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Saturday, February 18, 2006

One in Five Women Has Elevated Mercury Levels

A study of hair samples from more than 6500 people found that one in five women of childbearing age has mercury levels above the Environmental Protection Agency's recommended limit. Mercury contamination is particularly harmful for women who could become pregnant and very young children, as early exposure to mercury can cause health problems including neurological damage.

The study was conducted by the Environmental Quality Institute (EQI) at the University of North Carolina-Asheville, in cooperation with Greenpeace and the Sierra Club. The report's co-author, Dr. Steve Patch, pointed to fish consumption as the single greatest factor in elevated mercury levels. Fish absorb mercury pollution from bodies of water contaminated in large part by coal burning power plants. Greenpeace responded to the results by calling for tougher anti-pollution laws, and also offers the hair test used in the study for use by individuals in ascertaining their own levels of mercury.

LEARN MORE http://www.greenpeace.org/usa/

Rob's Amazing Poem Generator

Mother Damnable at yourselves Cry on
to talk about it once again,
On the green emeralds do you
want to
Fly on to the importance of today, has been here.
Tracer lighting up and cry on my own virtual pet!
Links to decry the big drums,
and will be a wild strawberry of a
final breath.
Do show.
The truth gently ebb and they would tell which red
dot is Sick .and follow each thought through many of
Solomon 2:
Thursday, February 11,
December 25 January 01 January 29
February 12 html posted by Mother Damnable so fly on my bills.
I think it tapered out a bit towards the end, interesting none the less. Generated from Rob's Amazing Poem Generator here: http://cmdrtaco.net/poemgen.cgi

Thursday, February 16, 2006

I Still Love To Fly In Cyber Space

I love to fly in cyber space, to gently ebb and flow
A thought will catch me unawares, to seek I must go
I’ll googley gladly search that thought
Ramp around a while,
And follow each thought through and through
Laterally, literally, up, down, converse and convex!
To share, to greet, to love and laugh, to bless and hex
E-mail then, as quick as that, you from truly me.
Or group mail, messages, this you need to see!
A little more of truth escapes, freeing up our space
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.
The number crunchers make some sense
It’s adding up to one, no three, no binary!
I’ll leave this port through google still
Thirty seconds ‘til crash and burn, I will
I will, click, double click, close. Yip! Yip!
That Wombat in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!
I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
For peace of mind, to Forest House I’ll gladly go
Code Red through cyber space, your beacon I can see!
So fly on down for Gingerbread and hot, strong green tea.
Our wicked jokes, we’ll share and tell, more friends arrive,
Old and new, the truth gently spreads, we breathe freely
To poetry we’ll gladly turn, recite the works of then.
Our favourite Lady ever of all The Lady Emily Dickinson.
We learn, and love and sigh again, knowledge from the past!
Yet more of truth escapes, and freedom gives us grace
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.
The number crunchers laugh with glee
It’s adding up! Tied by number three!
We laugh right back, and munch our snack‘
Twas ever so, you’ll never know, Code Red
And those Forest ladies delicious Gingerbread!
That Copper Witch in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!
I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
My Ladies of the Bluebell wood, gentleness doth grow
The blue of sea and long lost lakes, the blue of skies
Of ice and chill and cold, deepest sparkling blue
Thus cyber bonds are forged both strong and true
The Cyber Fey they throw a line, with aim both good
And true, they guide and help through unknown wood
Their wands sprinkle fairy dust sparkling with rainbow hue
We shoulder hold the line with honour code of blue.
Until at last the clear is found, the truth grows awhile in space
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.
The number crunchers get a thought
Time by comments, factor nought
That must be it it’s adding up!
It always will
Quoth we, its lavender and bluebells still
By Granny Ann and Lavender Pavlova,
That Captain in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!
I love to fly in cyber space. To gently ebb and flow
Where fields of green and plains with wildflowers grow
The sun is up and will shine, lending you his strength
Blessing Mother Earth, the days begin to grow in length
The Ladies of the Hedgerow do blossom and grow,
Tiny sprouting leaves of green, emeralds do show.
The green of bronze with verdigris, green of grass
Giant trolls, they call us yet, and gladly tell which pass
We dance our way; dance with shade, light and truth,
At cards we play, Two of Queens, three Jacks and Ace
Spider bots weave webs of delicate white Belgian lace.
The number crunchers crunch on yet
Time by comments I’ll place a bet!
Ah yes we cry and quizzed by three
You have us there, we laugh, but you see
Number three and all the rest still add to infinity
That Geezer in space gave me a wrap
Sent to e-mail Three, Alpha, Snap!
Picture by Susan Seddon Boulet

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Take a look at yourselves


Look at you all!

It's lovely to see you, I'd love to know which red dot is who.

Thank you for flying by.

(Larger map at the bottom of the sidebar)

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


I have seen peace. I have seen pain,
Resting on the shoulders of your name.
Do you see the truth through all their lies?
Do you see the world through troubled eyes?
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a lover's final breath.
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?
And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.
You're a friend.
You and I have lived through many things.
I'll hold on to your heart.
I wouldn't cry for anything,
But don't go tearing your life apart.
I have seen fear. I have seen faith.
Seen the look of anger on your face.
And if you want to talk about what will be,
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
Lyrics James Blunt
Picture Mother Damnable

Happy Valentines Day

Please accept my love and best wishes

Rainbow Prophecy


"When the earth is dying there shall arise a new tribe of all colours and all creeds. This tribe shall be called The Warriors of the Rainbow and it will put its faith in actions not words."


"There will come a time when the earth is sick and the animals and plants begin to die. Then the Indians will regain their spirit and gather people of all nations, colors and beliefs to join together in the fight to save the Earth: The Rainbow Warriors."


Last century an old wise woman of the Cree Indian nation, named "Eyes of Fire", had a vision of the future. She prophesied that one day, because of the white mans' or Yo-ne-gis' greed, there would come a time, when the earth being ravaged and polluted, the forests being destroyed, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, the fish being poisoned in the streams, and the trees would no longer be, mankind as we would know it would all but cease to exist.

There would come a time when the "keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs" would be needed to restore us to health, making the earth green again. They would be mankind's key to survival, they were the "Warriors of the Rainbow".

There would come a day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New World of Justice, Peace, Freedom and recognition of the Great Spirit. The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Earth or "Elohi". They would teach them how to live the "Way of the Great Spirit". They would tell them of how the world today has turned away from the Great Spirit and that is why our Earth is "Sick".

Repost from here:

No Bravery

Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families' turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel to accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Says, he has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Lyrics by James Blunt

Monday, February 13, 2006

Sacred Run

Let me introduce myself... I’m Roger Straw, websteward for sacredrun.org, a 57 year-old whitish member of the genocided unknowns, what I call the Ghost People. There are so many of us whose American Indian family ancestry is now only the story of an aged aunt or uncle. We remember but cannot document our native ancestors. In my case, a great-great (and maybe another great) grandfather was an Indiana man whose family covered up his heritage, who was perhaps not proud, or at least, who feared for his safety and the safety of his mixed-blood family. There was genocide, and then there was this quiet disappearance. So, I am Roger Foot, as my friend Wounded Knee Norman Deocampo calls me. I might prefer to be White Pelican. I think it may be a part of my spiritual journey on this Sacred Run to discover just who I am as a white descendant of a Native American man. I hope Dennis gives me an Indian name. And I’m waiting to be invited to my first sweat.

You should take a look at this morning’s Vallejo Times-Herald (Vallejo, CA). Columnist Richard Freedman interviewed Dennis Banks on the day before the start of Sacred Run 2006. (http://www.timesheraldonline.com/sundayoutlook/ci_3502363). The Times-Herald editors must have been having fun, because the big headline at the top of the Sunday Outlook section is “Banks still an Indian icon” - and they placed this story directly above a story about C.C. Sabathia, the famed Vallejo baseball pitcher, who plays for the Racist-logo Cleveland baseball team. Freedman gives Dennis plenty of space to decry the racism in Indian sports mascots. Looks like he didn’t venture to press Sabathia on the matter. But anyone who reads both articles can’t help but compare Sabathia to the guy in Dennis’ story: “We started fighting mascots in 1969,” Banks said, failing to convince a Native American who played Chief Wahoo that it was demeaning. I said, ‘Why do you do that?’ and he says, ‘They pay my bills. When you guys protesting want to pay my bills, OK, I’ll stop doing it.’ I thought, ‘That’s wrong.’”

The Benefit Concert in San Francisco was great hit. (Friday, February 10, 2006) The artists were outstanding, and it was an incredible high for us to be on the same floor, up close and personal with good-hearted activist/actor Peter Coyote, Jefferson Airplane keyboards/bass guitarist Pete Sears, Floyd Red Crow Westerman, Robby Romero, Martha Redbone, Wavy Gravy and his Fish, ..and all the others. I haven’t heard how much money we raised for the run, but I’ll let you know when I hear. I do know that first reports were that we raised far too little, and contributions are still desperately needed. Don’t forget, gas will cost us $2.50/gallon this year! Yipes - please go to our donations page, http://www.redhotpromotions.com/id99.htm.

Alcatraz was amazing. (Saturday, Febraury 11, 2006) We gathered in the dark before sunrise in a great unclosed circle, with a door to the east, preparing for sun with drums and chanting. Seagulls joined in the celebration, circling in the pre-dawn light, crying out what I felt to be a happy sound: air-dancing to the sounds of native people as in days of long ago. But of course I project my own feelings onto these creatures of grace. Only the Great Spirit in them leads them in any and every moment, to do as they do. We humans are too often other-led. But not that morning, February 11, 2006, gathered on Alcatraz. On that morning, as for all time, Alcatraz was much more than an island. As Dennis said, “Alcatraz serves as a reminder to us to stand tall, to stand up, to spark new ideas and pride and energy for Indian people.”

I remember the pungent air, the smokey smudging of sage, the big drums, the voices of so many singers rising and falling, and most especially the presence of our Honored Elders, Nowa Cumig (In-the-Center, Dennis Banks) and Nee-gon-nway-wee-dung (Wind Before the Storm, Clyde Bellecourt). Dennis was soft-spoken and humble, yet profound - and funny - as usual. And Clyde was passionate in his story-telling and his appreciation for the progress we’ve made in these last 30 years. Acknowledging the importance of the struggles his generation went through, he cautioned us, “People think it’s all about Wounded Knee and shooting up and all that stuff. But they don’t see the progress we’ve made, and the beauty we have today in the big pow wows, and the ceremonies that have returned to our people.” He recalled for us the words of an elder in Oklahoma in 1972, who looked into the future and declared “During the 5th generation, the drum will be heard again, and the fires would burn again.” Clyde and his brothers and sisters are that 5th generation, and those drums and fires have been reborn to us. Clyde encouraged those of us in the 6th generation to “reclaim the Indian way of life, the sundance, the drums, the songs, the ceremonies, the healing ways of giving up alcohol and drugs,” and to look to the little ones of today, the 7th generation for “great leaders, doctors and scientists.”

At the end of the ceremonies, Dennis lined up all the runners and walkers, and Clyde blessed us with more sage, and we were presented with medicine pouches. Then the ferry took us back to San Francisco, and we motored to DQ University in Davis, CA. Another ceremony there sent us on our way, and the run began. More tomorrow (IF I can access the internet for upload)...

Sunday, February 12, 2006

From Paradise Regained

….The childhood shows the man.
As morning shows the day.
Be famous then By wisdom:
As thy empire must extend,
So let extend thy mind o’er all the world
ByJohn Milton
Picture: Geronimo

Climate 'warmest for millennium'

In the late 20th Century, the northern hemisphere experienced its most widespread warmth for 1,200 years, according to the journal Science.

The findings support evidence pointing to unprecedented recent warming of the climate linked to greenhouse emissions.

University of East Anglia researchers measured changes in fossil shells, tree rings, ice cores and other past temperature records or "proxies".

They also looked at people's diaries from the last 750 years.
Timothy Osborn and Keith Briffa of UEA analysed instrument measurements of temperature from 1856 onwards to establish the geographic extent of recent warming.

Then they compared this data with evidence dating back as far as AD 800.
The analysis confirmed periods of significant warmth in the Northern Hemisphere from AD 890 - 1170 (the so-called "Medieval Warm Period") and for much colder periods from 1580 - 1850 (the "Little Ice Age").

Natural records

The UEA team showed that the present warm period is the most widespread temperature anomaly of any kind since the ninth century.

"The last 100 years is more striking than either [the Medieval Warm Period or Little Ice Age]. It is a period of widespread warmth affecting nearly all the records that we analysed from the same time," co-author Timothy Osborn told the BBC.

Osborn and Briffa used 14 sets of temperature records from different locations across the Northern Hemisphere.

The records included long life evergreen trees growing in Scandinavia, Siberia and the Rockies which had been cored to reveal the patterns of wide and narrow tree rings over time. Wider rings related to warmer temperatures.

The chemical composition of ice from cores drilled in the Greenland ice sheets revealed which years were warmer than others.

Dear diary

The researchers used proxy data developed from the diaries of people living in the Netherlands and Belgium during the past 750 years that revealed, for example, the years when the canals froze.

"These records extend over many centuries and even thousands of years. We simply counted how many of those records indicated that, in any one year, temperatures were warmer than average for the region they came from," said Dr Osborn.

Professor John Waterhouse, director of the Environmental Sciences Research Centre Anglia Ruskin University in Cambridge commented: "Although we're getting increasingly accurate measurements of present-day temperature, we've got nothing like that from the past to compare those with.

"There's much uncertainty in past reconstructions. You've got to look at the reconstructed data in the past in light of the likely errors that those data have."

But he added: "As we get more and more evidence in, it is looking as if the current period is the warmest for over 1,000 years."

In November, Science published a paper showing atmospheric levels of the greenhouse gases carbon dioxide and methane are higher now than at any time in the past 650,000 years.

By Paul Rincon BBC News science reporter