Feliz Halloween!

Podría ser un día de retraso, pero aún así vale la pena intentarlo. Abucheo!

Aphonopelma species from Western Texas.

De vuelta en el campo

Mañana comienza la etapa 1 del trabajo de campo / conducción loco y el tiempo de vacaciones. Voy a estar centrado en la recopilación de esta etapa del viaje, hitting southern Texas just in time for the tail end of fall flying moths in the genus Schinia. Pero microleps son mi interés principal, and I’m sure I’ll come back with hundreds of stunning specimens. I’ll be taking as many photos as I can, and I hope to post an update as I hit Chicago just in time for Halloween. Of course if I do see something too incredible, I’ll have to try and post from my cell right away. As for stage II, it will be a visit with my family and friends back in Chicago, and stage III will be a quick drive back to San Francisco across I-80 with fingers crossed to avoid the snow. If anyone is en-route and wants to join me in the field, send me an e-mail!

Stay tuned and wish me luck.


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Genio de la Prensa XIII

De esta semana (como si me mantengo al tanto de este semanario) GOP me fue enviada por el comentarista “Subvertido“. Gracias por el aporte! Hace como un conjunto mucho más fácil, y Le recomiendo a las futuras solicitudes de otros lectores.

Para aquellos que son nuevos en mi blog – the Genius of the Press series is a contest to see who can identify the blatant errors of the press. So what’s wrong with the article below?

From the pages of Science News:

We get this gem.

La cabeza en las nubes

La ciudad que trabajo en pasa a ser una de las ciudades más grandes del mundo – así que me froto en breve. Este es un impresionante video de la Bahía de San Francisco capturado por un artista local. Asegúrese de ver en HD, es impresionante.

The Unseen Sea from Simon Christen on Vimeo.

Llámeme escéptica…

Me encontré con this interesting device and had an instant gut reaction.. “Por supuesto, un bulbo hídrico estúpido no repele las moscas, esto es una estafa!”…

respiración profunda…

Aceptar eso es terrible escepticismo. En realidad, es cínica y es justo lo que los escépticos odian ser llamados. También es algo que sucede mucho con demasiada facilidad – I’m pretty convinced that ghosts don’t exist, there has been no compelling evidence, ever. But every time I hear a story of a haunting it is far too tempting to just think of a few plausible explanations and dismiss the case without a closer look. And when we do this we give fodder to the credulous investigator who will throw it back in our faces faster than a spirit-orb zipping across a room. Discovering a real ghost for the first time ever is pretty nearly impossible; yet the answer isn’t always the most obvious hypothesis and you can stumble upon a zebra every once in a while. The point is that investigation is the only real way to remain skeptical.

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Es sólo que no me deja en paz

En mi viaje diario de regreso a Berkeley, He descubierto este (disculpas por la imagen sucia). En realidad, He visto un puñado de estos pop-up alrededor de San Francisco y me dan ganas de arrancarme los pelos cada vez que. Para aquellos que son nuevos en mi blog, this goes back to my Genius of the Press X. I’m also not the only one to have noticed this mexican butterfly billboard taxonomy fail.

El tiempo ha volado

Wow que han pasado unas semanas desde mi último post, y estoy un poco avergonzado de haber dejarlo ir tanto tiempo. ¿Qué he estado haciendo? No es un no a todo. No hay impresionantes viajes de recolección, ninguna especie o descubrimientos nuevos. En realidad he estado sentado en un microscopio de disección genitales o databasing moscas parasitarias. I’ll have to do a followup post to delve into those a bit more

But for now, here is a picture form last August. I was standing on an open stretch of Chihuahuan desert right outside of Douglas Arizona; a whopping one mile from the Mexican border. I arrived that evening with my collecting colleague, microlepidopterist Peter Jump, and we had just set up camp as the roll of thunder grew close. Aside from the extinct cinder-cones surrounding us and an occasional illegal immigrant, we were the only (and highest) thing around for miles. But the lightening was too hard to resist, I need a picture! But I didn’t have a cable release, nor a tripod, or even a good camera. So what to doI chose the genius option of standing outside for 40 minutes with my Canon point-and-shoot. I missed 99% of every shot I took, while with every passing minute the lightening grew closer. Finalmente, I stumbled upon this decent image. The storm ended up being brief, we huddle in the car (that you can just make out in the picture) while the lightening approached and it drizzled on us for an hour then moved on. Collecting that night was impressive. There were so many moths in the trap that everything had gotten beaten to bits. I managed to rescue a handful of good specimens, but lesson learned for next time.

Genius of the Press XII

Another not all that difficult GOP challenge, found here from the Scottish TV website. What’s wrong with the story below?

A Bit of British Humo(u)r

A short clip from the brilliant show, Quite Interesting. The start of the discussion is in regards to cochineal bugsalthough they refer to them as beetles! (ver buggirl)

Una araña de Sierran

A weekend without moths can lead a lepidopterist to do crazy things. Crazy enough to photograph a spider. Over the weekend I was accompanied to the eastern Sierra by fellow insect blogger, coworker and arachnologist, Tamas Szuts. I was on the quest for more specimens of a new Hepialidae of which you may be familiar with from an earlier post. I heard reports from others that at elevations of 11,000’ there was still a significant snowpack even by the end of July. I figured the moth may be flying late this year, if at all. I was hoping to catch the end of summer and the moth both in perfect synchronization. Such was not my luck. I awoke on Saturday morning, sat upright, and brushed the frost off of my sleeping bag while desperately willing myself to brave the morning chill. Temps must have been pushing 25 degrees, a sign that autumn had return to the mountains. Two traps, a black light sheet and running around at dusk yielded zero Hepialidae and only ten moths in total (four species).

And so I was encouraged by Tamas to actually photograph a non-lep, something that I should do more often. He had joined me eager to not only see the Sierra for the first time, but to find the beautiful SalticidaeHabronattus americanus. This little jumper can be found in the western states in rocky areas above 7,000′. After an hour or two of searching, Tamas finally captured a stunning pair. I must agree that this is a beautiful little spider. Visit his blog (in Hungarian) to see some of his stunning images as well.

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