Yeah ... I know I'm a show off but I can't help it. LOL
Found the 'Pestle' in the McCullough Ranges 50Klm out of Wilcannia. It was probably used as a Spear Sharpener or for grinding Mussel shells down into fish hooks. Possibly used for grinding Ochre as well.
In Australia it is illegal to collect any artefact but we found this in some road debris from the last time the bulldozer had resurfaced the track. We had stopped to boil the billy beside the road. We convinced ourselves it was wasted where it was ... and so ... we kept it
It could be anywhere from 200 to 40,000 years old and the person who dropped it most likely used it for sharpening his fire-hardened wooden spear tip. He was a Hunter and gatherer and this would have been a very important tool in the tribe's kit. (my guess would be around 1000 years old by the look of it) In Australia there are thousands of artefacts everywhere ... but most people would not recognise them from any other rock. Normally we are very strict on ourselves and remove nothing ... only taking photos.
The Silverton tramway once carried millions of tonnes of Silver Ore from Broken Hill to Adelaide thru Silverton. The town is now a Ghost town, and this is the last of the track. Wild camels have camped nearby. My friend is looking for railway spikes, he's a 'train freak' and collects all those sort of things. thats also my 'truck' that we travelled in.
As we approached Bourke, we rung ahead and booked 2 single rooms. This is the room I fluked. It was once the mining office, now a motel room. Crazy ... but very comfy ... an unbelievable contrast after the night before under the stars. LOL
Cooked Breakfast at the Nine Mile creek. Surrounded by River Red Gums
Hope you enjoy ....
cool bananas ... greg
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
Elder Sapiens, well nigh almost 30 years old now, sat outside the shelter as twilight ended, noting that the moon was pale and sickly, dim and feeble, much as he felt himself. ‘Twas not the best night for the Hunter Sapiens to be out… but the ever-present worries bred by these ancient times had won over his weariness, halting, if only for a time, his vitality from slipping away any further.
The crescent was brightening, as best it could, and he half-slept a while; then a dragging noise in the bush brought him to life. They were back, hauling a carcass. If there was danger about, he would’ve waved them off, but they was none, so he waved them on. No one had eaten much but leaves and berries for five days now, except for Infant Sapiens, who feasted on Mother’s milk.
Elder pointed to the dying moon and then to himself, but the Younger Sapiens motioned that he was fine.
Many tens of millennia ago, their communication had begun, faint and ethereal, only within themselves—symbols forming and connecting. This eventually led to gestures, preserved even to this day, as when people talk, along with their hands, even while on the phone! Grunts and simple references followed, then the basics of language.
The moon set, and the Homo Sapiens gathered round, friend and family, the night enveloping them, as evolution continued to sift the best from the rest, as ever it had done through death, our ancestors waning and waxing in strength.
About 50,000 years later, around 1100 A.D., Omar Khayyam, a rebel among the Islamics of his day would write about the moon. About 750 years later, Edward FitzGerald translated it into English verse; however, it never appeared in his published Rubáiyát, but remained in his notebook:
Be of Good Cheer -- the sullen Month will die,
And a young Moon requite us by and bye:
Look how the Old one meagre, bent, and wan
With Age and Fast, is fainting from the Sky!
160 years later or so, Rascal ordered his team off the doomed jet, he to jump last, as leaders did. Each and all parachuted out the door as he took this last moment to radio his last report, that of noting the retaliatory nuclear launch from the silo and that Richmond was already evacuating. The pilots would eject soon after he left the sleek Ninja jet, which had now become the silent and black Angel of Death.
Rascal next gathered up the strewn about proof pages of his book and stuffed them into his shirt, then leapt out the door into a slight free fall, one more heart wrenching than any roller coaster, to clear the jet and its draft, then pulled the rip cord.
Many Homo Sapiens would die and die this day, all over the globe, from this pretty much prearranged plan that had been engaged when the U.S. Capitol Complex and much of D.C. had been vaporized by an attack by unknown terrorists. This was evolution of a different order, not an eye for an eye, but 12 eyes for an eye, for the world’s evils had reached unprecedented levels by the year 2012.
Rascal floated down, steering toward a treeless area, a meadow perhaps, seconds away from landing. A few of his book pages floated free of his shirt, but he held tight to the rest, his tome almost literally becoming a Total Field Theory.
Rascal landed; no one was about. He walked on in the dark, noting the old moon holding the new one in its arms.
China had been a few minutes from launch, but thought better of it when the U.S. finally went to DEFCON 1, but not Russia, something the future would not soon forget.
Ground-based radar in Australia tracked a launch to the north. “Don’t let it be coming here”, the tracker gasped. It wasn’t.
When Islamabad went up in a chain reaction, along with 11 other suspected large cities harboring terrorists, Pakistan launched on India, the only country they could reach—but also their old enemy for disputing their vision of the Afterlife; however, India was ready, and intercepted all, then countered, and soon Pakistan was no more, as well as the mountainous region between it and Afghanistan, it being destroyed now twice over, since the U.S. had hit it as well.
Meanwhile. Israel destroyed the beginnings of yet another Syrian nuclear site, as well as all of those in Iran.
Silence followed, followed by a relative peace—the Mayan calendar had ended, but not the world—Homo Sapiens would continue, perhaps colonizing space some day before he died off on Earth.
(For Rascal’s adventures preceding these, see post '688'):
Rascal's crippled, wobbling plane overflew Silo 20. The jets lone working engine caught fire and had to be shut down: The Silo was opening
I thought Rascal was a goner, I didn't think he had a snowflakes chance in hell of surviving above
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Originally Posted by austintorn@aol.com
Rascal landed; no one was about. He walked on in the dark, noting the old moon holding the new one in its arms.
obviously, knowing that gravity was the fourth dimension and that everything was accelerating, he used this knowledge to his advantage by side stepping both place and time. That Rascal .... a real 5-star Gen. LOL
cool bananas ... greg
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
P.S. I like the way you can percisely date the pestle.
Well, I knew it was somewhere between 200 and 40,000 old. Even experts can't date stone lithics out of context .... so .... my thoughts went like this..
Its not 40,000 years old because it would most likely be buried (stratified) at a lot lower level than a bulldozer blade would reach while cleaning a track, altho not impossible.
Its not 200 years old .... it looks like it has suffered the ravages of time, not just man.
I'm not lucky enough to find something really old .... My guess is 1000 years.
Rotflmao ...
Thanks Prof. .. greg
'Blondie says I must hate all Brunettes. I'll try, but if I can't ... I'll love them both' ... graffiti on Tavern wall, Pompeii, circa AD 70.
A big THANKS to you for sharing your adventure. Not a thing about it was boring. I can't help but wonder how much more I could have benefitted from school days if the teachers were half as good as you at relaying information aswell as retaining my attention. I learned more from your thread than school. Again THANK YOU THANK YOU! Dolly
The Following User Says Thank You to dolly For This Useful Post:
Hi again Greg. Well....... seeing how you said ask, I'm going to. Dreamtime, I would love to know more. Have you been told any, specifically by an aborigine. Also the Toe is the first forum I've ever participated in and Dolly is an alias. The a.k.a. was given to me last summer in Gold Bridge by a lumberjack. He and two others were attempting to switch out castiron bathtubs, and I of course piped up and said you guys need a dolly and he replied your the only dolly around here. I've been called a lot of things but.... anyway thought it was cute. I would like to use my real name Sherry. Do you know how one would do that. If none of this interests you thats cool I'll find something to pester you about that you do find interesting
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