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dj, You just made me laugh out loud. "...our good lord made the lot?"

Ah, satire, listeners. It may well be the best of philosophy.

Hey, Yit. Like we care about adverbs!

Well, listeners, a bit of nostalgia for my goodnight song:



Silver Waterfalls
clouds roll by overhead
like giant rays coast a dried up ocean bed
dancing winds blow a parody
of swirling currents in a long forgotten sea
shimmer glimmer
shimmer on me
the sparkling souls of dreaming children call
shimmer glimmer
shimmer on me
in streets that shine like silver waterfalls

in your eyes in the skies
in the blood burning indian sunrise
shimmer on me (in sleep we grow)

we were here long ago
and now we roam like ghostly buffalo
first two lies then two tears
subtle curves, now glistening souvenirs

in your eyes in the skies
in the blood burning indian sunrise
shimmer on me (awake and glow)

shivering in silver waterfalls
anoint me in silver waterfalls

From Letty with love

Frederic Remington
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Frederic Sackrider Remington (October 4, 1861 - December 26, 1909) was an American painter, illustrator, and sculptor who specialized in depictions of the American West. He was born in Canton, New York. He spent a childhood hunting and riding, but began to make drawings and sketches of imaginative figures. The family later moved to Ogdensburg, New York.

He attended the art school at Yale University, finding that football and boxing were more interesting than art, and then returned home when his father died to assume some clerical work in Albany, New York. He soon made his first excursion west and became a businessman in Kansas City. He married Eva Caten in 1884 and studied at the Art Students League in New York City. He soon began to submit illustrations, sketches, and other works for publication with the western theme. Much of his early work appeared in Collier's and Harper's.

Although he is world-famous for his many depictions of life in the American West, Remington only visited the region briefly several months at a time. He was in time to capture images of the western United States before the area was considered closed by virtue of the subduing of the wilder elements and the inroads of civilization that ended the frontier lifestyle.


In 1890 Remington moved to New Rochelle, New York in order to have both living space and extensive studio facilities. Near the end of his life, he moved to Ridgefield, Connecticut.

In 1898 Remington was a war correspendent and illustrator for the Spanish-American War, sent to provide illustrations for William Randolph Hearst. Although he soon became bored with his task, he was present to witness the assault on San Juan Hill by American forces, including those lead by Theodore Roosevelt.

Frederic Remington died after an emergency appendectomy led to peritonitis. His extreme obesity possibly led to his abdominal problems.

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

Damon Runyon
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Damon Runyon (October 4, 1884 - December 10, 1946) was a newspaperman and writer.

He was best known for his short stories celebrating the world of Broadway in New York City that grew out of the Prohibition era. He spun tales of gamblers, petty thieves, actors and gangsters; few of whom go by "square" names, preferring instead to be known as "Nathan Detroit", "Big Jule", "Harry the Horse", "Good Time Charlie", "Dave the Dude", and so on. To New Yorkers of his generation, a "Damon Runyon character" evoked a distinctive social type from the Brooklyn or Midtown demi-monde; this type is also commonly refrered to today as "Runyonesque", though not limited to just people. These stories were written in a very distinctive vernacular style: a mixture of formal speech and colorful slang, always in present tense, and always devoid of contractions.

Here is an example from the story "Tobias the Terrible", collected in More than Somewhat (1937):

If I have all the tears that are shed on Broadway by guys in love, I will have enough salt water to start an opposition ocean to the Atlantic and Pacific, with enough left over to run the Great Salt Lake out of business. But I wish to say I never shed any of these tears personally, because I am never in love, and furthermore, barring a bad break, I never expect to be in love, for the way I look at it love is strictly the old phedinkus, and I tell the little guy as much.

The musical Guys and Dolls was based two Runyon stories, "The Idyll Of Miss Sarah Brown" and "Blood Pressure"; the play Little Miss Marker grew from his short stories.


Biography

He was born Alfred Damon Runyan in Manhattan, Kansas, and grew up in Pueblo, Colorado, where Runyon Field and Runyon Lake are named after him. He was a third-generation newspaperman, and started in the trade under his father in Pueblo. He worked for various newspapers in the Rocky Mountain area; at one of those, the spelling of his last name was changed from "Runyan" to "Runyon", a change he let stand. After a notable failure in trying to organize a Colorado minor baseball league, Runyon moved to New York City in 1910. For the next ten years he covered the New York Giants and professional boxing for the New York American. In his first New York byline, the American editor dropped the "Alfred", and the name "Damon Runyon" appeared for the first time.

A heavy drinker as a young man, he seems to have quit the bottle soon after arriving in New York, after his drinking nearly cost him the courtship of the woman who became his first wife, Ellen Egan. He remained a heavy smoker.

His best friend was mafia accountant Otto Berman, and he incorporated Berman into several of his stories under the alias "Regret." When Berman was killed in a hit on Berman's boss, Dutch Schultz, Runyon quickly assumed the role of damage control for his deceased friend, correcting erroneous press releases (including one that stated Berman was one of Schultz's gunman, to which Runyon replied, Otto would have been as effective a bodyguard as a two year old.)

Runyon frequently contributed sports poems to the American on boxing and baseball themes, and also wrote numerous short stories and essays. He was the Hearst newspapers' baseball columnist for many years, beginning in 1911, and his knack for spotting the eccentric and the unusual, on the field or in the stands, is credited with revolutionising the way baseball was covered. Perhaps as confirmation, Runyon was inducted into the writers' wing (the J.G. Taylor Spink Award) of the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1967. He is also a member of the International Boxing Hall Of Fame and is known for dubbing heavyweight champion James J. Braddock the Cinderella Man.

Gambling was a common theme of Runyon's works, and he was a notorious gambler himself. A well-known saying of his paraphrases Ecclesiastes: "The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that's the way to bet."

Runyon's marriage to Ellen Egan produced two children (Mary and Damon, Jr.) and broke up in 1928 over rumours that Runyon had become infatuated with a Mexican girl he had first met while covering the Pancho Villa raids in 1916 and discovered once again in New York, when she called the American seeking him. Runyon had promised her in Mexico that, if she would complete the education he paid for for her, he would find her a dancing job in New York. Her name was Patrice Amati del Grande, and she became his companion after he separated from his wife. After Ellen Runyon died of the effects of her own drinking problem, Runyon and Patrice married. Though Runyon forged a better relationship with his children, the marriage ended when Patrice left him for a younger man in the same year he died of throat cancer, 1946.

He died in New York City from cancer in 1946 and was interred in the Woodlawn Cemetery in The Bronx, New York. The Damon Runyon Cancer Research Foundation, established in his honor, was set up to fund promising scientists in the field of cancer research.




Runyon in Popular Culture

Books

The Tents of Trouble (Poems; 1911)

Rhymes of the Firing Line (1912) Guys and Dolls (1932)

Damon Runyon's Blue Plate Special (1934)

Money From Home (1935)

More Than Somewhat (1937)

Furthermore (1938)

Take It Easy (1938)

My Wife Ethel (1939)

My Old Man (1939)

The Best of Runyon (1940)

A Slight Case of Murder (with Howard Lindsay, 1940)

Damon Runyon Favorites (1942)

Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker (with W. Kiernan, 1942) Runyon a la Carte (1944)

The Damon Runyon Omnibus (1944)

Short Takes (1946)

In Our Town (1946)

The Three Wise Guys and Other Stories (1946)

Trials and Other Tribulations (1947)

Poems for Men (1947)

Runyon First and Last (1949)

Runyon on Broadway (1950)

More Guys and Dolls (1950)

The Turps (1951)

Damon Runyon from First to Last (1954)

A Treasury of Damon Runyon (1958)

The Bloodhounds of Broadway and Other Stories (1985)

Guys, Dolls, and Curveballs: Damon Runyon on Baseball (2005; Jim Reisler, editor)

Films

Numerous Damon Runyon stories were adapted for the stage and the screen. Some of the best of these include:

* Lady for a Day (1933)---Adapted by Bob Riskin, who suggested the name change from Runyon's title "Madame La Gimp," the film garnered Academy Award nominations for Best Picture, Best Director (Frank Capra), Best Actress (May Robson), and Best Adaptation for the Screen (Riskin). This would be remade as Pocketful of Miracles in 1961, with Bette Davis in the Apple Annie role and a rather jauntily Runyonesque singer named Sinatra hitting big with its upbeat theme song---which garnered an Oscar nomination for composers Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen and for co-star Peter Falk (Best Supporting Actor).

* The Lemon Drop Kid (1934)---Starring future I Love Lucy co-star William Frawley as a racetrack tout.

* Little Miss Marker (1934)---The film that made Shirley Temple a star, launched her career as perhaps America's most beloved child film star, and pushed her past Greta Garbo as the nation's biggest film draw of the year. Subsequent remakes include Sorrwful Jones (1949; Bob Hope, Lucille Ball), Forty Pounds of Trouble (1963; Tony Curtis), and Little Miss Marker (1980; Walter Matthau, Julie Andrews, Bob Newhart, Tony Curtis.)

* A Slight Case of Murder (1938; Edward G. Robinson).

* The Big Street (1942, adapted from Runyon's story, "The Little Pinks"; Henry Fonda, Lucille Ball).

* Butch Minds the Baby (1942; Broderick Crawford, Shemp Howard)

* It Ain't Hay (1943, adapted from "Princess O'Hara; Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, Patsy O'Connor)

* Money From Home (1953; Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis)

* Guys and Dolls (1955; Marlon Brando, Jean Simmons, Frank Sinatra)


Miscellany

* He was the inspiration for history's first telethon, hosted by Milton (Mr. Television) Berle in 1949 to raise funds for the Damon Runyon Cancer Research Foundation.

* He is mentioned in the song: "Department Of Youth" by Alice Cooper. "We're living proof. And we've never heard of Billy Sunday, Damon Runyon, manners or couth."


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

Anne Rice
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Anne Rice (born Howard Allen O'Brien on October 4, 1941), the second daughter of an Irish Catholic family, is an author of horror/fantasy stories, who often writes about vampires, mummies and witches. Her works have been a major influence on the Goth youth subculture, and she has published several works with sado-masochistic themes. She was married to the late poet Stan Rice and is the mother of gay novelist Christopher Rice. Her daughter, Michelle, was born September 21, 1966 and died of leukemia on August 5, 1972.

She was born and has spent most of her life in New Orleans, Louisiana, the city that forms the background against which most of her stories take place. Known for her avid interest in art and culture, she and her family occasionally took trips overseas to study the art later mentioned in her stories.

Rice has also published under the pen names Anne Rampling and A.N. Roquelaure, the latter of which was used primarily for more adult-oriented material. Her fiction is often described as lush and descriptive, and her characters' sexuality is fluid, often displaying homoerotic feelings towards each other. She also deals with philosophical and historic themes, weaving them in to the dense pattern of her books, giving them a high intellectual if not also a high literary content. To her admirers, her books are among the best in modern popular fiction, considered by some to possess those elements that create a lasting presence in the literary canon.

A critical analysis of Rice's work can be found in S. T. Joshi's book The Modern Weird Tale (2001).


The Vampire Chronicles

She completed her first book, Interview with the Vampire, in 1973 and published it in 1976. In 1994, Neil Jordan directed a motion picture by the same name, based on the story, but with some minor changes. A second movie was also made, inspired by the second and third books in the original Vampire Chronicles series. The title was that of the third book, Queen of the Damned. Also, a film version of her adult book Exit to Eden was created, starring Rosie O'Donnell and Dan Aykroyd.

Interview with the Vampire is also an example of psychedelic literature, as Rice attributes her inspiration of Louis' "vampire eyes" experience of heightened awareness, and her morbid curiosity of the "after-death experience" to her own experiences with LSD. Rice has said that Claudia, the young girl in the book, was inspired by her late daughter.


Health

Rice has adult onset diabetes mellitus. This was discovered when she went into a diabetic coma in December of 1998. Since treating the condition with insulin, she is an advocate for people to get tested for diabetes. Because of a lifelong battle with her weight, as well as depression due to the long illness and subsequent death of her husband, Rice's weight ballooned to 254 pounds. Tired of dealing with sleep apnea, limited mobility, and other weight-related problems, she had gastric bypass surgery on January 15, 2003.

On 30 January 2004 Rice announced her plans to leave New Orleans, to move the suburb of Jefferson Parish, Louisiana. She had already put the largest of her three homes in Uptown New Orleans up for sale, and plans to sell the other two. She cited living alone since the death of her husband and her son's moving out of state as the reasons. "Simplifying my life, not owning so much, that's the chief goal," said Rice. "I'll no longer be a citizen of New Orleans in the true sense." In spring 2005 Anne Rice moved to Paradise West, California. Some have speculated that Rice also wished for more privacy from the constant attentions of her fans, who were known to camp out in front of her house. Sometimes, up to 200 or more would gather to see her leave for church on Sundays. She is also very adamant about preventing any Fan Fiction of her books. In fact, on April 7, 2000, she released a statement on her website that prohibited all fanfiction involving her work. This caused the removal of thousands of fanfics from the popular Fanfiction.Net website.


Amazon incident

On September 6, 2004, Rice posted a reply to a number of negative reviews that had appeared on Amazon.com regarding Blood Canticle. She titled her reply, "From the Author to the Some of the Negative Voices Here." The text consisted of the following:

Seldom do I really answer those who criticize my work. In fact, the entire development of my career has been fueled by my ability to ignore denigrating and trivializing criticism as I realize my dreams and my goals. However there is something compelling about Amazon's willingness to publish just about anything, and the sheer outrageous stupidity of many things you've said here that actually touches my proletarian and Democratic soul. Also I use and enjoy Amazon and I do read the reviews of other people's books in many fields. In sum, I believe in what happens here. And so, I speak. First off, let me say that this is addressed only to some of you, who have posted outrageously negative comments here, and not to all. You are interrogating this text from the wrong perspective. Indeed, you aren't even reading it. You are projecting your own limitations on it. And you are giving a whole new meaning to the words "wide readership." And you have strained my Dickensean principles to the max. I'm justifiably proud of being read by intellectual giants and waitresses in trailer parks,in fact, I love it, but who in the world are you? Now to the book. Allow me to point out: nowhere in this text are you told that this is the last of the chronicles, nowhere are you promised curtain calls or a finale, nowhere are you told there will be a wrap-up of all the earlier material. The text tells you exactly what to expect. And it warns you specifically that if you did not enjoy Memnoch the Devil, you may not enjoy this book. This book is by and about a hero whom many of you have already rejected. And he tells you that you are likely to reject him again. And this book is most certainly written -- every word of it -- by me. If and when I can't write a book on my own, you'll know about it. And no, I have no intention of allowing any editor ever to distort, cut, or otherwise mutilate sentences that I have edited and re-edited, and organized and polished myself. I fought a great battle to achieve a status where I did not have to put up with editors making demands on me, and I will never relinquish that status. For me, novel writing is a virtuoso performance. It is not a collaborative art. Back to the novel itself: the character who tells the tale is my Lestat. I was with him more closely than I have ever been in this novel; his voice was as powerful for me as I've ever heard it. I experienced break through after break through as I walked with him, moved with him, saw through his eyes. What I ask of Lestat, Lestat unfailingly gives. For me, three hunting scenes, two which take place in hotels -- the lone woman waiting for the hit man, the slaughter at the pimp's party -- and the late night foray into the slums --stand with any similar scenes in all of the chronicles. They can be read aloud without a single hitch. Every word is in perfect place. The short chapter in which Lestat describes his love for Rowan Mayfair was for me a totally realized poem. There are other such scenes in this book. You don't get all this? Fine. But I experienced an intimacy with the character in those scenes that shattered all prior restraints, and when one is writing one does have to continuously and courageously fight a destructive tendency to inhibition and restraint. Getting really close to the subject matter is the achievement of only great art. Now, if it doesn't appeal to you, fine. You don't enjoy it? Read somebody else. But your stupid arrogant assumptions about me and what I am doing are slander. And you have used this site as if it were a public urinal to publish falsehood and lies. I'll never challenge your democratic freedom to do so, and yes, I'm answering you, but for what it's worth, be assured of the utter contempt I feel for you, especially those of you who post anonymously (and perhaps repeatedly?) and how glad I am that this book is the last one in a series that has invited your hateful and ugly responses. Now, to return to the narrative in question: Lestat's wanting to be a saint is a vision larded through and through with his characteristic vanity. It connects perfectly with his earlier ambitions to be an actor in Paris, a rock star in the modern age. If you can't see that, you aren't reading my work. In his conversation with the Pope he makes observations on the times which are in continuity with his observations on the late twentieth century in The Vampire Lestat, and in continuity with Marius' observations in that book and later in Queen of the Damned. The state of the world has always been an important theme in the chronicles. Lestat's comments matter. Every word he speaks is part of the achievement of this book. That Lestat renounced this saintly ambition within a matter of pages is plain enough for you to see. That he reverts to his old self is obvious, and that he intends to complete the tale of Blackwood Farm is also quite clear. There are many other themes and patterns in this work that I might mention -- the interplay between St.Juan Diago and Lestat, the invisible creature who doesn't "exist" in the eyes of the world is a case in point. There is also the theme of the snare of Blackwood Farm, the place where a human existence becomes so beguiling that Lestat relinquishes his power as if to a spell. The entire relationship between Lestat and Uncle Julien is carefully worked out. But I leave it to readers to discover how this complex and intricate novel establishes itself within a unique, if not unrivalled series of book. There are things to be said. And there is pleasure to be had. And readers will say wonderful things about Blood Canticle and they already are. There are readers out there and plenty of them who cherish the individuality of each of the chronicles which you so flippantly condemn. They can and do talk circles around you. And I am warmed by their response. Their letters, the papers they write in school, our face to face exchanges on the road -- these things sustain me when I read the utter trash that you post. But I feel I have said enough. If this reaches one reader who is curious about my work and shocked by the ugly reviews here, I've served my goals. And Yo, you dude, the slang police! Lestat talks like I do. He always has and he always will. You really wouldn't much like being around either one of us. And you don't have to be. If any of you want to say anything about all this by all means Email me at [email protected]. And if you want your money back for the book, send it to 1239 First Street, New Orleans, La, 70130. I'm not a coward about my real name or where I live. And yes, the Chronicles are no more! Thank God!

This post generated a great deal of publicity online -- partly because authors rarely post or respond to reviews on Amazon, and partly because of the tone and nature of her text. Many previous reviews had criticized the quality of writing in Blood Canticle as lazy or shoddy; so when Rice replied by posting a 1,200-word paragraph wherein she proudly dismisses the utility of editors, the incident became fodder for weblogs and Internet sites.

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

Susan Sarandon
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Susan Sarandon (born October 4, 1946) is an Academy Award winning American actress.


Biography

Born Susan Abigail Tomalin in New York City to Welsh-American Phillip Leslie Tomalin and Italian-American Lenora Marie Criscione. She attended The Catholic University of America in 1964, where she met and married fellow student Chris Sarandon, whom she would divorce fifteen years later while still retaining her married name as her stage name.

After the 1968 Democratic National Convention, she went to a cattle call for the film Joe with Chris and, although he did not get a part, Susan received the major role of the disaffected teen who disappears into the seedy underworld (the film was released in 1970). She did not follow up on the success of that movie, taking roles in lesser films such as Lovin' Molly; it was five more years before she appeared in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, a cult classic. That same year, she also played the female lead in The Great Waldo Pepper, opposite Robert Redford.

She was nominated for an Oscar in 1980 for Atlantic City, but was still not a "household name" until the 1988 film Bull Durham. It was while filming that movie that she met actor Tim Robbins, with whom she established a relationship that continues to this day (as of 2005).

Sarandon received four Academy Award nominations in the 1990s, finally winning in 1996 for Dead Man Walking.

Her recent movies include Stepmom (1998), Anywhere But Here (1999), Cradle Will Rock (1999) (portraying Mussolini's mistress), The Banger Sisters (2002) and Shall We Dance (2004).


Family

Sarandon has three children: actress Eva Amurri (born 1985) by Franco Amurri; and John Henry (born 1989 and named for noted murderer/writer Jack Henry Abbott) and Miles (born 1992) by Tim Robbins.


Politics

Sarandon and Robbins are also noted for their involvement in liberal political causes.

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

Good morning, WA2K radio fans and contributors.

Bob, thank you for the great bios. We are having a real weather situation here, with strong winds and strange skies mixed with light and dark.

Song for the morning:

Phoenix From The Flames

Silence shields the pain
So you say nothing
Feel they've rigged the game
And you're done with lovin'
Only you can see the darkness in the northern lights

Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame

Wish they'd take you back
Cos you miss heaven
Too many bags to pack
So leave them where they are
Tonight you're flying on a golden dream

Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way

Everybody's talking
Nobody's listening
Too busy thinking about what you've
Been missing
Everybody said you're gonna take it
Too far baby now
Well come on

When you're done with lovin'
It comes down to nothing
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it

Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame

Phoenix from the Flames
We will rise together
They will know our names
Can you feel it
Shelter me from pain
I always wanna feel this way
Oh yeah
Just like a Phoenix from the Flame

Why don't you come and deny it
You know you can't deny it
I always wanna feel this way
Just like a Phoenix from the Flames

Good Morning WA2K.

Today's birthdays:

1289 - King Louis X of France (d. 1316)
1379 - King Henry III of Castile (d. 1406)
1515 - Lucas Cranach the Younger, German painter (d. 1586)
1542 - Robert Bellarmine, Italian saint (b. 1621)
1550 - King Charles IX of Sweden (d. 1611)
1562 - Christian Sørensen Longomontanus, Danish astronomer (d. 1647)
1570 - Peter Pazmany, Hungarian cardinal and statesman (d. 1637)
1625 - Jacqueline Pascal, French child prodigy and sister of Blaise Pascal (d. 1661)
1626 - Richard Cromwell, Lord Protector of England, Scotland, and Ireland (d. 1712)
1814 - Jean-François Millet, French painter (d. 1875)
1822 - Rutherford B. Hayes, 19th President of the United States (d. 1893)
1858 - Michael Pupin, Serbian-born telephone pioneer and author (d. 1935)
1861 - Frederic Remington, painter (d. 1909)
1862 - Edward Stratemeyer, American author (d. 1930)
1877 - Razor Smith, English cricketer (d. 1946)
1880 - Damon Runyon, writer (d. 1946)
1881 - Walther von Brauchitsch, German Commander-in-Chief (d. 1948)
1892 - Engelbert Dollfuss, Austrian politician (d. 1934)
1895 - Buster Keaton, American comedian, actor (d. 1966)
1903 - John Vincent Atanasoff, American computer pioneer (d. 1995)
1903 - Ernst Kaltenbrunner, German military officer (d. 1946)
1914 - Jim Cairns, Australian politician (d. 2003)
1916 - Vitaly Ginzburg, Russian physicist, Nobel Prize laureate
1924 - Charlton Heston, American actor
1928 - Alvin Toffler, American author
1938 - Kurt Wüthrich, Swiss chemist, Nobel Prize laureate
1941 - Anne Rice, American writer
1942 - Karl W. Richter, American Aviator
1943 - H. Rap Brown, American civil rights activist
1946 - Susan Sarandon, American actress
1947 - Ann Widdecombe, British politician
1949 - Armand Assante, American actor
1953 - Tchéky Karyo, Turkish-born actor
1959 - Chris Lowe, British singer (Pet Shop Boys)
1959 - Tony Meo, English snooker player
1960 - Afrika Bambaataa, American musician
1961 - Jon Secada, Cuban-born singer
1961 - Kazuki Takahashi, Japanese author and artist
1963 - A.C. Green, basketball star
1967 - Liev Schreiber, American actor
1967 - Marcus Bentley, British voice actor
1976 - Alicia Silverstone, American actress
1979 - Rachael Leigh Cook, American actress
1980 - Me'Lisa Barber, American track and field sprint athlete
1980 - Sarah Fisher, American race car driver
1984 - Lena, Russian musician (t.A.T.u.)

Well, there's our Raggedy, folks. Thanks once again for the celeb updates.

It wasn't too long ago that I watched Armand Assanti in The Odyssey. He did a fine job, and the story line held true to the original.

I am also interested in Damon Runyon and Alvin Toffler.

Mr. Runyon because of Guys and Dolls, and Mr. Toffler, because I read his book. I think it had to do with The Population Bomb, but I could be thinking of Future Shock.

For now, let's salute Guys and Dolls:


Writer(s): loesser

They call you lady luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very un-lady-like way
Of running out

Your on this date with me
The pickin's have been lush
And yet before the evening is over
You might give me the brush

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you've been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
Just how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady never leaves her escort
It isn't fair, it isn't nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

A lady never flirts with strangers
She'd have a heart, she'd be nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

Come fly with me, come fly, let's fly away
If you could use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay....

Good afternoon, McTag. Well, Brit, it seems that you once again are holding us hostage with those brief songs within a flight plan. <smile>

Does this mean that one of our favorite Brits is flying to Bombay, India?

For you, Manchester:



The Letter
Joe Cocker - The Letter
Van Morrison/Joe Cocker
1970 mp3



give me a ticket for an airoplane
i ain't got time to take no fast train
oh ,the lonely days are gone
i'll be right home
McTag he done wrote us a letter

i don't care how much money i got to spend
i won't find my way home again
oh the lonely days are gone
i'll be right home
McTag he wrote us a letter

He wrote us a letter
said that he couldn't wait to get to Bombay
Oh, oh, hey hey!

give me a ticket for an airoplane
i ain't got time to take no fast train
oh ,the working days are gone
He says so in a song.

McTag he wrote us a letter.

good morning, Letty. Toffler wrote Future Shock; Population Bomb was written by Paul Ehrlich. i didn't read FS though i was sposed to & i may have read PB but can't remember that far back.

Well, Thank you, Mr. Turtle. I read both, but it was a long time ago. I do recall, however, that Toffler called it right by comparing culture shock and future shock. Some writers are oracles, no?

Thought for Today: ``Knowledge is like a garden: if it is not cultivated, it cannot be harvested.'' - Guinean saying.

Incidentally, listeners. Our Prince Gautam is having a birthday.

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1602104#1602104

So is our colorbook.

LINK

Well, listeners. The very idea of folks wanting to know the age of women.

The best thing that a woman can do is look her best and the hell with the rest, and always ALWAYS lie about her age.

For our colorbook:

You are the color of lovely,
You are the color of fun,
You are the one who stays happy
You are the color of one.

No one like you, colorbook. <smile>

News update:

FULL COVERAGE: Tropical Storms and Hurricanes
Hurricane Stan strikes Mexico, 51 dead in Centam
Reuters - 27 minutes ago
VERACRUZ, Mexico - Hurricane Stan smacked into Mexico's Gulf coast on Tuesday, forcing evacuations and shutting down oil ports after killing at least 51 people in Central America. The storm came ashore 85 miles southeast of the city of Veracruz as a Category One hurricane with winds of nearly 80 mph (128 kph), although it then weakened to a tropical storm.

Many of us here in Florida are getting the blacklash of Stan, folks.



Eye Of The Storm

Where is the light that guides me
Like the dawn it warms my soul
I wait alone in the darkness
Till I can play the songs
That make me whole

I'm lost in the eye of the storm
There's no way out for me
I'm alive in the eve of the storm

I don't need you to set me free..

Once the stage was but a dream
Now I live for the Roar of the Crowd
Sometimes it's all too good it seems
But when the music starts I stand proud

All at once the truth comes reaching
To touch your heart and let you know
There's a message that you are teaching
Power comes from within your soul

Look into the light and begin
To learn to ride the wind

There's no place on Earth I'd rather be
I'm alive, in the eye. of, the, storm

News update:

FULL COVERAGE: Tropical Storms and Hurricanes
Hurricane Stan strikes Mexico, 51 dead in Centam
Reuters - 27 minutes ago
VERACRUZ, Mexico - Hurricane Stan smacked into Mexico's Gulf coast on Tuesday, forcing evacuations and shutting down oil ports after killing at least 51 people in Central America. The storm came ashore 85 miles southeast of the city of Veracruz as a Category One hurricane with winds of nearly 80 mph (128 kph), although it then weakened to a tropical storm.

Many of us here in Florida are getting the blacklash of Stan, folks.



Eye Of The Storm

Where is the light that guides me
Like the dawn it warms my soul
I wait alone in the darkness
Till I can play the songs
That make me whole

I'm lost in the eye of the storm
There's no way out for me
I'm alive in the eve of the storm

I don't need you to set me free..

Once the stage was but a dream
Now I live for the Roar of the Crowd
Sometimes it's all too good it seems
But when the music starts I stand proud

All at once the truth comes reaching
To touch your heart and let you know
There's a message that you are teaching
Power comes from within your soul

Look into the light and begin
To learn to ride the wind

There's no place on Earth I'd rather be
I'm alive, in the eye. of, the, storm