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Funny, yit. Well, if they have little gold crowns on their heads it might get in the way of tasting.

Now toadstools? They be poison, but I have heard about certain mushrooms.

Here's an interesting medical item:

to Alcoholism By Steven Reinberg
HealthDay Reporter
19 minutes ago



WEDNESDAY, Aug. 10 (HealthDay News) -- Hard-drinking fruit flies have helped U.S. and German scientists uncover a gene that may shed light on humans' tolerance to alcohol.



The gene -- named hangover by its discoverers -- is part of a genetic pathway that enables the flies to deal with increasing amounts of alcohol, according to researchers.


They also believe this mechanism can lead to alcohol dependence and addiction.


The finding may be important because "identifying the genes you inherit that relate to your tolerance to alcohol helps us understand how genes set you up for a vulnerability to alcoholism," said Dr. James Garbutt, a professor of psychiatry at the University of North Carolina.


Garbutt was not involved in the study, which was led by Ulrike Heberlein, an associate professor of anatomy at the University of California at San Francisco. Her team's report appears in the Aug. 11 issue of Nature.


In their experiments, Heberlein's group found that flies without the hangover gene didn't develop a tolerance to alcohol when exposed to increased amounts of ethanol (alcohol) vapor.


In addition, the team found that the flies missing this gene also have poor responses to other stresses, such as higher temperatures. This suggests that the hangover gene might also play a role in dealing with stressful conditions, the researchers report.

Heberlein's group believes a similar genetic pathway might exist in people. This suggests that alcohol addiction may be triggered by how people respond to high alcohol intake, the researchers say. This finding could lead to new understandings of how alcoholism develops in humans, they add.


Garbutt thinks the findings are interesting, but may not be applicable to people.


"The fruit fly is a great model for lots of things," he said. "The question is how will it play out in the human being?"


Garbutt believes alcohol tolerance in people is more complicated than just one gene, and does not depend on one or two genetic systems alone. It is an open question whether this discovery will help explain alcohol tolerance in humans, he said.


People's alcohol tolerance is most likely genetically controlled, Garbutt said. "There is good evidence that alcoholism has a strong genetic component," he added. "One of the risk factors in human alcoholism is the ability to tolerate alcohol when you first start drinking. There are some clues about genes associated with that."


This research is important, Garbutt said, because it could point to new methods of identifying a genetic predisposition to alcoholism. "Moreover, if you understand the biology, then we might be able to develop pharmacological tools that can treat somebody who has already developed alcoholism," he added

Ever had a nightmare in the day? I have. Hmmmm. Trying to remember the group who sang Welcome to my Nightmare:

Here's an odd song by The Smashing Pumpkins:

Behold! The Night Mare Lyrics




I've faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
Appease you
The wind blows and I know

I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you'll find me
The coarse tide reflects sky

And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare rides on
What i fear is lost here
The wind blows and I know

Wow! odd, no? Speaking of wind blowing. Irene is becoming a bit of a blow. Doesn't seem to be headed our way, though.







All you have to do is run away
And steal yourself from me
Become a mystery to gaze into
You're so cruel in all you do
But still I believe, I believe in you

So may you come with your own knives
You'll never take me alive
With all the force of what is true
Is there nothing I can do?

I can't go on, digging roses from you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you'll find me

And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare rides on

I've faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I can't keep
Related:

Well, folks. That didn't quite come across as I intended it to. Just call it a voice over, if you will.

Alice Cooper? My word. How could have I forgotten that.

Here's the welcome song then:


Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel like you belong
A nocturnal vacation
Unnecessary sedation
You want to feel at home 'cause you belong

Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my breakdown
I hope I didn't scare you
That's just the way we are when we come down
We sweat and laugh and scream here
'cuz life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here

Welcome to my breakdown
Whoa
You're welcome to my nightmare
Yeah

Welcome to my nightmare
I think you're gonna like it
I think you're gonna feel that you belong
We sweat laugh and scream here
'cuz life is just a dream here
You know inside you feel right at home here
Welcome to my nightmare
Welcome to my breakdown
Yeah

That song rivals Tam O'Shanter's ride.

from the classic alice cooper album, alice cooper goes to hell, this little ditty for a hot summer night

Guilty
Alice Cooper

Just tried to have fun
raised hell and then some
I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son
Slap on the make-up
and blast out the music
Wake up the neighbors with a roar like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
I like driving too fast
Love going too far
It seems the law's on my ass every time I stick it out of the door
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
Bad boy on a summer night
When the heat makes me mean and I wanna fight
With my pedal to the metal
And I do what I want to do
Bad girls make me feel all right
When it's hot and they start screaming in the night
Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty
I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty
My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration
Willpower has sunk to all-time low
If you call that guilty well I guess I am
I'm guilty
I'm guilty
If you call that guilty then that's what I am
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
Well I'm guilty
Yeah I'm guilty
I don't care
I'm guilty
I think I've been framed anyway
They said I'm guilty
I'm guilty
They're guilty and everyone is guilty

Hey, Canada. Thanks for that "golly gee" song by Cooper. Funny. but here's the flip side:

The Lights Went Out In Georgia
Lyrics for Album: For My Broken Heart
He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop
At Web's and have him a drink for he went home to her
Andy Wo-Lo said hello
He said "Hi what's a doing"
Wo said "Sit down I got some bad news that's gonna hurt"
Said I'm your best friend and you know that's right
But your young bride ain't home tonight
Since you been gone she's been seeing that Amos boy Seth
He got mad and he saw red
Andy said boy don't you lose your head
Cause to tell you the truth I've been with her myself

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hand

Andy got scared and left the bar
Walking on home cause he didn't live far you see
Andy didn't have many friends and he just lost him one
Brother thought his wife must've left town
So he went home and finally found the only thing
Daddy had left him and that was a gun
He went off to Andy's house
Slipping through the back woods quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make

He looked through the screen at the back porch door
He saw Andy lying on the floor
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake

The Georgia patrol was making their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag em down
And a big bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said
"Why'd you do it?"

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hand

They hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy's house and back that night were mine
And his cheatin wife had never left town
And that's one body that'll be found
You see little sister don't miss when she aims her gun

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hand

That's the night the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Don't trust your soul to no back woods Southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his hand.

from elvis costello, some songs about lights

Suit of Lights
Elvis Costello

While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
And it's the force of habit
If it moves then you **** it
If it doesn't move you stab it

And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public execution
Inside he died a thousand deaths

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

In the perforated first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress

Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
And learnt everything that she does
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
Or let him go

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
It's enough to make you think right now
But you don't bother
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
Though you know that it's wrong

And there's still life in your body
But most of it's leaving
Can't you give us all a break
Can't you stop breathing

And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights


The Big Light
Elvis Costello

Well I had a little feeling to have a big night
And woke up feeling small and not so brave and not quite right
I had to face the who am I and where is she and what did I do
But worst of all I had to face the big light

<Chorus>
The big light came through my window and it opened up my eyelids
and it snapped them up like roller blinds and told me things that I did
I can't face another day and night of good ideas and complications
And I'm thankful that I didn't open another bottle of inspiration

When the hangover this morning had a personality
And I cast my shattered mind over selected memories
I didn't even touch the light switch so I knew I'd never see
The haggard face that would be staring back at me

<Chorus>

Well I had a little feeling to have a big time
And I woke up to alarm bells like a big church chime
I had to face the who am I and who is she and what did I do
But worst of all I had to face the big light

<Chorus>

Well, it's fine to go out and have a big night
But sooner or later you're gonna face the big light

The Window - Leonard Cohen

Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...

Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...

Gentle this soul

Hey, edgar. Great to see you back in our studio.

Wow, folks, all the macabre songs are gettin' me a little down, and I do wish they would quit showing moments in Peter Jennings life.

The Window and The Suit of light seemed to go together. Whoa!

Here's a news retraction of sorts:

Jagger Says Song Not an Anti-Bush Tirade 2 hours, 7 minutes ago



NEW YORK - The Rolling Stones' upcoming album contains a song seemingly critical of President Bush, but Mick Jagger denies it's directed at him, according to the syndicated TV show "Extra."


"It is not really aimed at anyone," Jagger said on the entertainment-news show's Wednesday edition. "It's not aimed, personally aimed, at President Bush. It wouldn't be called 'Sweet Neo Con' if it was."

The song is from the new album, "A Bigger Bang," set for release Sept. 6. There is no mention of Bush or Iraq. But it does refer to military contractor Halliburton, which was formerly run by Vice President Cheney and has been awarded key Iraq contracts, and the rising price of gasoline.

"How come you're so wrong? My sweet neo-con, where's the money gone, in the Pentagon," goes one refrain.

The song also includes the line: "It's liberty for all, democracy's our style, unless you are against us, then it's prison without trial."

"It is certainly very critical of certain policies of the administration, but so what! Lots of people are critical," Jagger told "Extra."

A representative for the Stones said the group had no further comment about the song.

The Rolling Stones intend to kick off a U.S. tour in Boston Aug. 21.

Goodnight, my dear friends. Tomorrow, perhaps we'll have a pleasant surprise for all of you:


THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL

There's a long, long trail a winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon-beams.
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going
Down that long, long trail with you

From Letty with love

The Long And Winding Road
The Beatles

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
leads me to your door.

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried,
Anyway you'll never know
The many ways I've tried.

But still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago (ohhh)
Don't keep me waiting here
Lead me to your door.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Alex Haley
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Alexander Palmer Haley (August 11, 1921 - February 10, 1992) was an African American writer (though he was also proud of his White and Cherokee Heritage) who was the Chief Journalist for the United States Coast Guard before retiring to become a senior editor for Reader's Digest. He wrote The Autobiography of Malcolm X in 1965 and is probably best known for his book Roots: The Saga of an American Family, a fictionalized account of his family's history, starting with the story of Kunta Kinte, kidnapped in Gambia in 1767 to be sold as a slave in the United States. Roots won the Pulitzer Prize and went on to become a popular television miniseries. Alex Haley is noted for having done several interviews for Playboy Magazine in the US.

In the late 1980s, Haley began working on a second historical novel based on another branch of his family, traced through his grandmother Queen - the daughter of a black slave woman and her white master. Haley died before he could complete the story; at his request, it was finished by David Stevens and was published as Alex Haley's Queen. It was subsequently made into a movie in 1993.
Alex Haley served in the US Coast Guard for 20 years.
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Alex Haley served in the US Coast Guard for 20 years.

Born in Ithaca, New York, Haley grew up in the Southern U.S. and served in the Coast Guard on May 24, 1939. He enlisted as a Seaman and then became a third class Petty Officer in the rate of Mess Attendant, one of the only enlisted designators open to African Americans at that time.

After World War II, Haley was able to petition the Coast Guard to allow him to cross rate into the field of journalism, and by 1949 he had become a First Class Petty Officer in the rate of Journalist. He later advanced to the rank of Chief Petty Officer and held this grade until his retirement from the Coast Guard in 1959.

Alex Haley's awards and decorations from the Coast Guard include the American Defense Service Medal (w/"Sea" clasp), American Campaign Medal, Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, World War II Victory Medal, Coast Guard Good Conduct Medal (w/1 silver and 1 bronze service star), Korean Service Medal, National Defense Service Medal, United Nations Service Medal, and the Coast Guard Expert Marksmanship Medal.

Haley is also entitled to the Korean War Service Medal, but never received this decoration in his lifetime as it was retroactively issued ten years after his death.

Alex Haley researched Roots for 12 years; the Roots TV series adaptation aired in 1977. The same year, Haley won a Pulitzer Prize for the book and the Spingarn Medal as well. Haley's fame was marred by plagiarism charges, and after a trial, he was permitted to settle out-of-court for $650,000, having admitted that he copied large passages of Roots from The African by Harold Courlander. In 1988 Margaret Walker also sued him, claiming Roots violated the copyright for her novel Jubilee. The case was dismissed by the court.

Haley's work is controversial for other reasons. He has been accused of fictionalising true stories in both his book Roots and The Autobiography Of Malcolm X. X's family and members of The Nation of Islam accused Haley of changing selected parts of his story.

The book and film were both successful, reaching a record-breaking 130 million viewers when it was serialized on television. Roots emphasized that African Americans also have a long history and that not all of that history is lost, as many believed. Its popularity sparked an increased public interest in genealogy, as well.

In 1999, the U.S. Coast Guard honored Haley by naming the cutter Alex Haley after him.

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

Desolation Row - B Dylan

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

Well that's interesting
The Rolling Stones
And Steve Wosniak.
Thanks for that.
McT

Letty, most Scots nowadays can't understand the old dialect that Burns wrote in. Don't worry about it.

Good morning WA2K radio.

dj, I really like "That Long and Winding Road" by the Beatles. There is something about a road leading "nowhere", that is fascinating. Thanks, Canada.

Bob, thank you so much for the background on the "WOZ", I had no idea that he was involved with Steve Jobs in the genesis of Apple. Very enlightening, Boston.

You know, listeners, when I first read ROOTS, I thought that it was true material, but later found out that it was fictionalized. That fact, of course, did not detract from its powerful journey.

edgar, that song by Dylan encompassed everything, Texas. Although I have no clue to its hidden meaning, I read the lyrics as if it were a journal.

Well, listeners. I feel the need for speed of the caffeine type. <smile>

Good afternoon, McTag. Oh, I'm not worried one bit about about the language of Bobbie Burns. I think it to be fascinating, really. How are things in Manchester, today?

Road to Nowhere
Talking Heads

WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOIN'
BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'VE BEEN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE KNOWIN'
BUT WE CAN'T SAY WHAT WE'VE SEEN
AND WE'RE NOT LITTLE CHILDREN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT
AND THE FUTURE IS CERTAIN
GIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

We're on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

Would you like to come along
and you could help me sing this song?
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right
[x2]

We're on a road to nowhere

Well, listeners, we're on the road again, so how about one from James Taylor:


Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same

Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I'fe been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road

Sail on home to jesus won't you good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels
And they're coming to set me free
I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when
But I can tell that it's bound to be
Because I could feel it, child, yeah
On a country road

I guess my feet know where they want me to go
Walking on a country road

Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road

Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down
Walk on down, walk on down a country road
Country road
Walking on a country road

How about Sweet Baby James traveling a different road ....


"Carolina In My Mind" - James Taylor

In my mind I'm goin' to carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to carolina in my mind

Karen she's a silver sun
You best walk her way and watch it shinin'
Watch her watch the mornin' come
A silver tear appearing now I'm cryin'
Ain't I goin' to carolina in my mind

There ain't no doubt it no ones mind
That loves the finest thing around
Whisper something warm and kind
And hey babe the sky's on fire, I'm dyin'
Ain't I goin' to carolina in my mind

In my mind I'm goin' to carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to carolina in my mind

Dark and silent late last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I'm going, going
I'm goin' to carolina in my mind

With a holy host of others standing 'round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and gone to carolina in my mind

In my mind I'm goin' to carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to carolina in my mind

A pleasant day to all:

August 11 birthdays:

1667 - Anna Maria Luisa de' Medici, last of the Medicis (d. 1743)
1673 - Richard Mead, English physician (d. 1754)
1718 - Sir Frederick Haldimand, soldier (d. 1791)
1794 - James Barton Longacre, American engraver (d. 1869)
1807 - David Rice Atchison, American politician (d. 1886)
1833 - Robert G. Ingersoll, American politician and soldier (d. 1899)
1833 - Kido Takayoshi, Japanese politician (d. 1877)
1870 - Tom Richardson, English cricketer (d. 1912).
1872 - Shidehara Kijuro, Prime Minister of Japan (d. 1951)
1892 - Eiji Yoshikawa, novelist (d. 1962)
1897 - Louise Bogan, American poet (d. 1970)
1902 - Alfredo Binda, Italian cyclist (d. 1986)
1902 - Lloyd Nolan, actor (d. 1982)
1905 - Erwin Chargaff, biochemist (d. 2002)
1912 - Eva Ahnert-Rohlfs, astronomer (d. 1954)
1912 - Thanom Kittikachorn, Prime Minister of Thailand (d. 2004)
1913 - Angus Wilson, British novelist (d. 1991)
1919 - Ginette Neveu, French violinist (d. 1949)
1921 - Alex Haley, historian, novelist (d. 1992)
1925 - Carl Rowan, journalist
1928 - Arlene Dahl, American movie starlet
1932 - Fernando Arrabal, playwright, novelist
1933 - Jerry Falwell, Christian preacher and politician
1943 - Abigail Folger, American coffee heiress (d. 1969)
1943 - Pervez Musharraf, Pakistani general and leader
1944 - Ian McDiarmid, actor
1946 - Marilyn vos Savant, newspaper columnist
1950 - Gennidy Nikonov, weapons inventor
1950 - Steve Wozniak, American computer pioneer
1952 - Harry Tavitian, Romanian Jazz musician
1953 - Hulk Hogan, professional wrestler
1954 - Joe Jackson, singer
1954 - Juan Maria Solare, composer and pianist
1955 - Sylvia Hermon, British politician
1957 - Richie Ramone, American drummer (The Ramones)
1964 - Jim Lee, comic book artist and publisher
1967 - Joe Rogan, comedian, television host
1967 - Enrique Bunbury, Spanish rock singer/songwriter
1970 - Andy Bell, bass player (Oasis)
1972 - Jonathon Prandi, American male model
1974 - Audrey Mestre, freediver
1980 - Lee Suggs, American football player

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