Well, the answer may come in the caring voice of a friend, a chance encounter with a book, or from a personal faith. For Janet help came from her faith, but it also came from a squirrel.
But I guess squirrels help in a way we can no longer understand.
Is this the thread where we post things we read this morning?:
My parents were chosen as government research guinea pigs and I, of course, am the result of that experiment.
My brain is larger, which makes my skull huge. I must wear a brace attached to my shoulders to hold it up. My eyesight is so wonked I depend on specially implanted lenses that give me clear vision, but they make me look deadly dark and serious even when I feel lighthearted and happy. My torso is spindly, like one belonging to an undernourished twelve-year old, and my legs are mere flipper nubs of smooth pointed flesh. They give you the shivers, don't they? Nubs don't belong on humans.
Physically, I am repellent, I know.
How else, with these handicaps, could I become revered and adored except through a computer connect?
Does anyone know any good picture books about evolution? Nia said something about "Lee did that back when she was a monkey" last night and I'm not sure whether she really believes me that the kind of evolution she's talking about doesn't happen at an individual level. (Berenstain Bears need not apply, obviously.)
1: Or at least that the bears can't understand. Because they don't have higher cognitive functions.
3: This is my favorite. It's poetic and it talks about the evidence for evolution, not in a combative "don't think what those silly people thing" way, but just as a way of saying that the signs that we are all one family are all around us.
Here's one that looks possibly interesting (and you can see most of it via "Look Inside").
3: Not strictly evolution, but I love Peter Sis.
http://www.amazon.com/The-Tree-Life-Charles-Illustrated/dp/0374456283
Also, how many children's books are blurbed by Ernst Mayr on the back?
I did know about the Peter Sis and thought it was for older ages, but I should check it out. The other one looks absolutely perfect, especially because the girls like to talk about the connections between different races. Thanks!
9: It says 5 and up. but the reviews feature a lot of complaints that it's "not really a kids book."
Also, you should play her this song to remind her that she is also related to the rotifer, the sycamore iguanas and sea stars.
You have crossed the strict "No There Might Be Giants" line I am bound by honor to enforce, Helpy-Chalk. Where shall we duel?
I gave that one in 7 as a present (along with Peter Spier's Noah's Ark book) to the child of a friend, and now she's starring in a community theater play.
Jammies' sister loved the living fuck out of these books when she was little, and his mom kept a gigantic library of Berenstain Bears books.
It turns out that the early ones rhymed and have barely any text on each page, and are much more fun. Someone said that those are the Jan and Stan ones, and then the kid generation took over, and they became so drearily self-righteous and preachy.
The Bernstein Bears are kind of a perfect SWPL family. Papa is a loving artisanal carpenter with a beard, Mama is obviously a SAHM who went to college, they live in an Eco-treehouse for fucks sake, and wear sweaters.
"The sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a giant nuclear furnace."
"Where hydrogen is turned into helium..."
Sis's stuff is super.
There are some that love his Firetruck. A great gift.
My dueling calendar is filling up. Such is the life of the honor-bound.
17: There's a Berenstain Bears where the mom gets a job, and everyone learns to be supportive.
Also, someone who denies They Might Be Giants science videos to their children can't really be said to love them.
"The sun is a miasma of incandescent plasma."
The family has just started watching Malcom in the Middle together. I had forgotten how much incidental music TMBG contributed, at least in the first season.
9: The girls will be coming yup on perfect Madlenka age before you know it. "My tooooooth is loooooose!"
12: D, world destruction
O, -ver an overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe-T, need this torture?
I hope they appreciate that some bears built their businesses up entirely by their own hands.
Bears have hands?
27: "The better to fist you with, Goldilocks my dear", said Mama Berenstain.
Well, that certainly gives one pause.
To sort of combine two threads, a not-very-funny christian satire site with bear porn.
Semi-on-topic: The high-school acquaintance whom I have hidden on FB but not unfriended (I look at his wall from time to time see the latest fashions in deeply crazy Islamophobia) referred to EBT cards as "Obamacards." Jesus Christ. At least Papa Bear isn't there yet.
Ooh, sign me up for the duel! I can sing Lincoln all the way through.
You know who probably really could have helped the squirrels? ACORN.
At least Papa Bear isn't there yet.
"Log cabin" Republican?
34 is indeed great.
The high-school acquaintance whom I have hidden on FB but not unfriended (I look at his wall from time to time see the latest fashions in deeply crazy Islamophobia) referred to EBT cards as "Obamacards."
You should tell him about how an internet acquaintance of yours jogged down to the local farmers' market with his Obamacard today, getting a 50% bonus, in order to buy kale and avocados. The kale was delicious, and while at first I thought it was just its local freshness, I'm now thinking that there was something extra--the sweet tears of my betters.