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I think the Cream concert is a month away...

UhOh! Well, Tico, I am concerned now. Yit usually posts something at least once a day.

Folks, keep your eyes peeled for our Turtle Man. Perhaps a funny song will lure him back to our station.

Where or where is Yit tonight,
Why did he leave us here all alone.
We've searched the web over,
And thought that we'd found him.
He met another and pffffft, he was gone

This is spooky, folks. I just got an email for Yit and he and his wife have been on a long week end jaunt. It's either my witchery or his Indian insight.

Shewolf, perhaps?

i don't have a song, but here's something odd that happened recently. i was staying at an establishment with a public internet terminal, so i tried to sign in to able2know.com, and immediately a notice appeared on the screen stating that employees aren't authorized to access the site requested. needless to say, i'll be staying elsewhere in the future. this morning finds me in a public library that has a more enlightened internet policy, as well it should. :wink:

Well, here he is, folks, back with a tale of some surprise.

Ah, the good old public libraries, right Yit. Here's one for yours:

Lines from the Library - Shriekback
Write about heat and then tell Icarus
He got too close
Sucked in the engine of holy ignorance
How could he know?
No such excuse for those who come after him
- Carbon alloy

I've heard say:
"The printed word and the paper it's printed on
- Not worth anythin'. In the time that it takes
To write about doing it, it could be done."
I say 'no' in the oldest formula:

If it's good enough for Geoffrey Chaucer
It's OK by me too.

Latent energy in lines of lettering
- One dot a full stop
Swing on a phrase for fresh mobility:
"Mud chokes no eels"
The past and the present, the cheque and the counterfoil
Fill in/tear off
Prop up a point with some lines from the library...
This week's maxim:
"In for a penny, in for a pound" - Information

Lost in the Library - Saint Etienne

Had to clean that one up a bit, folks. <smile>

Francis picked up his prize. He had the choice of a) a year's free parking at Wal-Mart, or b) a rubber chicken. I'm not at liberty to divulge which he chose.

McTag, that would be sooooooo hard for me to choose.


Dixie Chicken
Written by: - Lowell George- Martin Kibbee



I seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And it was there beneath the streetlamp
Where I met a southern belle
Well she took me to the river
Where she cast her spell
And it was 'neath that Memphis moonlight
She sang this song so well

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixie land
Down in Dixie land

We hit all the hotspots
My money flowed like wine
Till the lowdown southern whiskey
Began to fog my mind
Well I don't remember church bells
Or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
At the house on the edge of town
Now but boy do I remember
The strain of her refrain
And the nights we spent together
And the way she called my name

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixie land
Down in Dixie land

It's been a year since she ran away
Guess that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
He was always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby
Of the Commodore Hotel
I by chance met a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink
He began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
Began to sing along

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixie land
Down in Dixie land

If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixie land
Down in Dixie land

Be careful, Francis. Don't take any rubber chickens

News update from Germany:



FULL COVERAGE: Germany
Germany slides into political chaos after election
FT.com - Mon Sep 19, 6:30 AM ET
BERLIN - Germany slid into political chaos on Monday as the election produced a hung parliament, with both chancellor Gerhard Schröder and his challenger Angela Merkel claiming victory and the right to form a new government. The uncertainty produced by the result was already being reflected in the markets on Monday morning as Frankfurt-listed stocks started to slide. The Xetra Dax index fell 2.2 per cent in early trade, pulling Europe's other markets down alongside. The euro also suffered a modest fall in early trading.

Walter, that sounds like our presidential election, especially in Florida.

Bumper Stickers

* Horn broken. Watch for finger.
* Your kid may be an honors student, but you're still
an idiot.
* Cover me. I'm changing lanes.
* We have enough youth, how about a fountain of Smart?
* He who laughs last thinks slowest.
* Lottery: A tax on people who are bad at math.
* It IS as bad as you think, and they ARE out to get you.
* Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.
* Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.
* Born free . . . Taxed to death.
* The more people I meet, the more I like my dog.
* All men are idiots, and I married their King.
* Work is for people who don't know how to fish.
* Women who seek to be equal to men lack ambition.
* Sorry, I don't date outside my species.
* No radio--Already stolen.
* Where there's a will, I want to be in it.
* Few women admit their age; fewer men act it.
* Hard work has a future payoff. Laziness pays off NOW.
* IRS: We've got what it takes to take what you've got.
* Time is the best teacher; unfortunately it kills
all its students.
* Give me ambiguity or give me something else.
* We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse.
* Very funny Scotty, now beam down my clothes.
* Puritanism: the haunting fear that someone, somewhere
may be happy.
* i souport publik edekashun.
* Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.
* There are 3 kinds of people: those who can count & those
who can't.

You know, Bob. Some of those are too true to be funny. I do like "very funny Scotty...." and " three kinds of people." That's me. <smile>

The English language is "funny", folks: In this song by Nat Cole, we see just how close the word "odd" and "funny" have a different meaning.



-Artist: Nat King Cole
-


Funny, how I've stopped loving you
I can pass you on the street and my heart don't skip a beat
Not much, so much my eyes wanna cry
Funny, how I've stopped loving you
I can listen to your name and it doesn't start a flame
Not much, so much my heart wants to die

Now that you're standing here, darling, I don't shed a tear
This is just the rain in my eyes
And if I have proved to you everything I say is true
Please help me believe my own lies

Funny, how I've stopped loving you
And it's funny I don't miss all the heaven in your kiss
Your touch, no I don't love you, not much

<instrumental interlude>

Funny, how I've stopped loving you
And it's funny I don't miss all the heaven in your kiss
Your touch, no I don't love you, not much

No I don't love you, not much

OK. English question of the day:

What is the term for two words that are spelled alike; pronounced alike but have different connotations?

These words are called homographs, I believe........

.... while enquiry <> inquiry would be heteros

While you are just tuned in, milord: what about your chewing gum?

Well, I declare. Our Lord has goddit, methinks. I love the expression:

Fun, phonics , factory, folks. <smile>

My word, Walter. I do believe that you are stuck on chewing gum. Here's to the herr:

BUBBLE GUM
My mom gave me a penny
To see Aunt Jenny
I didn't see Aunt Jenny
I bought some bubble gum
Banana nana bubble gum
Banana nana bubble gum

My mom gave me a nickel
To buy a pickle
I didn't buy a pickle
I bought some bubble gum
Banana nana bubble gum
Banana nana bubble gum

My mom gave me a dime
To buy a lime
I didn't buy a lime
I bought some bubble gum
Banana nana bubble gum
Banana nana bubble gum

and so forth.

After three days of rain I called pal Mike yesterday and agreed we'd hit the hawk banding again. I met one of my younger sisters Jeanne who joins me whenever she can. Arriving at the site before Mike we set up his nets and waited for him to arrive. He was delighted to see her again. I told him we spotted a Cooper's hawk in the way in. As the clouds were heavy and there was only a slight breeze it figured it would be a good accipiter day. There wouldn't be much moving as the thermal currents wouldn't entice the hawks to be on the move.

I set the radios up Jeanne and I went across the hill to my site. As expected we saw very little. There were some red tail hawks one pf which I was sure was a local and not traveling. Some turkey vultures went through but we don't band them. In midafternoon a commotion in the trees across the field caught my attention. Some blue jays were giving alarm calls. I told Jeanne it was probably an accipiter. Community oriented the jays band together and make a lot of noise to ruin the hawk's hunt. We followed the noise the jays made as the band made their way down the hill across the bottom of the hill and then back up the hill behind us. All of this took place without us seeing a thing. Finally they were directly behind us. I decided to try working the pigeon even though nothing had been seen.

The noise intensified and then sure enough two sharp shinned hawks broke from the trees and spotting the pigeon they both attacked. Some fancy line jiggling by yours truly kept them from making a strike and they broke off the attack. In taking their leave they both hit the net and as the wind was causing it to bow out they bounced off and flew into the trees. Undeterred I continued working the bird to try to draw one back. It finally worked and the hawk struck the net and I raced out to grab it's legs. Called Mike on the radio and he came over to pick it up and band it at his site.

About 4:00 o'clock I was calling Mike to tell him we were furling the nets to close up when Jeanne yelled hawk. There was a sharpie coming over the top of the hill. Into the blind we went and as soon as the pigeon hit the air the hawk dove for a strike. As I yanked the pigeon up he made a bank to the left and hit the net. Several seconds later I had him and Mike was called again. So the count is 2 days, three hawks. I can live with that.

Bob, you always have the most interesting stories to tell about your excursion into the field of wild things.

Frankly, listeners, I don't know much about the different types of hawks, but I will certainly take the hawkman's word for the breeds.

Just one question, Bob. What happens if the pigeon gets hawked?

Isn't the carrier pigeon now extinct?

In thinking about the carrier pigeon, I found this interesting bit of history, listeners:


Cher Ami

Probably the most famous of all the carrier pigeons was one named Cher Ami, two French words meaning "Dear Friend". Cher Ami several months on the front lines during the Fall of 1918. He flew 12 important missions to deliver messages. Perhaps the most important was the message he carried on October 4, 1918.

Mr. Charles Whittlesey was a lawyer in New York, but when the United States called for soldiers to help France regain its freedom, Whittlesey joined the Army and went to Europe to help. He was made the commander of a battalion of soldiers in the 77th Infantry Division, known as "The Liberty Division" because most of the men came from New York and wore a bright blue patch on their shoulders that had on it the STATUE OF LIBERTY.

On October 3, 1918 Major Whittlesey and more than 500 men were trapped in a small depression on the side of the hill. Surrounded by enemy soldiers, many were killed and wounded in the first day. By the second day only a little more than 200 men were still alive or unwounded.

Major Whittlesey sent out several pigeons to tell his commanders where he was, and how bad the trap was. The next afternoon he had only one pigeon left, Cher Ami.

During the afternoon the American Artillery tried to send some protection by firing hundreds of big artillery rounds into the ravine where the Germans surrounded Major Whittlesey and his men. Unfortunately, the American commanders didn't know exactly where the American soldiers were, and started dropping the big shells right on top of them. It was a horrible situation that might have resulted in Major Whittlesey and all his men getting killed--by their own army.

Major Whittlesey called for his last pigeon, Cher Ami. He wrote a quick and simple note, telling the men who directed the artillery guns where the Americans were located and asking them to stop. The note that was put in the canister on Cher Ami's left leg simply said:

"We are along the road parallel to 276.4.
"Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us.
"For heaven's sake, stop it."


As Cher Ami tried to fly back home, the Germans saw him rising out of the brush and opened fire. For several minutes, bullets zipped through the air all around him. For a minute it looked like the little pigeon was going to fall, that he wasn't going to make it. The doomed American infantrymen were crushed, their last home was plummeting to earth against a very heavy attack from German bullets.

Somehow Cher Ami managed to spread his wings and start climbing again, higher and higher beyond the range of the enemy guns. The little bird flew 25 miles in only 25 minutes to deliver his message. The shelling stopped, and more than 200 American lives were saved...all because the little bird would never quit trying.

The rock dove is your everyday common pigeon.

Carrier pigeon
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
(Redirected from Carrier Pigeon)

A carrier pigeon is a breed of pigeon (specifically a domesticated Rock Dove, Columba livia) that has wattles, a nearly vertical stature, and that may once have been used to carry messages. The carrier pigeons of today are not good flyers; they are kept as an ornamental or fancy breed, valued for their unusual appearance.

Carrier pigeons should not be confused with homing pigeons, another variety of Columba livia. Homing pigeons, not carrier pigeons, were used to carry messages in World War I and are nowadays used for pigeon racing.

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

A common statement made by many people is they've never seen a baby pigeon. The truth is they have but didn't realize what it was. The baby pigeon is full sized when it fledges (leaves the nest). You realize it's a baby by it's action as it will harry other pigeons asking them for food which they haven't learned how to garner for themselves. The other thing people wonder about is why they bob their heads so. The reason for that is that their eyes are set far to the side of their heads causing them to lose binocular vision. This is the reason they bob to get a near and far determination so their brain can tell them where to peck for food. Also with their offset eyes and the curvature outward of them they achieve 360 degrees vision.