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  <title>flying under the radar</title>
  <subtitle>come back baby bird</subtitle>
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    <name>Bluey</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-27T21:11:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:16015</id>
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    <title>Of The Day [2.27.07]</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T17:15:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T17:16:14Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epitaph of Leonard P. Matlovich, decorated American soldier and a crusader for gay rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Matlovich was awarded a Purple Heart and A Bronze Star for service during the Viet Nam War.  He died in 1988, after a long battle with AIDS.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:15727</id>
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    <title>Of The Day [2.20.07]</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T03:56:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T21:11:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Living the Post-War Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't stop,&lt;br /&gt; lose job,&lt;br /&gt; mind gone,&lt;br /&gt; silacon,&lt;br /&gt; what bomb?&lt;br /&gt; get away,&lt;br /&gt;pay day,&lt;br /&gt;make hay,&lt;br /&gt; eat fish, &lt;br /&gt;break down, &lt;br /&gt;need fix,&lt;br /&gt;big six,&lt;br /&gt;kick kick.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, No!&lt;br /&gt;Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;brain dead,&lt;br /&gt;lose head,&lt;br /&gt;tv,&lt;br /&gt;freebee,&lt;br /&gt;nice ride, &lt;br /&gt;suicide,&lt;br /&gt;fall back,&lt;br /&gt;no slack,&lt;br /&gt;lost friend,&lt;br /&gt;meet end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're one of the few to land on your feet,&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to make ends meet?&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em cry. &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em dance in the aisles. &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em pay. &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em stay. &lt;br /&gt;Make'em feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em mad.&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em sad. &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em add two and two. &lt;br /&gt;Make 'em me. &lt;br /&gt;Make them you. &lt;br /&gt;Make them do what you want them to. &lt;br /&gt;Make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Make them cry.&lt;br /&gt;Make them lie down and die.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:13963</id>
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    <title>bluebirdinabox @ 2007-02-10T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T02:53:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T17:03:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; I have been to Paris.  I have been to Rome.  I have gone to London, and I am all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Paris.  I have been to Rome.  I went to New York City, and I am on my own. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:12666</id>
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    <title>bluebirdinabox @ 2007-02-07T20:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-08T04:43:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-08T04:43:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Take me now, a shelter be, before there's nothing left of me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:9317</id>
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    <title>bluebirdinabox @ 2007-01-26T14:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T22:14:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T17:05:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt; Sometimes it's hard to tell the wishing from the well, where you threw the pennie from where it fell.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:8713</id>
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    <title>Of The Day [1.22.07]</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T19:25:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T19:25:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Balladen om herr Fredrik Åkare och den söta fröken Cecilia Lind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Från Öckerö loge hörs dragspel och bas och&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullmånen lyser som var den av glas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Där dansar Fredrik Åkare kind emot kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;med den lilla fröken Cecilia Lind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hon dansar och blundar så nära intill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hon följer i dansen precis vart han vill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han för och hon följer så lätt som en vind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men säg varför rodnar Cecilia Lind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Säg var det för det Fredrik Åkare sa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du doftar så gott och du dansar så bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din midja är smal och barmen är trind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vad du är vacker, Cecilia Lind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men dansen tog slut och vart skulle dom gå?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom bodde så nära varandra ändå.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till slut kom dom fram till Cecilias grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vill jag bli kysst, sa Cecilia Lind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vet hut, Fredrik Åkare, skäms gammla karln!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia Lind är ju bara ett barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren som en blomma, skygg som en hind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag fyller snart sjutton, sa Cecilia Lind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Och stjärnorna vandra och timmarna fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;och Fredrik är gammal och månen är ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, Fredrik är gammal men kärlek är blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Åh, kyss mig igen, sa Cecilia Lind.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:8386</id>
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    <title>of The Day [1.20.07]</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T22:21:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T22:21:56Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Romeo &amp; Juliet- Dire Straits</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Of the Day, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National O style single cone guitar, made by National Steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bluebirdinabox/pic/0000chc8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the most beautiful guitar in the invention of man. National has many beautiful steel guitars, but this one really is the tops.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:8059</id>
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    <title>Of The Day [1.19.07]</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T08:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T22:15:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Down There By The Train- Tom Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place I know where the train goes slow&lt;br /&gt;Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb&lt;br /&gt;There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove&lt;br /&gt;Down where the willow and the dogwood grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the whistle, you can hear the bell&lt;br /&gt;From the halls of heaven to the gates of hell&lt;br /&gt;And there's room for the forsaken if you're there on time&lt;br /&gt;You'll be washed of all your sins and all of your crimes&lt;br /&gt;If you're down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there where the train goes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a golden moon that shines up through the mist&lt;br /&gt;And I know that your name can be on that list&lt;br /&gt;There's no eye for an eye, there's no tooth for a tooth&lt;br /&gt;I saw Judas Iscariot carrying John Wilkes Booth&lt;br /&gt;He was down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;He was down there where the train goes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you live in darkness and if you live in shame&lt;br /&gt;All of the passengers will be treated the same&lt;br /&gt;And old Humpty Jackson and Gyp the Blood will sing&lt;br /&gt;And Charlie Witman is holding on to Dillinger’s wings&lt;br /&gt;They’re both down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there where the train goes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've lost all your hope, if you've lost all your faith&lt;br /&gt;I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe&lt;br /&gt;And all the shamefuls and all of the whores&lt;br /&gt;And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there where the train goes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never asked forgiveness and I've never said a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Never given of myself, never truly cared&lt;br /&gt;I've left the ones who loved me and I'm still raising Cain&lt;br /&gt;I've taken the low road and if you've done the same&lt;br /&gt;Meet me down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there where the train goes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there by the train&lt;br /&gt;Down there where the train goes slow</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:7756</id>
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    <title>Raoul Wallenberg</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T08:06:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T08:06:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would Like to include a post about Raoul Wallenberg.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think this comes at a fitting time, i only discovered him today, and yesterday (ironically) was Canada's "Raoul Wallenberg Day". &lt;br /&gt;They are right to have such a day. I feel that Wallenberg is not really recognized in the U.S.  Schindler has been immortalized here in film, and rightly so, he was a great man.  And his story is intriguing for other reasons.  He (Schindler) was not a charitable man, and he found humanity by doing good when it presented itself to him and made a great success, saved lives and was recognized for it.  And there is a kind of glow of success or confidence about his story.&lt;br /&gt;The Wallenberg story is a different one and touches a different note.  He was not an ingenious man, not a successful or confidant man.  And he has an aura of desperation and near failure.  He very much represents the direness of the situation in a way which Schindler seems only to represent the hopeful.  And yet...&lt;br /&gt;There is something so very much more real to me about Wallenberg.  His was a very real hardship in a way Schindler's was not.  His was a very real danger and real effort, a real humanitarian effort, and a real sacrifice.  He was Swedish, and he left Sweden, he was wealthy and he left behind wealth and protection.  He went into the most hellish of places when no one had asked it of him, when he gained nothing, when everyone told him to leave, when he had every opportunity of leaving, and he said- I will die before I stop doing every single thing that I can possibly think of to put myself between the murderer and his victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather like to write a book about this man.  I want it to be as successful and as read as Keneally's tribute to Oscar Schindler.  I want the name Wallenberg to be on the tongues of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Wallenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bluebirdinabox/pic/0000qff5"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:7362</id>
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    <title>Of The Day [1.18.07]</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T20:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T20:04:14Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Glorious- Everclear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The Thylacine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bluebirdinabox/pic/0000hprr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thylacine was the worlds only preadatorial marsupial.  It is now largely accepted as extinct. Although I suppose with the rediscovery of the Ivory Billed woodpecker after its supposed extinction anything is possible.  However such subterefuge survival is more unlikely with an animal of the Thylacine's size and hunting habits.  Also known as the "tasmanian Tiger" it was hunted by bounty hunters on the island of Tasmania for bounties posted by local sheep farmers, though recent studies show that the farmer's fear of the thylacine as a sheep killing predator was probably misfounded and that feral dogs possed the real local threat.  This all happened around the turn of the century.  A well researched and hightly insightful chapter about the thylacine can be found in David Quamen's Song of the Dodo.</content>
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    <title>Of The Day [1.17.07]</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T23:10:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T00:36:55Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Life In Slow Motion- David Gray</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The "Of the Day" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Greenspons "Primavera Vietnam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bluebirdinabox/pic/00009qfc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic of Vietnam era journalism.&lt;br /&gt;I also highly suspect it is the inspiration behind the cover of Oliver Stone's "Platoon"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bluebirdinabox:6395</id>
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    <title>Of The Day [1.16.07]</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T05:20:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T00:34:00Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>the moan thing- Nick Cave</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My "Of the day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afghan coal miner by Steve McCurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/bluebirdinabox/pic/00008e63"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should think about buying his beautiful book "Looking East" even though it doesn't have all of the amazing pictures that appeart on his website, www.stevemccurry.com.</content>
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