Drought Map for Dec. 29th 2015

Bombs are a form of humanitarian aid… Canadian Defence Minister

A Canadian [under the Harper government] Minister of National Defence, was quoted by CBC’s Carol Off saying that the bombing being done by Canadian forces in support of the Iraqi government is a form of humanitarian aid.

http://www.cbc.ca/radio/popup/audio/player.html?autoPlay=true&clipIds=2662598242&mediaIds=2662598240

An Orchestra of Exiles – University of the Air Wisconsin Public Radio

“When Hitler came to power, he was quick to apply his anti-Semitic policies to music, getting Jewish musicians removed from German orchestras. The process was so abrupt that conductor Wilhelm Steinberg had his baton taken from him by Nazi thugs who entered the opera house where he was rehearsing. We’ll find out how Wilhelm Steinberg left Germany and became William Steinberg, conductor of the Pittsburgh Symphony.”

“And we’ll hear the story of violinist Bronisaw Huberman, who formed an orchestra of exiles in Palestine. Guest Frank Tuerkheimer will go into the personalities and politics that crated…”
Guest(s): Frank Tuerkheimer


http://www.wpr.org/listen/795726

A Dream of Winter… Dylan Thomas

A Dream of Winter Dylan Thomas

Very often on winter nights the halfshaped moonlight sees
Men through a window of leaves and lashes marking gliding
Into the grave an owl-tongued childhood of birds and cold trees,

Or drowned beyond water in the sleepers’ fish-trodden churches
Watching the cry of the seas as snow flies sparkling, riding,
The ice lies down shining, the sandgrains skate on the beeches.

Often she watches through men’s midnight windows, their winter eyes,
The conjured night of the North rain in a firework flood,
The Great Bear raising the snows of his voice to burn the skies.

And men may sleep a milkwhite path through the chill, struck still waves
Or walk on thunder and air in the frozen, birdless wood
On the eyelid of the North where only the silence moves,

Asleep may stalk among lightning and hear the statues speak,
The hidden tongue in the melting garden sing like a thrush
And the soft snow drawing a bellnote from the marble cheek,

Drowned fast asleep beyond water and sound may mark the street
Ghost-deep in lakes where the rose-cheeked nightmare glides like a fish,
The Ark drifts on the cobbles, the darkness sails in a fleet,

Or, lying down still, may clamber the snow-exploded hill
Where the caverns hide the snowbull’s ivory splinter,
Fossil spine of the sea-boned seal, iceprint of pterodactyl.

Oh birds, trees, fish and bears, singing statues, Arkfloods and seals
Steal from their sleeper awake as he waits in the winter
Morning, alone in his world, staring at the London wheels

May You Be This Happy

Comcast: The Fuckery Continues

from ebmisfit…
Comcast now hands out Internet routers with wireless built in. What they don’t mention, at least not prominently, is that your router will be a public hotspot for all Comcast users. So if you live near a public place, your home system will be host to lord-knows how many people.
If you have a Comcast wireless router, it might be a good idea to go to the Google and look up how to shut that shit off. Unless you like the idea of paying Comcast for the privilege of operating a public hotspot for those assholes.

Aurora over Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada by Joe Bradley