Poachers in Siberia are digging up mammoth tusks with pressurized water, making themselves rich but fouling the rivers.
It's impressive that they knew the skeletons were out there. Once in a while, when I read of one of these finds or some new archaeological (or anthropological) discovery, I think of all the things that must be out there in the ice or dirt or rook, waiting to be found.
It's a pity that these desperate drunkards will exterminate all the fish with this enterprise. It's kind of our thing, we humans. I read recently that when the Europeans – as drunken and desperate as these Yakuts – arrived Ontario we exterminated 17 species of fish from lake Ontario.
(Thanks to Audrey for the link to the story.)
Three reasons to be thankful:
- My friend Adam had a son (well, last Saturday).
- I submitted my first tweet of a car parked in a cycle lane to the copper in Toronto who's now ticketing cars for such parking.
- I spoke with the two professional bicycle "wrenches" at the repair event last year. They said they had a great time and would like to do it again next year.