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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 04:27 pm
Francis wrote:
I was guessing about that song by Lang Jonny...

and now I'm guessing about vultures..


Check this, mon ami. Totally astounding fact

The Old World vultures are related, as they appear to be, to eagles, hawks and falcons. But the seven species of New World vultures - the "buzzards" traditionally seen in Westerns circling scenes of cowboy massacres - are a very different group, scientists have recently discovered.
Although they look virtually identical to their Old World counterparts - bare neck, preference for carrion, long wings and all the rest of it - analysis of their DNA has shown that they are not related at all. Instead, they are related to storks and cranes, and their similarity in appearance is merely a stunning example of co-evolution. Two completely different groups of birds have evolved in exactly the same way to fill exactly the same ecological niche.


http://news.independent.co.uk/world/asia/story.jsp?story=640631
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McTag
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 04:32 pm
Reminiscent, is it not, of the comparison between the Tasmanian Wolf, which is a marsupial, and the European Wolf, which is not.

Two different species have evolved to play the same part in nature, and end up looking remarkably similar, but have come from quite different origins.

Isn't nature wonderful, listeners?
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 04:43 pm
Yes, McTag, wonderful and deadly.

Fascinating article about vultures and cranes and storks...and then there are erns and ospreys and golden eagles.

news item:





MIAMI (Reuters) - A stretch of sand off the west coast of Florida near St. Petersburg is America's best beach of 2005, according to a Florida scientist whose annual top 10 list has become a promotional tool for the tourism industry.


Fort De Soto Park's North Beach is a "natural jewel on the finger of a sun-drenched city," Dr. Stephen Leatherman, head of Florida International University's Laboratory for Coastal Research, said on Wednesday.

Leatherman, who calls himself Dr. Beach, described the Gulf of Mexico beach, on an island off St. Petersburg, as a "long, wide, sugar sand beach with great shelling and thriving natural dunes."

Another question:

What is the big difference between an alligator and a crocodile?
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 05:31 pm
The Heart of the Appaloosa

From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d'Alene
Thimbleberries in the forest, elk grazing on the plain
The People of the Coyote made their camp along the streams
Of the green Wallowa Valley when fences had no name.

And they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the tribe
Who could toe-dance on a ridge or gallop up a mountainside
Who could haul the hunter's burden, turn a buffalo stampede
The horse that wore the spotted coat was born with matchless speed.

CHORUS:
Thunder Rolling in the Mountains
Lead the People across the Great Divide
There's blood on the snow in the hills of Idaho
But the heart of the Appaloosa never died.

In the winter came the crowned ones near frozen in the cold
Bringing firearms and spyglasses and a book that saves the soul
The people gave them welcome, nursed them till their strenght returned
And studied the talking paper, its mysteries to learn.

In the shadow of the mission sprang up farms and squatter towns
The plain was lined with fences, the plow blade split the ground
In the shallows of the Clearwater gold glittered in the pan
And the word would come from Washington: remove the Indian.

CHORUS

The chief spoke to the People in his anger and his pain
"I am no more Chief Joseph. Rolling Thunder is my name.
They condemn us to a wasteland of barren soil and stone
We shall fight them if we must, but we will find another home."

They fled into the Bitterroot, an army at their heels
They fought at White Bird Canyon, they fought at Misery Hill
Till the colonel saw his strategy and sent the order down
To kill the Appaloosa wherever it be found.

CHORUS

Twelve hundred miles retreating, three times over the Divide
The horse their only safety, their only ally
Three thousand Appaloosas perishod with the tribe
The people and the horses dying side by side.

Thunder Rolling in the Mountains said, "my heart is sick and sad.
Our children now are freezing. The old chiefs are dead.
The hunger take our spirit. Our wounds are deep and sore.
From where the sun now stands I shal fight no more."

CHORUS

They were sent to Oklahoma, malaria ran rife
But more died of broken hearts far from the land that gave them life
And the man once called Joseph at death was heard to say
"We have given up our horses. They have gone away."

But sometimes without warning from a dull domestic herd
A spotted horse of spirit wondrous will emerge
Strong it is and fearless and nimble on a hill
Listening for thunder, the Appaloosa's living still.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 06:00 pm
edgar, I think an Appaloosa just trod upon my grave. That was a spectral song, my friend, and so beautiful.

When I think of painted ponies,
That roamed free upon the range,
When I think of carbine rifles
And the burst that is their flame,

I look upon the ocean
And get lost within its wave,
Think of whales that are a sounding
And the cradle--thus the grave.

I know that ring around the moon,
Means not an angry sea,
But just the way that nature
Tells with tender majesty.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 06:17 pm
I don't want your lonely mansion
With a tear in every room
All I want's the love you've promised
Beneath the halo moon
But you think I should be happy
With your money and your name
And hide myself in sorrows
While you play your cheatin' game
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine
And I dare not drown my sorrows
In the warm glow of your mind
You can't buy my love with money
'Cause I ain't never was that kind
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine
And I dare not drown my sorrows
In the warm glow of your mind
You can't buy my love with money
'Cause I ain't never was that kind
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 06:25 pm
and then, dys. There is the other side of the record:

I don't want your green back dollar,
I don't want your watch and chain,
All I want is your love darlin'
Won't you take me back again.

Or the alternate:

other versions recorded by: The
Carter Family, Pete Seeger, Woodie Guthrie, The Grateful Dead, Ralph
Stanley (or The Stanley Brothers) and Joan Baez.


The lyrics as sung by Micky & Peter:

I was born in East Virginia
North Carolina, I did roam
There I met a sweet young maiden
Her name and age, I do not know

Her hair it was a light brown color
And her cheeks were ruby red
On her breast she wore white lillies
There I longed to lay my head

I'd rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun refuse to shine
Than to see her with another
And to know she'd never be mine

I was born in East Virginia
North Carolina, I did roam
There I met a sweet young maiden
Her name and age, I do not know
Her name and age, I do not know
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 06:31 pm
City girls just seem to find out early how to open doors with just a smile.
A rich old man and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace and go in style.
Late at night a big old house gets lonely, I guess every form of refuge has its price.
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only given to a man with hands as cold as ice.
So she tells him she must go out for the evening to comfort an old friend who's feeling down.
But he knows where she's going as she's leaving, she's headed for the cheating side of town.
You can't hide your lying eyes and your smile is a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize, there ain't no way to hide your lying eyes.

On the other side of town a boy is waiting with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal.
She drives on through the nice anticipating cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel.
She rushes to his arms, they fall together. She whispers that it's only for awhile.
She swears that soon she'll be coming back forever, she pulls away and leaves him with a smile.
You can't hide your lying eyes and your smile is a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize, there ain't no way to hide your lying eyes.

She gets up and pours herself a strong one and stares out at the stars up in the sky.
Another night, it's gonna be a long one, she draws the shade and hangs her head to cry.
She wonders how it ever got this crazy, she thinks about a boy she knew in school.
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy? She's so far gone she feels just like a fool.
My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things, you set it up so well, so carefully.
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things,
you're still the same old girl you used to be.
You can't hide your lying eyes and your smile is a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize, there ain't no way to hide your lying eyes.
There ain't no way to hide your lying eyes. Honey, you can't hide your lying eyes.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 06:38 pm
and as the eagles soar through dys' song, I must remember that I don't get too hungry for dinner at eight.

A meager meal tonight, folks.

later.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:10 pm
French cheese cake? I had never EVER heard of it before and it was better than New Yawk.

Listeners, What do you think of when you see this headline?

Alzheimer victim sold eleven organs!
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:16 pm
Sylvia's Mother

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy,
too busy to come to the phone .
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's trying
to start a new life of her own.
Sylvia's mother says "Sylvia's happy...
So why don't you leave her alone?"

And the operator says
"Forty cents more, for the next three minutes."
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packing,
she's gonna be leaving today.
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's marrying
a fellah down Galveston way .
Sylvia's mother says "Please don't say nothing
to make her start crying and stay."

And the operator says
"Forty cents more, for the next three minutes."
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !

Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's hurrying,
she's catching the nine'o'clock train.
Sylvia's mother says:"Take your umbrella,
cause Sylvie it's starting to rain."
And Sylvia's mother says "Thank you for calling
and sir won't you come back again ?"

And the operator says
"Forty cents more, for the next three minutes."
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:24 pm
At the time when pal Mike and I started banding hawks (and owls) together there were no turkey vultures this far north. Slowly they started infiltrating farther north 'til the point where they're now quite common. People would ask if we also banded them. We don't. Probably because of their diet they exude an acid that would eat away the metal band provided to us by U. S. Fish and Wildlife.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:25 pm
edgar, do you mean that you see Sylvia's mother when you read that headline? Razz

Actually, Texas, I thought it meant that the poor woman sold eleven of her organs. duh. and it was about an unscrupulous music store owner who sold the lady eleven musical instruments that were faulty.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:45 pm
Oops, Bob. Missed your hawk band...sorry.<smile>

Hey, buddy, that would make a great group. Think of it.

Tonight, Karaoke presents Boston Bob and his hawk band:

Opening song:

With someone like you, a pal so good and true,
I'd like to leave it all behind,
And go and find,
A place that's known to hawks alone,
Just a spot to call our own,
We'll find a perfect peace,
Where joy will never cease,
Out there beneath the kindly skies.
We'll build a sweet little nest,
Somewhere out in the West,
And let the rest of the world go by.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:52 pm
Truth is, I didn't see a thing. I came home tired and haven't had the mental capacity to read much of what's posted this eve.
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djjd62
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 07:52 pm
speaking of boston

Long Time
Boston

It's been such a long time
I think I should be goin', yeah
And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
Sail on, on a distant highway
I've got to keep on chasin' a dream
I've gotta be on my way
Wish there was something I could say.


Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door.


It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.

Well I get so lonely when I am without you
But in my mind, deep in my mind,
I can't forget about you
Good times, and faces that remind me
I'm tryin' to forget your name and leave it all behind me
You're comin' back to find me.


Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door.


It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.

Yeah. It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin', yeah
And time dosnt wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
There's a long road, I've gotta stay in time with
I've got to keep on chasin' that dream, though I may never find it
I'm always just behind it.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
Takin' my time, just movin' along
Takin' my time, yeah I'm takin' my time...
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 08:04 pm
Ah, edgar. I understand. Sorta yawning myself.

Perhaps dj's dream chasing is getting to us all.

Had I not given my dream keeper away, I'd wear it to bed tonight.

Goodnight to all:

From Letty with love.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 09:12 pm
Each Sunday morning at breaking of day
A most lovely creature she passes my way
I stand at my window to catch her eye
But her head never turns as she passes me by

Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa,
What is this feeling that haunts me so
Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa
Soon you must love me or let me go

As I Wander around thru the country side
There's many a girl that would be my bride,
But always before the vows I can say
Her image returns and she draws me away

Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa,
What is this feeling that haunts me so
Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa
Soon you must love me or let me go

It's Saturday night it's cold , it's bare
I sit in my room and just longingly stare
For I know comes the morning my heart will glow
At the sight of my love as she passes below

Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa,
What is this feeling that haunts me so
Bella Rosa, Bella Rosa
Soon you must love me or let me go
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Diane
 
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Reply Thu 26 May, 2005 11:22 pm
Edgar, I loved the Appaloosa song. Do you know which album it was on?

Here's a good quote by Miles:
My future starts when I wake up every morning... Every day I find something creative to do with my life. -- Miles Davis

And the great Peggy Lee. She was unique with a voice that will never be matched.

Words and Music by John Davenport - and Eddie Cooley


Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever (you give me fever) when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight (you give me fever)
Fever ... in the mornin'
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
'cause I know you're gonna treat me right
You give me fever (you give me fever) when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight (you give me fever)
Fever ... in the mornin'
Fever all through the night (WOW!!)

Everybody's got the fever
That is somethin' you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long time ago
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Fri 27 May, 2005 03:25 am
Happy birthday Rachel Carson. This remarkable woman with her book Silent Spring almost single handedly laid the foundation for the environmental movement.

Rachel Carson
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Rachel Louise Carson (May 27, 1907 - April 14, 1964) was a zoologist and biologist whose landmark book, Silent Spring is often credited with having launched the global environmental movement, and undoubtedly had an immense effect in the United States, where it brought about a reversal in national pesticide policy.

Carson was born in 1907 on a small family farm in Springdale, Pennsylvania, and died of breast cancer on 14 April 1964. She was fifty-six. In 1980 she was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian honour in the USA.

Carson orginally went to school to study English but switched her major to biology and soon learned that she had a talent for writing, observing that she could try to "make animals in the woods or waters, where they live, as alive to others as they are to me". She graduated from Pennsylvania College for Women (now Chatham College) in 1929. Despite financial difficulties, she continued her studies in zoology and genetics at Johns Hopkins University, earning a master's degree in zoology in 1932.

Carson taught zoology at Johns Hopkins and at the University of Maryland for several years and continued to study, particularly at the Marine Biological Laboratories in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. Her financial situation, never satisfactory, became worse in 1932 when her father died, leaving Carson to care for her aging mother, and making a continuation of her doctoral studies impossible. She took on a part-time position at the U.S. Bureau of Fisheries as a science writer working on radio scripts - in the process having to overcome resistance to the then-radical idea of having a woman sit for the Civil Service exam. She outscored all other applicants on the exam and in 1936 became only the second woman ever to be hired by the Bureau of Fisheries for a full-time, professional position (as a junior aquatic biologist).

At the Bureau, Carson worked on everything from cookbooks to scientific journals, and became known for her ruthless insistence on high standards of writing. Early in her time there, the head of the Bureau's Division of Scientific Inquiry (who had been instrumental in finding a position for her in the first place) rejected one of Carson's radio scripts because it was "too literary", but suggested that she submit it to the Atlantic Monthly. To Carson's astonishment and delight it was accepted, and published as Undersea in 1937. (Other sources have it that it was the editor of The Baltimore Sun who made the Atlantic Monthly suggestion - Carson had been eking out her tiny income with short articles for that paper for some time.) Also in 1937, Carson's family responsibilities increased when her older sister died at the age of 40, and she had to take on responsibility for her two nieces.

Publishing house Simon & Schuster, impressed by Undersea, contacted Carson and suggested that she expand it into book form. Several years of working in the evenings resulted in Under the Sea-Wind (1941) which received excellent reviews but flopped in commercial terms - it had the misfortune to be released just a month before the Pearl Harbor raid catapulted America into World War II.

Carson rose within the Bureau (by then transformed into the Fish and Wildlife Service), becoming chief editor of publications in 1949. For some time she had been working on material for a second book: it was rejected by 15 different magazines before The New Yorker serialized parts of it as A Profile of the Sea in 1951. Other parts soon appeared in Nature, and Oxford University Press published it in book form as The sea around us. It remained on the New York Times bestseller list for 86 weeks, was abridged by Reader's Digest, won the National Book Award, and resulted in Carson being awarded two honorary doctorates.

With success came financial security, and Carson was able to give up her job in 1952 to concentrate on writing full time: completing the third volume of her sea trilogy, The Edge of the Sea in 1955. It was another bestseller, won further awards, and was made into an Oscar-winning documentary film - severely embarrassing Carson, who was appalled at the film's sensational style and distortion of fact, and disassociated herself from it. Through 1956 and 1957, Carson worked on a number of projects, including articles for popular magazines and a telescript.

Family tragedy struck a third time when one of the nieces she had cared for in the 1940s died at the age of 36, leaving a five-year-old orphan son. Carson took on that responsibility alongside the continuing one of caring for her mother, who was almost 90 by this time. She adopted the boy and, needing a suitable place to raise him, bought a rural property in Maryland. This environment was to be a major factor in the choice of her next topic.

Silent Spring was Carsons first book focused on environment, particularly pesticides. Carson's underlying theory of Silent Spring was that humans are interdependent with nature. Rachel wanted to show how something such as a pesticide could effect one thing in the food chain but because of how many things in nature rely on eachother the harmful effects could be spread to many other creatures, plants, etc.
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Environmental Activism

Starting in the mid-1940s, Carson became concerned about the use of newly invented pesticides, especially DDT.

"The more I learned about the use of pesticides, the more appalled I became."

she wrote later, explaining her decision to start researching for what would eventually become her most famous work, Silent Spring.

"What I discovered was that everything which meant most to me as a naturalist was being threatened, and that nothing I could do would be more important."

The four year task of writing Silent Spring began with a letter from the custodian of a Massachusetts bird sanctuary which had been destroyed by aerial spraying of DDT. The letter asked Carson to use her influence with government authorities to begin an investigation into pesticide use. Carson, however, decided it would be more effective to raise the issue in a popular magazine. Publishers were uninterested and eventually the project became a book instead.

As a scientist of international standing now, she was able to ask (and receive) the aid of prominent biologists, chemists, pathologists, and entomologists. Silent Spring became a detailed chronicle of the association between over-use of pesticides like dieldrin, toxaphene, heptachlor, and DDT and mass wildlife kills, but it was no mere dry recital of the facts and figures: Carson's writing was as lyrical and evocative as it was precise. Part-way through the process of writing it, she was diagnosed with breast cancer: Silent Spring would be her last major work.

Even before Silent Spring was published by Houghton Mifflin in 1962, there was strong opposition to it. As Time magazine recounted it in 1999:

Carson was violently assailed by threats of lawsuits and derision, including suggestions that this meticulous scientist was a "hysterical woman" unqualified to write such a book.A huge counterattack was organized and led by Monsanto, Velsicol, American Cyanamid - indeed, the whole chemical industry - duly supported by the Agriculture Department as well as the more cautious in the media.

Scientists, chemical companies and other critics attacked the data and interpretation in the book, and some went further to attack Carson's scientific credentials. These chemical companies even went on to refer to her as unprofessional and even accuse of her of being a communist. Houghton Mifflin was pressured - unsuccessfully - into suppressing the book. Other reviews, however, were positive, and Silent Spring became a runaway best seller both in the USA and overseas. Carson received hundreds of speaking invitations, but was unable to accept the great majority of them: her long battle with breast cancer was entering its final stages. Audubon and National Parks Magazine published additional excerpts from Silent Spring and within a year or so of publication:

"all but the most self-serving of Carson's attackers were backing rapidly toward safer ground. In their ugly campaign to reduce a brave scientist's protest to a matter of public relations, the chemical interests had only increased public awareness"
(http://www.time.com/time/time100/scientist/profile/carson03.html).

Pesticide use became a major public issue, helped by Carson's April 1963 appearance on a CBS TV special with the soft-spoken Carson in debate with a chemical company spokesman. Although she was gravely ill by this time, Carson's restrained demeanor was persuasive. Later that year she was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences and received many other honours and awards, including the Audubon Medal and the Cullen Medal of the American Geographical Society.

The issue reached great prominence in part because of the uses of DDT in third-world counties to control malarial insects. In that application, the National Academy of Sciences stated in 1965 that "in a little more than two decades, DDT has prevented 500 million [human] deaths that would otherwise have been inevitable."

The decisive outcome was the response of the US government, which ordered a complete review of pesticide policy. In one of her last public appearances, Carson testifed before a Senate investigative committee.

The eventual banning of DDT in 1972 was a direct result of Carson's work. After seven months of testimony, EPA Administrative Law Judge Edmund Sweeney stated that "DDT is not a carcinogenic hazard to man... The uses of DDT under the regulations involved here do not have a deleterious effect on freshwater fish, estuarine organisms, wild birds, or other wildlife... The evidence in this proceeding supports the conclusion that there is a present need for the essential uses of DDT." Two months later, EPA head William Ruckelshaus overturned Judge Sweeney's decision, saying that DDT was a "potential human carcinogen," and banned its use.

Silent Spring remains both one of the foundation texts for the contemporary environmental movement and an important work to this day. However, she has also come in for much criticism for the resuscitation of deadly malaria that had largely been wiped out. And her fellow environmentalist Dr. J. Gordon Edwards, an entomologist at San Jose State University, said her book was loaded with "untruthful and misleading" statements, and he said:

She was really playing loose with the facts, deliberately wording many sentences in such a way as to make them imply certain things without actually saying them, carefully omitting everything that failed to support her thesis that pesticides were bad, that industry was bad, and that any scientists who did not support her views were bad. It slowly dawned on me that Rachel Carson was not interested in the truth about those topics, and that I really was being duped, along with millions of other Americans.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Carson
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