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Aug. 7th, 2004 10:43 am
When you're a cow!
I will say it again, I LOVE Nature on PBS.
Thursday evening's episode, Holy Cow, was about, well cows. All sorts of them. Different breeds, success in domestication, commercialization of the cattle industry, their sacred status in India, milk yield of a single cow, all sorts of stuff. At one point, Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation made an appearance. And while a lot of this may have been above Abby's head, she was soaking it.
She didn't, however, get why Rachel and I were laughing when narrator Edward Herriman (yes, Mr. Gilmore from Gilmore Girls--and I wondered why I recognized the voice), began talking about the duplicity of India's "street" cows. Both of us imagined the cows breaking out in a musical number, "When you're a cow, you're a cow all the way. From your first piece of cud, to your last dyin' day!"
Friday, for me, was entirely too busy, and I didn't stop from about 8:05 a.m. until sometime after four in the afternoon. I had no time to post, I may have taken a moment to comment on a couple of entries, didn't even know that Rick James had died, making the possibility of an edited CNN story graphic highly probable in my mind, though I don't guess they'll use it. No, doubtful.
Thursday evening's episode, Holy Cow, was about, well cows. All sorts of them. Different breeds, success in domestication, commercialization of the cattle industry, their sacred status in India, milk yield of a single cow, all sorts of stuff. At one point, Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation made an appearance. And while a lot of this may have been above Abby's head, she was soaking it.
She didn't, however, get why Rachel and I were laughing when narrator Edward Herriman (yes, Mr. Gilmore from Gilmore Girls--and I wondered why I recognized the voice), began talking about the duplicity of India's "street" cows. Both of us imagined the cows breaking out in a musical number, "When you're a cow, you're a cow all the way. From your first piece of cud, to your last dyin' day!"
Friday, for me, was entirely too busy, and I didn't stop from about 8:05 a.m. until sometime after four in the afternoon. I had no time to post, I may have taken a moment to comment on a couple of entries, didn't even know that Rick James had died, making the possibility of an edited CNN story graphic highly probable in my mind, though I don't guess they'll use it. No, doubtful.
