Jessica Simpson and the New Dukes of Hazzard

Before Jessica Simpson became the fun loving pop-teen idol, she was a young member of her church choir in Dallas, TX. Discovered by the music industry while attending a summer church camp, she later became a hit on the Christian Youth Conference concert tour circuit.

Jessica Simpson crossed-over to the secular market in 1999, with the smash hit I Wanna Love You Forever, and followed-up with a second album. With her marriage to Nick Lachey of boy band 98, Jessica Simpson surged into celebrity stardom with the MTV reality show about the trials of their first year of marriage.

Jessica Simpson will again enjoy the spotlight both in a new video and on the big screen in the role of Daisy Duke, in a remake of the 1979-85 hit television series The Dukes of Hazzard.

The new Duke's of Hazzard movie features Jessica Simpson in addition to other well-known celebrities such as Willie Nelson as the lovable Uncle Jessie, and the corrupt Hazard County Commissioner Bogg Hogg who is played by the versatile Burt Reynolds.

As always, the main story of the Dukes of Hazzard has the Dukes fighting to keep the family farm. The Duke Boys and their orange Dodge Charger The General Lee keeps them one step ahead of the authorities. Jessica Simpson plays the consummate eye-candy role in the Dukes of Hazzard as she helps her Hazard family spin circles around Boss Hogg.

Although the media often speculate that her physical evolution into the curvy Daisy Duke is a result of plastic surgery she is quick to correct those assumptions by noting the vigorous exercise routine that resulted in her new physique.

In an industry where 'image is everything' Jessica Simpson has made a stunning transformation from teen star to sex symbol. A 5-day workout schedule and a sensible diet have left her with a picture perfect bikini-ready body worthy of her Daisy Dukes character.

Get ready for Jessica Simpson and the new Dukes of Hazzard movie, it promises to be a roaring good time.

To learn more about teen health topics visit http://www.aboutteenhealth.org

Author:: James Hall
Keywords:: jessica simpson, jessica simpson music, jessica simpson picture, dukes of hazzard
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The Amazonas of Peru (Chapters 1 thru 3)

Provincia
[Peruvian
Chachapoyas

The Amazonas of Peru
[From Chicago to Kuelap

By Dennis L. Siluk

1

We caught a plane from St. Paul, Minnesota to Chicago, an early morning flight, one day in late February 2006. We were trying to set up our move to South America, Peru, and had to see the Consul General of Peru in Chicago, we had seen him a few years prior to this, when he was visiting Minnesota, but our move was to take place in mid March (kind of a semi retirement move), and we had to sign our marriage papers from six years prior, thus, making it legal in Peru, since I would be seeking duel citizenship. I slept briefly on the plane, and we landed at OHare, around 8:00 AM, second class. Somewhere near the airport was the train station, we found our way to it, and my wife Rosa bought roundtrip tickets to downtown Chicago, wed return after seeing the Consul, having late lunch and perhaps a walk around the windy citys Michigan Avenue area. It was a special day you could say, not only in that we would sign all this documentation, but also it was Valentines Day, and the Consul General gave Rosa a suggestion where to take me, and she did, to a fine Italian Restaurant, and the food was great, I had lasagna. It was her gift to me; she always takes me to the best restaurants in town when we go on trips though.

We headed right into the main building of the Consul Generals second floor office, he had moved about a block away from where his previous address was, so Rosa had told me, she was down to see him twice before, to vote and pay some kind of miserable small tax, for not voting in Peru think: it is next to a minor crime not to vote there. This time I was with her, as she had made an attempt before to have me go to Chicago, I suppose I was hoping we could do all the paperwork needed without me going, but it was impossible, I had to be there to sign the papers. So we caught the elevator to the second or thi rd floor, and walked up to the window in the office of the Consul General, told the secretary who we were and to our surprise, or at least to mine, they had all the paper work already made up; next, they called us, and took us into the back room, sat us down, and we started filling in the blank spaces necessary.

The Consul General was a warm sort of fellow, cross-legged as he sat behind his desk, a nice looking older man, sound, healthy looking; after we had done all the signing, he invited us into his personal office, we didnt have to wait like the others out in the small cramped hall area. His father was a poet, and so we got talking about poetry and I think special treatment, for meeting a poet he appreciatedas I was known to be, or at least showed his appreciation in the only way he could at the time, that is, allowing us the comfort of his soft office seats, until we had to go anyway; and being Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Peru at that, made things a little b etter between us. In the short-term of our meeting and free conversations he talked about his home in the Amazonas (in a few words adding bits and pieces of his childhood), and poetry of course. Rosa and I gave him the last three books I had written, two on Peru, one on Minnesota, all poetry (Last Autumn and Winter, Poetic Images Out of Peru, and Peruvian Poems.)

Im from the Amazonas, he said to Rosa, and they carried on a short conversation, then gave us a poster of Kuelap, it was the first time I had seen this location in the Andean-jungles of Peru, about 1000-miles from Lima. As I looked over the poster, I was quite impressed; it had a picture of a fortress Id soon find out was called, The Hidden Fortress, or Kuelap.

He liked poetry so much he read out loud to us (my wife and I, and the secretary who stood behind us for that moment) my poem called, The Ice Maiden, in the book, Peruvian Poems; I thought at the time he could have been a second Dylan Thomas, he sounded quite dramatic and powerful, a good reader of poetry, a lot of emotion, but then Peruvians have an extra dose of that for some God given reason. (In a short time Id find out more about Kuelap, and its 9th Century fortress; its wild warriors of antiquitythe Chachapoyas, and their warring with the Incas. All in due time, and as I looked more and more into this area I got more excited about Kuelap and its ancient walled ruins (discovered less than a half century ago); by the research I had done on Kuelap, it seemed, or reminded me of, compare to or with: The Great Enclosure, of Zimbabwe in Africa. Of course that was just a mindset. I then had visions of grassy slopes, by the Navahos, as Ive told my wife, time and again first you hear about a location of interest, then you dream about it ((find out things)) then you see it, and it become part of you.

An Afternoon in Chicago

The sun, like a deer trailbit my brow,
Industriously, as my wife and I took th e train
Back to OHare from downtown Chicago,

Windy city, with stretched-up eyebrows

In its winter sleep.
We walked around, downtown: busy city
From Washington Street to Michigan; across
The bridge, there on East Ontario, we

Ate at Bice, Italian Restaurant (my wife

Paid the bill) her treat, Valentines Day.

Im waiting for the plane now; its 5:00 PM;
It has been one of those happier days, moments,
In my life: strange, even with Northwest being late.

It is pale, to dark now (6:00 PM)

Sitting on these worn-out seats!
Thinking of nothing, like when youre a little boy,
Spending the whole day rambling through the
City, on your high, two wheel bike!...

Whistling away a sunny day,

With nothing much to do or say.

My wife, sitting next me fell to sleep, hat on:
Holding my jacket in her two hands, sleeping;
Had to remove her coffee cup, in case it fell:

Shes in some j oyful lofty solitude;

While Im sniffling away like hell.
It was nice, just being we today
Before having to go back home, to St. Paul,
Go back to the kitchenfixing things.

As I look about, everyones on cell phones.

Hurry-upflight: NW 145!

Now that I think of it, one can smell the lake
The Great Lake Michigan; feel its pulse, its
Wind like tides in the air all about.

Soft dust, swirling along the cities streets;

Street people blowing brass horns for a meal.
Rhythmic packs, misplaced men and women:
Everywhere: like undergrowth, weeds not growing.
Drunks, and derelicts, eyes staring at your every move,

An endless forest of a city, with boulders,

Towering bricks, next to an unforgiving lake:

Chicago!...

Semi prose/ 2/14/06 #1208

It was a about five o clock (in the PM) when we caught our plane back to Minnesota, and within the following month, March 19, we caught our plane to Peru, once we landed in Lima, I got word it had snowed 11-inches in Minnesota, I was not surprised, but more than happy to have avoided the snow storm, I had my fill of them. It was within the following two weeks where I had bought tickets to fly to Chiclayo (on the 27th of March); from there wed take a bus to the surrounding area of Kuelap: a four day trip. And this is where we stop for moment (for I am writing this in advance of that four day trip), for I will be taking that journey in a few days, tickets in hand. (Written March 25, 2006.)

2

The Kuelap Bum
[Of the Amazonas

Come; share a wild Kuelap Bums sunny afternoon

I sit here, sipping my coffee and coke waiting for my pollo saltado

[Chicken with potatoes and rice),

And hear voices, cars pass: sounds, coming from iron motors Like purring cats and roaring mice, with squeaky feet for tires, race

Racing around the caf (El Parquetito, in Miraflores)) Lima)), Around the stre ets and park; the sun boiling overhead, as Im

Reading Jack Kerouacs: The Dharma Bums,I feel like one.

My date to return back into the Amazonian regionthis time to the

Andean-jungleis in five days. My mind is excited, here is Where come my beautiful visions of grassy slopes, by the Nevados,

And there ahead in front of me, are the ancient ruins of Kuelap I can even see the wild warriors of antiquity: the Chachapoyas,

Fight the Incas in the wild deep, deep Andean-jungles of Peru.

I like the incredible peace here, lost in a maze of thoughts, looking for

No certain highway I can sweat, drink my coke and coffee in peace, while I write and dreamand get ready for my next journey.

#1283 3/23/2006 Note by the author: I have been to the Andes and to the Amazon, and even to the Amazonas as they are known for their sections, ranging from Equator to Peru, and Brazil and Venezuela, of which I have been to all these regions or sections excep t one, the one I am dreaming about, and will go in five days to, to what is known as the Andean-Amazonian region, where elevation is part of the jungle equation, not so in the other regions. Thus, here is where the Forgotten Fortress, is located, similar to the Great Enclosure, in Zimbabwe. The Forgotten Fortress dates back to about 800 AD.

The Chachapoyas
[and The Forgotten Fortress

Advance: I dont even know these people I talk about, Ive seen the landscape theyve live on only in books, rushed through, gritting their ivory teeth before they warred with the Incas in the 16th century (this pre-Inca civilization). But the more one studies this great civilization, the more one admires its fantastic powers of visualization, its psychic rulers, and wild bull like hearts, and the great fortress (labyrinth) they built in the middle of the Andean-jungles of Peru (walking through it one can only hold their breath in awe: breath in its life-death patriarchal society .

Today, the Chachapoya still carry on in this area, with its pottery, and tapestry, garments, all highly prized; at onetime they worked for the Incas, and like today, gave them high quality. In a few more days, lets say seven to be exact I shall be among them.

The Poem:

In the Andean-junglethe Chachapoyas (the tree-cloud people) Of the Forgotten Fortress, of Kuelap (Amazonas de Peru) once

lived heretwelve-hundred years agoperhaps 2000- or more Lived in this straddled low-land jungle citadel ; bold and free:

cadaverous war like people, spirit filled: more fierce than the Inca.

Here is where they livedin Kuelap, in limestone houses: under

conical thatched roofs; Houses of limestone masonry, in mud mortar plaster like tombs:

painted in rainbow colors; few if any windows.

The ravages of time have sadly, seen the looting of the detailed:

elaborate funerary architecture of the Chachapoya race; Once decorated in rainbow s hades, zigzag friezes, in cliff like caves.

#1287 3/20/2006 [Written before my trip to the Amazonas

3

Introduction to Chachapoya

(The following is taken from notes on my trip; only slightly modified for spelling errors, etc.)

It is funny how one thing leads into another. Someone gives you a poster; you hang it in your home; remember what he had to say about such historical sites as Kuelap, dating back to about 700 AD, with walls as thick as Troys, and legends as potent. Then you look a little deeper into this area the person has mentioned briefly, but enthusiastically, and find other sites that open your eyes to the bountiful, and most beautiful region known as the Amazonas of Peru, and find Carajia [also spelled with a K, dating back to the 13th Century. And on the journey you find much, much more. In Chapter #3, and the following chapters, we shall take a quick trip to the region, with some poetic verse to help us drift along its watery r oads, up its banks, through its small towns, and so forth and on, I am writing this on pieces of paper, in my pocket, and my wife has a pad of paper she bought a few days ago, Ill use it when I get back to the hotel.

(Talking to my friend the Archeologist) Kuelap, is called, The Forgotten City, discovered only forty-years ago, in the Amazonas of Northern Peru. The area is wide open for and to new discoveries; I am sure there will be many also. (Added later on in the following evening: in villages you can still find mummies in homes, and local mud built museums, and see them within caves on ledges of mountains. It is an archeological paradise, and one of the last frontiers for such discoveries in the world.)

Kuelap is cuddled in an odd way, cuddled over looking the Kuelap Valley, cuddled I say by the mist that surrounds her, as if she didnt exist, and all of a sudden: there she is. The mist drifts and descends into the valley fully allowing Kuelap to be seen th en, and once on top of her great walls, you can see on a clear afternoon, you can see a hundred-miles in all directions, East, West, and North South.

Kuelap is a sacred city to many in the region, a temple of or for the dead; yet some sprits still live there and are restless about the excavations going on here, I talked to two of them, one in particular who wanted to know what I wanted. And I asked him what bothered him? And he said: desecration (defilement); so there is fear in the shadowy corners of these cyclopean stones walls I do believe. In addition to being a temple of sorts, Kuelap is also a fortress, and surely at one time used as a city, for it has 400-stone houses in its small hilltop complex. The Inca Empire did dominate it, at its very end, by request of the Conquistadors, because Spain couldnt.

Thus, the white cotton canopy that descends, also ascends above the luscious multi shaded green valley; above the wild berries my friend and leader of this group: Maria, loved to eat; and there must exist every kind of plant a person can think of in this Amazonas Valley. (From notes on the trip: 3/30/06; #1295)

Julio Rodriguez, our Archeologist: while driving around the city, on a city tour, we talked about Carajia, had some coffee in the small city of Chachapoya; tomorrow wed go to see Carajia; anyhow, when we got talking about the Inca Empire then, and he got talking about Huayna Capac, he called him the Last Inca, the Father to Atahualpa, the Inca king that is so well known; he was killed by the Conquistadors for not becoming a Christian; I have a statue of him in my library. Carajia is where the six sarcophagi are entrenched into a mountain cave.

After lunch and coffee, I quickly jotted down the information he gave me in a poem, I call:

The Last Inca (Huayna Capac)

Tall and handsome, built like a bull,
A warrior among warriors with long blond hair
Eyes like emeralds, tears of gold,
He was the Kings son
(Atahualpa) now ruler of all Northern Peru;
And so it was, when the last Inca King died,
The kingdom was split, like Alexanders,
Between two half brothers!

#1294 3/29/06

4

[Walking around Chachapoyas While looking for a place to have coffee, and a light lunch, we [Maria, Rosa, myself, and Julio walked past a church, there was a lady sitting there on the steps, head lowered, her daughter along side of her, dirty faced, flowers laying along side of her. It was a hot day, a moist day, and we walked past her, and after a hundred feet or so I asked my wife to go back and buy the flowers, all of them, then I joined her. Now writing this out, it is evening in our Spanish hotel (three Stars***: La Casona), and here is my poem:

The Flower Lady of Chachapoyas

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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Can What You Create Affect What People Do? Art's Influence On Culture: A Christian Perspective

The ability to create Art is a gift directly from God. Anything from God has power, so it is no surprise that what you create can influence what people do. It can impact the mind, emotions and will of an entire Culture.

Culture is defined as:
The behavior patterns, Arts, beliefs, institutions, and all other products of human work and thought, especially as expressed in a pArticular community or period. A way of doing things for a pArticular group of people.

Art is a method of communication. It can:

-Tell a story.
-Relay an emotion.
-Reveal the unseen.
-Portray the seen in a unique way.

-Art affects people the same way that any other method of communication affects people. All things communicated enter the access points of the human soul called the gates. These gates are made up of the Eyes, the Ears and the Mouth. The Eye and Ear gates take in information expressed. What we see and what we hear directly influences how we think and ho w we feel. An Artist can create a painting of a young child in the rain, looking cold and hungry. This image can touch the emotions of the viewer. The same viewer can read a political cArtoon that is either for or against the readers political views. Again, this simple drawing can evoke emotions within the reader.

Think about how all Art forms have the ability to connect and impact people. Those that receive whats communicated Artistically, whether seen or heard, think about or relate emotionally to what the Artist communicated. A familiar song can remind the listener of a period from their past. A movie about street car racing can motivate movie goers to drive fast on the way home from the theater.

So, how does visual Art lead to affecting people and the Culture that they are in? Heres the path:

-Visual Art communicates a message to the viewer. The message communicated affects what people think or how people feel:

What you think and feel leads to act ions.

Marketing and Advertising professionals do this everyday. Their goal is to stimulate a response from consumers using Artistic elements, graphics, color, sound, Music, video, etc. The fact is that these elements employed properly influence how we dress, what we buy, who we find attractive, where we eat, etc. Your Art has the potential to stimulate an invisible, intangible thought is one thing. The concept of that thought or emotion making the leap from the invisible world of the mind to the physical world as an action is whats really miraculous when you think about it.

-Actions repeated lead to habits (good or bad).

Its been said that if you do a certain thing at least 21 times, it will become a habit. Of course, habits come in two ways, good habits and bad habits. The princ iple of repetition works both ways.

-Habits lead to lifestyle.

This is where individual or collective Culture resides. This is where those behavior patterns that I mentioned in the definition of Culture take root.

As an example, some may be familiar with Bratz, a line of dolls targeting preteen girls. Illustrations of these characters can be found on packaging, t-shirts, book covers, lunch boxes, book bagseverywhere. The imagery of these characters portray young girls with bedroom eyes, heavy makeup and exposed midriffs. Now, whether or not you find this look acceptable, young girls are influenced by the overall message communicated in the design concept as to what clothes are in and what they should wear.

Visual Art for generations has been powerful enough to influence Culture. Since Art is a vehicle that relays ideas, information and emotion; what you create can influence what people do.

Feel free to download worksheet that recaps key points f rom our Art Lessons From God workshop: http://www.geocities.com/tonysnipes/ArtandCulture.pdf

Tony Snipes is an Artist, Ministry leader, Illustrator and founder of The Kreative Kingdom, whose goal is to help Artists seek God's purpose and plan for their creative talent.

Tony's newsletter/discussion group Art Lessons From God! discusses topics related to:

-The Artistic gift God has given Artists.
-Why God has given us our Artistic talent?
-What does HE want us to do with it?

Art Lessons From God can be found at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ArtlessonsfromGod/

Author:: Tony Snipes
Keywords:: Art,Culture,Dance, Music, Ministry, Comics, Manga, Anime,Bratz, Children, Marketing, Advertising
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Black Bubble Part One

Black Bubble
[The Dread of the Yukon

1
The Decision
And the Journey

The Witch Speaketh:

Once witches danced
To plenilunal magic
With weak souls to molest;
Ah! Yesway back when?
Whenwitches robbed men
Of virtue and piousness.

[July, AD 1909 Im over fifty, and Shauna, over forty, shes more on the order of being, so-so in her ways than I, so-so meaning, you never know, and can be very stern if not given her way. My illness is of a peculiar orderIve thought possible she gave it to memy wife, if in deed, one can give illnesses to another, Id not put it past her; and the question is: could I go there without becoming fragmented and hurting someone in a panic state as I now often get because of the blame damn illness? This illness no one has a name for but is of some neurological makings, with side effects that disturb the emotional makeup of a person; she thought Id be fine; should I become panic stricken; that Id not hurt myself intentionally. I even mentionedfruitlesslyeven death by a hundred different reasons could occur. Again I repeat myself: she was indifferent to these worries of mine. My work used to be rather trying, as I spent much time in the Yukon years ago, now a professor at the University, with cross-cultural clients from every walk of life. I teach psychology.

Robert doesnt mention any one but you, Lowell, was Shaunas rejoinder.

I gather hes lonely for travel, or so I expect? said I in return.

Incidentally, she looked at me as if I was out of my mind, turning toward the window; it was obvious she was dumbfounded in my lack of interest in joining him again on a surprise journey to the Yukonit was fifteen-years since we had last been there. She didnt push the menu, I might add, but she wanted me to take the invitation, she was acting timid, and that is not her statuette. Robert has what I would calla not worth mentioning, personality. But he has money, infl uence, and it pays the bills; or used to. He also has blood shot eyes most of the time, likes to drink you know, like a fish out of water; his expression is dull, dim and flat, and hes 61, too old for such nonsense.

I think of the barren, spacious Yukon, its cold roomy country, a wing of the devils where you cant find much to eat, hard to sleep, and it does not have hot baths. Ive been in the Yukon, as well as the far Arctic, it is no dream trip at our ages, or so I feel.

Wealth flashed across my wifes face, and to enticed her, the unscrupulous professor made it worth her time to intimidate me: the fine things of life it would buy he shoved in front of her enigmatic, paranormal face; after the expedition that is shed be the queen of the city, sort of speaking; and the truth of the matter is, I could rest for a year or two, in a quiet work-room and just write poetry, with a perfect cup of coffee, or tea each day, instead of that same old, same old crap. Sure, th ere is a good point about his, I admit, and not many people would be demanding my every minute once I got back, and it would be only a four month endeavor, but again I say, it is too demanding; and so the Professor asked to me to go along with him, Professor Robert Spellvice; why? to look for old bones, old mammal bones in the Yukon, this is not my cup of tea at fifty-seven years old; not anymore anyway. But if I stay around here, it will be a long winter with my wife, and I can tell you, short in days can be long in months with her, if shed doesnt make me into a toad in the mean time. Like I said, there are points to this, I admit.

I spoke with him yesterday, and he really wants you Lowell, he said he wanted your answer today, and not a no, informing me hed give you three times your wages than the university, along with a big bonus once completed, and he can acquire a leave of absence for you without any issues raised? I found myself gazing in the dullness of my lib rary: eyes in a pause, looking at my wife, but not saying a word.

I spoke at length with her about how long wed be gonefeeling it was a long time, and exactly how much was he was offering was not worth it, and the books that would be written thereafter, and the royalties, was still more work to be doneimplying: it was not as simply as she was making it out to be, and I wanted to retire for the most part, I had written twenty-nine books (for god sake how many more must a man write to prove his worth?). Shauna did not budge from her insistence in that I should go, nor move from the archway of our library, as I expected. She kept her dark green eyes on me, a mist formed around her, like a black bubble, it often did when she was thinking hard, thinking and not wanting anyone in to some safety zone of hers, as if I could, or someone might be able to, read her thoughts; it was her compilation of hidden knowledge in witchcraft I was witnessing, and skeptical about: should I not agree to do it, I might end up doing it anyhow as it may appear to mewith her art of magicI wanted to in the first place, and by the time the spell would fade, Id be in the Yukon anyhow. I didnt know she was a witch when I married her; it came out when she healed me with some stupid shrub, or herb from it, of scurvy or whatever I had back then, back in l886, if I recall right.

I fought it, but it didnt do much good until I returned and she hurled her the unexplained, delightful enchantment on me, along with that shrub-herb. Oh, that isnt all, in the Yukon, there are deep dizzy mountains, deathlike, and graves here and there of those before you that tired to find their fortune in it. I scrabbled and mucked like a slave them days. It is the cruelest land that I know. Yes, there is beauty also, the big husky sun, the stars tumble about at night; the caribou run in the wild, it is fresh, silent, a stillness to it also, a good portion of it unpeopled; but there are hardships that nobody reckons; keep it, I will take a hot bath and think about those who wish to go back to that world, should I have such a pleasure in making the decision not to, but I fear not

Instead of me inviting it hopefully, as an alternative, I told her Id try to look forward to it, but I only did so in depression, a kind of creeping one at that. Here I was to enter a world of fog and slush, gloom and cold; these melancholy thoughts I must put aside. Now she went into her room, with that impassive face, an evil woman at times.

[Interlude I Lowells mind was now free for the moment, having Shaunas spell and demand packed away, thus he lost the fearfulness that was lingering within his stomach, his intestines, his head and spinethe uneasiness she could provoke upon and within his system, make it endure should he defy her. Now he committed himself to the irretrievable blunder to be, which lay ahead of him: or so he felt it would turn out to be; he devoted long hours to getting in shape the following two months, for the September trip. He lost over ten pounds, put on some muscle in its place. Found new maps of the Yukon, and Arctic regions, for theyd be in both areas before their trip was over; he was never losing hope the Professor would cancel the trip, and perhaps go in the summer months, but he didnt. He packed away for the trip a few books, one by George Sterling of poetry; he liked his imagery, a great poet out of California; and another one by Gertrude Stein.

It seemed to him, Professor Spellvice had not done any extraordinary preparation for the long enduring trip that lay ahead of them, which required specialization for the most part, hence, Lowell was baffled. His head was whirling with conflict and contradiction of this idleness. Did he think the Yukon, or the Arctic was summer year round? I mean, he wasnt the man he was fifteen-years ago, or twenty-five years ago when they had made their first of several t rips to the enduring North. Perhaps the Professor had bones and artifacts in general on his mind so much he forgot that it gets sixty to eighty below zero up there, should they not make it back before winter; and he was playing a most dangerous game trying to beat the cold and freezing up of the lakes and rivers by going in late September. So these were Lowells thoughts. In addition, He felt the Professor could lose twenty-pounds, minimum, which would do him well; scrap off that pot belly of his; he was only five foot six inches tall, and the bellow lapped over his belt like rolls from a pig, he must had been 190-pounds. He also had a black beard and his back and arms, legs and all was hairy like an ape.

By and large, Lowell McWilliams was in a state of addlement [becoming rotten when he met the day he and the professor were to take the train from Minnesota to the Canadian boarder; and then onto the Yukon, to Dawson to get supplies, and all the way to the Arctic, and perhaps even to Mackenzie Bay [which was not on the agenda, but in the back of the professors mind which would add another for or five months to the trip back and forth, but should he had told Lowell, it would have only made matters worse. Both Lowell and Professor Spellvice were aware Peary had made it to the North Pole [April 6, l909 by sledge, and it may have had inspired Spellvice to make the trip before winter, and the summer of the following year, or at least that is what came to mind for Lowell. But Lowell was more interested in the possibility of the fight that was to take place with Jack Johnson, come the summer of next year [l910, on July 4th, thus leaving in August of 1910, would had been excellent for him.

2 The Yukon
And the Lake

The Raw Arctic

I have seen its vastness
A lonely land I know;
On its silent splendor,
Its beauty: strung my soul!...

For the first few weeks nobody spoke unless there was an absolute need to, an d Lowell chopped ice as they shifted through the waters, his ores heavy with ice, cliffs all about him. Lowell wanted to turn about a hundred times, but his will refused his mind and bodies better judgment. And Professor Spellvice, whom never swore, learned how to somehow this time, as the river become more dangerous, and he become more exhausted. Lowell got thing about this time: for some odd reason, it would seem each man wants to prove something in his life before he dies, and thus, puts life and limb in harms way if need be, heart and soul into it, even if he puts others in harms way, and this was one of those times for the professor. It seemed that, each man had reached his breaking-point during this journey, but jerked back from pulling their revolvers out and shooting the other.

During the evenings in camp, each would take their turns with some kind of hesitated and sort hysterical laugh, and a few hours later theyd both be fast asleep; a way of releasing the pressure of the long hatchet struggle in the Yukon. One blamed the other for whatever anguish had rested on his soul that day, but by nightfall it usually was forgotten, and by morning after a cup of coffee, it was time to loosen up the stiffen muscles and the ache of moving from the sleep of fatigue of the night before.

It was on the 41-day, they had woke up, finished with the coffee, it was dark yet, Lowell rolled up the sagging tent, said to Robert, Come on, we got to get across the lake before it freezes up; it was thirty-below, and as they started to cross the lake the wind started to freeze up the Roberts cheeks and nose, when he touched them, they were froze hard like an ice cube. He stopped rowing, left the ore by itself as he pulled his gloves off to warm his face with his own fleshly hands. Thus, as they floated down the swift river, shore-ice extended out into the lake and it was hitting the boat as it broke from its main sheet. Lowell didnt see Robert, he was starting a fire in the little iron stove they had in the boat, for it was to be a six hour trip across the lake, and into the river; which would bring them a landing point, just before the water falls; consequently, his back was turned to him.

The older man, Professor Spellvice, was beyond fatigue, and was now rubbing his face, it was dead tissue he was rubbing, tissue that was frost bitten: turning white; his ore had slipped gently into the lake, there was one left, it remained connected to the boat on the other side, then all movement ceasedthey hit a big rock in the middle of the lake, the professor fell forward onto Lowells back, sound like he was in extreme anxiety: Ill sure go back now, his eyes bulging out of their sockets: then apologized for taking him into this forsaken land, hunting for old bones; then like a sack of potatoes, he fell limp: dead to the world. What had come over him, Lowell didnt know there were no real signs that had forecasted such a qu ick expiration.

Lowell had food, some gold-dust they had traded for dollars in Dawson, just incase they needed to buy some camp items along the way, should they find someone willing to sell them, along with meat or other needed items, hence, dollars would not hold the value as gold would. He knew he had flour, some beef-jerky, a few tin goods; as he looked about the boat; then he noticed he had one ore. The shore was about a mile away; hed turn the boat that way, but didnt have it, it seemed somehow to turn by itself in that direction compelled to go that way he told himselfWhy? He then pulled out a bottle of whiskey, took a few drinks, after thawing out his mustache to get the bottle into his mouth.

He looked at old Professor Spellvice, So-long, old chap, he said with a regretful- ness, while his red-hot stove gave him new vitality. It was getting colder, for he spit in the air and it froze before it hit the ice in the lake. Its getting colder all the time he told the stove, as if it had a mind of its own, rubbing his bare hands to the warmth of its flames, turning now and then to the back of the book looking at the Spellvice humped over like a lump of lard, chin on his chest.

Ssh! he said aloud. He heard a womans voice from the shore; he could see the shore now. Huh! said he, in a whisper to himself. For some reason, Shauna did not occur to him that the voice coming from the shore was hers, or could be; it was some other womans. As his boat oddly enough was being pulled to shore by some hidden force, the snow in this areas was feet thick, deep snow he noticed. Nobody could live up here, he told himself, the stove now going out, only the devil, he added to his monologue. He felt his legs and knees, he knew his muscles were still strong with warm circulating blood; hence, he could trudge along the snow for a few days once ashore, but he needed to find a log cabinsooner or laterand wait out the winter. There was no wa y of going back. Hed bury the old professor in spring, when hed make his way back across the lake; it would freeze over soonthe lake that is, if not this evening, surely tomorrow or the following day.

[Interlude II Lowell loved beauty, be it in nature as it was in the North Country here, or in women, for his wife was most beautiful, or in poetry; and now the great north had provided this beauty for him. He and the professor, if they had enjoyed anything together on this trip, it was in the gazing into the magic of its beautiful landscape, it silent nights, its overpowering vastness; it stirred within him, profoundly, within both of them. It seemed to fill the blank pages of his Lowells mind, those that had been gathering for so many years. These past six weeks he had sung to himself aloud, something he had not done for a very long time. The landscape illuminated both the professor and him, although the professor seemed to have experienced darkness because of his av idly unpreparedness for the trip, he did find time to absorb its wondrous beauty. But now he was gone forever, a sad case at best, thought Lowell. Under all those cloths the professor had on, he was sweating out the old stress and strain he had carried a thousand miles; his shirt clung to his shoulders from the sweat.

[see part Two

The author is a world traveler, lover of the mysteries around the world. He will shortly be going to Lima, Peru [perhaps the mountians and during this 33-day trip, over to Copan, in Central America as well. He has produced 28-books, his most recent, #29, will be out before he gets back from his vacation, I do believe: Cold Kindness, and his book on travel, Chasing the Sun, can be seen on most any book sites. He lives in st. Paul, Minnesota, with is wife Rosa.

http://dennissiluk.tripod.com/

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Story
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The One That Got Away

For years I have been listening to those commercials advising me to get my precious Kodak moments on film. And they always make it look so easy too.

Well, all right then, if it's so easy, why haven't I been more successful? It's certainly not because I don't have opportunities. In fact, I had a wonderful opportunity one winter day a few years ago.

Throughout the night it had been snowing here in rural west central Wisconsin, and although I knew my bird feeders were almost empty and it's part of my routine to fill them first thing in the morning, I decided to wait until the snow had stopped. The cardinals, chickadees, juncoes, blue jays, pine siskins, goldfinches, chipping sparrows, nuthatches, hairy woodpeckersand the occasional downy woodpeckerwouldn't want mushy sunflower seeds. And besides, they still had a little bit left.

By the time it quit snowing, and I had shoveled all the paths and had cleared the driveway, the bird feeders were completely empt y. I quickly filled a bucket with sunflower seeds and a songbird mixture flavored with cherry juice, and then I started on my rounds.

The first stop, since it is closest to our walk-out basement, was the cedar tree my father and I had found growing wild on our farm nearly thirty years ago. We had dug it up and transplanted it at the house my parents had built when they retired from farming. Mom and Dad are both gone now, but the cedar tree lives on.

As I began to scoop bird seed into the feeder, I heard a chickadee right above my head. The little guy was perched on a snowy branch studded with blue juniper berries, watching my movements with bright, alert eyes. Chick-a-dee-dee-dee-deechick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee, he said.

It sounded like he was scolding me.

Yes, yes, I replied, I know you're hungry. Just wait a minute, will you?

When I dumped the second scoop into the feeder, I suddenly remembered something an elderly neighbor had once told me about feeding chickadees. I set the bucket down, put a few sunflower seeds in the palm of my glove and propped my arm on a low-hanging branch. About a minute later, I almost fell over from the shock when the chickadee flitted down, perched on my finger and took a sunflower seed. He flew up to his branch, ate the seed, and then came back for another one.

After the fifth sunflower seed, I still couldnt quite believe it. I figured my husband, Randy, would have trouble believing it too, but I wanted to tell him, anyway. I raced around to the back of the house and threw open the door.

Randy! Come here! I shouted.

My husband almost overturned his chair in his haste to get up. What's the matter?

Nothing. Put your coat on. You've gotta see this.

Randy worked nights, so he had been sleeping all day. For him, late afternoon was like everybody elses early morning. In a few minutes he came outside. It's not very warm out here, he muttered. What is it I 'have to see?'

This, I said, walking down the shoveled path toward the cedar tree.

In the meantime, several more chickadees had joined the first one. I put some seeds in my hand and propped my arm on a branch.

What ARE you doing?

Watch, I said.

And sure enough, in a little while a chickadee landed on my glove, took a sunflower seed and flitted back to his branch to eat it.

Randy's mouth popped open in surprise. Let me try that, he said.

Soon the chickadees were taking sunflower seeds from Randy's hand as well.

Then we decided to try it without our gloves. Didn't matter to the chickadees. Their wire-thin feet clasped our bare fingers just as easily as they had gripped our gloves.

After that, Randy tried putting some sunflower seeds on the bill of his cap. At first the chickadees seemed perplexed by the situation, but finally one brave little soul tried it. Hooking his tiny feet around the brim, he took a sunflower seed and flew off . Once the others saw their leader had come to no harm, they decided to give it a try. The best part came, however, when Randy put some seeds on top of his cap. I never in my wildest imagination thought I would see my husband with a chickadee sitting on top of his head.

Quick, Randy murmured, barely moving his lips, get the camera.

I inched around the corner and zipped into the house.

Where is it? he whispered when I came back outside a few minutes later.

Ummmahhhwellwe're out of film.

If Randy hadn't had a chickadee perched on his head, I'm sure his reaction would have been more forceful.

Oh, sure, he hissed, here I am with a chickadee sitting on top of my head and we don't have any film?

So, the next day I went to town and bought several rolls. Then we tried every trick we could think of to coax the chickadees into sitting on Randy's head again. Nope. Nothing doing. Absolutely not. They wouldnt even come within ten feet of us.

< p>And here it always looks so easy in those commercials. Just load your camera, point, and shoot, they say.

Right.

About The Author

LeAnn R. Ralph is the author of the book: Christmas in Dairyland (True Stories from a Wisconsin Farm) (trade paperback; August 2003). Her next book, Give Me a Home Where the Dairy Cows Roam, will be available later in 2004. Share the view from Rural Route 2 http://ruralroute2.com

bigpines@ruralroute2.com

Author:: LeAnn R. Ralph
Keywords:: Country,Family,Fiction,Stories,Novels,Books
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All You Could Ever Know About Original Reality Series

We all know what they mean but we don't know whether we should like them or hate them. I recall an Original Reality Series named 'Candid Camera' few years ago. Some persons on the street (who had no idea there was a camera waiting to film them) were caught in ridiculous and funny situations usually provoked by the team of this show. Nowadays, we watch instead those 'Funniest Home Videos' programs.

The old-fashioned

Afterwards,the whole idea changed in what Original Reality series were concerned: the idea of taking a group of people into a house and filming them for every instant of their staying there crated big brother(originated in Holland) was the first one. As I have mentioned before, some persons were take into a house where cameras were on 24 hours a day. People could decide on the phone who should stay or leave the house. Another Reality show worthwhile to mention is 'survivor' where a group of people is facing a series of hostile conditions brought abou t by the natural environment, similar to a jungle; they were filmed while trying to find food, water or shelter and, as Big Brother, some of them, the public deciding, were out.

Newest Idea

Big Brother was the first to open the range of this type of original reality series. We can name now 'Masterplan' where certain tasks are given to the participants by 'the Master'. Another one is 'the Bar' where the competitors live and work together in a bar i the evenings.In 'Popstars' the young participants struggle to gain the position in a band. In 'Pop Idol' is quite different because there is only a winner whose next record is ought to be successful. The British ' Pop Idol' the success is guaranteed. A connection between Big Brother and Pop Idol has led to 'Fame Academy' where participants live in a luxurious house and practice singing and dancing, while being filmed as in Big Brother.'Prticipants suffer here too:smoking is forbidden and alcohol is brought in few quant ities. The 'fear factory' is the one in which participants must face the things they fear the most: being covered by bugs or climbing outside a window at the twentieth floor.

So what's all about it?

Critics say these programs should be banned as they are somewhat immoral and exploitative, yet people watch them. For the viewer is an opportunity to watch people doing things he or she thought could never been done. Another aspect is the one of watching people in the sense of observing them; they are different and interesting. The TV is the source of many things looked for; it is comfortable, easy to access and relaxing unlike cinemas or theaters, where people must keep their most deep reactions inside them.

Most TV companies are prone to create these original reality series because they are cheap, entertaining and usually lead to a growth in its rating which is the best way to create a good image of the TV channel.

Another question to be answered is 'why do people ever participate in this shows?' Basically for popularity and money. Few decades ago, TV wasn't for average people: you had to show certain skills like acting or having great fluency. Nowadays, it has become an attraction for every person as we are used to filming weddings, births, generally, special moments in our lives.

So, what's next?

It is usually claimed that these original reality series look fascinating at the beginning but, as time passes, they are less watched as they become redundant. Maybe people have learned to judge the things are being brought in as these series. All they have to do is to vary certain aspects so as to make it more interesting.

Learn about the next original reality series at http://www.hangareight.com/. It's more than a destination, it's a moment in time and you're invited.

Author:: Ispas Marin
Keywords:: original reality series
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XMen My Teenage Daughter And Me

When X-Men came into existence I was a kid. But it wasn't until my now teenage daughter grew up and fell in love with the mutants that I really got my X-Men education. In this article I'm simply going to introduce you to the main X-Men characters and explain the impact that each one had on my life. You'll understand why after reading this.

The head of the X-Men is Charles Xavier, Professor X. He is a man in a wheelchair who is gifted with the power of telepathy. He can read people's minds from miles away and while he is a mutant, probably his greatest ability is to be able to see the good in all men, humans and mutants. Professor X is probably the ultimate decent person. I have since tried to live my life as he does, to see the good in everyone no matter how bad they may appear to be on the outside.

Then there is Jean Gray who is Charles' prodigy. Jean also has telepathic powers, though not as great as Charles'. Her greatest power is that of telekinesi s, which is the ability to move objects around with her mind. Jean is really the heart and soul of the X-Men. She too tries to emulate Charles and see the good in people. Jean, however may be a little more naive about things than Charles. She is sometimes too trusting and that gets her into trouble. Still, while a mutant, she is more human than many humans themselves.

Jean's boyfriend, turned husband is Scott Summers, known as Cyclops. Scott's ability is one that can actually be quite dangerous if uncontrolled. When Scott's eyes are unprotected they shoot hot energy out in all directions. Needless to say this has to be controlled and to do that Scott has to wear protective glasses. Under the training of Charles Scott has learned to harness this energy and use it for helping in the defense of the X-Men and others he has sworn to protect. Scott is also a bit of an idealist at times but don't get him riled up. He is very protective of Jean and will literally vap orize any mutant who tries to harm her. I admire Scott for his courage and devotion to those he cares about.

A once rival of Scott is Logan, known as Wolverine. His is a complex story for not only is he a mutant, gifted with the ability to heal quickly after being wounded, but he was also the victim of an operation which implanted a titanium skeleton in his body. This virtually makes him indestructible. Logan is a real hot head and also very protective of Jean. He is the kind of person to shoot first and ask questions later. He is the one person you want to have as a friend and dread having as an enemy.

Then there is Storm who has the ability to control the weather. You wouldn't think this would be a useful power when fighting evil but when you're being chased by evil jet fighters, it's nice to be able to conjure up a huge wind storm behind you and knock your foe out of the sky. Storm is a very private X-Men character. She is low key and one wouldn't thin k she was too into things but when the chips are down she can be counted on to come to the rescue. She is loyal and very strong in spirit. I so admire her resolve.

Probably the saddest of the X-Men is Rogue. She is cursed with not being able to have any physical contact with anyone as her touch literally drains the life out of the person. Rogue does manage to use this power many times to actually help the X-Men. Once she used Logan's healing power by draining some of it from him in order to save herself and ultimately a very dire situation. I admire Rogue's courage to go on in spite of the terrible thing that she has to live with.

Then there is Beast. A once normal man who simply mutated into a beast but he has a heart of gold and is very smart, actually being a brilliant scientist. Beast helps the X-Men out with many of their technical dilemmas. He has a great sense of humor and quotes many philosophers. More of a thinker than a fighter he uses his bra ins to get out of tight spots.

Finally there is Gambit. He's a slightly calmer version of Wolverine. He has the ability to turn ordinary objects like playing cards into flaming projectiles. Gambit is an excellent fighter and a protector of all the X-Men. He has a great sense of humor and a thing for Rogue, who unfortunately has a thing for Logan who unfortunately has a thing for Jean who unfortunately is married to Scott. Yes, it is quite a tangled web.

Those are the main X-Men characters. In my next article I'll cover the main villains and supporting characters.

Michael Russell
Your Independent guide to Comic Books

Author:: Michael Russell
Keywords:: Comics,X-men
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Believable or Believe the Bull?

Here are your Extremely Boring Yet Curiously Interesting Facts for Friday May 13. Watch out for the black cat in todays path of movie Facts.

Although Harvey Keitel frequently plays Italian-American characters, he is of Polish-Jewish heritage.

Since she speaks French fluently, Jodie Foster uses her own voice to dub the French versions of her films.

In For The Love of The Game Kevin Costners frontal nudity scene was reportedly deleted after test audiences laughed during this scenes screenings.

Robert Duvall is a direct descendant of General Robert E. Lee.

Orlando Blooms real name is Jonathan Blanchard Bloom - he ado pted the Orlando because hes a huge Disney World fan.

Born in 1921, Abe Vigoda is still alive.

Anthony Hopkins became an American citizen on April 12, 2000. He was allowed to retain his British Knighthood and the title of Sir.

To prepare for 1976's Taxi Driver, Robert DeNiro worked for a month driving cabs, he also studied mental illness.

An avid L. A. Lakers fan, Jack Nicholson never misses a home Game. Producers of his films are contractually required to work his shooting schedule around the Lakers schedule.

Johnny Depps nickname Colonel was given to him by the late Hunter S. Thompson.

Jack Nicholson and Danny DeVitos relatives ran a hair salon together when they were young boys.

Your Haiku for today is:

Ashes to ashes
Our time in this world is short
Get some on the side

Orlando Blooms birth certificate reads Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom.

Take it light,

RR

Richard Roberts

Author:: Richard Roberts
Keywords:: Trivia, Game, Haiku, Fact
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Magic is Still Kicking in the 21st Century!

I'm a Magician and also write books about Magic aimed, mostly, at adult beginners. For those reasons, you'd expect that I'd be still saying that it's going well, even if I was reduced to sharing my rabbit's rations! It's still extremely popular and my bunny's biscuits are hers alone. We don't get much Magical Entertainment on television here.

There's very little live production because of the lower costs for the networks to get programs from America or England. These programs have huge budgets by our standards along with prepared promotional information and an almost guaranteed audience attracted by earlier publicity when the shows were originally sgown in the originating country. That's reduced the potential in that area to casual spots on chat shows and similar until some clever performer focuses on the needs of that market and finds a way to break in. I'm sure that it will happen. I hope I'm still around when it does! However, the demand for Magic shows for Partie s, conferences and special events is becoming stronger after declining in many areas after 9/11.

The heightened security requirements and inevitable minor delays when travelling won't stop companies and other organisations attending junkets ... sorry, industry information events. There's few forms of Entertainment with the broad appeal for people attending these events of a quality Magic act. There's also very strong interest in specialised Magic presentations for break-out events that give conference delegates some light hearted fun between their work sessions and also programs that entertain delegates partners while those work sessions are on. The continued interest in my books, shown by the feedback from readers and distributors, tells me that there are many adults, dedicated to other activities and professions, that love to use Magic Tricks to break the ice at Parties, promote their business activities in memorable ways or even perform occasional Magic shows.

< p>I know from the enthusiasm of children I entertain and the comments of parents at the shows or who send feedback after buying my ebooks, that children are learning to do Magic Tricks or to make and use puppets in greater numbers than ever. The appeal is, I think, in the human interaction that technology hasn't simulated very successfully yet. Even when virtual hologram performances are common, costs are likely to keep them beyond the reach of most for a while. And there's one major attraction that no machine-based system can match.

It's great to watch a Magic show, but there's even more fun being the person that waves the Wand and causes the scarves to change places or the elephant to appear. And, provided you have access to a well-trained elephant - or the necessary scarves - it's really very easy to learn to do a few little miracles yourself.

John Williams is a part-time professional Magician who writes and sells ebooks between his Magic shows. The books, inc luding his latest, 'Ezy Magic Miracles' are available from Ezyebook.com

Author:: John B Williams
Keywords:: Magic,Tricks,Entertainment,,Hobby,Wand,Amazement,Ice-breaker,Parties,Conventions
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Indian Summer

It was a warm, sunny October afternoon one day when I was a kid, and as I walked up the hill of our driveway after getting off the school bus at our Wisconsin dairy farm, I wondered how many more nice days we would have before winter came.

I was still wondering about winter when I entered the kitchen a few minutes later.

What did you learn in school today? asked my mother, who was in the middle of peeling potatoes for supper.

Every day Mom asked what I had learned in school, although most of the time I didnt know how to answer because it didnt seem like we had really learned anything.

Today, though, I had something to tell her.

We learned about Indian Summer, I said.

My mother paused and looked over at me. Its not Indian Summer today.

I frowned. Its not?

Mom shook her head.

But our teacher said so.

Thats what the Weatherman said on television this morning, too. But its not Indian Summer, she replied.

How com e? I asked. Our teacher told us that its Indian Summer when we get a warm, sunny day after it freezes.

My mother shrugged. Seems like just another nice fall day to me, she said.

Then what makes it Indian Summer?

Mom paused to select another potato.

We have to get snow first before its Indian Summer, she explained.

Snow?

Even though it was already October, I didnt figure it would snow for a long time yet.

Does it have to snow a lot? I asked.

No. Just a little bit. Then after it melts, and if we have some nice, warm, sunny days, then

THATs Indian Summer, Mom said.

How come?

My mother sighed. Well, I dont know why, exactly. Except if its a warm fall day, how is that any different than any other warm fall day?

I thought about what shed said for a few moments.

But if we think its going to be winter, like when it snows, she continued, and then it turns warm and sunny again, then we think its more like Su mmer.

Her explanation made quite a bit of sense, but still, if my teacher AND the Weatherman said it was Indian Summer

Did you just make that up? I asked. About it not being Indian Summer until after it snows?

No, my mother said, I did not just make it up. Thats what MY mother and father always said.

My mother's parents, Nils and Inga, were immigrants from Norway who had died long before I was born.

Does Norway have Indian Summer, too? I asked.

My mother shook her head.

Why not?

No Indians, she replied.

We had learned in school that Native Americans were the first people who lived here. And if they were American, then of course they wouldnt live in Norway, too.

Did Grandma Inga and Grandpa Nils know any Indians? I asked.

No, Mom said, although there were still a few in this part of Wisconsin when my grandpa first came to live here. Or so Ive heard.

Did they call it Indian Summer? I asked.

Who? Mom inquired.

The Indians who were here when your grandpa was around, I said.

My mother shook her head as she finished peeling the last potato. I wouldnt have the foggiest notion, she replied.

Later that fall, it snowed a little bit. After the snow melted and the Weather turned warm again for a while, I could see what Mom meant about how if it snows, we think its going to be winter, but then if the Weather turns nice again, it seems more like Summer.

Nowadays I often hear Weather forecasters proclaiming that a sunny, warm, fall day is Indian Summer.

I know better, though.

If my grandparents and my mother believed that snow was a prerequisite for Indian Summer, well thats good enough for me.

About The Author

LeAnn R. Ralph is the author of the book, Christmas In Dairyland (True Stories From a Wisconsin Farm). Share the view from Rural Route 2 and celebrate Christmas during a simpler time. Free shipping on autographed copies. Read sample chapters and other Rural Route 2 stories http://ruralroute2.com

bigpines@ruralroute2.com

Author:: LeAnn R. Ralph
Keywords:: indian Summer,Weather,Seasons,Summer,Sunshine,Heat
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Dilemma Inherent Beauty in Literature

We have much literature out there that gives a record of our worlds spirit, the problems and the individuals that merge with the panorama of our sick societies. These writers of words I talk about, explore the syndrome and consequences of a wretched world, whatever remedy they come up with will not be good enough, perhaps they are more the cause than the cure, so it would seem; impulsive writers today, are no different than yesterday, as will be tomorrow. All they can do is apologize for their dangerous fragmented conflicting statements and actions. Sensualists, sensationalists, they dig deep for the breaking down of our language, in a world filled with narrations, it is not hard to do.

People, places and actions, footnotes and drugs, projections and the human conditions, they all continue unchanged. Perhaps we are being tickled too much.

Gossip, too many pronouns, we are all foreigners on this planet; weve come from someplace elsebelieve it or not. Yet, we awa it our fix, and forgo the actions needed to put things in orderall we got are flat statements of external events!

We have a civilization with angry eyes, living on the murky shore, condemned to exile on this earth, to dreams and ugly riots, and gutter criticism. We see in so many poemsthis kind of writing; the crippled art of modern poetry, ravaged scenes; oh, its perhaps all true, but must we relive it, can our stomachs hold it inhow long? It gives us dreary nights, lets find beauty in literature, and perhaps we will find beauty in life.

See Dennis' web site: dennissiluk.tripod.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Commentary on Literature
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Comic Book Industry Blunders

What has gone wrong within the industry and can it be fixed? The rape and pillage, in the eyes of some, may have left the comic book industry gasping for life support. It seems that for an industry that has seen so much success, the history of comic books, has apparently been confounded by seemingly dumb mistakes.

The first could have very well been the coining of the name comic books. The earliest versions of the so-called half-tab (for half tabloid) reprints of the Sunday funnies (the comics) became known as comic books. This led to the thinking in general, that comic books contained comic or funny material, which we all know, is a far stretch from reality. Comic books can be very somber, dark or adventurous magazines. It has often been suggested that there should be another term coined to better describe this literary package we all know as comic books. To date, no other user-friend term has been suggested for use in the comic book industry.

A secon d misdirection came when magazine prices started to rise. Instead of increasing comic book prices, like other successful magazines did, the comic book industry decided to cut pages to keep the then current price tag of 10 cents. This brought on the impression that comic books were cheap by definition, and neglected the fact that a dime was a lot of money at one time (steak & eggs cost 35 cents). This presented the image that comic books were just for kids. It also made the product increasingly less viable for retail merchants to stock. Why take up the same shelf space, when a higher priced magazine would do more nicely. Again the perceived value of the comic book was loosing credibility.

Then as the 1950s rolled around, an individual by the name of Dr. Frederick Wertham, published a book entitled Seduction of the Innocents. Through the use of unscientific research and assumptions, he stated that all the nation's ills were directly related to kids reading comic books (ah hmm, what?). Central to his thesis, was the misassumption that comic books were strictly for kids. The more adult material, it was irrationally assumed, was aimed at our sweet, nave innocent children. Yes, we do have to protect our children, but it still bothers me to no end, that certain self-righteous individuals believe their lot in life is to make the rest of the planet adhere to their own personal beliefs. If this were the case, then our great country would have never been founded.

With this wildly irrational attack on the comic book industry and many congressional leaders jumping on the bandwagon, comic books were gaining a bad reputation. The comic book industry publishers at this point, could have banded together and declared that comic books, like movies, were not just for kids. It should have been stated that the wide range of comic book genres represented was target to as wide a range of readers. All but one of the publishers (William G aines, publisher of EC Comics) buckled under to this Congressional Investigation and the Comic Code Authority was created. This governed the content of comic books and ensured that for the next 15 years or so, the literary content would not rise much above that of pablum for the mind. Therefore another slide into incredibility for the comic book industry took place.

Can the comic book industry be saved? Very possibly, but when the individuals in charge of the saving are as eager as ever to make the same mistakes all over again, what will the outcome be? They don't even appear to be cleaver enough to make new mistakes.

Dave Gieber, a former rocket engineer, has decided to take up residency on the Internet. He is the owner and editor of several websites, one of which was built around one of his childhood passions; http://www.comic-book-collection-made-easy.com . You can visit here to keep up to date on the world of comic books and comic book collecting. Fee l free to sign up for my comic book ezine.

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Wheelbarrow Johnny

Nineteen-year-old John joined a wagon train leaving South Bend, Indiana, and came west to search for gold. Instead of seeking gold, however, he ended up making wheelbarrows.

When young John arrived at Old Dry Diggings (now Placerville), it was the last day of August 1853.

Placerville, at the time, was one of the more important towns in California, and was bidding to be the states capital. Others in the competition were Sacramento, San Francisco, and Chinese Camp.

Placerville was well known throughout the nation during the gold rush, and was far ahead of other towns such as Poker Flat, Red Dog, You Bet, Whiskey Town, Petticoat Slide, Rough and Ready, Skunk Gulch, and Angels Camp.

For one thing, Placerville was strategically located on the main transcontinental trail. John arrived in Placerville driving a wagon he had built in his fathers wagon shop back home in South Bend, Indiana.

His bankroll consisted of a pitiful fifty cents. He had lost his original bankroll of $68 to a card shark during a stopover in Council Bluffs, Iowa.

As the wagon train arrived at Placerville, local citizens quickly gathered around. One man yelled repeatedly, Is there a wagon maker among you?

Several men in the wagon train pointed to young Studebaker and the wagon he had built for the trip west.

My name is H.L. Hinds, the man said. Im the blacksmith and I have a good job for a man who wants work. Want the job? he asked John.

Young John hesitated. I came to California to dig gold, he said. Hinds walked away.

It was then a man who had heard the conversation said to John. I dont know you from Adam, but I cant help giving you a piece of advice. Take that job and take it quick. Youll have plenty of time to look for gold. There are hundreds of disappointed gold seekers for every one who strikes pay dirt. They havent a penny. Some of them are hungry. Youre lucky to be offered a job five minutes after you get here. Grab it, boy.

To John, the directness of the advice was compelling. He hurried after the disappearing Hinds and told him he had reconsidered and would like the job after all.

The work at the blacksmith shop consisted of repairing miners picks and pans as well as considerable stagecoach repairing. The big demand, however, was for wheelbarrows.

Can you make a wheelbarrow, Hinds asked.

I sure can, replied John. That is---I can try.

Johns first wheelbarrow was a dismal failure. It was rickety, clumsy, and made of green pitch pine. It had taken him two days to build it. When he had finished, his employer laughed, and said, Thats a hell of a wheelbarrow. Try again.

Johns second attempt produced a much better product. By the time he had produced a third one, he had found the knack of producing a sturdy and rugged wheelbarrow. He soon was given the name, Wheelbarrow Johnny.

By 1855, John sold his wheelbarrows for $10 each and had saved $3,000. To fulfill his original desire to be a gold miner, he staked a claim.

It was not profitable, but he was able to glean a few pieces of gold to show his family in Indiana. By continuing to work at making wheelbarrows, by the fall of 1857 Johns savings had increased to $7,000.

John then received a letter from his 26-year-old brother Clem, who was making wagons with his brother Henry in South Bend. Clem wrote Johnny, saying their company could only turn out a dozen wagons a year because the brothers had to do all the work themselves. Neither could they buy supplies in large lots because of a lack of money.

Clem told John that while they were doing all right, they could do so much more if they had the capital. Instead of only building a dozen wagons a year, Clem envisioned building 100 or even 200 wagons each year.

A sound thinker, John knew that South Bend was the perfect town in which to build wagons. The young wheelbarrow maker made a decision. He would work right there in Hangtown until the next spring, saving all the money he could.

He would then be able to return to South Bend with $8,000 in his pocket. This he would put into H. & C. Studebaker. During a stopover in New York on his way back to South Bend, young John Studebaker saw carriages in Central Park. He made a mental note that while the West would need heavy-duty wagons, light buggies might also be needed in Council Bluffs, Sioux City, Denver, or Sacramento.

In 1868, the Studebaker Brothers Manufacturing Company was organized, and by 1875, it was the largest wagon builder in the world, with over $1,000,000 in sales.

The Studebaker Corporation produced an electric horseless carriage in 1902, followed by the manufacture of a gasoline-powered automobile in 1904. At the head of the corporation was J.M Studebaker, formerly known as Wheelbarrow Johnny.

Alton Pryor has been a writer for magazines, newspapers, a nd wire services. He worked for United Press International in their Sacramento Bureau, handling both printed press as well as radio news. He traveled the state as a field editor for California Farmer Magazine for 27 years. He is now the author of 10 books, primarily on California and western history. His books can be seen at http://www.stagecoachPublishing.com. Readers can Email him at stagecoach@surewest.net.)

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An Affair in Beijing Chapter Twelve: Messages from Stockbridge

I resume, Sandys point of view it should be said that, her letters and gifts, phone calls, all were fresh air for me, and she was kind of in a love spell, or so it seemed at the time: all these forms of communicational procedures to get messages to me was appreciated by me; and looked closely by my mother: not sure what was going on with a woman who had just met me, god forbid, should we marry, surely after a recent divorce, I suppose she was worried about me getting hurt again, and we were about to start a move to another house in several months, hence, she was unaccustomed to change, she had lived on Lexington Ave for fifteen and a half year. It was a big decision for her to agree to move into my triplex.

While I had this two and a half month separation, I had time to think about her personal qualities, to look at them, they were in a way extraordinary, as lovers we sure were in that category (or had been), yet I knew she had failures, and that would either break or make the our longer term, involvement pertaining to this relationship.

What beautiful gifts youve sent me, I told Sandy over the phone on Christmas Day; She wouldnt let it alone, she wanted me to express my appreciation or every item she sent, perhaps fifteen little ones.

When are you come up here? she asked with exhilaration

Any week now, or month should I say; I expect the first week of February. (There was some holiday coming up, and that would give me a four-day weekend, and perhaps I could add a day of vacation into that I figured, extending my time.

Im going to give you a tour of the city when you come, and every one at the Red Lion Inn, want to see you, she commented.

In comparison to our Beijing Affair, she seemed faintly gross, faintly ill-bred over the phone; during many conversations, memorable things would come up of our trip in China, she lit up the phone with these moments; but nonetheless, there was something unusual about her expression, an over bearing perhaps, an obvious defense.

Sandy was a romantic and her life, career and youth had not provided many satisfactory opportunities on that score. And her teaching career would not tolerate any such spurious excitations, or ones against the rules of a well reserved community, if available at all, such behavior would have to take place unnoticed. Hence, she was in fact starving for appreciation.

She was now free to have lovers, the real thing was available, she even told me young men were chasing her at the pool hall, a bar nearby, and although not interested, she liked the attention (so she said); I was not that foolish to believe she did not savor the moment she could test her powers out beyond me.

She explained all this one-day in January on the phone to me, as we got closer to my plans to go see her. Of which many of her expressions she possessed, one saying, I fell for you the first time I saw you, I pretended not to have heard, the compliant, it was to me purely informal.

The last day in January 1997, I had bought the ticket to New York City, and made reservations at an old Inn, in Nantucket. I was almost on my way.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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Symbolism in the Book of Revelation (Part II)

Note: If you have not seen the first part of this Article, you might want to, it is called, Satans Trinity taken from the book by Dennis L. Siluk, The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon. Also you many want to see part III, Time Zones in Revelation.

A)The Seven Seals (The first four seals bring out the four horsemen)

1. White Horse (Deceit, or deception)

2. Red Horse (war)

3. Black Horse Famine)

4. Pale Horse (Pestilence)

The Birth Pains (as described in the Book of Revelation):

Pestilence

During the time of the Great Tribulation: Martyrs, persecution

During the time of the Great Tribulation: earthly destruction

The Seventh and last Seal comes from the Seven Trumpets

The Seven Trumpets (As described in the Book of Revelation):

Ha il and fire mixed with blood (showers the earth)

Burning mountain cast into sea

A Great Burning Star falls upon the rivers

The Three Woes (As described in the Book of Revelation):

Sun, moon, stars darkened

Destruction, war (Woe #1/also part of the Red Horse)

Assembly for Armageddon (Part of Woe #2/again the Red Horse)

The Seventh Trumpet and the Third Woe brings forth Christs return, and the beginning of the first of seven last plagues, called The Seven Bowls or Vials.

Note: it would almost seem during this time, nuclear war takes place, the earth rotates off its axis, and perhaps some kind of bombardment, all perchance relating to the earths balance, or the earth not being able to endure wounds mankind will inflict upon it. Whatever the case, we are in for a rough ride, and I think we are seeing some of this right today; progressively getting worse, and we are in the countdown at present.

The Seven Bowls (As described in the Book of Revelation):

This is what will happen to earths inhabitants, and earth itself, during this period in time:

Ugly and painful scores

Sea becomes Blood

Fresh Water becomes blood (deadly)

Sun and Heat scorch mankind (the ozone is going is it not?)

Darkness Befalls the Earth

(it is not hard to foresee the earth being blackened out; there are number of ways this can happen; in particular, volcanic dust, or a worldwide nuclear war, or a cosmic tragedyin the makings for earth bound)

The River Euphrates dries up

The Seventh and last Bowl, the Battle of Armageddon and the fall of the Harlot, Babylon.

(Iraq has fallen, if indeed that is what Revelation is pointing at. The symbol for Babylon has been linked to even the United States also, but I have no reason to believe that is what the writer of Revelation meant, he didnt even know the country existed. Thus, the fall of Babylon is exactly as it says, a symbol to let people know, time is short. One must remember the Book of Revelation, is likened to a living prophet, thus, it is to Warn, people of an impending disaster, this is what is happening now: you are being warned.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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Leith and the Holy Grail

Surely a port on the east coast of Scotland couldnt have a link with the Cup of Christor could it?

The next time you are in Henderson Street have a look at the Leith Coat of Arms on the side of the Church Halls for South Leith Church. It was originally on the Leith Gas Works, which was in Baltic Street. Around the shield is Indian maize, in agriculture, cereal plant of the tribe Maydeae of the grass family Gramineae, originating in the Americas, and is edible grain.

According to most histories Columbus introduced Maize into Europe after 1492. So why does it appear on the Coat of Arms of Leith? And why does the same plant appear at Roslin Chapel? Have a look at a different style of the Leith Coat Arms. Over the Virgin Mary and child is what looks like four windows. However, look at the picture taken on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. Suppose they are not windows but arched doorways as shown in the photograph. The Knight Templars built these in the 12th century. N ext Question is why is there a St Clair Street, St Clair Avenue, and St Clair Place in Leith? What is the connection between Leith and the St Clair Family of Roslin?

The family originated in Normandy and under David I acquired Roslin. The St Clairs of Roslin from the time of James II till they resigned the Office in the 18th century were the Grand Masters of Masonry in Scotland. In fact at Roslin Chapel there are at least 22 special Masons marks visible on the fabric of the Chapel.

It was Sir William St Clair who along with the logans of Leith and Restalrig, accompanied Sir James Douglas in the mission to take the heart of Robert the Bruce to Jerusalem and with whom he perished in battle with the Saracens at Theba in Spain in 1331. Haco, King of Norway in 1379, created Sir Williams Grandson Prince Henry St Clair of Roslin Earl of Orkney a title confirmed by Robert II. He is according to legend credited with the discovery of America a century before Columbus-it ma y be more than a legend: how would you account for the sculptured maize at Roslin Chapel founded in 1446 almost 50 years before Columbus.

It is also interesting to note that a Charter of Bishop Mudy of Caithness to the Preceptory of St Anthony at Leith would only have proceeded on the say so of the Earls of St Clair as they held Caithness as a part of Orkney. Also Gibert Mudy, who is mentioned in the Charter and brother of the Bishop of Caithness, only held the Castles of Scrabster at Thurso and Skibo at Dornoch under the feudal rights of the Earls of Roslin. So why donate a chapel to St Magdalene at Leith outside his sphere of influence when he could set it up at Elgin Cathedral. Which is a lot closer. This in turn, raises the question of why there is a Magdalen Chapel in the Cowgate, and a Magdalen Bridge near musselburgh . Why was St Magdalen so important within the local area?

It is said that the coat of arms of Leith is the Virgin Mary and the infant Jesus a s St Mary was the patron saint of seamen, which she is not. The patron saint of seamen was St Nicholas and there was a chapel and mediaeval hospice in north Leith, which lead to the foundation of Trinity House in the Kirkgate,

Let us speculate. Suppose for arguments sake. Mary Magdalene was the wife of Jesus and she was expecting child. I dont think she would sit around waiting for the knock on the door. After all she had seen her husband executed. So according to legend she fled to what was to become France with Joseph of Arimathea. The Grail wasnt a cup but was the unborn child or Sangraal- Blood Royal. So the Leith Coat of Arms doesnt in fact show the Virgin marry and Child but St Mary Magdalene and the Child of Jesus. This is confirmed from the earliest of Leiths Coat of Arms, which shows a one masted ship common in the Mediterranean during the Ist century AD. It represents St Magdalene leaving the Holy Land by boat with the son of Jesus, and this is in line with m any legends of the Mediaeval period which were later elaborated on to give us the Grail legends.

Eventually that child would marry into the ruling house of France and his descendants would influence the history of France and Europe. This in turn influenced the formation of the Knight Templars and when the French Templars fled to Scotland the secret was brought with them to Roslin. And Leith was dedicated to St Mary Magdalene, not St Mary, as Leith became the Principal Templar Port in Scotland. It was for this reason that Mary of Guise and the French held Leith in 1560 because of its connection to the Templars St Magdalene gave (in her eyes a divine right to rule in Scotland) That is why she died in Edinburgh when she realised she couldnt win. She just gave up.

John Arthur is marrried with two sons and is a genealogist and Local Historian having websites at http://www.lineages.co.uk,http://www.leithhistory.co.uk and http://persevere.lineages.co.uk.

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About Ming and other Dynasties

You're with a group of friends. Someone starts into a conversation about sports dynasties and inevitably, New York Yankees are automatically a part and parcel of the very first line. The topic switches to famous coaches and Vince Lombardi pops up on everyones list.

Doesnt matter if its the Ming Dynasty of ancient China or a sports dynasty of modern America, a true dynasty dominates. It completely obliterates. It takes unwavering control, choking the life out of all who challenge it for superiority.

If youre willing to look at it that way, then nothing and nobody can compare with the amazing John Wooden orchestrated dominance the UCLA Bruins held over all comers during a string of 10 NCAA basketball seasons.

As for the Yankees, its one thing to say things like, Theyll always be there or They always seem to find a way doesnt stack up. The Yanks had to find a way to rule over an eight team league for a pennant or the best another eight had to offer for a ser ies title.

The Bruins started evey season knowing somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 teams were looking to gun them down. Over a dozen years from 1964 to 1975, the Bruin Era, only Texas Western near the beginning and N.C. State during the decline, ever managed to pull it off. For an amazing run from 67 to 73 UCLA was unstoppable. For those seven years it was about more than just winning the Final Four. It was full season records, dominating the regionals, and rolling right over the unfortunate championship game opposition. No matter who that might have been. The Bruins were merciless.

The John Wooden coached team numbers over those 12 years defy criticism. Only five losses over the course of their seven year championship reign. Four undefeated seasons of 30 and 0 basketball. An 88 game winning streak involving four seasons. 38 straight NCAA tournament victories. And, for seven straight championship finals, not even allowing the opponent a sniff of victory.

< p>Theres about as much chance of these records being toppled as another Ming in China.

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Johannes' Strange Acquaintance

[Moiromma; part I

I think I will be dead next week if the nurse is correct on her examination. That said it brings to light a man I met once at a joint called, The Due Drop Inn, a harmless dive full of harmless people, madly packed with drunks. The owner lived above the bar, had quite the library for a barkeep. Thus, that was all he ever wanted out of life was to drink and read, and that is why he owned a bar I suppose, and lived above it; he had all his books, on top of books, and all the beer and whiskey he could drink. One might even conclude: what more could he ask for in life but his main two dishes of desires; his passions. Anything other than that, it would seem he hid from, sorry to say, it is the gospel truth. He thought all other things were a squandering of time. Perhaps, because of this, he had very few friends, if you know what I mean: yes, yes, drinking buddies of course, but not real honest to goodness, down right friends.

Every time he opened his mouth, closed his eyes, concentrated, putting both his hands tightly against his head, and then moving them down to his heart, he could hear things and see things way beyond the normal. But what I remember most, now that Im dying here in the hospital is for some odd reason, he never smiled, a most trivial observation I assure you, but when a man is dying, and this comes to mind, it is worth an once of thought; is it not?

(Remember the nurse ((the nurse being: Ellyn)); shes at Johannes side now.)

Do you want me to see if I can find this person for you? (Johannes being a talker of sorts, loving the art, got to know the nurses quite well).

Yes, yes, I told Ellyn that would work quite well. Now that I think about it, and shes thinking there was something peculiar about him. She is ready to start her search.

(Two days later.)

(Ellyn) Johannes, I went looking for your mysterious person, and guess what?

What, I said, not expecting anything of value to appear.

I even went to the bar, you mentioned, and guess whatI found him!

At the bar? I asked, thinking, she looked cute with her little beady eyes, and well lets leave that alone. As I was about to say, I asked Ellyn if shed ask him to come and see me tomorrow, if I lived to see tomorrow that is. For the life of me I couldnt remember his name, but Ellyn knew, as I searched high and low for it she said, Amaru, now who could remember that I told myself, so I didnt feel so bad after she muttered it out.

Ay yes, that was his name, I said with delight, to Ellyn.

Johannes, she said in a voice that said she had pulled the rabbit out of the hat, Believe it or not, he just happens to be in this very hospital, actually in critical care like you, next door. To my astonishing glimpse at her, my eyes opened up as wide as owls.

Next door, I spited out, stuttering even.

Yes, yes, yes she said as if she was Sherlock Holms.

Take me to him, I asked Ellyn, and there within the moment we found ourselves peeking around the door of his room, into his room.

(Whispered Ellyn.) The old man wants to die.

Said I, He doesnt look frustrated, does he?

He was now speaking in a low tone a foreign language, one Ive never heard and being a well seasoned traveler you pick up on such things. What he was saying was: the Moiromma tongue.

Johannes, come over here! he said in a semi-loud rustic dying voice. I was astounded he remembered me, a memory like an elephant.

You are a stranger friend, he commented, Come with me, be a Moirommalite. He than grabbed my hand, as if I was shackled to him, his blood being socked into my skin, and when I woke up, I was on Moiromma. He could not tell me what exactly took place, how Ellyn was feeling, but did say, As we both died there on the spot, she looked in wonderment, as our souls vanished in her sight hand to hand, on our way to Moiromma.

[Part II M oiromma: lazrak

Author Dennis Siluk, web stie http://dennissiluk.tripod.com

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Paper Items: Party Necessities Dont Have to be Boring!

Whether you are having a theme Party for a Birthday, a wedding Party, wedding shower, baby shower, a family picnic, holiday celebration, or other get together, you will most likely need Paper items such as Decorations, Games, puzzles, napkins, plates, cups, Party hats, Favors, and such a wide variety of Paper items they are too numerous to mention. Paper items do not have to be boring. They can be based on a theme, they can be plain, or fancy, colorful, or classic white, bu t every Party needs Paper items.

Paper items can be ordered online, found in Party supply or department stores, but dont overlook other places as well. Creative use of butcher Paper, plain brown Paper bag type Paper, and old dot matrix printer Paper, can all be put to great use, and can be found very inexpensively at craft stores, supermarkets, butcher shops, etc. Consider a brown Paper bag Party in the park. Use brown Paper bags as Invitations, by carefully cutting lunch size brown Paper bags from the supermarket, you can print the invitation on the Paper from the top of the bag, tape or glue the bottom into an envelope, address and send or hand deliver Invitations to your Plain, Old-Fashioned, Good-Time Birthday Party! Have individual refreshment bags personalized for each guest, and include a plain, brown napkin as well. Have goodie bags made ahead of time, so game winners can grab a bag. If this is a boy/girl Party, be sure to have generic bags, or make gender specific bags, and let the boys choose from the boys section, and the girls choose from the girls section.

Another unique use of Paper products is to create an artistic corner for Children to play in, when they are out of elimination Games. By covering the walls in butcher Paper as high as the tallest child can reach, you provide an activity to keep the Children who are eliminated from group Games, entertained. Just use washable markers, or home made washable finger paints. You can even have large grocery bags with arm and neck holes cut in them for the Children to wear, so they dont mess up their clothing when they are eating or creating works of art.

Old Boxes of dot matrix printer Paper can be made into great banners. Butcher Paper can be made into table cloths that Children can draw, or finger paint on when they are finished eating too! It may be Paper, but it does not have to be boring!

Mrs. Party... Gail Leino is the internet's leading authority on selecting the best possible Party Supplies (http://PartySupplieshut.com), using proper etiquette, and living a healthy life while also teaching organizational skills and fun facts. The Party Supplies Hut has lots of Party ideas with hundreds of free coloring sheets, printable Games, and free Birthday Party activities. Over 100 adorable Party Themes (PartyThemeShop.com) to fit your Birthday celebration, holiday event, or j ust because parties is at the Party Theme Shop. Party Themes include cartoon characters, sports, movie, TV shows, luau, western, holidays, and unique crazy fun theme ideas.

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