So. The world won't end this year: Someone saved some bears.

SOFIA, Bulgaria (AP) - After a lifetime of brutal treatment, including walking on burning embers, Bulgaria's last three dancing bears will get to rest their paws at a mountain sanctuary, in an apparent end to the centuries-old performance tradition in the Balkans.

Activists on Friday bought the freedom of Mima, 8, Misho, 19, and Svetla, 17.

A member of Bulgaria's Stanev gypsy family plays with the family owned 19-year-old male bear called Misho in their home yard in the village of Getsovo some 400 kms. (250 miles) east of the Bulgarian capital Sofia, Friday. "The three bears dubbed Misho, Svetla and Mima will not dance on hot surfaces anymore. (AP Photo/Petar Petrov)

Bulgaria is believed to have been the last country in the Balkans where dancing bears still performed, even though the practice was outlawed in 1993, when there were 20 to 30 such bears in the country.

The three bears will join another 20 brown bears on Mount Rila at a 12-hectare sanctuary for former dancing bears about 180 kilometres south of Sofia.

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Google your name plus "wants"

Julie wants to meet 26 people.

Julie wants to have complete control over cross-domain connections for the farm

Julie wants to prove herself

Julie says she just wanted to enslave him and ultimately got bored.

Julie wants to do everything she can to help you spend more time with your family

Julie Wants No Gender.

Julie wants to forget all about Neil. To do that and start a new life, she comes to Mumbai where she stays with Dinky, her childhood friend. ...

Julie wants attention ...

Julie wants to come with us

JULIE wants to return to her roots

Julie wants the little children to grow up to be big and strong, ...

The pleasures of a morning google stumbled upon

An aside on food insanity. I just read the article in this week's New York Times Magazine on Raw Foodism, and so this is no amazing observation, but Jesus Christ!! Two things strike me about this unfathomably ignorant trend. The first is, how male it is somehow, how Fast and Furious. "You're a vegan. Big fucking deal -- I don't heat my food. Take that!" And wow, the power of self-righteousness. The guy says he's never felt so good -- well, yeah, because nothing feels better than being better than everybody else. And the third thing is -- yeah, I decided I had three points -- My God, how sad. There is precious little comfort in this world. Why take food, one of the very few simple comforts, and turn it into an obstacle? Why rob yourself of one of the few honest pleasures you'll ever know?

Thanks Julie!

Somewhere,

. . . . .sigh. . . . .

http://www.sculptures-by-bjh.com/Hawks.htm

Totem, Teacher

You spoke often of the hawks

When chemo was killing you
your teacher sent the hawk feather
straight to your heart

Who asked, for you, a gift
and the hawk reached down
and plucked a breast feather,
for you

I have them still
And when I find your place
opened earth
Will drop them in,
after you

closing prayer
om mani padme hung

♥

http://digitalchocolate.org/index.htm

Gift of a Feather

you needed flight
free as the red tail
to sail

is it as you imagined?
the gentle breeze that lifts
in spring it is a transcient thing
that breath

we are all such
and wishing much
settle for the glimpse
and waft

Phil

you might have this one from the blog but it fits your mood?

11:21 AM, June 11, 2007

Still in love with this man

Finding the way home

Last couple of days have been toughies, to say the least.

I've told Godde that I wish to come home. She simply sez, Not yet. So I must abide.

Looking for pictures to post in lieu of words found a wonderful website, full of wisdom, and wonderful pictures. And copyrighted up the kazoo. The insistence on copyright in total opposition to everything the website is supposedly about, lol! I tried to email the owner to point this out, but those links don't work.


Peace out.

New and improved titsling

Hubcap Diamond Star Halo

Love Can Build a Bridge

"Otto Titsling"

"This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."

Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stitched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!

But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

"Oh, thank you!"

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

"Ohhh! Thank you!"



~~BETTE MIDLER

Hattip: Siege.

Sailing to Byzantium

THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

William Butler Yeats