Shortly after I moved back to Portland from Glasgow, I heard a convincing argument for the merits of the Pterodactyl. Dinosaurs and other ancient reptiles all have their thing – spikey tails, clubby tails, tall necks, bitey teeth, etc. Pterodactyls and other Pterosaurs, by those measures, kinda suck (well, besides Quetzalcoatlus). But they flew. They saw things from a broader perspective, with an enormous range.
Since then, the Pterodactyl became my personal mascot of critical thinking – of finding the meta perspective. It’s been a weird year, and I appreciate all of you Pterodactyls and your Pterodactyling more than ever. Vive le Pterodactyl.