Down to Dixie

Tomorrow I head South to Charlottesville, VA, away from the smog and the bustle of the city.
I've been MIA recently with the blog, as I'm hard at work on genealogical research, and haven't really lifted my eyes from old copies of the US Census or moldy photographs long enough to see anything worth commenting on.

I am builiding up a wealth of interesting stories, however, so there's plenty to tell as soon as I get around to telling it.

But not tonight. There is this, though, from today's New York Times:

"SOUTH AFRICA: CASE CLOSED. BEANS GIVE YOU GAS. The country's Advertising Standards Authority ruled that eating beans leads to intestinal gas, rejecting a claim by the Dry Bean Producers Organization that a television commerical for Wildeklawer sweet onions was unfair when it implied as much. In the ad, a rugby team refuses to enter a locker room where one of its players is eating beans, while the coach pleads with the player to switch to the onions, which have "no tears, no burn and definitely no stink." The bean producers argued that the commerical negated its efforts to promote beans as a healthy food, but the standards group said that it was "objectively determinable factual reality" that people who eat beans pass gas."

You can't make this shit up.