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July 18, 2001 | Issue 37•24

The World's Most Famous Bald Eagle

On televised newscasts and on his Web site, Colbert said he has been disappointed by Stephen Jr.'s excursions to Canada. When Stephen Jr. first crossed into Canadian airspace in August 2006, Colbert noted Junior was feasting on fresh Canadian salmon, looking for Vietnam draft dodgers and stopping terrorist pigeons from crossing the border.

On his Web site, Colbert offers factoids about Stephen Jr., including, "He could take your arm off. Hates pelicans, just like his Dad."

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2008568404_colberteagle29m.html

Bon Iver

NPR is giving him best song of the year.

That's-a-good-one:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98637616

At first my expectations dropped, then I started to love it about half way.
High then low expectations may just be the secret to joy.

Another MPKism

"Never trust a bar that opens at 10:30 in the morning, unless, of course, it's 10:30 in the morning."

Why?

"Because people that use PCs have jobs."
- Mathew Phillip King

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Wow

I don't know what else to say. Wow.

http://www.whitehouse.gov/barney/barneycam2008.wm.v.html

Hot Pants for Harvey

Come Fools Come all

All right my loris faced friends, it's time to get serious about gathering in February 2009. Ty has mentioned the weekend of 2/6/09 through 2/9/09. No one has said these dates don't work, so I'm going ahead. I'm getting my plane ticket this weekend. Matt just gave me a maybe. Jim said he'd come, but we all know that's BS, so AJ and I are going to hog tie him and send him in a box. So we have Ty, Tim, Ry, AJ, and Jim.

Dan, Chris, and Vinny we need you guys to get on this gravy train to celebrate the birth of TY, Chris, and Tim's engagement.

Joy

Over the past weeks, I have had a peace, a happiness.
Leaping through the night streets like a cracked out ninja swinging my wooden stick, laughing, smiling, dancing, and relaxing.
It comes
not as an arduous trek across a desert,
not as the slow epiphany of a sunrise,
not through her hand on my back,
not from the depths of a dark booze filled well,

not during in a moment of clarity with blood on my lip,
not through a canvass that fills me with pride,
not through work,
but like that beautiful girl, the tease, who enflames my chest and loins, and fills me with hope, but never
promises consistency, dependency, or duration.