Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Investigation continues into fatal tiger attack at S.F. zoo

San Francisco Chronicle

Investigation continues into fatal tiger attack at S.F. zoo


http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/12/26/MNABU4Q5T.DTL

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

Boise teen may have hooked a state record for rainbow trout

http://www.idahostatesman.com/outdoors/story/232455.html

If the gutted fish weighs more than 19 pounds, Jake Cecil would shatter the record from 1947.

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Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Scientists reveal giant duck-billed dinosaur

http://www.supernaturalnews.com/?p=10089

From telegraph.co.uk: The ultimate prehistoric lawnmower is unveiled today by scientists, a lumbering giant that had more than enough teeth to eat just about any vegetation it stumbled across.

Scientists reveal gaint duck-billed dinosaur

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Friday, September 14, 2007

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Russian Human Genome Project discovers Extraterrestrial abilities to modify DNA through a "biological internet"

http://www.agoracosmopolitan.com/home/Frontpage/2007/05/15/01569.html

The Russian DNA research article coincidentally mentions the changes in our children in terms of group consciousness. They comment that ‘if humans with full individuality would regain group consciousness they would have a godlike power to create, alter and shape things on Earth and humanity is collectively moving towards a group consciousness of a new kind.’ They state that ‘fifty percent of children will become a problem as soon as they go to school, since the system lumps everyone together and demands adjustment. But the individuality of today’s children is so strong that they refuse this adjustment and resist giving up their idiosyncrasies. … At the same time more and more clairvoyant children are being born. Something in those children is striving more towards group consciousness of a new kind and it can no longer be suppressed.’

Are the Russian researchers in fact referring to what is now called the ADD (attention deficit disorder) child? Unfortunately, because there is no funded global research it’s hard to gain accurate statistics. But, if the process of labelling children as ADD is an indicator of this phenomenon, then we are indeed evolving at an astounding rate.

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Sunday, September 2, 2007

Legendary tale of the Sawtooth

JB

Clash of the Wolf Titans

On a showground just offside Shangri La, a wolf discovered the path to the core of Stanley’s most passionate forces. Elk fans came out in strength as did mighty spokespersons for and against the wolf. Some in the crowd were rooting for more than one entry. The wolf had been waiting for the new cell phone system to be put into place and the best sunny day had arrived. The mate of the wolf –who never loses track of her- waited above a bluff of the towns’ major intersection to behold this event.

Cell phones soon dinged like tiny church bell communiqués throughout the town. Men hanging their snow machines up to dry came outside blinking their eyes. Then the peoples expected reactions began. As the crowd swelled, so too did egos. “Git thee to a Canada!” Shouted one swarthy warrior. Another central Idaho scrutinizer clasping tight to a bag of fresh gingerbread stood forth from the shadows and shouted “That is a really nice wolf sir!” A third fumbled her technology enhancer. When she re-gathered it, one asked her to please check and see what time exactly would that bad moon be rising tonight?

With each attempt to strike at the wolf a ferocious wave wound through the crowd of Stanley Central. The wolf nuzzled its mate that all was accorded to Natures plan. Reflections in the alpha wolfs eyes showed twilight approaching as their stomachs jangled lively with elk meat juices. Meanwhile the experts in the library and bar turned into conversations which mostly concluded that the wolf was a valuable teacher –possibly a messenger of peace- and that if we’d listen, we’d glisten. If not then we’ll just have to Cope.

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Probing intensely for medicinal porpoises

Jim Banholzer

Our sagacious Psychology instructor at CSI served up a recent quandary to “headucate” our class. She caught us off guard asking, “Those of you who are for conducting scientific experiments on animals, please raise you hands.” About half the hands flew up, like chickens winging it to higher tiered henhouses. Then she asked, “How many of you are against this?” About two hands flew up. Several of us had not voted so class members asked for a recount. Our instructor continued, stating, “You are either for animals getting pricked and prodded or you’re against it.” I was dumbfounded and responded, “Well it depends on what you’re testing them for.” I raised a half-voting hand and held the other strongly to the floor, claiming that I was both for and against farming out animal experiments, contingent on the circumstances. Then I blurted out, How about testing for the positive effects of massage on dolphins? I’m all for that. Or on horses? There are people up here who massage horses, of course.

I carried these thoughts home in the twilight, thinking about what other constructive tests we should be conducting on our animal cousins. How about a chart correlating the snapping-dog drop off ratio for meter readers who establish outstanding relationships with pups via freely extending belly rubs and pats on the head?

How about lobbying your powerful congressperson to demolish those darned river dams blocking salmon’s progress? A resurgence of thriving salmon would release sea lions waiting at the mouth of the Snake from culpability. Now there’s an experiment I’d like to see. One year later, conduct physical tests from remote sensors, to inspect the sea lions and check to see how their population is thriving.

Purify the nectar for hummingbird feeders to a higher level, by aerating it back and forth between two glasses. Place regular sugar water (with the recommended essential vitamins) in a second feeder, then have a first-grade class observe them, while scribing in living color their dialectically determined judgments on which of the hummingbirds groups have the most uplifting flights of fancy.

Teaching a bird to parrot John Cleese skits. My hypothesis is that birds of a different color like these will sense the high level of humor they bring into their owners lives will thrive on average three years longer than the control group of non-humorous squawkers.

More novel research:

Invite a dog to bounce on one of those safe newfangled ground level trampolines. Toss him biscuits in the air, while loudly playing a Yogi Berra audio tape in the background. Record the frequency of biscuits caught compared to same efforts on empty stomachs without Berra’s coaching voice.

Smiling at birds. Plant an apple tree in your yard. Water frequently. Do not prune the tree for 37 years, so that the tiny Macintoshes will become unwanted by humans, but much desired by late winter bohemian waxwings passing through the area. Dress warm, quench your own thirst with a draught of strong apple cider, and then sit stone like in a strategic chair adjacent to the fermented apples. Make no quick moves, but practice smiling as broadly as possible in the bright sunshine, making clear eye contact with as many birds as possible. Report results.

Animal tests like these, I’m all for it, actually.

Leaving a tribute for the ants. For homes that have problems with ant infestations. Rather than spraying poisons throughout your house, leave a little food every morning in a far corner of the yard –away from the dwelling. See if this has any affect. Also have the kids inspect the ants to see if they can locate any dawdlers or does every ant seem like it’s on a serious mission?

Toward the end of our class period, my instructor turned to me and said, 'and you there you young whippersnapper' (about the nicest thing I’ve heard all year), 'keep up that critical thinking of yours!'

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Pepper's Masterful Adventure

Around four years ago, Pepper got out. The wild abandon of the adjacent park had been tempting her for a while, as it would have most dogs. Her great escape wasn’t noticed at first and by the time, it was Pepper was thousands of sniffs ahead of her human family.


The hilly Ventura woodlands offered abundant nooks and crannies for Pepper to delve into. Oh, how that first evening felt so free for Pepper without the restrictions of a leash. Pepper poked mischievously through the hills and dales of the enormous park as the evening wore on.

Meanwhile, Pilar and Frances noticed that something was awful quiet. They had not heard or seen Pepper for quite some time. Their presumption was that Pepper had gone off into that park, so they started to try to track her down.

However, the park was so enormous and with multiple ways in and out they weren’t sure she had not gone off somewhere out of the park. Did she meet a boyfriend dog so quick? Perhaps the famous Mr. Winkle had flown into Ventura.



Evening turned to twilight and Pilar and Frances returned to the house. They were practically sick not knowing where their precious Pepper would sleep that night. Soon they posted some flyers around the park. One person called with a description of Pepper and yes, she had been seen in the park. Pilar and Frances went to the area described, but Pepper would not come out. She had become skittish and wary of people after several incidents of uncertainly.



A fortnight went by and they met with the person to ensure they were looking in the same place where Pepper was seen. There above on the hill they saw a speck of white with a beam that still shines today. Pepper remained skittish, but had the sensibility to come to Pilar and Frances as they called. Her fur was now matted and she had a body full of ticks. She probably wouldn’t have survived much longer.

When they brought Pepper to the Vet, it was pointed out that she had two large canine teeth marks on each side of her body. The speculation was that two coyotes had been fighting over her, while both had her tightly clamped in their jaws.

Somehow, in a miraculous Houdini move, Pepper dug deep into her own Wolverine energy and wrested loose, sprinting off into a little hole behind some tight branches that the coyotes could not fit into as they fought with and spat at each other.



Most people wouldn’t know it by looking at her at first glance, but that’s one of the amazing adventures that Pepper went through half a lifetime ago.








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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Harry Kahne -The man with the Multiple Mind

http://www.rexresearch.com/kahne/kahne.htm

"Are you married?" shouts a girl in the gallery.

"No", he answers, promptly, jotting down a word as he talks; "It’s my work that makes me act like this."

And in his final demonstration of "word-juggling", clearly explained in the photograph on the next page, he maintains the interest by hanging upside down and reciting a poem!

"That boy will go mad", said a woman sitting behind me in the theater where I first saw Mr Kahne perform.

"He is a genius", exclaimed a gray-haired gentleman who looked like a medical man."Very wonderful, but he won’t live long", he added, shaking his head.

But to talk to Mr Kahne is to discover that, although he ahs exceptional abilities, he is not by any means a freak. If he displays genius, it is not the kind that is akin to madness, but rather of the more creditable variety, generally spoken of as "an infinite capacity for taking pains".

"It is all a matter of development and practice", he told me. "Just as the acrobat or juggler trains muscles and nerves that even an athlete overlooks, so have I trained brain cells which the average mental worker seldom attempts to being into use."

"But you must admit that you have been endowed with an exceptionally good brain", I said.

"Yes, it is a good brain --- call it a first class brain, if you like --- yet there are thousands of other brains in the world just as good as mine. There are thousands of pairs of legs in the world just as good as the champion sprinter, but they do not all win races. Mental development is very much like physical development --- it is mainly a matter of exercise."

"But to exercise the brain in the way that you do must surely exert a very severe strain upon it?" I ventured.

"So does an athlete exert a very severe strain upon his muscles when he runs a race", replied Mr Kahne, smiling.

"Agreed", I said, becoming argumentative, "but mental strain is surely far more dangerous than physical exertion?"

"Well, I suppose you’re right there", he replied. "When I first started this sort of thing the psychologists and mental specialists declared that I had better get myself measured for a padded cell or a coffin. At that time I was performing only four feats at once, and I think it was the strain of trying to do five that really upset me. Anyhow, at the age of 23 all my hair came out. I didn’t like that at all. It made me look so ridiculous. But I thought it over, and came to the conclusion that the trouble was due to nervous strain --- quite a temporary affair, like the stiffness an athlete feels when he starts to train a new set of muscles --- and I reckoned that if I kept on practicing I should soon get into the way of performing feats without any serious strain at all. So I stuck to it, and as soon as I mastered the five feats my nerves quieted down and my hair came back again!"

"Do you not mean to infer that your present demonstrations are carried out without your feeling any strain?" I said.

"No sir --- I do not", replied Mr Kahne, emphatically. "The strain is still there, but the worry has gone. You must bear in mind that, apart from the fact that I do six things at once, the words and figures are given me by members of the audience, and the questions they ask range anywhere between baseball and the Einstein theory. So, you see, my performance is practically extemporaneous."

"You have compared your training to that of an athlete", I said. "Does that mean that you have to diet yourself in any way --- taking ‘brain food’ in the form of fish, for example?"

Mr Kahne laughed.

"Oh, no! I just live naturally and eat what I like. All the same, I have to keep my body fit, or my brain gets tired, and I cannot work well if my stomach is overloaded. But here’s an interesting point. Strange though it may seem, I can concentrate better hanging head downwards than when in an upright position. The rush of blood to the head stimulates the brain. Do you know that when people lie awake at night, thinking and worrying, unable to get to sleep, it is often due to a rush of blood to the head, caused by indigestion or something of that sort? If they were to prop themselves up with pillows they would probably manage to get to sleep without further trouble."

"When did you first discover your ability to direct your mind into several channels of thought simultaneously?"

"At the age of 14, when I was at school. In most lessons, excepting mathematics, I was rather backwards --- not because I hadn’t the ability to learn, but because I did not pay attention. I was an absent-minded youth, a daydreamer --- always letting my mind wander, thinking out little mechanical inventions, planning new forms of code writing, or evolving plots for short stories. One day my teacher fired a sudden question at me, and finding that I was not paying attention, hauled me out for corporal punishment. It was really the feeling of his cane that first turned my thoughts in the direction of multiple mind concentration. I did not want to give up my daydreams, but on the other hand, I had a distinct aversion to corporal punishment. So after a while I got into the habit of letting one part of my brain wander into the realms of inventive fancy whilst I kept the other alert for an enfilade fire of questions from the teacher.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

48. Deep Sea Creatures

More Monsters of the id

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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Passenger smuggles monkey onto plane under hat

Spirit Airlines spokeswoman Alison Russell says on a flight from Fort Lauderdale to New York's LaGuardia airport, people around the man noticed a marmoset - which normally lives in forest and eats fruit and insects - had emerged from underneath his hat. The man's journey had begun in Lima, Peru.


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Thursday, August 2, 2007

The Healer

http://anthropik.com/2007/07/the-healer/

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Lean, Green and Amazingly Serene

http://outside.away.com/outside/magazine/0397/9703out.html

"It was amazing," the high priest said. "He'd become part human, part plant. A lot of people talk about being "at one" with nature, but Moss Man actually did it!"

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Saturday, June 16, 2007

266 Sleepless Hours

From:



http://www.kirchersociety.org/blog/2007/05/29/staying-awake-for-266-hours/

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This man, 43-year-old Tony Wright, just concluded an incredible experiment. After staying awake for 11 straight days, he finally went to sleep — ten hours shy of the world record for sleep deprivation. From the Times Online:

“As far as we are concerned our main concern was not the record but to show that Tony could train his mind in such a way as to stay awake for 11 days and remain coherent and aware of what was going on around him. That was the main object and I believe what he has done will surprise many scientists who did not believe it was possible. Tony not only stayed awake but handled ten media interviews a day.”

Before going to sleep, Mr Wright attributed his success to the “caveman diet” of raw food he followed during his marathon. Instead of celebrating afterwards, he climbed into bed at 8am having tested his own theory for 266 hours that people can achieve astonishing feats by teaching their brains to work more efficiently.

The Guinness Book of World Records hasn’t tracked sleep deprivation records since 1989, deeming them too dangerous. Alex Boese, describing the complicated history of sleep deprivation experiments in the Museum of Hoaxes, writes, “The overall problem with determining the record for the longest a person has stayed awake is that people take ‘microsleeps’ without being aware of it. To really determine if a person has been constantly awake you’d need to record their brainwaves throughout the experiment. As far as I know, such a study has never been done.”

Of course, not sleeping for a week is much more impressive when one is also abstaining from food and water, as is required of the Marathon Monks of Mt. Hiei.

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Monday, June 11, 2007

June Parable

An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."

The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.

The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "15 - 20 years."

"But what then?" Asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!"

"Millions—then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

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