Weather: You almost could have swam in the air yesterday, if you were wearing fins. The whole Flathead Valley sloshed along under drizzling wet clouds.



Visit: A Tale of Two Movies

Wildlife: No, I didn't see any ducklings paddling above the surface of the lake -- RUNNING on the surface? Yes.

Charity Alert: The RAIN Forest Site (get it?)

In The Community: Myriad means a thousand in ancient Greek. It also means uncountably large numbers. That being said, there are a myriad of things to do when setting up an important art exhibit like Winold Reiss; Artist of the Great Northern Railway.
Hockaday Museum of Art
Tonight, there's a private reception for Rennata Reiss, Winold's daughter-in-law, down in Lakeside, Montana. She's coming out from New York, and I hope she enjoys what she sees! The official opening is tommorrow night, and there's a lecture on Friday afternoon. I keep forgetting how much work there is in having fun.

Media Watch: Contributors to the blog DailyKos spent megawatts of emotional energy yelling about marginal server ads for TBS' stupid and vulgar Real Gilligan's Island. A lot of normally- thoughful people unleashed their "inner troll" on one another with rabid implacability which reminded me of f***edcompany.com back in 2001.
Maybe there's pent-up frustration on that progressive website about the way Team Bush keeps getting their way, to everyone's disadvantage. I don't know.
Buck up, everybody! The story of the Downing Street Memo is refusing to die, and has even crept onto the front pages. I'm hoping the general electorate will get sick of all of BushCo's lying, real soon -- like today.

About twenty years ago, somebody wrote these words:

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the web we weave

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

The dogs of war don't negotiate
The dogs of war won't capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

David Gilmour and Phil Manzanera