Corey Arnold

Graveyard Point

Deep in Southwest Alaska, surrounded by mosquito and grizzly bear infested tundra, lies an abandoned salmon cannery known locally as Graveyard Point. The cannery sits at the mouth of the Kvichak River, one of the five rivers that empty into Bristol Bay, home to North America’s last great sockeye salmon run. During the months of June and July, about 130 commercial fishermen from around the country converge there to set up seasonal fishing residences in broken down dormitories and dilapidated shacks that have sat empty for decades. Old coffins from the point erode into the sea and the bones of unnamed fisherman collect at the tides edge. Dogs roam the beach chasing bears and four wheelers. The fishing work happens at a furious pace when tens of millions of sockeye salmon arrive within the same couple weeks every year on a mission to spawn. Men and woman work 20 hours a day pulling nets by hand from small open skiffs. In the end, great fortunes can be earned or lost, depending on the fisherman’s skill or luck and the avoidance of injury. I found my first work as a commercial fisherman near here in 1995. Today, I operate a set gillnet skiff and make my living picking fish at Graveyard Point. The photographs are a visual journal of my experience living here. Graveyard is a very unique and special community of characters who’s future is threatened by the upstream discovery of a massive copper and gold deposit. The Pebble Mine and its toxic tailings, if built, could eventually decimate the wild salmon population forever.

Reblogging to bring awareness to the salmon run.









You know you’ve been working too long in the lab when….

Which one(s) are you guilty of?

#54… oh yeah! I love the stuff

#15 – I think this to myself whenever I use a timer

Really quite attached to the smell of agar after working in a c. elegans lab for almost two years

You know you’re a college student (or a recovering one!) when agar smells like dinner (chicken flavored ramen).

I was definitely in the lab late one night and apparently getting hungry when I smelled something and I was like, “that smells good, who is cooking food?” And I looked over to see my labmate pouring plates. Whoops. 

I must admit I get kind of excited when a buffer or solution needs to be pHed with glacial acetic acid. One of my fave scents.


Merit-Ptah circa 2700 BCE

Art by J Bea Young (twitter, tumblr)

Merit-Ptah is the first woman known by name in the history of science.  Little is known of her life, but according to the tomb her son created for her in Egypt, Merit-Ptah was “the chief physician.”

A handful of physicians are known by name from this early period and there is some debate over the exact timeline.  Merit-Ptah’s life likely overlapped with that Imhotep, the man most often considered the first named physician in history.  Another male physician, Hesy-Ra, is believed to have lived at around the same time as Merit-Ptah and Imhotep.  Peseshet is sometimes named as the first female physician, but she is likely at least a generation younger than Merit-Ptah, Imhotep, and Hesy-Ra. 

Peseshet was referred to as the “lady overseer of the female physicians” during the Fourth Dynasty of ancient Egypt.  This shows there were a number of female medical professionals working in Egypt 4,600 years ago.  Peseshet is believed to have been involved in gynecological and obstetrical training at the ancient Egyptian medical school at Sais.  An inscription at Sais gives insight to the training of early medical practitioners: “I have come from the medical school at Heliopolis, and have studied at the woman’s school at Sais where the divine mothers have taught me how to cure disease.”


Cult film director John Waters decided to hitchhike across the country and then write a book about it. That book is called Carsick, and he joins Fresh Air to share some of his stories. In the interview he and Terry talk about what makes a good [and bad] hitchhiking sign, creepy highway motels, and the etiquette of turning down rides:

“In real life when you’re out there, as I said — I would’ve gotten in [with] Ted Bundy in his Volkswagen with his arm in his sling, in the front seat. You’ll get in any car, believe me. All your rules, all your things that you imagine, go out the window when you’ve been standing there for 10 years and those Kansas winds are ripping your weather-beaten face.

It is the worst beauty regimen ever to hitchhike. I would go in the motels at night and look in the mirror. And I have in my office a little mirror, a hand mirror that I got from a joke shop where you pick it up and look at yourself and it screams. Well, that’s what every mirror did when I hitchhiked across America. It let out a shriek of horror when they saw [my] hitchhiking face — a new thing that I want to invent a product for.” 

Photo by Sauta Marsh 


Celebrate National Doughnut Day Liz Lemon-style. 

(PS. Here’s our interview with Tina Fey)