Bovine Gold

An unusual new source of wealth?


There’s gold in them thar’ cow’s urine.  Could it be true?

According to the “Indian Express” study on the Gir cow species done by a team of researchers at the Junagadh Agricultural University (JAU) in the city of Guhjarat…carried out over a period of five years.

The study was mounted to validate a claim in a Hindu scripture that cow urine contains gold.

Scientists in India sampled urine from 500 cow test subjects.  They discovered 10-30 mg of gold in a liter of urine–also, tiny amounts of silver, and calcium.

So, what was the significance?  Would there be a new gold rush, from this new, unusual source?

Professor Balu Golakia, head of the research team, said in an interview: ‘The gold salt in cow urine can be transformed into powder, then into metal balls.  But we do not prescribe to start an industry of extracting gold from cow urine.’

There was no…

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Menacing dinosaurs, roaring larger than life, on the movie screen, from the latest in the “Jurassic Park” series. Could it be that dinosaurs were descended from lowly chickens?


With fossilized evidence, discovered in China in recent years, one has to consider the possibility that dinosaurs clucked like chickens; crowed like roosters; chirped like birds.

Dinosaur fossils, found with feathers, suggested their bloodlines came from avian ancestors.

That roaring T-Rex, stomping across wide-screen, could have really been crowing at the rising sun. What the cluck?

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Running Lean & Mean

A post never finished from this past May.  Today was about errand running, started with going for lawn mower gas, right before a driving rainstorm.  Took my laptop in for repairs, trip timed perfectly to get involved in gridlock on the I-10, because of a serious bay bridge accident.  Some creative detours later, stopped for lunch, and all ended well.


Secret awesome sauce
Bad memory foam
Space probing questions
Lonesome holograms
Lucky in luck
Knot the hole thing
Reverse osmosis day
Hat attacks on windy days
Wear whir you?
Wye, why, Wye?


Her name was McGill, She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy–The Beatles–

Summer Saga

Nobody’s in a hurry
To do anything
Moving slow, slower, slowest
Nothing much to say
You know the rest
Would take too much effort
What was left, but to nitpick?
About those that droned
On-and-on, in irritating
Monotones–in public places
On hand-held phones
About those that mowed lawns
It was cooler that way in June
There were more issues I missed
None of which were reasons
To get my shorts in a twist

Working Stiffs

You knew
If you were there too
Sometimes serious
Other times silly
Someone complained
Several times per day
Days were too long
Didn’t dare take lengthy breaks
Long night shifts
Stared at the parking lots
Listened to piped-in music
“It’s tearing me apart…
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na…”
“La, la, la, What?, What?
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo ah”–More “Whats”
And, another, “Oh yeah”