When we were Liberty fans, the team never managed a playoff run. Times have changed!
In other sports-related matters, we were watching the Jets (1-4 at that point), just 2 points behind the Eagles who were undefeated up til then. Jets won soon after we changed the channel.
Moral if there has to be one for this thread: we look away when “our team” hits a change in fortune.
Catchy music and novelty songs go hand in hand. The tune that starts off the comedy-detective series Monk is a case in point. Randy Newman (singer songwriter) is a funny man.
The Lawrence Welk rerun this evening featured The Music Man. This musical has its odd song when Prof Harold Hill cons the town with a capital P.
The show used lots of comedy songs in its choreography and programming. Arthur Duncan tapped loudly to “Milkman, Milkman keep those bottles quiet.” Larry Hooper was talented in TheAuctioneer, a song I love because I can’t keep up with its lyrics.
The most unusual number was about Mme Lazonga and her dance lessons. Bobby and Cissy danced to it along with Mary Lou Metzger, Jack Imel, Ken Delo, and Anacani in this episode.
It turns out that this ditty was from a movie of the same name, Six Lessons from Madame Lazonga (1941). Jimmy Dorsey recorded it.
Such originality is always welcome, but I think Bobby outdid himself on the choreography for this one.
The skull’s lower jaw has particularly confounded scientists because it combines features of Homo sapiens and another ancient human relative — the mysterious Denisovans. And like Denisovans, HLD 6 did not seem to have a true chin. The find has sparked questions about a pivotal point in the evolutionary history of early human relatives, or hominins, that began in the late Middle Pleistocene.
The human timeline has gotten so very much more complicated. As archaeologists uncover new finds, we are introduced to remote ancestors we never knew.
In my elementary school days, I had reason to believe that the evolution was simpler. I wasn’t paying much attention, of course, but history seemed within my grasp.
As I went on in my education, there seemed to be fewer links in the human chain than are being discovered.
There was always a mysterious “missing link” that I assumed scientists understood.
It’s not a complaint, but boy, is it puzzling. Who were great²⁰⁰⁰ grandma and grandpa? Wiil we ever really know them?
If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
In my youth, I knew a pair of artists whose work was informed by found objects.
They scoured the streets near their Lower East Side apartment for cloth and discarded spindles and leftover thread. Cardboard and milk cartons were turned into artwork.
Recycling the leavings of their industrial neighbors was an artful endeavor in and of itself.