say": but he forgets
this answer too, and is silent; and the man is left to wonder.
[a bit further on]
Thus the beast lives unhistorically, for it gets up in the present like
a number without any odd fraction left over; it does not know how to play a
part, hides nothing, and appears in each moment exactly and entirely what it
is. ... However, with the smallest and
with the greatest good fortune, happiness becomes happiness in the same way:
through forgetting or, to express the matter in a more scholarly fashion, through
the capacity, for as long as the happiness lasts, to sense things unhistorically.
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