Dynamics of Stoats

It seems that the cat is out of the bag: scienceblogs is shutting down. Well, nothing lasts forever; or as Bowie - who also didn't last forever - put it: breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful. I regret the close, partly as a disruption to my quiet routine but also as the end of someone's dream.

[Update: still no official notice of the shutdown. Tracking, moves have been announced by:

* me,
* Martin Rundkvist
* Stein Sigurdsson

No clear end-date yet either. My old one is now archived at https://wmconnolley.wordpress.com/.]

However, it has become clear that the original concept has faded; perhaps the great Pepsi revolt (or my take - notice how little I cared) was fatal.

So I'm going back to the old place: mustelid.blogspot.com. Do join me there, or not, as you please. Speaking of which: I expect to change my style somewhat. Whilst Sb never exercised any editorial control, nonetheless I did feel somewhat constrained; you'll have noticed perhaps that I sometimes put more "personal" entries over at wmconnolley.blogspot.com. I expect to do less of that in future. Anyway, for what I do intend to write about rather than what I don't, please come over.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.


I leave you with a picture, since we were recently talking of cathedrals. This one isn't hard.


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I have to ask, why is Scienceblogs shutting down after so many years?

By Julian Frost (not verified) on 15 Oct 2017 #permalink

Cue a Naomi Klein article lambasting Cola payola by Big Carbonated Water

St. Stephen's Cathedral,

ps I cheated :-(

[Well, never mind, at least you cared enough to cheat, and no-one else was stepping up to the plate -W]

Thanks for your blog. Always refreshing, different and controversial. On different sides but no matter, you never took any prisoners and always spoke your mind.
It will be sorely missed.

"... and then National Geographic ate Sb, which then started to shrivel."

-- Dynamics of Cats

By Hank Roberts (not verified) on 22 Oct 2017 #permalink