Everybody poops, including astronauts. In fact, the first picture Neil Armstrong ever snapped from the surface of the moon shows a jettisoned waste bag that may well contain poop. The Apollo crews left a total of 96 bags of waste, including urine and feces, across their six landing sites, which are still sitting there to this day: a celestial reminder that wherever humans go, we bring our shit with us.
Some 17.1 million insects traverse the Pyrenees every fall alongside her, according to a new study co-authored by William Hawkes, a researcher at the University of Exeter who studies the mass migration of insects. That journey is part of an even more stunning global migration: Trillions of insects take to the skies each year for the long trip from mating to birthing grounds, collectively exceeding all known terrestrial and aerial migrations both in abundance of individual creatures and biomass.
Tracking a villain through a wilderness is something of a staple for crime novelists who set their stories in America’s remaining wild areas. [...] However, it would be difficult to find one more suspenseful or with more startling twists than “Pitch Dark.” As always, Doiron’s characters are well-drawn, and his cold, rain-drenched setting is so vividly portrayed that readers may find themselves shivering.
So, you think you know McDonald’s, huh? It makes sense. The global fast food purveyor is among the most ubiquitous chains on earth. Its golden arches are an avatar of American capitalism. Big Macs, Quarter-Pounders, McFlurrys — what’s not to know?
But author Gary He is determined to show you a side of the eatery you never knew existed. And since he happens to be an award-winning photojournalist he’s doing so in expressive detail with a colorful new coffee table book entitled McAtlas.
We may soon view the 20th-century celebrity profile as a faded artistic medium, like big band music or custom silverware. This collection does a service in preservation, while creating an immensely good time for readers who are interested in cultural figures from the recent American past—those who once commanded outsize attention and now inspire only quizzical looks from most under the age of 40.
Who needs weight training when you’re carrying around “The Power Broker”? My biceps are ripped. My neck muscles are bulging. One very specific muscle in my back is sore, but it is also toned. It’s not just a vanity thing—I’m also getting very strong. You have something that weighs 2.9 pounds that you need picked up? Brother, I am your guy.