Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future,

http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/norton.html

BUIRNT NORTON
(No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')

T.S. Eliot

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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

II

Garlic and sapphires in the mud
Clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars
Ascend to summer in the tree
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
But reconciled among the stars.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror.
Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.
Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.

III

Here is a place of disaffection
Time before and time after
In a dim light: neither daylight
Investing form with lucid stillness
Turning shadow into transient beauty
With slow rotation suggesting permanence
Nor darkness to purify the soul
Emptying the sensual with deprivation
Cleansing affection from the temporal.
Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before and time after.
Eructation of unhealthy souls
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.

Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.

IV

Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.
Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis
Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray
Clutch and cling?

Chill
Fingers of yew be curled
Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing
Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still
At the still point of the turning world.

V

Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.

The detail of the pattern is movement,
As in the figure of the ten stairs.
Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.

WSJ on selling books: trailers (like movies) on the net

google the mentioned clips, you are bound to find one, the first one from the article is below the below....

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Wall Street Journal

Watch This Book In bid to boost sales, authors try viral videos; Plugging a novel on roller skates

By LAUREN MECHLING
June 7, 2008;
Page W1

Meg Cabot, best-selling author of "The Princess Diaries," regularly posts videos of herself online performing puppet shows with Barbie and Madame Alexander dolls. Jodi Picoult, author of another best-seller, "Nineteen Minutes," stars in home-movie style videos that show her hanging out with her family and shopping for groceries. Chuck Palahniuk, known for edgy novels like "Fight Club," has staged a video interview with the fictional main character of his new book.
In a book industry flooded with titles and facing sluggish sales, a growing number of authors are going to dramatic lengths to attract attention. The latest tactic: producing and starring in zany videos aimed at the YouTube audience.

Publishing houses strongly encourage the practice, though some authors find the videos undignified. Thriller writer Vince Flynn says he felt "like a dork" when he recently recorded a book trailer in Central Park. "I know a lot of old-school writers resent it," says Paul Aiken, executive director of the Authors Guild. "But it might help sell books."

David Wellington, author of vampire novel "Thirteen Bullets," speaks to WSJ's Lauren Mechling about how he created a short film to promote his book.

Some authors and publishers have even recruited star power for the videos. Oscar-nominated filmmaker Alfonso Cuarón ("Children of Men") agreed to direct the trailer for his friend Naomi Klein's latest book, "The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism," for a few thousand dollars, part of the promotion budget that her publisher, Penguin UK, had put aside for the book. The arresting seven-minute-long film, which uses archival footage and original animation, doubles as an ad for Ms. Klein's book and a cry against trickle-down economics. Mike Vogel, a star of the horror movie "Cloverfield," appeared in one of four trailers made for the chick-lit title "Celebutantes" by Amanda Goldberg and Ruthanna Khalighi Hopper.

There is scant evidence, however, that the average book trailer actually has much impact on book sales. Despite Doubleday's recent video upload for the self-help book "We Plan, God Laughs," by Sherre Hirsch, the book has sold only about 3,000 copies, according to Nielsen BookScan, which tracks about 70% of U.S. book sales. And even though Jami Attenberg's trailer for her novel "The Kept Man" is reminiscent of Miranda July's short films, only 3,000 copies of Ms. Attenberg's recent book have sold. Most trailers cost about $2,000 to produce.

"In some cases, we don't even expect it to increase sales at all," says Carolyn K. Reidy, president and CEO of Simon & Schuster, which has doubled its investment in video content since it started making trailers last year. "It's almost a gift to the audience, and hopefully it makes them buy the next book." Industrywide, book sales rose slightly to nearly $28 billion last year, but sales growth has been slow in recent years.

READY FOR THEIR CLOSE-UPS

From mock interviews to puppet shows, four authors take different approaches to the book trailer.

Jodi Picoult The author of 'Nineteen Minutes' makes trailers that resemble
home movies, showing her everyday life.

Chuck Palahniuk For his latest trailer, the author performed a mock
interview with the protagonist of his new novel, 'Snuff.'

Meg Cabot The 'Princess Diaries' creator uploads videos of herself
performing puppet shows with dolls.

Naomi Klein Oscar-nominated director Alfonso Cuarón made the trailer
for Ms. Klein's book 'The Shock Doctrine.'

Jen Lancaster's publicist suggested that she film a trailer to promote her latest memoir "Such a Pretty Fat," which could be sent out to television producers. The trailer, which shows the Chicago author wearing gym clothes and collapsing on her face during a personal training session, seems to have paid off: Her publicist was able to use it to book morning-show appearances for every stop on her 14-city book tour.

An industry is springing up to support the video boom. Circle of Seven Productions, a Brentwood, Calif.-based production company specializing in book trailers, had more than 100 clients last year, up from about a dozen in 2005. TurnHere, a two-year-old Emeryville, Calif.-based production company, has deals with Simon & Schuster, Penguin Group, Hachette and Chronicle Books. And HarperCollins has cut out the middleman; the publisher just built a book-trailer studio in its offices and says it hopes to churn out 500 author videos this year. (HarperCollins is a unit of News Corp., which also owns Dow Jones & Co., publisher of The Wall Street Journal.)

In March, the Barnes & Noble Web site launched "B and N Studio," a channel devoted to book trailers and original book-related content, like "Book Obsessed," a documentary series that focuses on book fanatics and the "Meet the Writers" author-interview series. In the fall of 2006, Borders began aggressively filling its Web site with "book entertainment" and now features everything from a library of regular book trailers to red-carpet reports from premieres of adaptations like "Atonement" and "The Other Boleyn Girl."

There are a few cases where the gamble has paid off. Last year, Harper Perennial created three videos to promote "The Average American Male," a novel about an unnamed man in his late 20s who plays videogames and holds his "annoying girlfriend" in contempt. The trio of videos, meant to offer a window into what gallant-seeming men are supposedly "really thinking," has garnered several hundred thousand views on YouTube, plus more on MySpace and other sites. The book has sold about 25,000 copies to date, according to Nielsen BookScan.

Mr. Cuarón's trailer for Ms. Klein's "Shock Doctrine" broke the half-million mark and the book has sold 89,000 copies, according to Nielsen BookScan. But it's far more typical for a book trailer to attract a few hundred views, and even those that capture viewers don't necessarily soar to the best-seller lists.

Some authors are working in reverse order, creating book trailers before they secure book deals. Doug Levitt, a Los Angeles songwriter who says he finds his material while riding the Greyhound bus, has produced two videos showcasing his yet-to-be-signed book project, "Greyhound Diaries," which he has self-published.

Making a promotional video can involve sacrificing some personal dignity. Marc Acito, a 42-year-old writer from Portland, Ore., recently roller-skated around Central Park for about an hour, describing his new book, "Attack of the Theater People" to a videographer. Suddenly, he lost control and went flying down a hill, where he bounced off a tree, let out a pained-sounding "Ow!" and ended up splayed in a pool of mud. Undeterred, Mr. Acito picked himself up and kept talking about his novel. "Words were coming out of my mouth," he recalls, "but in my mind I was thinking, 'This is what you have to do to sell a book.' "

Write to Lauren Mechling at lauren.mechling@wsj.com


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!!!!!!!!!!! VAMPIRE BOOK PROMOTIONAL VIDEO:

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Such HORROR! -braised squirrel with watercress

I see why the colonists revolted. Such barbarity!,
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Taste: The Story of Britain Through Its Cooking' by Kate Colquhoun (Bloomsbury) is available for £18 + £1.25 p&p. To order, call Telegraph Books on 0870 428 4112 or visit books.telegraph.co.uk

I began to salivate at the sight of a happy couple of squirrels cavorting in my tiny inner-city garden, and was transfixed by squirrel traps

First, catch your squirrel...

Kate Colquhoun

Last Updated: 12:01am BST 28/05/2008

Kate Colquhoun goes nuts for the latest culinary trend

This summer, there's only one dish to serve at dinner parties: squirrel.

	Culinary delight: grey squirrel is becoming a vastly popular dish

Low in fat, the grey "tree rats" are seasonally available (between winter hibernations), sustainable (there are an estimated two million running around Britain) and easy on food miles, so they tick all the right green boxes. They're also a patriotic meat to have on your plate - eat a grey squirrel and you're improving the odds of the vastly outnumbered native reds.

I wanted to try squirrel for myself - but bringing Tufty to the table can be a time-consuming mission. The meat is selling faster than butchers can get it, not least because it is currently nesting season. Ever since Kingsley Village Butchers in Fraddon, Cornwall, began offering grey squirrel two months ago, it has shifted up to a dozen a day.

Normally, we Brits are almost uniquely squeamish about unfamiliar meat. Even during the food shortages of the Second World War, Ministry of Food recipes for squirrel soup and rook pie were broadly ignored, and horse meat only intermittently filtered on to the black market.

Mrs Tiggywinkle is safe for a while longer, if for no other reason than that coating a hedgehog in clay and burying it in the embers of an open fire is not the most convenient of urban culinary techniques.

Surely squirrels would be easy in comparison? My calls to some of the finest game butchers in London were countered by a sharp intake of breath (Mayfair), laddish mirth (Chiswick) and a promise to call me back from Holland Park (they didn't). The redoubtable Oxford butcher Fellers offered to send out a huntsman especially, but that seemed rather excessive - and my budget certainly wasn't up to it.

I began to salivate at the sight of a happy couple of squirrels cavorting in my tiny inner-city garden, and was transfixed by squirrel traps on the web. Never had the old cookery book directive "First, catch your hare" carried quite such force. Leaping to the rescue came Kingsley Village Butchers, the butchers who had started the trend.

After just a couple of calls, they dispatched three West Country squirrels, packed in ice and sent by special courier to the capital - instantly transforming them into the most expensive rodents in Britain.

As for recipes, the internet is stuffed with instructions: braised squirrel with watercress, squirrel pasty, fricassée, tandoori… One particularly recherché suggestion was for nettle ravioli with squirrel and wild mushroom filling.

My 1961 copy of the Thirties American classic The Joy of Cooking suggested stuffing and roasting them - recipes that hung optimistically between those for opossum and bear.

There were also diagrams for skinning squirrel - one foot braced down on the tail while the fur is peeled away with both hands, rather like pulling the water-logged wellies off a toddler. This gave me pause; even dedicated foodie as I am, I began to falter. So I enlisted the assistance of Simon Cherry - all-round good game cook and owner of the Carpenter's Arms in west London, which has just been named best gastropub in the new Good Food Guide for London.

Despite spotting an intriguing recipe for Peking duck-style squirrel pancakes, we decided to try out a more straightforward squirrel and bacon casserole, courtesy of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall's A Cook on the Wild Side. I also saved a few slivers for Thomasina Myers's recipe for squirrel popcorn.

Squirrel flesh is mostly on the back legs, and the saddle is so lean as to be almost fleshless, so you'll need a fair few to feed a family. At £3 to £4 for one, the shop-bought variety is hardly an obvious answer to keeping the lid on an escalating grocery bill.

But it's easy to joint, and Hugh's casserole, with onion, garlic, parsley, stock and white wine, seemed to possess an appropriate rural simplicity. Once done, it was sweet, aromatic, hardly "gamey" in the slightest, and the meat was pleasingly un-rubbery.

As for squirrel popcorn - slivers of meat dipped in soy, then arrowroot, fried in vegetable oil and lightly scattered with crushed fennel seed, allspice, salt and fresh sage - let's just say the results did not look good. But they proved unexpectedly delicious: softly puffed, lightly crunchy, tender and aromatic.

If it weren't so fiddly to get so little flesh off the carcass, it could rival any drinks party nibble.

• 'Taste: The Story of Britain Through Its Cooking' by Kate Colquhoun (Bloomsbury) is available for £18 + £1.25 p&p. To order, call Telegraph Books on 0870 428 4112 or visit books.telegraph.co.uk

On the Web - where videos go to die; & get cosmopolitan

the YOUTUBE missing, an obit page:

Everyone has something from youtube, even without the internet the clips make their way to the evening news. I saw it, now its gone!

but things vanish from youtube (like CNN segments have vanished into an Orwellian memory hole now and then). Things from CNN that pop up vanish, pirated bits of movies vanish, segments of SNL appear for a few days then are pulled. A student puts up something about school and after a few days it goes..... by the student's own choice or the youtube thought police.

Now you can track your lost faves! http://youtomb.mit.edu/ yes, you tomb, the tracker and explainer of yanked videos. Be it for copyright violation, terms of use violation, or the posters own choice.

AND make friends, the web has a thousand ways to meet people, some meetings may last longer than with meetmyplanet:

http://www.meetmyplanet.com/

MeetmyPlanet is a website that links travelers abroad to the locals in the area.
The goal is to connect travelers who wish to meet people from the area with
locals who want to get to know foreigners in their country. To get started, site
users search for the country or specific city where they wish to meet people.
From there, they are provided a list of profiles of people in that area, along
with their gender, age, spoken languages, and various other bits of interesting
personal information. Users also may specify on their profiles whether they can
host travelers in their homes. Users then are free to add other users as
friends, or send them messages to set up meetings. (from http://www.killerstartups.com/Social-Networking/MeetmyPlanetcom---Connecting-Locals-with-Travlers/ )

http://www.meetmyplanet.com/

I've read of house swaps with tourists (arranged by companies that do background checks) to cut costs and GIVE A REAL LIFE EXPERIENCE and thought that was interesting. (Paul would never stay with anyone he knows, yet someone he does not know -- so this is not for everyone).

Of course if a Count from the Carpathian Mountains emails you, or a guy name Mengele from Brazil you might want to meet in a well lit mall food court!

so let's go surfing!

if you rely on youtube as a source for your blog videos they can vanish (pulled by user, pulled by the legit owner, pulled by youtube for 'terms violation)

so this may be there a day, a year, forever (youtube 'forever')




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but this, that I 'liberated' from youtube is 'mine' on my hard drive, and on this blog (until google removes it - but do they know I am even here?)

Beach Boys - Surf in USA 1969

Alan Moore on V for Vendetta

Alan Moore talks - 01 - V For Vendetta

the mind behind it, the motives for it....






watch more with Moore: http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=CD8A370BD4702DB9

for more:

www.alanmooreinterview.co.uk/
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Tim McGraw - Live Like You Were Dying

As a rule I don't care for Country Music. No, not a rule, in general I don't care for country.

But today, driving home, in the little Audi, with its 6 BOSE speakers 'cranked up' as juvenile delinquents would have said 30 years, ago I heard a song, and the lyrics hit me: "I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me," played. Ah, to be in my early 40s. Hell, mid 40s! That directional, 'before me,' before would be the first 40 years, a lot of life after me doesn't sound good tho. [ I also blasted 'she's real fine my

(earlier this evening paul was reading a job description and declared me too old, too dumb, and too something else -- I have forgotten the 3rd blow, so 'old' might be on the dot)

LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING is ...
Like that list of things before you die or turn 92 (which ever comes last). Read Don Quixote maybe (Cervantes wrote it in his late 50s -- there is hope).



Tim McGraw - Live Like You Were Dying

Verse 1
He said I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me
And one moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most of the next days, looking at the x-rays
Talking bout' the options and talking bout' sweet times.
I asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end
How's it hit 'cha when you get that kind of news?
Man what did ya do?
He said

Chorus
I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin'

Verse 2
He said I was finally the husband, that most the time I wasn't
And I became a friend, a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden goin' fishin, wasn't such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I finally read the good book, and I took a good long hard look
At what I'd do if I could do it all again
And then

Chorus
I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Shu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denyin'
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin'

Bridge
Like tomorrow was the end
And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it
What should you do with it
What can I do with it
What would I do with it

Skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And man I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin'
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin'

To live like you were dyin' (4x)




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over a million and half people have watched this video . . . but the live one is funner, more real...





LIVE, the REAL THING:

Get Around (my 409) by the Beachboys, well let's contemporize it, by the RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS:

time to find SEIZE THE DAY, by Saul B. (but I am in such a ROTH MOOD).

-be well
jb

Connect with the Planet

I took a brief look,

http://www.livenewscameras.com/

it looks kind of fun.
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Winter to Spring (still spring): MIDWEST CONTRASTS . . . . there is HOPE

December 2007
fast forward to:

May 2008 (less than 6 months)

I planted bulbs from Home depot 3 weeks ago:

The azelias look like fires:!

A closeup of the Lillies of the Valley (a song, Lilly of the Valley?)

I have yet to see lightning bugs (fireflies, luciernagas) but am eager anticipation. It still gets to the 40s at night so I am waiting to hang my humminb bird feeder (I hear they make excellent pie fillings!).

How is spring there? We have planted seeds in little cups; and have a few more bulbs to stick in the ground (Iris's, Lilly of the Valley, Lillies (large), ferns..... have have been stuck in the ground already).

ITS SO GREEN:

This is what I thought nature was last May; Flowers in the median of MICHIGAN AVENUE.

Amazing, and the colors.

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Akron v. Chicago a bit of difference

A woman on a Chicago sidewalk in 2003. In front of Nieman Marcus.

Here, in AKRON, on our street, no sidewalks. I did not get a picture sadly, OF A woman racewalking this morning.

A light drizzle, she was wearing a SHOWER CAP. a SHOWER CAP!!

and here, the Chicago grand dame:


where is Elsa Klensch? remember her? http://www.elsaklensch.com/ she used to be on CNN. AKRON could kill her!
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keep dry....
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Just For Laughs

click the play icon:

"The Golden Girls: The Way We Met (#1.25)" (1986)

Rose Nylund: This is exactly what happened during the Great Herring War.
Blanche Devereaux: The Great Herring War?

Rose Nylund: Yes, between the Lindstroms and the Johanssons.
Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: Oh, THAT Great Herring War.

Rose Nylund: The two families controlled the most fertile herring waters off the coast of Norway, so naturally, it seemed like it would be in their best interest to band together. Oh, boy, was that a mistake. You see, they couldn't agree on what to do with the herring.

Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: Oh, well that's understandable. I mean, the possibilities are overwhelming.

Rose Nylund: Exactly. The Johanssons wanted to pickle the herring, and the Lindstroms wanted to train them for the circus.

Blanche Devereaux: Weren't they kind of hard to see riding on the elephants?

Rose Nylund: Oh, not that kind of circus. A herring circus. Sort of like Sea World, only smaller. Much, much smaller. But bigger than a flea circus.

Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: Uh, tell me, Rose, um... Ah-ha ha ha!... Did they ever shoot a herring out of a cannon?
Rose Nylund: Only once. But they shot him into a tree. After that no other herring would do it..

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FROM INSIDE AND OUT: Aazaleas, rhododendrons, mushrooms?, lillies of the valley

after the rain, a bit of thunder, not lightning, everything looked so bright:

The snow is long gone, the tulips have faded, the summer is coming on too fast..... lots of bright colors (the Cardinal was our winter red friend).

From the dining room:
Shells on the mantel:
Books . . . .

NOW THE OUTSIDE!!

azeleas

new growth, just saw the Christmas Tree stand in the basement!:

rhododendrons
very earthy:
lillies of the valley (what valley?)

Winter, Spring, moving towards the summer. Like some kind of mortality count-down.

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THE OTHER SIDE, a wonderful (fabulous?) read?

A serendipitous find in the library.....


or how I found Alfred Kubin's THE OTHER SIDE





I was in Bierce, the Libary at the University of Akron. I was wandering around the Meyerink/ CALVINO area in the Ps.



There was a book that caught my eye, THE OTHER SIDE. One of those truely generic sounding titles, but with a publisher NOT TO MATCH: DEDALUS. a temptation to read the blurbs . . . further curiosity..... reading.......



A bit of research indicated it was the Kubin's (a full time artist) only novel. He wrote it while depressed (how could I go wrong?), too depressed to draw. The year was 1908, he was a friend of Kafka. Kubin illustrated it as well.



I am not yet finished, but its a wonderful piece of creative fiction. ATMOSPHERIC, it is the definition of an atmospheric novel. BLEAK then BLEAKER...... the 'universal' for Bleak . . .



Its a dark brooding tale, mythical places, grotesques ( a swordsman with scars on each cheek that gave him the appearance of having 3 mouths....), ideas ('In death the subject becomes a diagonal between time and space.') . . .





from an erudite surrogate:


http://www.babelguides.com/view/work/9070


or: http://www.alfred-kubin.com/Kubin-Werke1.html for some art.... or a video:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3lkl3_expo-alfred-kubin-18771959_news



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The book is both out of print, and costly to buy (I am severly tempted to own a copy). And I may put it in my librarything.com list, as read, but in comments 'procurement pending.'




an excerpt, and the art to go with it:





From: THE OTHER SIDE by Akfred Kubin, 2000 Dedalus European Classics, 2000. pp 137-139.

III: The Confusion of the Dream

That night I went to sleep with
momentous thoughts in my mind. Rather less momentous was the dream I had, but it
was so strange I feel I must recount it here. I saw myself standing by the great
river, looking across longingly at the Outer Settlement, which appeared more
extensive and picturesque than it was in reality. As far as the eye could see
was a confu­sion of bridges, towers, windmills, jagged peaks, all
inter­spersed and interconnected, as in a mirage. Large and small, fat and
thin figures were moving around in the chaos. As I looked across, I could sense
the miller standing behind my back. 'I killed him', he whispered and tried to
push me into the water. To my astonishment my left leg lengthened until I could
step into the seething throng on the other side with no trouble at all. Now I
heard ticking all round me and saw a large number of flat clocks of all sizes,
from a clock for a tower, to a kitchen­ clock and right down to the tiniest
pocket-watch. They had short, stumpy legs and were crawling all over each other
in the meadow like tortoises, ticking excitedly. A man dressed in soft green
leather and wearing a cap like a white sausage was sitting in a tree bare of
leaves, catching fish in the air. Those he caught he hung on the branches and
they dried in an instant. An old fellow with an abnormally large trunk and short
legs approached; apart from a pair of grubby drill workman's trou­sers, he
was naked. He had two long vertical rows of nipples; I counted eighteen. With a
great deal of huffing and puffing he filled his lungs full of air, now the left
side of his breast swelling up, now the right, and then, with his fingers
running up and down the eighteen nipples, he played the most delightful
accordion pieces. At the same time he moved in time with the rhythm like a
dancing bear as he let the air out. Finally he stopped, blew his nose on his
hands and threw them away. Then he grew an enormous beard and disappeared in the
tangle of hair. In a thicket nearby I disturbed some fat pigs. They ran away
from me in single file, getting smaller and tinier until, with loud squeals,
they disappeared in a mouse-hole by the road.

Behind me - it made
me feel uncomfortable - the miller was sitting by the river studying a huge
sheet of newspaper. After he had read it and eaten it up, smoke came pouring out
of his ears. He turned the colour of copper, stood up and clutched his sagging
paunch with both hands, all the time tearing up and down the bank, sending
fierce looks in all directions and emitting shrill whistles. Finally he fell in
a heap on the ground, turned pale, his body growing light and trans­parent
so that one could clearly see two little railway trains whizzing round his
entrails. Each seemed to be trying to catch the other as they shot like
lightning round one loop of his gut after another. With a shake of the head and
somewhat taken aback, I was about to offer to help the miller when my words were
cut off by a chimpanzee planting out a circular garden round me at top speed
from which thick clusters of fat, apple­ green stems like giant asparagus
shot up out of the damp ground. I was afraid I was going to be trapped within
this living fence, but before I really knew what was happening, I was liberated.
In his convulsions, the dead miller, now no longer transparent, had laid a ring
of hundreds of thousands of little milky white eggs, from which legions of slugs
emerged and at once devoured their procreator. A pungent smell of smoked meat
spread, causing the fleshy stalks to decay and collapse. In the distance the
Outer Settlement disappeared in a web of shimmering violet
threads.

I noticed a huge shell lying conveniently by the bank of
the river, like a rocky reef, and jumped onto it. Another disaster! Straining
with the motion, the shell opened and the business became precarious. Inside I
could see quivering heaps of gelatinous matter and. . . I woke up.

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a most enjoyable book, and finding proves the observation below:

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que me figuraba el Paraíso bajo la especie de una biblioteca


http://www.palabravirtual.com/index.php?ir=ver_poema1.php&pid=314


Jorge Luis Borges, 1960

POEMA DE LOS DONES in EL HACEDOR

Nadie rebaje a lágrima o reproche
esta declaración de la maestría
de Dios, que con magnífica ironía
me dio a la vez los libros y la noche.

De esta ciudad de libros hizo dueños
a unos ojos sin luz, que sólo pueden
leer en las bibliotecas de los sueños
los insensatos párrafos que ceden

las albas a su afán. En vano el día
les prodiga sus libros infinitos,
arduos como los arduos manuscritos
que perecieron en Alejandría.

De hambre y de sed (narra una historia griega)
muere un rey entre fuentes y jardines;
yo fatigo sin rumbo los confines
de esta alta y honda biblioteca ciega.

Enciclopedias, atlas, el Oriente
y el Occidente, siglos, dinastías,
símbolos, cosmos y cosmogonías
brindan los muros, pero inútilmente.

Lento en mi sombra, la penumbra hueca
exploro con el báculo indeciso,
yo, que me figuraba el Paraíso
bajo la especie de una biblioteca.

Algo, que ciertamente no se nombra
con la palabra azar, rige estas cosas;
otro ya recibió en otras borrosas
tardes los muchos libros y la sombra.

Al errar por las lentas galerías
suelo sentir con vago horror sagrado
que soy el otro, el muerto, que habrá dado
los mismos pasos en los mismos días.

¿Cuál de los dos escribe este poema
de un yo plural y de una sola sombra?
¿Qué importa la palabra que me nombra
si es indiviso y uno el anatema?

Groussac o Borges, miro este querido
mundo que se deforma y que se apaga
en una pálida ceniza vaga
que se parece al sueño y al olvido.

it happens at night in the library,

"One book calls to another unexpectedly, creating alliances across different cultures and centuries." THE LIBRARY AT NIGHT, by Alberto Manguel, p. 14.

I did read a short book, a one act - one actor - play yesterday, UNDERNEATH THE LINTEL. About a somewhat anal librarian. His job was to check books in from the night return box. One day he found one that was overdue . . . . 113 years overdue. He took it upon himself to collect the fine, lost his job in the process as he circled the world hoping to re-coup some of the fine from whom is never clear. But it turned out that that the borrower was an immortal, like a Zebra plant. Itas a fun read..... like any good librarian he documents his hunt . . . its almost Biblical.

a few pictures (clicking them could make them jumbo!)


A crab apple tree in the yard:

a little closer, promies a boutiful harvest for the squirrels:

Up close, rather pretty, attractive to bees...

Holly blooming, a premonition of Christmas and snow? already a reminder?

be well,
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AMAZON dot COM, and a re-read

when you put something in your cart any price change on your wishlist or lists is noted, I bought season 5 for 20 bucks a week ago, but put this off, now its DOUBLED!!

Please note that the price of Smallville - The Complete
Sixth Season has increased from $20.99 to $42.99 since you placed it in your
Shopping Cart. Items in your cart will always reflect the most recent price
displayed on their product detail pages.

so when amazon says one left in stock, they might be on the level....

recently read:

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AND I FINISHED A RE-READ of near biblical proportions! and please, forget the movie version! of BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES
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I read BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES in 1988, a gift from a New Yorker to a guy from Ohio, leaving NYC for LA (a move that was more an extended vacation with great friends).

SO I reread it, as the inscription was May 5, 1988 . . . re-reads are rare with so much out there to READ the first time.

ITS IS A GREAT READ, pulling you from page to page, maybe dislocating your shoulder at over 600 pages….

Memorable scenes: A chic dinner party where the highbrow token, an author, re-tells the story of the Mask of Red Death. Not acceptable party banter, right?

A billionaire dies in a restaurant, soon to serve an Imelda Marcos type. The super rich corpse can’t pass through the revolving door so its hoisted out the Lady’s Room window.

And more….. a book that plays the race card, the jewish card, the political hack card, the cop on the beat card, the wasp card, the entire deck flies . . .. the oppurtunistic British tabloid journalist . . . god, the WEALTH CORRUPTS CARD . . . what are these cards anyway?

On review called it ‘the novel that defined New York in the 1980s”; others, residents of the Bronx, felt defamed and insulted and rediculed Wolfe (like Grace was rediculed after Peyton Place came out, but I doubt WOLFE LIVE in the Bronx).

659 pages, page of NEW YORK, from the Superrich to the freshly incarcerated crack dealers. AND FEW BETWEEN, a lack. No common man (the cops came close . . .). And to think, today’s superrich HEDGEFUND types makes the 80s wealth look like government cheese…..

The LONDON TIMES, on Feb 7, 1988 said:

An incandescent sizzler of a novel, The Bonfire of the Vanities casts a lurid
satiric glare over contemporary New York. Essentially, it is a tale of two city
boroughs: Manhattan and the Bronx. The former toweringly brandishes the city's pinnalces of wealth and fashion: 'There it was, the Rome, the Paris, the London of the twentieth century, the city of ambition, the dense magnetic rock, the irresistible destination of all those who insist on being where things are happening.' Nearby, the 'Sargasso Sea of the Bronx' festers with its rotting depths of dereliciton.

no matter where you live (I lived in Quees and Manhattan -- not a monolith of Wealth, but so . . . ) you can enjoy this.....
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john's books

check this:

http://www.librarything.com/authorcloud.php?view=jbeckhamlat

what
do
you
think
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forget that foreign tribal strife (sunni/shia; broken up serbia)

think here, in the US of A....

cbs2.com/local/Grant.High.School.2.707352.html

Apr 24, 2008 5:27 am US/
Grant H.S. Increases Security After Culture Clash

VAN NUYS, Calif. Grant High School will increase a police presence following outbreaks of shouting between Armenian and Latino students at the end of an Armenian genocide remembrance assembly.

The disruption broke out at the Van Nuys school around noon on Wednesday, said Susan Cox of the Los Angeles Unified School District. No arrests were made and there were no injuries reported.

The shouting apparently started with Latino students taking issue with the program. School police quickly intervened.

"The students that were involved in the friction were sent home with their parents," said Principal Linda Ibach.

"We did ask the parents to pick them up themselves. Some of the students were suspended over the next couple of days. We will sort all that out on Monday when the students return."

Ibach said extra officers would be deployed at the campus through Monday "just to make sure that we are all calmed down."

(© 2008 CBS Broadcasting Inc. )
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Avatar: 3 meanings, I ran into satan's avatar at Giant Eagle.....

want one? http://avatars.jurko.net/

Avatar
from Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for April 25, 2008 is:

avatar • \AV-uh-tar\ noun
1 : the incarnation of a Hindu deity (as Vishnu) 2 a : an incarnation in human form, b : an embodiment (as of a concept or philosophy) often in a person *3 : an electronic image that represents and is manipulated by a computer user (as in a computer game)


Example sentence:
Before they started playing the game, Aaron and Kyle customized their avatars.


Did you know?
"Avatar" derives from a Sanskrit word meaning "descent," and when it first appeared in English in the late 18th century, it referred to the descent of a deity to the earth -- typically, the incarnation in earthly form of Vishnu or another Hindu deity. It later came to refer to any incarnation in human form, and then to any embodiment (such as that of a concept or philosophy), whether or not in the form a person. In the age of technology, "avatar" has developed another sense -- it can now be used for the image that a person chooses as his or her "embodiment" in an electronic medium.

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SPRING IN OHIO!

Some Tulips
A few grape hyacinths

what is this blossom?

daffodils in front of the house
a large hyacinth

A few nice things about AKRON

1 I can see the BIG DIPPER, that is a constellation (grouping of stars) in the northern Sky. I could often see Orion from apartments, is would come and go with the seasons. But the BIG DIPPER (ursa major, ok)

2 I can see the north star (follow the the bottom stars in the dipper of the big dipper. To faint for city views. AND IT NEVER MOVES!! Maybe GOD IS THERE?

3 SPRING is here, tulips, buds on trees, Dogwood Trees in bloom. Crocusses, daffodils. Ants . . . spiders, leaves, short pants….


4 A cabbage butterfly (I don’t recall butterflies in NYC, there were monarchs in chicago); and a large bumble bee.

5 Bluejays in White Dogwood trees…….

how are things there?

Put a clock (or something) on your page.

http://www.springwidgets.com/widgets/byCategory/8?page=2

Chimera, has a beautiful sound . . .

I do prefer the adjective form to the root:

chi·mer·i·cal
/kɪˈmɛrɪkəl, -ˈmɪər-, kaɪ-/

–adjective 1. unreal; imaginary; visionary: a chimerical terrestrial
paradise.
2. wildly fanciful; highly unrealistic: a chimerical plan.

THE REAL DEAL:

chimera
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2008/04/21.html

Word of the Day Archive
Monday April 21, 2008

chimera \ky-MIR-uh\, noun:

1. (Capitalized) A fire-breathing she-monster represented as having a lion's head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail.
2. Any imaginary monster made up of grotesquely incongruous parts.
3. An illusion or mental fabrication; a grotesque product of the imagination.
4. An individual, organ, or part consisting of tissues of diverse genetic constitution, produced as a result of organ transplant, grafting, or genetic engineering.

Asa Whitney, with no previous experience and having nothing but his faith and self-assurance to tell him he was not pursuing a chimera, began to outline how he would get a railroad across the vast, uninhabited middle of the American continent to the Pacific shores, where the lure of Asia beckoned, within reach.
-- David Haward Bain, Empire Express

She seems to spend most of the book sobbing, throwing up and generally marinating in a stew of self-absorption while searching fruitlessly for that chimera, her true self, inexpertly aided by astrologers and new-age therapists.
-- "Cutting through fantasies to crazy life", USA Today, December 2, 1999

These "chimeras" can be created because of our power--derived from the recombinant DNA technology developed in the early 1970s--to move DNA from one species to another.
-- Bryan Appleyard, Brave New Worlds

Chimera comes from Latin chimaera, from Greek chimaira "she-goat, chimera."

Dictionary.com Entry and Pronunciation for chimera
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the Baptists of Barberton Ohio: What makes a Red State Red? GLOBAL WARMING as VOODOO SCIENCE

when I grew up Barberton was the Big City!

An atavistic post compared to the one under it; Barberton is world famous for its holy men: a previous minister (HOGAN) at this very church had a son who was arrested for bank robbery in 2005 to support his online gambling addiction (after having seen the corrupting movie NARNIA none the less see: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/11/magazine/11poker.html?_r=1&oref=slogin )

are they as good at meteorology as they are experts at family values:

"Humanity is not responsible for the variations in weather temperatures."

"It's time to abandon the global - warming hoax before the lights go off for good."

A letter to the editor in the AKRON BEACON JOURNAL,

Akron Beacon Journal (OH) - April 16, 2008

GOING DARK ON VOODOO SCIENCE

In response to the March 30 article headlined, ''Cities around the world go dark for global warming '': The article spoke of a ''worldwide campaign to highlight the threat of climate change.'' Homeowners and businesses around the globe were urged ''to turn back to candle power for at least 60 minutes.''

Reading this, I came to acknowledge once more the real threat in climate change is not the climate. It's the religious boondoggling and voodoo science behind it. ''Going dark'' is indeed the direction we are headed if we ignore the God-provided resources he has supplied, such as the abundance of oil we have within our own borders. Humanity is not responsible for the variations in weather temperatures.

Our climate today is no measurement of what should be the ideal. There is no certainty as to the size of glaciers, and they change continually. Data from all four major temperature tracking outlets show that global temperatures have dropped significantly in the last 12 months.

More snow and ice cover the Northern Hemisphere than at any time since 1962. There are record levels of Arctic sea ice, record levels of cold and snow in many U.S. states and European nations. God has given us a cultural mandate (Genesis 1) to care for and use the resources he has created for us. We need to do this. It is morally inexcusable to neglect the benefit to all mankind. It's time to abandon the global - warming hoax before the lights go off for good.

Brian Prong

Pastor, First Baptist Church Barberton

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and the world is flat, monsters wander the edges of the oceans; the sun orbits the earth, and the moon is made of cheese!

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SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence)

CHOOSE A NEW MISSION!!! boldy lay back and let it do the work for your (slacker mission approved)

SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence) is a scientific area whose
goal is to detect intelligent life outside Earth. One approach, known as radio
SETI, uses radio telescopes to listen for narrow-bandwidth radio signals from
space. Such signals are not known to occur naturally, so a detection would
provide evidence of extraterrestrial technology.

http://setiathome.berkeley.edu/index.php

OK, I used to do this, but a software issue made it a problem, now they write, after over a year. So I tried the new program, and it works.

ever see CONTACT? remember the line:

S.R. Hadden: They still want an American to go, Doctor. Wanna take a ride?

I wont get that chance, but, every little bit helps. SO JOIN UP!!!

APril 16, 2008
Dear jbeckhamlat:

We'd like to invite you to reconnect with SETI@home. Our records show that you've been with SETI@home since 28 August 1999, but it's been 386 days since you last returned a work unit. We want you back, and here's why:

These are exciting times for SETI@home. Last year we implemented a new SETI@home data recorder at the Arecibo radio telescope in Puerto Rico. This recorder is attached to a state-of-the-art multibeam receiver, so we can now measure signals from 7 positions on the sky at once, with greater sensitivity to weak signals compared to the data from the flat feed antenna we've used since 1999. We've greatly increased the sensitivity of our data analysis, and the likelihood that we'll find the first signs of extraterrestrial life. We're also close to releasing a second application, Astropulse, which will look for extremely short pulses of astronomical (and possibly intelligent) origin.

With these new developments comes an increase in required computing power, for which we depend on people like you. We hope you will consider signing back on with SETI@home, and help in this wonderful scientific venture.

If you experienced problems running SETI@home, please try any of the resources listed at: http://setiathome.berkeley.edu/sah_help.php including the new BOINC Online Help System which lets you talk live, over the Internet, with a help volunteer: http://boinc.berkeley.edu/help.php

We thank you for your involvement in SETI@home, and hope that you rejoin us in our search for signals from other worlds.

-- The SETI@home team
To not get any more email from SETI@home, please click here.
SETI@home - http://setiathome.berkeley.eduSpace Sciences Laboratory / 7 Gauss WayUniversity of California, Berkeley, CA 92740-7450

a thing to contemplate, click play.....

Full Earth-rise!
Full-Earth-rise has been captured by Japan's Kaguya lunar orbiter.The just-issued movie was



taken on November 5, 2007. Credit: JAXA


r u thinking yet?

clinging to my remote, paranoid in a small town....

JEANNIE C RILEY - HARPER VALLEY PTA



relates to this clip:

Peyton Place: movie trailer



where is Jeannie???

the new acrobats in the yard: legs or springs?

They jump, the grab; they dangle, they shake; then they dine - can you name the beastie?

if i hang the bird feeder higher they can reach it from the branch, this had worked. At least when there was snow on the ground.

READ ON, perhaps I can send them back (or forward?) in time??

safer than American Airlines: Time travellers invited back from the future

more incredible than time travel; check the origin of the video below: 2007 IdeaFestival in Louisville, Kentucky -- some type of nonsequiter oxymoron mixup?

FOUND IN AN OLD EMAIL:
from the Guardian (LONDON)

Concerned that people will have forgotten his convention by then, Mr Dorai is urging volunteers to publicise the event to future generations by carving the details into clay tablets and burying notices in time capsules. He has slipped invitations on long-lasting paper inside dozens of obscure books in the MIT and Harvard University libraries.

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-I was in the stacks at the University of AKRON's library looking at random books, praying to the Gods of Serendipity, when I noticed one book on literature has last been check out in the mid 1990s!

that got me to weed my hotmail.... AND while
i was weeding my hotmail, I found the above 'party announcement' (above) was in one of the older (the oldest are some from 2003) . . . that is still interesting.

am I saving too much?
one of 2400 emails in my inbox (key emails stay there, there are about 30 folders by topic)


From: jbeckhamlat@hotmail.com
CC: John.Beckham@latimes.com; jbeckhamlat@hotmail.com
Subject: inviting people from the future to the event
Date: Sun, 8 May 2005 10:02:46 -0500

read:

The organiser, Amal Dorai - a masters student in electrical engineering and
computer science at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology - aims to test the
theory of time travel by inviting people from the future to the event.

The invitations ask visitors to turn up on the MIT campus at 8pm on
Saturday . .

from:

Time travellers invited back from the future

David Adam, science correspondent
Thursday May 5, 2005
The Guardian

One of the strongest arguments against time travel is that we are not overrun with curious tourists from the future. A university student in Boston plans to change that, by inviting budding Doctor Whos to the world's first time traveller convention this weekend.

The organiser, Amal Dorai - a masters student in electrical engineering and computer science at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology - aims to test the theory of time travel by inviting people from the future to the event.

"We are doing this as a very low-risk, low-cost way to investigate the possibility of time travel," he said. "I think the probability they will come is very low, but if it does happen it will one of the biggest events in human history.

"Of course, no time travellers doesn't rule out the possibility of time travel, they could have just decided not to come to our convention."

Physicists believe some kind of time travel is theoretically possible, but it will take hundreds or even thousands of years to work out the technical details.

Concerned that people will have forgotten his convention by then, Mr Dorai is urging volunteers to publicise the event to future generations by carving the details into clay tablets and burying notices in time capsules. He has slipped invitations on long-lasting paper inside dozens of obscure books in the MIT and Harvard University libraries.

"If we put them inside books that are only touched every 50 years or so then they'll stay there and people in the future might learn of the convention. The big danger is that it's forgotten. Once that happens then it doesn't matter if someone invents time travel, we won't be able to see it."

The invitations ask visitors to turn up on the MIT campus at 8pm on Saturday and include precise latitude and longitude coordinates. "Time travel is a hard problem and may not be invented until long after MIT has faded into oblivion," they note.

Visitors from the future are advised to bring proof of advanced technology, such as a cure for cancer or a working nuclear fusion reactor. Sonic screwdrivers are optional.

"Because of the small chance of time travel I think people will be sceptical," Mr Dorai admits. "But I hope time travellers won't take that as an insult. If what they bring as proof doesn't satisfy us then they could always go back into their future and grab something else."

Professor Neil Johnson, a physicist at the University of Oxford, said Mr Dorai may not be wasting his time. The weird world of quantum mechanics suggests time travel could one day be possible through tiny holes, loops and channels in the fabric of spacetime.

"We're talking a long, long time in the future to be able to do this but it's not impossible," Prof Johnson said. "It would be very hard to send through something that weighed anything, like machines and people, but you could conceivably send messages through light and radiowaves. The chances of somebody from the future turning up on Saturday night are pretty remote, but they could get a phone call."
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a __________________________ video of hope:

from youtube
Added: February 19, 2008
Michio Kaku, leading theoretical physicist and author, on "Parallel Worlds and Time Travel." Captured at the September, 2007 IdeaFestival in Louisville, Kentucky



that song, IN THE YEAR 2525 comes to mind . . . the late 60s . . . the era of dreams and rebellion. DO YOU YOU remember this song??

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Before you listen to Congression Testimony

or sweeping statements from the ruling class, watch and listen!! and maybe read along (its ok to mouth the words to yourself). enjoy the garrison state.....
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raise a little hell, wear colors, smile knowingly

V:
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
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Richard Wagner Die Walküre --Berliner Philharmoniker

motiviated? god, I think I am rising out of my chair..... grab my feet!

WALK SCORING, how fun is that walk you plan?

www.walkscore.com

my address gets a low score, as you cannot walk a garden path to a Starbucks; they don't seem to count a speed limit of 25, quiet neighborhood, and dogs ON LEACHES (yes, on LEASHES!)

fun to watch your walk map itself out, simple to try... so try it!

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tidbits from an Akron evening

The relocation is increasingly complete.

Some big city things have appeared in new forms . . . innocent, no; homey, no; QUAINT, in a quaint way. Contributing to my metamorphisis from city dweller to small town observer….. where is Franz?

Last night we were watching tv, and during a scene about a kid being hit by a truck there was an odd circus music -that didn’t match the scene. So we Paused the show (the joy of digital); the circus music continued.

AN ICE CREAM TRUCK had stopped at the corner, with tiny kids cutting through the yard (“we have to get a fence” Paul declared). We live on the corner….. an ice cream truck. I used to see them in Chicago, but they were not musical. Little Kids without parental supervision did not run through the streets, adult tourists stopped mostly.

Like the Pied Piper with Good Humor bars . . . . (I did not run out, next time maybe).

Dogs barking in a highrise are not a good thing. Here one neighbor has a hound that is so cute. (I petted it once). A basset hound or a fat aged beagle. Its owners walk it and it howls skyward with a deep low voice (like the train whistle in the distance at night). It tries to run, imagine a dwarf cow gallopping…. Not the intrusion of a dog barking all day home alone in a downtown condo…. A plaintive whine its not, kind of a happy howl…..

Then we took the trash to the curb. Then, for the first time in 20 plus years, I could see the Big Dipper and North star, and Orion was out there sinking, with a crescent moon near …….

The squirrels cannot reach the bird feeder anymore. Well, now they jump STRAIGHT up, grab on, hang on, and its a bird seed buffet. They jump, about 4 feet. HOW?! Paul told me about it, I cannot wait to see it. Persistant beasts. No longer tree pigs, but some kind of acrobatic land hog?

What next?? Icecream trucks playing music; stars, trash pickup, the flying Wallendas of rodent-dom? Oh, no doubt my humming bird feeder will be next, to watch as the happy howler bays skyward.

David Guetta v. the Egg

Luis Miguel - Por Debajo De La Mesa

So fine . . .

Por Debajo De La Mesa Lyrics

Artist: Luis Miguel

Album: Romances

Por debajo de la mesa

acaricio tu rodilla y bebo

sorbo a sorbo tu mirada

angelical y respiro de tu

boca esa flor de maravilla

las alondras del deseo

cantan, vuelan, vienen, van.

Ever thought of Film School?

[after this you will send me back to Roth so fast......]

why not give film appreciation a try on your desktop?

http://www.youtube.com/profile_play_list?user=europecinema

now, in the best of Bertolucci's DREAMERS' cinematheque junies , get some fresh fruit that's seen its day, wine, and cigarettes, and kick back......

http://www.youtube.com/profile_play_list?user=europecinema
LESSONS INCLUDE:

http://www.youtube.com/profile_play_list?user=europecinema

europecinema's Playlists

Brideshead Revisited - Documentary [eng] 6 Videos
[Documentary, 2005]

Dirk Bogarde - Documentary 5 Videos
[Documentary 2000]

Federico Fellini - Documentary 8 Videos
Review of Fellini's most popular films (Le Notti di Cabiria, Amarcord, Casanova, Dolce Vita, I Vitelloni, Giulietta degli Spiriti, Otto e Mezzo)

Ingmar Bergman - Documentary [eng] 4 Videos
Review of the most outstanding films of Ingmar Bergman.

Ingmar Bergman - Interview [Swedish+Eng sub] 6 Videos
One of the latest interviews granted by maestro Ingmar Bergman

Irene Papas in Electra (1962) 12 Videos
Directed by Mihalis Kakogiannis
Original Music by Mikis Theodorakis

Laurence Olivier - A Life - Documentary [eng] 16 Videos

Luchino Visconti - Documentary [eng] 12 Videos
[Documentary 2002]

Maria Callas Assoluta (Documentaire) [fr] 12 Videos
[Documentary 2007, in French]

Maria Callas in Pasolini's Medea [ita+eng sub] 12 Videos
Directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini (1969)

Pier Paolo Pasolini - A Filmmaker's Life [eng] 3 Videos
[Documentary, 1971]

Pier Paolo Pasolini poeta [ita] 5 Videos
In this rare documentary Pasolini recalls his childhood and youth in Friuli. He also explains his feelings as a poet about the Italian language and literature.

Pride and Prejudice - Documentary on the series 3 Videos
Documentary on the famous TV adaptation of "Pride and Prejudice" from 1995 and its impact on Jane Austen's work reception by a wider audience.

Siamo Donne (1953) 5 Videos
- Segment "Alida Valli" directed by Gianni Franciolini
- Segment "Anna Magnani" directed by Luchino Visconti

Thomas Mann - Documentary [German] 5 Videos
Documentary on Thomas Mann and his family. The programme offers original footage of the great German writer.

Vivien Leigh - Documentary [eng] 6 Videos
Biography of Vivien Leigh. The documentary contains interviews by John Mills, Trader Faulkner, Olivia De Havilland, Rosemary Geddes, Maureen O'Sullivan, Alexander Walker and Hugo Vickers. Footage from her most important movies (Gone with the Wind, A Streetcar Named Desire, Ceasar and Cleopatra and The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone)

countdown to armageddon

SIX for the WASHINGTON POST; while other's ..... suffer pangs and arrows of outrageous management....

{{ newly played ZELL IN DC recordings at npr.org, click to listen and read more:
click 'listen' to and hear his ..... loud tones:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89446846

Recording Shows Tribune Owner Zell's Fiery Side by David Folkenflik

}}}}}}}}}
now, back to the show

http://www.pulitzer.org/

PULITZER PRIZES
2 0 0 8


PUBLIC SERVICE
The Washington Post

BREAKING NEWS REPORTING
The Washington Post Staff

INVESTIGATIVE REPORTING
Walt Bogdanich and Jake Hooker of The New York Times

INVESTIGATIVE REPORTING
The Chicago Tribune Staff

EXPLANATORY REPORTING
Amy Harmon of The New York Times

LOCAL REPORTING
David Umhoefer of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

NATIONAL REPORTING
Jo Becker and Barton Gellman of The Washington Post

INTERNATIONAL REPORTING
Steve Fainaru of The Washington Post

FEATURE WRITING
Gene Weingarten of The Washington Post

COMMENTARY
Steve Pearlstein of The Washington Post

CRITICISM
Mark Feeney of The Boston Globe

EDITORIAL WRITING
No Award

EDITORIAL CARTOONING
Michael Ramirez of Investor's Business Daily

BREAKING NEWS PHOTOGRAPHY
Adrees Latif of Reuters

FEATURE PHOTOGRAPHY
Preston Gannaway of the Concord Monitor


FICTION
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz (Riverhead Books)

DRAMA
August: Osage County by Tracy Letts

HISTORY
What Hath God Wrought by Daniel Walker Howe (Oxford University Press)

BIOGRAPHY
Eden's Outcasts by John Matteson (W.W. Norton)

POETRY
Time and Materials by Robert Hass (Ecco/HarperCollins)

POETRY
Failure by Philip Schultz (Harcourt)

GENERAL NONFICTION
The Years of Extermination by Saul Friedlander (HarperCollins)

MUSIC
The Little Match Girl Passion by David Lang (G. Schirmer)


SPECIAL CITATION
Bob Dylan

an AMERICAN GOLDFINCH, the yellow bird

http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/American_Goldfinch.html

you can hear its bird call sound on this page!

http://www.birds.cornell.edu/AllAboutBirds/BirdGuide/American_Goldfinch.html#sound


remember the long, painfully long dark nights of winter? well now! now every week the length of daylight grows by almost 20 minutes!:

http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=44313

April 8, 2008 Rise: Set:

Actual Time 6:57 AM EDT 7:59 PM EDT

Civil Twilight 6:29 AM EDT 8:27 PM EDT

Nautical Twilight 5:55 AM EDT 9:01 PM EDT
Astronomical Twilight 5:20 AM EDT 9:36 PM EDT
Moon 8:02 AM EDT 11:45 PM EDT

Length Of Visible Light: 13h 58m
Length of Day 13h 01m

Tomorrow will be 2m 41s longer

the days are growing by almost 3 minutes a day!

what is this yellow and black bird?

CLICK twice for large PICTURE!

My brother Joe came and put in screens on Saturday, now we have fresh air—spring is in the air. I was his helper (or anti-helper). Fresh air . . .; the ORKIN man came at the same time, there were ants and spiders (nothing can be done- they walk on their fingernails….) and Lady Bugs (or some other beetle) . . . then on Sunday we picked up sticks, a task Sisyphus could relate to. Things look better, soon greener.

And new birds! What are these birds? A canaries? But the black feathers, canaries are all yellow, I thought …. Yellow oriole maybe? A northern oriole? Then there are similar birds in red, not Cardinals, small red birds.

I cannot wait for fireflies!!!