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arthropods love
these warm short winters
me too

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The Crystalline Pool

dark, eyestalks swivel

chill air before dawn flowing

carapace trembles

--attributed to Ksh'shama'al

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I. Attraction

Karthopolis, capital of the Decapod Heterarchy

Architectural Wonders of Karthopolis

1. The minarets

The minarets of Karthopolis are many, and their manner of adornment curious, for they are encased in sheaths composed exclusively of the exoskeletons of the crustaceous inhabitants of Karthopolis themselves. It is deemed a matter of no little honor to have one's eviscerated corpus on display upon the most important architectural marvels of the community. The traveler is welcome to record the appearance of the Karthopolian minarets using any means at its disposal, but on no account should non-Kartharians enter the minaret-studded temples of the city. The Kartharians believe (and the Heterarchs have decreed) that their deities (if such exist; this is not known) are too refined to be viewed, even in effigy, by members of alien races. In all other matters, the crustaceans are the most considerate of hosts.

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2. The spawning pools

Homeothermic bipeds generally are surprised to learn that, although extraordinarily privy about religious matters, the crustaceans are positively exhibitionistic when it comes to sex. Not that the indigenes of Sha'ama have sex as most of our readers know it. Nevertheless, the act can be enthralling to witness. The sight of a 300-kilo male Heterarch, in full jeweled regalia, being devoured alive at the moment of milt release by his 800-kilo mate, must be seen in person to be truly appreciated. Trideo does not do the spectacle justice. Note: spawning can be disturbing to juvenile sophonts, who are therefore discouraged from entering the pool area when spawning may take place.

The spawning pools are of interest not simply because of the violence of Karthopolian mating, but because of their stunning bas-relief carvings. Karthopolis has been occupied for at least 34,000 years (standard), and the pools are among the oldest existing structures in the city. In fact, the sculptor of the bas-reliefs, which depict the prehistoric ancestors of the decapods engaged in aquaculture, hunting, and combat with primitive weapons, is reported to be none other than the semi-mythical Cha'alaon, founder of the Heterarchy itself.

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The Kalshussian Intercession

Tidelands Directorate

8. Security

The Tidelands Directorate is nowadays an uncommon destination for the casual tourist, because Stingari "devil crocs" were inadvertently introduced to the coastal marshes in about the year 11,294 (eighth revised calendar). The method of introduction is not known because 12^th millennium records were destroyed in the supernova of Lammas Minor, but biogeographic and biogeohistorical data in the archives at Kalshus Center suggest that croc cysts were brought to Sha'ama in Dolpi recreation water. The Dolpi maintain their shipboard pools at pressures and temperatures that would not kill croc cysts, but would prevent them from germinating. In any event, the Tidelands are now home to an estimated 3.6 million devil crocs, ranging up to 80 meters in length. A mature devil croc can bring down anything smaller than a brontothere that strays into the marine portion of the marshes. The Kalshuss forbid hunting of the crocs because of an unfortunate resemblance of the devil croc to traditional representations of one of their gods. (As a side note, the worship of a reptiloid by crustaceans is unusual to say the least, and Balder (15,284b) has suggested that the reptiloid Masseei visited Sha'ama in the distant past.) Because of the devil croc infestation, the Tidelands are now closed to all tourists traveling in any vehicle with a security rating of 7 or below.

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Se'eveen Commonality

Natural Wonders

1. Alkaline Springs/Necropolis

The jaded traveler will not want to miss the fabled Alkaline Springs of Iothuum, which have been popular vacation spots for over 14 millennia. The crustaceans of the vicinity have wisely preserved the natural beauty of the springs, and even enhanced their charm with subtle grottoes and intricately carven piazzas. The Springs sprawl across more than 6 square miles of the northern coast of Equamar, where deep rock fissures bring bubbling to the surface waters brewed over megayears in the alkali deserts of the interior. Within the thousands of pools, weird and fantastic crystal forms precipitate in chatoyant abundance about any objects that fall into the water, and the rapidity of this encasement may be what has given rise to the practice, now uncounted millennia old, of interring the corpses of the exalted dead in the deepest and most chemically active of the pools. The deceased remain in the pools for a few season, until they are thickly encrusted with crystalline efflorescences. The liches are then removed from the transformative waters, allowed to dry for a time in the anhydrous wind blowing northward across the desert, and finally displayed in positions of honor and approbation in the carven galleries that surround the ancient pools. In ancient days it was the custom to leave individuals of greater societal worth in the waters for longer periods. The result was that the lesser nobility received inadequate coatings, and their exoskeletons were long since breached and that which reposed within has decayed beyond recall. Conversely, the most exalted personages received too much precipitate, and their features are utterly obscured by the carunculated fantasies in which they are entombed. It is said that during a brief period under the reign of the Tha’alonian Imperators, the preservative powers of the pools were used for the entombment of miscreants, and also for the preservation of tableaux of a religious nature. Sadly, it must be reported that all of this deviant statuary was obliterated nearly two millennia ago by the Zealots of Camaraa. If any of the aberrant displays have been preserved, they are inaccessible in private collections.

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II. Reports from the Field

morning sun glitters

a thousand crabs harmonize

and the pools reply

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Kshallass, Lithanra (GP). Local ordinance-repair agents are baffled by a case that at first scent appeared to involve a murder-suicide aria of a pair of conspecific bipedal sophonts that were in good odor with one another. Tentatively identified as members of Homo sapiens (p.i. 11263), the two are now thought to have been extinguished before internment in the lacquering pool where their bodies were discovered. The investigation has been hampered by the Lithanrian proscription against performing autopsies on lacquered corpses. The Consul for the Jango Fleet, the only governmental entity represented in Lithanra that has a substantial population of H. sapiens, has asked the Lithanrian Decisionary to rule that the no-autopsies stench applies only to the crustaceous natives of Sha'ama.

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Kahshal, The Tidelands (GP). The partially digested body of Llow pan-Gouw, media representative for Pan-Galactic Representation in The Tidelands was found during a routine autopsy of a 37-meter-long Crocodile in Kahshal Biodiversity Project Headquarters, KBP representatives reported today. The Gouw was a rouwbian, and is believed to have been in the Croc’s belly for at least a year, based on corrosion of dermal plates and elemental mapping of ocular flaps. Our readers may recall that the Gouw was a passenger on the bottom crawler Do-moralle, a sight-seeing submersible that vanished 8 days ago in the Gharalsh Trench. The temporal anomaly cannot be due to intensified corrosion of dermal plates, because ocular-flap mapping is not affected by the chemical environment and implies the same result. It is thought that tachyon emissions from the forthcoming war in the 6^th quadrant may have passed through The Tidelands during the past year.

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Kshalla Spawning Ground, Kshalla (GP). Claw-etching, certified as a deduction-limited art form for close to 1800 years in Kshalla spawn-comity, may soon be downgraded to a courtship-rite variant. Etched claws have long been popular among the nouveau riche in Kshalla because they accelerate encrustation in the death pools. This in turn elevates the apparent social status of the etched corpse in a way that cannot be altered according to Kshallan law. This has caused a shift in Kshallan demographics towards the less-desirable lagoonal precincts, because delegates to the Kshallan assembly are weighted according to the average social status of encrusted former voters, as determined by crust thickness.

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in the pool,

your oculars grew a pelt

of crystals:

you were blind.

in the pool,

your joints furred with diamonds:

you were lame.

in the pool,

your carapace drew on a new cloak:

you were anonymous.

011017c

Our colony didn't have much trouble
with the natives, such as they were
little blobby things
oozing along, blind as bats
almost felt sorry for them
when they were gone

If this alien biosphere
had invented arthropods
or anything like them
armed and armored
fast and clever
well, that would be a different story

100916b

There is Soup in my Fly


Autobiography of a restaurant spider

or

Autobiography of a messy eater

or

Autobiography of a restaurant-fly's mother

or

An unlikely random sequence of letters

Reviews of Footprints in Stone

https://muse.jhu.edu/book/44885

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/footprints-in-stone-ronald-j-buta-phd/1123112917 and a low price on the Nook version

https://www.bibliovault.org/BV.titles.epl?tquery=Paleontology -- a short review

2 reviews on Amazon


If you read the book, please review it.


Barnes & Noble in Tuscaloosa has signed copies.

Alabama Paleontological Society

The APS (link below) is an amateur organization of fossil enthusiasts based in Birmingham, Alabama. They have monthly meetings in field trips. They also discovered the Steven C Minkin Paleozoic Footprint site, the most important trace fossil site of its age in the world, and made sure that it was preserved for posterity. Without their work, my new book about the site (co-authored with Ron Buta) could not have existed.

Fossils at the site are abundant and diverse, but one of the best things about it is that you can visit the site, with the APS, and keep most or all of the wonderful fossils that you find

http://alabamapaleo.org/Alabama_Paleontological_Society.html

Steven C Minkin Paleozoic footprint site update

Ron Buta has restored his interactive website, which includes thousands of photographs of Pennsylvanian trace fossils from the Minkin site:

http://bama.ua.edu/~rbuta/scm/

Users of this site can propose tentative IDs for the fossils in the photographs, and can estimate or measure other characteristics of the fossils based on examination of the photographs. All of your comments are recorded and you can see comments previously made by other people. So many specimens have been collected from this site, that many of them have not yet been studied in any detail, or even at all.

If you don't want to record your observations, that's fine. You can still look at the amazing pictures of this astoundingly diverse trace fossil fauna from more than 300 million years ago.

In the interests of full disclosure, I should say that I had nothing to do with putting the website together, but Ron and I have a book about the site, due out in a couple of weeks. It is possible to preorder the book here:

http://www.amazon.com/Footprints-Stone-Fossil-Coal-Age-Tetrapods/dp/0817358447/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1460989262&sr=1-1&keywords=%22footprints+in+stone%22

030816b

our new masters


found ways to keep us busy and fed
they needed scute trimmers, for instance
which also provided much of our food
and then there were endopod shavers
ditto
with each of them having so many legs
and such large ones
this was not insignificant

121115b

busy as a
trying harder cos its
striped in warning
social but not chatty
don't call each other honey
wax furious
if you breach their cells
so be careful

Trilobites are not guilty

A trace fossil once thought to have been made by trilobites could not have been.

Bioirrigation in Alph n. igen., arthropod cubichnia from the Mississippian Hartselle Sandstone of Alabama (USA)

David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Andrew K. Rindsberg
Geodinamica Acta
pp. 1-19 | DOI: 10.1080/09853111.2015.1108569

Alien encounter

Thought They Were Almonds

Don't let them catch you

eating their pupae,

I know they taste good,

and the basin's

right here on the table,

a natural mistake, but...

And some don't care,

but the Consul's wife,

raised by old-school

missionaries, taught her:

eye for an eye,

head for a head,

that's why
you had to sign the waiver.

Not happy with this one. May try to rework it.

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at first I thought
somebody ate my spider buddy
lower pane
why did she move
her new web is zipped

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A very short haibun


No one liked the cockroach vampires, but they were appreciated.


on the third I rise
skitter after the fluids of the living
when the great light rises

061512

silly me

the natives' bioengineering feats
included houses bearing feet
and tentacles, and chitin: sweet
but I forgot.

Raid, directed at a spider,
scuttling, webbing, round inside her
sent my house ascatter on the plain
just when it began to rain.

crustaphobia

Conditional Decapods



If the Lobster Men invade next week, then we'll need this here big pot.

If we keep this humongous pot, Tammy Lou will have to park on the street.

With that big Plymouth parked out front, there's no way Cousin Phil will believe we're not home.

If Phil comes in, we'll end up playing that stupid game.

I swear I wouldn't mind if he would use clay pigeons.

Loretta and Dan will take offense, them being pigeon fanciers you know, and one thing will lead to another. Just like last time.

If one thing does lead to another, when Phil hits the garage with the RPG, that's all she wrote for this big-ass pot.

That'll make us sitting ducks when the lobsters attack.

Given that, the best thing to do is get drunk and stay drunk, and for that we need some cash.

Sell the dang pot.




End

what?!

out now
it's a cultural thing
we do eat our young

be very afraid

daddy longlegs
haunts her dreams with recurved fangs
8-meter legs

a myriad workers

honey for the queen
hurries toward the last bend
push release again

really bugs me

little Rob joined the
Cult of the Hemiptera
they suck

tally ho!

on cricket world
college students sleep all night
party every day