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Good article, Bob. Interesting.

Seems that Miss Letty and the posse here at Radio WA2K are ahead of the market, with our eclectic mix. Trailblazers.

btw could somebody tell me what eclectic means?

Actually, I was up too late. I just got up.

And, another wonderful Saturday here at WA2K radio.

I would like to thank dj for that song, and I do believe that it is an adaptation of that poem.

Wi, I have never heard the song that your father sang, but it is unusual.

Once again, our edgar has provided us with a mixture of songs, one which I think of often, "You get a line and I'll get a pole."

Bob, thanks so much for that article. As mentioned before, formula radio is terrible, and I am happy to see someone has arranged it so that there is a mix, and your IRS statements were great! Some guy once filled his return on his shirt and sent it in. The IRS didn't blink an eye, and just processed it.


It seems that Anatole France's birthday, once again coincides with the earlier quote that I got from Setanta. Thanks, Raggedy for the celeb update.

To me, Peter Ustinov was one of the finest actors that has ever graced the silver screen. What a talent.

McTag, you funny thing. You Brits are an eclectic bunch, especially you since you like a variety of stuff.

as some of you might remember, when we moved into this house last fall the yard was nothing but solid rock/gravel, we are beginning to make small progress so I took these pics this morning;

and finally I got the lilly pond with fountain in yesterday and the lady Diane plated the water plants this morning;(sally supervised)

Listeners, our dys has just shown us the most beautiful garden design. It is quite difficult to explain because the progress from solid rock to flowering and growing things defies description.

Suffice it to say, that budding trees and deep green grass, bordered by small clusters of flowers is enhanced with brick enclosures.

Delightful, dys and Diane.

For d and d's garden:

Whose Garden Was This?
(Tom Paxton)

Whose garden was this?
It must have been lovely
Did it have flowers?
I've seen pictures of flowers
And I'd love to have smelled one

Whose river was this?
You say it ran freely
Blue was its color
I've seen blue ones on pictures
And you tell me you've been there

Ah, tell me again I need to know
The forest had trees, the meadows were green,
The oceans were blue and birds really flew
Can you swear that was true?
Whose grey sky was this?
Or was it a blue one?
Nights there were breezes
I've heard records of breezes
And you tell me you've felt one?

Whose forest was this?
And why is it empty?
You say there were bird songs
And squirrels in the branches
But why is it silent



Whose garden was this?
It must have been lovely
Did it have flowers?
I've seen pictures of flowers
And I'd love to have smelled one.

I'm afraid, listeners, that I have more of an octapussy's garden by the sea.

Donovan - There Is A Mountain

The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is.
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
The caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within.
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain.
Oh Juanita, oh Juanita, oh Juanita, I call your name.
Oh, the snow will be a blinding sight to see as it lies on
yonder hillside.
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is.
The lock upon my garden gate's a snail, that's what it is.
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within.
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within.
Ah, my-my.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there
is.
First there is a mountain

edgar, that song by Donovan is more cryptic than Robert Frost. What does it mean?

Thought for Today: ``Talent is like money; you don't have to have some to talk about it.'' - Jules Renard, French educator and author (1864-1910).



04/15/05 20:00

Jules, you are sooooooo right.

To me, Donovan's song must be understood in the way Zen is 'understood.' The sound of one happening.

Diane, water is the thing that cleanses. The first time that I saw the ocean was in Fort Lauderdale. I was just a kid and I stood looking at the vastness of it in an aqua trance.

I have heard about arroyos and the instant flooding that could become a gully washer.

I miss swimming, however, listeners, but it's something that one never forgets. In psychology it has to do with chaining.

I enjoyed the garden photos, Dys and Diane.

Ah, I see, edgar. (I think) So, you must mean a Zen garden.




Rumi -
The Dancing Cry Of The Soul




Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship
Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly
So is love among the skies.
I leap across the mountaintops, madly singing the song of all songs
I float through the ether, intoxicated, thrilled
I think only of your love, your calling to me
And I dance the thousand dances of love, all returning to you.

It is not the play of children, nor the detached unity of wise sages
Unreal! Unnecessary!
Where is the beauty?

When I, like a glowing comet, may flash around your sun
Laughing, singing, with the joy of loving you!

Wine makes drunk the mind and body
But it is love which thrills the soul
When I approach you, I feel the mad pounding of love
The singing wonder
The joy which opens blossoms on the trees of the world.

Come to me, and I shall dance with you
In the temples, on the beaches, through the crowded streets
Be you man or woman, plant or animal, slave or free
I shall show you the brilliant crystal fires, shining within
I shall show you the beauty deep within your soul
I shall show the path beyond Heaven.

Only dance, and your illusions will blow in the wind
Dance, and make joyous the love around you
Dance, and your veils which hide the Light
Shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

A news item that is worth the read:


Published: 4/16/05

Now this is the sound of both hands clapping, folks














NEW YORK (AP) - She began dancing on Broadway while the doughboys were still fighting in France. In the 1920s, she was Al Jolson's leading lady, and later was the first to perform "Singin' in the Rain" - years before Gene Kelly.

On Friday, 101-year-old Doris Eaton Travis, a former Ziegfeld Girl, was back on a 42nd Street stage, rehearsing for Broadway's 19th annual fund-raiser to fight AIDS.

"It is very thrilling and very delightful to step out onto that (New) Amsterdam Theater, where my career in musical comedy theater started," Travis said after working through a little tap dance number with about a dozen male hoofers. "It's the same old floor that I tapped on."

The 5-foot-2, silver-haired dynamo, who lives in Norman, Okla., is the featured performer in an opening number for the benefit show (scheduled for Monday and Tuesday).

Rising from below the stage by elevator, one dancer revels in her sprightly appearance, telling her: "You don't look a day over 48, honey!"

She then did a few low but graceful kicks with the dancers, swaying and turning around in time to the piano music.

Part of a show business family, she began performing with her brothers and sisters at age 5. She was hired by the legendary showman Florenz Ziegfeld in 1918 and danced with the troupe for several years before heading to Hollywood, where she appeared in a number of films. In 1926, she was back on Broadway, starring with Jolson in "Big Boy."

In 1929, she was a featured dancer at the Music Box Review Theater on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood, where she first introduced the song "Singin' in the Rain."

The Depression was tough on Travis and by 1936, she became an Arthur Murray dance instructor. She later moved to Michigan, where she eventually operated 18 Arthur Murray franchises. Later, she retired to Oklahoma with husband Paul, where they operated a ranch for quarter horses.

Since his death in 2000, she has allowed the ranch to be used for people who have one or two horses as pets, and for older horses being put out to pasture. "I call it the Travis Ranch Nursing Home for Horses," she joked.

Although she quit school as a young woman to perform on stage, Travis enlisted in college in the 1980s and graduated Phi Beta Kappa from the University of Oklahoma in 1992.

As with most centenarians, she was asked the secret to her longevity.

"Well I never smoked or drank. My mother was a wonderful cook, so she gave us a good start in life," she said, adding, "I'm sure that the dancing I've done, exercising, has helped me to keep a body that is flexible. And ... you've got to use your mind, as I discovered as time went on."

At 101, she added, "I will admit that sometimes I get a little tired. Once in a while I'll take a little nap in the afternoon, which I didn't use to do, but I think I'm privileged to do that."

Travis was 14 when she started with the Follies (lying about her age to get the gig).

People are still amazed when they learn she was once a Ziegfeld Girl.

"It seems that when people find out about it, they're astonished; and possibly because I'm still walking around," she said with a laugh.

All these years later, Travis says dance is the primary thing that keeps her going.

When she moved to Oklahoma, she told her husband their house must have a foyer large enough for dancing. Although her dance partners - her spouse and siblings - are all gone, she still returns there at night.

"I have my little Victrola there and I play the records and I dance the foxtrot and the waltz and the rumba, though swaying by myself."

Encore, don't you think, listeners?

Be careful with the one hand clapping, Letty. There was a Zen master who practiced finger Zen. When one of his students mimiced his finger motions in answer to a question, the finger got cut off. However, the student did find enlightenment by story end.

edgar, I don't understand zen and don't pretend to do so; however, I do like to look at all things and see if in some way there is a little bit of me in there. I think we are all given to this, because we are still learning about ourselves, right listeners?

Speaking of fingers, there is an ongoing concern about a finger found in a Wendy's chili, or was that a burger?

One small gripe:

I had a telephone call from a man wanting me to donate to the cause of Nam vets. I was right in the middle of something that could not be put on hold and when I tried to explain to him he said:

Well, what exactly ARE you involved in?

I just hung up the phone. I was dismayed because I really would have liked to have donated to that cause in honor of so many Nam vets here on our forum and on WA2K radio.

Some folks have the bedside manner of a troll. <smile>

Talkin' of rivers and such, reminded me of the song heard on the interesting film "Brother, Where Art Thou?

"Down To The River To Pray"

As i went down to the river to pray
Studyin about that good ol' way and who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way!

O sisters let's go down
Lets go down, Come on down
O sisters lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studyin about that good ol way
And who shall wear the robe & crown
Good Lord show me the way

O brothers lets go down
Let's go down, Come on down
O brothers lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studyin about that good ol way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good lord show me the way

O fathers lets go down
Let's go down, Come on down
O fathers lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray studying about that good ol way
And who shall wear th robe and crown
Good Lord show me the way

O mothers lets go down
Come on down, don't you wanna go down?
O Mothers lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studin about that good ol' way
And who shall wear the starry crown?
Good Lord show me the way

O sinners lets go down
Lets go down, come on down
O sinners lets go down
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray
Studyin about that good ol way
And who shall wear the Robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way

Nice garden pictures. I like a good construction project. Dys, you must be one of the "horny-handed sons of toil", now, after shifting great lumps of Albu-kk. I hope your visit to decadent old Europe does not make you too soft.