"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
Monday, December 18, 2006
Whale Vomit
I had to post this one just so I could use the title. It's actually an interesting story from the NY Times on what is thought to be a piece of ambergris found on a beach in the eastern US. With the general demise of whaling, this story points out that it is difficult to find anyone now who can reliably identify ambergris. Striking picture!
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Sure that's not broccoli?
If it turns out to be real ambergris, I expect that lady is holding a lot of "cabbage."
Prairie Mary
That does it. I must find a way to use the word AMBERGRIS in a sentence.
Heidi, you just DID!
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