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I'm a one woman man Johnny Horton.mp3
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Paul Anka One Man Woman, One Woman Man (1975).mp3
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Quinoa and my Cat I used to eat Quinoa salad from a natural food (More) I used to eat Quinoa salad from a natural food store deli near my house when I first brought my cat home from the Humane Society. One of the deli workers gave me the suggestion to name her Quinoa because the deli workers had nicknamed me the Quinoa man. Quinoa is a wonderful superfood. I have a playlist with some interesting videos about it here on youtube which you can check out here: http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=70F9A79938599271 My cat is a sweet cat and I think she is so beautiful she reminds me of a stunningly pretty woman. Check out this info on Quinoa: http://ginews.blogspot.com/2005/07/low-gi-food-of-month.html For free music used in this video go to and check out the band "Uncle Lucius": http://unclelucius.com/listen_to_free_new/safe_mp3_music_downloads.html Here is another good info page on Quinoa: http://darwin.nmsu.edu/~molbio/plant/quinoa.html If you are interested in a list of links to really tasty recipes using Quinoa just message me and I will be happy to give you some choice ones. Quinoa is not a true grain, even though it is used as such. It is the fruit of an herb from the goosefoot family and thrives in areas where there is very little rain, high altitudes, thin cold air, hot sun, or poor soil. Yet, in spite of these many adverse climate conditions, quinoa thrives, growing to heights of six feet or more. Native to Peru, quinoa was once a cherished food of the Inca, and later banished by the conquering Spanish. Of all the foods found in South America, it was quinoa that disturbed Pizarro the most -- mainly because it was used in their religious ceremonies. Pizarro felt the highly sophisticated Indian culture represented a threat to Spanish colonization. To bring the Incas under his control, he banned the growth of quinoa, making it illegal to grow even a small amount of the grain. Instead, he had them plant vegetable gardens, which promptly shrivelled at the first blast of icy winds from the Andes. Next, Pizarro decreed that the Indians should become more "civilized" and ordered them to grow barley in order to make the European beer. He also imported livestock so that the Incas would learn to eat meat and discard their vegetarian ways. But, the cattle languished in the fields, the sheep lay down with the llamas, and the Incas quietly ate mushrooms instead. After years of raiding the altiplano, where Pizarro suspected that quinoa was secretly growing, he developed weak lungs and a cough that turned his once booming voice into a whisper. Realizing his defeat, Pizarro left Peru forever, leaving the mountain mushrooms to dry up in the valleys and the quinoa seed to sprout once again all over the land. Enjoy :-) Quinoacat See this video also at: http://www.boonex.us/viewVideo.php?fileID=589 (Less)
Janet Kuypers poem "A Chilld in the... Janet Kuypers performed this poem in the live (More) Janet Kuypers performed this poem in the live Chicago feature at the Beach Poets (Loyola Beacg, Chicago) August 14th, 2005. Because this is a live venue on the beach, there were no microhpones, and since Janet Kuypers has a bit of distance between her and the camera (and there is also a bit of wind off of Lake Michigan in Chicago) it is often not very easy to hear the poems from this show. But if you want to either see the full show, or hear studio mp3 recordings from this show, go to the web page http://www.janetkuypers.com/janetkuypers-dot-com--files/beach-poets08-14-05.htm to get the sudio clips, or even the chapbook that was released on the same day with this event. This is the original poem: a child in the park this was no ordinary park, mind you: there were no swings or children laughing; there were different children there. There was recreation: tennis, the pool, and a maze of streets for bicycles and long walks; surrounded by rows of prefabricated homes each with one little palm tree by the driveway. People drove golf carts around in the park, or large tricycles, or older couples would walk together just as it was beginning to turn to dusk and long shadows from tree-tops cris-crossed over the streets. In the afternoons, the women in the pool would wear hats and sunglasses, lean against the sides, swing legs in the warm water. I remember the summer afternoons when it rained in Florida, and after the rain I would go out in the puddles in my roller skates, skate through them, feet soaking wet. There was even a street named after me in the park, and at the end of Jan Drive there was a pond. I spent hours there, playing imaginary games, pretending I was grown-up, feeding the ducks, watching the fish swim around the rocks at my feet, looking for the turtles, listening to the wind. Oh, I remember Mr. Whorall, how he would walk onto his driveway every time I was playing tennis across the street. He would watch me, tell me how I was getting better at the game every time he saw me. And there was also Mrs. Rogers, who lived up the street from me. She saw me riding my bicycle by one day just before Halloween. She invited me in to help carve a pumpkin. Every year she bought me a Christmas present. The sweetest woman. The most beautiful woman. And there was Ira and Betty Wiggins, who lived on the next street, Sand Drive, with a sign in front of their house that said, "The Wiggins' Wigwam." They had a hammock on their porch, and art so beautiful, so colorful on their walls. They lived in Panama for years, he used to be a doctor. So many things collected from all their travel. They both knew so much, they both loved life. Once they saw me and asked if I wanted to catch a lion. They then went to the side of the road, and with a spoon pulled an ant lion from the top of a sand hill. So many secrets. Every night Ira could be found with cue holder, decorated with Panamanian art, at the pool table, playing my father, or another man who died years ago. I remember that man telling me that when I was younger he would watch me on Easter Sunday, me in my pastel dress, by myself, spinning, dancing in the streets. He remembered me dancing. This is his memory, how he thought of me. And I remember the McKinleys, Pete and Lindy, another beautiful pair who talked of Mexico, of all the places they'd gone, all the things they had seen. So many times I would visit them just to hear them talk. And Pete would try to stump me with an intellectual riddle every time I sat with him; he would ask me about astronomy, what I had learned in my classes since the last time I visited the park. Sometimes they would take me to their country club, play on tennis courts made of clay, how strange it felt on my feet through my tennis shoes. It was like another world there. The park was where I spent my Christmases, my Easters. I remember swimming in the pool, a week shy of thirteen, when my parents told me I was an aunt. Now I talk to my sister on the phone, she asks me if I remember so-and-so from Palos Avenue, from Blue Skys Drive. The couple that had the ornate rock garden in their front yard, or the snow shovel against their light post with the words "rust in peace" painted in white on the metal. Yes, I say, I remember them. Well, so-and-so passed away last week, she says. Heart attack. This is what it comes down to, I think, all these memories are slowly disappearing. So many memories. Where there are palm trees everywhere. It was my other world, my other life, another lifestyle, another everything. This was not an ordinary park, but the children were so much smarter, and still so full of life. So much to teach. So little time. (Less)
Paul Anka One Man Woman, One Woman Man.mp3
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Paul Anka & Odia Coates One Man Woman One Woman Man.mp3
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