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Ananova - Dog of doom

Rated Aug 24 2007 • 1 review • dogs, humor, news • ananova.com

Dog of doom

A dog at an Ohio nursing home can reportedly sense when residents are about to die and sits by their bedside.

Scamp has apparently forecast practically every one of the 40 or so deaths that have occurred in the three years he's been at the home.

That puts him well ahead of a cat called Oscar which was featured in a medical journal after predicting more than 20 deaths at a nursing home in Rhode Island.

Scamp's owner Deirdre Huth, a staff member at The Pines nursing home, The Pines, in Canton. Ohio, says the schnauzer raises the alarm when he senses a resident is at death's door."

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ESA Multimedia Gallery - Hephaestus Fossae perspective view

Rated Aug 24 2007 • 1 review • space exploration, photography, science • esa.int

This image shows a small portion of the Veil Nebula - the shattered remains of a supernova that exploded some 5-10,000 years ago. The intertwined rope-like filaments of gas result from the enormous amounts of energy released as the fast-moving debris from the explosion ploughs into its surroundings and creates shock fronts. These shocks, driven by debris moving at 600,000 kilometres per hour, heat the gas to millions of degrees. It is the subsequent cooling of this material that produces the brilliantly coloured glows.

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Flickr Photo Download: IMG_0356

Rated Aug 24 2007 • 0 reviews • photography, poetry • flickr.com

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Chapter 0 / The Boudoir Stories. Erotic photo art

Rated Aug 23 2007 • 1 review • humor, eroticism, photography, satire • 2001photo.com

Chant for Dark Hours

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Crap game.
(He said he'd come at moonrise, and here's another day!)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Bar-room.
(Wait about, and hang about, and that's the way it goes.)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Woman.
(Heaven never send me another one of those!)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Golf course.
(Read a book, and sew a seam, and slumber if you can.)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Haberdasher's.
(All your life you wait around for some damn man!)

-- Dorothy Parker

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2YFMittHZY

Rated Aug 22 2007 • 1 review • folk music, music, video • youtube.com

youtube.com/watch [youtube.com/watch]
I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the left on Falls Road
The man at the wheel's name is Seamus
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says,"Now, what chance has that kid got?"
And I say from the back,"I don't know."
He says,"There's barbed wire at all of these exits
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go."



Chorus
It's a hard life
It's a hard life
It's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
If we poison our children with hatred
Then, the hard life is all they'll ever know
And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go
(Chicago)
(this world)

A cafeteria line in Chicage
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
He's the only trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But, they slip to their window and they see him
And they think that white hood's all they need

Chorus

I was a child in the sixties
Dreams could be held through TV
With Disney and Cronkite and Martibn Luther
Oh, I believed, I believed, I believed
Now, I am a backstreet driver from America
I am not at the wheel of control
I am guilty, I am war I am the root of all evil
Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road

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artnet - Art Galleries, Artworks &Events

Rated Aug 22 2007 • 1 review • painting, poetry, arts, encaustic • artnet.com

September, The First Day Of School

I

My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall the children must endure together
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible

Bow down before it, as in Joseph's dream
The sheaves bowed down and then the stars bowed down
Before the dreaming of a little boy.
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers
As cost the greater part of life to mend,
And yet great kindness came of it in the end.

II

A school is where they grind the grain of thought,
And grind the children who must mind the thought.
It may be those two grindings are but one,
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare's Plays,
As from the integers comes Euler's Law,
As from the whole, inseperably, the lives,

The shrunken lives that have not been set free
By law or by poetic phantasy.
But may they be. My child has disappeared
Behind the schoolroom door. And should I live
To see his coming forth, a life away,
I know my hope, but do not know its form

Nor hope to know it. May the fathers he finds
Among his teachers have a care of him
More than his father could. How that will look
I do not know, I do not need to know.
Even our tears belong to ritual.
But may great kindness come of it in the end.

--Howard Nemerov

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SNOWDON (Born 1930)

Rated Aug 22 2007 • 1 review • photography, poetry, photos • chrisbeetles.com

In The Summer

In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.

--Nizar Qabbani
Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

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Flickr: Please wait...

Rated Aug 21 2007 • 0 reviews • crime, australia, photography, photos • flickr.com

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