It turns out, 20 years later, that eggs aren’t bad for you after all—or bacon either if it isn’t highly processed, but that kind of bacon is hard to come by. It isn’t often you see this many people in an A&J strip! Maybe that will make a good theme for us here this week: other people in Arlo & Janis. To be honest, I’ll have to think about that one.
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I missed yesterday as I was off at several medical offices getting CT scanned and breathing tested (yeah, still breathing!) and then visiting with the pulmonary doc. He’s a nice guy as well as a very good doctor, so I don’t mind our visits too much.
Happy Belated Birthday, Mindy!! Hope your day was lovely!
As to the hair, no, I’m not going for the full-head polychrome look. I don’t have the patience for that. One streak will suit me, if I can just decide on a color.
Jackie, the odd part about my hair right from the start is that I have read articles by geneticists that a man with black hair and a woman with red hair WILL NOT have babies with red hair, but my black-haired father and red-haired mother did it twice. My sister also has red hair. And, until my hair went white it was two toned by nature. The under hair on the back of my head was ash blonde, not the same auburn as the rest. It made for interesting up-dos.
Oh, and Mindy, this is where the rest of us go:
http://www.marietta.com/attractions/the-big-chicken
EMP:
My running is very minimal and tomorrow will be more like a shuffle/walk. I walk 3.5 miles 5 days a week and do very little running as that pounding and shock to the hips is not a good thing. . My personal physician approved of my plan to walk a marathon last month as the benefits of moving verses not moving are much greater. Being an experienced and very cautious runner he told me that I would probably not do anything stupid. I would like to believe that he is right. I have met guys that continue to run after a hip replacement and silently wonder when the replacement of the replacement will be.
To be honest, if I don’t feel right tomorrow, I’ll stop and watch my son and daughter finish along with my 3 month old Grandson.
My 3 month old will be watching!! Not running…Yet
Dang, Steve, I was just about to post a zinger about your 3-month-old grandson running in the race. 🙂
Meet the thirty-eight-year-old Lady Mindy. Same as the thirty-seven-year-old Lady Mindy. Happy Birthday, child. 🙂
Jean dear, here’s a thought…do a streak that’s the same as your original auburn color.
I seem to recall reading in an article a decade or so ago that some geneticists predicted that in the not too distant future no more redheads will be born since the recessive gene that produces red hair would “die out”. I believe that theory has been discredited, but I understand the same prediction is being made again, this time being blamed on, wait for it, wait for it, global climate change.
Whether a gene [an allele] is recessive or dominant, by itself, has nothing to do with whether it ‘dies out.’ How well it works at producing healthy, REPRODUCING offspring in a particular environment is what counts. E.g., among the ABO [Landsteiner] blood group genes [Ia, Ib, and i], i is recessive to both Ia and Ib, but is the most common among Caucasians, and therefore, O [ii] is our most common blood type, and most type A and type B people are Ia-i and Ib-i. [The allele i confers some resistance to smallpox, maybe only in the double dose, ii, type O.]
Both wife and I were ii, and all of our kids are ii. At a site on another chromosome sit the alleles for either Rh+ [R] or Rh- [r]. I am Rh+ [R?] and wife was Rh- [rr]. So I said [in lecture] I married her to find out if I was RR or Rr. Our elder son is Rh- [rr]. He got one r from her and the other from me, so I must be Rr. I’m doing this on the OH projector, with squares for males and circles for females, so I draw another line and square, and say, ‘This is our second son; what’s his Landsteiner blood type?’ Some student correctly says, ‘Type O.’ One year I spontaneously muttered, ‘Better be type O,’ and brought down the house. Used it through retirement. I miss the classroom.
If the allele for red hair also causes light skin, it could be selected against if such people, in a warmer climate, expose more skin to sunlight and therefore are more susceptible to skin cancer. BUT, most people will do their reproducing before they succumb to skin ca. If so, it still won’t be selected against, unless people avoid marrying redheads. Wife and I were both redheads, and she had her tubes tied after kid 3. [Since sex is for reproduction only, we then stopped having sex, right?] Pax vobiscum,
Jackie, remembering your plans for an expedition/penguin wrangler gig, I thought of you when I saw this article.
http://www.nbcnews.com/science/science-news/boaty-mcboatface-rejected-name-new-polar-research-ship-n569171
Jean dear: Six feet tall, with an up-do and five-inch heels? Be still, my heart. 😉
Female House Sparrow on the left side of the Osprey nest just now. May be the male O. on the nest. 3 eggs, none hatched yet.
http://www.chesapeakeconservancy.org/osprey-cam
Peace,
Jerry, where do you stand on anchoring?
Today is Sigmund Freud’s 160th birthday. Should we have a cigar to celebrate?
Ghost, somehow I do not think that Freud would have interpreted this dream from Genesis 40 the same way Joseph did…
9 So the chief cupbearer told Joseph his dream. He said to him, “In my dream I saw a vine in front of me,
10 and on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, it blossomed, and its clusters ripened into grapes.
11 Pharaoh’s cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into Pharaoh’s cup and put the cup in his hand.”
12 “This is what it means,” Joseph said to him. “The three branches are three days.
13 Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position, and you will put Pharaoh’s cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer.”
You know those video cameras they hang on “drones”? Here’s what happens when you hang them on a rocket for a sub-orbital flight.
http://techcrunch.com/2016/05/04/gopro-hitched-a-ride-on-a-rocket-and-the-video-is-incredible/
Lost, usually above the high tide mark. Only tourists walk barefooted on the beach or close to the water. We know what glass, metal, tar, etc. is hiding in that sand. When they talk about the “sugar white beaches” those days are long gone. When I was a kid it really was pure white and it squeaked when you walked on it.
If you want a nice beach go to Mexico Beach. It’s not in Mexico. Look on a map south of Tallahassee. No go karts, goofy golf, drunk college kids, expensive condos, just a nice beach.
Today’s strip (05.06.16):
Arlo mentioned the CIA’s ability to read license plates from satellites. I first heard about that sometime around 1982 or 83 when I was a grad student at The Ohio State – over 30 years ago.
Now, I suspect that they satellites that can read business cards while they are in our wallets.
As for the sunbathing file, I suspect that it is stored with the photos from the full-body scanners in airports.
You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that aren’t supposed to capture images and are supposed to blur all the naughty bits.
I’ll tel you what is wrong with society.
No one drinks from the skulls of their enemies any more.
Bear: You know that for a fact? 🙂
Debbe 😉 I’ve been there.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwbeSgEEe5M
Arlo: “It’s really difficult for the law to keep up with the pace of technology.”
That is much like the local police, the FBI, the Justice Department, and the military.
They are more often than not there after the event.
What? No one up yet? Good morning!
Come on, it’s Saturday, aka sleep in day!
OK, you asked for it…
Giving a whole new meaning to the phrase “Don’t rain on my parade”.
http://laist.com/2016/05/05/slotzilla_shower.php?utm_source=fark&utm_medium=website&utm_content=link
Dang Ghost, great start to morning, not! I just had fantastic breakfast of vegetarian mushroom, spinach, fresh tomatoes, goat cheese, pesto and desert of fresh fruit.
Going to a rose show, Botanical gardens, park festival and seafood dinner spot. Good times.