A very nice run yesterday along the bank of the Sangamon. 🏃🏻♂️
Did a trail run at Allerton Park. I ran to the Sunsinger and back while Jackie walked as far as the Dying Senator and back. Worked pretty well—we started at the Visitor’s Center and then met up again near the Sunken Garden. 🏃🏻♂️
My sweetie @jackieLbrewer hangin’ with the same bunny.
Hangin’ with my favorite bunny.
Our new rain garden. The sidewalk has not flooded, so it’s working on that level, plus: decorative brassicas!
All writing, imagery, etc. produced by the federal government is automatically in the public domain, available for anyone to use, share, remix, etc. For example, here’s a NASA page with some 1970s concept images of space colonies: https://settlement.arc.nasa.gov/70sArtHiRes/70sArt/art.html (via @AlanRalph).
Sculpture in downtown Urbana.
I’m both a huge fan of poster art and a huge geek about travel to fantasy locations, so I’m doubly entertained by this batch of posters from the fun-loving artists at NASA advertising a bunch of possible travel locations in our solar system and beyond, available in resolutions high enough for printing at poster size:
Source: Visions of the Future
Image courtesy NASA/JPL-Caltech.
I mentioned a couple of posts back about being surprised by how high the top of my iliac crest was—nearly as high as my navel.
As chance would have it—not such an unlikely chance, with the date approaching All Hallows Eve—I happened upon a depiction of a skeleton outside a local shop. And look! That poor guy’s iliac crest comes no higher than his coccyx!
I present this image purely in an effort to spread the blame around. My ignorance of pelvic configuration is an ignorance deeply rooted in inaccurate depictions in popular culture.
I told this story to one friend who was baffled that I was so misled by these sorts of images. “Just look at any bikini model,” he said. “You can plainly see how the top of the iliac crest is nearly as high as the navel.” (Which is true—search for bikini model at wikimedia commons and see for yourself.)
The topic under discussion shifted at that point to optimal waist-to-hip ratios, after which it started getting strange. But all that is beside the point: Is it any surprise, in a world where plastic Halloween decorations cheap enough to leave out on a public bench are this inaccurate, that I might be confused about this particular aspect of anatomy? No, I say. It is not.