The first variant of Ben-Hur was released.
I tried listening to the book as an audio book once, but gave it up. I should either try that again, or read it.Ostensibly exploring the practice of law before the internet. Heck, before good highways for that matter.
Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Wednesday, December 30, 1925. Ben-Hur.
Monday, December 8, 2025
A Holy Day of Obligation Plea for the Common Man, and some other thoughts.
Today in the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, a Holy Day of Obligation for Catholics.
Almost every weekday Catholic holy day I think about posting something like this, and then never do. But on this occasion, I'm going to.
I don't resent the holy days, and indeed, it would be wrong to do so. But, in this very localized post, I don't like the way that the parishes handle scheduling Masses for them, or at least I'm whining about it.
Indeed, as this one follows a Sunday, I was hoping the feast had been transferred so there would by no obligation, but it wasn't.
Catholics are required, under the pain of mortal sin, to attend a Mass for a holy day of obligation, assuming that it's possible to do so. What I think is the case is that sometimes the Church doesn't take into account the daily lives of Catholics, at least here, to make it a bit more easier to fulfill that obligation. Or maybe it figures that it being difficult is part of the point, I'm not sure.
Anyhow, what the situation is, is as follows.
Like a lot of Catholics in this region, I worked on Saturday. I took time out of my work day, however, to go to confession. I went, and then went back to work. The confession schedule at the Church I normally go to makes getting to confession very easy. There's confession on Saturday mornings at 8:00 a.m. On First Saturdays there's a Mass at 9:00 a.m., although I don't attend it. There's confession again at 1:30 p.m. The two other parishes have confessions at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday. One parish has confession on Sunday at 4:00 p.m. and again on Wednesday evenings, and the big across town parish has confession on Thursday evening. So every parish is making it easy to get to confession.
It's easy to get to Sunday Mass as well. One parish starts its vigil Mass at 4:00 p.m. on Saturday. The other two are about 6:00 p.m., I think. Masses resume at the big parish at 8:00 and run them through the day with two of the three concluding with Masses in the evening, with the earliest being 5:15 p.m.
So far, so good.
All the parishes have weekday Masses, which is where this begins to break down in my view.
One parish has a morning Mass at 6:30 a.m., way early. Another one has daily Masses at 9:00 a.m.. Not so early. Another has one at 8:30, but today, on the holy day, that's been moved to 9:00 a.m.
I used to attend daily Mass. . . at noon. The downtown parish, which has a morning Mass at 6:30, had one at noon as well. It was well attended in relative terms. It was also quite short, as the two Priests who conducted the Masses (they now have one) knew that almost everyone there represented foot traffic from downtown.
Okay, so what is the problem?
This is.
I could have made the Mass last night, the vigil Mass. I thought about it.
But I also attended Mass at 8:30 in the morning, and then headed out to look for elk on my one day off. It's not so much that Mass twice in one day is too much, but for people who have a single day off, and that's a lot of people around here, what that effectively does is to devote the entire day to Mass.
There is something charming about that, and I think some people do that very thing. But for a feral person like me, bookending the day that way means that pretty much the rest of the day is lost.
To add to it, while I did bet back in town in time, on this day, like a lot of Sundays in the fall and winter, that would have put me in Mass wearing tiger stripe cargo pants. . . which would look a bit odd.
It might be possible for me to make a 6:30 a.m. Mass, but it would be pretty difficult. I'm usually still downing coffee at 6:30 a.m. and my days are really long. If I did that, particularly because of that location, I'd be at work before 7:30 and therefore be putting in a default 12 hour day with no break, most of the time.
And when I had school age children here at home, it was an absolute impossibility. When we still had a dog here, which we did until quite recently, it would have been as well, as my long suffering spouse, who has the temperament of a grizzly bear if she's awakened early, and who is not Catholic, would have had to been poked awake.
And 6:30, frankly, is absurdly early. Is there a reason this can't be 7:30? A 6:30 Mass will draw people, but it will tend to draw the retired elderly who don't have much else to do at that hour and who have given up sleeping, as the elderly tend to do. I know that, as in spite of my whining here, I'm always up early.
I have, I'll note, attended that Mass when I had no other choice. I frankly was darn near asleep, but it was interesting as I sat right behind two young women who were friends, one of whom was a trad, sort of combining a mochila with a leather skirt, and the other who was wearing street clothes. My guess is that they were on the way to high school or community college, probably the latter.
I'll also note that when I made that 6:30 a.m. Mass it was before they were worried that I might have intestinal cancer and then thyroid cancer. My stomach has never been the same and mornings is generally where that shows it. Enough said.
I'm grateful that there are two parishes with evening Masses I can make, although I with the one that has 5:15 Sunday Masses still had a holy day mass at that time. Now it does not. It's 6:00 holy day Mass is a Spanish Mass, which is also fine, so I suppose the time was moved to accommodate Spanish speaking Catholics on their way home from work.
What I really wish, however, is that one Parish had a noon Mass.
Any Mass after 8:00 on a weekday really isn't very well scheduled to accommodate working people, or students, in this region. When I was a student, I was nearly always at school by 8. I'm nearly always at work by 8, if not 7. By the end of the day, I'm nearly always beat down and just want to crawl home (a coworker who occasionally does the "let's go get a beer" nearly always gets the reply "I just want to go home). I'll make one of the evening Masses, but I'll be pretty worn out by that time.
A noon Mass would be ideal. And not just for me, but for others like me, who work in town. The downtown noon Mass was great, as I could and did walk to it, but I could drive to any of them.
I know, in no small part due Fr. Joseph Krupp's podcast, that Priests are grossly overburdened, so I shouldn't be complaining at all. But I am a bit. Masses at 8:30 or 9:00 can only be attended by people, for the most part, who aren't working, and who don't have children. Masses at 6:30 will probably only be attended by the elderly and the other very early risers, who can accommodate getting something to eat thereafter.
For most working people these just don't work. Noon won't work for everyone either, but it'll work for some who might otherwise have a difficult time going.
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While waiting for Confession to commence on Saturday, I was stunned to find a large crowed of people in the Church. It soon was obvious it was a Baptism, and had just concluded.
Quite of few of the men were wearing hats, with at least one wearing a cowboy hat. This is inside the church.
I've grown used to declining clothing standards, and frankly I'm not exactly that well dressed most Sundays. But wearing hats indoors was something I was taught to never do as a child. In the service it was normally absolutely prohibited. "Is your head cold?" was a question addressed in the form of a snarl by sergeants to enlisted men who forgot to remove their hats.
Now people wear hats indoors all the time. I don't like, and I still don't. I never see Catholics do that inside of a church, if they are men (and for that matter its pretty rare with women), so my presumption is that these were people who were largely unchurched.
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In looking for Mass times, I looked to see what was offered by the by The Ukrainian Catholic Church's mission to Casper. I suspect they don't have a service today, but looking up their information is always a problem. I don't know if its because its a small community and they know what they're doing, and therefore don't feel that they need to publicize it, or if its something else.
The Eastern Rite churches of the Catholic Church are growing, and it'd behoove them to at least make the dates and times of their services known, I'd think. So far they've also been holding services in non Catholic buildings, which I also don't get. I don't know what's up with all of this, if anything at all, but here I wish that they'd make use of one of the Catholic Churches and make it easier to find out when they're holding services.
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It's interesting, at least to me, to note that the word holiday obviously comes from Catholic holy days. Most of the original holidays were in fact holy days and in Catholic countries, that's still very much the case.
This is a Protestant county.
That gives rise to part of the problems noted. The US has a hardcore Protestant Work Ethic pounded into the culture by the Puritans, who got it from Calvin. It's part of the crappiest aspects of Americans culture. It doesn't add a day to our lives, probably shortens them, and makes them a lot less enjoyable.
Calvinism, from which that comes, really has threads of steel throughout the culture. John Calvin was a fun sucker, but he believed in work in a major way. He also believed that being well to do showed that you were probably amongst the elect. The Puritans themselves were big on the marital act, but by the time of the English Civil War prominent Calvinist in England figured that if they were well to do, that was proof enough they were amongst the elect, and so pick up a mistress on the side was okay.
You can see a lot of that in the culture today, particularly amongst those in power. People don't mind the concept of telling you to work harder while the engage in serial polygamy. It's strong in the American Civil Religion and some strains of Evangelicalism as well, where some "faith leaders' who have had morally dubious lives see nothing particularly disturbing about that.
The culture lost a lot in the Reformation.
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Finally, this is not only holy day, it's a feast day. The difficulty of getting to Mass will take away from the feasting aspect of it, as will the fact that in a Puritan Protestant county we're not supposed to be feasting on a Monday. Everyone has to be at work again, bright and early in the morning.
Saturday, December 6, 2025
Froma Harrop: Who Even Remembers Why We Should Dress Respectfully?
Tuesday, November 25, 2025
Wednesday, November 25, 1925. Hats.
The Turkish Hat Law, banning non Western headgear, took effect.
Beijing's Forbidden City was opened to the public for the first time.
Last edition:
Tuesday, November 24, 1925. William F. Buckley born
Saturday, November 22, 2025
The Golden Age of Travel Starts with You
Sunday, November 9, 2025
Going Feral: Lex Anteinternet: Saturday, November 3, 1945. Wyoming Game Wardens Game Wardens Bill Lakanen and Don Simpson murdered.
Lex Anteinternet: Saturday, November 3, 1945. Wyoming Game Wardens Game Wardens Bill Lakanen and Don Simpson murdered.
Lex Anteinternet: Saturday, November 3, 1945. Chinese Civil War, G...: China's civil war was acknowledged now to be a major conflict and two Game Wardens were found dead near Rawlins. The Chinese Civil War w...
Saturday, November 3, 1945. Chinese Civil War, Game Wardens Killed.
China's civil war was acknowledged now to be a major conflict and two Game Wardens were found dead near Rawlins.
Blog Mirror: The Mid-Century Drugstore Experience – 1947 – Past Daily Weekend Gallimaufry
Sunday, October 12, 2025
A series of Sunday reflections, not all of which are appropriate for the Sabbath.
This morning, I left the house early, although I had slept in. Sleeping in for me means it was 4:30 a.m.
The prior morning I had awaked at 2:00 a.m. and felt like crap all day. Part of that was because I worked, and the office was cold.
It's worse today. My arms are still and sore, from my shoulders to my wrists.
Anyhow, it wasn't in the morning. Sleeping in until 4:30 was nice. I actually got up about 3:30, took my thyroid medicine (which makes me angry every day) and went back to bed.
I shaved this morning. I don't most Sundays, or Saturdays. If was retired, I'd grow a beard.
I left for 8:30 Mass early, as I needed to get gasoline. The Jeep was on "E". I pulled into the nearby mega station and the pump didn't work. I figured it hadn't been turned on, so I ran into the store to direct the attention to the clerks.
I've only been in the station itself once. It was a few weeks ago early in the morning and there was a middle aged thin guy and a friendly, but not so sharp, young guy working there. The middle aged guy was a hoot. I brought up my snacks for the day, which included some pink "sno balls" and he noted how they used to make blue ones. He thought they had been removed as "blue balls" wasn't appropriate, but was hoping they'd bring back "blue balls". The young guy never got the joke in spite of his repeated efforts to explain it, without explaining it.
"Blue balls, man!"
Oh well.
He wasn't shaved that day either.
Today,. when I went in, the clerks were two enormously fat young women.
Now, that sounds rude, but they were. It's not a crime to be enormously fat, although it sure isn't good for you.
Both of them had all kinds of fishing tackle affixed to their faces. Piercings, as they say.
Now, in a second, or third, rude observation, having piercings if you are enormously fat doesn't make you attractive. Having piercings all over your face never makes you attractive, but having them if you are fat is a really bad look. It's similar to having tattoos if you are enormously fat woman. It makes you look worse.
Having said that, having piercings and being very thin makes you look like a meth addict.
When I came in, I noted right away "the pump needs to be turned on". They both informed me that most of the pumps weren't working. Indeed, they were very helpful on that point.
It was extremely cold, and very windy.
I noted they might want to post a sign on the pumps in that case. I was grumpy, unreasonably so.
They noted they hadn't had time as they'd only been there since 5:00 a.m..
It was 8:00 a.m.
Three hours?
They did have time to make an enormous pile of fried chicken. It was freaking huge. I can't imagine how many chickens had died to make it.
The two men who were there a couple of weeks ago had not done that.
Who buys fried chicken at 8:00 a.m.?
It did smell good, as it was fresh fried chicken.
It reminded me of the song "Sunday Morning Going Down", which mentions fried chicken.
I hate that song.
Oh well. I hope their lives are happy, and I hope too they get in shape a bit.
I went to Mass.
The Priest, on the way out, called me by name. It's not my parish, but I've been going there for months as I live the Priest's homilies'. They don't pull any punches.. I was surprised he knew my name. He's a very good Priest. I'll have to be a less severe sinner.
I'm often surprised when people know my name, as I'm an introvert. Frequently, people do.
On the way home, I stopped at a different gas station. I had to stretch the hose as the person inf ront of me, who was not filling up, and wasn't there, hadn't left enough room. As I was finishing up she showed up. She looked considerably older than me, but probably wasn't, and was wearing pajama bottoms.
People who wear pajama bottoms outside of their houses should be exchanged for Syrian refugees immediately. It's sloppy in the extreme and means you don't give a rats ass how you look.
We don't want to see you in your pajama bottoms.
I ran in the store to get some outdoor snacks. She came back i with some loud drama about how much she had paid, or not, for prepaid gas.
Seriously, even if you have a nearly new truck, if you go to the gas in your pajamas, we really don't care about your over, or under, payment. Put on some trousers.
I went out for ducks.
It soundly have been my dogs first time, but he died about a month ago, poor puppy. He was so lively, too much dog for me really.
I miss him. I'm not getting over his death, even though he was just a dog.
I hope dog souls, and cat souls, go to Heaven.
There were ducks, but the hurricane force winds frustrated me.
On the way out, I had to stop as a horse trailer was blocking the road and the driver, a cowboy, was yapping it tup with a hunter while parked in the middle of the road.. Off to the side, another cowboy was helping a young Native American woman mount a horse. The horse was calm, but the poor woman, about 20 years old, clearly didn't know how to mount it. Frankly, a greener horse would have been dangerous.
As it was, it was charming. The cowboy was concerned and helpful. They managed it, as I drove on, she was on the horse, proud but embarrassed.
Not all that long ago, her grandmother would have known how. That knowledge is lost quickly.
But then, not all that long ago, the grandfather of the cowboy wouldn't have helped. He did.
The whole time, a very young boy stood there with a horse. He's probably ten times the cowboy I ever was.
Friday, October 10, 2025
Saturday, October 10, 1925. The Chinese Imperial Collection.
It was, of course, a Saturday.
The Palace Museum was opened to the public in Beijing by the Republic of China. The museum was in the former Forbidden City and contained 1,170,000 pieces of artwork.
Upon the Japanese invasion in 1937, most of the collection was moved to Nanjing. During the Chinese Civil War much of the collection was moved to Taiwan, where it remains.
Game 3 of the World Series was played, leading to this:
October 10, 1925: Senators’ Sam Rice makes dazzling catch to preserve victory in Game 3 — or did he?
Last edition:
Thursday, October 8, 1925. World Series. . . both of them.
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
Monday, September 10, 1945. Eh?
Post war news items were getting a bit weird.
Mike the Headless chicken was ineffectively beheaded, and would go on to become sort of a freak show star for a brief period of time.
Life magazine featured a black and white cover photo of a UAW worker. The contents of the magazine were:
Pg… 29 The Week's Events: U. S. Occupies Japan
Pg… 42 The Week's Events: Editorial: Peace in Asia
Pg… 45 The Week's Events: King Leopold's Family
Pg… 51 The Week's Events: Black Markets Boom in Berlin
Pg… 127 The Week's Events: Lilly Dache Packs for Paris
Pg… 63 Articles: Nijinsky in Vienna, by William Walton
Pg… 112 Articles: As We May Think, by Vannevor Bush
Pg… 103 Photographic Essay: United Automobile Workers
Pg… 57 Modern Living: House for Texas
Pg… 90 Modern Living: The French Look
Pg… 61 Art: Portrait of Sylvia Sidney, by Fletcher Martin
Pg… 82 Art: Hudson River School of Painters
Pg… 75 Movies: "Uncle Harry"
Pg… 97 Sports: Grownups Spin Tops
Pg… 138 Science: Plant Cancer
Pg… 2 Other Departments: Letters to the Editors
Pg… 12 Other Departments: Speaking of Pictures: Germany's Fantastic Secret Weapons
Pg… 16 Other Departments: LIFE's Reports: "Bottoms Up" in China, by Lieut. Thomas P. Ronan
Pg… 132 Other Departments: LIFE Goes Swordfishing
Pg… 142 Other Departments: Miscellany: Seabees Give Waves a Party
Life is often remembered as a great magazine in its heyday, but it featured some pretty vapid articles. This issue's feature on The French Look informed readers that young French women had small breasts and often went braless, depicting a typical bra (on a young French woman), for those occasions in which les mademoiselles wore them. Doing that in the US, UK, or Germany would have been regarded as shockingly indecent, although it was not uncommon in the Southern European Slavic and Romance language speaking countries, which in turn contributed to the American and British views that the Italians were really primitive, and the German view that the Yugoslavians were.
In case you wonder, I ran across the Life magazine item searching this date on Twitter. I haven't pulled up the article.
I'm clueless on the truth or accuracy of that claim and not going to investigate it, but French living conditions were definitely different than American ones, with a significantly different diet. Most people and cultures today are significantly thinner than Americans are and in the 1940s the French had suffered years of near starvation conditions, so they were likely overall less bulky than Americans in every manner. A 20 year old French woman in 1945 had lived her teen years in starvation conditions and had been on pretty thing rations throughout the 1930s. She would have been smaller in every way.
Also, French clothing had been severely rationed during the Second World War and you can't wear clothes you just don't have. Americans have largely forgotten, indeed never appreciated, the extent to which World War Two causes massive food and material deficits during the Second World War.
Added to that, Americans for some reason think of the French as being Parisians, which most are not. Paris had been the center of the fashion industry since at least the mid 19th Century, but that didn't apply to most of the French. About 50% of the French were rural in 1940, down from 64% in 1920, but still a very large percentage. As late as 1960 about 40% of the French were rural.
This oddly ties into this topic as rural life isn't like urban life, including in terms of the clothing people wear. Starting in the late 19th Century French and British artists began to glamorize the agrarian life and left a fair number of romantic, but fairly realistic, paintings of it. Some British paintings of rural life show farm women working fields in the hot summer months flat out topless, something you would not associate with either the UK or British farming today. French paintings can be a shock to run across while as they're often very well done and beautiful, they also make it relatively apparent that French farm women in hot months were wearing light cotton blouses with nothing underneath them.
European agriculture was much slower to mechanize than American agriculture. The Great Depression had an enormous retarding effect on the mechanization of American agriculture and this is even more so for European agriculture, which remained largely equine or bovine powered before the end of World War Two, another thing contributing to starvation as horses were conscripted for the German Army and cows and bulls just shot and ate them. Here, however, this is significant as French men and women were working the fields largely in the same way as they had in 1918.
Brassiers are actually a French invention, makign their appearance in the 1880s, as we've discussed before, and they received a boost due to World War One, as we addressed here:
As noted, things don't change overnight. So, maybe, young women coming of age in Paris in the 1940s who had an okay income or who had parents who did, might have a more advanced clothing standard then, say, a young woman growing up in rural Normandy, even if that young woman had moved into Paris during the war.
And, shall we noted this, in 1914-1918 Americans had been absolutely charmed by the French, and American men had been charmed by French women. But those men were largely rural and they were meeting women who were largely rural. In 1918, 20% of American homes had full indoor plumbing, meaning most did not. By World War Two most Americans homes did, although quite a few very rural ones did not. Most Americans were no longer rural by 1945.
In 1940 only 5% of French homes had indoor plumbing. The percentage for Italy was lower.
5%.
Perhaps not too surprisingly, therefore, lots of American troops were fairly horrified by the French, contrary to the way we like to remember it, when they started landing on French soil in 1944. The French, to put it mildly, smelled. And if the French smelled, the Italians smelled worse, with Italian women wearing cotton dresses in hot weather in which their upper lady bits flopped out, combined with omitting shoes and going around in bare feet. They were hopelessly primitive, in American eyes (which as noted is how the Germans found the Yugoslavians).
Anyhow, if you don't have indoor plumbing, you aren't going to be able to easily frequently wash your clothes and if you can omit something, you probably are going to.
Additionally, if you live in those conditions, and those of the 30s and early 40s, you are probably 40% underweight, smoke cigarettes constantly, have a large percentage of your caloric intake depending on alcohol, and you smell bad.
That's okay if everyone you associate with also is underweight and unwashed.
Things weren't like imagine them to be back then. Glamorous French women? Sure, on their own terms in the conditions in which they found themselves.
Life today is now a sort of special issue magazine featuring photographs. It's very large size format always existed, but it was originally a weekly and was so until 1972. It's big competitor was Look, which ceased publication in 1971. That both of these magazines took a hit in the early 1970s is really interesting is at long predates the Internet, which would otherwise be blamed for it.
Anyhow, Life was always a photo magazine, of which there were several others. It was a serious one, but right from its onset in 1936 (interesting to note it came out during the Great Depression) it frequently featured cheesecake, running racy photographs of actresses and semi undressed women on the guise of discussing clothing or fashion. Some of the photographs even today are shocking if you are not anticipating them. In 1953 it went full pornography for the first time running a nude of Marilyn Monroe which would be the same photograph used as the very first Playboy centerfold in 1953. The excuse, and probably the actual motivation, for that is that by doing that it was attempting to save the career of Monroe, who would be scandalized if her nude, taken in the late 1940s before she was a well known and up and coming actress, appeared first in a pornographic magazine, but still there's the only difference between the two publications of the image is the purpose the magazines served.
Anyhow, this is interesting in that Life and Look were general publication magazines that were outright flirting with cheesecake very early on, showing an (unfortunate) evolution on community standards. We've looked at this in the past, but this is certainly good evidence that whatever was going on in the culture was going on before World War Two and before the 1950s.
The Allied Control Commission decided to transmit to all neutral states a request for the return to Germany of "all German officials and obnoxious Germans".
Sweden resumed allowing foreign warships to enter its territorial waters.
MacArthur ordered the dissolution of the Imperial general headquarters and imposed censorship on the press.
The Shangdang Campaign began in the Chinese Civil War between the Eighth Route Army and Kuomintang troops led by Yan Xishan in what is now Shanxi Province, China.
The Indonesian Navy was founded.
The USS Midway was Commissioned
José Feliciano was born in Lares, Puerto Rico.
Related threads:
Clothing: It was because of World War One.
Last edition:
Friday, September 7, 1945. Green River Railroad Bridge Fire. A final and unnoticed parade.
Friday, August 29, 2025
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
The Cost Meter. A Trade War Index.
Petroleum: $61.78/bbl (Wyoming crude become unecomic at $59.00/bbl).
Coal: Coal 99.40/ton
Coffee (USd/Lbs) 372.60.
Levis at Penny's: $55.65.
April 7, 2025
Petroleum: 60.80/bbl.
One of Trump's minions cited this, fwiw, as evidence that inflation isn't kicking in and things are fine. On the contrary, the price of petroleum is dropping on fears of a recession. A recession reduces oil consumption.
Indeed, because of the bizarre nature of tariffs, trading prices on some things in general may go down, while the price rises for Americans.
April 8, 2025
From the Wall Street Journal yesterday:
It's about $61/bbl this mooring.
cont:
$58.10. Below marketability in Wyoming.
April 9, 2025
Oil opening this morning:
56.03
April 10, 2025
Despite the strong relief rally on Wednesday, following President Trump’s 90-day pause of tariff hikes on most countries except China, the U.S. benchmark oil price is now lower than the breakeven for the shale industry to profitably drill a new well.
OilPrice.com
West Texas is $59.16/bbl.
April 11, 2025
U.S. reached a new record-high of $6.23 per dozen.
Oil is opening at 60.10/bbl.
May 2, 2025
Oil and Natural Gas.
WTI Crude 58.57 -0.67 -1.13%
Brent Crude 61.49 -0.64 -1.03%
Murban Crude 61.41 -0.93 -1.49%
Natural Gas 3.502 +0.023 +0.66%
A note, below $59.00, US crude doesn't move.
The inflation rate right now is 2.39% with the tariffs about to hit.
May 6, 2025
WTI Crude • 58.28 +1.15 +2.01%
Brent Crude • 61.39 +1.16 +1.93%
Murban Crude • 62.20 +2.24 +3.74%
Natural Gas • 3.594 +0.044 +1.24%
Coal: 98.50/ton
Coffee: 388.45
Levis: $55.65.
May 16, 2025
WTI Crude 61.95 +0.33 +0.54%
Brent Crude 64.88 +0.35 +0.54%
Natural Gas 3.345 -0.017 -0.51%
Coal: 99.00/ton
Coffee (USd/Lbs) 373.79
August 27, 2025
A pound of ground roast coffee now averages $8.41, up 33% from last year, according to the New York Times.
WTI Crude: $63.91/bbl.
Brent Crude: $66.79/bbl.
Coal: $99.75/ton.
Gee. . . doesn't seem like prices are going down.









