In Honor of St. Patrick’s Day: Archaeological Find

With thanks to Colin Nelson for permission to spread this little bit of whimsy and delightful writing around.  So here, for your gratuitous reading pleasure, is an account of an intriguing discovery. Original post here.

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Archaeological Find

In the County of Meath in Eastern Ireland lies the Boyne Valley. An area that has fascinated scholars and archaeologists for centuries. There you find Brú na Bóinne, the Palace of Boyne. There you find Dowth, Newgrange and Knowth; Dozens of burial tunnels criss-cross the area. They were built about 3200BC making them older than the Pyramids or Stonehenge.

Richard Watkins of Stanford University was part of a team that was investigating Tunnel 22 that runs north-south through Newgrange. About 122 metres down the tunnel, he discovered what appeared to be an ancient cave-in. After 3 days careful work, Watkins and his team discovered that the rocks concealed the entrance to a roughly circular chamber about four metres in diameter.

There were clear signs that this was not a burial chamber but had been inhabited at one time. There were the remains of a fire below a gap in the ceiling that was once, presumably, a primitive chimney and source of light. There were the tattered rags that may have been bedding or clothing and some artefacts (one of which was a knife dated about the eighth century AD).

An examination of the chamber provided evidence that the occupant was connected with a monastery near Drogheda on the River Mattock that pre-dated Mellifont Abbey built on the same site by some 200 years. Records discovered at the abbey site indicated a monk called Muireadhach was entrusted with a “Pagan relic so foul it must be forever banished from the world of the living.”

This reference led Watkins to re-examine the chamber, whereupon he found a hiding place cunningly carved into the chamber wall and hidden behind a close-fitting stone. There was a solid mass about one metre by one metre by 0.5 metre behind the stone, and great care had to be taken in order not to cause any undue damage.

The mass was packaged up and sent to Truro University where Professor John Dean led the team that was to analyse and preserve the find.

It was discovered that the outer part of the mass consisted of about five goat skins; each had to be removed separately. Within was an ancient book. The cover was made of wood and fastened with metal clasps. The pages were fastened to the covers with cords that had only survived because of the protection of the goatskins and the atmosphere of the cavern.

At last, the team could see the first few pages of the book. They contained drawings, now faded, but were once rich in colour. Alongside these drawings were the spidery writings of the scribe in an ancient version of Gaelic (it pre-dated the use of Roman letters).

The search was on for someone who could translate the book. That search ended in Adelaide, Australia with Bryan Tewkes. Tewkes had done extensive research on Pre-Roman Civilisations of the British Isles. It was he that finally identified the book that had filled the ancient monks with so much horror:

“Irish Dancing Part 2: The Hand & Arm Movements”

The Old Wolf  and Mad Jack have spoken.

Reblog: Things I learned in Scouts.

Reblogged from Tarin Firepelt at Livejournal. Because it’s awesome.


Back in my youth I spent many years in Boy Scouts. I am an Eagle Scout, for those who don’t know, and I can’t tell you how many life lessons I learned in this wonderful organization. Stuff I certainly didn’t learn in public school.

As I watch what is going on in Congress right now I think back to these days. In my scout troop, we went camping one weekend of every month, regardless of the weather. Our scout master correctly knew that these camping trips were the main vehicle in which scouts were taught leadership, and bad weather made it even better a teaching experience. Of the 3 times that temperatures dropped below freezing in Florida during the 4 years I lived there, 2 of those times I was on a camping trip. But I am digressing from the point I want to talk about.

Scout troops are broken up into smaller units called patrols. We had about 40 boys in our troop that were broken up into 5 patrols of 8 boys each. Each patrol is led by one of the middle ranked scouts, the patrol leader, who organizes the young scouts in the camping trips, and helps teach skill awards and other basic scout principles.

One of the responsibilities of a patrol is the planning and organization of the meals on the camping trip. Our trips began Friday after school, and went to mid day on Sunday. So we had to plan for Friday dinner, Saturday breakfast, lunch and dinner, and Sunday breakfast plus a snack for lunch as we rode back to civilization. To pay for this each scout donated $5 in 1980’s money, so we can say about $10 in modern coin.

During the patrol meeting before the campout, the scouts would decide what they were going to eat, covering the 4 food groups in each meal, and realizing the limitations of the cooking apparel and campfire. Roles would be assigned to each boy, covering Cook/Assistant Cook, Fire Tender, Wood and Water Supplier, and the much hated KP. These would be varied so people could gain the experience needed for their skill award and merit badge check lists.

Finally, and the point of this post, the scouts would meet at the grocery store where they would purchase the food. Notice I say the scouts. Mom or Dad would drive them to the grocery store to meet, and usually wait outside for us, but it was the SCOUTS that did all the purchasing.

I think back to one of the trips we made when I was patrol leader. We had 6 scouts going on the trip I think I was the oldest in the patrol at the time at around age 13 or 14. When we showed up at the Grocery store we had $30 with which to feed 6 kids over 5 meals and a snack. Following the lead of something I had learned from an earlier patrol leader, I let the scouts go down the aisle, grabbing all the things needed for the trip, making certain they let me know the price of everything they were getting so I could tally it on my clip board. We finished the walk through and when we got up to the front for check out I held up the clip board.

We had a $70 dollar cart of groceries and only $30 bucks worth of cash.

The scouts eyes bugged out. Keep in mind we are talking 10-14 year olds here who for the most part had never done any grocery shopping beyond tossing cereal and cookies in the cart while tagging along with mom on the family trips. Once it was made clear that we couldn’t take more money the hard reality of trimming that cart down began.

Out went all the cookies and twinkies. Proportions were cut. The cart was divided into the 4 food groups as we still had to meet our basic rules for scouts as per the cooking and camping skill awards. Scouts were introduced to the price difference between name brands and generics, and then that little “price per unit” number came into play as scouts realized that 2 big cans equalled 5 smaller cans and was cheaper by the ounce to boot. Desserts were removed from breakfast and lunches so we had the luxury of sweets for dinner. Haggling ensued between the scouts as we decided and compromised on menu changes on the spot.

And in a half an hour we managed to get that $70 dollar cart down to $30 so we could meet our budget.

The camping trip came around that weekend and we had our meals. And we didn’t starve. I was a hyperactive 14 year old, running around in the woods like a lunatic and I didn’t starve. We were mostly teenagers, and you know how teenagers eat. We didn’t starve. As a matter of fact I remember a lot of good nights, sitting around the campfire, bloated on the food we ate, toasting marshmallows to make the smores we had managed to squeak in the budget during the grocery run. We had bought our food, cooked our food, cleaned up after ourselves, and the average age in my patrol was 12.

This life lesson has stayed with me to this day. I remember the lean years of college when I was trying to stretch my $25/week budget to cover food gas and leisure. I remember how I would look at the price per oz on the generic brand vegetables and buy the bigger cans rather than the smaller and proportion them into zip lock bags at home. I remember buying bottle sodas rather then cans, because if I returned the bottles I would get 10 cents back on each, cutting the price per oz of the soda by a third. I am blessed to be beyond that stage now, but this frugality has allowed be to “Be Prepared”, for the hard times the country is suffering now.

As a 12 year old, I learned how to convert a $70 dollar cart of groceries into something that could support a $30 budget. Its a shame the majority of our current leaders didn’t go to scouts. If they did we wouldn’t be running the deficit we have now.


The Old Wolf has spoken. Thanks, Tarin.

Bananas Foster Cheesecake

Found this recipe over on Reddit. *drool*

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Cake

24 oz cream cheese
8 oz sour cream
3/4 c sugar
4 eggs
1 1/2 c mashed banana

Blend sugar and cream cheese. Add eggs one at a time, blending well in between. Add sour cream and banana. Blend well. Pour over crust. Bake at 350 for about an hour.

Crust

1 1/2 cup crushed cookies
6 T melted butter
1/4 c white sugar

Crush cookies in food processor, add sugar and butter, press into 9” springform pan. Bake 10 minutes, let cool.

Topping

1/2 c brown sugar
1/4 c butter
1-2 T water or dark rum
3 sliced bananas

Melt butter and brown sugar in a saucepan. Add water to thin to desired consistency. Add bananas, let cook for 1 minute. Cool slightly. Pour over chilled cheesecake.

Must… try… soon…

The Old Wolf has spoken

Students: Beware of the FAFSA scam.

Saw this over at Reddit and thought it was worth sharing, especially with so many students filing applications.

FAFSA (http://www.fafsa.ed.gov) is a legitimate government program providing student aid. It is FREE to apply for.’

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There is another scummy outfit (http://fafsa.com) which charges students a FEE to file an application, which could be done for FREE at the legitimate government website.

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If you are a student, or know one who is applying for federal student aid, direct everyone you know AWAY from fafsa.com.

The Old Wolf has spoken.

Habemus Papam

I’m not a Catholic, but I share in the joy and excitement of my many friends and associates who are, for this is a historic day.

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Had Cardinal Ouillet been elected, I had this great Cheezburger picture of him ready to go, with the caption “Eh-men!”. The universe, however, perversely robbed me of an opportunity to shine for 15 seconds or so. It would have been worth a few upvotes over at Reddit, certainly.

In the lead-up to the conclave, I have taken the opportunity to re-watch Saving Grace[1] more than once, and today as I watched the new pontiff[2] stand before his assembled faithful, pronounce blessings upon them, bow humbly to receive their prayers, and pray with them in a way that the youngest and poorest Catholic child could understand and follow, I was moved by his simplicity and humility; I could only imagine the terror and weight of responsibility and feelings of unworthiness that filled the new leader’s soul as he confronted this moment.

This is certainly a seminal moment; the first Pope from the new world, and definitely not an aristocrat. Cardinal Bergoglio appears to be doctrinally conservative, which doesn’t bode well for those hoping for reforms in Vatican policies towards the gay community or towards women – but time will tell.

Whatever the case, this man will now have an impact upon the lives of over 1 billion Catholics, and by the ripple effect, indirectly on much of the rest of the world. I offer him my prayers for strength, for health, for good humor and the ability to endure the rigorous life that awaits him, and above all for divine inspiration to lead his flock towards greater equality, greater tolerance, greater understanding, greater peace, and greater prosperity.

The Old Wolf has spoken.


[1] It’s a lovely film, and “it’s a good story.” Watch it if you can – it’s unfortunately not available on DVD, but deserves wider exposure.
[2] I haven’t had a TV in my home for over 15 years, but thanks to the miracle of the Internet, live feeds were available.

The universe may be watching, but we are listening.

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A friend of mine posted this picture of the Glowing Eye nebula (gacked from APOD) in the constellation of Aquila, taken by the Hubble telescope. It’s clear that the universe is watching.

However, we are peering just as deeply into the void, and now moreso than ever.

 

 

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According to the Miami Herald,  the Atacama Large Millimeter Array, better known as ALMA, is by far the largest radio telescope on earth. Interestingly, despite their size, the dishes are portable. Engineers transported them around the plateau on two giant flat-bed trucks. What the telescope picks up depends on where the antenna are positioned. Click to the Herald article for more details.

The Old Wolf has spoken.