Senator’s Daughter Found – Mrs. Hallowell Irwin, daughter of the late Senator Thomas B. Harper, who mysteriously disappeared from her home in Jenkintown, several weeks ago, was found in a hotel in New York and brought back to home at Jenkintown on Saturday. Although no reason is ascribed for Mrs. Irwin’s absence, which kept her relatives worried for some time, it is believed that she became despondent immediately after her father’s death and wandered away.

Two sentences, but a whole world of mystery.

Also, unrelated but in the same article:

Boy Dies of Lockjaw – Valek Dranaka, aged 17 years, of Bridgeport, died on Saturday in the Norristown Hospital of lockjaw, which developed from blood poisoning, following a wound on the leg near the ankle, the result of having been struck with the iron point of a bobbin while at work in Loes’ mill, Bridgeport.

Just a reminder that life was harder, death more frequent. This young boy, who should have been in high school, but was working in a mill, killed because his nicked ankle became infected. Think about that the next time you hear someone cranking on about modern medicine.

…and when I get one, it’ll have this:

Hokey smokes!

Don’t be fooled by the enormous golden retriever, Abby, here. She’s not just a sleepy older pooch on the, erm, husky side.

She’s like a trapdoor spider, waiting for two year-olds to lick. I believe her tongue was big enough to get all the spaghetti sauce off Ben’s face in one go. You see, there’s a reason we do this after dinner.

This pup, on the other paw, truly was sedentary.

Lastly, Cocoa was a sweet older beagle that we’ve seen a few times, but never has been captured, until now. I like this pic.

An Iggles fan, even in the off season.

All pictures courtesy of Julia, click ‘em to embiggen.

I can draw a direct line between this interest and the fact that both times my parents took me to Walt Disney World as a kid (at age 5 and again at 10), we stayed at the Polynesian Resort. Something about the combination of indoor fountains and air conditioning still gets to me. (I can draw a similar line to my love of monorails.)

That’s why I loved this quick review of the “Boutiki” shop at the resort. I won’t steal any of Shawn Slater’s images, so you’ll have to click the link yourself.

WikiAnswers: What are the advantages of a saltwater swimming pool? I had my first saltwater pool swim this weekend. My god, it is a thing of beauty.

Kayak.com’s Explore feature: One good reason to have tactical pants is traveling. I mean, really, why look like a chump when traveling? This is a nice feature for midafternoon daydreaming.

It is literally the crushing depths, about 6,000-11,000 meters, and certainly hellish, indeed. A couple of years ago, one group from the University of Aberdeen sent some probes down to see what’s shaking. (Called HADEEP, short for hadal deep, which is kind of an obvious name, really, but the whole thing is genius, read the blogs from their expeditions here and here, good fun.) One of their discoveries was this species of snailfish, pseudoliparis amblystomopsis, the second-deepest species of fish ever recorded.

Scientists from the expedition described them as “surprisingly cute.”

And they are cute. A cuddly species of fish that look like giant tadpoles. How adorable. Oh look! Here’s a group of them frolicking on the ocean floor.

Except they’re not frolicking, they’re likely stripping clean a corpse. Yes, giant tadpoles that strip dead, fallen flesh. Yay! And that’s what they call food that’s dropped from on high, “food-falls.” The snailfish religion probably involves a lot of looking up and praying for a whale to have a heart attack.

It seems innocuous, after all they’re just part of the circle of life, the janitorial part. Of course, I think there is reason to believe that they’d take matters into their own hands, which is why I’m not going down there. Well, that and the crushing hell part.

Man, why couldn’t Parker Brothers make ‘em like this? That’s just gorgeous. And the name! Good gravy, its enough to cause pause for even the most lapsed Catholic parents. I have half a mind to buy one for my godson.

So, how do Ouija boards work? Evil spirits and the ideomotor effect. Learn more here. And this handy-dandy video, staring the Amazing One:

The reasons for this are obvious, chief among those are budgetary. CGI still costs money today, and these things were made in the late 90s. Beside, why spend the money on background dinosaurs? It would only confuse viewers anyway. It does, however, deprive viewers of the notion. Still, this isn’t a post to review a decade-old documentary, no matter how watchable it remains. (If updated, I’m sure it would simply feature more feathers, which seems to be the way our notions of dinosaurs are evolving.)

Besides, the kids love Dinosaur Train and we felt it was time to show them the truth about dinosaurs, that Laura the Giganotosaurus wouldn’t necessarily get along with little Ned the Brachiosaurus…and not just because they come from different ends of the Cretaceous.

Last night we watched the Cruel Sea episode, featuring gigantic liopleurodons — the big nasties of their day — and plesiousaur-like cryptoclidus. Certainly, the Jurassic seas would be teeming with more than just five or six species of beast. Most of which, I’m sure would kill you if you were there, much like I perceive anything off the coast of Australia, from salt water crocs (who would be at home in the Cretaceous) to great white sharks (ditto) to teeny cute little octopuses that will kill you if you accidentally step on them.

The truth is that it took a vast ecosystem to support apex predators like liopleurodons and smaller fish-eaters like cryptoclidus. That’s why I am always fascinated with people who claim that the various lake and river monsters around the world are plesiosaurs. And they never see small plesiousaurs either, like cryptoclidus, which measured in at about three meters. But even at three meters, a herd or pod or whatever the hell you call a group of these things would require a lot of fish to eat. And there would have to be more than one. Even if this particular lake monster was the last of its long-lived kind, one would think you’d find fossil evidence of recent critters of its kind around.

Take this story for example, the Hawkesbury River beastie. Now, color me a judgmental skeptic (which would be chartreuse, perhaps?), but I’m going to go off the bat with doubts that they have a dinosaur in their river.

Descriptions of the Hawkesbury River Monster liken it to the prehistoric plesiosaur, an aquatic dinosaur 70 million years extinct.

The Loch Ness monster is also said to be related to the same extinct creature. How the Nessie myth is similar to our own, HERE

Mr Jones said plesiosaurs did exist in Australia, but ther was no evidence of them inhabiting the Hawkesbury River.

However both Mr Gilroy and Mr Jones describe the aquatic dinosaur as grey and mottled in colour, with a large bulky body, two sets of paddle-like flippers, a long neck and serpent-like head and thick, eel-like tail.

Sighting reports describe it as about 24m long. Mr Jones said the plesiosaur grew up to 10m long.

Mr Gilroy said he and his field assistant Greg Foster may have sighted the creature last August, from a high bank near Wiseman’s Ferry.

They described seeing a dark, bulky shape with a long neck about a metre from the surface.

Its movements caused surface disturbance which appeared to suggest a marine creature with two sets of flippers and a tail, Mr Gilroy said.

The Mr. Jones quoted here Robert Jones, a paleontologist from the Australia Museum, and if you notice here that the reporter suggests that Jones and the cryptophile Gilroy are describing similar creatures, although at no point does he mention Gilroy seeing anything more than a long-neck. All of this sounds familiar. In fact, it sounds like Nessie and Champie, both lake creatures purported to be plesiosaurs and also purported to be among the legendary creatures of the local natives. I’m just going to through this out there and say that, perhaps, they are not seeing similar creatures but, instead, they are seeing similar phenomena, whether it is an animal or just a convincing mixture of logs and currents.

Ben Radford, editor of Skeptical Inquirer, wrote a great book with Joe Nickell about lake monsters, called Lake Monster Mysteries, in fact. In it, they investigate a number of the world’s great lake monsters and generally find sincere, thoughtful people, like Gilroy, who are absolutely convinced that they see a plesiosaur.

From their conclusion:

Although many sane and sincere people think they are seeing lake leviathans, in all likelihood they are encountering something they misperceive as such. We have given many examples in this book, including otters, eels, logs, and beavers. These eyewitnesses are not foolish; they are subject to the same psychological and perceptive errors that plague all of us from time to time.

I don’t doubt that these people think that they’re seeing something in Hawkesbury river. They’re not crazy, although their conclusions are more than a little premature. And I don’t doubt that Aborigines, Native Americans and ancient Celts all saw something similar in Hawkesbury, Lake Champlain and Loch Ness, respectively. (Of course, they interpreted these things as dragons and serpents and whatever a moolyewonk is, since they didn’t know about plesiosaurs.) Something like a 24 meter plesiosaur, however, would be awfully tough to hide. They’re air breathers, they need to eat a lot of fish, and they laid eggs on land.

Having one of these in your lake or river, no matter how well it hides, would have some affect on the local environment. It would be like having JD Salinger in your neighborhood. He may not be available for interviews and photographs, but the neighbors have seen him and he still gets mail delivery.

Bo, who we caught along with yesterday’s Sonny, is either trying out to be the next Nipper, or wants to know when Julia is going to take the #&*! picture already.

But, you see, its the ambiguity behind her portrayal that sets her apart from other dogs.

Or, she’s just a dog.

I say this — and here’s the relevance to the puppy hunt — the evening “nice walk,” a tradition begun when Julia was about two, used to be a chance for Dad and daughter to hang out a bit after dinner and before bath. Taking puppy pictures sprung from that. Of course, now Benny is of “nice walk” age, and it has really affected how we go about our hunts for the puppies of Jenkintown.

Whereas before, we could just meander at Julia’s pace, things have to be a little more destination-oriented, as Benny and Julia both have different opinions on what constitutes the best course of meandering. These conflicts of opinion often turn into squabbles, which turn into tears in short order. The camera has been a cause for concern.

I mean, look at that kid, he really wants that camera.

Again, having a destination in mind helps. Last night, we made an excursion the playground by way of CVS, which is on the other side of the borough. We needed mouse traps. We caught one mouse in a glue trap, which I hate. I’m no softie, but there’s something particularly cruel about glue traps, no matter how easily they fit below the oven. We have a catch-and-release trap (which I’m going to give one more chance to tonight) but I felt we needed the ol’ tried-and-true on standby just in case.

But I digress, we’re here for the puppies. This one is Sonny. (Click the picture to make it slightly bigger.)

Sonny is a Bichon/Shih tzu mix, which is nearly impossible to say without sounding drunk. Try it. You’ll slur like Foster Brooks.

I think Sonny lives on the corner up from our house, maybe. It was tough getting details while wrangling Benny and giving Julia camera advice.

All pictures courtesy of Julia.

Next time: Bo, perhaps friend of Sonny. I don’t know. It was a confused meeting.