Archive for the ‘Mammoths’ Category

A tale of a bed: from removal to revival

December 16, 2017

(About my life, and home furnishings. A bit of gay interest, a bit about language.)

On Wednesday, a couple of guys came for my bed, a low teak number with a very wide — like, 9-foot — headboard and a thin futon mattress. On Friday, yesterday, some other guys brought me a new one, a high dark-stained number with an ordinary queen-sized headboard and a thick firm conventional mattress.

Details follow, mostly about the new bed. (Local photos by Kim Darnell, who supervised the bed replacement activities.)


A decent woolly mammoth and a nice bit of shirtless cowboy

December 13, 2017

She asked herself, “Where can you go and get an old gay fellow a stirring picture of a decent woolly mammoth and a nice bit of shirtless cowboy?” And answer came there none. And so she had this idea of commissioning this art work:

Shirtless Cowboy Mounted on Woolly Mammoth”, by Magda Guichard (2017)

And she had it made into a big fleece blanket, to warm and entertain the old guy. And he rejoiced.


Naked came the mammoth

September 25, 2017

Because mammoths, today’s Rhymes With Orange:

(#1) Advances in Mammoth Science: early scientists encountering Mammuthus primigenius var. nudus


Woolly Mammoth flips us the bird

June 16, 2017

A few days ago, Michael Palmer posted this logo, commenting “I was unaware that Arnold Zwicky was in the theatah”. It’s the Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company, with its logo in rainbow for Pride Month, and the woolly mammoth is my totem animal. Oh yes, and I’m gay, so it all fits.


Then I recalled having written about the theatre company and one of its productions, with fuck in the title, so that it presented an issue for publicity and for publications reviewing the production — notably, the ostentatiously modest (no fuck for us, please, we’re a family newspaper) New York Times.

But apparently I never actually wrote the story up; memory is a fickle, fickle thing. In any case, the play is Aaron Posner’s Stupid Fucking Bird, which had its world premiere at the Woolly Mammoth in 2013, and I’ll write about it now. Even better, the Times‘s handling of the situation when the show came to NYC last year is truly wonderful.

Now: some bits on the Woolly Mammoth, on experimental theatre companies, and on Posner’s play. Then on the play in the media, with the the NYT as the capper.


An old mammoth joke

June 9, 2017

From a Pinterest board, cavemen and their microscopes:

Lord Jeffrey Mammoth

April 5, 2017

Announcing: the Amherst Mammoths.

On the Boston Globe site on the 3rd, “After sending Lord Jeff packing, Amherst College picks mammoth as mascot”:

Amherst College announced Monday that it had selected the mammoth as its new mascot, turning to a signature member of the institution’s natural history collection as its new symbol and concluding a lengthy — and at times controversial — debate over how best to represent the selective liberal arts school.

“The word mammoth conjures up an image of a mighty, imposing and fierce animal — the perfect symbol of Amherst’s strength, academically and athletically,” a college spokeswoman said in a statement.

The college, whose Beneski Museum of Natural History has kept a skeleton of a Columbian mammoth since 1925, had decided more than a year ago to do away with its unofficial mascot, Lord Jeff. That name had historical connotations that drew increasing concern around campus. Lord Jeffery Amherst, who commanded British forces in North America during the French and Indian War, supported giving smallpox-contaminated blankets to Indians, historians say.

The mammoth will be the school’s official mascot, a distinction that Lord Jeff never held, and one that will allow it to be featured on sports garb and promotional materials.

Amherst chose the mascot after voting by alumni, students, faculty, and staff. Close to half of the 9,295 votes were cast for the mammoth, school officials said. The vanquished finalists were the Fighting Poets, Purple and White, Valley Hawks, and Wolves.

In the Beneski Museum, the Columbian mammoth (Mammuthus columbi) with digitally added Amherst College hat:



Silver mammoth

January 19, 2016

By an odd and indirect route, I went searching on { silver mammoth } this morning, and found two items of interest: a Canadian coin and a Brazilian hard rock band. The coin:


and from the band’s homepage:



Hunting mammoths in the Arctic

January 17, 2016

… 45,000 ago.

Passed on by Michael Palmer, from PastHorizons: adventures in archeology, “Mammoth injuries indicate humans occupied Arctic earlier than thought” (from the 15th):

The carcass of a frozen mammoth with signs of weapon-inflicted injuries suggests humans were present in the Eurasian Arctic ten millennia earlier than previously thought. These results, which provide perhaps the oldest known story of human survival in the Arctic region, date human presence there to roughly 45,000 years ago, instead of 35,000 years ago, as previously thought.

Sergey Gorbunov excavating the mammoth carcass. Pitulko et al., Science (2016)


The woolly whale

January 10, 2016

From master archivist Michael Palmer (who also knows that the woolly mammoth is my principal totem animal) yesterday, a notice from the Yale University Library of the book Guide to the Press of the Woolly Whale Records by Sandra Markham. That’s a guide to the

[ Press of the Woolly Whale ]  [ Records ]  ‘records of the Press of the Woolly Whale’

I’ll turn to the Press of the Woolly Whale in a moment, after noting that woolly whales also appear in the name of a British jewelry company and in at least two art works. Who knew? It seems that a number of people have been amused by the idea of a bizarre hybrid of a whale and a woolly mammoth.

I’ll get to the jewelry and the artworks too.


The very model of a mammoth from Michigan

October 3, 2015

(Mammuthiana rather than linguiana.)

Passed on by several Facebook friends, a story from WBIR Channel 10 in Detroit with a report from the Detroit Free Press yesterday: “Farmer digs up woolly mammoth bones in soybean field” by Daniel Bethencourt. A photo: