telophase: (Mononoke - in the balance)
"The earth screams for more blood when you bury someone inside [it]."

--Went home a little early, am watching an episode of Into the Unknown with Josh Bernstein*. It's a tribe in ... New Guinea, maybe? (I watched the beginning a few days ago and forgot) that used to mummify their dead and place them on a hilltop overlooking the village, and the quote above is how a woman explains their revulsion at being buried.

* Tends to host archaeology and history-oriented shows. I haven't looked him up so I can't speak to any of his qualifications except for looking damn good in a fedora at an archaeological site, which is probably very high on his resume.
telophase: (Koumyou - hee)
As I am now somewhat stationary (for context, see my previous post), I am reading one of the Robert Sapolsky books that delivered to my door today. He's a professor of biology and neurology, and his latest book, Monkeyluv, is a compilation of essays from various magazines and journals. This is from his afterword to a tongue-in-cheek article examining the question of nature vs. nurture through the medium of the 1999 People magazine's "50 Most Beautiful People in the World":
And Ms. Spears, who only a few short years ago still had to be identified as "a singer," no longer needs an introduction for most readers; however, just around the time of career where most personal handlers would be convincing her that it's time for an image-burnishing trip to a Sudanese refugee camp as a special UN envoy, she is instead neurobiology's greatest teaching tool for demonstrating that the frontal cortex of the brain does not fully come online until around age thirty.

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