No one that I know of john. Maybe you are? Sounds interesting.
Yes, I am.
But I'll have to put my thoughts together before I address this subject.
There are some very interesting parallels between Ray's way of thinking and some of the thinking on this site.
john
"Man is a marvellous curiosity. When he is at his very, very best he is sort of a low-grade nickel-plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm."
nature cannot produce a bifacial, percussion-flaked hand axe in a classic teardrop
Certainly not in North America where there are NONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.........another one of those damned curmudgeons.........
pay not attention.
john
"Man is a marvellous curiosity. When he is at his very, very best he is sort of a low-grade nickel-plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm."
OK, I'm still not sure which to choose:
"Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you gonna get" or "Stupid is as stupid does". Because Dada and Forrest would be good friends, I'm sure.
Maybe I should use "there are no hand axes in North America!" and attribute it to The Club. Then I could superimpose the text over one of Charlie's Hand Axes.
Something is wrong here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption, and the Ice Capades. Something is definitely wrong. This is not good work. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed.
Maybe I should use "there are no hand axes in North America!" and attribute it to The Club.
And I just love that picture Beags sent from Topper with the scientist holding up a hand axe to the camera with an "in your face" expression!
Goodyear was smart enough to only Radiocarbon date the site with its ensuing restriction at 50,000ybp. Other dating methods should come up with older dates, but he will release that data after comfort zones have generally moved to the first date. As Bill Murray said, "Baby Steps!"
that picture Beags sent from Topper with the scientist holding up a hand axe to the camera with an "in your face" expression!
"It's a geofact!!!!!!"
--The Club
Something is wrong here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption, and the Ice Capades. Something is definitely wrong. This is not good work. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed.
Hi the error factor is quite high at 50,000 BP normaly you wouldnt use such a high number unless desperate.P.S we usually settle for 20,000 BP any older and the error factor just becomes too much but thats not a strict rule only a guide line.Cheers Fossil
[quote="fossiltrader"]Hi the error factor is quite high at 50,000 BP normaly you wouldnt use such a high number unless desperate.P.S we usually settle for 20,000 BP any older and the error factor just becomes too much but thats not a strict rule only a guide line.Cheers Fossil[/quote]
That sounds like something from a member of Min's "Club"
No club at all merely common sense if you wish to come up with some wonderful sounding dates that fit silly theories use 100,000 BP if you like just dont call it research more like wishfull thinking lol.
C14 dating does have an upper end of usability around 50,000 years. That would be about 10 half-lives and the idea being that there really isn't going to be much radioactive C14 left after 10 bites at the apple.
Still, The Club doesn't think that it has to go back to more than 11,500 BC in the New World so C14 was always good enough for them, before!
Something is wrong here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption, and the Ice Capades. Something is definitely wrong. This is not good work. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed.
Hi i wasnt taking about half llives lol merely the error factor the plus or minus factor with all c14 dates even at 11500 PB it can be quite significant?
As to the formal history of the Peccary Society, you can read it online.
This is a personal remembrance, and may take two or three parts.
Raymond Alf was a compact, intensly physical and cerebral man, and a leader in all ways.
I was a "member" from the time I was 5 or 6 until the age of 13. Webb School was - and is - a preparatory school from 8th through 12th grade. My Dad taught there, and was a driver and the teacher of American History side of the Peccary Trips.
I had the good fortune to be included in those trips, part baggage, part kid, and part precocious wannabe scientist.
Side trip here: the first time I got kicked out of school was in maybe 1st or 2nd grade. My sister and I were enrolled in a local Episcopal day school, which included kids from preschool to grade 1 to 4 in various general classes. Came the day when our teacher decided to teach us about Natural History. She got up there and started elucidating on butterflies. The flashpoint was "swalllowtail". She showed a picture, and said "This is a swallowtail butterfly." My sister, eighteen months my junior, said "No, that is Papilio glaucus". Now, she had learned the Linnean name from me. Teacher, ANNOYED, says brightly to the class, " This is a swalllowtail." At which point I chip in, because damn right I'm gonna defend the right of my sister to be right, and say, "No it really is Papilio glaucus and end of argument." Things escalated from there and my Mom ended up picking us up from school a little bit early.
There was another episode, the dinosaur episode, but I won't get into that.
The reason I refer to this is that Ray Alf's greatest pleasure in life was helping and promoting ANYBODY'S right to think, to put things together, to cogitate, no matter how young or how old, with or without benefit of education. He never assumed the mantle of being the arbiter of knowledge. He asked everyone to ask. Unlike the schoolteacher referenced above.
I had as much of his attention - as a knee high - as the school Seniors on any given trip.
Jump subjects here. Just how did Ray get everyone out there, and travel, and feed everyone, etc.?
We used Chevy and Jimmy travelalls, with war surplus trailers. didn't matter if we were on a highway or driving over desert.
We all had war surplus cots, plenty of tarps, and war surplus sleeping bags. Personal gear went into a duffle bag, piled into the trailers.
How we cooked. Dig firepit, about 3' wide by 8' long. Lay iron pipes over and lay over welded iron grates. Fuel: sagebrush and anything else to make a fire. Each person had a frying pan and a cup, and eating utensils. Communal cooking gear consisted of the coffee pot and the washup pot. After we ate, we'd sit by the firepit, talk science and sing songs. "Swing low, sweet chariot.......". It may seem corny in these days, but that is how we lived.
Enough for part I.
john
"Man is a marvellous curiosity. When he is at his very, very best he is sort of a low-grade nickel-plated angel; at his worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm."
Ok i rest my case.
We all love those war surplus tales.
However is there anything on this site that actually looks at archaeological research?
Sadly no i would suggest Forbes whoever they are may wish to award their little reward to a Harry Potter site why do i waste my time .
