With and fighting over who gets to be , I guess you could say has been ... couched.

A fairly recent aerial shot of Denver and the Front Range. Yes, I'm old enough to say things like "I remember when half of this was farmland!" My mountains (I'm old enough to say that too) are increasingly crowded, and the city has drastically outgrown its infrastructure. I'm a bit *too* old to enjoy the constant surge of people the way I used to: I've been a city boy all my life, but lately I find myself craving quiet.

With all that said, I surely do love this place. My mountains, my city, my street, my block. Home.

I'm trying to concentrate on my , but I keep getting pulled away by . There's even more doom to scroll these days than usual, it seems.

Much of what I'm scrolling is discussions in -focused spaces, started and (somewhat) moderated by people who want thoughtful and informed discussion. Often they stay that way for quite a while. But the loons always find them, and descend in hordes. Like locusts without the charisma.

is the most common, but and change denial always put in a good showing. More recent crankeries like the explosion of flat-Earthers: please don't try to tell me they're all "just trolling." Others too numerous to list.

There are the hardcore who don't try to mask it, and the "just asking questions" crowd who are just as much true believers, minus the honesty. And another circle beyond that, people who genuinely don't know enough to know what questions to ask. Some of them might still be reachable—

—if you have the time and patience. Which I no longer do.

I did, you know, for much of my life. I'd give clear explanations, "as simple as possible but no simpler," and I've been told I was pretty good at it. Hell, I *enjoyed* doing it, and maybe still would. Answer questions. Smooth out sticking points. Engage with anyone, any time, anywhere.

I just can't anymore. And I hate that.

More and more of the people who look like they might want to learn, who can at least be given what they need to know to *start* asking the right questions, are really clever ideologues. Or they're just happy in their . It's a trap either way.

Like I've said before: nearly everyone is ignorant about nearly everything. The sum of human is too vast for anyone to learn more than a sliver of it in a lifetime. This is nobody's fault.

Science is fractally complicated. Each field is complicated, and each subfield is equally complicated, and each sub-sub-field ... you get the idea. No matter how much you know, you still have just as much to learn as you did at the start.

Maybe everything worth knowing is like this. Again, nobody is to blame.

But it is your fault, very much so, if you don't know anything about the subject at hand—and insist on spouting off anyway. If you react to those who know more with anger or mockery or baffled rage. If your deliberate, willful ignorance gets you and people around you killed.

So you know what? It's not my fault if I can no longer make myself care.

I'll keep on answering questions, and asking them too—and *listening* to both the questions and the answers. That's in my blood. I know there are many, many people in the world who do want to know more than they do now, and if you're still reading this, there's a fair chance you're one of them.

Everyone else can go to hell. That's where they're headed anyway, a hell they make for themselves, and the only remaining reason to try to get through is that they'll drag the rest of us with them. When that effort fails, as at the moment it manifestly is ...

Back to work. That may still be one place I can do *something*.

Fortunately we can look serenely back across the gulf of Deep Time and know that thanks to human intelligence, ingenuity, and awareness, we're safe from such disasters today.

Uh ... hello? Is this thing on?

cambridge.org/core/journals/pa

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The picture shows lean, shadowy, vageuly wolf-like animals running. The caption is "the things i would imagine running alongside the car when i was a kid". Other users comment:

"This is gorgeous and I need a pack of them so we could run through the woods together hunting."

"The Runalongs are rare in worlds without fast transportation. It seems they are brought into being when someone, bored by a journey, looks out to watch the countryside go by. They daydream of a creature that follows their path (guarding? Or hunting?) and suddenly, without fanfare, it appears.

"Runalongs have little in the way of ecology, but they are known to eat other dreams. Sometimes if the one who called them is particularly lonely or afraid they will get closer and even speak in humming voices without opening their mouths. But the second you stop moving, the creatures turn and vanish behind themselves, disappearing to wherever fantasies come from.

"A Runalong can also have other forms; a humanoid figure (without distinct features) is common, and these may also ride things that are supposed to be horses. If only we were better at imagining, then they might not look so terrifying."

"WAIT. OTHER PEOPLE DID THIS???????!!!"

"Mine were large cat-like creatures"

"I forget what mine were but I imagined this too! I like the name Runalongs."

"Please, I'm nearly 30 and I still have Runalongs join me on long, boring car journeys. They must be able to sense people who are in need of their presence, for company, for entertainment, or are just so used to them being there."

"When you put your hand palm down out the window and it jumps and sways in the speed, the pressure you feel, not quite solid but not quite air is the ghostly backs of the runalongs arching up for a pat."

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Last time I got , the clerk looked at my and said in shock, "You're older than my *dad*!"

"Clean living," I replied, and walked out with my goods.

Sum up 2024 in one bad line. I'll start:

"Somehow, returned."

Calling anyone except yourself "" is an insta-block. Just so we're clear.

Seen in the wild: "Well, whatever he used, kudos to him. Being able to clear in the heat of the moment is an important skill when working to lower costs."

Were Indigenous Americans feasting on mammoths? A new study suggests the extinct mammal was an important part of their diet, based on a chemical analysis of the bones of an 18-month-old boy who lived 13,000 years ago in what is now the U.S. state of Montana. The findings upended theories that Western Clovis people relied on small game to survive. Read more from @LiveScience

flip.it/EjfE9S

#Montana #Clovis #Indigenous #Anthropology #DNA #Mammoth

My latest plesiosaur paper, open access, with @leneliebedelsett and others.

I first started working on this fossil material in 2005!

Delsett, L.L., Smith, A.S., Ingrams, S., and Schneider, S. 2024. Boreal waterways: An Early Cretaceous plesiosaur from Ellesmere Island, Nunavut, Canadian Arctic and its palaeobiogeography. Acta Palaeontologica Polonica 69 (4): 565–585.

app.pan.pl/archive/published/a

#paleontology #plesiosaurs #science

Seen in the wild: "He’s out of network for any sympathy from me".

"But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born among you, and thou shalt love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt."

Just leaving that there in case, you know, it has any relevance in the coming months.

The article suggests there may be not just thousands, but *tens* of thousands, of unrecognized -coding in the human . As a fan of the approach to a broad definition of "," and a skeptic of " ," I'll take a great deal of satisfaction if this pans out.

science.org/content/article/da

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