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It’s a girl …


We welcome with glad tidings of peace and joy the arrival of Asia Rayne Bell born May 30th at 12:51 p.m. Asia is the daughter of the World re known  personality of radio on the incredibly popular and largest late night radio show in the world, Coast to Coast AM.

Art and Airyn Bell reside in Pahrump Nevada. Art can be heard on weekends on Coast to Coast AM.

CONGRATULATIONS Art and Airyn Bell  (I know I’ve misspelled her name again!!!)

It's a girl …


We welcome with glad tidings of peace and joy the arrival of Asia Rayne Bell born May 30th at 12:51 p.m. Asia is the daughter of the World re known  personality of radio on the incredibly popular and largest late night radio show in the world, Coast to Coast AM.

Art and Airyn Bell reside in Pahrump Nevada. Art can be heard on weekends on Coast to Coast AM.

CONGRATULATIONS Art and Airyn Bell  (I know I’ve misspelled her name again!!!)

Sidney Crosby named Penguins captain

CBC Sports


Pittsburgh Penguins star Sidney Crosby, who this season became the youngest player to win the NHL scoring title, is now the youngest team captain in league history.

The Penguins made the move official during a luncheon on Thursday.

“Sidney has done so much for this franchise in his first two seasons, made so much history, that you have to keep reminding yourself that he is only 19 years old,” Penguins general manager Ray Shero said on the team’s official website.

“It is obvious to all of us — coaches, players, management, staff — that he has grown into the acknowledged leader of the Pittsburgh Penguins. It is only appropriate that he wears the ‘C’ as team captain.”


Crosby, who won’t turn 20 until August, served as an alternate captain while topping the NHL with 120 points (36 goals, 84 assists) in his second season, earning him a nomination for the league’s most valuable player award.

“I was always told that age is just a number,” Crosby said. “I try not to let it get in the way of anything.”

Crosby’s precocious production also helped the Penguins to the No. 5 seed in the Eastern Conference and their first playoff berth since 2001, though they were brushed aside in five games in the first round by the Ottawa Senators, now in the Stanley Cup final against the Anaheim Ducks.

After Pittsburgh was eliminated, Crosby revealed he had played the final weeks of the regular season and the playoffs with a fractured bone in his left foot.


Crosby, a native of Cole Harbour, N.S., is the youngest-ever NHL captain by about two months. The Tampa Bay Lightning named Vincent Lecavalier captain in 2000, when he was 19 years 11 months old, but later rescinded the title.

The Penguins have not had a captain since Mario Lemieux announced his retirement in January 2006.

With files from the Canadian Press

Dutch men confess in HIV sex party predator case

This is another black mark upon the gay community world wide AND it speaks of the lack of conscience that some HIV positive men live with every day, that they would perpetrate this kind of egregious bodily harm to another human being. This kind of behavior is intolerable and disgusting. But this kind of behavior still exists in many areas of the world.

I have heard of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. I have read reports about PnP parties and those men who sleep around and do not use condoms when they have sex. This is not a gay phenomena, straight folk do it too. Those who willfully infect another should be punished. This report is disgusting. It makes me sick.

But there is another question we must ask. What about this behavior of non-gay identifying men who seek out same sex others on internet sites? And the fact that some men thought it was ok to drug and infect people just to produce a crop of same sex participants who would be able to have condomless sex!!!

Does this strike anyone as purely insane? What the F*CK??? Just because there are drugs on the market that can extend life doesn’t make these kind of crimes less unacceptable. And the fact that there are drugs available to those newly infected, doesn’t and should NOT lessen the sentence from attempted murder to prison sentences. This kind of blatant abuse of people is unforgivable. Here is the Planet Out Report:

Red Ribbon

From Planet Out News:
Four HIV-positive men from the Groeningen province in the north of the Netherlands confessed to police that they held sex parties where they drugged men with GHB and injected them with their own blood in an attempt to infect them.

Dutch HIV workers told Gay.com U.K. that they were aware that at least 10 men who attended the sex parties had contracted HIV — which implies that considerably more men were victims of the assaults.

The accused are two 48-year old men from Slochteren and two men from Groeningen, aged 33 and 34. Two have confessed to the sexual assault and deliberate infection attempts: the other two have so far only admitted to dealing in huge quantities of GHB. One does not define himself as gay.

Five victims between the ages of 25 and 50 have reported to the police so far. Four of them have filed charges.

The Dutch public prosecutor has charged the men with premeditated grievous bodily harm, but said it could not charge them with attempted murder or manslaughter because “the life expectancy of the victims can be extended with medication.” The offense carries a maximum penalty of 16 years in prison.

Gay.com spoke to Robert Witlox, Director of the Dutch HIV Association, who took up the story:

“We became aware that something odd was going on in Groeningen about a year ago. Someone came to a support group for people newly diagnosed with HIV and gave us this story about having been drugged unconscious with GHB and raped, which was how he got the virus.

“At first, we dismissed it — you hear many such stories in support groups — but several other people came forward with similar stories. One said he had come to to find a man still fucking him without a condom, while another said that during the experience he had felt a sharp needle-like pain in his anus.”

The suspects have confessed that they drew blood from all four of themselves and injected it into their victims’ anuses.

Witlox continued: “The men would advertise small sex parties — three to five people — on the Internet. It appears they were doing it on a frequent basis, and it continued right up till they were arrested in May.

“We alerted the public health department in Groeningen, who said they had heard similar stories. They put out a press release warning gay men about attending sex parties and saying they had noticed a rise in local HIV infections.

“We finally persuaded the first victim — who does not publicly identify as gay — to make a formal complaint to the police in January.”

Witlox noted that one of the features of the case was that the victims appeared largely to be non-gay-identified men seeking same-sex thrills using the Internet.

The two suspects who have confessioned to the police said that they were motivated by lust, saying that if they made other men positive, they’d have the opportunity to have unprotected sex with them.

Witlox commented: “In many ways, this is a straightforward case. The legal argument about HIV transmission has always been about reckless infection,” (meaning not intending to infect, but not caring either) “whereas this is a clear case of rape and of attempted deliberate infection.

“In talking to the media yesterday, not just I but also representatives from the Dutch Health Ministry said that this behavior was not typical of gay men or people with HIV.”

Witlox added, however, that since then his organization has been accused of fostering a culture of normalizing unsafe sex.

“Journalists are now linking the case with the fact that we have a support group called Positive and Proud, where subjects like serosorting” (consensual, unprotected sex between HIV-positive people) “are discussed. We’ve been asked if we have any norms.

“We’ve said, ‘Yes, we do. We’re saying it’s not all right to rape people and deliberately infect them with HIV!'”(Gus Cairns, Gay.com U.K.)

If you’d like to know more, you can find stories related to Dutch men confess in HIV sex party predator case.

The Little Bang Theory


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The Tea Ceremony


“When tea is made with water drawn from the depths of mind, whose bottom is beyond measure, we really have what is called
cha – no – yu.”

Toyotomi Hideyoshi
15th century

Noticed on Attitude of Gratitude


Noticed on Attitude of Gratitude

Mother Teresa said, “If you judge people, you don’t have time to love them.” If we are quick to pass judgment on others, we forget that they, like (we), are human beings. As we seldom know what roads people have traveled before a shared encounter or why they have come into our lives, we should always give those we meet the gift of an open heart. Doing so allows us to replace fear-based criticism with appreciation because we can then focus wholeheartedly on the spark of good that burns in all human souls. ~today’s Daily Om

Who can render an account of all the miseries that once were ours, and who can estimate the release and joy that later years have brought to us? Who can possibly tell the vast consequences of what God’s work through A.A. has already set in motion?


And who can penetrate the deeper mystery of our wholesale deliverance from slavery, a bondage to a most hopeless and fatal obsession which for centuries possessed the minds and bodies of men and women like ourselves? ~As Bill Sees It

Prayers for the Day


Tantum ergo Sacramentum
Veneremur cernui:
Et antiquum documentum
Novo cedat ritui:
Praestet fides supplementum
Sensuum defectui.

Genitori, Genitoque
Laus et iubilatio,
Salus, honor, virtus quoque
Sit et benedictio:
Procedenti ab utroque
Compar sit laudatio.

V. Panem de coelo praestitisti eis.
R. Omne delectamentum in se habentem.

Oremus: Deus, qui nobis sub sacramento mirabili, passionis tuae memoriamreliquisti: tribue, quaesumus, ita nos corporis et sanguinis tui sacramysteria venerari, ut redemptionis tuae fructum in nobis iugiter sentiamus.Qui vivis et regnas in saecula saeculorum.

R. Amen.


Down in adoration falling,
Lo! the sacred Host we hail,
Lo! oe’r ancient forms departing
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith for all defects supplying,
Where the feeble senses fail.

To the everlasting Father,
And the Son Who reigns on high
With the Holy Spirit proceeding
Forth from each eternally,
Be salvation, honor blessing,
Might and endless majesty.

R. Thou hast given them bread from heaven.
V. Having within it all sweetness.

Let us pray: O God, who in this wonderful Sacrament left us a memorial of Thy Passion: grant, we implore Thee, that we may so venerate the sacred mysteries of Thy Body and Blood, as always to be conscious of the fruit of Thy Redemption. Thou who livest and reignest forever and ever.

R. Amen.

Carbon Offset Off-side??

CBC.CA – Rex Murphy Blog – Transcripts

Do you feel guilty about your SUV? That long distance flight to a vacation hotspot? Living in a big house?

Well, you should – and I really don’t see how, with all the ardent clerics of the great global warming crusade sermonizing at full gear, you can not feel guilty.

Well, help is on the way – or more accurately – it’s already here. Keep that SUV; drive it even more; add a few rooms to that monster house; and fly, fly away.


Carbon offsets will allow you to maintain your prodigal lifestyle – and – they will minimize or neuter your environmental guilt.

As with all truly monumental innovations in hypocrisy, carbon offsets had their grandest showcase debut at the Academy Awards.

At this year’s gala, the most pampered and overpaid people on this green planet were not given their usual 100,000 dollar gift bags just for showing up. Instead they were give a special glass sculpture, encased in which was a carbon offset certificate for 100,000 pounds of … CO2 – the dreaded greenhouse gas.

Thus if Brad wants to fly by private jet, or Paris wants to hop back and forth to Europe, or Jen wants to add an Escalade or two to the Prius fleet, they were assured that somewhere in the world a band of peasants would be planting some trees, or installing low energy lightbulbs to offset the celebrities’ carbon-burning ways.

The band Coldplay, even earlier, promised to have planted 10,000 mango trees in India to offset the carbon costs of producing their new CD. It was known as the Coldplay forest. By the way, it came a cropper. The band found it couldn’t manage a forest in India while on tour in North America. Imagine – a rock band not able to juggle silviculture and music making.

And now here in Canada, Air Canada – always on the tip of progressive social action – is going to give you the option of “volunteering” a carbon offset fee. Since air travel is a major source of global warming emissions, Air Canada now lets you pay a fee for feeling guilty about filling up their planes. Well, as someone has already pointed out – they charge for meals, pillows and headsets – why not put a surcharge on the guilty consciences of all those people in the middle seats.

WestJet by the way, was way out in front on this. WestJet doesn’t put the conscience fee on the customer – WestJet buys the indulgence for you. This is better than Coldplay.

The great thing about carbon offsets – aside from the fact that so far they are not regulated – is that they put a price on environmental guilt. And so far, that price is not high. 20 bucks will buy you about 4,400 pounds of CO2. Just think, as you taxi in to Vancouver airport after a flight from St. John’s, somewhere in Honduras, or India, someone is hammering away at a new windmill, or planting more mango trees, so that you can step off the plane with a self-satisfied smile on your face – because you have “neutralized” your carbon footprint.

Carbon offsets are the way to go. Do everything you have ever done. Do more if you can. You can buy forgiveness from poor battered Gaia, and feel like Leonardo di Caprio on the bow of the Titanic – king of the global warming world – if you have absolved yourself with 20 bucks to Air Canada, or a carbon offset certificate from the legion of companies now in the hot air conscience business.

For the National, I’m Rex Murphy.

It is NOW Official …



I am going to Graduate – Officially !! YAY !!


B.A. 01/09/03



CANADIAN 01/09/03




Final Graduation GPA in programme 2.76

It’s My life

It’s My Life – Talk Talk (HQ Audio)

It’s My Life…

It's My life

It’s My Life – Talk Talk (HQ Audio)

It’s My Life…

Intentioned Dream States


It seems WordPress is having issues today, so bear with me as we find out if this writing makes it to the editor correctly…

Like I said in earlier posts that I’ve been feeling a little ‘out of sync’ as of late. This Lunar cycle has me at a disadvantage – I feel a lot lower than usual, and my daily and nightly rituals have stopped because it feels like I’ve lost my mojo. So in order to stop this cycle, I’ve spent a greater amount of time in prayer and meditation. It seems that if my outward being is under the ‘pall’ so to speak, then that must mean I need to pay attention to my inner voice and being.

I haven’t been sleeping well, as of late, so I am taking care of me in the meantime. More on this later…

Yesterday I met someone I’ve begun to minister to at the behest of a friend. A responsibility that I take very seriously. So before I take on any new projects or I am going to begin working with someone in a more professional capacity, I pray. Because I cannot do the work of God or the Spirit, unless I am ‘right’ with God. I believe that when someone is put on the path with me – at any given point, that the first order of business is kindness. Last night I received an email from a friend who shared with me some thoughts on the days events. I was truly moved.

“In the words of Clara Mayfield, How difficult can it be to be kind?”

I went to class this morning and afterwards I took care of my renewing my Carte l’assurance Maladie at the local CLSC – which took all of 5 minutes. So that’s done for another year.

I am enjoying my Anthropology class, we are now on the Huichol Indians of Mexico and their ways of life and rituals. I really enjoy my prof’s sense of humor. I actually laughed out loud, so here is the story…

“An anthropologist is out in the field studying a certain group of indigenous peoples. They are on an excursion to a sacred site they have traveled in a large vehicle, which on the return stops amid journey.

The anthropologist gets out of the truck and they survey the problem and he says to the indians, “well, this is going to take some time, and we surely aren’t going to get home in this truck! Meanwhile, there is a tribal elder traveling with them. The anthropologist is very wary of their customs and traditions.
so the elder man gets out of the truck with his feather wand and begs the man to step aside, who was certain that the truck was not fixable…

“How are we going to get out of this with a feather wand, he remarks…”

*Insert chuckle here*

The elder goes over to the engine and waves his feather wand and wouldn’t you know it, the truck starts…” Needless to say the anthropologist was confused and stymied by what just happened. Never discount the traditions or rituals of any peoples…

I laughed out loud when she told us this little story…

After running my errands I came home and checked the mail and ate some lunch. After which we both set down for a mid afternoon nap. Now usually if I go down for a nap, it is a foregone conclusion that I am going to lay there for at least two hours until I find my way into sleep. I was prepared today. Before I shut my eyes, I put out a clear intention to the universe that I wanted a dream to occur. I spoke it when I shut my eyes, and I went right to sleep.

The dream came. Fast and Furious. When I dream of family and the past, the dream usually comes in black and white,  and I cannot speak to anyone and I can’t open any doors in the houses I end up in. It is always the same house, my paternal grandparents house. This time today, all that changed. I went back in time, and it was alive, and in color. I saw my family, my grandmothers and grandfathers. I spoke to them and I was reliving certain periods of my childhood through my eyes.

The first vignette was of a Christmas long ago. It was cold outside and there was snow on the ground. I was able to see and speak to my grandparents. They are both long since dead. They were as they were, in that period of my life.

The second vignette was a birth! Was it my brother’s? I don’t know, but it was a birth of some sorts because afterwards there was a shower of baby items and gifts from the family.

The third vignette was once again a Winter scene. This last scene came at the end of my three hour nap, and it was ending quickly, as I was being pulled out of the scene from the back of my pants, like I was being lifted out of the scene by someone standing behind me, and I came out of the dream with the words “no red, no red…” then it ended. I was talking to my grandmother, Jeannie. I don’t know what I was referring to. I got up, I had a banging headache, and so I took some advil, reset my alarm clock and went back down for a further 35 minutes, which went by like a blur… I set down again and all of a sudden the alarm clock was ringing again… I was like WTF!!!

I have heard it said that we can intention our dreams before we even get to them, that we can call forth images into our minds eyes and we can intention specific visuals that we want to have in dream state. I don’t know why I was moved to intention this specific dream, but it happened. It is 10:30 p.m. and the dream is still visible in my minds eye…

That’s about all I want to write at the moment. Maybe more later…


1. I had a great day
2. A friend said that I was kind to him and that moved me
3. I had rest, a wonderful dream experience
4. I have great friends who trust me  and care about me
5. I have work to do for God and my fellows
6. There is food in the fridge
7. Fear of people and of financial insecurities will leave us
8. That we are all blessed by the God of our own understandings
9. If you believe in miracles and dreams then they too shall come to pass
10. in 21 days I will graduate from University!!!
Goodnight from Montreal.

Maroon Five – Makes me Wonder

Maroon 5 – Makes Me Wonder Full Video

Noticed on Ben’s Blog …


The Boy who could but didn’t

The mushrooms we had for breakfast…

I can still remember it, though the details are of course a little more hazy now. I remember us meeting at the retro clothing store in Camden, run by a very unfriendly man who only allowed one “night time” shopper in at a time. This is the name he used for anyone who took their time browsing. Strange man. You were there, moving casually between the overcoats and the corduroy, making a very bad job of pretending you weren’t watching me from the corner of your eye.

I’d seen you around before – in the market, on the bus. We always played this game – I’m sure I was just as unsubtle about looking at you. But I remember how I felt that first time you broke the ritual by speaking to me, like a dog-eared page in a storybook had finally been turned to reveal the most colourful of pictures, making you fall in love with the tale all over again. If only I could remember exactly what it was you said! You told me your name was Peter – my father’s name – and we found out we didn’t live too far apart.

You gave me a lift home after only briefly indulging a devilish flirtation of mine to steal a tailcoat from the miserable man at the retro store, but good morals won the day and we left it folded across a discount bin. When we drove past your flat I remember it being the most familiar location I could think of – opposite a square building topped with four green pointed domes that made it look like a giant pistachio pavlova might.

It seemed a fairytale place to live and such a familiar local landmark. Though, of course, the streets and buildings around it are now little more than a hazy memory. We chatted about nothing remarkable – about how long we’d lived in North London, where we were from originally, jobs, friends, university – nothing remarkable at all.

We got back to mine and I invited you in, it was only polite after driving me back. I made some coffee (which was awful, and I still apologise for that) and we watched TV in my room, the walls still bare and white as we’d only moved in recently. “I have a terrible secret,” I remember you saying as we lay on the bed, staring in polite disinterest at the screen, and then gave one of your endearingly impish grins I would get to know so well. “I’m a huge Doctor Who fan. Can you ever forgive me?” “I forgive you,” I laughed, and we shared a sort of mock-reconciliatory and quite melodramatic hug in front of my antique copy of The Robots of Death.

My flat mate then came in and joined us briefly. You both got along astoundingly well, discussing the merits of charity shops and the national institution that is Sir Tom Baker. You were charming, there’s no doubt about that. But you were also genuine. You had this ability I only ever sensed at before to pick up on people’s interests and make them resonate with your own.

Alone again, we watched TV together in unspoken conversation. Soon we started cuddling. When I brought my hands up to the back of your neck and gently and slowly scratched your scalp you weren’t alarmed. You just sighed – a deep contented moan, like anticipation finally released. It didn’t seem a strange thing to do. It felt completely natural. It felt as if we’d been seeing each other for weeks, not a few hours. I felt as if I knew everything you were thinking, and knew that you felt just as much a connection with me too. Last night I went to sleep cuddling you.

But this morning I woke up alone.

I woke up and wondered ‘what kind of self-hating brain gives someone dreams like this?’ What kind of loathing is it that gives someone contentment – not grand impossible scenarios of flying or being Emperor of All The Light Touches, but genuine, humble, credible contentment – knowing it will then be snatched away with the slightest flicker of an eyelid? I woke up in a bed that stinks of myself, cuddled only by my own eczema and a sickness in my stomach from last night’s overindulgence.

But I can still remember your black hair, your impish smile, the hazel like a summer cornfield in your eyes. I’ve spent the morning desperately trying to remember your surname, desperately trying to remember the name of someone who never existed, just because they loved me and made me feel important for the few seconds they say a dream actually lasts. A few seconds. Was that all it was? I was content for a few seconds. I was a person who mattered to someone for less than a minute.

Dreams are generally a positive thing in human culture. People talk about ‘living their dreams’. Are dreams only torturous because of their stark contrast with our real lives? It’s always about the loss with me. It’s always the bit where you wake up and realize you’re clutching only air, grasping at quickly fading memories of events that never happened. With nightmares you wake up and are relieved that everything’s still as dull and uneventful as it was when you closed your eyes. With dreams where you’re happy, you wake up to unhappiness amplified.

I suppose it’s better to have loved and to have lost than to just dream about eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Again. Or the end of the world. Again. I’ve had the dream about The Perfect Man™ before, and I know I’ll have that again too. I just wish it didn’t make everything real appear as futile and pointless as I know it to be when I wake up from the dream, each and every time.

I just loved this piece…