6608 Whale art, "Sasquatch and the Bologna Caper", gmail

Dear Journal, remind me to put a better disclaimer on potentially off-putting news items. Apparently the last toe-fry tale squicked a good half-dozen people. Sorry!

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I just found out that The B-52s were at Calder race track on Sunday! Aww.. I'd have enjoyed seeing them. I wonder if they have a new album out?

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Hooked up with a gmail account yesterday...I'll be interested in seeing how long it stays spam-free. A gig of storage is nice... (work's config for all users there is only 300 meg for the whole squad) makes file-tranning CD ISOs possible, if nothing else. My first test was a nice fat file of the Monkey vs Robot. (This won't be my primary email, but it's a nice backup. What's next? Google-IM?

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Rock art hints at whaling origins

Capture of a whale, showing a boat carrying whalers (left of the whale) and a float (on the right)

Stone Age people may have started hunting whales as early as 6,000 BC, new evidence from South Korea suggests. ( Read more... )

I can't help but wonder if it was a historical thing, or if they were just telling sotries of hunting the great beasts. Somehow, going out in a rowboat and trying to kill something as big as a whale seems totally crazy...not something any rational person would do. (Of course if you've got a hungry village, you'll do a lot of crazy things.)

6609 - last night's dream - via notebook. (bad grammar, half asleep)

Dream fragment-

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Brother was living with me at the old house in Boynton, and was having an athsma attack... he told me that he had to go to the emergency room, and that his friend (Patrick) had left rather than be put out by taking bro to the ER. I sat bro in front of the computer, which had an american lung association logo on it... he was bathed in a soft pink light until his symptoms stopped. Bro was fairly thankless, and just got up and took off - I told him to be sure and close the door, so that Newt wouldn't get out. Of course, he didn't, and Newt got outside.. but fortunately he was just sunbathing on the front lawn, and wasn't creamed by a car or anything. Bro returned home and I bawled him out for being irresponsible, and he was very uncarnig about it..."hey, you know me, I can't be relied on"... so I told him that if I couldn't depend on him to close the door when he leaves, then he'd best find another place to live, becaus eI wasn't going to put myself, loved ones and valuables at risk just because he's a jerk. When the mailman came, I filled out a form, and had bro reassigned to a new address in cocoa beach... at 4pm the post office truck came by, picked him and all his stuff up, and unpacked him at his new address... bro didn't seem to mind, the surfing was good, and we talked on the phone.