Economy forcing businesses to make drastic cutbacks








Knows he’s drunk, but incoherent man can guarantee you something


The roar of world events seems to fade into the distance as the world’s attention is riveted to the forceful ranting of an unsteady man on a sidewalk.


The recent speech included little in the way of plans, specifics, or syllables that can be identified as forming words, but the man’s tone and his central message seem to have resonated with so many listeners, yearning to be guaranteed something, by someone. And for many of these listeners the man’s inebriation is clearly a non-issue.


It is unclear whether the promise may involve an “un-indicted co-conspirator” or something about being on a diet, followed by coughing. Speculative interpretations of the speech are inflaming bitter disagreements on all sides.


Several prominent Dylanologists have interrupted an ongoing, exhaustive attempt to determine the correct lyrics to the song Santa Fe, from The Basement Tapes, to study the drunken guarantee statement. While there is no definitive finding as yet, several analysts have reached a tentative consensus that “the guy was revv’d up like a deuce.”  Anonymous sources suggest the guarantee was actually a warning, having something to do with ‘a baboon, on the right.”





Art expertise grows more precise


Hundreds of years ago the secrets of the old masters were technically advanced enough to capture the very souls and spirits of their subjects. But those spirits have mostly stayed corked up, because our methods of releasing them simply aren’t as advanced. Generally speaking, our understanding of portraits has stayed at about the level of looking at at mug shots. We just look at the pictures, with nothing like fingerprinting, fiber analysis, or DNA evidence to go on.


   This portrait by Rembrandt, at the J.B. Speed Art Museum in Louisville, Ky,  lends itself to examination using recent technical developments in the field of Art Appreciation, because it has never been harshly cleaned. Subtle layering of the skin tones has been preser
ved, along with the delicate highlights that light up the eyes. That’s particularly important, because the eyes are the windows of the soul.


   Although experts were not certain who the woman was, it was believed that looking at the portrait told us a great deal about her. For example, we knew that she was forty years old, because there’s some writing on the picture that says so. Her clothing indicate she was a member of the prosperous middle class. Her dress is sober and conservative, in keeping with Calvinist religious beliefs in Holland at the time. Calvinism discouraged outward shows of wealth and status.


   So it seemed, for centuries, until these newer methods of examining the eyes developed, deepening our understanding. It turns out she was not forty, but forty-three. Apparently there was some sort of misunderstanding.  She was actually a member of the less prosperous lower middle class, but was dressed up in this portrait in the fashionable style of sober conservative clothing that didn’t show off one’s wealth or status, to make people think she was wealthier, and had more status.


   For hundreds of years viewers have gazed at this picture, without any advanced methods like we have today, and must have felt that they could almost see what this woman was thinking, in a particular moment, long ago. Now we know. Loosely translated, and in the parlance of our time, it was this:


“I have no idea why that old dude had a sack of wooden boobs, but it made us giggle.”




Neanderthal speaks after 28 thousand years


Dr. Robert McCarthy of Florida Atlantic University has attempted to replicate the sound of Neanderthal voice, using the fossil record to reconstruct vocal tracts and generate a recording with a computer synthesizer. Click on the audio file below to hear the voice.


                               http://www.fau.edu/explore/media/FAU-neanderthal.wav


McCarthy says that Neanderthals lacked “quartal vowels” and that this would have limited their speech, as they would be unable to distinguish between words like “bit” and “beat.”


We have this exclusive interview.


--You know, this has to be one of the most fantastic and rare opportunities in the history of journalism.  It’s so exciting. Really, a once in a lifetime event. And so, for myself--and I think I speak for all of us--I want to start off just by thanking you. Thank you so much for talking with us.


--Eh.


--I have to ask-- Neandertal? Neanderthal? Do you have any preference about the spelling or pronunciation?


--Eh.


--Neanderthals disappeared mysteriously nearly 30,000 years ago, and so, I think the big question is What happened? And was it something that we--our ancestors, were responsible for?  Do you want to talk about that?


-- (pause) Eh.


--As you may know, the word “neanderthal” is sometimes used today in a pejorative sense, to describe someone who is crude, not very intelligent, or hopelessly old-fashioned. How do you feel about the word being used that way?


--Eh.


--Something that often comes up in the research is whether there was any significant inter-breeding between our ancestors, the Cro-Magnon, and Neanderthals, and whether mating was even possible, in terms of procreating.  So let me ask, was there any interbreeding, between us, that you would describe as significant?


--(shrug) Eh.


-- The actress Daryl Hannah depicted a scene like that, among some of her other odd career choices, in the movie “Clan of the Cave Bear.” But what I still can’t believe is they cast her as Morticia in one of the The Addams Family movies.  Daryl Hannah? What the hell? The woman who played Lilith, Frasier’s wife, from Cheers would’ve been a great Morticia.


--Eh.


--Oh! Come  on, you’re kidding. She’d be perfect, for that. Anyway, we’re out of time. Thanks again for talking with us.


--My pleasure.



Trouble at Beakman Place?

Louisville, Ky

Story by James Miller, and Frederic Smith Miller



Readers of the Beakman and Jax Sunday comics science feature were puzzled this week, when his reply to a question about tree rings mainly commented on the
current Olympic games.


The question, from Nate Witkin of Ohio, Dear Beakman, Are tree rings made from the inside or outside of the tree? prompted the odd reply from Beakman.


Dear Nate, We’re hearing a lot about rings this week--the five rings of the Olympic Games, which used to be about warring nations stopping their wars during the games and letting everyone who wanted to participate enter the games. Now it’s mostly about selling stuff.


  Your question’s simplest answer is yes, both inside and outside [signed] Beakman.

                                                                                                           Beakman Place


“He sounds depressed” said one middle school student. “Like, I can picture him sitting there, watching t.v., and  he doesn’t look too happy. Hasn’t shaved, and his house is pretty messy. He’s probably getting tired of answering these basic science questions kids send him, that they could probably look up for themselves. I think he needs to get out more, be with other grown ups.”


  One boy allowed “Sure, if you think about it, it makes sense that tree rings are the inside and outside, but the kid was probably just wondering about it. Or wanted to ask him a question, to be nice. The answer is kind of rude, like, hey kid, the whole world is going to hell in a handbasket, the Olympics suck, and you’re asking me about tree rings? YES. The inside, the outside, whatever. Leave me alone.


--Who does he think he is, Jeeves? another child wanted to know.


-- Well. It does sound like he wants people to notice his opinions about issues, like they’ll go, This science guy has these great opinions about other things! So he’ll get a better job or something.


   Another young reader said she bet he was drunk, but nobody joined in with that idea, too much.


--He might be, but it mostly sounds like he’s just in a bad time, in his life.




Among the well known cases of apparitions in the Louisville area, like the sad-eyed young civil war soldier often seen lingering around  the Orange Julius stand in the food court at the Mall St. Matthews, perhaps one of the most fascinating is the so-called “lady at the electronics counter” in the Bashford Manor Walmart.


  “I don’t usually believe in ghosts or shop at Walmart, but I was having a hard time finding my boy a game he wanted for Christmas, so when the Target was sold out, I tried the Gamestop, then Walmart. I couldn’t tell if they had it, because there were these big ad posters for the game blocking the view into the locked glass case, so I needed to ask someone.”


  Eventually I found a guy, and he said the lady at the electronics counter could help me. I looked over at the counter where he was pointing, and there was nobody there.

I had just been over at the counter, and knew nobody was there. That’s why I went looking for someone in the first place. But it was eerie, the guy was still pointing there. I looked at him, and at the counter--and there was nobody in 5 yards of the counter. And back again at the guy. I said The lady? He nodded, yeah, he says, the lady at the electronics counter.


  One of the strange things about it was he didn’t hurry off, like he was doing anything else. He just stood there, pointing helpfully, all sincere. And so this strange, almost otherworldly feeling came over me, a feeling that’s hard to describe, like, of not being annoyed, or something. I’ve thought about it a lot, since then, and I guess it’s opened my mind about life and its and mysteries and wonders.  I have to admit, I’ve often been helped by ladies who weren’t actually there. So who’s to say what’s real?



Reading about decline of reading declining

A December 2007 article in the New Yorker by Caleb Crain.  Most readers only got about this far in the 6 page piece.



Art museum parking garage works on several levels

Louisville, Ky


A parking structure at the Speed Art Museum is composed in the form of a rising, gradually inclined nautilus, leading the parker around curving lanes toward the discovery of an empty space. It is then left to the patron to decide whether to take the elevator, or the stairs.




 

SAD NEWS


Bats have an undeservedly sinister public image, and our dear friend Harold Allen Timmons worked tirelessly to educate the public about the positive role bats play in our ecosystem.


    His cheerful and informative feature has appeared in the pages of the Sparrow, usually around Halloween, as long as any of us can remember--which seemed a little odd one day last week when we thought about it, and a quick search showed his bat articles in our archives for more than a hundred years. 


    It's always distressing to lose a friend and colleague, but even more so when you have to stuff his mouth with garlic, cut his head off, and pound a wooden stake through his heart. He will be missed. 



 Photo not available.  

This is a guy with an owl, but you get the idea.


   

  

 
 

the histrionic alertness you depend on



Bigfoot more determined than ever to avoid people



Man reads EULA



What’s it like to be a top-dollar call girl?



Unmarked Target gift card redeemed for unusual amount



National Guard to assist   ginormous A-1 Steak Sauce spill on aisle 4 at local Wal-Mart  pg 37



Monetary gifts: Homemade cash adds a personal touch  pg 37



Nervous behavior of guinea pigs linked to being guinea pigs  pg 37




Civil war re-enactment gets out of hand

  story pg 37



Sexiest person alive in critical condition

story pg 37



Confused wrestler bites own arm

story  pg 37



Traveling abroad? Take a bag of garbage

story pg 37



Aching void persists despite purchase of Nintendo Wii Fit story pg 37



Time running out for patient awaiting

butthole transplant

story pg 37



Life not fair  story pg 37



This Week on T.V.

A mismatched pair of private investigators are sent to a topless volleyball beach to investigate a mysterious series of eye injuries, in Boob Town.



AHEAD OF HIS TIME


Cole Porter, who wrote the song “Night and Day” for the 1932 musical Gay Divorce.

Extraordinary discovery at Windsor Castle


   A team of archaeologists was working in the quadrangle of Windsor Castle, unearthing a circular structure which seems to substantiate the King Arthur legends, when one of them, an American, went looking for a bathroom and made a startling discovery; actual royals, still walking around! Like living relics of a bygone age!

    Thunderstruck, he quickly peed in some sort of urn,  and returned to the group. He told no one where he had been, or what he had seen. The magnitude of his discovery was overwhelming. It was like finding a child that had been raised by wolves.

    Then he wondered if a child had ever really been raised by wolves. Do wolves do that? Then he didn’t care if they did, and thought about his discovery again. Living royals called for a wholly new branch of study, and methodology. One couldn’t keep them captive in lab conditions, could they? Probably not. Damn it. How to proceed? Mustn’t muck it up, and contaminate the study by the process of studying. The subjects are human, they might read about it somewhere.

   The project would follow their every move, document every aspect of their lives--but in disguise--publishing in some tawdry, common form,  so no one would suspect a serious study was going on. Who would fund it? It was very risky. If the names of respected researchers were ever connected to anything like that, the British tabloids would have a field day.

Editorial:

On the NPR radio program Talk of the Nation,  March 16, 1998, Ray Suarez referred to the president of the National Organization for Women as Cathy Ireland (a model) instead of Patricia Ireland.

It was simply a slip of the tongue, and could happen to anyone. It’s time to let Mr. Suarez forget about this embarrassing moment, and we hope people will stop bringing it up.

CORRECTION:      A recent story about the herald angels singing (HARK!) should have said that God and sinners reconciled. 

  Because of a transcription error, we reported that God and Santa wrassle fight.

 We regret the error, and apologize to God, and Santa.

The Pace of Progress

Kentucky man invented turn-signals
The following was reported by Byron Crawford in the Courier-Journal (our bitter rival) May 24, 1982, and is one of many stories collected in Crawford’s Journal, and Kentucky Stories. 

William L. Scott of Paint Lick, Ky, in Garrard County predicted many scientific developments, including television, and the moon landing, and invented  the Scott Magnetic-Way signal ca. 1912. His turn-signal was an electrically lit red arrow operated by a switch inside the car. He applied for a patent in 1915, according to the manufacturer, Specialty Device Co., 112-114 West 3rd St., Cincinnati, OH. 
   Kentucky has been slow to adopt the use of turn-signals. It wasn’t until that 1950 state law required electric signals on some vehicles. 

   Turn-signals are expected to be in general use in Kentucky by the year 2050. 
Byron Crawford’s last column for the Courier-Journal (our bitter rival) appeared Dec. 4, 2008. 
No Mr. Crawford, thank you. http://www.courier-journal.com/article/20081204/COLUMNISTS04/812050302shapeimage_14_link_0

Alarming rise in unrelated incidents


Scientists warn that if the current trend continues, nothing will have anything to do with anything else by the year 2012. story cont. pg 37










  1. Who wants to marry a 5th grader?



The Last of the Film Trivia


Several years ago a reader asked about a film they remembered, in which “this guy goes into, or through, a thing, or something. And then, in a garage, something happens. But that was before the other part.”


Our film trivia expert at that time thought it sounded like Drop Dead Fred. And at first that seemed to end the matter. But later we heard back from the reader that this was not it.


We discontinued the film trivia feature several years ago, but for some of our staff this unanswered question lingered. They couldn’t let it go. They started meeting after hours, talking about the case, going over it, again and again. Eventually, they got a tip, and discovered the answer. At their insistence, we decided we’d run it, whenever space permitted. But when column space opened up, they had forgotten the name of the movie again.


Months passed.


The movie was Don’t Look Under The Bed. 1999. It was a Disney Channel Original movie. Directed by  Kenneth Johnson.
More information is available online.


We’d like to take this opportunity to remind our readers that we have discontinued the movie trivia  feature. Please do not send us any more movie trivia questions.