Love is a Three-Toed Sloth

Photo #641: Christmas PoleLocation Taken: Frankfort, Michigan
Time Taken: December 2007
Relevance to post: none, but what the hey, it’s Christmas Eve.

Love is a three-toed sloth.

Is that enough of a post? It’s a fine statement, but I suppose you probably want some sort of context or something? Sheesh, the things people ask for…

Alright, context. I was playing Boggle with my mother, and she was of course winning. I had 21 points at the end, she had 128. This is not only common, it’s expected. I never play any sort of word game with her with any hope of winning. Not only does she find words quite quickly, and write them down just about as fast, she has an absurdly large vocabulary.

Which brings me to the love and sloth. Well, almost. One of the words she found in one of the five rounds we played was “ais”. That is, the plural of the word ai, one of the alternate names for the Pale-throated sloth, a three-toed variety found in northern South America. It makes an “ai-ai” call, hence the name.

I recognize the word “ai” from a different place, or to be more specific, a different language. The most common Japanese word for love, , is pronounced “ai”, and that’s how it’s written in the romanji method of putting Japanese into the english alphabet.

Oh, and the sloth ai is pronounced exactly the same way as the love ai.

And thus, love is a three-toed sloth.

  

The Snow Shines Bright as the Sun Rises Higher…

Photo #640: Frozen StairsLocation Taken: Niagara Falls, New York
Time Taken: December 2009

Just the other day, a friend randomly mentioned that she didn’t fully know why it continues to get colder after the winter solstice. I gave her a basic description (it helped that her rough guess was already along the correct lines), but you know what, how about I do a more detailed explanation here?

You’ve probably noticed that the coldest days in winter and the hottest days in summer aren’t right on the solstices, but about two months later. But, the solstices are the extremes of the variation in the length of a day! How can the weather be getting hotter when the days are getting shorter, or colder as they get longer? The heat of the air comes primarily from the sun, doesn’t it?

Well, yes. More sunlight does mean more energy pumped into the atmosphere and thus more heat.

However.

The energy doesn’t just vanish at sunset. Some of it does bleed off at night, which is why they’re cooler. But the daily pattern of heat actually follows the same pattern as the year does. The warmest time is several hours after noon, and the coldest is in the wee hours of the morning, not long before sunrise. Well, not counting weather patterns. A snowstorm going through can make a day bitterly cold, no matter what it was like the night before.

It makes sense in a daily cycle, right? The most direct sunlight puts out the most heat, warming the air quite nicely at midday, but that heat doesn’t dissipate quickly. It’s still sticking around a bit a few hours later, and it’s not like the sun stopped putting out heat in the intermediate time. The temperature continues to rise just a bit more. However, it is not quite as much heat being added, and some of it does dissipate into the cold of space or the earth or the ocean or you. For a couple hours, there’s a balance between the amount of heat being added and the amount lost, but the sun continues setting. Eventually the balance tips the other way, and the air cools down. At night, the only extra heat being added into the system is what was absorbed by the air/earth/ocean/etc. Much less than what the sun puts out. But right near sunrise, some heat starts bleeding in from the already-lit areas to the east, and the daily heating begins.

Replace “hours” with “months” in that description, and it’s quite close to how the seasonal heating patterns work. The two key differences are that you’re replacing the setting/rising pattern of heat variation with the angle of light heating variation, and that the sun doesn’t vanish in winter and stop putting out heat in most of the planet (just in the Arctic and Antarctic circles, the lands of the midnight sun).

Oh, and just in case your science teachers failed you, I’ve heard that far too many believe that it’s warmer in the summer because the Earth is closer to the sun at that time. That is false. We are actually closest to the sun in January. The seasons are caused because the Earth’s rotational axis isn’t exactly perpendicular to the orbital plane we travel on along the sun. It’s 23 degrees off. And well, if you’re in the northern hemisphere, your half of the planet is pointing away from the sun in winter and the angle of light coming in from the sun is much lower, much closer to the horizon. Not only do you get shorter days, but thanks to basic geometry, those lower angles of light have to pass through much more of the atmosphere to reach your eye, which means far more opportunities for the photon to hit something and get absorbed or bounced back into space.

Oh, and the seasons are reversed in the southern hemisphere. It’s summer in Australia right now. And they just had their summer solstice. And, amusingly enough, their summers actually are warmer than the northern hemisphere’s because the sun is closer to them during this time of year. It doesn’t cause the seasons, but it does have an effect.

  

Photo’s a Sunrise, but I talk Sunsets… I have a favorite.

Photo #639: Sunrise SunsetLocation Taken: Near the mouth of the Illinois River, Illinois
Time Taken: November 2012

It was the winter solstice just the other day, so the daylight hours have gotten as short as they will and are once again lengthening.

And they were just finally getting short enough for me, too!

I suppose that’s yet another of my oddities. I don’t get weirded out when sunset’s at 4:30 pm. I do it the other way and go “wait, why is it still light out, it’s after 9 pm?!” in the summers. I actually like seeing the sun vanish early…

Perhaps I should move to the arctic circle like I consider every so often, so I can enjoy darkness at noon. They always talk about the midnight sun up there to draw in the tourists, but never the noontime darkness that is its opposite…

Such a heliocentric species we are. No consideration for the night owls among us, none at all…

  

White Lilac… Sounds like a song title. Or a perfume…

Photo #638: White LilacLocation Taken: Savage, Maryland
Time Taken: August 2010

You know, this one’s been marked as a “Best” photo in my filing system since pretty much the time I started this blog. I’ve passed it over upwards of 91 times, and yet, I still never removed it from that category.

…Wait, I’ve put up a full 91 photos I call “Best”? Really? I suppose I have been doing one a week for working on two years…

I’ve just never really had anything to say about this photo. It’s lovely, yes. All nice and white and lilac-y. But I’ve talked about lilacs before, when I put up photos that had much more obvious lilacs. This one may be a lilac, but I took it so close that you have to think about it a bit to realize it. That “bit” being dependent on your familiarity with lilacs, of course. And I’ve said lilac far too much in the last few sentences.

So, well, um, enjoy the photo? I’m sure you’ll see why I think it’s some of my best work. Even if this post isn’t.

  

When all else fails, talk about your dogs! Or get dogs. One of the two.

Photo #637: Love In The SnowLocation Taken: Arcadia, Michigan
Time Taken: January 2011

Awww, who’s a cute widdle puppy-wuppy? Yes, you’re a cute widdle puppy-wuppy, yes you are!

…My goodness, Revel looks really skinny in this photo.

Revel’s the dog, by the way. This photo was taken only a few months after we got him, from the pound, where he was recovering from heartworm. It’s no wonder he was underweight.

Now, he’s tending more towards overweight. Not because we feed him too much, mind you. It’s more that his favorite hobbies are lying on the floor sleeping and sitting on the floor begging for petting. Not enough exercise, really, and he’s not fond of running around outside like our other dog. Though it is tough to tell exactly how plump he is, thanks to all the fluff. That dog is half fur, I swear. He’s not at the point where the vet starts telling you to get that dog some exercise, but he’s certainly no longer this skinny thing.

Still just as affectionate and attention-hungry, though. The pose he’s in in this photo is his “You’re petting me! Keep doing that, pleeeeaaassse, and love me and pet me and pay attention to me and pet me!” pose. Well, the one he uses when the person’s having to bend over to pet him. He’s got other variants for other possibilities.

He also possibly has mind-control. Why else would my self-proclaimed dog-disliking father pet him so often?