Yeah, I should have struck part of the archaeological reference, just like George struck the part about the war being ahead of schedule, and stayed within my province, that should have read: “...long before Proto-Indoeuropean spread from somewhere around the Black Sea.”. Basically though the thought is that this was long before 1776 and before Mayer Amschel Bauer changed his name to Rothschild. I’ll just put it down to post haste.
I’ll have to consult my resident archaeologist before making further claims abut the land bridge...or just check google.ca. LOL. BTW, if ya ever get over to Pender Island, there’s an interesting site just where the canal goes between the two islands as any of the on-islanders can tell ya. There’s a fortification site there on the right side of the road headin’ south on the north end of the bridge, just in the bush as far as you can go without falling off the cliff. You can't miss the midden. I find it to be an amazing place to put yourself somewhat into the spirit of past folks. The neck of land heading toward it still has the indentations from the rows of fox holes where layers of protectors could hold off intruders and the cliffs are next to unclimbable with any sort of hindrance from above...it’s one of my favourite places on earth.
It’s also right about where I met my wife for the first time back when she was a grad student specializing in human remains and I was a suicidal musician. I still don’t know yet how that ever worked out.
Later, we’d take our little guy there when he was just learning to talk. Among his earliest words were “pseudofact” and “artifact”. He’d show something to his mom and ask in a tiny voice “pseudofat o ottofat” on hearing pseudofact, he’d violently toss it away and walk away shaking his head, gleaning the ground and muttering “pseudofat, pseudofat”. He made a few not-in-situ finds too.
His early teacher arranged to meet us right after his first show-and-tell where he insisted on taking in human bones. She seemed to think she'd encountered the Addams Family or something.
I found a sea mammal bone button there that is about 6,000 years old. It gives ya a special connection to the practical craftsman who made it about 4,000 years before Jesus picked up his first mallet.
So, those chihuahuas were an edible pet were they? It must have taken a considerable amount of committed breeding to get them just right...so they wouldn’t fall off the stick etc. You can see why they’d want to start an early prep by removing the hair, less smelly that way. “Honey, I’m home, mmmm is that Pedro I smell?”.
I’m taking the weekend off starting about now to not think of politics, or the market, they’re starting to wear a little thin around the big house anyway. I’m not going to think about how Celucci’s speech came “straight from the whitehouse”, or how the threat of being a victim of politically correct censure made Laurier Lapierre cry...or nothin’ like that. Instead I’m going to amuse my neighbours by starting to lay out the front lawn for a garden and plant the Canadian flag over it. That may create some discussion.
Happy Trails,
Lenny |
