Sunday, February 27, 2005

From the Minstrel's Closet - The Tin Whistle

The Irish tin whistle, or "pennywhistle", is certainly familiar to most people, though they may not know it. Long considered almost more of a toy than a serious instrument, artists such as The Chieftains, Jethro Tull, Clannad, and The Corrs helped bring it to center stage. Its shrill, happy sound is not only infectious, but is effective at both carrying over considerable distances and punching through an accompanying ensemble, both excellent qualities for a melody instrument.

The tin whistle is closely related to the flageolet and is often referred to as such (mainly by music stores that consider "tin whistle" or "penny whistle" to be too low class). They are the same in that they have a mouthpiece which is narrower and flatter than that of the recorder, giving them a much more piercing sound. The chief difference between a tin whistle and a classic flageolet (which was actually an orchestral instrument back in late Rennaissance and early Baroque times) is that, while the latter can have many holes and even keys like a modern woodwind instrument, the former has only six holes. This makes the tin whistle much easier to play. There is also the matter of the tin whistle being made of, well, tin, whereas a flageolet is usually wood (or, in the case of modern, toy ones, plastic).

Tin whistles come in many different keys. The traditional one is in D. I have three of those. I also have a C one and a little, tiny F one. The D one seems to be the most comfortable for me, as the fingerings actually match that of a soprano recorder without the low C hole. It is also the easiest to control. I can play three full octaves comfortably on a D whistle. Almost all of my tin whistle recordings and performances, professional and amateur, were done using one of my D models.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

The Most Haunted House in British History

It's midnight in Japan, and the sullen face of the moon glares balefully from a diamond-studded sky, its pale, lifeless glow oozing down upon the frozen fields below.

It's high time we discussed another famous haunting.

I've mentioned Borley Rectory before. It is generally considered the most haunted house in England even though it burned down in the 1930s. (Hmm...the 1930s seem to be a sort of focal point for historically famous paranormal events, but I digress...) The fact that it was a rectory, i.e. a home for a priest and his family, seems rather ironic, as is the fact that it was build on the site of a Benedictine monastery. Even more interesting is the fact that the most "active" spirit was said to be that of a nun that had apparently been imprisoned in the ancient monastery after having tried and failed to elope with one of the monks (who wound up being hung for it).

The paranormal events at the rectory were experienced by a number of different people. The scope of the haunting was rather spectacular, especially as it included such a wide range of phenomena (doo doooo doo doo doo)(sorry...). No one was murdered, unlike the Bell Witch case, but a lot of people saw, heard, felt, found, and were pelted by some pretty strange things.

There was also the fact that people had a notorious habit of dying in one particular room of the house, which was known as the Blue Room.

The only problem with the Borley Rectory case is its chief researcher. Reports and rumors concerning the hauntings at the house had already been circulating since the 19th century, and they reached a sort of peak during the stay of Reverend Lionel Foyster and his wife, Marianne, from 1930 to 1935. After they left, a paranormal investigator named Harry Price and a team of experts leased the property for a year and conducted extensive research. The phenomena (doo doooo...augh!!!) they encountered seemed disappointing compared with what the Foysters and their predecessors had experienced. The problem, however, is that Price was anything but objective. He compiled an extensive collection of information concerning Borley Rectory, both from its history and his own investigations, wrote it up, and published it. His book was sensational, and apparently it sold rather well. However, that in itself is enough to make some people suspicious. A lot of modern "experts" on the supernatural now say that much if not most of Price's work is a load of schmoig. Those that don't dismiss it all outright say that it should be taken with a grain of salt.

A substantial number of modern ghost hunters go so far as to say that the whole Borley Rectory story should be lumped into the same category as the Amityville Horror bit, i.e. pure book-selling hokum. Then again, a lot of those same experts also dismiss the Bell Witch and Gef the Talking Mongoose of Man cases. (Come to think of it, an awful lot of people dismiss ALL paranormal cases, but anyway...) That hasn't put a stop to the story. In fact, the nun is still often seen wandering about the lot where the rectory once stood.

So far there haven't been any reports of a scowling, long-nosed, greasy-haired man in a black cloak prowling about waving a wand and chanting in a low, nasal voice, though.

Mis-tah POTTAH....

Friday, February 25, 2005

Decadence, Thy Name Is Automobile

Speaking of consumption...

the top ten most expensive cars available in the U.S..

I think this quote from the article puts it all into the proper perspective:

Of course, follow the link below and you will realize how each car on the list is aimed at buyers for whom money is as disposable as garbage. That's perhaps why the most expensive cars are sports cars: if you're going to throw away a ton of money, it had better be on something extremely fun.

I'm sure that, when I was about twenty years younger, I'd probably be drooling over the fine works of automotive art listed on this site. Now, in this age of soaring government budget deficits, attacks on social security and the minimum wage, lucrative tax breaks for the wealthy, complaints from right-wing talk-show hosts that the poor aren't paying their fair share, and calls for aid donations for tsunami-stricken countries, the only word that comes to mind is the following:


Heck, the cost of one of these things would probably feed the population of a village in Sri Lanka for the better part of a year! What does that tell you about our culture?

Alright...back to the meat...

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Know Your Cow Parts

If you click the title link, you can learn how to make the right cuts after you render your own beef cow.

(About 1/3 of Snabulites are now turning the color of a garden salad about now...and for that, I apologize)

I found this picture while looking for a recipe and though it was informative.

Monday, February 21, 2005

The Constant Noise of Adulthood, Part Two

We attended a talk last week at our local REI store by a person who hiked the entire Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) from Mexico to Canada in 2004. He kept a journal of his travels and travails and posted it at Trail under the name Steady. I was reading about his trip and he had some interesting insights on life, some of which I will share here with my own thoughts.

From Steady's trail journal

Hiking through the burn it is clear that the fire started by a PCT hiker along the trail. The wind blows to the north, and the southern boundary of the fire is the trail. One of the four of us protests that it can’t be a PCT hiker, we’re all too careful for that. When suggests that it might be a smoker, then the one smoker in the group protest that smokers are responsible and wouldn’t do it either. It is interesting that we feel that anyone of a group of which we are a member could not do something wrong. A recurring observation from our world travels is that people identify with groups, demark some people as insiders and others as outsiders, and quickly judge those outside the group to be capable of worse behavior than those inside the group. This is very basic human behavior, and is very scary to me. Reluctantly everyone agrees that it must have been a PCT hiker, and probably a smoker. But since no one among us smokes marijuana, the consensus it that someone was smoking grass, conveniently defining a neat boundary between the offender and us.

At the first town, I stop into the fire station to file a report of what I saw. I encourage others to do so as well. The Forest Service has already collected the hiker register from Cabazon, ten miles (16 km) before the fire zone, so they know who was hiking that day. They have also already determined the cause --someone stopped off the trail to go poop, and instead of burying their toilet paper they burned it. That is the recommended leave-no-trace practice in some wilderness areas, but not here. In fact, a burn at Mt Baldy last year was started the same way.

This little passage made me think and I hope it makes you think too. It is a neat observation in some obvious ways and also some ways that require letting the passage percolate in your brain for a while. I think we are all guilty of quickly and inaccurately grouping a person or group of people from time to time. On an individual level, each person has a complex multi-layered life and thought process that can only be hinted at using generalizations. In a noisy realm like the Internet or even watching TV, sometimes it is hard to generate the state of mind necessary to fully appreciate this quality of complexity in the folks around us. It is much easier to do so in person for a variety of reasons.

I could think of more to say, but I've probably done too much analysis already. As an intellectual exercise, it might be fun to check out weblogs and news sources (both agreeable to your view and not) and see if you can identify this tendency to group or pigeonhole people. Everybody does it, so it shouldn't be too hard. Also, find a controversial figure you don't agree with like President Bush or Howard Dean or your own choice and spend a few minutes trying to appreciate the more complex intentions of the person in question. How do you suppose each person justifies their positions on things?

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Hunter S. Thomspon, Gonzo Journalism Dies at 67

I am shocked. Hunter S. Thompson is no longer with us to write over-the-top sports stories.

(Hunter [center] with Benicio Del Toro and Johnny Depp)

Thompson authored that seminal tale of post-hippie drug culture, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I won't attempt to eulogize him because the title link gives the basic details (although only a splinter of the big log that is Hunter S. Thompson). Thompson was the only journalist to predict the Death of Fun after 9/11; and so it came to be. For all of his usually incorrect sport and presidential election predictions, his essential truth and honesty about American culture always showed through.

Click Here for a list of Thompson books

ESPN days goodbye to the "Good Doctor"

Click Here for his ESPN Page 2 column archive


Friday, February 18, 2005

Ah, The Wonders of Modern Technology

Ah, how often we hear that a new computer is already dated by the time you take it out of the box. It seems that every few months on FEN Radio (U.S. military radio in Japan) the studious-sounding female commentator on the home computing segment doubles the "minimum recommended performance levels for effective home use". Go to the homepage of your year-old computer's tech support homepage, and you find the most recent driver updates dated six months before and buried in the "obsolete components" section. Go to any computer-related website, and you're told you really suck if your machine is more than a month old.

It can be pretty frustrating.

But then you hear beauts like this story from Germany, the land with perhaps the highest percentage of OS/2, LINUX, UNIX, and Amiga diehards in the world. What happened? A train station in Dortmund lost its schedule display system because its 20-year-old(!) computer control system broke down, and no one could be found to fix it. First they said that the errant machine was a C64 (yes, as in Commodore). Then a correction reported that it was, in fact, an Intel 310 with an 80286 processor.

Even better: they say that replacing the old display system with a modern one would cost over 3 million Euros. I'd call that a bit of a jump over what that Intel 310 probably cost when it was new even at 80s computer prices!

They'd been using an 80286 constantly for twenty years? Way to go, Intel! If only the state-of-the-art NEC machines my school leases with regular upgrades worked a tenth as well! (Hardware failures within the first month??!?)

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. A very large percentage of the world's ATM machines as well as most of Japan's telephone systems are still controlled by OS/2.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

The Constant Noise of Adulthood, Part One

I've had a point driven home to me a number of times lately and I think it is finally beginning to sink in. Back in the halcyon days of youth, clarity and focus were rich and inexpensive commodities. Through my summers working various jobs at Boy Scout camp, I (and my colleagues) were able to affect many lives over the course of a summer. We built confidence in children to be leaders as adults; it doesn't get much more rewarding than that.

Both as a teen and as a young adult, my refuge was the forests of the northern Oregon Cascades. I could lose myself for hours sitting beside a stream and letting my mind drift into a quietness that I realize I never appreciated enough. (for you Carlos Castaneda fans out there, this was really shutting off the internal dialogue) The Moody Minstrel and I would have the greatest, deepest conversations as youth sitting by one of those creeks at the end of a tough day of hiking. Day would turn to dusk and we would cover every subject until the need to eat food would take over. Little did we realize that life would not afford those opportunities for much longer (or as Neil Peart says, we are only immortal for a limited time).

As life would have it, things have changed. People tend to put the blame on marriage and family, but I can tell you without doubt that the need to work (gainful employment) is the real fly in the ointment. Things are pretty simple when you are young and poor, but once you have enough money for a set of wheels, a place to live, and a television, things start weighing you down. Marriage and children only come after you've committed to all the trappings of adulthood.

At some point, all these little "pennies" of complexity we add to our lives start becoming "quarters" and then "dollars." What starts out as paying for gas and donuts turns into rent and mortgages, Happy Meals for four and fancy dinners with drinks and dessert, taxes go from EZ to SE. Heck, even friendships go from Priest vs. Rush to Bush vs. Kerry. At some point, the complexity begins to border on the absurd and the unhealthy. At some point, it is time to simplify (or as Thoreau put it, simplify).

Ladybug and I are at that point. After five years of escalating complexity, along with a year of grieving a child that should be in our arms right now but who died just 3 days before a C-section was scheduled, we are more than ready for a little simplicity.

We are toying with the idea of an extended summer hiking trip. We went to a talk at REI (an outdoor equipment store) where a person who just completed the Pacific Crest Trail in 2004 shared his experiences with us. While we can't spare 5 months of hiking, we are checking our options of hiking the trail in segments. I guess the idea dawned on me while we were in Ashland, Oregon. I have a book entitled "Journey on the Crest" and it does a passable job of conveying the experience.

Ladybug, who is totally ignorant of how thick mosquitoes can get, is enthusiastic. I am hoping that we can intuit a time frame that avoids the worst and displays the best of each segment as we get to it. I experimented with my crappy old frame aluminum frame pack last summer and have since learned that it is the equivalent of Steve Martin's "Cruel Shoes." Ultralight backpacking is the buzzword for today and that is just fine with me. Carbon fiber is dandy. We are currently researching the cost vs. performance barrier and we should be making a decision soon. Getting time off work will be a challenge as well, but one thing at a time.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Ancient Lions Uncovered in India

The sea claimed an ancient capital of India. Now it has given it back
By Jan McGirk

The sea claimed an ancient capital of India. Now it has given it back
By Jan McGirk

14 February 2005

Two granite lions placed as guardians of an ancient city proved impotent before the power of the sea. But that same force has brought them to light centuries later.

The Boxing Day tsunami has revealed what archaeologists believe to be the lost ruins of an ancient city off Tamil Nadu in Southern India.

The 30-feet waves, which reshaped the Bay of Bengal and swept more than 16,000 Indians to their deaths, shifted thousands of tons of sand to unearth the pair of elaborately carved stone lions near the 7th-century Dravidian Shore Temple at Mahabalipuram.

Indian archaeologists believe these granite beasts once guarded a small port city under the Pallava dynasty, which ruled much of southern India from 100BC to AD800. The six-foot high lion statues, each hewn from a single piece of granite, are breathtakingly lifelike. One great stone cat sits up alert while the other is poised to pounce.

Happy Valentine's Day...Maybe...

Here it is, Monday, February 14th. I spent the day home sick in bed.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Or is it?

A researcher has taken an extensive look at Valentine's Day greeting cards over the years since they first started in the mid 19th century. His conclusion? The greetings don't promote love at all. Rather, they serve as a convenient escape from it.

By using a stock, cliche phrase in a canned gesture of affection, one can keep his or her love interest at a certain distance. This helps reinforce the fact that the relationship is only temporary. Such a phenomenon is a reflection of social and economic pressures that have come about since the Industrial Revolution, making sincere expressions of love too risky.

Hmm...I wonder what kind of Valentine's Day greetings Britney Spears uses?

As for me, I'll stick with Japanese Valentine's Day: girls give chocolate to boys. Unfortunately, since I was home sick today, I doubt I'll be getting much this year.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

Friday, February 11, 2005

From the Minstrel's Closet - The Hichiriki

Okay, to change the pace of this stagnating page once again, how about a bit of ethnomusicology from my own collection?

The Hichiriki

The hichiriki is a tiny, little instrument which nevertheless plays a very important role in Japanese gagaku, or courtly music. It is usually used to play the principal melody part. Unlike the other traditional, Japanese wind instruments, it uses a double reed like an oboe, English horn, or bassoon. Unlike the former, however, the reed, known as a shita ("tongue"), isn't tied. Instead, it is mainly held together by a flat ring of cane that also serves to maintain the shape of the reed's playing end. The other end, the one inserted into the main body of the instrument, is wrapped with traditional washi paper.
As with those of Western double-reed instruments, the reed of the hichiriki must be soaked before playing. However, unlike its Western counterparts, which are placed in water, it is usually soaked in hot, green tea. This serves not only to moisten the reed but to cure it, improving its tone.
Though tiny, a hichiriki is capable of pumping out a melody at a very high volume. Its piercing, nasal sound is also very good for punching through the ensemble accompaniment. An experienced player is also capable of bending the pitch to a very wide range without changing his finger position, a technique which is considered essential to the instrument. It is also possible to adjust the tone color to a considerable extent. (For example, I once heard a hichiriki player perform an Irish tune together with a symphony orchestra. He did a very convincing imitation of the sound of Uillean pipes!)

Traditional hichiriki are made of lacquered bark, such as cherry or birch. Mine appears to be made of plastic, but at least the reed is genuine. I can play a scale and keep it more or less in tune (and even manage vibrato), but I can't do those wide bends like the real players. I also can't get it to sound right. Maybe I should obey tradition and soak the reed in tea next time...

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

No More Reign

Emmert: The Reign is over

The Tribune

Terry Emmert, the main supporter of the Portland Reign for the past three months, says he’s through with the American Basketball Association team, which has effectively shut down.

Emmert made overtures to buy the team from a group of seven owners, but those efforts failed, he says, due mostly to the indecision of the ownership group, led by local entrepreneur Mary Liss.

“Dealing with that group was like managing a day-care center,” Emmert says. “It was very frustrating.”

Repeated phone calls to Liss went unreturned.

The ABA expanded from seven teams to more than 30 before this season, which began in November and runs through March. The Reign wanted to play its home games at the Oregon Convention Center but changed those plans just a week before its Nov. 18 opener. Instead, the Reign played home games at Warner Pacific College in Southeast Portland.

Emmert, who owns Emmert International in Clackamas and is developing a resort in Mazatlan, Mexico, says he stepped in and funded the team’s expenses, including salaries and living quarters for those players who came from out of town.

The Reign might have survived, Emmert says, had their primary player, South Korean center Ha Seung-Jin, stayed with the team through the season. But Ha joined the Trail Blazers in late December.

While the Reign may have faded, Emmert’s idea of owning a team in Portland has not. He says he’s looking into both the ABA and the International Basketball League, which will begin playing in April and has a team in Vancouver, Wash. Emmert also has the ABA rights to a team in Mazatlan.

“I have nothing but respect for the guys on the team,” Emmert says of the Reign players, who included former Wilson High guard Charles McKinney and former Benson Tech standout Robert Day. “They were great role models for our community. I wish it could have worked out better, especially for them.”

I went to 2 Reign games during their brief stay in Portland. It was fun to watch. The players worked hard without the egos you see in the NBA. I hope minor league ball comes back to Portland soon. The Blazers appear to have shed their bad boy image, but it has been replaced by a continuing soap opera that our local press blows out of all proportion.

Speaking of local press, I think the Portland Tribune deserves credit for covering the Reign (a local pro sports team) and their games. The Oregonian only covered them when they had a story about financial problems. I wish I knew why they didn't see fit to at least print some scores in between little league scores and news of the hockey strike. All I can say is Go Trib! for supporting the local community.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Monday, February 07, 2005

Mardi Gras!

Hope you're all up for a fun time tommorrow!

Down in "Nawlins thars a big celebration that is just plan fun!

Link goes to a recipe for Red Beans and Rice (w/Andouille sausage)


Happy Mardi Gras!(Feb. 8th)

Happy Chinese New Year! (Feb, 9th)-forget about Ash Wednesday, let's just move on to another PARTY!

Happy Valentines Day! (Feb. 14th)

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Fun Place to Go

Ladybug and I went to Ashland for a little R & R this weekend. It was a surprise. Ladybug sneakily arranged it and refused to tell me where we were going until just before the trip.

We went to Lithia Springs Spa and Resort. We left Thursday and arrived late in the afternoon. We went into Ashland and walked around the downtown area. It is filled with $15-$20 entree restaurants, so we had to work to find cheap eats that weren't fast-food. We mixed a little of both throughout the trip. Quin's had good food and glacial service, Macaroni's Ristorante was good all around, and the bar and grill we had burgers at was very good as well. I will update the name if I remember it.

Ladybug arranged for massages for both of us. For me, massages are great for about 24 hours, then I always seem to wind up getting sore the next day. They must squish all the evil from my joints or something. Ladybug all had a couple of other spa treatments and we had a formal dinner added as part of a "weekend getaway" type package. This time of year is the off-season for the Shakespeare festival, so rates are lower. Also, the resort is a large garden which is largely dormant during February.

The formal dinner was quite nice with a number of courses and choice of a main entree. I ordered Monkfish and Ladybug had a tenderloin. They were both very well done and I consider that dinner the highlight of our trip. The appetizers and beverages were all synchronized to great effect.

The resort also includes breakfast as part of the package. The breakfasts were all quite good and generally involved a variety of cereals, fruits, a couple of hot entrees, juice, coffee, tea, and pastries. We usually chose a subset of those each day.

Lithia Springs Resort has natural mineral springs that are piped right into a hot tub in your room (we actually got a free upgrade to the hot tub room). Like all mineral springs, the water smells slightly of sulfur and feels strange to the skin. All manner of cure-all properties are ascribed to mineral springs; I will let you know if I experience a revival. After a few days of sulfur-smell in each bath and shower and indeed while washing hands, it gets a bit old. Therefore, a 2 or 3 day stay is probably about all one needs here. I did drink from a filtered source that cleaned out the smell and likely the minerals, so I doubt I received the full effect from imbibing these magical waters. I'm not sure how much "Lithia" I want in my system.

All in all, we had a very relaxing time and Ashland is a very funky, bohemian town with a number of characters and hyper-expensive real estate. I recommend the resort to all Snabulytes who can dredge up a couple hundred bucks for a weekend getaway.

Probably Not a Coincidence

(The post below was only a small part of a really great trip, so don't get too depressed!)

Ladybug and I drove 280 miles (or so) from Ashland to Portland today. I passed several people along the way (I like to cruise along at a brisk pace). Well, actually, we probably passed well over a hundred cars and trucks. A few cars passed me too. Out of all those cars, two were driven by black people (no, I wasn't doing a racial count, but you don't really need to in Southern Oregon). I passed both of them and left them behind me. We stopped for lunch in Eugene and many of those who passed up continued ahead of us. We caught up to several of them.

We passed a police car north of Eugene, but apparently he hadn't found a good mark yet. That was odd since I approached him at 75 mph (in a 65 mph zone) and so did everyone else. We all slowed down too late. Relieved, we continued on. Near Salem, we passed another cop who had stopped one of the two sets of black people on I-5 during that time of the day. I won't say he wasn't speeding. Everyone was speeding. I just wonder, why him? I passed him at 75 mph earlier, so either he sped up or got nailed at a marginal speed. Either way, it is hard not to conclude that he was cherry-picked from the crowd.

Of course, this isn't the first DWB-type (driving while black) experience I've been part of. The only time I have ever been pulled over without getting a warning (so far, no tickets...knock on ivory), I had a black, male passenger in the car. Considering he is the only black adult male passenger in my car as far back as I can remember, I find it hard to chalk this up to experience either.

There are some whiners in this world who use race as an excuse to cover their own lack of effort or skills. However, imagine being in the position that these people are in where you get nailed to the tune of couple of hundred bucks for doing exactly what everyone else is doing. Since most of us don't run around with a lot of black people here in lily-white Oregon, we figure everyone is just like us, but I don't think it is true. There are some sneaky bastards out there whose hearts are three times too small. Maybe we need to figure out a way to keep them from being cops.

Be Very Afraid...

I read an article about this guy in my newspaper, mainly with regard to his book, The Skeptical Environmentalist. At the time I thought it was simply amusing. Here was a former economics professor with a doctorate in political science trying to claim he's an environmentalist, using all kinds of out-of-context information, bad science, suspect sources, and unsupported assertions, and trying to tell people that global warming is simply no big least not big enough to warrant what it will probably cost.

Now read this interview. I really can't believe this guy. His take on the effect of global warming on the world is somewhere along the lines of saying, "So the bread is moldy! It's a pretty shade of blue now, isn't it? And besides, only boring people eat such bland bread anyway. Real people eat cake!" He comes right out and says point blank that global warming will really only hurt the third world, whereas it will benefit advanced nations by defrosting cold countries (such as his native Denmark), allowing for more agricultural development. (Of course, the fact that Denmark will probably end up largely under water is beside the point.) He also says that, while global warming will certainly increase the number of heat-related deaths by a very large amount, again, it will only be in the third world. Advanced countries, on the other hand, will actually benefit from fewer cold-related deaths. With this in mind, he feels it's better for advanced countries just to say, "Screw most of the world's population," cash in on the benefits of global warming, and turn all their attention toward solving cheaper, more immediate problems.

Heck, he even says it's stupid for people to recycle, since we're clearly not running out of natural resources.

Normally I'd just shake my head, raise my eyebrows, and heave a heavy sigh at someone with his head lodged so firmly up his aft-shaft. However, a lot of people seem to be listening to what this guy is saying. Even though he has as much business talking about environmental issues as a traffic cop does about how to pilot a submarine, he is being widely regarded as an expert regarding the issue of global warming.

I'm beginning to see a trend here. People these days seem to have a thing for looking up to people of questionable merit (read "total morons"). I really have to wonder why.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Honk Honk....uhh....

This is bizarre:

Geese are literally falling from the sky in and around Keizer, [Robin Leach voice] and wildlife experts don't know why.

Is this a side-effect of the Nazi-adopted road, or is it just more of the usual paranormal (or pseudo-paranormal)(or mock-paranormal)(or trioanormal) weirdness for which Oregon has long been famous?

I know Oregon is famous for precipitation, but this is ridiculous...

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Snabulus Caption Contest

Groundhog Day Edition