Rest In Peace
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RingO'Fire
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Buck Owens
August 12, 1929 - March 25, 2006
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/commentary ... 0_,00.html
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f ... 931S44.DTL
August 12, 1929 - March 25, 2006
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/commentary ... 0_,00.html
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f ... 931S44.DTL
...but it seemed like such a good idea at the time...
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Ranger Genius
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck!robotland wrote:Rest in peace, Stanislaw Lem...Science fiction writer, known best for "Solaris". Which brings to mind a possible project for this year- A memorial, to Architects Of The Future such as himself.
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
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Charles Krause.
The biggest hands I`ve ever seen on a human being.
And a heart to match.
He had a famous grin and a look in his eye that exuded that he was afraid of nothing...and he wasn`t.
A tough S. Dakota farmboy, he grew up during the depression and dustbowl days.
He was a 4th Division Recon man, landed on Utah beach, fought his ass off and was wounded at the Battle of the Bulge.
He didn`t talk about it much. What he took pride in was his family and friends.
He was successful in love, with his family and in life, and he lived a long one.
He was a perfect gentleman and a real mench to the very end.
Chuck went home tonight.
Love you uncle Chuck.
The biggest hands I`ve ever seen on a human being.
And a heart to match.
He had a famous grin and a look in his eye that exuded that he was afraid of nothing...and he wasn`t.
A tough S. Dakota farmboy, he grew up during the depression and dustbowl days.
He was a 4th Division Recon man, landed on Utah beach, fought his ass off and was wounded at the Battle of the Bulge.
He didn`t talk about it much. What he took pride in was his family and friends.
He was successful in love, with his family and in life, and he lived a long one.
He was a perfect gentleman and a real mench to the very end.
Chuck went home tonight.
Love you uncle Chuck.
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montana wildhack
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EvilDustBooger
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Thanks.
He was a hell of a man.
He will be dearly missed.
http://legacy.com/TulsaWorld/Obituaries ... d=17317965
He was a hell of a man.
He will be dearly missed.
http://legacy.com/TulsaWorld/Obituaries ... d=17317965
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joel the ornery
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JOHN KENNETH GALBRAITH
JOHN KENNETH GALBRAITH, R.I.P. By William F. Buckley Jr.
Tue May 2, 8:05 PM ET
The public Galbraith I knew and contended with for many years is captured in the opening paragraphs of my review of his last book, "The Culture of Contentment." I wrote then:
` "It is fortunate for Professor Galbraith that he was born with singular gifts as a writer. It is a pity he hasn't used these skills in other ways than to try year after year to bail out his sinking ships. Granted, one can take satisfaction from his anti-historical exertions, and wholesome pleasure from his yeomanry as a sump-pumper. Indeed, his rhythm and grace recall the skills we remember having been developed by Ben-Hur, the model galley slave, whose only request of the quartermaster was that he be allowed every month to move to the other side of the boat, to ensure a parallel development in the musculature of his arms and legs.
"I for one hope that the next time a nation experimenting with socialism or communism fails, which will happen the next time a nation experiments with socialism or communism, Ken Galbraith will feel the need to explain what happened. It's great fun to read. It helps, of course, to suppress wistful thought about those who endured, or died trying, the passage toward collective living to which Professor Galbraith has beckoned us for over 40 years."
So it is said, for the record; and yet we grieve, those of us who knew him. We looked to his writings for the work of a penetrating mind who turned his talent to the service of his ideals. This involved waging war against men and women who had, under capitalism, made strides in the practice of industry and in promoting the common good. Galbraith denied them the tribute to which they were entitled.
When they went further and offered their intellectual insights, Galbraith was unforgiving. His appraisal of intellectual dissenters from his ideas of the common good derived from the psaltery of his moral catechism, cataloguing the persistence of poverty, the awful taste of the successful classes, and the wastefulness of the corporate and military establishments.
Where Mr. Galbraith is not easily excusable is in his search for disingenuousness in such as Charles Murray, a meticulous scholar of liberal background, whose "Losing Ground" is among the social landmarks of the postwar era. "In the mid 1980s," Galbraith writes, "the requisite doctrine needed by the culture of contentment to justify their policies became available. Dr. Charles A. Murray provided the nearly perfect prescription. ... Its essence was that the poor are impoverished and are kept in poverty by the public measures, particularly the welfare payments, that are meant to rescue them from their plight." Whatever qualifications Murray made, "the basic purpose of his argument would be served. The poor would be off the conscience of the comfortable, and, a point of greater importance, off the federal budget and tax system."
One needs to brush this aside and dwell on the private life of John Kenneth Galbraith. I know something of that life, and of the lengths to which he went in utter privacy to help those in need. He was a truly generous friend. The mighty engine of his intelligence could be marshaled to serve the needs of individual students, students manque, people who had a problem.
Two or three weeks ago he sent me a copy of a poll taken among academic economists. He was voted the third most influential economist of the 20th century, after Keynes and Schumpeter. I think that ranking tells us more about the economics profession than we have any grounds to celebrate, but that isn't the point I made in acknowledging his letter. I had just received a book about the new prime minister of Canada, Stephen Harper, in which National Review and its founder are cited as the primary influences in his own development as a conservative leader. But I did not mention this to Galbraith either. He was ailing, and this old adversary kept from him loose combative data that would have vexed him.
I was one of the speakers at his huge 85th birthday party. My talk was interrupted halfway through by the master of ceremonies. "Is there a doctor in the house?" The next day I sent Galbraith the text of my talk. He wrote back: "Dear Bill: That was a very pleasant talk you gave about me. If I had known it would be so, I would not have instructed my friend to pretend, in the middle of your speech, to need the attention of a doctor."
Forget the whole thing, the getting and spending, and the Nobel Prize nominations, and the economists' tributes. What cannot be forgotten by those exposed to them are the amiable, generous, witty interventions of this man, with his singular wife and three remarkable sons, and that is why there are among his friends those who weep that he is now gone.
Tue May 2, 8:05 PM ET
The public Galbraith I knew and contended with for many years is captured in the opening paragraphs of my review of his last book, "The Culture of Contentment." I wrote then:
` "It is fortunate for Professor Galbraith that he was born with singular gifts as a writer. It is a pity he hasn't used these skills in other ways than to try year after year to bail out his sinking ships. Granted, one can take satisfaction from his anti-historical exertions, and wholesome pleasure from his yeomanry as a sump-pumper. Indeed, his rhythm and grace recall the skills we remember having been developed by Ben-Hur, the model galley slave, whose only request of the quartermaster was that he be allowed every month to move to the other side of the boat, to ensure a parallel development in the musculature of his arms and legs.
"I for one hope that the next time a nation experimenting with socialism or communism fails, which will happen the next time a nation experiments with socialism or communism, Ken Galbraith will feel the need to explain what happened. It's great fun to read. It helps, of course, to suppress wistful thought about those who endured, or died trying, the passage toward collective living to which Professor Galbraith has beckoned us for over 40 years."
So it is said, for the record; and yet we grieve, those of us who knew him. We looked to his writings for the work of a penetrating mind who turned his talent to the service of his ideals. This involved waging war against men and women who had, under capitalism, made strides in the practice of industry and in promoting the common good. Galbraith denied them the tribute to which they were entitled.
When they went further and offered their intellectual insights, Galbraith was unforgiving. His appraisal of intellectual dissenters from his ideas of the common good derived from the psaltery of his moral catechism, cataloguing the persistence of poverty, the awful taste of the successful classes, and the wastefulness of the corporate and military establishments.
Where Mr. Galbraith is not easily excusable is in his search for disingenuousness in such as Charles Murray, a meticulous scholar of liberal background, whose "Losing Ground" is among the social landmarks of the postwar era. "In the mid 1980s," Galbraith writes, "the requisite doctrine needed by the culture of contentment to justify their policies became available. Dr. Charles A. Murray provided the nearly perfect prescription. ... Its essence was that the poor are impoverished and are kept in poverty by the public measures, particularly the welfare payments, that are meant to rescue them from their plight." Whatever qualifications Murray made, "the basic purpose of his argument would be served. The poor would be off the conscience of the comfortable, and, a point of greater importance, off the federal budget and tax system."
One needs to brush this aside and dwell on the private life of John Kenneth Galbraith. I know something of that life, and of the lengths to which he went in utter privacy to help those in need. He was a truly generous friend. The mighty engine of his intelligence could be marshaled to serve the needs of individual students, students manque, people who had a problem.
Two or three weeks ago he sent me a copy of a poll taken among academic economists. He was voted the third most influential economist of the 20th century, after Keynes and Schumpeter. I think that ranking tells us more about the economics profession than we have any grounds to celebrate, but that isn't the point I made in acknowledging his letter. I had just received a book about the new prime minister of Canada, Stephen Harper, in which National Review and its founder are cited as the primary influences in his own development as a conservative leader. But I did not mention this to Galbraith either. He was ailing, and this old adversary kept from him loose combative data that would have vexed him.
I was one of the speakers at his huge 85th birthday party. My talk was interrupted halfway through by the master of ceremonies. "Is there a doctor in the house?" The next day I sent Galbraith the text of my talk. He wrote back: "Dear Bill: That was a very pleasant talk you gave about me. If I had known it would be so, I would not have instructed my friend to pretend, in the middle of your speech, to need the attention of a doctor."
Forget the whole thing, the getting and spending, and the Nobel Prize nominations, and the economists' tributes. What cannot be forgotten by those exposed to them are the amiable, generous, witty interventions of this man, with his singular wife and three remarkable sons, and that is why there are among his friends those who weep that he is now gone.
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Earl Woods, father of Tiger Woods, dies
By DOUG FERGUSON, AP Golf Writer
May 3, 2006
Earl Woods, who was more determined to raise a good son than a great golfer and became the architect and driving force behind Tiger Woods' phenomenal career, died Wednesday morning at his home in Cypress, Calif. He was 74.
"My dad was my best friend and greatest role model, and I will miss him deeply," Tiger Woods said on his Web site. "I'm overwhelmed when I think of all of the great things he accomplished in his life. He was an amazing dad, coach, mentor, soldier, husband and friend. I wouldn't be where I am today without him, and I'm honored to continue his legacy of sharing and caring."
A habitual smoker who had heart bypass surgery in 1986, Woods was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 1998 and was treated with radiation. But the cancer returned in 2004 and spread throughout his body.
Last month, he was too frail to travel to the Masters for the first time.
The last tournament Woods attended was the Target World Challenge in December 2004, when his son rallied to win and then donated $1.25 million to the Tiger Woods Foundation that his father helped him establish. The Tiger Woods Learning Center, another vision inspired by his father, opened in February.
Woods decided not to play in the Wachovia Championship this week in Charlotte, N.C. Two of his best friends on tour, Mark O'Meara and John Cook, withdrew from the tournament and flew to California to be with him.
Jack Nicklaus, who also was 30 when his father died, said he had long "admired and related to the close bond" shared by Tiger and Earl.
"My father was my best friend, my mentor and perhaps my greatest support system. Earl was all of that to Tiger," he said.
Earl Woods was more than a golf dad, more than a zealous father who lived vicariously through his son's achievements.
He had played catcher for Kansas State, the first black to play baseball in the Big Eight Conference, and he had been a Green Beret for two tours in Vietnam. But he felt his true purpose was to train Tiger, and he watched his son evolve into the dominant player of his time -- the youngest player to win the career Grand Slam -- and one of the most celebrated athletes in the world.
"I knew Tiger was special the day he was born," Woods said in a May 2000 interview with The Associated Press.
Woods introduced Tiger to golf by swinging a club as his son watched in a high chair. Tiger appeared on the "Mike Douglas Show" at age 2, played exhibitions with Sam Snead and Nicklaus, and his television appeal was solely responsible for quantum gains in PGA Tour prize money.
Even so, Woods said he never intended to create a champion golfer.
"I make it very, very clear that my purpose in raising Tiger was not to raise a golfer. I wanted to raise a good person," Woods told Golf Digest magazine about his book, "Training a Tiger: A Father's Guide to Raising a Winner in Both Golf and Life."
Woods gave his son freedom to develop a love for golf on his own, not letting him play unless his homework was done, making him call his father at work to ask if they could practice. Along with the games they played, Woods taught him to be mentally strong by jingling change in his pockets and warning him of water hazards when his son was in the middle of his swing.
It all worked.
Tiger Woods set records that might never be broken by winning three straight U.S. Junior titles, followed by three straight U.S. Amateurs. At age 30, he already has won 48 times on the PGA Tour with 10 major championships, and he set a PGA Tour record by going seven years and 142 consecutive events making the cut.
In the forward to his father's book, Woods said: "In retrospect, golf for me was an apparent attempt to emulate the person I looked up to more than anyone: my father. He was instrumental in helping me develop the drive to achieve, but his role -- as well as my mother's -- was one of support and guidance, not interference."
PGA Tour commissioner Tim Finchem said Woods will be remembered for providing Tiger every opportunity "to become the world's best golfer and an outstanding representative of the game and its values."
Foremost for Woods was raising a son who could influence life beyond golf. Woods was black and his wife, Kultida, whom he met during one of his tours to Vietnam, was Thai and Chinese.
Tiger Woods won twice in his first seven PGA Tour events after turning pro in 1996 at age 20 and was named Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year. Woods predicted greatness for Tiger on and off the course, telling the magazine that his son "will do more than any other man in history to change the course of humanity."
"He's the bridge between the East and the West," the father said. "There is no limit because he has the guidance. I don't know yet exactly what form this will take. But he is the Chosen One. He'll have the power to impact nations. Not people. Nations. The world is just getting a taste of his power."
Perhaps the lasting image of Earl Woods came the next spring, at the 1997 Masters, when he stepped onto the 18th green and wrapped his arms around a 21-year-old son who shattered records at Augusta National, a watershed victory that changed the appeal of golf and sent him to the greatness his father had always predicted.
Earl Woods was born March 5, 1932, in Manhattan, Kan., the youngest of six children. His parents died by the time he was 13.
His father wanted him to play for the Kansas City Monarchs in the Negro Leagues, and his mother stressed education. Woods wound up going to Kansas State, graduating in 1953 with a degree is sociology.
Woods did two tours during the Vietnam War as a member of the U.S. Army Special Forces, rising to the rank of lieutenant colonel. It was his second tour that shaped the latter part of his life:
He met Kultida Punsawad, who was working as a receptionist in Thailand, and married her in 1969. He fought alongside Lt. Col. Nguyen T. Phong of the South Vietnamese army, a friend he nicknamed "Tiger" because of his courage and bravery. Woods promised Tiger Phong that he would name a son after him.
Eldrick "Tiger" Woods was born Dec. 30, 1975.
Earl Woods moved to Cypress, Calif., -- to the house where he died -- and set up a makeshift practice range in the garage with a mat and a net, placing his son in a high chair as he practiced.
The education went beyond swinging a club.
"I tried to break him down mentally, tried to intimidate him verbally, by saying, 'Water on the right, OB on the left,' just before his downswing," Woods once said in an AP interview. "He would look at me with the most evil look, but he wasn't permitted to say anything. That's the frustration. He couldn't say a word, but he always had an escape word. He never used it.
"One day I did all my tricks, and he looked at me and smiled," Woods said. "At the end of the round, I told him, 'Tiger, you've completed the training.' And I made him a promise. 'You'll never run into another person as mentally tough as you.' He hasn't. And he won't."
Woods was proud of saying he never left his son with a babysitter, but his goal was to eventually let Tiger run his own life.
"I had pulled back, one item at a time," Woods once told the AP. "Instead of going to several tournaments, it was a couple of tournaments, then one tournament. All of a sudden, he was running everything. I stood there and watched it happen. Because that was my job -- to prepare him to leave."
Besides his wife and Tiger, Woods is survived by three children from his previous marriage.
By DOUG FERGUSON, AP Golf Writer
May 3, 2006
Earl Woods, who was more determined to raise a good son than a great golfer and became the architect and driving force behind Tiger Woods' phenomenal career, died Wednesday morning at his home in Cypress, Calif. He was 74.
"My dad was my best friend and greatest role model, and I will miss him deeply," Tiger Woods said on his Web site. "I'm overwhelmed when I think of all of the great things he accomplished in his life. He was an amazing dad, coach, mentor, soldier, husband and friend. I wouldn't be where I am today without him, and I'm honored to continue his legacy of sharing and caring."
A habitual smoker who had heart bypass surgery in 1986, Woods was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 1998 and was treated with radiation. But the cancer returned in 2004 and spread throughout his body.
Last month, he was too frail to travel to the Masters for the first time.
The last tournament Woods attended was the Target World Challenge in December 2004, when his son rallied to win and then donated $1.25 million to the Tiger Woods Foundation that his father helped him establish. The Tiger Woods Learning Center, another vision inspired by his father, opened in February.
Woods decided not to play in the Wachovia Championship this week in Charlotte, N.C. Two of his best friends on tour, Mark O'Meara and John Cook, withdrew from the tournament and flew to California to be with him.
Jack Nicklaus, who also was 30 when his father died, said he had long "admired and related to the close bond" shared by Tiger and Earl.
"My father was my best friend, my mentor and perhaps my greatest support system. Earl was all of that to Tiger," he said.
Earl Woods was more than a golf dad, more than a zealous father who lived vicariously through his son's achievements.
He had played catcher for Kansas State, the first black to play baseball in the Big Eight Conference, and he had been a Green Beret for two tours in Vietnam. But he felt his true purpose was to train Tiger, and he watched his son evolve into the dominant player of his time -- the youngest player to win the career Grand Slam -- and one of the most celebrated athletes in the world.
"I knew Tiger was special the day he was born," Woods said in a May 2000 interview with The Associated Press.
Woods introduced Tiger to golf by swinging a club as his son watched in a high chair. Tiger appeared on the "Mike Douglas Show" at age 2, played exhibitions with Sam Snead and Nicklaus, and his television appeal was solely responsible for quantum gains in PGA Tour prize money.
Even so, Woods said he never intended to create a champion golfer.
"I make it very, very clear that my purpose in raising Tiger was not to raise a golfer. I wanted to raise a good person," Woods told Golf Digest magazine about his book, "Training a Tiger: A Father's Guide to Raising a Winner in Both Golf and Life."
Woods gave his son freedom to develop a love for golf on his own, not letting him play unless his homework was done, making him call his father at work to ask if they could practice. Along with the games they played, Woods taught him to be mentally strong by jingling change in his pockets and warning him of water hazards when his son was in the middle of his swing.
It all worked.
Tiger Woods set records that might never be broken by winning three straight U.S. Junior titles, followed by three straight U.S. Amateurs. At age 30, he already has won 48 times on the PGA Tour with 10 major championships, and he set a PGA Tour record by going seven years and 142 consecutive events making the cut.
In the forward to his father's book, Woods said: "In retrospect, golf for me was an apparent attempt to emulate the person I looked up to more than anyone: my father. He was instrumental in helping me develop the drive to achieve, but his role -- as well as my mother's -- was one of support and guidance, not interference."
PGA Tour commissioner Tim Finchem said Woods will be remembered for providing Tiger every opportunity "to become the world's best golfer and an outstanding representative of the game and its values."
Foremost for Woods was raising a son who could influence life beyond golf. Woods was black and his wife, Kultida, whom he met during one of his tours to Vietnam, was Thai and Chinese.
Tiger Woods won twice in his first seven PGA Tour events after turning pro in 1996 at age 20 and was named Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year. Woods predicted greatness for Tiger on and off the course, telling the magazine that his son "will do more than any other man in history to change the course of humanity."
"He's the bridge between the East and the West," the father said. "There is no limit because he has the guidance. I don't know yet exactly what form this will take. But he is the Chosen One. He'll have the power to impact nations. Not people. Nations. The world is just getting a taste of his power."
Perhaps the lasting image of Earl Woods came the next spring, at the 1997 Masters, when he stepped onto the 18th green and wrapped his arms around a 21-year-old son who shattered records at Augusta National, a watershed victory that changed the appeal of golf and sent him to the greatness his father had always predicted.
Earl Woods was born March 5, 1932, in Manhattan, Kan., the youngest of six children. His parents died by the time he was 13.
His father wanted him to play for the Kansas City Monarchs in the Negro Leagues, and his mother stressed education. Woods wound up going to Kansas State, graduating in 1953 with a degree is sociology.
Woods did two tours during the Vietnam War as a member of the U.S. Army Special Forces, rising to the rank of lieutenant colonel. It was his second tour that shaped the latter part of his life:
He met Kultida Punsawad, who was working as a receptionist in Thailand, and married her in 1969. He fought alongside Lt. Col. Nguyen T. Phong of the South Vietnamese army, a friend he nicknamed "Tiger" because of his courage and bravery. Woods promised Tiger Phong that he would name a son after him.
Eldrick "Tiger" Woods was born Dec. 30, 1975.
Earl Woods moved to Cypress, Calif., -- to the house where he died -- and set up a makeshift practice range in the garage with a mat and a net, placing his son in a high chair as he practiced.
The education went beyond swinging a club.
"I tried to break him down mentally, tried to intimidate him verbally, by saying, 'Water on the right, OB on the left,' just before his downswing," Woods once said in an AP interview. "He would look at me with the most evil look, but he wasn't permitted to say anything. That's the frustration. He couldn't say a word, but he always had an escape word. He never used it.
"One day I did all my tricks, and he looked at me and smiled," Woods said. "At the end of the round, I told him, 'Tiger, you've completed the training.' And I made him a promise. 'You'll never run into another person as mentally tough as you.' He hasn't. And he won't."
Woods was proud of saying he never left his son with a babysitter, but his goal was to eventually let Tiger run his own life.
"I had pulled back, one item at a time," Woods once told the AP. "Instead of going to several tournaments, it was a couple of tournaments, then one tournament. All of a sudden, he was running everything. I stood there and watched it happen. Because that was my job -- to prepare him to leave."
Besides his wife and Tiger, Woods is survived by three children from his previous marriage.
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joel the ornery
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Former Rep. Gillespie V. "Sonny" Montgomery
without his legislation, "yours truly" would not be a college graduate.The educational benefit has had many different names since, but it was modernized for a peacetime, volunteer force as the Montgomery GI Bill in 1984. Among other things, the Montgomery Bill was the first to offer education benefits to National Guard and Reserve personnel.
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montana wildhack
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my friend caroline. a.k.a. miss pinecone. she was hilarious and resilient and graceful and so incredibly brave. she fought ovarian cancer for the last 5 years. she was a world-class baker, a trout fisherman, a beader, a painter and a wonderful joy that i was so proud to call my friend. i am so grateful that i got to give her a big hug and a kiss yesterday and tell her that i was going trout fishing next weekend (she smiled ear to ear hearing about that). it was scary seeing her so sick and scary thinking about what finally happened this morning. i am so glad that she is not suffering anymore and that she was surrounded by so many that loved her, and in her beautiful, airy home.
i love you caroline. i'll miss you, pinecone.
(we called her pinecone because she was so indestructible)
i love you caroline. i'll miss you, pinecone.
(we called her pinecone because she was so indestructible)
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EvilDustBooger
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...see you out there Caroline.
...see you out there Caroline.
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Bin Noddin
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Who turned you on to Reggae?
Reggae star Desmond Dekker dies
By Jeremy Lovell
Reuters
Friday, May 26, 2006; 2:48 PM
LONDON (Reuters) - Jamaican legend Desmond Dekker, who launched reggae onto the international music scene with his "Israelites" anthem to the downtrodden, died suddenly from a heart attack at his home in Britain. He was 64.
Reggae star Desmond Dekker dies
By Jeremy Lovell
Reuters
Friday, May 26, 2006; 2:48 PM
LONDON (Reuters) - Jamaican legend Desmond Dekker, who launched reggae onto the international music scene with his "Israelites" anthem to the downtrodden, died suddenly from a heart attack at his home in Britain. He was 64.
"I have gobs of mustard and ketchup on the front of my shirt, which does not make me a hot dog." Sam A. McKeen
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theCryptofishist
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mojo
take good care of your brother. And yourself. grief is a wonderful growth opportunity. Which means that you'll begoing through the meat grinder.
take good care of your brother. And yourself. grief is a wonderful growth opportunity. Which means that you'll begoing through the meat grinder.
The Lady with a Lamprey
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
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EvilDustBooger
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Tyrone Wilkerson
A dear friend and associate died Thursday.
Tyrone Wilkerson was an actor, storyteller and writer whose career accomplishments span the arts. Tyrone is recognized nationally for his exceptional storytelling performances, which pay homage to various facets of the African-American experience. He has published several original works including his theatre productions, poetry books and African-American folktales. Also, his outstanding acting skills have landed him many diverse roles such as Don Quixote with the Tulsa Ballet Theatre. As a teaching artist, he has taught writing and poetry to inmates and has been an Artist-in-Residence in schools throughout Oklahoma.
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It just won`t be the same without Tyrone.
A dear friend and associate died Thursday.
Tyrone Wilkerson was an actor, storyteller and writer whose career accomplishments span the arts. Tyrone is recognized nationally for his exceptional storytelling performances, which pay homage to various facets of the African-American experience. He has published several original works including his theatre productions, poetry books and African-American folktales. Also, his outstanding acting skills have landed him many diverse roles such as Don Quixote with the Tulsa Ballet Theatre. As a teaching artist, he has taught writing and poetry to inmates and has been an Artist-in-Residence in schools throughout Oklahoma.
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It just won`t be the same without Tyrone.
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Bin Noddin
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The man nobody remembers
In the late 1930's my father spent a summer working with another teenager, a Jewish refugee from Poland whose parents were smart enough to send him away from there as the possibility of war became evident. He had no family in America. His name was Maurice and he had beautiful, long blond hair which he tended carefully with oil and pommade, leading my father to call him "Greasy Mauricey". They worked at dismantling a small house whose owner was so "frugal", he made the boys save and straighten all the nails.
When the US entered the war, Maurice joined the navy and became a pilot, flying off carriers in the Pacific. One day he flew off on a mission and didn't come back. Nobody knows what happened - a malfunction of the plane? Shot down by the Japanese? Lost and ran out of gas? Nobody knows. My father came back, his brothers came back. Maurice didn't come back and there wasn't even a family left to notify. Only my father told this story and now he, too is dead and his brothers are dead and nobody knows about Greasy Mauricey except me . . . and you.
REMEMBER
When the US entered the war, Maurice joined the navy and became a pilot, flying off carriers in the Pacific. One day he flew off on a mission and didn't come back. Nobody knows what happened - a malfunction of the plane? Shot down by the Japanese? Lost and ran out of gas? Nobody knows. My father came back, his brothers came back. Maurice didn't come back and there wasn't even a family left to notify. Only my father told this story and now he, too is dead and his brothers are dead and nobody knows about Greasy Mauricey except me . . . and you.
REMEMBER
"I have gobs of mustard and ketchup on the front of my shirt, which does not make me a hot dog." Sam A. McKeen
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mdmf007
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I will always remember a baby - born without a chance in Darfur in a hell hole of a refugee camp. myself and one local nurse found a newborn baby in a box wrapped in a soiled sheet.
leaving a newborn at home, I felt a connection to this baby and stayed up with her all night holding an O2 mask over her face as she was a premie and we have no infant sized masks. Our supply of O2 ran out and i watched her O2 drop from 80 to 70 to 60 and lower until she went to sleep never to wake up.
I buried her body in a grave outside of the camp - you cant go to far or you risk death from a sniper, landmine, or worse. There are at least a hundred thousand graves within a thousand yards of the camps
I was the only one there to bury her, and I named her sarah.
leaving a newborn at home, I felt a connection to this baby and stayed up with her all night holding an O2 mask over her face as she was a premie and we have no infant sized masks. Our supply of O2 ran out and i watched her O2 drop from 80 to 70 to 60 and lower until she went to sleep never to wake up.
I buried her body in a grave outside of the camp - you cant go to far or you risk death from a sniper, landmine, or worse. There are at least a hundred thousand graves within a thousand yards of the camps
I was the only one there to bury her, and I named her sarah.
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I want to take a second and put up a post that says THANK YOU to the men and women who served our country and paid the ultimate price for it. I also don't forget that the POW/MIA flag flies for a reason.....
It's good to be an American, and to enjoy the freedom they fought for on our behalf. Saying THANK YOU is not enough but it's a start.
It's good to be an American, and to enjoy the freedom they fought for on our behalf. Saying THANK YOU is not enough but it's a start.
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Gregory Blake
last monday, i stood by the bedside of my friend Greg while he was removed from the machines that were keeping him alive. he survived a lung transplant for over a year and a followup surgery just prooved to be too much for him. he will be forever in my heart and it was an honor to be there with him and his family as he left his physical body.
RIP Snooze. so sorry you never got to come to the desert.
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RIP Snooze. so sorry you never got to come to the desert.
http://www.ezoons.com/
:) emily sparkle
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Rian Jackson
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RIP Nathan Esch, aka Sgt What, aka Ranger Boing Boing.
This weekend one of my closest friends was the driver in a single car rollover accident on the access road for the playa. He was on his way back from a supply run for a weekend event.
Nathan suffered severe trauma to the brain, and was taken off of life support last night in Reno.
His other organs are now on their way to save many lives.
I was lucky enough to be able to drive out to sit with him these last days, to hold his hand and hold the telephone to his ear. I've been even more lucky to share the last few years with him in so many ways. He's my friend, my dive buddy, my confidante, and so much more.
Nathan is from Seattle and is mourned by many friends there, as well as an extensive family that includes two young sons. He's recently stepped up to help manage local NW events, and trained to be a ranger just last weekend at Critical Massive.
Nathan's one of the most loving and adventurous people i know. His laughter, his off colour sense of humour, and his sly grin will stay with me forever.
Rest in peace, dear friend. Safe and exciting journeys on whatever is next.
Love,
rian
This weekend one of my closest friends was the driver in a single car rollover accident on the access road for the playa. He was on his way back from a supply run for a weekend event.
Nathan suffered severe trauma to the brain, and was taken off of life support last night in Reno.
His other organs are now on their way to save many lives.
I was lucky enough to be able to drive out to sit with him these last days, to hold his hand and hold the telephone to his ear. I've been even more lucky to share the last few years with him in so many ways. He's my friend, my dive buddy, my confidante, and so much more.
Nathan is from Seattle and is mourned by many friends there, as well as an extensive family that includes two young sons. He's recently stepped up to help manage local NW events, and trained to be a ranger just last weekend at Critical Massive.
Nathan's one of the most loving and adventurous people i know. His laughter, his off colour sense of humour, and his sly grin will stay with me forever.
Rest in peace, dear friend. Safe and exciting journeys on whatever is next.
Love,
rian
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