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Collins bingo report

DAY ONE
theme: knock me on my ass, 2-5

mine (9):
LEAGUERS
TABULATE
SMITHING
FANSITE#
AROYNTED
FLEAWORT
SULFIDED*
UREDINIA
GAVOTTE
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theirs (18):
PLAQUES
INITIATE
DYNEINS
SKAITHED#
NINETEEN
IGNITER
SOIREES
REALTIES
CANDLER
DEPLORE
FIERIEST
DEFUSING
POLARIZE
SHADIEST
RAWBONED
STRANGE
RETSINAS
NEGATES

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DAY TWO
theme: do battle in the bottom tables, go 4-2 +Bye
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mine (10):
AUREATES*
WEBBINGS
ETAERIOS#
STORING
MANTISES
REHEATED
BUDGIES
RAVINES
BEANERS*
VALERATE
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theirs (9):
STUMPER
UNSEATED
INLIERS
COMBINED
THRIVEN
SOLOIST
DAMEWORT
SLAINTE
ADVISED 

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DAY THREE
theme: work my way up a bit, shedding rust, 5-2 again
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mine (16):
FAINTER
OVERPLAY
GERMANER*
LOCATING
REQUIRES
ROUTINES
BITCHES
SCENICS
QUERYING
COSTLIER
SEDILIA
PANTHER
SNEAKER
AIGRETTE
ESCROWED
PELLETS
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theirs (10):
ROOTLING
RADIATES
SALIENT
SARANGI#
TROUBLE
NAUGHTS
ACTINIDE
AORISTS
LIEGERS#
DEVIANT

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DAYS FOUR-FIVE
theme: worn out, i think. 4-6
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mine (16):
GLUTEIN*
REDLINE
REAWOKE
BAYSIDE*
OUTGIVEN
MOLINES#
GAUDIES
TRACTION
REBOANT
POINTES
DENTILS
CELOSIAS
AMOTION
PEEVING
STEEPEN
ENTAILS
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theirs (21):
SERMONS
OWELTIES#
INLAYERS
TAVERNER
DOLLIEST*
RANCHES
GAPIEST
ADVISOR
TRENDING
UPRATES
COVERAGE
INTWINED
RESPOND
ARSENATE
IRIDISE#
IMBRUTES
TORNADE#
DONARIES#
JOLTIER
DEODARS
TOLUENE

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total me: 51 (2# 6*) -- 1.7 per game (I used to average ~1.9-2.1 -- Collins may be inherently different?)
total them: 58 (6# 1*)

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Thoughts on Venom

Em and her friend were wondering how venomous snakes could have evolved, if the venom itself would have been toxic to them.

This is not authoritative but follows what I know about evolution

Ancient Forms and Defenses

When thinking about 'modern' animals like snakes (even though they're not really modern, and are very much unchanged for millions of years) it's useful to think about the even older forms of related animals.

My mind's eye goes back over early lizards and salamanders and toads in swamps hundreds of millions of years ago. And before them, to wormlike things, sluglike things, etc. And before them, to protozoa. And everything in between.

In this case, it seems highly plausible to me that in the huge give and take of evolution over all that time, that 'venom' or venomlike offensive and defensive weapons would be very common. In fact, they are very common in the animal kingdom -- frogs with poisonous skin, spiders, insects, snakes, jellyfish, etc. Probably worms and nematodes and so forth. Maybe even protozoa, amoebas, etc., that 'sting' each other, repel each other with the equivalent of very rudimentary toxins.

If you can picture all this, imagine the underlying genetics. This means there are genes in the genome that express venomlike characteristics, and they could be -- probably are -- very, very old parts of the genome. So the way I think about this, is that any given species (or family) has a potential and a relative propensity to express venomlike features. It could be that the characteristics that led to venom in snakes was pretty much already in place way way long ago, when life on earth was just sludge and mire and weeds and algae.

Let's take a side trip and think about how this could have started, and how it might connect with immunity. Life is chemical. Slight mutations in chemical makeup would endow an individual with slight advantages, if it repelled an enemy. It might have developed from digestive glands -- organisms need to digest intake food. So it seems possible that chemicals that developed as acids or similar to break down food, could have developed to be more noxious or toxic.

Obviously if an organism developed such a mutation, it would not live to reproduce if it was susceptible to its own 'venom'. Over millions and millions of years, and millions of 'failures,' it seems likely to me that 'venom' genes would become linked to 'immunity' genes. That is, families that had a high propensity to express venomous features, would likewise have a high propensity for immunity.  I don't know this is the case, but we do know that in the genome certain gene groups are linked. Sometimes the organismal features are related, sometimes they're not.

Now think about delivery mechanisms. Skin, spit, spines, teeth, fangs..... Maybe an early salamander-like creature had very corrosive spit, that helped it break down its food, or maybe even strong enough to stun a small insect in its mouth. It would already have an 'immunity' to that effect. Over time, it could get more powerful, and the immunity would have to get more powerful too. But this could develop gradually. Then fangs could develop too, and the venom sacks could evolve from saliva glands or some other gland.

Everything in evolution develops from something that was already there.

The Eye

The eye example is famous because creationsists argued that the mammal eye is so complex, with interacting lens, iris, pupil, humor, etc., that no one part of it would have evolved independently. Famously, they said, "Half an eye would be no good to any animal."

Biologists have now shown exactly how the eye evolved, and it's actually one of the most complete and spectacular stories in evolution. So there, creationists!

The part of the story that's helpful in thinking about the venom story, is the very beginning. If you think about the same amoebas and protozoa and ancient creepy-crawlies, if just one of them developed a mutation that permitted a single cell on the surface of the creature to be light-sensitive -- perhaps affecting the rudimentary nervous system in some tiny way -- conveying heat or a tingle or stimulating an electric impulse or a chemical reaction -- this would immediately be a HUGE evolutionary advantage for that organism. Any sudden change in light could mean an enemy is near. And the organism could move away to escape or towards to attack.

So very simple changes would be inherited through survival of the fittest, and eventually become vision.

Trick question: Why don't trees and mushrooms have eyes?

Couldn't plants develop light-sensitive cells on their surface just like critters? Sure. That could happen. In fact I think there are lichens that glow in the dark, and we know about flowers opening to the sun, and all sorts of light interaction with plants. But no eyes.

Because what is the point of 'seeing' if you can't move?

So it's kind of funny, but if you look from the standpoint of evolution, it's a similar question to the venom question: "How did snakes evolve venom and immunity at the same time?" "How did mammals evolve eyes and walking at the same time?" (One is not much good without the other.) So pretty much everything in nature can be looked at this way, and the same kind of question asked, and the answers are all similar, in their basic outline.
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Bethesda Collins

TWL PLAYERS, DON'T LOOK!!

Mine (24) (1.7 per game)

A(P)OLOGuE
CHARLEY(S)
ESTRIOL
SEE(D)LIKE
SOVRaNS
m(A)CKEREL
SINGLES
EYEs(O)RES
(A)DMONISH
O(D)oNATeS
TWINKLE
TETANOUS*
SALARYM(EN)
WELLIeS
IN(U)NDATE
WATERm(A)N
aB(A)MPERE
DEROGAT(E)
TETANOI(D)
LARDIES(T)
OUTRODE
IRONS(I)dE
DIViNER
OVERRuN

Theirs (30) (2.1 per game)

REPEATS
SEAPORTS
DURIONS
ZOOTHECA*
ADOPTEE
TOMATOES
GEORGICS
NARRATES
MARTIANS
GREENLIT
LACERTID
NETTIER
LASSOER
DEATHIER
COISTREL
CROSTINO
TOGGLED
VERDITES
SCALIER
CARRIES
RESPOKE
MEANIES
REPANELS
TROELIE
ADENITIS
PURISTS
SLIDERS
JANTIES
ENSILED
PEDALIER


14 games, 14 blanks. Fun times.
shroom

Three pages

On three almost consecutive pages (57, 58, 60) of the copy of Dawkins's "The Selfish Gene" that I am reading, appear the following three passages, respectively:

"Here the [genes'] program may take the form of the following instructions to the survival machine [the organism's body]: 'Here is a list of things defined as rewarding: sweet taste in the mouth, orgasm, mild temperature, smiling child. And here is a list of nasty things: various sorts of pain, nausea, empty stomach, screaming child. If you should happen to do something that is followed by one of the nasty things, don't do it again...'" (p. 57)

"Through the technique of simulation, model battles can be won or lost.... No amount of simulation can predict exactly what will happen in reality, but a good simulation is enormously preferable to blind trial and error." (p. 58)

"Honey bees suffer from an infectious disease called foul brood." (p. 60)

Each of these, in ways that I won't detail -- the second one relates to Scrabble -- evokes or touches on one or more recurrent, current, and seminal themes in Marsh's and my perpetual conversation about life. So much so that the first one goes by our shorthand reference "red berries," which stands in for a good twenty-minute thesis. (Almost like those monks who tell jokes by the number.)

What does any of this mean?

It probably means Richard Dawkins is some kind of soulmate -- a recursive proposition, since his writings and those of writers like him have helped form who we are.

Certainly the coincidence of finding them all within 4 pages is meaningless.

Mostly it means I must read on and finish the darned book, and keep dogearing each page.
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go my favorite sports team go

The Islamaphobia sweeping the nation betrays an unfortunate truth about America, and I'm not talking about the tendency to see complex issues in B&W -- that's merely human. I'm talking about the tendency to see issues as if from the point of view of a sports team fanatic.

Imagine "Christian" = "Yankees fan" and "Muslim" = "Bosox fan" (or the other way around if something about that offends you, which I feel sure is the case). There is NO COMMON GROUND. The question of Obama's religious affiliation is being asked as if he is potentially a fan of the rival team -- and no hometown fanatic can EVER betray a bit of compassion or understanding for the rival team. If you're a Yankees fan, can you ever feel a bit of pain if the Red Sox lose a heartbreaker to, say, the Angels? NO! You risk showing your true colors, and you are NO TRUE NEW YORK FAN.

If you redecorate the Oval Office, you better not use a shade of yellow that resembles one seen in a news photo with the King of Saudi Arabia. Wrong team!

It's not just black & white, good/bad, right/wrong. It's blood vendetta, that sweeps away in its path all reason, all nuance, all moderation.

The vendetta is the very point of sports. If you are not a fan, you simply don't care about sports. Thus the national dialogue is pushed to the extremes. If you are not a hater of one or the other, you are simply not in the debate. The views of moderates, neutrals, uncommitteds, are uninteresting.

That's the real harm. Well, there's real harm in violent hate, as well -- real harm in soccer mobs and Superbowl victory riots. But there's a more general harm, in acceding to the medium of the debate: the scorekeeping, the paranoia, the reduction of history (which admittedly incorporates a contest of forces) to daily pitched battles, with only losers and winners. We forget what it's actually all about.

Pro sports fans are supposed to forget about what it's about. Do YOU want to look back on your life and realize you spent it screaming over how far a little white ball got hit by a big man in a numbered shirt? Of course not. It's pathetic. The only way a sports fan can face himself in the morning is by continually buying in to the vast pretense that the contest itself is important.

But Islam? Buddhism? Shia, Sunni? Christianity? Protestantism? Catholicism? Judaism? At root -- and especially in the US, where our Constitution protects us from Federal establishment of religion -- these "teams" are actually about something very important, very personal, very precious. Yes, each has accreted weird or alien or difficult or hostile institutional mores. But at root: who is my God? Whence flow my values, my strength, my hope? What is the nature of my spirit? How should I live, to pay proper obeisance to something greater than myself? This is about: what is goodness?

It is literally impossible to engage in that exploration, while also waving gigantic foam fingers and screaming for blood. The contest itself is anti-religious, anti-spiritual. It is the same view of religion as held by those who say sports is a religion -- a mass delusion, a construct of adopted conviction only, without any of the footsteps required to get there.

The extremists are, in fact, insane. I reject them, and their crusades, their pennant fever. I'll take the uninteresting middle ground, with the skeptics, truth-seekers, and -- yes -- the truly religious.

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Title is a quote from comic Brian Regan.
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Don't Listen!

You-Topia

Or rather, Me-Topia.

No need to comment, it's just an idea I had. It needs some fleshing out, OBVIOUSLY.

Looked at from one perspective, though, it has INCREDIBLE promise. It is truly the only hope for civilization. If you don't get it, you never will, and not just because you're not paying attention -- I could care less, been there, done that -- do you think I want to be in the spotlight? If that's what you think, you're an even bigger idiot than I took you for.

Let me know what you think -- I thrive on critique. This idea can only improve with the test of honest debate. Have at it! If I don't answer you, it's only because I can't be bothered. I'm working, too, you know! This is a bigger idea than any one of us. So don't get all puffed up. I've been around long enough to know that pride is almost ALWAYS false pride. So stuff your oversimplifications where the sun don't shine.

From another perspective, though, it's exactly what will cut through the preconceptions of the ages. Nobody has thought of it quite this way. And stop trying to figure out what I'm talking "about." McLuhan? Aristotle? Morons. And morons shouldn't even be allowed to be conceived. So there's a start.

You have to think multidimensionally. Just because you think you can shoot down a part of this idea, doesn't mean it isn't a suitable monument to my masturbatory instincts. In fact, it probably only means you go around shooting things down as a habituated M.O., and have no intelligence for BUILDING UP what's needed to save the universe. You shouldn't have been allowed to be born, either. Since you were -- well, who could blame me for running you down one day, while txting.

Agree, disagree, I don't give a shit. Petty minds whirl in peevish snarling around my impotent masterpiece. Craven jealousy will get you nowhere -- think instead about what would be gained by exchanging zero with one in the bag. Illegal? You narrow-minded squid. It's not about the win. It IS the win. And when I'm done, if you're still around in the fetid stink that is this pointless realm of drivel, you'll see that LOSSES can be WINS, too.

I regulate the conversation now, suckers. Look through, not at. One man's mistake is another man's hilarity -- but neither feels regret. I plan to change all that.
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Flashing Feet

I don't know what to do, I don't know how to hold on.

The world spins -- a devoted and darling friend falls limp without warning in the heart of the evening, and you try, you massage, you cry 'no,' you pound, you breathe into her pale mouth, is it seconds? Minutes? Days? There's no change. Some boundary has been passed, from which there is no return.

We sit on linoleum, children in scattered rooms having listened wide-eyed, and cradle her in a towel, a random shirt, cell-phones and emergency directories lie about, useless now, useless then. From the outside, pale light spills across the midnight field, toward the empty road on one side, and toward the dozing livestock on the other: the horses, the rabbits, the goats.

Eight other dogs fill this house, pythons, guinea pigs, rats, a gecko, a half-blind cat. The house is full of life and full of striving. Death itself is not the thing, or even *a* thing. What staggers me is not the cul-de-sac itself, but having to roll to a stop, lost, and regain all my bearings.

It's not the lack of meaning, either, although we could feel, in our bones, when we stepped out for fresh air and comfort and looked up at the patchy clouds in front of the moon, the desperate urgency our forebears also must have felt, to know there is an afterlife. I know I wanted, for several seconds, more than I've ever wanted anything, to know she was still running across a sunlit field, somewhere, somewhen.

Ah hell. Maybe she is.

I don't know what else, right now. I wanted to record something.

She's perfect. 'Butterscotch-cheeks,' I sometimes called her. And 'dork.' And this morning, transferring her in a swaddled basket to the vet who will tell us what they can find out physically, I called her 'sweetie.' All her plans for us, and all our plans for her, are tangled in those blankets, and scattered with the bones and toys, like a skein of yarn she'd gotten at.

Zelda. Dance Klass.

It's not that we can't figure out a tangle of yarn. It's just one thread, you grab it anywhere.

Right?
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