Came across this fascinating article about Cabbage tree emperor moths today.

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The cabbage tree emperor moth has wings with tiny scales that absorb sound waves sent out by bats searching for food. That absorption reduces the echoes that bounce back to bats, allowing Bunaea alcinoe to avoid being so noticeable to the nocturnal predators, researchers report online November 12 in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences


…it isn’t just wings that help such earless moths evade bats. Other moths in the same family as B. alcinoe also have sound-absorbing fur, the same researchers report online October 18 in the Journal of the Acoustical Society of America.

Holderied and his colleagues studied the fluffy thoraxes of the Madagascan bullseye moth and the promethea silk moth, and found that the fur also absorbs sound waves through a different process called porous absorption. In lab tests, the furry-bellied moths absorbed as much as 85 percent of the sound waves encountered. Researchers suspect that the equally fluffy cabbage tree emperor moth also has this ability.

Other moths that have ears can hear bats coming, and can quickly swerve out of the way of their predators, dipping and diving in dizzying directions (SN: 5/26/18, p. 11). Some moths also have long tails on their wings that researchers suspect can be twirled to disrupt bats’ sound waves (SN: 3/21/15, p. 17). Still other moths produce toxins to fend off foes.

I wander on Craigslist often, sometimes more frequently than other times. Sometimes with more purpose than other times. I look into a window at objects that belong to people I do not know – people with whom I share this city, who share the city with me. I wonder if they know more about me than I do myself or have something to give that I never knew I could have. If I expose myself to a larger universe, do I increase or decrease the probability of finding things that make me happy?

I deeply enjoy the objects but sometimes I come across listings that are snapshots of peoples’ lives. Objects embodying a moment in someone’s time. Stories of the animate, inanimate. Stories of other stories. Sometimes, it is as if one is being invited to read a page from a journal.

I found this today. It broke my heart.


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2 April 2018

Lies that horoscopes tell you
Regular schedules
Glorified ideas of stability
Un-glorified uncertainty
Human responsibilities
Mailing one’s tax documents to the universe
The thought of having a thought

Name Ideas : Inspiration in Retrograde? Retrogressive Inspiration?

I’m in a crisis of sorts – one that is amusingly poignant. As a thought hobbyist, I spend a fair amount of time indulging in some well structured, masterfully self-crafted methodical inessential thinking exercises about absolutely arbitrary arguments. It is what a millennial might incorrectly refer to as a ‘Rabbit Hole’. ( we let them roll with it. )

The architecture of Overthinking is founded on an intricate network of endless wonder, egocentric altruism and various forms of superiority complexes. It is a hobby only visionaries can sustain, for without the foresight who could ever think up all possible ways in which one’s 3rd toenail sets off their quarter life crisis. For us ‘introspection aficionados’, it is equivalent to meditation – an exercise of the mind and much like any spiritual experience, thought-indulgence yields the richest results in solitude. Needless to say, the more narcissistic the individual, the more rewarding the experience.

Without divulging the details of my current crisis, I’ll say that it is a crisis within a crisis within a crisis. It is really a blessing that I also happen to be a DIY psychoanalysis nerd – since it is becoming increasingly hard to find, connect with and afford professionals these days. Loosely based on Marshall McLuhan’s ‘medium is the message’, I came up with a syndrome called ‘confidant is the crisis’. More on this later..

Last night, a wonderful friend described to me a wonderful phenomenon – the existence of a human who, as he put it, is “the opposite of inspiring” – someone that reverse inspires you. Mis-inspiring? De-inspiring? Inspiration in the negative. – Inspiration? Part of my crisis involves being de-inspired by pretty much everything. I have hence resolved to document all things that suck the inspiration out of me under the terrible working title Reverse Inspiration.