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After doing a “regular” blog post the other day for the first time in weeks (which as I mentioned in my last Emmett update, felt pretty wonderful to work on; any sense of normal routine feels like a great gift right now), I wanted to check in for a personal update yet again. It’s going to be a while before things are back to where they were here at Bubby and Bean, especially now that Robbie is returning to work and I’ll be mostly tending to Emmett’s care/treatment/appointments on my own, but I do plan on slowly getting semi back on track with slightly more regular posts this month. While it’s not possible to make a lot of advance work commitments right now with how unstable Emmett’s situation remains, I’m going to do my best to keep this space active. Some of our contributors will be writing, I have a small handful of brand partnerships happening, and I’ll be posting some personal updates too. As I said in my last update, this is not a personal blog and I normally keep the majority of my family’s private life off this space – but my family is everything right now, and there’s no avoiding some overflow.
I’m mainly checking in today though because I wanted to say thank you. I know I keep talking about how grateful I am for all of you, here and on social media and on my personal Facebook page and in emails and texts and phone calls, but for real, I am so, so grateful. When you are faced with a major life crisis, it’s truly mind blowing to realize how incredible human beings can be. I’ve always known my readers and followers were awesome. I’ve always known my friends and family were awesome. But to read all of your messages and comments and kind words is just wild you guys, in the best of ways. Robbie and I felt very alone in the initial moments of hearing Emmett’s diagnosis, because it’s such a rare disease with such a horrible prognosis for most, but within hours we began to feel the collective embrace of loved ones, and that has just continued to grow over the last few weeks as we’ve shared what’s going on beyond just our inner circle of friends and family. Friends and business associates have sent cards and flowers and food. People have sent healing oils and trinkets to help supplement Emmett’s treatment. Yesterday three of our best friends got together and set up a YouCaring campaign to help with medical expenses. Essley and Emmett have received toys and clothes from friends and family and coworkers. And most importantly, so, so many of you have sent us kind thoughts, good vibes, prayers, and positive energy. There’s a weird sense of insecurity when you’re sharing something like your child’s illness on a public forum, and I avoided it for days. But now I’m so glad I shared because, as I’ve said probably an annoying amount of times now, I truly believe that positive collective energy works. And I believe it has worked you guys. I just know it has. For those who didn’t see the update I added to the last post or on my Instagram, Emmett’s 48 hours EEG showed no abnormal brainwaves and no seizures (meaning that, for now, the medication is working). And at his developmental therapy assessment on Wednesday, we were given a very promising status as well. We have a long, uncertain road ahead of us, but we couldn’t be more grateful for how things are going as of now. Or for how wonderful all of you have been to our family.
Okay, that’s it for now. I hope those of you here in the states have a great three day weekend. I’ll be back at some point next week (and you can always find me over on Instagram in the meantime). Oh, and I picked that sweet and sleepy picture of Emmett to share because I love the shirt he’s wearing (a gift from some dear friends) – it says, “I will always be brave. I will always stay strong.”
And one more time, just because – THANK YOU.
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Last night I got to rock out at the last North American stop of the Guns n Roses “Not in This Lifetime” tour. In a moment that made me realize just how old I’ve gotten, I realized the last time they played San Diego- in 1992- I was also there. I was in high school, high on life (and probably a few other things unintentionally, as tended to happen at those arena shows), idealistic about the future. Guns n Roses was the biggest name in rock at the time, at the height of their fame and the zenith of their success.
Things fell apart for them shortly thereafter.
Axl Rose spent the next two decades litigating with his former bandmates, holed up in a mansion somewhere getting plastic surgery and churning out less than awesome music. While his star faded, the rest of us went on with our lives, going to school and having careers and starting families. You know, growing up. Such is life.
I had low expectations for the show, to be honest. The band fell apart due to Axl’s temperamental nature and the shows often started three hours late and ended after one or two songs. When he was on, he was ON, and the rest of the time he was a disaster. He was the rock god equivalent of the vet who burns out in a flame of glory and leaves veterinary medicine forever to hole up on a lake somewhere to nurse their wounds in solitude. (Not that I know what that urge feels like, of course.)
I was not the only one who gave this reunion short shrift. The first time he walked out on stage at a warmup show, he broke his foot and everyone said, “Oh, here we go. This is going to be a disaster.” There’s a reason Spinal Tap was a cautionary tale, they said. Once you leave something great, you’re done. You can never go back. This is no longer going to happen:
The murmurings were nonstop: Axl’s had a ton of plastic surgery. He looks old (hint: he is, as are we all.) His voice isn’t the same. He can’t move his hips the way he did when he was 20. The band still all hates each other.
All of this is true.
But they went out there anyway, and played a monster three hour set despite the creaky joints and the lower octaves. They came out on time and nailed everything. It was like being back in 1992 except even better because I can legally drink! When’s the last time you sat in a packed stadium arena listening to a power ballad with fireworks onstage and a 10 minute guitar solo? It was before cell phones for sure. And it was awesome. Yes, things changed, but a lot of those changes were for the better.
There’s actually something super metal about getting old and refusing to let people stop you from all the stuff you’ve been told you can’t do any longer. About getting up in front of a PACKED stadium with your face looking exactly like what everyone said it would look like and singing about your serpentine with your hips moving exactly two inches in either direction and waiting for the cameras to zoom in on your before flipping everyone the bird- and hearing them all cheer. That takes some brass ones, my friends.
In 2012, a reporter asked him if Guns n Roses would ever get back together and he replied, “Not in this lifetime.”And yet here we are, a little older, a little wrinklier, a little wiser, and clutching our Zippo apps that won’t burn your fingers in lieu of the actual lighters.
You can change your mind. You can go back. You can embrace what time has changed and laugh about it and refuse to apologize for it and kind of love it. It’s the only way to live, really.
I never in a million years would have thought Axl Rose would be doling out inspirational life messages at 54 years of age but I guess I was wrong too. It’s never to late to burn down the house.
One of the great enigmas in the world of canid zoology is the case of Hagenbeck’s wolf.
Hagenbeck’s wolf is a proposed species based upon one pelt.
The pelt came from an animal dealer in Argentina, who sold it to Lorenz Hagenbeck in 1926. Hagenbeck claimed there were four such skins, but he purchased only one. The dealer claimed they came from a wild dog that lived in Andes.
It was sent to Germany and wound up in the museums of Munich. In 1940, a zoologist named Ingo Krumbiegel examined the pelt. The pelt’s color was black and fur was much longer than other canids from the region. He assumed that it belonged to a undescribed montane species of maned wolf.
Krumbiegel ignored the pelt until 1947, when it began looking at again. In that year, he learned from Lorenz Hagenbeck that there were three other pelts just like it. That got Krumbiegel thinking. He had received from the Andes. He had thought the skull belonged to a maned wolf, but it was much larger than any maned wolf he’d ever examined or read about.
He thought that maybe this skull came from the same species as the one with the black pelt. It measured over 30 centimeters in length, while the typical maned wolf skull is only 25 inches in length
Krumbiegel began to reconstruct the animal from the skin. The “mane” on the neck of the pelt was 8 inches long. He noticed the legs were a lot shorter than the typical maned wolf, which is creature of open woodland and grassland habitats and uses its long legs to help it see, hear, and smell over the tall grass. He drew sketches of what he imagined this montane maned wolf looked like.
Krumbiegel thought the animal was unique enough that it deserved its own genus. He initially gave it the name Oreocyon hagenbecki or “Hagenbeck’s mountain dog,” but on learning that Oreocyon had been used before, he changed it to Dasycyon hagenbecki–“Hagenbeck’s thick (furred) dog.”
That proposed name has been the one that has been floating around cryptozoology circles ever since. Bernard Heuvelmans, the dean of cryptozoologists, thought that if Hagenbeck’s wolf really was that similar to the maned wolf, then it might be more properly classified as part of Chrysocyon.
The big maned wolf skull was lost during the war, so Krumbiegel was unable to make additional measurements of it.
In 2000, there was an attempt to do a DNA test on the pelt, but the researchers were unable to get uncontaminated DNA from it. The pelt had been chemically treated, making recovery of DNA from it quite difficult.
The most likely explanation is that this pelt belonged to a domestic dog. Perhaps there was a population of domestic dogs that went feral in the Andes. They were prick-eared and black-coated, and they were thought of as “wild dogs.”
But they were actually feral.
It has been suggested that the large skull that Krumbiegel examined belonged to a German shepherd and that he extrapolated all of this analysis off a skull belonging to a domestic dog.
I’m a bit skeptical of that suggestion. Krumbiegel lived in Nazi Germany, where German shepherds were celebrated dogs and heavily studied. He surely would have known the difference between a German shepherd or wolf skull and that belonging to a South American wild dog.
No one has tried to extract DNA from the anomalous pelt since 2000. It’s generally been ignored. We do have better techniques for DNA extraction now, so maybe it is worth another go.
Maybe this animal really is a montane maned wolf or some other undescribed canid. Maned wolves do rarely come in black on occasion, and this could be suggestive of a relationship.
Perhaps it was a descendant of the improperly classified Canis gezi. Maybe it was a closer relative of the extinct Falkland Islands wolf than the maned wolf, which is currently listed as its closest relative.
The truth is we really don’t know, but if we were to find out that it was something that spectacular, the question ultimately would be whether this animal still exists.
Maybe it was among the last of its species.
Or maybe it was just a feral dog.
That’s the enigma.
And in the grand scheme of things, it’s not that much of a priority.
But wouldn’t you like to know?