It occurred to me that Mr. Jawbone might have once belonged to a pig, so I went a-Googling, and sure enough, it did.
Credit: javelina jawbone, by Drew Mackie
I think the sacral vertebrae are bovine in origin, but I’m not having much luck Googling up any images that are helpful. The closest I’ve come are anatomical drawings.
Credit: Internet Archive, Image from page 47 of “A text-book of veterinary obstetrics : including the diseases and accidents incidental to pregnancy, parturition and early age in the domesticated animals” (1901)
I’m calling it Good Enough.
As I was driving in to work this morning, I did some more thinking on good car music vs. not-so-good car music. There are some things I love to listen to, but that I don’t like to drive to. For example, I like both Cat Stevens and Marilyn Manson, but only one of those things belongs in my car. So this is why, as I was listening to Antichrist Superstar this ayem, I was actually thinking of hippy-dippy music. Which reminded me of New Year’s Eve and the Magical Chair of Giving.
My neighbor and I attended a New Year party at a friend’s house, which was all sorts of good fun. At one point, we were both hanging out upstairs, when she realized she’d lost one of her hair sticks. So, she started rooting around in cushions of the big, squishy easy chair she’d been enveloped in. And, she started pulling out a vast and varied array of objects. The chair kept giving, and giving, and giving. The penultimate gift was a mixed CD with both Teaser and the Firecat and Tea for the Tillerman on it. She, a little drunk at this point, handed it to me, thinking it was mine. Why, yes, I do happen to have that those two albums on one CD, but that particular copy–despite the fact that the handwriting it bears looks eerily like mine–does not, in fact, belong to me. Very odd. Who knew I wasn’t the only person on Urth who listens to Cat Stevens and who decided to put those two albums on one CD?
red paper boat 