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🦗 Noisy 🦗 Bugs 🦗
Happy 😶🌫️ Hazy 🦗 Hump 🐪 Day 🦗 everybody. I always thought the Alien Baltan on Ultraman was a giant space lobster, but my Japanese friends informed me they were actually supposed to be crickets. Who knew?
🦗 Fo Fo Fo! 🦗
The cricket sang,
And set the sun, … ~Emily Dickinson, The Cricket Sang
You don’t get much more summery than having a serenade of crickets in the evening.
I was trying to find an excerpt of David Brenner doing his stand up bit about his first encounter with crickets as a city boy, but I haven’t located it.
More’s the pity. It’s a real hoot and Brenner is an absolute legend of stand up comedy.
To his point, one would certainly be inclined to believe that a bug that can make that much noise by rubbing its legs must be the size of an Alien Baltan.
Even so, they’re just tiny little bugs with a massive acoustic profile because of their…
Crazy 🦗 Legs
Why Do Crickets Chirp Louder at Night?
Having grown up on the outer-outer-outskirts of Philly, I’m more rural-aligned.
As such, I find crickets to be a charming part of my least favorite season.
I can scarcely imagine a summer‘s evening without the gentle chirping to accompany the twinkling light show of their friends, the lightning bugs out in the yard.
In fairness, it was less of a least favorite season back when I was a kid since school was out and I had the whole day to do as I pleased.
Unfortunately, early 1986 found me stationed at Minot AFB in North Dakota and I acclimated quickly.
Convenient for the time, but having soon left that place and life behind, my body never bothered to reset.
My wife certainly enjoys my capacity to radiate heat in 🍁🧸☕ Cozy Season ☺️🥧🍂, but it makes my least favorite season even more unbearable without the use of constant AC and fans.
Here’s a sleep track for you to enjoy. If you’re urban-aligned, it will give you an idea of what you’ve been missing.
Night Time Summer Nature Sounds, Cricket Conversations For Sleeping 12 Hours
🎼 If Moonlight Could Be Heard 🌛
If moonlight could be heard, it would sound just like that. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, “The Old Manse,” in Mosses from an Old Manse
If you gave that sleep video above a try, I think you’d agree with Mr. Hawthorne.
I certainly do.
Nighttime in any season is quite evocative for me.
Whether accompanied by the insect orchestra in the current season or in the crisp silence of 🍂Autumn🍂 and ❄️ Winter ❄️, I tend to do my best work in the dark of night.
I don’t know why, but I’ve always been a bit of a hamster.
Yes, I know night owl is a more common term, but I’d say my brain races on a hamster wheel in the deepest hours rather than standing in hungry vigil issuing hoots.
That was another phase of life.
Being a night owl, hooting for dopamine hits on social media while I recovered from my critical burnout.
That was then. This is now.
Now, I have more stories erupting from my brain than I have time to type them all out.
Or energy, for that matter. Boy, it sucks being old.
Not too long ago, I could fully indulge my writer’s hamster wheel well into the night.
Recently, I’m living in a strange Morse Code of naps and waking states.
I’m sure it signifies something dreadful, like another pill to take, but for now I try to stage my waking phases to get stuff done.
Do I succeed?
Mixed results. What are you gonna do?
That’s all for today. See you back on Saturday for stone 🍑🍒 fruit…