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Music is something that I mention often enough in my posts. It is an art form that eases my movement through time on this rotating and revolving rock. I was reminded of this during my trip in Japan last autumn and am again being reminded this now that I am spending a lot of time in the Kamouraska area of Quebec. Music soothes me. It comforts me with a known entity. It reminds me of days lived. Of emotions felt. People spoken to. Things seen. It catalyzes my known past and this comforts when I am in an unknown part of the world or living uncertain times. Of course these moments all becomes part of the next day's known memories - the magic of life and our memory. These days it is so simple for me to carry most of my music collection with me. All my memories easily recalled with the help of a small iPod. Without it I would have a harder time living life - I am sure of that. Thanks to the artists and the technologists. Let me know what you think about what you have just read

Darkness. Windows open. A humid breeze waves the room's curtains. Through the open window the sound of heavy rain. Water is rushing through the eavestroughs and down the downspouts. Drops splash into just formed puddles. The swish of car tires displacing water on the black asphalt roads. Headlights dimmed by the fury. The sodium-vapour orange street lamps appear shrouded in a halo of fog - rather it is the veil and drape of solid rain. The water is rushing along the sides of the roads towards the storm sewers. Water levels are rising. W hitish blue flashes of light. Billion-watt flash bulbs going off every few seconds. Allowing us to take a mental picture of the landscape beyond the window. Silhouetted trees, branches swinging. Telephone, cable and electric service cables looking dangerously exposed, drooped between their trunk poles. The piercing, cutting crack of a long thunder bolt cutting across the sky. That split second moment before it is unleashed. The anti

Tonight I read an article in the June 2009 edition of GEO magazine entitled "Peut-on ressusciter la mer Morte?" "Can we resuscitate the Dead Sea?" Before I get into my thoughts regarding the subject let me put in an advert for this French magazine. It is well written, heavily flavoured with cultural interests from around the world and explores corners of the world that are far removed from the typical tourist spots. Great mag....but you have to be able to read French. Anyhow.....Better Red Than Dead. The Dead Sea is evaporating at a rate of one to one-point-five metre per year. That fact in and of itself made the article worth reading for me - that is a staggering amount. The area this sea sits in gets 330 days of sunshine a year. Needless to say it is hot and consequently evaporation causes some of the problem. But the main problem seems to be man's insatiable need for water for survival. Not only basic survival water - a need to drink - but also its ne