Today, the city of Farmington, Maine, honors the inventor of earmuffs.

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teh antropologist john hawks wirites

Brain size is under stabilizing selection, and both energetic and ontogenetic demands favor smaller ones.

im ahjead of teh curve again.

p.s. he alslso says 'extraordinary claims require more than one brain'. oh boy do they ever!

Labels: All our pomp of yesterday, anthropology, career opportunities, Maine, science

Abandoned semi-trailer by the roadside, Washington County, Maine. Click to enlarge:

Consider it done!

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Mesa Verde, somewhere on Congress St., but you'll never need or want to find it.

Execrable, heavy, criminally incompetent college-cafeteria "Mexican" food, except for the guacamole. We considered the guac acceptable, as far as it went. But it came in a bowl that turned out to contain a false bottom of shredded iceberg lettuce filling half the volume. NOT. ACCEPTABLE.

We felt vaguely queasy for hours after we left.

Duckfat, 43 Middle Street, Portland, ME

We had the french fries fried in duck fat with aioli (they call it "garlic aioli", redundantly, but what the heck — it's Maine) and curry mayo for dipping on the side, the smoked squash soup, and the marinated-tomato/fresh mozarella/pesto panini. All delicious. Serious, sound, thoughtful, and well-executed food. The only fault might be that the soup, while tasty, could be seen as a little too clever. Sane prices, too. If you're in Portland, drop in and tell 'em the masshole sent you, the one the cute dyke waitress hated.

UPDATE

Date says "She was a lesbian, but not a dyke." I pass this along for whatever it may be worth.

Labels: food, Maine, Portland