The Amazing Human Brain

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*Thanks, Auntie 'M'

The Wiz On The Street

Marine Gen. Peter Pace, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, told the Chicago Tribune that he considered homosexuality "immoral." So the Wizard hit the streets again, asking, "What do you think?"

Karen Bowen,
Home Health Care Assistant
"Eh—he said the same thing about peace talks and leaving civilian populations intact."

Wayne Coopey,
Systems Analyst
"He's just pandering. He told the Miami Herald that he thinks homosexuality is a rocking good time."

Peter Griffin,
Beer Taster
"That's weird. Based on their outfits and tight, muscular chests, I assumed the armed forces were ALL gay."

*American Voices, The Onion

The "Real" Story Of The "Work Moose" ++

This is quite interesting - take the time to read the story below the picture.


Moose logging story

We had been trying to keep this under wraps as we knew this would happen once folks found out that with some effort you can train moose to harness. Once this picture got out, it's been E-mailed around like crazy but no one has bothered to fill in the rest of the story so before any rampant rumors get going, I better write down what I know. I folks wan t to extrapolate on that, then Lord only knows where this picture and story will end up.

The man in the picture is Jacques Leroux who lives up near Escourt Station and has always had work horses, first for actual work and then for show at Maine's' many summer fairs.

I think he had two matched pairs, one Clydesdales and the other Belgiums. He would turn them out to pasture each morning and then work them in the afternoon dragging the sled around the fields.

Three springs ago, he noticed a female moose coming to the pasture and helping herself of the hay and what grain the work horses didn't pick up off the ground. Jacques said he could get within 10 feet of the moose before it would turn and move off.

Two springs ago, the moose foaled(?)at the edge of the work horse pasture and upon getting to it's feet had not only the mother in attendance but the four horses. The young moose grew up around the horses and each afternoon when Mr. Leroux took the teams for their daily exercise the yearling moose would trail along the entire route next to the near horse.

At some point, the yearling got so accustomed to Mr. Leroux that, after he had brushed each horse after a workout, he started brushing down the moose. The moose tolerated this quite well so Mr. Leroux started draping harness parts over the yearling to see how he would tolerate these objects. The yearling was soon harness broken and now came the question of what could you do wit h a harness broke moose.

As you may or may not know, a great deal of Maine is being bought up by folks "from away" and some of them understand principles of forest management. Well the folks buying small parcels of land up in the area of the Allagash have it in their mind that they don't want big skidders and processors and forwarders on their small wood lots. Enter Mr. Leroux with his teams of horses.

Every morning, when Mr.. Leroux loaded the teams into the horse trailer to go off to the days job, the yearling moose got quite riled up and one day loaded himself right into the trailer with the horses. At the job site, Jacques unloaded the horses and as the moose stayed right with them, he would take the Clydesdales and his brother Gaston would take the Belgians and off into the woods they would go with the moose trailing behind. They would put the harness on the moose in case they encountered someone who they could kid with the explanation that the moose was a spare in case something happened to one of the horses. The work required them to skid cut, limbed and topped stems to the landing where the stems could be loaded onto a truck for the pulp mill.

All morning long the two brothers brought out twitch after twitch of stems with the moose following the Belgian team for the most part. At lunch break Jacques had the bright idea of putting trace chains and a whiffle tree on the moose's harness and all afternoon the moose went back and forth following the Belgians in and out of the woods dragging his whiffletree along the ground. As there were no stumps in the skid trail, the whiffle tree never hung up on anything and that first day in harness went great. So next day, they hitched on first a small stem and the moose brought it out just fine following the Belgians.

Mr. Leroux told me they were up to four small stems now and the moose was doing just great. He cautioned however that there were a few problems with using a bull moose. Come June, when the new antlers start, the new bone is "in velvet" and must itch like crazy as the moose stops every once in awhile and rubs his rack against just about anything to appease the itch. Once, before the brothers learned to tie him of by himself while they had lunch, moose was rubbing his antlers against the hame on the Clydesdale called Jack and got it wedged there for a bit. Jacques said he wished he had a camera as it looked like moose was trying to push Jack over.

The other problem is the rutting season. The brothers learned quickly to leave moose in the barn as he was constantly on red alert in the woods during this time. The brothers are also considering trying this with two females to make a matched pair which would become an instant hit at the Maine Fairs. The trouble with the bulls is their racks. They would be constantly rubbing and hitting each other and yes they would have to be gelded as I just couldn't imagine getting the two bulls anywhere near each other, let alone in harness.

So now that this picture is going all over the place, the surprise has been let out of the proverbial bag. The Leroux's want to continue the work of trying to get a pair of females in harness but they may have to end up breeding moose to do this and that's where they will run into trouble with the State of Maine IF & W. I'm sure they don't like the idea of the brothers "keeping" wild animals.

Thought you should know the rest of the story. If any of you doubt this please contact Tom Whitworth in Ashland, Maine. I think he said was a second cousin to the Lerouxs and has seen this anomaly many times.

Regards from your frozen Northeasterly most state, PL
*Thanks, Auntie 'M'

++ While this is entertaining, it is unfortunately, an Urban legend. Read about it all here.

Male or Female?

You might not have known this, but a lot of non-living objects are actually either male or female. Here are some examples:



FREEZER BAGS: They are male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.



PHOTOCOPIERS: These are female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again.



They are an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can also wreak havoc if you push the wrong Buttons.



TIRES: Tires are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated.



HOT AIR BALLOONS: Also a male object, because to get them to go any where, you have to light a fire under their butt



SPONGES: These are female, because they are soft, squeezable and retain water. (I always thought he was THAT way! heehee!



WEB PAGES:
Female, because they're constantly being looked at and frequently getting hit on.



TRAINS: Definitely male, because they always use the same old lines for picking up people.



EGG TIMERS: Egg timers are female because, over time, all the weight shifts to the bottom.


HAMMERS: Male, because in the last 5000 years, they've hardly changed at all, and are occasionally handy to have around.



THE REMOTE CONTROL: Female. Ha! You probably thought it would be male, but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push, he just keeps trying...

*Thanks, Andy!

Stupid Is As Stupid Says...

 ON WE GET THE POINT "We were scoring, they were scoring. Then we stopped scoring and they kept scoring."

--basketball player Tyronn Lue, on his team’s seven-minute scoring drought in the fourth quarter of a game (thanks to Richard Oberholzer

The 411 - Canadian Light Source Synchrotron

The Canadian Light Source (CLS) is a third generation 2.9 giga electron volt synchrotron located in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada. It opened on October 22, 2004 after three years of construction and cost C$173.5 million. One of only 17 such facilities in the world, it occupies a footprint the size of a football field on the grounds of the University of Saskatchewan. The CLS is operated by CLS Inc. a not-for-profit corporation owned by the University of Saskatchewan.

The CLS is one of the largest science project in Canadian history, and represents an unprecedented level of cooperation between the Government of Canada, the governments of Saskatchewan, Ontario and Alberta, the City of Saskatoon, universities across Canada and industry.

A synchrotron produces extremely bright light by using radio frequency waves to accelerate electrons to nearly the speed of light and then bending the path of the electron stream into a circle using powerful electromagnets. As they travel in their circular path, the electrons shed energy as photons across the electromagnetic spectrum including infrared, ultraviolet and X-rays. The light is shone down beamlines to endstations (small laboratories) where scientists can select different parts of the spectrum to “see” the microscopic nature of matter, right down to the level of the atom.

Synchrotrons like the CLS can be used to probe the structure of matter and analyze a host of physical, chemical, geological and biological processes. Information obtained by scientists can be used to help design new drugs, examine the structure of surfaces in order to develop more effective motor oils, biomedical imaging of tumours and other biological tissues, build more powerful computer chips, develop new materials for safer medical implants, and help with clean-up of mining wastes, to name just a few applications.

Before The CLS
The first accelerator research programs at the University of Saskatchewan was established in 1948, when Canada's first betatron (a 25 MeV machine) was constructed in the Physics Building. Based on this early success in 1951 the world's first non-commercial cobalt-60 therapy unit for the treatment of cancer was constructed on campus and then in 1961 construction of the Saskatchewan Accelerator Laboratory (SAL) started and was completed in 1964. In 1999 SAL operations were discontiuned and the accelerator used as an injector for the CLS. In addition to the CLS the University continues to operate a small Tokamak as part of the Plasma Physics Laboratory.

Prior to the CLS, Canada (through the University of Western Ontario) operated several beamlines at the Synchrotron Radiation Center (SRC), at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, in Stoughton, Wisconsin.

The CLS Project
On March 31 1999 The Canada Foundation for Innovation provided partial funding for the construction of the CLS facility. The remaining matching funds from Saskatchewan, Ontario, Alberta, Saskatoon and industry would follow between 1999 and 2001. On September 21 1999 The CLS project was officially launched. On February 21 2001 the CLS building expansion was completed.

The Linac was refurbished and placed back into service on September 13 2001 while the Booster Ring (BR1) and Storage Ring (SR1) were still under construction. First turn was achieved in the BR1 ring in July 2002 with BR1 fully commissioned by September 2002. First turn in the SR1 ring was achieved on September 2003, with first light in December. In April of 2004 SR1 achieved 100 mA.

In 2002 the CLS Project was awarded the National Award for Exceptional Engineering Achievement by the Canadian Council of Professional Engineers.


The CLS Project was officially completed June 30, 2005.

Operation
On July 15 2004 CLS received regulatory approval from the CNSC for normal operation. The grand opening occurred in October 2004. On May 19 2005 Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II (Queen of Canada) and His Royal Highness The Duke of Edinburgh visited the CLS. A few days later on May 27 the first experiment by an outside user was conducted.

*From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

`New Avengers' Star Hunt Dies at 65

LONDON (AP) - British actor Gareth Hunt, best known as secret agent Mike Gambit on 1970s spy series "The New Avengers," died early Wednesday, his agent said. He was 65.

Hunt, who died at his home south of London, had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two years ago and had fought the disease "privately and bravely," said the agent, Alexandra McLean-Williams.

The London-born Hunt spent joined the merchant navy at 15 and spent six years at sea before studying acting and later appeared with the Royal Shakespeare Company.

He first gained attention playing footman Frederick Norton in the long-running TV series "Upstairs, Downstairs."

But he is best remembered for "The New Avengers," a sequel to 1960s spy series "The Avengers."

In the sequel, Patrick Macnee reprised his role as John Steed, while Hunt played Gambit and was joined by Joanna Lumley as Purdey, the series' glamorous martial arts expert. It ran for only 26 episodes.

"We started off as friends in 'The New Avengers' and remained that way for more than 30 years," Lumley said.

"We shared so much laughter - we were constantly in hysterics making 'The Avengers.' Gambit and Purdey were quite often sent out to do bits and pieces together so we would have scenes where we were driving or fighting people, and we had such enormous fun," she said.

In later years, Hunt appeared on British shows including "EastEnders,""Doctors" and "New Tricks."

He is survived by his wife, Amanda, and three sons.

"True" Friendship - None of that Sissy Crap

Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality?


Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.


Yo will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.

1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.

7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask; "because you are my friend".

*Thanks, Daryn!

Warning About Bacon Grease

The question is: Do you use bacon grease?

I was raised on bacon grease (lard) as a kid and even into adulthood.

I will never use it again.

I hope you will throw yours away whenever you fry bacon from now on.

It seems as though nothing is safe to eat anymore.




I just threw out my last 2 tbls of bacon grease!!


This is what happens when you keep cooking with bacon grease. This is a warning, send this post to everyone you care about.

It could happen to you...


COOKING WITH BACON GREASE


Bacon grease will make your feet small!! Warn everyone!!

*Thanks, Daryn!

Here is what Larry the Cable Guy has to say about Saskatchewan...

If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you live in Saskatchewan.

If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't work there, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you live in Saskatchewan.

If "Vacation" means going anywhere south of Regina for the weekend, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you measure distance in squares of farm land, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you know several people who have hit a cow more than once, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you have gone from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you live in Saskatchewan.

If the speed limit is 75 mph -- you're going 90 and everybody is passing you, you live in Saskatchewan.

If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you have more hours on your snow blower than miles on your car, you live in Saskatchewan.

If you find 10 degrees "a little chilly", you live in Saskatchewan. If you understand these jokes, and post them for all your Saskatchewan friends & others, you actually have lived in Saskatchewan.

*Thanks, Andy

Body Piercing

Men all over the country are urging their wives and sweethearts to get this 'chic' procedure.

The going rate on the east coast now exceeds $10,000.

Many men feel it is worth it.

Click here.

An Open Letter To Bishop Rodney Andrews, St. John's Anglican Cathedral, Saskatoon, SK

Note from The Wizard: I will be keeping this post at the top of 'OZ' for a while... new posts follow it...

Reverend Shawn Sanford-Beck was recently subject to not getting his pastoral license renewed by the bishop due to his stance on the blessings of Same-sex marriages/Unions. A copy follows:



AN OPEN LETTER TO THE CHURCH

Conversion of St. Paul, 2007

Dear Sisters and Brothers in Christ,

As you are no doubt aware, our church finds itself in a turbulent, confusing, and painful time. Many issues are involved in our current struggles: authority, hermeneutics, ethical and theological visions and convictions, and the complex relationships of gender, power, and patriarchy. Though the "presenting issue" is the place of LGBTT folk in the Body of Christ, the roots of our conflict go much deeper.

As a priest in the midst of this struggle, it has become clear to me after much prayer and soul-searching, that my spiritual conscience can no longer abide by the laws which I am required to uphold in regard to the blessing of same-sex unions and marriages. It is my conviction that our current ban on such practices is theologically problematic and fundamentally unjust. Upholding such a position (even unwillingly) forces me to bend severely (if not break) my priestly vows, my baptismal covenant, and the Word of God inscribed within my heart. I therefore publicly declare that I will, when requested, officiate at same-sex marriages and offer blessing upon committed same sex unions. I will no longer discriminate against homosexual people when it comes to the exercise of my priestly duties.

I am aware, of course, that the stance I am taking will likely lead to serious consequences, and I am prepared to face these consequences openly and publicly. It may be helpful to consider my action a form of ecclesiastical civil disobedience. With conflict and rhetoric rising in the worldwide communion, too many queer brothers and sisters are being further marginalized and excluded. In some parts of the world, this takes the form of outright violence: as I write, the coordinator of Changing Attitude (a sister organization of Integrity) in Nigeria is living under a death threat from his "fellow Christians". Here at home, it is often a more subtle form of oppression: exclusion rendered invisible. As a priest and leader in the church, my complicity in upholding our current law makes me at least partially responsible for the ongoing suffering of LGBTT Christians, and I can no longer take part in that. If my current action helps render visible that which has been made invisible, then I will be happy to bear the consequences. I too will stand "outside the gate", where so many other queer Christians have been sent.

To be clear, there are three main reasons for my choice of taking this stance. On one level, this is a clear issue of justice, solidarity, and human rights. On another level, this is an issue of evangelism: our church's continuing discrimination against LGBTT people is a scandal which keeps many of my peers from being able to hear the good news of Jesus. And finally, this is an issue of personal integrity: I can no longer, in good conscience, uphold a law which I consider unjust, as well as theologically deficient.

Some might say that my actions sidestep the legitimate process of discernment underway in the church. I understand that concern, and I have wrestled long and hard over what to do, working within our established canons and structures to the best of my ability. However, I also see my current course of action as being part of the wider church's discernment. We have heard many arguments about the cost of blessing same-sex marriages and ordaining unclosetted queer folk; we also need to recognize that there is a cost as well to not moving in this direction. The cost is a huge amount of suffering for LGBTT Christians who are pressured to remain silent. The cost is that some of us, straight and gay, will no longer be able to abide the status quo, and we will simply cease to obey an unjust law. The cost is that others will quietly leave. That reality needs to be part of our church's discernment. In this, I am not leaving the church, nor relinquishing my orders. Instead, I offer my current action, with all its consequences, for the ongoing discernment of the Body.


Yours in the unquiet peace of Christ,


The Rev. Shawn Sanford Beck


Please pass this info on to whomever can benefit from this news. It is very sad as Reverend Shawn is a good friend of mine and also the GLBTTQ community. Please note that he is also no longer able to serve at the Native Ministry of which he was so involved in.

On a related story....

Priest loses licence over gay marriage

Betty Ann Adam
The StarPhoenix, Saturday, March 10, 2007

A Saskatoon Anglican priest is losing his licence to minister because he refuses to abide by a church policy prohibiting priests from performing gay marriages.

Rev. Shawn Sanford Beck said his conscience does not allow him to discriminate against same-sex couples who have asked him to bless their marriages.

"I felt unable to say no to those requests," he said in an interview.

- Anglican church policy goes against priest's morals "That goes against everything else I'm about in my ministry and everything else that the church stands for," he said.

"I'm feeling at peace. I've been wrestling with this for a long time and I feel that I've made a faithful decision and I'm willing to go with whatever comes." Bishop Rodney Andrews cancelled Sanford Beck's licence in January and issued a temporary licence that expires at the end of March.

In a statement Friday, Andrews said he is unable to give Sanford Beck permission to perform same-sex marriages and has encouraged him to reconsider.

"The Bishops of the Anglican Church of Canada have agreed to a moratorium on same-sex blessings and same-sex marriages. During the moratorium, permission will not be given to Anglican clergy to perform same-sex marriages.

"Shawn has declared his intention to step outside the guidelines and requirements of our church at this time. . . .

I have offered to extend his licence beyond March 31 if he is willing to refrain from performing same-sex marriages," Andrews said in the statement.

Sanford Beck, who has been a priest for three years, said he considers his position an act of civil disobedience.

"I have no desire to get myself off the hook. I'm trying to send a very strong message to the gay and lesbian community, and to other communities that have been alienated from the church, that we don't all think the same and there are people willing to go to the wall.

"I'm convinced that the future of the Anglican church will unfold in this direction. The church is going to come to this perspective at some point. . . . I remain a priest, but now a priest without a parish, without a licence, but somebody who is still there to support people in their struggle. That was why I got into the priesthood and that's why I remain." He will have to resign from his job with the innercity Saskatoon Native Ministry, which requires a licensed minister. The Native Ministry is run by the Lutheran Church, which has an agreement allowing Anglican priests to work in their churches.

Sanford Beck intends to continue working with Integrity, a gay and lesbian support and worship group within the Anglican church, and continue teaching one course at St. Andrew's College.
*The StarPhoenix

Hard Day - Soft Nappy

*Thanks, Andy

Ageing Primers

LOST IN THE DARNDEST PLACES:

An elderly Floridian called 911 on her cell phone to report that her car has been broken into. She is hysterical as she explains her situation to the dispatcher:

"They've stolen the stereo, the steering wheel, the brake pedal and even the accelerator!" she cried.

The dispatcher said, "Stay calm. An officer is on the way."

A few minutes later, the officer radios in. "Disregard." He says. "She got in the back-seat by mistake."


FAMILY:

Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"

The 94-year-old yells back, "I don't know. I'll come up and see." She starts up the stairs and pauses "Was I going up the stairs or down?"

The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood." She then yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door."


"I CAN HEAR JUST FINE!":

Three retirees, each with a hearing loss, were playing golf one fine March day. One remarked to the other, "Windy, isn't it?"

"No," the second man replied, "it's Thursday."

And the third man chimed in, "So am I. Let's have a beer."


LITTLE LADY:

A little old lady was running up and down the halls in a nursing home. As she walked, she would flip up the hem of her nightgown and say "Supersex."

She walked up to an elderly man in a wheelchair. Flipping her gown at him, she said, "Supersex."

He sat silently for a moment or two and finally answered, "I'll take the soup."

OLD FRIENDS: Now this one is just too Precious.. LOL! 

Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years, they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards. One day, they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, "Now don't get mad at me .. I know we've been friends for a long time, but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is." 

Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. Finally she said, "How soon do you need to know?" 

SENIOR DRIVING: As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his car phone rang. Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Herman, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on Interstate 77. Please be careful!" "Heck," said Herman, "It's not just one car. It's hundreds of them!" 

DRIVING: Two elderly women were out driving in a large car - both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself "I must be losing it. I could have sworn we just went through a red light." After a few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was red again. Again, they went right through. The woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they went on through. So, she turned to the other woman and said, "Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights in a row? You could have killed us both!" Mildred turned to her and said, "Oh, crap, am I driving ?"

You Too Can Have One Of These Stylish Shavings!

*Thanks, Bill!

Kids & Dogs

The photographer did a great job of matching up the kids and dogs. This is adorable!!

A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift




A friend is someone we treasure for our friendship is a gift.




A friend is someone who fills our lives with beauty, joy, and grace.





And makes the world we live in a better and happier place.




There is a miracle called friendship, that dwells in the heart. You do not know how it happens or when it gets it's start.



But you know the special lift it always brings.



You realize that friendship is the world's most precious gift!

*Thanks, Pam

Boston Lead Singer Brad Delp Dies at 55

ATKINSON, N.H. --Brad Delp, the lead singer for the band Boston, was found dead Friday in his home in southern New Hampshire. He was 55. Atkinson police responded to a call for help at 1:20 p.m. and found Delp dead. Police Lt. William Baldwin said in a statement the death was "untimely" and that there was no indication of foul play.

Delp apparently was alone at the time of his death, Baldwin said.

The cause of his death remained under investigation by the Atkinson police and the New Hampshire Medical Examiner's office. Police said an incident report would not be available until Monday.

Delp sang vocals on Boston's 1976 hits "More than a Feeling" and "Longtime." He also sang on Boston's most recent album, "Corporate America," released in 2002.

He joined the band in the early 1970s after meeting Tom Scholz, an MIT student interested in experimental methods of recording music, according to the group's official Web site. The band enjoyed its greatest success and influence during its first decade.

The band's last appearance was in November 2006 at Boston's Symphony Hall.

On Friday night, the Web site was taken down and replaced with the statement: "We just lost the nicest guy in rock and roll."

A call to the Swampscott, Mass., home of Boston guitarist Barry Goudreau was not immediately returned Friday night.

*Boston.com

From The Emerald City

The Wizard is going to confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards...

I should be back posting in a couple of days! Mewanwhile, Check the archives. I bet there is a lot that you haven't read yet....

oh and don't forget to set your clocks forward on Saturday night before you go to bed. Thanks, GWB!

Yours,

--The Wizard

Build it and they will come

This is the actual turnoff from Banff to the # 1 highway to Calgary.


Great picture isn't it? They had to build the animals (especially the elk) their own crossing because that was where the natural crossing was and after the highway was built there were far too many accidents. I understand it didn't take the animals long to learn that this was their "road."

*Thanks, Auntie 'M'

A Quickie...

A mushroom walks into a bar; the bartender says to him, "Sorry, we don’t serve your kind here!" The mushroom replies, "WHY? I'm a fun-gi". (fun-guy) get it????