Monkey see. Literally.

I know it's been a while since I've updated this blog, but this was worth coming out of hibernation.

Poodle kisses monkey

They're Frenching. But in a totally platonic, non-icky way.

Via Cute Overload.

Why yes, that is a pretty good monkey

"I didn't evolve from you..."

I stumbled upon this clip while searching for old Victoria Jackson skits. Jan Hooks+monkey=awesome.

It's true.

Monkeys are gross. But so are humans.

"Y'all took the wrong evolutionary branch for real."

Tell 'em, little monkey. Tell 'em.

Monkey money and Ferlinghetti apologies

I just discovered Damn You Auto Correct and have been laughing so hard I am in pain.

Two piece bathing suits and wicker furniture sets of confusion

There are so many questions to ask about this photo. The only thing I am certain about is the presence of a flying monkey.

Via Awkward Family Pet Photos.

"Tie Shopping" by Married to the Sea

Who says a monkey tie isn't appropriate attire?

Fight monkeys with monkeys

India unleashes langur patrol in New Deli to protect Obama from "maurading" rhesus monkeys.


Hey, if it's good enough for Stephen Colbert, it's good enough for Obama.

Oh, and speaking of langur monkeys... I know. That is just so much aww. So much it hurts.

Via The Awl.

Poetry and monkey convergence: Harry Harlow edition

I just finished Wire Mothers: Harry Harlow and the Science of Love, a comic book about that scientist who did the wire mother experiments on monkeys. The book is okay, though if you're already familar with the experiments and their results there's not much new here. Harlow's experiments helped put "love" into science, though ultimately were bad for the monkeys he used. Still, his results were in stark contrast to the prevailing belief at the time that children who were given too much affection would be messed up and that mothers who kissed their babies on the lips were perverts.

Harlow also wrote poems, some of which appear in his 1958 paper "The Nature of Love." Like this one:

The Elephant
Though mother may be short on arms,
Her skin is full of warmth and charms.
And mother's touch on baby's skin
Endears the heart that beats within.

For an interesting account of Harlow and his research, go here.

Hey pig, there's a monkey on your back

I do not pretend to understand this video. I do know that the monkey gets awfully pissed when he's knocked off the pig's back. And that those fences are a tight squeeze.

Via Videogum.

Monkey immorality

Evolutionary biologist Marc Hauser busted for monkeying around with research.

Wild crochet kingdom. And by "wild" I mean insane

Patricia Waller is officially my favorite crochet artist ever. Granted, I don't know any others to compare her to, but there is really no need. She has a couple of monkey sculptures, and they're cute, but they're nothing compared to Miss Piggy in a meat grinder or intricately detailed prosthetic limbs or her conjoined twin bears.




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More monkey crap

Don't you just want to wuv it and wuv it an wuv it?

Monkey crap

From Crap At My Parents House, one of my new favorite websites:

"Ah Yes! The coconut with the monkey face of death..."

Monkeys are #1

Monkeys top the list of Time's July 19 Top 10 Militant Animals list. For whatever reason humans are not on the included.

Monkey guns for hire

Taliban fighter monkeys? Is this real life?



Don't they know that by giving monkeys guns they're only hastening the monkey world take over?

Via Buzzfeed.

Fluffy specimens

There is, no doubt, a monkey to be found somewhere on this shelf.

Monkey and Poetry Convergence: Joe Henry edition

In his new book Rock and Roll Will Save Your Life: A Book by and for the Fanatics Among Us, Steve Almond mentally connects Joe Henry, whose 1999 album Fuse not only opens with a song titled "Monkey" but also features a photo of Henry with a literal monkey on his back, to the Iliad to Faulkner, which may just be a first. This results in the epiphany that,"The connection in my head being that all language began in song and that the best stories inevitably return to song, to a state of rapture. For years, I had assumed that throwing beautiful words at the page would make my prose feel true. But I had the process exactly backward. It was truth that lifted the language into beauty and toward song."

As they say in French, c'est possible.

Almond, a huge Joe Henry fan, then writes about the time Henry sent him a poem to read and asked for feedback. Almond thought, "Holy shit, Joe Henry just sent me something to read."

The poem, writes Almond, started out good. But then "the poem's pathos sputtered into rage. There was a lot about how stupid Americans are. Red Bull was cited, as were the ravages of global warming. I was reminded (unpleasantly) of my own writing. And thus my next thought: I'm going to have to tell Joe Henry that his poem kind of sucks."

Thankfully he didn't have to. Henry turned the poem into song lyrics, the resulting song, according to Almond, capturing "the dream of America as a holy wilderness whose decline is properly understood as a cause for lamentation, not sermons."

You can listen to a demo of Joe Henry's "Our Song" as part of Almond's "Bitchin' Soundtrack" to his new book. It's a really good way to spend 5 minutes and 46 seconds of your life.