November 15, 2014

Weekend Miscellany 4: Tattooed monk, comets, crickets, angels, tuna, wolves and murder for lobster

The tattoo artist who became a Benedictine monk .  Brother Andre Love is now curator of Mount Angel Abbey's art collection.

Six years ago, Mount Angel Abbey's serene hilltop campus shook, as leather-clad Bobby Love rolled in on his motorcycle. Love removed his helmet revealing pierced ears and a mop of dreadlocks. With tattoos on his hands, arms and neck, he looked like an extra on "Sons of Anarchy" not a someone attending a retreat for those who might become Catholic monks…….

Above the neckline of his black hood, his neck tattoos remain. His hands are marked with a spiderweb, women's faces, an alpha and omega, and "HOLD FAST" on his knuckles. A red heart marks his palm. His name is Love after all…….

Looking back at his story, Love sees that his uncompromising passion for art led him into spiritual desolation, but ultimately, it led him to drive his motorcycle to a discernment retreat at Mount Angel Abbey. His one word explanation for how this happened is "God."

Broken sleep  People once woke up halfway through the night to think, write or make love. What have we lost by sleeping straight through?

Modern, electrical illumination revolutionized the night and, in turn, sleep. Prior to Edison, says the Virginia Tech historian A Roger Ekirch, author of At Day’s Close: Night in Times Past (2005), sleep had been divided into two distinct segments, separated by a period of night-waking that lasted between one and several hours. The pattern was called segmented sleep.

How to Make a Schadenfreude Pie  Dark. Rich. And oh so bittersweet.

National Geographic uses tintypes to illustrate Children of Civil War Veterans Still Walk Among Us, 150 Years After the War  The still living sons and daughters of the blue and gray

 Tintypes Children Of Civilwar

Astonishing.  The "tropic cascade" in Yellowstone National Park when, after an absence of 70 years, wolves were  re-introduced into the park.  They brought back all sorts of new life and even changed rivers.  How Wolves Change Rivers

Listen to This: Comet's Eerie 'Song' Captured by Rosetta Spacecraft.  Strange, echoed clopping sound produced by "oscillations in the magnetic field in the comet's environment,"

In the Wall Street Journal Taming the Wild Tuna  Farming tuna has never been successful until now. 

With a decades long global consumption boom depleting natural fish populations of all kinds, demand is increasingly being met by farm-grown seafood. In 2012, farmed fish accounted for a record 42.2% of global output, compared with 13.4% in 1990 and 25.7% in 2000. A full 56% of global shrimp consumption now comes from farms, mostly in Southeast Asia and China. Oysters are started in hatcheries and then seeded in ocean beds. Atlantic salmon farming, which only started in earnest in the mid-1980s, now accounts for 99% of world-wide production—so much so that it has drawn criticism for polluting local water systems and spreading diseases to wild fish.

Until recently, the Pacific bluefin tuna defied this sort of domestication. The bluefin can weigh as much as 900 pounds and barrels through the seas at up to 30 miles an hour. Over a month, it may roam thousands of miles of the Pacific. The massive creature is also moody, easily disturbed by light, noise or subtle changes in the water temperature. It hurtles through the water in a straight line, making it prone to fatal collisions in captivity.

A case of 'murder for lobster'  The bizarre fishermen's feud that has allegedly left one man dead and three arrested

Toshiba’s high-tech grow rooms are churning out lettuce that never needs washing
Why plant lettuce in a clean room? The obvious answer: Because it’s clean. Everything is tightly controlled, including air pressure, temperature, lighting, bacteria, and dust. The result is a crop that doesn’t need pesticides, doesn’t have bugs, and doesn’t need washing.

LISTEN: Man records crickets, discovers angels and humans singing to God

Composer Jim Wilson has recorded the sound of crickets and then slowed down the recording, revealing something so amazing. The crickets sound like they are singing the most angelic chorus in perfect harmony. Though it sounds like human voices, everything you hear in the recording is the crickets themselves.
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