October 10, 2005

Nothro y nosotros

I spoke in this post of some exciting giant-ground-sloth-related news upcoming on Creek Running North, and, well, it’s exciting to me, anyway. My pal Carl Dennis Buell — who comments here as “OGeorge” — very thoughtfully crafted a painting of Nothrotheriops shastense, the Shasta giant ground sloth, enjoying a fine day in the Mojave desert sometime a bit more than 12,000 years ago with a couple of friends.

Nothro y nosotros I’m quite pleased with the result. I wish I could go there for real. 12,000 years ago, the Mojave was a land of lakes with fringing foliage and wildlife, and junipers and Joshua trees growing in woodlands on the valley floors. There were probably trout in the Mojave River.

Carl has been working on launching a blog for the last few months, though his busy life has gotten in the way somewhat. He tells me he’s pretty close to launching it, and when he does you’ll be able to see more of his artwork there. He’s been published in some rather prestigious places in his career, and in Earth Island Journal too, but I think a blog is long overdue for him. I’ll take the liberty of quoting a sentence from his email to me tonight:

Maybe if you put it up and people kick my butt enough about it, I’ll actually start blogging.

That sounds like a thrown gauntlet to me, folks. See the “comments” link just below? Kick Carl’s butt.

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way cool to see Zekey immortalized in artwork — but somehow I doubt he would ever willingly get that close to a giant ground sloth. Or a giant anything else, for that matter.

I’m putting on my steel-toed boots right now.

So that's what Chris Clarke looks like—man, he really needs to trim his nails.

That's one of many paintings done by Carl Dennis Buell, illustrator of the ancient world extraordinaire. Carl has been promising us a website for some time,…

O YES

MORE PLEASE

MORE

Carl: what’s your medium? I love this. And I’d love to see more of it.

C’mon Carl crank it up. I’m sure a lot of us will link the dogshit out of it ;-)

Actually for Carl’s benefit I should rephrase that slightly: We’ll link the coprolites out of it.

It’s wonderful.  Yes, get blogging already!

Oh, yeah, that’s great!  hee hee

And am I mistaken, or did he even immortalize The Boots?

I’d love to see more of Carl’s work. Please start blogging. Show us more!

My fantasy painting: I’m sitting around a campfire with neanderthals and cro magnons. They’re laughing and telling me that of course they’re related. Jeez, what’s with you people?

Kick!  :)

Nice touch on the green fur of the sloth.

And Carl Buell, you better get it started up!

No, Sara, those are my admittedly very nice hiking boots.

And just between you and me, I think it was just a little insensitive of PZ to make that comment about his steel-toed boots. You know that scene in Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, right after he gets his bike stolen, where he’s sitting in the plaza and everyone there has a cool bike except Pee-Wee? That’s how that comment made me feel.

Snif.

I would be thrilled if Carl launched a blog.  Not only do I love his work, but I think he has a lot to say, too.  Go for it, O’George.  I can’t wait.

Get thee blogging, Carl!

You know that scene in Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, right after he gets his bike stolen, where he’s sitting in the plaza and everyone there has a cool bike except Pee-Wee? That’s how that comment made me feel.

But you’ve got a sloth.  A giant sloth.  Nobody else can say that.  Zeke has apparently grown accostumed to him.  What do you suppose he’s looking so intently?  What is it that is more worthy of constant barking and general freaking out than a giant sloth?

Becky’s just outside the left margin of the painting, and she’s eating a baloney sandwich.

Wow! Fabulous artwork!

How can I be insensitive? You’re immortalized in a cool Buell painting, and are bragging about it here...and I‘m the insensitive one?

Besides, if it makes you feel better, my boots aren’t very comfortable. I should give them to one of my kids to break them in for me.

OK, OK, you guys are right. I’ve got a painting, and a sloth, and an email from Carl saying that he’s gonna hurry up and start his blog, so life is pretty good.

But bootlessness still sucks.

excellent sloth!

Ooooo! Can I have a copy?  I LOVE it!

you could sell limited edition prints to your family members.

“you could sell limited edition prints to your family members.”

which, for certain definitions of family, could pay for the Creek *and* Brenda’s subscription to moonlink for some time to come.

Not counting dogs, Carl Buell is my first and best friend. I see him almost every day. Any of you who want to be sure that someone actually DOES kick his tail about getting his blog started, send me your name and a deposit, and I’ll start scheduling you in on the lengthy tail-kicking queue.

Seriously, I’ve known this guy for 10 or 12 years now. I’ve been saying since the first week I knew him that he’s a WORLD CLASS wildlife, paleontological and natural history illustrator.

Ten years or so later, he still surprises me ... not only with the amazing stuff he paints, but with the detailed paleontological and anatomical knowledge that he possesses and puts into them. If he’s painting a raven, he knows exactly how many feathers there are on a raven’s wing; if it’s an extinct ancestral whale, he knows the exact shape of that species’ teeth.

I once watched him do a totally unrehearsed talk on winter wildlife tracking and he spoke and drew track patterns on a blackboard for close to two hours, to a riveted audience. It was just so amazing ... like taking the first close look at the medium-sized hill in your back yard, and finding out it’s not a medium-sized hill at all, but a powerful volcano.

By all rights, Carl Dennis Buell should be a world-famous Ph.D., flitting around the world to paleontological conferences and such.

The blog is the least of it. But I’ll do all I can to “encourage” him to get it done and online soon. For ALL of his fans.

Somehow I’ve always had the idea that sloths probably don’t smell very good.

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