This post is dedicated to the most costly, and worthless fight for power over the war on American society, and to the next lovable dictator!: In short Elections 2012 _ “You can’t fool billion of people all the time!”
A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men This is how it happens Our carefully laid plans
Shake it, shake it baby Shake your ass out in that street You’re gonna make us scream someday You’re gonna make it big
You love so deep, so tender Your people and your land You love ’em ’till they can’t recall Who they are again
Work it, work it baby Work your way ’round that room You’re gonna make it big some day You’re gonna make a boom
But I am But I am But I am not a number, not a name
But I am But I am But I am a carefully laid plan
Shake what your mama gave you You know that it won’t last You’re gonna taste the ground real soon You’re gonna taste the grass
A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men This is how it happens Our world under command
Shake it, shake it baby Shake your ass out in that street You’re gonna make us scream someday You’re gonna make us weak
You’re gonna make us scream someday You’re gonna make it big
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You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head He ate a slice of wonder bread, and went right back to bed And history books forgot about us and the Bible didn’t mention us And the Bible didn’t mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the stars came fallin’ on our heads But they’re just old light, they’re just old light Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed Told me that my hair was red Told me I was beautiful, and came into my bed Oh, I cut his hair myself one night A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light And he told me that I’d done alright And kissed me till the mornin’ light, the mornin’ light And he kissed me till the mornin’ light
Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head Ate a slice of wonder bread, and went right back to bed Oh, we couldn’t bring the columns down Yeah, we couldn’t destroy a single one And history books forgot about us And the Bible didn’t mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first
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Regina Spektor – What we saw from the cheap seats (Album)
Firewood lyrics
The piano is not firewood yet They try to remember but still they forget That the heart beats in threes Just like a waltz And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from your cold hospital bed You’re not dying Everyone knows you’re going to live So you might as well start trying
The piano is not firewood yet But the cold does get cold So it soon might be that I’ll take it apart, call up my friends And we’ll warm up our hands by the fire
Don’t look so shocked Don’t judge so harsh You don’t know You are only spying Everyone knows it’s going to hurt But at least we’ll get hurt trying
The piano is not firewood yet But a heart can’t be helped And it gathers regret Someday you’ll wake up and feel a great pain And you’ll miss every toy you ever owned
You’ll want to go back You’ll wish you were small Nothing can slow the crying You’ll take the clock off of your wall And you’ll wish it was lying
Love what you have and you’ll have more love You’re not dying Everyone knows you’re going to love Though there’s still no cure for crying (fromHere)
Regina Ilyinichna Spektor is an American singer-songwriter and pianist. Her music is associated with the anti-folk scene centered in New York City’s East Village. Wikipedia
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one’s laughing at God When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God When the doctor calls after some routine tests No one’s laughing at God When it’s gotten real late and their kid’s not back from the party yet
No one laughs at God When their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake No one’s laughing at God When they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else And they hope that they’re mistaken
No one laughs at God When the cops knock on their door And they say we got some bad news, sir No one’s laughing at God When there’s a famine or fire or flood
But God could be funny At a cocktail party when listening to a good God themed joke or Or when the crazies say He hates us And they get so red in the head you think they’re ’bout to choke
God could be funny When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one’s laughing at God When they’ve lost all they’ve got and they don’t know what for
No one laughs at God On the day they realize that the last sight they’ll ever see Is a pair of hateful eyes No one’s laughing at God When they’re saying their goodbyes
But God could be funny At a cocktail party when listening to a good God themed joke or Or when the crazies say He hates us And they get so red in the head you think they’re ’bout to choke
God could be funny When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in a hospital No one’s laughing at God in a war No one’s laughing at God When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one’s laughing at God No one’s laughing at God No one’s laughing at God We’re all laughing with God (From Here: )
Down in Bowery They lose their ballads and their lipped-mouths in the night And stumbling through the street, they say “Sir, do you got a light? And if you do then you’re my friend And if you don’t then you’re my foe And if you are a deity of any sort then please don’t go”Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pasDown in Lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet And close their eyes and open And not recognize the aging street And think about the things were right When they were young and veins were tight And if you are the ghost of Christmas past Then won’t you stay the night?Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas
Down in Bronxy Bronx The kids go sledding down snow covered slopes And frozen noses, frozen toes The frozen city starts to glow And yes, they know that it will pass And yes they know New York will thaw But if you’re a friend of any sort Then play along and catch a cold
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas
I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain I love, I love, I love in the rain I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain And I Love I love I love in the rain I love, I love, I love in the rain
Down in Paris they walk fast That is unless they’re walking slow And in cafes they look away That is unless they look right in And in the gardens I get lost That is unless I’m getting found And if you are the ghost of New York City Then won’t you stick around?
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas
I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain I love, I love, I love in the rain I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain I love, I love, I love in the rain And I love, I love, I love in the rain…
And I love, I love, I love, in the rain I love, I love In the rain, in the rain Oh I love in the rain In the rain, in the rain
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Silvestri has also composed music for television shows, including TJ Hooker (one episode), Starsky & Hutch (three episodes), CHiPs, andManimal (all but one episode).
Silvestri was 21 years old when he started his film/television composing career. His style is marked by a strong use of the octatonic scale, as well as the use of different notes and instruments.
He has also received four Grammy Award nominations, winning two awards – Best Song Written for a Motion Picture, Television or Other Visual Media, for “Believe” from The Polar Express in 2004 and Best Instrumental Composition, for “Cast Away End Credits” from Cast Away in 2002. His other two nominations were for Best Soundtrack Album (for Back to the Future and Who Framed Roger Rabbit). During the 2005 Grammys, Josh Groban performed “Believe.” [4]
On September 23, 2011 he was awarded with the Max Steiner Film Music Achievement Award by the City of Vienna at the yearly film music gala concert Hollywood in Vienna.
Hannah Montana: The Movie (2009) (Score planned to be written by him, but due to conflict with G.I. Joe, he only wrote “Butterfly Fly Away.” However, a cue from his score for The Mexican was tracked into this film.)
*The String Quartet in D minor was written in 1824, just after Schubert became aware of his ruined health. It is popularly known as the “Death and the Maiden” Quartet because the second movement is adapted from the piano accompaniment to Schubert’s 1817 song (or lied), “Death and the Maiden”.
Ariel Dorfman‘s 1991 play “Death and the Maiden” and its 1994 film adaptation (directed by Roman Polanski) take their names from the quartet.
The String Quartet No. 14 in D minor, known as Death and the Maiden, by Franz Schubert, is one of the pillars of the chamber music repertoire. Composed in 1824, after the composer suffered through a serious illness and realized that he was dying, it is Schubert’s testament to death. The quartet is named for the theme of the second movement, which Schubert took from a song he wrote in 1817 of the same title; but the theme of death is palpable in all four movements of the quartet.
The quartet was first played in 1826 in a private home, and was not published until 1831, three years after Schubert’s death. Yet, passed over in his lifetime, the quartet has become a staple of the quartet repertoire. It is D. 810 in Otto Erich Deutsch‘s thematic catalog of Schubert’s works.
1823 and 1824 were hard years for Schubert. For much of 1823 he was sick with an outburst of tertiary stage syphilis, and in May had to be hospitalized.[1] He was broke: he had entered into a disastrous deal with Diabelli to publish a batch of works, and received almost no payment; and his latest attempt at opera, Fierabras, was a flop. In a letter to a friend, he wrote,
“Think of a man whose health can never be restored, and who from sheer despair makes matters worse instead of better. Think, I say, of a man whose brightest hopes have come to nothing, to whom love and friendship are but torture, and whose enthusiasm for the beautiful is fast vanishing; and ask yourself if such a man is not truly unhappy.”[2]
The quartet takes its name from the lied “Der Tod und das Mädchen” (“Death and the Maiden, D.531), which Schubert wrote in 1817. The theme of the song – a setting of a poem by that name by Matthias Claudius. – is the theme of the second movement of the quartet. The theme is a death knell that accompanies the song about the terror and comfort of death:
Invesminteaza-ma in pielea ta, Acopere-ma-n parul tau, Invita-mă in incaperea ta – Apoi vom mai putea privi in Lună….
Dar nu-nainte… In a ta presenţa privesc in jos, Cu stîngacia primelor dorinte- cu cît mai arzatoare, cu-atat mai nepatrunse…
O dorinţă de-a privi la stele, împreuna, ca si cum toata lumea–i contopita-ntr-una noua, inca nenumită , la început de inceput si mai-nainte….
Oh, dar invesmantaza-ma in pielea ta si vom vedea-mpreună
O Luna…numai nouă…
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Love from long ago (by George-b)
Dress me in your skin, Cover me in your hair, Invite me inside- Then we could still look at the Moon…
But not before – as in your presence I stare down With that awkwardness of first desires- The more ardent, the more kept deep inside, where only though exist without expression…
Oh, desire to observe the stars, together, As if the world entire’s blend anew yet unnamed, at the beginning of beginnings and beyond…
Oh, but dress me in your skin and we shall see together A Moon…only new.
English: The Three Legs of Man, Ronaldsway Airport. By Bryan Kneale R.A. The motto “Quocunque Jeceris Stabit”, which translates literally as “whithersoever you throw it, it will stand” accompanies the three legs on the Coat of Arms of the Isle of Man. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.
The great-grandson of a slave and the first African American to serve on the US Supreme Court, Marshall was appointed by President Lyndon B. Johnson at the height of the Civil Rights movement. As a lawyer, he won 29 of the 32 cases he argued before the Supreme Court, including the landmarkBrown v. Board of Education and others that established equal protection for African Americans in housing, voting, employment, and education. What church has included Marshall in its calendar of saints? More…Discuss
For the first time, astronomers have discovered sugar—one of the building blocks of life—in a gas cloud near a star. The simple molecule, called glycolaldehyde, is essential to the formation of ribonucleic acid (RNA), which is present in all living cells. The 10,000-year-old star, known as IRAS 16293-2422, is similar to the Sun and is approximately 400 light-years from Earth. Scientists believe the glycolaldehyde may have been formed as a result of the star’s radiation hitting even simpler molecules. More…Discuss
Micawber is a character from Charles Dickens’s 1850 novel David Copperfield. Though eternally optimistic, he persistently falls behind financially. As a result, he is sent to a debtor’s prison, much like Dickens’s father, the real-life inspiration for Micawber. He eventually exposes his employer, Uriah Heep, as a criminal, and is able to start a new life in Australia. One of Micawber’s memorable quotes pertaining to personal finance is known as the Micawber Principle. What is it? More…Discuss
Claudio Arrau León (February 6, 1903 – June 9, 1991) was a Chilean-American pianist known for his interpretations of a vast repertoire spanning from the baroque to 20th-century composers, especially Beethoven, Schubert, Chopin, Schumann, Liszt, Brahms and Debussy. He is widely considered one of the greatest pianists of the twentieth century.
Claudio Arrau
Arrau was born in Chillán, Chile, the son of Carlos Arrau, an ophthalmologist who died when Claudio was only a year old, and Lucrecia León Bravo de Villalba, a piano teacher. He belonged to an old, prominent family of Southern Chile. His ancestor Lorenzo de Arrau, a Spanish engineer, was sent to Chile by King Carlos III of Spain. Through his great-grandmother, María del Carmen Daroch del Solar, Arrau was a descendant of the Campbells of Glenorchy, a Scottish noble family.[citation needed]
Arrau was a child prodigy, giving his first concert at age five. When he was 6 he auditioned in front of several congressmen and President Pedro Montt, who became so impressed as to start arrangements for his future education. At age 8 he was sent on a 10-year long grant from the Chilean government to study in Germany, travelling in the company of his mother and sister Lucrecia. He was admitted at the Stern Conservatory of Berlinwhere he eventually became a pupil of Martin Krause, who had studied under Franz Liszt. At the age of 11 he could play Liszt’s Transcendental Etudes, considered to be one of the most difficult sets of works ever written for the piano, and also Brahms‘s Paganini Variations. Arrau’s first recordings were made on Aeolian Duo-Art player piano music rolls. Krause died after five years of teaching Arrau, who at fifteen was devastated at the loss of his mentor. Read more here
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John Locke’s 1689 Two Treatises of Government, in it Locke calles “lives, liberties and estates” the “property” of individuals. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
French prosecutors have opened an inquiry into the death of former Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat, who died in 2004 at the age of 75 in a French military hospital. Although the cause of death was not initially released, reports later surfaced indicating that he had died of a stroke. However, his family has requested an inquiry to investigate claims that he was poisoned with polonium-210, a radioactive isotope. Traces of the isotope were recently found by Swiss scientists on some of Arafat’s belongings, including his trademark keffiyeh. More…Discuss
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine, We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now. And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, You know feeling good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentuckycoal mines to the California sun, Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done, Hey Bobby baby? kept me from the cold.
One day up near Salinas,I let him slip away, He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it, But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah, But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la La la la la la Bobby McGee. La la la la la, la la la la la La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.
La La la, la la la la la la, La La la la la la la la la, ain`t no bumb on my Bobby McGee yeah. Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.
Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man, I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can, C’mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah, Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
Yeah! Whew!
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.
Janis: (“this is where somebody has to take over”…)
When Janis Joplin sang this song, everyone figured Bobby McGee was a man. But the song was originally written by Janis’ former boyfriend Kris Kristofferson. And when Kriss wrote the song, Bobby McGee was a girl In fact, Bobby McGee was an alias for Janis Joplin herself.
At the start of the song, Bobby McGee and her boyfriend are backpacking all over America. They hitch a ride with a truck driver. Bobby sings, to entertain the trucker, while her lover plays the harmonica (a harmonica is often called a “blues harp,” and “harpoon” is another nickname for the harmonica).
We’re led to believe that Bobby McGeee is a free spirit who hates the idea of being tied down. For that reason, Bobby eventually abandons the lover, in search of some elusive place where he or she will be happy.
The lover misses Bobby, but doesn’t hold any grudges over being abandoned. The lover thinks Bobby was a rare and special person, and hopes Bobby finds whatever it is he/she is looking for.
The lover draws one lesson: “freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.” That means we’re only free if we have nothing. If we have friends, families, jobs, relationships, homes… then we’re not really free, because we have ties and responsibilities. The only way to be completely free is not to have possessions or commitments or relationships.
Sit there, hmm, count your fingers. What else, what else is there to do ? Oh and I know how you feel, I know you feel that you’re through. Oh wah wah ah sit there, hmm, count, Ah, count your little fingers, My unhappy oh little girl, little girl blue, yeah.
Oh sit there, oh count those raindrops Oh, feel ’em falling down, oh honey all around you. Honey don’t you know it’s time, I feel it’s time, Somebody told you ’cause you got to know That all you ever gonna have to count on Or gonna want to lean on It’s gonna feel just like those raindrops do When they’re falling down, honey, all around you. Oh, I know you’re unhappy.
Oh sit there, ah go on, go on And count your fingers. I don’t know what else, what else Honey have you got to do. And I know how you feel, And I know you ain’t got no reason to go on And I know you feel that you must be through. Oh honey, go on and sit right back down, I want you to count, oh count your fingers, Ah my unhappy, my unlucky And my little, oh, girl blue. I know you’re unhappy, Ooh ah, honey I know, Baby I know just how you feel.
The Essential Janis Joplin Janis The Collection [1995] The Collection [Cube Version] The Collection [Cube Version] I Got Dem Ol’ Kozmic Blues Again Mama! Janis Joplin [Madacy] Anthology Pearl/I Got Dem Ol’ Kozmic Blues Again Mama! The Essential Janis Joplin [Limited Edition 3.0] Cheap Thrills/I Got Dem Ol’ Kozmic Blues Again Mama! The Essential Janis Joplin [Japan Bonus Track] Star Power Love, Janis Absolute Janis Read more Here
A nice ride, on a wide, well maintained road. All underpasses are large, well lit and the grade in low (even the one in the picture, that looks so dark.) I checked out the first 12 miles and leave the rest for autumn, when the weather is milder.
( Snapshots were taken with Videolan media player, from the video recorded on the Midland XTC Webcam (720p HD))
AMY GOODMAN: We begin today’s shows with the words of WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange. On Sunday, he made his first public appearance since he took refuge two months ago inside Ecuador’s embassy in London, just days after he was granted asylum. Assange is attempting to avoid extradition to Sweden for questioning over sex crime accusations, because he fears Sweden will extradite him to the United States to face charges over the leaking of secret U.S. military and diplomatic files. Julian Assange spoke from a windowsill on a small balcony on the second floor of the Ecuadorean embassy, careful not to step onto the balcony, which is considered outside the legal boundary of the embassy. Dozens of police officers looked on. British authorities have threatened to raid the embassy and are refusing to allow Julian Assange safe passage out of the country to Ecuador. In his nine-minute address, Julian Assange called on President Obama to abandon what he described as a, quote, “war on whistleblowers.”
JULIAN ASSANGE: I am here today because I cannot be there with you today. But thank you for coming. Thank you for your resolve, your generosity of spirit. On Wednesday night, after a threat was sent to this embassy and the police descended on this building, you came out in the middle of the night to watch over it, and you brought the world’s eyes with you. Inside this embassy, after dark, I could hear teams of police swarming up into the building through its internal fire escape. But I knew there would be witnesses. And that is because of you. If the U.K. did not throw away the Vienna conventions the other night, it is because the world was watching. And the world was watching because you were watching. So, the next time somebody tells you that it is pointless to defend those rights that we hold dear, remind them of your vigil in the dark before the embassy of Ecuador, remind them how, in the morning, the sun came up on a different world, and a courageous Latin America nation took a stand for justice.
And so, to those brave people. I thank President Correa for the courage he has shown in considering and in granting me political asylum. And I also thank the government and, in particular, Foreign Minister Ricardo Patiño, who upheld the Ecuadorean constitution and its notion of universal citizenship in their consideration of my asylum, and to the Ecuadorean people for supporting and defending this constitution. And I also have a debt of gratitude to the staff of this embassy, whose families live in London and who are showing me hospitality and kindness despite the threats we all received.
This Friday, there will be an emergency meeting of the foreign ministers of Latin America in Washington, D.C., to address this very situation. And so, I am grateful to those people and governments of Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, El Salvador, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Argentina, Peru, Venezuela, and to all other Latin American countries who have come out to defend the right to asylum; and to the people of the United States, the United Kingdom, Sweden and Australia who have supported me in strength, even when their governments have not; and to those wiser heads in government who are still fighting for justice—your day will come; to the staff, supporters and sources of WikiLeaks, whose courage and commitment and loyalty has seen no equal. To my family and to my children, who have been denied their father, forgive me, we will be reunited soon.
As WikiLeaks stands under threat, so does the freedom of expression and the health of all our societies. We must use this moment to articulate the choice that is before the government of the United States of America. Will it return to and reaffirm the values, the revolutionary values it was founded on, or will it lurch off the precipice, dragging us all into a dangerous and oppressive world in which journalists fall silent under the fear of prosecution and citizens must whisper in the dark?
I say it must turn back. I ask President Obama to do the right thing. The United States must renounce its witch hunt against WikiLeaks. The United States must dissolve its FBI investigation. The United States must vow that it will not seek to prosecute our staff or our supporters. The United States must pledge before the world that it will not pursue journalists for shining a light on the secret crimes of the powerful. There must be no more foolish talk about prosecuting any media organization, be it WikiLeaks or be it the New York Times.
The U.S. administration’s war on whistleblowers must end. Thomas Drake, William Binney and John Kiriakou and the other heroic whistleblowers must—they must—be pardoned or compensated for the hardships they have endured as servants of the public record. And to the Army private who remains in a military prison in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, who was found by the United Nations to have endured months of torturous detention in Quantico, Virginia, and who has yet, after two years in prison, to see a trial: he must be released. Bradley Manning must be released. If Bradley Manning did as he is accused, he is a hero and an example to all of us and one of the world’s foremost political prisoners. Bradley Manning must be released. On Wednesday, Bradley Manning spent his 815th day of detention without trial. The legal maximum is 120 days.
On Thursday, my friend Nabeel Rajab, president of the Bahrain Human Rights Center, was sentenced to three years in prison for a tweet. On Friday, a Russian band was sentenced to two years in jail for a political performance. There is unity in the oppression. There must be absolute unity and determination in the response.
Thank you.
AMY GOODMAN: Julian Assange, speaking to hundreds of supporters and to the media from a windowsill on a small balcony on the second floor of the Ecuadorean embassy in London Sunday. He was careful not to step onto the actual balcony, which is considered outside the legal boundary of the embassy. He stood within the windowsill.
When we come back, we hear from Ecuadorean President Rafael Correa, former British ambassador Craig Murray and writer Tariq Ali. This is Democracy Now!, democracynow.org, The War and Peace Report. Back in a minute. (From Democracy now)
MONARCH WATCH ANNOUNCES ‘BRING BACK THE MONARCHS’ CAMPAIGN
“In real estate it’s location, location, location and for monarchs and other wildlife it’s habitat, habitat, habitat”, said Chip Taylor, Director of Monarch Watch. Monarch Watch (www.MonarchWatch.org) started in 1992 as an outreach program dedicated to engaging the public in studies of monarchs and is now concentrating its efforts on monarch conservation. “We have a lot of habitat in this country but we are losing it at a rapid pace. Development is consuming 6,000 acres a day, a loss of 2.2 million acres per year. Further, the overuse of herbicides along roadsides and elsewhere is turning diverse areas that support monarchs, pollinators, and other wildlife into grass-filled landscapes that support few species. The adoption of genetically modified soybeans and corn have further reduced monarch habitat. If these trends continue, monarchs are certain to decline, threatening the very existence of their magnificent migration”, said Taylor. →More
Built in the 1950s by the Soviet Union, the Baikonur Cosmodrome is an aerospace launch facility located in the desert steppes of Kazakhstan. The world’s first artificial satellite and first manned spacecraft were launched from there, and the base is still used by the Russian space program. Though the city that sprang up around the facility now shares the name Baikonur, it was originally Tyuratam. Baikonur was a mining town about 200 miles (320 km) away. Why was the base named for a distant town? More…Discuss
Davies was one of Canada’s most distinguished writers. Educated at Oxford, he produced more than 30 works of fiction throughout his long literary career, as well as plays, essays, and criticism. Among the themes explored in his densely plotted novels are life’s moral dimensions and the isolation of the spirit. He is best known for his three novel trilogies dealing with life and culture in fictional Ontario villages. What innovative technology, considered indispensible today, did he proudly shun? More…Discuss
In 1845, Rufus Porter—an eccentric inventor, painter, and editor—published the first issue of Scientific American, a weekly newspaper about new inventions. By 1853, its circulation had reached 30,000 and it was reporting on various sciences, such as astronomy and medicine. In 1921, it became a monthly. Its solidly-researched, well-written articles, accompanied by illustrations and explanations, have made it a highly regarded publication. How much did the first subscriptions cost? More…Discuss
Your generosity is greatly appreciated: How wonderful to wake up on a Monday morning to an award from a blogging friend my website.
Like many good things in life it evolved on the corner of a three legged table, not even two years ago, from a burning desire to share my passion for music, photography, physical activity, and poetry, as well as trends, I thought very important, in the world we live in. I am so glad that so many of you like what I tried to make known in my posts.
This is the second Beautiful Blogger Award that I received and both within the last month. (Visit my “Blog Awards” Page for more info.)
Rules:
1. Post seven interesting things about myself.
2. Nominate other bloggers who I feel deserve the award.
3. Let them know about the nomination.
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1. Here are 7 things about me (no not the same you already know):
1. I like squirrels – I think that they are wonderful creatures, from which many among us would learn something from watching their playfulness.
2. If you visit, bring some mushrooms (edible) – I’ll make you something good to eat.
3. I am so happy to wake up everyday, and consider it the gift I treasure most.
4. Last time I check, I was on the market for a Treck bicycle, but ended up taking home a Cannondale bike instead.
5. Do you know how to preserve fresh Tarragon? If not, I do.
6. Once upon a time I liked to go fishing… lately I’d rather cycle instead: Everything changed.
7. I like to make new friends.
2. Nominate other bloggers who I feel deserve the award:
I nominate the following bloggers:
Eda – Her poetry is beautiful (don’t take my word for it check it instead… so what if you don’t know Romanian: Google does!)
Microcritters – His Critters are cool (to say nothing of the super photos of macrocritters) Again don’t take my word for it; gocheck it out for yourselves)
Brooke – I love her website and the beatiful posts she published in the short time since our blogs discovered each other Redwood, cheese, Northern California trip, honey, all wrapped around in wonderful posts anf photos.
Thank you for visiting for a while, and leaving with a thought for this blogger!
Your enthusiasm is the true winner of this award, as your interest, curiosity, and desire to know are its true brain, heart, and few other internat and vital organs of this blog!
Armstrong, qui a donné l’envie à toute une génération de conquérir les étoiles, est mort à 82 ans de complications liées à une opération cardiovasculaire survenue plus tôt dans le mois, a annoncé sa famille samedi.
Parlant d’Armstrong comme d’un “héros américain contre son gré”, ses proches ont exprimé leur espoir que son héritage encourage les jeunes gens à “travailler dur pour que leurs rêves deviennent réalité, (…) repousser les limites et servir avec abnégation une cause plus grande que la leur”.
John Glenn, 81 ans, qui a effectué le premier vol orbital américain, a salué l'”audace” d’Armstrong et rendu hommage à son humilité légendaire.
“Il n’avait pas l’impression de devoir se vendre comme une marchandise”, a déclaré l’ex-sénateur de l’Ohio à la chaîne de télévision CNN. “C’était une personne humble et il l’est resté après son vol lunaire, comme avant”.
Ce pionnier lunaire, décoré de nombreuses fois par les…
Monday, August 27, 2012 (from Democracy Now) (Click to access program)
Election 2012: Dreams of a Vote Deferred?
People remember 1929 as the year of the stock-market crash and the beginning of the Great Depression, the global economic disaster which remains the only one in history that dwarfs the one in which we now find ourselves. It was also the year Martin Luther King Jr. was born, who wouldn’t live to see 40 years.
English: “Photograph of the Hon. C.S. Rolls’ autocar with HRH The Duke of York, Lord Llangattock father, Sir Charles Cust and the Hon. C.S. Rolls as occupants”, taken by John Howard Preston. Charles Stewart Rolls went on to co-found Rolls-Royce in 1904. The photograph shows ‘The Hendre’, the family’s gothic mansion in Monmouthshire. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A member of the British aristocracy, Rolls developed an interest in engines and cars while studying at Cambridge. He became the first person there to have a car—a Peugeot—and, in 1902, he went into the automobile sales business. Striking a deal with manufacturer Frederick Royce in 1906, he co-founded the Rolls-Royce automobile company, which quickly earned a reputation for its engineering. In 1910, at the age of 32, Rolls became the first Briton to die in what unusual way?More…Discuss
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