A small post about a small story:

Someone mailed three skulls to Brigham Young University. Professors determined they were human skulls from about 1200 AD. The Associated Press informs us:

That fits with the early suspicions of investigators that the skulls might be ancient artifacts.

One is tempted to make some wise crack about multiple layers of vocabulary study, but, out of compassion, I decline.

His Obamaness

I am reading "The Autobiography of William Allen White"  and find it  timely that the Sage of Emporia opens with a line from Ralph Waldo Emerson:

All that Shakespeare says of a King,  yonder slip of a boy that reads in a corner feels to be true of himself. 

The  Boy Barack strolls Hotel Street, dreaming of being a sailor, then a captain, an admiral, a commander of admirals until that ultimate day when a spray of Rembrandt light engulfs him and all the world chants his name. Adoringly.

Econ 101

If you cut economics class to play the pinball machine and still don't quite understand what all those  grouchy Austrian economists are talking about, the Random Patriot provides a near-perfect explanation. 

Horse WHAT?

This English guy walks under a conker tree.  A nut falls and conks his head.

Being English, he seeks the assistance of the Authorities. Being English Authorities, they leap into action.


The notice put on the tree in the Abbey Gardens in Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, reads: "Beware. Falling Conkers. Please proceed with care."


One resident -- a 77-year-old woman who presumably remembers Britain as a nation rather than a theme park -- ridiculed the Elected Few. The council huffed back that it was simply responding to the legitimate complaint of a concerned conked citizen. 


The final paragraph of  another report says of the village:"Tourism is also a major part of the economy, plus local government." 


No doubt.
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Conker? That's English for the perilous horse chestnut.


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