I am a terrible sleeper. And it’s a particular type of poor sleep: I have no difficulty falling asleep but I rarely stay asleep through the night. Sometimes, I take melatonin to help, but I try not to as it leaves me feeling groggy the next day. I used to despair about it – does everyone have this issue? – until I listened to an interview with an evolutionary biologist (I stupidly lost the link) who explained why people tend to wake at about 3 a.m. and stay awake. He said that it is our lizard brain – our fight or flight – looking out for us, after all these years… Apparently, we haven’t evolved to the point that our lizard brain fails to understand we no longer need to worry about woolly mammoths waiting outside the cave to avenge their dead relatives, or rival cave guys breaking into our lovely abodes to muck up our cave art. Oddly, this made me feel better. And now, when I wake up at 3 a.m., I keep that in mind and it does help.

…at my Substack.

A great piece on why institutions have all gone woke – it’s from Richard Hanania’s newsletter. (I have at least one sibling who insists to me that the left have not won the culture wars – honestly, I don’t know what planet this otherwise observant person is on!) FYI, the article is from last year but still on the ball. One of the joys of interrupted sleep is that I find cool things while scrolling in the wee small hours.

Why are the aqueducts still standing while our roads are full of potholes? The secret to Roman concrete.

Ontario mum designs helmets for Sikh kids – impressive and useful.

This article about Malak Karsh is from a few years ago, but I just found it – a photo of my mum is featured!

Rescuers in Wales find a sheep by bleating. (Of course – when you are looking for a kitty, you meow, right?)

A film I want to see: two brothers in India trying to save Delhi’s Black Kites.

Terrific piece about Woody Allen.

Ian Tyson died. So much talent. I think Four Strong Winds is one of the great Canadian songs.

Happy Hallowe’en, all. It’s a sad anniversary in our family and I do reference that in my latest Substack piece, though it is about other matters. Also, Happy Reformation Day, Protestants!

So, not many links. A small barrel. An “ette.” But a few I like and think you will like. First, some fine writing and reporting in the New York Times about…bachelorette parties. I particularly admire that the writer avoids a sneering tone – it would be so easy, given the topic.

Preserved dinosaur leg found in North Dakota. Really! Wowza. Sort of creepy to see it, and makes you feel for the little guy.

Apparently, koala bears have fingerprints that are indistinguishable from ours! Yikes! Koalas can start framing us for eucalyptus theft.

Being the age that I am, I cannot help but be excited about the new Top Gun movie – here is an important piece about Top Gun, China and Hollywood.

And just a great photograph: when Bardot met Picasso, 1956. What an image (from Life magazine archives); what an iconic pair.

Some new; some old. Stories I’ve bookmarked and forgot about…until now, the bizarre lost week between Christmas and New Year’s Day.

Antarctic penguin shows up in New Zealand. They re-released him more or less where they found him, which struck me as ungenerous. Why not give him a little boat or plane trip back home?

The remains of a Catholic priest who died as a prisoner-of-war in Korea were identified earlier this year. Bless his memory. (Thousands turned out for his funeral in September.)

A man was reunited with his relatively unscathed kitty after the recent tornado in Kentucky.

The political origins of “Do You Hear What I Hear?” I have to admit, this is not one of my preferred carols, but its background is interesting, and the song itself is more recent than I had known.

A community in Northern Ontario steps up to save an injured fawn.

Why you should not learn history from TV or movies…though sadly, more and more do just that.

An Oklahoma sixth-grader saves two lives in one day.

Jurassic alert! Perfectly preserved baby dino found curled up inside egg.

The guy who inspired Joni Mitchell’s “Carey.” This profile confirms my contempt for Baby Boomers/hippies. Seriously, the worst group of people. That said, some of ’em (like Mitchell) were/are crazy-talented.

Finally, a joining together of two of my most beloved things: grammar and Christmas! Enjoy:

I’m not 87 yet, or 72, but I hope to reach each age in decent health and in not too decayed a state. I think one way to achieve that is to keep active. Here are a couple of examples of people of a certain age making contributions, following inspirations and staying in the game (yes, I know, a rather cringey expression, but it suits here): Hazell Jacobs is an 87-year-old woman who, during the early days of pandemic, decided to do something creative with her time. A lover of scarves, she started a blog that has become internationally popular, even being featured in the New York Times; and Gerald Stratford is a 72-year-old man who has become the “king of ‘big veg’ gardening” and appears in a Gucci campaign. Curiously – or perhaps predictably – both are Brits.