Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Lancaster, California-Mayor wants to brighten up the Mojave Desert city by broadcasting recorded bird songs.
LANCASTER, Calif. -- It may sound like a bird-brained idea, but the mayor of Lancaster wants to brighten up the Mojave Desert city by broadcasting recorded bird songs.
R. Rex Parris proposed the idea during his State of the City talk on Monday.
The Antelope Valley Press says Parris wants to play the bird chatter from loudspeakers on Lancaster Boulevard. The mayor says there's science to show that listening to birdsong makes people happier.
On other topics, the mayor says Lancaster must continue its drive to become a research capital for solar and alternative energy.
Parris is known for his flamboyant ideas. He got a law passed giving the city the right to castrate pit bulls, ordered city officials to learn Mandarin in a bid to woo Chinese business, and riled some people by saying he was growing Lancaster into a Christian community.
R. Rex Parris proposed the idea during his State of the City talk on Monday.
The Antelope Valley Press says Parris wants to play the bird chatter from loudspeakers on Lancaster Boulevard. The mayor says there's science to show that listening to birdsong makes people happier.
On other topics, the mayor says Lancaster must continue its drive to become a research capital for solar and alternative energy.
Parris is known for his flamboyant ideas. He got a law passed giving the city the right to castrate pit bulls, ordered city officials to learn Mandarin in a bid to woo Chinese business, and riled some people by saying he was growing Lancaster into a Christian community.
Read more: http://www.sacbee.com/2011/01/27/3358008/lancaster-mayor-wants-to-broadcast.html#ixzz1CY9UH1ZO Amazing! Bird sounds from the lyre bird - David Attenborough - BBC wildlife
ZAC BROWN - COLDER WEATHER
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Michael Vick’s dog finds loving home - Best Friends News
"...Wow. Did we mention he’s getting better at asking for things? Handsome Dan was afraid of his own shadow when he first came to Best Friends from Michael Vick’s estate. After all the love and care Handsome Dan experienced at the Sanctuary, then eighteen months later in such a loving home, those days are gone forever. He has most certainly hit his stride..." read story here
Friday, January 28, 2011
Pink Floyd - Mother
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in
Momma will always find out where you've been
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Stand back, he bites: British fisherman grapples with ferocious 'giant piranha'... which has been known to eat CROCODILES
"British angler Jeremy Wade looks understandably anxious as he grapples with this ferocious-looking 'giant piranha'.
The 52-year-old caught the aptly-named goliath tigerfish during a fishing expedition up the Congo River in Africa.
The brave fisherman was forced to hold the fish at arms-length for fear of being bitten by its razor-sharp teeth while posing with it for the camera...."read here
The 52-year-old caught the aptly-named goliath tigerfish during a fishing expedition up the Congo River in Africa.
Missing cat Thomas back after four years
"A BELOVED pet cat has been reunited with its owners an incredible four years after the mischievous moggy went missing.
Teenager Nathan Lucas and parents Malcolm and Anita were heartbroken when pure white kitten Thomas disappeared back in 2007.
They searched tirelessly for days but were eventually resigned to the fact the kitty was lost forever.
But now Thomas is back where he belongs after his owners spotted him on the RSPCA’s website for rescued pets.
Mr Lucas today explained how the story unfolded – although where Thomas had been all those years is a mystery..."read here
Teenager Nathan Lucas and parents Malcolm and Anita were heartbroken when pure white kitten Thomas disappeared back in 2007.
They searched tirelessly for days but were eventually resigned to the fact the kitty was lost forever.
But now Thomas is back where he belongs after his owners spotted him on the RSPCA’s website for rescued pets.
Mr Lucas today explained how the story unfolded – although where Thomas had been all those years is a mystery..."read here
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
World’s only tree which grows upside-down
"The tree above is a gravitropic mutant, with the root and the stem swapping growth directions. This is probably the only known tree in the world that grows downwards. It grows in Italy in the remains of a cellar..." upside-down tree
A real dogsbody: Super hound helps dress owner, does her washing… and even pays for the groceries
By rohitsingh
The four-year-old pooch does all of owner Sue Line’s shopping and washing – and can even pay for her groceries..."read here
Posted on 06 Jan 2011 at 10:37pm
"Four-year-old Sandie has proved she really is a girl’s best friend – by learning to do all of her owner’s housework.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Amish Skiing Behind Buggy
The Amish: history, beliefs,
practices, conflicts, etc.http://www.religioustolerance.org/amish.htm
The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert William Service
photo
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,
where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam
'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold
seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way
that he'd "sooner live in hell".
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze
till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one
to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight
in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead
were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he,
"I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you
won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no;
then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread
of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last need is a thing to heed,
so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn;
but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all
that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death,
and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid,
because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:
"You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you
to cremate those last remains."
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb,
in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight,
while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—
O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay
seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent
and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,
but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing,
and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,
and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry,
"is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor,
and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around,
and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—
such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like
to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled,
and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about
ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said:
"I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked";
. . . then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm."
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.http://www.sffaudio.com/?p=21255
There are strange things done in the midnight sunBy the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,
where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam
'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold
seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way
that he'd "sooner live in hell".
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze
till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one
to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight
in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead
were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he,
"I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you
won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no;
then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread
of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last need is a thing to heed,
so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn;
but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day
of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all
that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death,
and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid,
because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say:
"You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you
to cremate those last remains."
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb,
in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight,
while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—
O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay
seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent
and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad,
but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing,
and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,
and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
it was called the "Alice May".
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry,
"is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor,
and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around,
and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—
such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like
to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled,
and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled
down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak
went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about
ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said:
"I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked";
. . . then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm."
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.http://www.sffaudio.com/?p=21255
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A funny winter video
photo
This is a video about winter mishaps: people falling through ice, cars failing to stop on ice and some misadventures that made me smile.
This is a video about winter mishaps: people falling through ice, cars failing to stop on ice and some misadventures that made me smile.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Seizure sparks tilt with SPCA
On Monday, Dolores LaPlante received an injunction against the Saskatchewan Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA), preventing it from taking any further action on the animals seized from her home. The animals remain at the Saskatoon SPCA or under the care of veterinarians.
"The emergency injunction my lawyer helped me get ensures that the animals cannot be disposed of or destroyed, given away or anything like that," said LaPlante..."read here
'Wally', the dog, gets stuck between two walls
"The dog had managed to squeeze itself into a six inch space between two buildings and was unable to move.
Rescuers found the Shar-Pei mix completely stuck and spent an hour freeing him from the tight spot in Cathedral City, California.
The four-year-old dog was pulled out weak and dehydrated but was immediately revived - with a bean-and-cheese burrito.
He was later given the all clear by vets who also gave him the nickname Wally while his owner is traced.
John Walsh, of Riverside County Animal Control, said: 'Wally got wedged between parallel cinder-block walls.
'We managed to knock out enough of the blocks to, well, free Wally. He may have been chasing a cat or a rabbit when he got stuck. "read here
A dog takes its loyalty to the grave in Brazil
"A dog, "Leao", sits for a second consecutive day, next to the grave of her owner, Cristina Maria Cesario Santana, who died in the week's catastrophic landslides in Brazil, at the cemetery in Teresopolis, near Rio de Janiero, on Jan. 15. Brazilians braced for more rain Saturday, fearing further landslides after walls of muddy water tore through towns and claimed some 550 lives in the country's worst flood disaster on record."Photo Blog "I think anyone who has ever owned a dog will probably get a lump in his or her throat upon viewing this picture. I know I did. See more from the flooding and landslides in Brazil here."
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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Sask Alley Cat Allies-Display Cancelled Due To An Emergency
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It is with great sadness that I have to tell you that SACA is under attack by the both the Saskatchewan and Saskatoon SPCAs. They did, sometime during the 12th of January 2011, willfully break in to the shelter in Elrose while knowing volunteers were busy in Saskatoon at a display for the cats. They broke the back door right off its frame like you see in a drug bust. Five SPCA staff and one vet on their payroll then determined the shelter was not up to their standards and the animals should be removed immediately. I beat myself up imagining the fear of these cats, running away from these loud strangers, looking for places to hide. With nets, gloves and rabies poles, the animals were hunted down over a period of hours. Furniture was tipped over with no regard to its value, litter boxes tipped over along with water dishes. The sick animals in quarantine kennels had no chance of escape and were shoved into kennels with no care to their conditions.
My dog Jasper, in the outdoor run, would have been the first to be shoved into a cage in the back of the their vehicles. Barking with fear, not knowing who these strangers were or where I was to protect him.It is with great sadness that I have to tell you that SACA is under attack by the both the Saskatchewan and Saskatoon SPCAs. They did, sometime during the 12th of January 2011, willfully break in to the shelter in Elrose while knowing volunteers were busy in Saskatoon at a display for the cats. They broke the back door right off its frame like you see in a drug bust. Five SPCA staff and one vet on their payroll then determined the shelter was not up to their standards and the animals should be removed immediately. I beat myself up imagining the fear of these cats, running away from these loud strangers, looking for places to hide. With nets, gloves and rabies poles, the animals were hunted down over a period of hours. Furniture was tipped over with no regard to its value, litter boxes tipped over along with water dishes. The sick animals in quarantine kennels had no chance of escape and were shoved into kennels with no care to their conditions.As I got home later that night, you can imagine the horror as I walk into my home to find it ransacked. On the counter was a note from the SPCA. "We were here and have your animals. You have 3 days to get them back or they will be killed as is our right." I was in shock. Surely they couldn't do this, it wasn't right. But right or wrong, it happened. As I walked down stairs I looked at more devastation and damage - tipped over litter boxes, spilled water dishes, boxes and storage containers along with scratching posts and cat condos piled into large piles. The basement door, not able to close completely as drywall, insulation and framing stuck out from the walls or laid on the floor nearby.
A few cats had managed to escape and snuck out from their hiding places. Fear and confusion were in their eyes. They didn't understand anymore than I did how this could have happened. We could only huddle together for comfort as the shock of the situation sank in. The SPCA for years has been trying to remove the competition, but I always believed justice would prevail. It was determined the following day that the stolen animals were in Saskatoon. I was told had 3 days to pay the fine of $10,000 to get them back or they could be killed after Monday. Some of the animals that were with me have already been adopted but they too cannot go back to their owners without sharing in the fine.
According to them they believe the animals were in distress. The 7 turtles (over 30 years old) were taken as well as the 5 foot igauna Chubchub who has lived with me for 12 years.
Many of you have adopted or seen our animals for adoption, some shall we say on the full figure side. Did they seem distressed? Earlier in December some of the donated cat food may have been contaminated and this caused a mass outbreak of diarrhea. As 2010 was the busiest ever for Alley Cats with record numbers of cats and kittens coming in, I must admit to being a bit overwhelmed. Not all the cats were making it to the litter boxes and not all the messes could be cleaned immediately. The first priority when I was home was to clean kennels for the worst infected, medicate and keep the cats supplied with food and water at all times. This included the wild cats in runs outside. The turtle tank was cleaned mid-December as well, yet the SPCA said they didn't think the water looked clear enough to them. Even though it is an 180 gallon tank, I can see right down to the bottom. Perhaps their eyesight is not so good. Dishes and laundry had fallen behind.
I've asked to show them which cats are being medicated for what, but they will not let me into their shelter to see or comfort the animals including my dog Jasper. They said my opinion was of no value to them and a vet would determine who got treated for what.
I have met with lawyers and will attempt to get an injunction to prevent the SPCA from killing any of the animals. This matter will cost a lot of money, but I believe these animals are worth it. I have always said an animal doesn't die because he has to but because no one cared if he lived. Do you care? Will your life be disturbed if these animals get put down. Will you feel good about yourself if you help them? Do you support Alley Cats and what they stand for or do you agree with the SPCA and their right? We need help now, I can't fight this battle on my own. The future of SACA is up to you. I feel dead inside from all this, but I will find the strength somehow if you will help me. This is our 15th year and we have rescued over 5,000 cats and have put down less than 5%. Does that mean anything? The SPCA kills 75% of their animals every year, will these cats be just another victim in their long list? There is only a couple days left. Please let me know if you can help. God help us all.
Dolores La Plante
306-378-2524
Saskatchewan Alley Cat Allies
1996 - 2010http://www.saskalleycats.ca/
- K Jans
said... - I would just like to say that everything written here absolutely disgusts me. I live in Elrose and the SPCA was justified and then some in going into Dolores' home WITH A WARRANT! and removing those poor animals. for 1 she had way to many animals in that cramped tiny home and she was fasting her cats because of lack of food. If someone wouldn't feed 1 animal in their house cause of lack of food the spca would come in to our place too. this was not an attack, but a rescue! If you could see the conditions of the house or "shelter" as Dolores put it, you would be in udder disgust. the smell of feces and urine in the air and on a breezy day can be smelt all around town. the garbage and litter boxes piled up out side is disgusting. I imagine now with all the newpeople showing up at her place for an interview today, she will have been attempting to clean, but that smell will be in the house still. She's had people that needed to get into her house to do something and they had to wear hazmat suits, so you tell me if thats a suitable environment for sheltering animals. I think not.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Scientists create GM 'superchicken' that doesn’t spread bird flu
cartoon
By David Derbyshire
Last updated at 9:00 AM on 14th January 2011
"A genetically modified 'superchicken' that doesn't spread deadly bird flu has been developed by scientists.
The bird is intended to prevent the outbreaks of avian influenza which lead to millions of birds being culled.
It could also stop new strains of flu mutating in domestic fowl and spreading to people, leading to killer worldwide pandemics..." read here
By David DerbyshireLast updated at 9:00 AM on 14th January 2011
"A genetically modified 'superchicken' that doesn't spread deadly bird flu has been developed by scientists.
The bird is intended to prevent the outbreaks of avian influenza which lead to millions of birds being culled.
It could also stop new strains of flu mutating in domestic fowl and spreading to people, leading to killer worldwide pandemics..." read here
Music- Unchained Dreams
Whoever wants music instead of noise,
joy instead of pleasure,
soul instead of gold,
creative work instead of business,
passion instead of foolery,
finds no home in this trivial world of ours.
Hermann Hesse
joy instead of pleasure,
soul instead of gold,
creative work instead of business,
passion instead of foolery,
finds no home in this trivial world of ours.
Hermann Hesse
Music isn’t just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction.
It’s a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it’s joy.
Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief.
Is it too much to think that perhaps
God speaks to us sometimes through music?
How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?
Orson Scott Card
It’s a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it’s joy.
Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief.
Is it too much to think that perhaps
God speaks to us sometimes through music?
How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?
Orson Scott Card
There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Lord Byron
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Lord Byron
The earth has music for those who listen.
William Shakespeare http://joniew.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/music/
William Shakespeare http://joniew.wordpress.com/2011/01/12/music/
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Fleetwood Mac - Dreams
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
The Eagle by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.~John Barrymore
Media Slow To Show WikiLeaks Justified Iraq War
01/05/2011
"While the media have been quick to run with WikiLeaks’ U.S. State Department cable releases to undermine Washington’s efforts to effect stability in unstable parts of the world, it is slow, if not silent, in giving credit where credit is due. Although other credible sources confirmed it before WikiLeaks did, in receiving similar disinterested responses from the media, it should be clear now that President Bush’s concerns about Saddam Hussein’s weapons of mass destruction (WMD) program were well-founded..."continue reading
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