Native to the Americas, the turkey vulture (Cathartes aura) travels widely in search of sustenance. While usually foraging alone, it relies on other individuals of its species for companionship and mutual protection. Sometimes misunderstood, sometimes feared, sometimes shunned, it nevertheless performs an important role in the ecosystem.
This scavenger bird is a marvel of efficiency. Rather than expend energy flapping its wings, it instead locates uplifting columns of air, and spirals within them in order to glide to greater heights. This behavior has been mistaken for opportunism, interpreted as if it is circling doomed terrestrial animals destined to be its next meal. In truth, the vulture takes advantage of these thermals to gain the altitude needed glide longer distances, flying not out of necessity, but for the joy of it.
It also avoids the exertion necessary to capture live prey, preferring instead to feast upon that which is already dead. In this behavior, it resembles many humans.
It is not what most of us would consider to be a pretty bird. While its habits are often off-putting, or even disgusting, to members of more fastidious species, the turkey vulture helps to keep the environment from being clogged with detritus. Hence its Latin binomial, which translates to English as "golden purifier."
I rarely know where the winds will take me next, or what I might find there. The journey is the destination.
I can't say anything about Chi-Chi's, I've never eaten there, but I can say Minnesotans do enjoy spicy food. It's one of my regrets about having the esophagectomy; I can no longer eat foods spiced with hot peppers. However, the alternative wasn't any better.
Having spent an inordinate amount of time eating truly authentic Mexican food lately, I will point out that even the "authentic" American versions are greatly toned down. Can you say, Fire Breather?
Back in the day, as some will remember, we could buy moon rocks. I was always amazed by how many places had moon rocks for sale. It was quite apparent that none of the rocks had been brought back from the moon, but people still believed and bought them. A friend of mine wanted to get one but had missed his window of opportunity, so for his birthday, I picked up a lunar-looking rock and gifted it to him.
My ex-wife didn't appreciate the "piece of trash" and tossed it. Maybe not a good time to tell you: I chucked mine, too. It was a shard of concrete maybe the size of a Blackberry flip phone. I got rid of it because museums have way better exhibits; it was just collecting dust; and nobody would ever know or believe what it was, since I had no way to prove it, other than the story:
The second time my family moved to Germany (army dad) was in the summer of 1990, right in the middle of the German reunification. Mom worked for an international accounting firm in Frankfurt (Ernst & Young - until the Enron scandal kick-started their eventual demise/ merger/ dissolution/ whatever) and she traveled to Berlin on a business trip. She picked up pieces of the wall for everyone in the family, but the wall had been picked pretty clean by the time she got there, so there were none of the obvious graffitied pieces left. Also, she kept them small, because she had to lug them home in her suitcase (and this was before suitcases had wheels.)
How freaking old am I?? OMG.
I would gladly make a donation to preserve Newton's home, but don't make me take a chunk home. Just say thank you and let the people who know how to preserve history and share it with the world handle it.
My two cents, of course. If any of you are those people, tell me how to make my donation.
Nosferette- A friend of mine who was in the Army and stationed there at the time sent me a chunk. My ex-wife didn't appreciate the "piece of trash" and tossed it. I can forgive her a lot of things, including the "ex" part, but not that.
The Berlin wall was sold off in chunks too. In 1989, it would have been most likely legit since there were so many kilometers of it. Now? The odds are approaching zero.
It's probably legit. A (former) girlfriend bought me a piece (as I recall, it was around a square inch) of some manor that they were selling shares in to rebuild it. When we broke up, she repossessed it.
Sleep cycle? I was up at three this morning, but I napped most of the afternoon. Tomorrow I may be up early, or sleep till noon. The only thing partially consistent in my sleep cycle anymore is not going to bed until midnight. But even that gets disrupted by the infusions and their side effects.
The writer gave away the amazing amount of privilege they have when they mentioned to live in a multi sibling household, but each having their own room. I can't take people serious who have everything handed to them and then go out of their way to be traumatized by life. Nobody ever even yelled at that person to get up already.
Last week, after coming home late, not being able to sleep until 1 a.m. because I was too wired, getting up at 8 a.m. to drop off one of the sons at college (because the buses suck and I need the car later in the day) I went shopping for the whole family.
Around 11 a.m., I was driving home and tried to reach both of my other sons. Their phones were set to silent. When I came home, I took one light shopping bag from the trunk, slammed the front door, and yelled at the top of my lungs for both of them to get up and bring the shopping inside.
They definitely don't live in a sleep positive household when they decide to be oblivious to the needs of the family unit.
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