Each Rhino has a fund of odd bits of information and opinion, stored up as We go along our way. Some ideas seem more valuable than others, but We often find We had prioritized wrongly, and the old idea is more essential, at least today. Lots of thoughts, in no impressive order.

What is strange is to realize that there’s so much We don’t know or appreciate. And if We don’t know what We don’t know, how would We even know what to ask? Good question, with no answer.

We Rhinos like to keep a positive attitude, hoping We’ll know ‘what’ when We need to know it, or soon after that. Or that that question won’t be on the quiz.

Today is National Ice Cream Day.

Nuf said.

We are often asked why Rhinos don’t live in South America. Easy, South America didn’t want what Rhinos offer, so We just left South America to get on with itself, for now.

Rhinos choose Habitat by a range of loosley defined stimuli; places seem to offer an opportunity for good times, or not. Sort of like house hunting globally.

Much of our Rhino relationship to Nature is grounded in pulsations, reverberations, scents and clicks. And We listen to those signals. Nature seldom holds back with suggestions.

Occasionally one Rhino or another will mutter, “When you’re old enough, you’ll know better.” Sort of encouraging when We are young, fantasizing about imminent independence and glory. Gives Us something to hold onto, in theory.

What We wish We knew is, How Old do We have to get to “know better”? Better than what?

Is this special knowledge revealed to Us with our last Gasp? Hm-hmmmm?

Today We want to explain why Rhinos are seldom seen on the street. The fact is that people do not expect to see Us. So many visual stimuli, the viewer is looking for a specific something, not a Rhino. We are overlooked.

And Naturally, We gravitate to situations where We’re unlikely to cause a fuss. Most such places are outdoors, where We seem to blend in. Why this should be true, We cannot say. Possibly it is because We do not do much dashing about. Like rabbits, We stay still when endangered, and wait and see.

Granted, there is more to our disappearing act, but how crazy would We be to explain much more?

In 1789 Parisians stormed the Bastille, an infamous prison, and symbol of rotten conduct in France. It started a Revolution, which got ugly, then uglier.

Yet today is Bastille Day, and Your Inner Rhino wishes good times to y’all.

The motto is Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite, which sort of means: Liberty, Equality, and Unity.

Today We Rhinos are pondering the life of Gaius Julius Caesar, of Roman fame. He was a successful general in the Roman army, well-liked by the Romans, less so by the folks he thrashed. Many virtues, to be sure, but a few impressive shortcomings as well. Public life is not necessarily the proverbial bowl de cherries.

We bring this up because this is July, named in his memory. Caesar’s fame went to his head, understandably. The year he was made Dictator for Life, Julius Caesar was assassinated by the Senators of Rome.

Caesar may have gotten a too big for his britches, as We say.

The YIR Staff made a new image last night that somehow got gobbled up in the circuitry of our computer. We searched, We howled, We whined, but all for naught. It will turn up some day in the veg drawer of the refrigerator, no doubt.

In a Triumph over the Tantrum, We now celebrate yesterday’s Town Crier Day. We cry no more, but We do remind all you readers to not get over-excited, and pitch your labor into the void. No joke.

Dang.

Rhinos love to dance and sway, to Pulsate, Oscillate, and Zigzaggerate. We are the Natural Expressions of Rhythm. There are no restrictions on our Rhino Capacities. Free spirits, that’s Us.

The guiding force that is sometimes ignored is our R Tails. Pick any vibration, and our back end starts to boogie. And from there, We just shimmy ourselves into a lather.

Being a Rhino is realllllly great, cha cha cha!

Nature has a particular flair for the dramatic, an enjoyment of the unexpected. There is no competition for one impressive Natural measure over another.

Even when the Weather is seemingly delightful, Nature may step in and add spice to the recipe for that moment, and five minutes later lose interest.

That’s how Nature handles matters, like it or not. The curtain is always ‘up’.