Ray's Thought for the Day - Which is More Interesting?
Easy that. Flies are more interesting than carpels. Crumby needs to focus on flies, not carpels. Besides, flies are more photogenic than carpels.
I have been trying to figure out what my latest fly is named in taxonomic lingo. Not easy that, but I have narrowed it down to a couple of families, or maybe four or five families. One of my several pictures of that last rude fly shows a big rounded calypter. That's a fair clue on the family side.
However, I am beginning to surmise from my desultory efforts that the fly taxonomic lingo and associated details may not ultimately serve as a basis for generating a fly ecotourism industry. But who knows. Optical digital technology is improving by leaps and bounds. Maybe someday soon we shall have simple binoculars and cameras able to resolve fly tibias from orbit or even closer up.
Who knows, someday we could have a big crowd of ecotourists paying big money to visit the CB south compost pile to espy our rare flies. Er. That particular compost pile has not been composting much due to recent climatic conditions. Consequently, some small mammals, possibly rats, have constructed a large tunnel exiting from the compost pile as indicated by an egress hole and the tunnel itself. They may have a den in there. Seems like I recall that if you have small mammals resident in your compost pile, that compost pile aint working as designed. Nevertheless, it may attract some flies anyway.
Hark! Look who has arrived on this scenic expanse, none other than my bosom companion, the redoubtable yet circumspect, Crumby Ovate. A welcome before ye, Crumby.
That's all so Ray. Say Ray, isn't it time for yer delicious cinnamon bun?
Noper Crumby. Ye are jumping to false conclusions. That delicious cinnamon bun must await the dawn of the 24th day of DY 1, in the Season of the Polar Bear, Praise Ye Goddess!!!!, tomorrow.
Then let's have some oatmeal while we strategize on our diurnal activities.
All righty then.
I have been trying to figure out what my latest fly is named in taxonomic lingo. Not easy that, but I have narrowed it down to a couple of families, or maybe four or five families. One of my several pictures of that last rude fly shows a big rounded calypter. That's a fair clue on the family side.
However, I am beginning to surmise from my desultory efforts that the fly taxonomic lingo and associated details may not ultimately serve as a basis for generating a fly ecotourism industry. But who knows. Optical digital technology is improving by leaps and bounds. Maybe someday soon we shall have simple binoculars and cameras able to resolve fly tibias from orbit or even closer up.
Who knows, someday we could have a big crowd of ecotourists paying big money to visit the CB south compost pile to espy our rare flies. Er. That particular compost pile has not been composting much due to recent climatic conditions. Consequently, some small mammals, possibly rats, have constructed a large tunnel exiting from the compost pile as indicated by an egress hole and the tunnel itself. They may have a den in there. Seems like I recall that if you have small mammals resident in your compost pile, that compost pile aint working as designed. Nevertheless, it may attract some flies anyway.
Hark! Look who has arrived on this scenic expanse, none other than my bosom companion, the redoubtable yet circumspect, Crumby Ovate. A welcome before ye, Crumby.
That's all so Ray. Say Ray, isn't it time for yer delicious cinnamon bun?
Noper Crumby. Ye are jumping to false conclusions. That delicious cinnamon bun must await the dawn of the 24th day of DY 1, in the Season of the Polar Bear, Praise Ye Goddess!!!!, tomorrow.
Then let's have some oatmeal while we strategize on our diurnal activities.
All righty then.
posted by ray pistrum at Friday, January 12, 2007
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