Homo floresiensis died out 50,000 years ago?

Humans (Homo erectus most likely)  colonized Flores a million years ago. This is 120,000 years earlier than previously estimated, based on the dating of volcanic sediments covering stones tools found at Wolo Sege.

There’s also a new study that insists that the dating of age of the Homo floresiensis is incorrect. The floor of Liang Bua eroded unevenly. They put the age of the oldest Homo floresiensis at 60,000 years old, with the last of their style of tools at 50,000 years. According to this study, modern humans and Homo floresiensis didn’t coexist for any length of time, with modern humans quickly driving them extinct.

 

Ahab might finally get his white whale

The rumors of the number of FBI agents working on the Clinton private email server investigation went from 150 to 147 to less than 50 to 12. Some people were chortling about how the entire investigation has been blown out of proportion, that it’s quite a minor investigation. Perhaps.

Last night news broke that the investigation is near complete and interviews will begin in the coming weeks, possibly within days. It’s suggested that Comey himself may be interviewing Clinton.

It would make sense why the number of FBI agents involved kept dropping is because they were reassigned after the grunt work was completed. 150 agents does seem excessive. That number does seem absurdly high in retrospect. The new Time article sticks with 20 to 30 agents. The journalist who reported 12 agents yesterday also happens to be a former employee of John Kerry. Yep… no agenda there.

The Time article reminds that Comey was involved with in the Whitewater case in 1996:

In 1996, after months of work, Comey came to some damning conclusions: Hillary Clinton was personally involved in mishandling documents and had ordered others to block investigators as they pursued their case. Worse, her behavior fit into a pattern of concealment: she and her husband had tried to hide their roles in two other matters under investigation by law enforcement. Taken together, the interference by White House officials, which included destruction of documents, amounted to “far more than just aggressive lawyering or political naiveté,” Comey and his fellow investigators concluded. It constituted “a highly improper pattern of deliberate misconduct.”

I still have no opinion on Whitewater, by the way.

morning 03.30.16

The intent was to blog a ton of shit today, since Elijah had to go to the library in Amite. However, Kat got a flat tire. We swapped cars and I need to sort this out before it’s time to go in for the night shift.

How Cerebus the Aardvark explains Trump. Jeet Heer outdid himself here. Immediately people began mocking his tweetstorm, as Heer tends to do. The mockery was hilarious too, but they know damned well they are just jealous they didn’t come up with it first. Serious? Timely? Incisive? Irrelevant. It’s fucking funny.

Paul Bowles in Morocco: The Lost Recordings. Brian Eno threw a link up to this last night.

double horn group

Relive the Punk-Rock Scene of 1970s Los Angeles. It’s a slideshow of photos from the old Slash magazine.

The number of FBI agents investigating the private email server of Hillary Clinton is actually less than 50, not 147. However, that’s likely more than 8 agents, which is some other disinformation that’s been floating around.

Another judge is allowing Judicial Watch to take sworn testimony from officials in relation to Clinton’s email server setup. Ugh. Did Clinton do shady, illegal shit. Hell yes. Is Judicial Watch going to act with integrity in the pursuit of justice? Absolutely not.

Extinction, Gilgamesh, Miyazaki’s Wolfchild, etc. (A Riff). Biblioklept on fire here. I doubt if I have the strength to read Dawson’s Extinction: A Radical History, but damn… i’m tempted.

The Bohemian Caverns are closing again. Bullshit.

Drone footage to the damage at Palmyra.

Curator Forced to Kill Out-of-Control Bio-Art Exhibit. Was this intended to end any other way?

Turkey might be killing journalism but they’re embracing their Byzantine heritage after many years rejecting it as Greek. Yay? By the way, I see mention today that the government has installed someone from an allegedly radical Islamist newspaper Yeni Akit as the new editor in chief of Zaman.

In Syria, militias armed by the Pentagon fight those armed by the CIA. Let’s just stick to that headline. Maybe in some small part the Syria conflict is a proxy war between elements of the United States government? Nahhhhhhhh……

New edition of Marcel Duchamp: Boîte-en-valise. Only $195?! I’ll take two.

The age of human remains and associated fauna from Zhiren Cave in Guangxi, southern China. Jaw of Homo sapiens in China 100,000 years ago. Chew on that, Out of Africa 60k or whatever bullshit.

Novel collagen fingerprinting identifies a Neanderthal bone among 2,000 fragments. 50,000 year old Neandertal bone found at Denisova Cave. It has a fingerprint on it?!

Yeah, yeah…. some of this deserved to be broken up over several posts. However, it’s this or nothing.

1993 can’t be the right year for the birth of Chicago’s indie scene

This Pitchfork piece on Chicago in 1993 is lackluster. This is pre-internet, so I don’t recall that much firsthand from that time. Zines and mail order catalogs were the best way to find out anything. What sticks out though is there seems absolutely no mention of Drag City. All one has to do is search Drag City and 1993 to see a show put on that summer at the Lounge Ax (which at least snags some photos) with the line-up of Pavement, Royal Trux, the Palace Brothers, King Kong, Silver Jews and Smog. Nope. Not noteworthy. Not natives, I reckon.

Instead Pitchfork decides to talk about what will become “indie rock” through the lens of Smashing Pumpkins, Liz Phair, and Urge Overkill versus Steve Albini. Even that doesn’t make sense because 1993 wasn’t the year everyone figured out Smashing Pumpkins weren’t “indie rock.” That was determined from their first album Gish back in 1991. The arguments about Caroline Records being a fake indie was my very first exposure to that silly debate.

I never knew what to make of Liz Phair. I didn’t enjoy her music. The people who hated her were obviously raging misogynists and the people who loved her came off as creepy fawning obsessives.

It was cool that Pitchfork mentioned Gastr del Sol, but that needed more focus. It’s still surprising how massively key it was in providing the architecture to the ’90s. That’s a missed opportunity.

I had no idea Cynthia Dall died in 2012.

The other extreme seems to be the documentary Parallax Sounds. The people interviewed hinted it could be amazing, but between a review (don’t miss the comments!) and the actual trailer, it seems opaque and obtuse.

I knew fuck all about Chicago. Damien’s childhood friend Troy would occasionally pop into town to fill everyone’s heads with stories about austere, intense projects going on up there

Saturday morning 03.26.16

William Gibson writes about film, the psychedelic experience, and The Tibetan Book of the Dead. Apparently it’s primarily about Gaspar Noé’s ‘Enter the Void’ (which I’ve yet to see) but it’s really about The Book of the Dead.

Nice little thumbnail biography of David Lynch on Bookforum, reminding me that I intended to pick up Dennis Lim’s David Lynch: The Man from Another Place to browse.

Quarterly Conversation has a piece on innovation in literature through disengagement and introspection in the aftermath of chaos and strife. It covers E.M. Cioran, Alain Robbe-Grillet, and David Markson. Robbe-Grillet is the one I never quite connected with- with me reading one novel that I probably missed the point of. Cioran can be problematic, but his aphorisms are fun. Markson is a demigod. I love this sentence:

Markson is validating an essential argument of Cioran—that despite one’s awareness of and fruitless retaliation against knowledge, there is no relief from the omnipresence of historical consciousness.

It’s amusing to see Animal Collective’s Painting With called “a steaming turd.” For a few years there, they were my favorite band. The last project I loved from those guys was Panda Bear’s Person Pitch. By the time, Strawberry Jam came out, i was suspicious (but adored “Peacebone”) and Merriweather Post Pavilion lost me entirely. It’s time to revisit some of the stuff from that era to see if I was right or just became bored before they actually began to suck.

Vertigo seems to be getting yet another relaunch. The Becky Cloonan/Gerard Way Doom Patrol team seemed like a fun little title (because it’s highly unlikely it could dislodged the old Vertigo run) but then the rest of the article sank in. Flagship title, eh? Apparently the current flavor of Vertigo has been deemed a failure. I’d been happy with Art Ops, Twilight Children, and yeah, even Lucifer. Only a couple of issues of Unfollow made it to my LCS, but it seemed okay. The Image but not-Image thing worked for me. Consciously turning Vertigo into a ghetto for quirky superheros to be revived seems yet another mistake for DC.

Yesterday my dad dropped into the bookstore to buy a copy of Western Hoserman and pick up any book I suggest for my my to read. On a whim, I passed him Cosmosapiens, as that seems the sort of thing she’s read many times over through the years. My distraction and laziness has prevented me from investigating it firsthand. I’m eager to see her take on it. I’m hoping it’s analogous to Guy Murchie’s The Seven Mysteries of Life, with new science breakthroughs.

completion of Jodorowsky’s Endless Poetry is on the horizon

The Awl has a new interview with Alejandro Jodorowsky, who is in the process of working on his second autobiographical film, Endless Poetry. It’s filmed and he’s editing! It has a June release date set.

I can only dream of being able to approach death as Jodorowsky does.

The end of interview, in which Jodorowsky decides to flip the interview on back on the interviewer, to urge him to pursue his art, is a nice touch. I’m grateful it’s included. Anthony Paletta did a great job.