Creating a marble sculpture
Joey Marcella
Link to full vid in comments
WOW
What happens to all the unused marble chunks?
chess sets?
Actually…if you want to know historically, I can supply an answer.
During the Renaissance, if it was quality marble, it was ground up into a coarse dust that was used as a pigment, a textural additive for paintings and reliefs. Some pressed it into chalk and crayon-like pastels. It’s the main ingredient in gesso canvas preparatory gloss and both Marmorino and Venetian plaster. If a poorer quality marble, it was used a composite stone (grout, mortar, early concrete) or paving additive. Stucco treatments were even made with it. It even had some medicinal applications, due to the fact that it contain calcium carbonate and other minerals.
Now it can be used to make carbon dioxide for carbonated beverages.
suddenly i want to carve marble. that looks like so much fun.
Smash that mf reblog button if you stoically ignore all labelled washing instructions and everything your mama ever told you about laundry and just send those bastards hurgling around in an overfilled tub to meet either death or glory
I found this MBTA infographic I made for an environmental biology class ages ago, so I figured I may as well share it, before I forgot about it again.
Even unknowing violations can net you up to a $15,000 fine. Put the damn bird bits back.
This is really well done, @rotreat! Thanks for putting it on tumblr.
The MBTA is probably the hardest federal wildlife protection law to convince people to follow in modern times. Nobody quibbles over the Endangered Species Act and the restrictions it imposes, but telling people shouldn’t be taking home bird bits they find in the woods ends up being incredibly contentious. I get it: it can seem pretty extreme to say nobody can have pieces of protected birds that they found on the ground or that died naturally. But there’s still actually really good reasons to respect the full breadth of the MBTA’s restrictions.
The MBTA was originally enacted to prevent unsustainable hunting practices because, as @rotreat noted, even huge populations were being decimated without federal protection. For things like this:
The provision against owning parts of restricted species – even found bits – was included to prevent people passing off poaching as lucky acquisitions. And it worked: the snowy egret, which was almost extinct at the time the law was passed, made a dramatic recovery once possession of it’s beautiful feathers were outlawed; the trumpeter swan population, which was down to 70 individuals in the continental United States, was able to recover to a population of “least concern” today due to the cessation of hunting and the introduction of new birds from an Alaskan population.
Poaching birds may sound like an old-timey problem, but it’s actually still a current one; I’ve personally come across people selling perfect and undamaged songbird parts en mass, and they got really angry when I asked to see the requisite paperwork before claiming they were all “found” specimens. People like @kaijutegu who work under an MBTA permit can corroborate the fact that it’s still a genuine issue – even just the frequency with which things made from protected species show up on Etsy and Craigslist is a pretty reasonable indicator. When someone picks up found feathers or bird bones, there’s no way for the people in charge of enforcing wildlife law to tell you haven’t poached them; and the more people ignore the law and normalize keeping found bird bits, the easier it is for the actual poachers to hide their actions.
This all makes good sense when you’re sitting here reading it, but I know feels less relevant when you’re looking at a perfect feather or a really cool skull on the ground in front of you. It’s hard to see why taking just one wouldn’t hurt. You know you’re not a poacher, and you know you’re being ethical about what you collect, right?
What’s important to keep in mind is that ethical collecting is perfectly good, but the currently regulations are in place to make sure we aren’t taking so much that we hurt the ecosystem – and if you feel that just you taking something won’t overdo it, you are one of many people who may have the same thought. Those feathers and those small bird carcasses are actually really crucial to the continued health of the ecosystem, and when we take them away because we think they’re pretty, we do damage we don’t intend. Shed feathers are important nesting material for other birds; in absence of dropped feathers birds are more likely to use plastic or other anthropogenic waste to build their nests, which raises chick mortality rates due to ingestion or entanglement. Unused feathers become food for beetles and moths, or decay and help replenish the soil by providing large amounts of nitrogen. Bird carcasses are great sources of food for scavengers and insects, and their tiny, crunchable bones provide easy access to calcium for all sorts of species. When undisturbed by human collection – even in areas with no naturally occurring scavengers – dead birds will be gone in days, having been fully utilized by all the other inhabitants of that ecosystem. When people keep the cool bird bits they find, they’re removing that resource from the animals that might depend on it. If everyone decides keeping one little specimen won’t hurt because it’s just them, very quickly, there won’t be anything left – and when we remove the resources animals need from their habitat to that degree, we force them to rely on less suitable and sometimes even dangerous replacements.
Even though the MBTA can feel older and less relevant than other federal wildlife laws (after all, it was written because of passenger pigeons), it really is still a law whose restrictions are worth following. The birds covered by the MBTA are still absolutely in need of protection. Habitat destruction for recreation or profit, loss of habitat to invasive species, pollution, and now climate change all threaten migratory bird species in modern North America. The last thing these birds need is more threats to their survival, and even small things like the removal of nesting material or increase desirability to the people who are willing to actually poach them can do a lot of damage. Pressure from things like taking found bird parts occurs in infinitesimally small amounts – to where you, as a person playing a role in it, probably won’t perceive it happening – but a million incremental increases still cumulatively have a lot of impact.
I understand how tempting it is to keep bird parts – they’re beautiful – but please, just take a photo, and then put them back. If you love the birds they came from, the best thing you can do for them is to make a choice to not perpetuate threats to those species. Each person who chooses to take a feather or a bone is contributing to the struggles migratory birds face, but every person who chooses to admire found parts in-situ and leave them be is not just adhering to federal law – you’re actively facilitating the continued survival of irreplaceable bird populations.
Snowy egret chicks, like these dudes here, thank you.
Someone in the Fort Collins Area owes me an explanation
So, I’m up at my parent’s house to return the power tools I borrowed and say hi, and I’m out walking the dogs. Got a leash in each hand, dual-weilding doggos. It’s a bit tricky but they’re used to this and don’t tangle as much and I’m the only person with good enough knees to stop them when they see snackable wildlife.
Anyway, we’re on the North end of the Poudre River trail, by overland, you know where that long bridge is? And I’m disposing of dog waste right before the bridge like a responsible adult when I hear what sounds like an ice cream truck playing “Yankee Doodle” at roughly five times the speed it’s normally played at and see the following:
There is a gentleman rapidly approaching our location who is also dual-weilding doggos, but in his case he’s got a pair of malamutes barreling down the trail at full Iditarod speed, clearly having the time of their lives. They’re hauling thier human behind them, whom I will describe from the top down:
He’s wearing a helmet, which is the only sensible thing going on here. He also has a magnificent handlebar mustache that is flapping joyously in the unusual October rain. He’s wearing a full body Spandex suit of such intensely clashing colors that is physically hurt to look at, but most importantly
He is riding
A unicycle.
It’s not a normal unicycle either this gentleman is towering over us mortals in an unreasonably massive unicycle, like he’d lost the back end of a penny farthing and decided that was an acceptable means of transportation. I see a device attached to the seat that looks like a pedal-powered music box which explains why my ears are being assaulted with the speed core rendition of Yankee Fucking Doodle. I do not see brakes.
I realize I have half a second to grab my own dogs before they decide to join or topple this strange Traveller from wherever Dr.Seuss books are set. I gather each animal under my arms and stand there with a collective hundred pounds of writhing canine under my armpits as the malamutes pick of speed and as they pass the gentleman cheerfully bellows something at me that I don’t hear because Arwen has already partially broken my hold and is attempting to climb on my head, presumably to launch herself at him.
And then he is gone.
We stand there, staring bewildered in the direction of his last known trajectory, listening as speedcore Yankee Doodle fades into the distance. Even after it is gone I still wait, because the trail ends in half a mile from here and I expect to here a crash, possibly even see a fire explosion. But nothing comes, only the sound of October rain and confused dogs.
So if you know of this gentleman and if he’s still alive/on the material plane, can you ask him something for me?
How the hell does he STOP?
So I posted this roughly 24 hours ago and there are many things we need to cover:
1. Speculation on WHO:
Apparently, a great many people in FoCo have seen this gentleman or someone very much like him! So far people have peculated that The Gentleman I saw has been:
Someone’s TA
Someone’s Uncle
A member of FoCos SECRET CLOWN SCHOOL, which apparently exists. (worrisome)
A member of the Wild Hunt (equally worrisome)
An escaped Boulderite (Also worrisome, he may not be vaccinated)
“Oh shit, that guy? Hangs around campus?? I know who you’re talking about tho.”
The spirit that had been previously trapped inside the Elizabeth St. IHOP but is now freed with it’s closure (most likely)
I am no closer to solving this, but I am glad that I probably didn’t hallucinate this encounter.
2. Speculation as to HOW HE STOPS:
A number of tumblr unicyclists have come in to try to explain to me how unicycles work, but since the exact mechanics of the device are uncertain, possibilites include:
Just stopping pedaling
Secret hiden brakes
You Stop By Falling Off It, maybe the dogs act like airbags? (not reccomended but most likely)
He Does Not Stop, he just keeps pedalling through dimensional rifts (also a strong possibility)
Conclusion: i don’t know enough about Unicycles to speculate on this
3. Yes, The Arwen mentioned in this story is Also That Arwen. She is doing well and will be celebrating her ninth birthday this november. It amuses me to be caleld “Arwen’s Human”… becuase he’s not my dog, she’s very much my mother’s dog. I just watch her sometimes.
4. Since y’all seem to like Colorado Cryptids, I’ve que’d up “The Headless Horseman” For my Halloween post.