I'm still not eating chicken, but...

This bit of good news reminds me of how much I miss eating my mom's lemon pepper chicken wings. They're heavenly.

Yesterday morning, as Dave and I loaded up the Explorer for a day of exciting ecological fieldwork, a University custodian commented that he appreciated what we were doing because it was people like us who were going to fix the mistakes that his generation had made. Nice thought, I guess (and I'm glad that more and more people seem to be thinking like him), but it's sometimes hard for me to see how whatever little things we do fit into the bigger picture. Of course, scientists could figure out solutions for every pressing crisis under the sun and it still wouldn't mean jack until those who make the big decisions decide to listen. These days, I seem to be vacillating between utter despair for the future of humanity and the planet and hope that maybe things will change.


Oh, and I also finished another pair of socks.