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Thu May 30 09:28:06 EDT 2019
Slept from eleven-thirty to seven.
Woke briefly around four.
High of seventy-one and thunderstorms today.
Work:
- Call Mr. H's about his home phones
Done.
- Change backup medium
Done.
Mr. Hartman decided to call AT&T about their home phones, so I don't have to go out there today after all.
(The day's looking up.)
No time for lunch, which I spent putting up a camera in the lobby.
Home:
https://arstechnica.com/science/2019/05/14000-year-old-footprints-record-an-underground-stone-age-family-outing/
> A 14,000-year-old set of footprints and crawl tracks preserves a snapshot of an ancient family’s exploration of a cave in northern Italy—something they apparently did just for the heck of it. The tracks were left in an ancient layer of clay and record how a small group of hunter-gatherers, carrying makeshift torches, waded through ponds and sometimes crawled on their hands and knees to explore the cave. And they apparently brought their young children with them on the adventure.
> Carrying burning bundles of resinous pine sticks for light, everyone followed close behind the largest adult, with the toddler bringing up the rear. Because the radiometric dates of the footprints cluster so closely together in time, it’s clear that they all explored the cave together. In places, the tracks of the smaller adult lie atop those of the oldest child and the larger adult, but elsewhere, the youngest child stepped right in one of the smaller adult’s prints—so clearly they were there on the same day.
> The group stuck close to the side wall of the cave, and dark handprints still mark the walls where the explorers brushed charcoal-smudged hands against the rock. Archaeologists found the burned remains of bundled sticks alongside bits of charcoal on the cave floor, apparently dropped when they were no longer needed. Romano and his colleagues say those bundles would have burned longer than single branches, so these ancient spelunkers clearly knew what they were doing.
https://www.newyorker.com/news/dispatch/the-invisible-city-beneath-paris
> The map runs to sixteen laminated foolscap pages, or about ten square feet, when I tile the pages together. I have been given it on the condition that I do not pass it on. It is not like any map I have ever seen, and I have seen some strange maps in my time. The plan of the above-ground city is traced carefully in pale silver-gray ink, such that, if you read only for the gray, you can discern the faint footprints of apartment blocks and embassies, parks and ornamental gardens, boulevards and streets, the churches, the railway lines and the train stations, all hovering there, intricate and immaterial.
> The map’s real content—the topography it inks in black and blue and orange and red—is the invisible city, the realm out of which, over centuries, the upper city has been hewn and drawn, block by block. This invisible city follows different laws of planning to its surface counterpart. Its tunnelled streets often kink and wriggle, or run to dead ends. Some of them curl back on themselves like whips. At junctions, three or four tunnel-streets might spray out. There are slender highways running almost the length of the tiled map, from southwest to northeast. There are inexplicably broken grids of streets, or hubs where the spokes of different tunnels meet. Coming off some of the tunnels are chambers, irregular in their outlines and with dozens of small connecting rooms.
Watched some anime.
Servings: grains 7/6, fruit 3/4, vegetables 4/4, dairy 7/2, meat 4/3, nuts 0/0.5
Brunch: migas, banana, Mandarin, tomato, carrots, coffee
Lunch: tomato, Mandarin
Afternoon snack: coffee
Dinner: pizza
116/67
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