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Paleontologists don't pretend to know everything about how Homo erectus lived, but it's a safe bet the ancient prehumans passed their days in unremarkable ways. Their language was probably little more than a system of gestures and grunts. Their diet, consisting of foraged fruits and crudely cooked animals, was not an easy one to force down--if the attachment points on their skulls for stout chewing muscles and their large front teeth suggest anything. Their skill in making tools was limited: a flaked stone or a crude ax was probably as good as it got. They arose...
...seemed. According to research published last week in the journal Science, Homo erectus may not have gone so quietly into that good night. On the Indonesian island of Java, it now appears, a small group of hangers-on may have lived as recently as 27,000 years ago, thriving in a world that Homo sapiens had long before claimed...
...always been a good place to dig. Its equatorial climate makes it home to countless species, and periodic land bridges placed it in the middle of the migratory autobahn between Asia and Australia, making it the perfect spot to study how animals spread. Since the 1890s, numerous fossils of Homo erectus have been found on the island, but scientists were particularly intrigued by more than a dozen partial skulls found near the villages of Ngandong and Sambungmacan in the 1930s and 1970s. The skulls had unusually large braincases, and so were estimated to be anywhere from...
...thing we've learned is that most of it is not AIDS discrimination," Mann says. "People are using AIDS as an excuse toward underlying discrimination. For many people, the big force is not AIDS, it's homo-sexuality...
...venue. With its blatant hybridization of Roman Mythology and medieval macabre, complete with apsidal carvings on the wooden booths, gruesome charcoal drawings of pregnant women ohne Bustenhalter, and hanging skeletons, Aerosmith's nascent Mama Kin club screams, drools, and bleeds for perverse, unrestrained if highly orchestrated debaucheries, preferably of Homo sapiens. Two domineering, heavily-stocked bars squat facing each other across the red-rimmed, black linoleum dance floor; smug, wood-carved janissaries. The room takes cares to invoke the popular equation "Lust + Delusion = a reckless, carnal kind of vermilion violence, real good stuff...