by liberal japonicus
In line with the possible discovery of Richard III's remains and woolly mammoth DNA and a lost Renoir in a WVirginia flea market, I wonder what the commentariat would like to be discovered. Obviously, finding something in the same fashion as the $7 Renoir, that would allow me to live in the style I should be accustomed to, would be great, but let's make it a bit difficult and say you can't profit from it. Go for it.
The missing spine of the global left?
Posted by: The Creator | September 14, 2012 at 03:32 AM
nah, has to be something we know existed...
Posted by: liberal japonicus | September 14, 2012 at 03:53 AM
All in the same flea market? ;-)
Posted by: Hartmut | September 14, 2012 at 04:29 AM
All in the same flea market?
Yes, the Renoir was tattooed on Richard III's inner thigh and the DNA came from the woolly mammoth he rode at the battle of Bosworth Field. Somebody from Kentucky found them in their attic.
Posted by: chris y | September 14, 2012 at 05:30 AM
Anyone seen my glasses?
I often wonder if Max Brod had carried out Franz Kafka's wish to destroy his works whether we (collectively, for those exposed to the Western canon) would know to feel as abstracted and paranoidly alienated as we do.
Would I awake on any old Wednesday morning feeling like I have a carapace and more than two legs, or would I just put it down to hangover and indigestion, not having the metaphor available.
Maybe we'd feel worse without Kafka (and relieved to find his writing in an attic in Eastern Europe ... ah, so that's it), being left with Dostoevesky.
Well, we'd have to look for Kafka.
At least we'd have helpless laughter.
Posted by: Countme-In | September 14, 2012 at 06:48 AM
Jimmy Hoffa
Posted by: Snarki, child of Loki | September 14, 2012 at 08:17 AM
A bit obscure but there are a number of literary works that have been lost or have been preserved only in fragments.
For example:
The Babylonian Epic of Gilgamesh (parts missing)
Some Greek philosophy esp. pre-Socratric (only second-hand)
Cicero's De Re Publica (parts missing)
The lost works of Caesar (parts destroyed by Augustus)
The huge collection of Scandinavian medieval manuscripts that were destroyed in two big fires in Copenhagen (iirc. one produced by British naval bombardment)
While we are at it: the burned parts of Beowulf.
The lost works of Shakespeare (e.g. Love's Labours Won).
Then there are some literary and musical works that their writers/composers destroyed during bouts of depression or because the critics did not like them (Gogol's Dead Souls part II, Glinka's symphony, Serov's opera May Night).
The list of lost movies is practically endless but we had a lot of happy surprises there too with 'lost' parts being found.
Posted by: Hartmut | September 14, 2012 at 09:22 AM
Fermat's proof.
Posted by: byomtov | September 14, 2012 at 09:29 AM
Kafka?
He's a writer, too?
This is very disappointing to me, as an Eagles fan. I've lost what was an endless font of amusement, that being my announcing how Kafka-esque he was every time he was on the TV screen, usually to the befuddlement of anyone else in the room. I don't hang with high-brow types much in meat space, so most of the people most likely to be in a room with me during an Eagles game don't know from Kafka.
It was fun while it lasted.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 09:29 AM
LJ - TiO is broken, not sure what happened.
Posted by: Ugh | September 14, 2012 at 10:08 AM
thanks, I'll see what I can do
Posted by: liberal japonicus | September 14, 2012 at 10:16 AM
Life on a distant planet.
Posted by: Oyster Tea | September 14, 2012 at 11:33 AM
The missing link.
The key to happiness.
Obama's college transcripts and financial aid application forms.
Romney's tax returns.
Phil's sense of humor. :-)
Posted by: McKinneyTexas | September 14, 2012 at 11:53 AM
Intelligent life? (I'd be happy to find that on this planet.)
Seriously, I'd be pretty excited about finding evidence that there ever was life on any other planet. Fossilized algae on Mars would be pretty wild.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 11:54 AM
Fossilized algae on Mars would be totally world shaking. Simple fossilized bacteria would do for me.
Posted by: chris y | September 14, 2012 at 12:20 PM
Evidence would be astounding.
But, like Stephen Hawking, I wonder how we (or they) might fare if we met up with life from a distant planet regardless of its placement along the intelligence scale:
http://news.cnet.com/8301-17852_3-20003358-71.html
Maybe they'd come here after searching the universe high and low for the perfect burger and decide WE were it.
Or, maybe we'd explore the universe, come upon an alien civilization on a distant planet and bestow the perfect burger, an I-Phone, and planet Earth T-shirts on them and they would immediately contract an alien virus from us --- boredom --- and expire like North American Native Americans from smallpox.
Or, we'd be getting along famously, perhaps even interbreeding, and Some Imbecile, theirs or ours, probably both, would queer the whole deal with a slip of the tongue.
Posted by: Countme-In | September 14, 2012 at 12:20 PM
The Library at Alexandria? The Library at Baghdad?
How about Nikola Tesla's complete lab notes?
Posted by: lightning bug | September 14, 2012 at 12:47 PM
The way.
If I knew the way
I would take you home
Posted by: joel hanes | September 14, 2012 at 12:51 PM
I'd like to third "evidence of life on another planet." I think it would be the single most amazing thing to ever happen in my lifetime, bar none.
On a more trivial level, I which someone would find a copy of the long-unreleased Beatles track "Carnival of Light" and release it.
Posted by: Phil | September 14, 2012 at 12:53 PM
I made a discovery during my lunchtime walk. I found out why sailors wear flared pants as I was passing a retired battleship that is open to the public for tours, overhearing one of the guides responding to a question from one of the guests. Anyone know (no googling)?
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 12:54 PM
Or, rather, would anyone who doesn't know like to guess? That would be more fun.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 12:54 PM
The way.
Funny. This from a comment from someotherdude on the other active thread:
Media for Christ includes a production house for "The Way," a Christian satellite television program in English and Arabic launched in 2010.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 12:59 PM
I wish no one had found this tape:
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/2012/09/holy_crap_9.php?ref=fpblg
Posted by: Jennifer Granholm | September 14, 2012 at 01:04 PM
My guess, they come off easier if you have to go in the water?
Posted by: CCDG | September 14, 2012 at 01:12 PM
Close, CCDG!
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 01:18 PM
In fact, that sounds so good, it might simply be another reason, if not the one I overheard.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 01:19 PM
flared pants can be rolled to above the knee when the decks are awash
Posted by: joel hanes | September 14, 2012 at 01:20 PM
Phil, I'd like to hear "Carnival of lights", too.
Until then, will this do?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHrLiN83j9Y
I'm happy just (to dance with you) to be able to listen to the up-tempo, distorted guitar version of "Revolution" with the "shoo-bee-doo-ahs" intact.
Posted by: Jennifer Granholm | September 14, 2012 at 01:44 PM
The 5th and 6th pages to the U.S. Constitution:
http://news.yahoo.com/constitution-extra-page-shown-public-first-time-143606312.html
I'd be interested in page 7 which (few know this)is blank except for three additional commas to be inserted into the text of the Second Amendment at will by whomever has the time.
Posted by: Countme-In | September 14, 2012 at 01:57 PM
>> The way
> funny
But meant seriously.
How long till my soul gets it right?
Posted by: joel hanes | September 14, 2012 at 01:58 PM
If I knew the way
I would take you home
Love that song.
Or, rather, would anyone who doesn't know like to guess?
They capture air if you fall in the water and help keep you afloat.
Posted by: russell | September 14, 2012 at 02:09 PM
The arms to the Venus de Milo.
Posted by: Ugh | September 14, 2012 at 02:13 PM
The missing page of the Gospel of Mark that says "LOL j/k."
Posted by: Phil | September 14, 2012 at 02:26 PM
flared pants can be rolled to above the knee when the decks are awash
Bingo! Did you know that or guess?
But meant seriously.
I didn't think your mention of it was funny, in and of itself, just that your and someotherdude's more or less contemporaneous comments had that phrase as stand-alone items. Not exactly "ha ha" funny, either.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 02:35 PM
I knew. I used to teach sailing; that's a bit of the lore, like how to tie a bowline, how one "weighs anchor" to get "under way" (and not "under weigh"), the difference between jibe and gybe, and how to pronounce gunwale, forecastle, boatswain, and topsail.
I apologize for reflexively posting the answer as soon as I saw the question; by the time I saw the bit in which you asked those of us who know to hold off, it was too late.
Posted by: joel hanes | September 14, 2012 at 02:57 PM
Has anyone else noticed the popularity of Korean and Chinese soap operas among the kids?
My 2 girls eat those shows up on HuluPlus. I have nieces in high school who love those shows, too.
Posted by: someotherdude | September 14, 2012 at 03:30 PM
I apologize for reflexively posting the answer as soon as I saw the question; by the time I saw the bit in which you asked those of us who know to hold off, it was too late.
Don't bother apologizing. You're dead to me. (I kid, of course. But apologizing is a no-no these days, if recent events are any sort of guide. Even if you didn't actually apologize, it's still really bad.)
Here's a discovery item: what Mitt Romney really thinks about anything (assuming such thoughts exist).
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 14, 2012 at 04:02 PM
apologizing is a no-no
Only to those whose conceptions about ethics come from a corporate legal department.
Posted by: joel hanes | September 14, 2012 at 04:12 PM
God. I found God and the answers to all my problems and questions right here on the darned old internet. Why right here (see link) is the answer to even something as perplexing and big as the middle east crisis;
http://www.landoverbaptist.org/news1100/bomb.html
Do yourself a favor and click on the "beliefs" tab. Could change your life. There is some especially good advice on male/female interactions.
Good day friends and god bless.
Posted by: Blackhawk7 | September 14, 2012 at 05:46 PM
Since movies are on our minds, I was reading an interview with Dinesh D'Souza on the editorial page (the lying clause in the First Amendment gets a full workout and receives maximum protection there) of today's Investor's Business Daily.
D'Souza has released (a vial of anthrax) a documentary about the Kiplingesque moral suasion contained in Little Black Sambo cartoons .... sorry ... check that... about Barack Obama's anti-colonialist Kenyan upbringing and his resultant hatred of all things American, Western, and white, and how he plans to bring America to it's knees the same way Gandhi did to Britain and Franz Fanon did to political science classes at Berkeley years ago.
The interview apparently took place on the third floor of the IBD office building, designed by Howard Roarke, despite the cheesy balconies, and D'Souza reportedly arrived in a rickshaw pulled by the legendary actor Sabu.
In fact, D'Souza, wearing a pith helmet and accompanied by a squadron of bagpipers in kilts who played God Save The Queen and the Up With The Raj Fanfare, directed his perspiring, grunting rickshaw runner with judicious lashings from a riding crop up three flights of stairs and then complained to the IBD interviewers, his nose held high in the rarified air like a piece of fresh bitten-off toffee, his upper betraying not a single quivering clue that he was speaking, that the Untouchable runner had not informed him that there was an elevator in the building, the bloody little wog.
Really!
After dismissing his entourage and requesting a glass of sherry, D'Souza underwent a magical and instant transformation before the interviewers' eyes and began waggling his head from side to side and speaking in the clipped and deferential, but musical strains of an Indian coolie to the assembled IBD editorial board.
He averted his eyes and bowed and asked obsequiously if the members of the editorial board would like dinner served on the veranda and which vintage of good Port to set out for the post-prandial cigars in the library.
He then clapped once loudly, like a shot going off, as if ordering household staff to their appointed tasks and made his eye go to inscrutable discs and his eyelids drooped to a meditative, vaguely Brahmin half-mast position and he stood against the wall ... present, alert, but invisible.
The lead interviewer spoke, "Dinesh?"
"Yes, Sahib," D'Souza answered, the "s" in "yes" and the "s" in "Sahib" sequeing together in a languid hiss as he gave a sidelong slither of his neck.
"Tell us about your film regarding the anti-colonial and uppity Barack Obama."
"Yes, sahib. If you please, sirs and madams, allow me to me first express my disgust at Mahatma Gandhi's vile habit of drinking his own urine when there was perfectly good Port available on the black market."
"In spite of my disgust, I would surely drink a gallon jug of Winston Churchill's urine sent by slow packet from London to Bombay if he were alive to restore the British Raj to India."
"I would also wish to support the American, Patrick Buchanan's remake of the movie "Zulu" which tells the real, unadulterated story unlike the politically correct version released during the tragic miscarriage of the 1960s. It will be released the week before the American elections, which to we right-wing ratf*ckers, is like the Christmas movie release season for Disney studios."
Interviewers: Yes, very well, Dinesh. Now your film."
"Sahibs," D'Souza warbled, head wobbling side to side, "my humble film has been received with great appreciation by those who do not like the interloper Obama. They have told me they feel empowered in their hatred of this unAmerican third world troublemaker. They have learned many new facts from my movie."
That's just a taste.
Mitt Romney will or will not apologize for D'Souza's film tomorrow.
Posted by: Countme-In | September 14, 2012 at 06:54 PM
I sympathize with "Jennifer Granholm"'s pain. I try to think of anything redeeming about what life was like in the 70's and I come up blank. Still, I live for the day that she will be making Scalia and Thomas uncomfortable.
Posted by: liberal japonicus | September 14, 2012 at 08:40 PM
The Lindbergh baby.
Posted by: bobbyp | September 14, 2012 at 09:18 PM
" Simple fossilized bacteria would do for me." If found on Mars, there would still be the question of whether it had an independent origin from Earthly life. Bacterial spores could survive being splashed from Mars to here or vice versa. We could be descendants of Martian bacteria. Cool in one way, but it wouldn't tell us anything about how common life was if it were true. Or so I've read. Here's a (pdf file) paper on the subject--
link
And here's another (both came from the wikipedia entry on panspermia)
link
Posted by: Donald Johnson | September 14, 2012 at 09:19 PM
I found God and the answers to all my problems and questions right here on the darned old internet.
You do know the landover site is satire?
Posted by: russell | September 14, 2012 at 10:06 PM
Orson Welles' cut of "The Magnifcient Ambersons".
Posted by: novakant | September 15, 2012 at 07:29 AM
"You do know the landover site is satire?"
No way! I just sent them a check and I bought my suit and everything. Do I have to explain that to my wife? She was just getting used to the whole subservient man slave thing. And we were planning a little get away for the lighting of the cross ceremony.
This is very disappointing, russel. Are you sure?
Posted by: Blackhawk7 | September 15, 2012 at 09:28 AM
novakant, I just recently read a great little sci-fi story, part of an "alternate universes" anthology, in which the main character is a film buff who happens across a video store he's never seen before. It has things like Citizen Kane on Blu-Ray with Orson Welles's commentary, the director's cut of Amberons, Return of the Jedi directed by David Lynch, Stanley Kubrick's Napoleon and all the other missings and "what-ifs" from our own Hollywood. But he can't watch any of them because that universe's electronics and media formats are subtly different from ours. If I can remember the name or author I'll post it later.
Posted by: Phil | September 15, 2012 at 09:36 AM
No way! I just sent them a check and I bought my suit and everything.
LOL.
This is very disappointing, russel. Are you sure?
Yeah, sorry but I'm pretty sure.
Not to worry, if landover is not the real thing, you could always start up your own.
It would be a shame for the suit to go to waste. :)
Posted by: russell | September 15, 2012 at 10:33 AM
My nightmare is that we find bacterial spores throughout our solar system before Election Day and they turn out to be members of the John Birch Society and registered to vote Republican.
Posted by: Countme-In | September 15, 2012 at 11:32 AM
Ha, it turns out the story to which I referred is available online in its entirety, excerpted from the book: Impossible Dreams
Posted by: Phil | September 15, 2012 at 12:12 PM
An intact print of London After Midnight (1927), starring Lon Chaney Sr., and directed by Tod ("Freaks") Browning. Thought by critics at the time to be one of Chaney's best horror roles (in those innocent pre-union days, actors could create and do their own makeup, and Chaney was a master at it) - the sole known copy was destroyed by fire in 1967.
Posted by: Jay C | September 15, 2012 at 01:16 PM
i'd like to find a CD copy of the Colorblind James Experience's first record.
Posted by: cleek | September 15, 2012 at 01:24 PM
Jay C, yes, I would want to see that one too.
Btw, I would hope for some unavailable or lost Conrad Veidt films too (connection: The Man who laughs).
Posted by: Hartmut | September 15, 2012 at 02:09 PM
I hoping to find my virginity. I lost it somewhere a long time ago. I've been perusing antique stores, flea markets and the like, but no luck. Maybe it's out there on e-bay. I don't know. It might be worth something, if nothing else a marketing ploy at this point. Any ideas.
Posted by: Blackhawk7 | September 15, 2012 at 02:37 PM
Sorry Blackhawk7, reflowering is only for girls (some even do it multiple times).
Should you happen to be a Roman Catholic though, there might be a chance. There is a school of thought in Roman Catholicism that (true) martyrdom can restore virginity in males. This loophole had to be created to have the apostles join the hierarchy of heaven because they were, without exception, married (esp. St.Peter, the first pope, who is first mentioned in the Bible in connection with his sick mother-in-law). But married people can get only third-class access to heaven (and get, depending on author, only 30-50% of heavenly reward. Those that repented and led a sexless marriage could at least get into second-class and achieve 70-80%). So, in order to qualify for the nomenclatura caeli, the stain had to be washed away (since The Lord cannot simply break the rules and simply let them in despite of it) and the only working detergent for such stuff is the autologous transfusion of martyr blood (even donations from other martyrs, even saints, is not strong enough).
So, boys have it tough on this topic.
Posted by: Hartmut | September 16, 2012 at 06:21 AM
just another example of the Catholic Church's radical feminist agenda...
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | September 16, 2012 at 09:36 AM
"Those that repented and led a sexless marriage could at least get into second-class and achieve 70-80%)."
Hmmm.....interesting. Can you have a sexless marriage first and then repent? Does the order of events matter? "cause that seems to be way things are heading. At some point I'll repent our honeymoon years and upgrade my seat in heaven.
BTW - old joke; if the catholic church wants priests to be celibate they should let them marry.
Martyrdom and sainthood. That's something of a purpose to look forward to as I approach the autumn of my life. I'd like to become the patron saint of cheap booze. One would pray to my image and thus avoid DUIs and blistering hangovers the next day.
Now I just need to select an act of martyrdom that would gain me recognition. For now I will wait for a sign, but I might get more proactive down the road.
Posted by: Blackhawk7 | September 16, 2012 at 09:38 AM
Well, a marriage is void without at least one sex act (the so-called consumption). According to strictly modern interpretation by the Vatican it also has to be an act without contraception. So a marriage can be declared invalid either by proven virginity of the applicants (usually the female is sufficient) or if all vaginally penetrative sex acts involved the use of contrception.
The old authorities would have been horrified of course. The taint comes from the sex act itself regardless of circumstances. That includes surviving victims of rape. St.Augustine had a very low opinion of Lucretia (the pagan textbook example of virtue). She should have let Tarquin murder her before the act.
Repentance for marriage has of course to go beyond mere stopping having sex. A true Christian marriage is close to sexless anyway. Ideally the repentance would be that both (ex)partners would join a monastic order (never as full members of course, the stain is too strong) and pay livelong penance for their sin of weakness of the flesh. Still no chance of becoming part of the 144000 though. Btw, a once popular theory stated that the events of the apocalypse would start the moment that number is complete. Seems, like heaven has put up high enough hurdles that less than 1.39 per week have joined the ranks since Christ's ascension.
Posted by: Hartmut | September 17, 2012 at 07:44 AM
Even the Puritans believed a good fnck was essential to marriage and had a much more nuanced view about sexual pleasure:
4, Puritans Were Puritanical?
Aspects of Premarital Sex in Puritan Somerset 1645-1660 (PDF)
Puritans & Catholics on Sex
The "Sexual" American Revolution
The Dirty Truth About the Puritans: Debunking the Myths and Revealing Some Good-Time Charlies! From “The British Are Coming, Y’all!”
Posted by: someotherdude | September 18, 2012 at 02:12 PM
Here's some "found" Coptic heresy.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/19/us/historian-says-piece-of-papyrus-refers-to-jesus-wife.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
Given the news of the past week or so, the tops of EVERYONE's heads should fly off when the movie version hits the big screen.
I wouldn't want to be a Coptic Christian Ambassador in certain environs south of the Mason-Dixon, or north, the way the sh*t might hit the fan.
Put your Beatle records in a safe, non-flammable place.
I can't wait until an enterprising reporter asks Romney what he thinks.
After a stammer or two, he might just say "F*ck me, I quit."
Posted by: Countme-In | September 18, 2012 at 07:43 PM
Come to think of it, hide your "The Last Temptation of Christ" DVDs, too.
Posted by: Countme-In | September 18, 2012 at 07:45 PM