I call BS, there's not enough room for this sort of detail, you'd get 'as described previously in [1-4, 9, 84, 86, 150-160, unpublished observations]' half of which are unaccessible journals, out of print book chapters, and abstracts in German
I only encountered once, but when it happened I had to realize how old science field may have been different. The exact detail I was looking for should be in [20] … but “[20] to be published” (presumably by the same author). I couldn’t find any papers by author’s name other than that but the author was so sure getting published.
My favorite is recursive bad citations in the method section. As in, citing a paper that cited a previous paper that itself cited a previous paper that cited an abstract with no detailed methodology whatsoever, leaving the true methods a mystery unless you get the senior author to reply to emails.
Nothing probably compares to the sheer plastic waste of a large commercial kitchen. Everything comes in plastic from Cisco. And you wrap everything in plastic and just toss it over and over again.
This happened to me 2 nights ago. I was fishing for catfish and it was 9pm. The sun went down at like 5. I’m in the woods with a bright headlamp on, and there is an old service road behind me that I’ve never seen anyone drive down before.
So, imagine my surprise when I see 2 headlights coming down the service road. When I realized it was coming towards me I cut off my headlamp. I don’t know if it’s like this everywhere, but in the south everyone I know was taught to always assume people in the woods are up to no good and to be avoided.
Anyway, the truck stops on the hill 30 meters above me. I grabbed my machete in preparation for whatever is about to happen and continue fishing in case they are lost or something. I can hear rap music blaring from the radio. So, I’m pretty sure not a game warden, and about that time I see a second truck coming down the road. It stops behind the first. They get out and talk for a few mins then leave in opposite directions.
I was incredibly relieved that nothing happened, but I also went ahead and packed up and left after that.
That was actually the second crazy thing that happened on that trip. The first happened earlier while it was still light out. I was at a spot where a long country straight away was up above where I was fishing.
I heard a car go by really fast. Then I heard the tires scrr short pause scrrr long pause then scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr BOOM!!! The boom was so hard and close I felt it in the ground. A few mins go by and a cop car goes by then a fire truck then another fire truck. After a few more mins an ambulance with siren on goes by. A few more minutes later I saw that same ambulance leaving without sirens and not in a hurry.
I began reading The Dunwich Horror last night and he makes mention of piping bullfrogs, and it sent me down this intense nostalgia trip over how well I know (and miss) that sound since leaving the Midwest. Who would have thought all those swampy BUNKS and GUNKS and BwwAaahhHhh-bwAaaAaahh-BwwAaaHhhh-BwwAaAaaaahhs would become such a cherished part of my past?
Gotta get me a plane ticket next Spring and go bullfrog hunting.
I do wonder how much waste is produced from medical equipment, scientific experiments and safety equipment.
Personally I feel it’s justified as opposed to like plastic packaging, dumping waste water and that whole thing but yeah would like to see a better breakdown of waste production
More than anyone wants to admit and it usually gets incinerated for safety reasons, depending on how good your regulations are. Labs have to contract services for this.
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