I have several takeaways from our road trip to Southern Illinois. There are some excellent discussions from Pepe, Michael Hudson, The Duran and others. Plus a few pictures all below the fold.
Afternoon folks!
This week there are two solid blues albums one from harmonica player and singer Little Junior Parker and one from Koko Taylor, there's a great zydeco album from Buckwheat Zydeco and in the blues-rock category is an album from the Butterfield Blues Band. For some diversity this week there's a bluegrass album from Jimmy Martin and a great rock and roll album from The Beat Farmers.
Enjoy and have a great weekend!
Don't know about your week, but mine was filled with work, and more work. I endured a couple of "exhausted evenings". This weekend is a very welcome respite.
I didn't do any shopping or casual search for prices of staples, other than gas, which did not increase, and milk, which did not increase. Nonetheless, inflation is reported to be steadily on the rise. Tough times ahead, be as prepared for it as possible.
Johnny was a young lad whose mind was stuck on puppies, fishing, baseball and teasing Jane, his little sister who lived to torment him. If Johnny didn't play the games she wanted to play she would make fun of him and ban him from her playhouse, pointing a wagging finger of superiority and haughty otherness. Johnny hated Jane and she hated him. They didn't see eye to eye on anything and Johnny had long ago decided that Jane was only good for harassing and teasing. Both gave no quarter to the other.
The freedom of the summertime filled Johnny's life with adventure, from sun up to sun down, with nary a thought of the wide world around him. School was a distant memory and he was going to make the best of it while the days were still long. The warm pie on the windowsill, kicking the tin can down the road and pulling Jane's pigtails were the things of a small boy's wonderment. But, the one thing, at the top of the list, that was even better than a birthday cake, even better than the Saturday matinee at the theater, and yes, even better than hitting that home run over the fence into the neighbor's window.
The circus was coming to town!
Domesticated Foxes!
A couple days ago an article appeared on the BBC website about archaeological finds from South America which showed an extinct species of fox buried with human remains. Cool! But the article was very misleading, in that it seems to imply that foxes were domesticated before dogs. Here's the lead: 'Our ancestors may have kept foxes as pets long before domestic dogs came on the scene.'
Another article in the Daily Mail implies the same thing, that early man's 'best friend was the fox'. The problem is neither article states, at least in the headline, where 'early' man, or 'our ancestors' were from and how old 'early' is. The burial is from 1500 years ago. Dogs were domesticated tens of thousands, if not more, years before that. Of course, in that region of South America (Patagonia), foxes seem to have been domesticated before the arrival (to that area) of domesticated dogs, but, neither article says that.
An image of the extinct fox, from the New York Times.
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