The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #191: Stot It Up
One or more persons during a certain period drop their usual motives for movement and action, their relations,
their work and leisure activities, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the
encounters they find there.
It's a bike ride.
Started by user nathansnider and user theroyalacademy.
It meets every Wednesday at 8:30pm at California Donuts #21.
We ride at 9pm.
We'll endeavor to return before the last red line trains (around midnight).
On the fourth year of this bike ride, you might expect:
- more inconvenient passageways
- more full moon picnics
- perhaps more "cover" versions of other people's rides, performed with amateurish enthusiasm
- certainly more amateurish enthusiasm
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- dance parties
- imaginary histories
- scavenging for fun and sustenance
- more geocaching
- more oblique strategies
- more Oulipian constraints
- traffic median tea parties
- A medium pace (maybe not for beginners; certainly not a hustle)
- We're not in a rush; we don't need to run every light.
- Maybe some distance;maybe some hills
- Victory donuts!
Stot It Up
"Stotting" or "pronking" is an unusual quadruped jumping behavior (performed most notably by gazelles and
springbok, but also by llamas, sheep and various kinds of deer) in which all four feet are lifted off the ground at
once, often propelling the animal high into the air.
Explanations for the behavior range from the merely utilitarian (a lookout mechanism for spotting predators) to
more complicated signaling adaptations (letting those lions in the bushes know that you have so much energy to
burn that you can waste it on useless activities--the ungulate equivalent of trash talk).
The benefits that stotting confers to the animals themselves remain uncertain, but the benefit to human
observers is primarily in making the animals look simultaneously ridiculous and adorable.
It's spring now, is what we're saying, so let's get to springing. And keep an eye out for those lions.
This week: 30 miles, a couple hills, and a couple of unpaved sections. You know: the usual.
Talk, talk, talk...
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