"Human language is in some ways similar to, but in other ways vastly different from, other kinds of animal communication. We simply have no idea about its evolutionary history, though many people have speculated about its possible origins. There is, for instance, the 'bow-bow' theory, that language started from attempts to imitate animal sounds. Or the 'ding-dong' theory, that it arose from natural sound-producing responses. Or the 'pooh-pooh' theory, that it began with violent outcries and exclamations . . . We have no way of knowing whether the kinds of men represented by the earliest fossils could talk or not . . . Language does not leave fossils, at least not until it has become written ..." —Man in Nature, by Marston Bates
"But no animal up a tree can initiate a culture." —"The Simian Basis of Human Mechanics," in Twilight of Man, by Earnest Albert Hooton
Expressing a human need, I always wanted to write a post that ended with the word Mayonnaise.
A long time friend passed away yesterday, unexpectedly. He was in sort of poor health the last few years. Bell’s Palsy, was on the list for a liver transplant. He passed from an esophageal varice that burst.
I live in a small town. Small enough that many of my preschool classmates were still in highschool with me 12 years later. My friend Steve was 5 years older than me so i didn’t go to high school with him, but i had classes with his two younger brothers. I was in boyscouts with his youngest brother. Steve is the one who ‘invested in me’ when i was lost and couldnt find my way. Better or worse, he is partly responsible for me becoming who i am today. He was my journeyman when i was coming up. He left service plumbing to become the lead plumbing/mechanical inspector for the local area. He always had time for me, no matter how busy he was. Personal, or work related he always answered when i rang. He would come by jobsites that he knew i was working juat to shoot the shit for a few
Singapore Airlines is getting the gas face from a couple of pissed passengers who say a 4-legged traveler's flatulence blew them out ... all the way from Paris to Singapore.
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the pooch bombed on them for the whole flight ... farting so badly, they eventually surrendered their premium seats, and moved back to economy.