Living in the Great Land is always an adventure, and one we’re enjoying a great deal – but there are times when caution is in order, and we ran across one of those on the weekend past, when a neighbor dropped by to to inform us that they had seen a black bear hanging around.
Blacks are mostly pretty timid, but this was an adult, and it’s not impossible that it had cubs nearby, although none were seen. So we’ve been a little cautious walking between the house and the office, greenhouse and garage. For a couple of days I carried an old pump shotgun stuffed with 00 buck loads back and forth, but it’s been a few days now with no sightings, so it’s safe to assume that the blackie moved on.
I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t see it myself, although blacks are pretty common around here and we see them regularly – just not usually in the area around the house.
On To the Links!
Here’s something you don’t see every day: Gene-edited angry hamsters.
Trash your boss in public, get fired. You didn’t see that coming?
This Week’s Idiots:
The Nation’s Louis Seidman is an idiot.
This Week’s Cultural Edification:
1973. Yr. obdt. was twelve years old, Richard Nixon was in the White House, gasoline was thirty-nine cents a gallon, and Maria Muldaur released her album Midnight At The Oasis. In those long ago days before auto-tune, a young lady had to have some actual talent and a good singing voice to make it in music – and Maria Muldaur had both. And that style – the hip-hugger bellbottom jeans, the bare midriff, the flowing-sleeves blouse – tell me that isn’t sexy.
I remember girls wearing stuff like that, and I still like that look. Not to mention that great Seventies hair, which I really appreciate, since Mrs. Animal wears her hair to this day almost identical to this.
Here, from a live performance of unknown origin, is Maria doing the title tune from that album, Midnight At The Oasis. (Quibble: Cactus are only found in the New World. What the hell, it’s still a neat tune.) Enjoy.