in about five weeks. That ought to provide a little elbow-room…..
14 thoughts on “Going West”
Hope this aint a threadjack but
A special police recruitment seminar is being set up in Auckland specifically for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and intersex people who are interested in joining the police.
It comes after a recruitment information tent was run at the Big Gay Out and was inundated with interest.
At the planned seminar on 6 March, Diversity Liaison Officers will be on hand to answer any questions about working for the police on the frontline.
And with that it is about time to head for the hills
Insanity! What is there left to say?
No such thing as a threadjack around here, Andrei. Off-topic comments are not only tolerated, they’re welcome. Some of our best links and comments come that way.
Okay what’s this with the Dingo baby case?Plausible innocence or is there a back story?
And even more seriously, the mother claimed all along a dingo* had taken her baby. A couple of juries didn’t believe her and she spent many years in prison. Now it turns out, dingoes (well, some anyway) are pretty fond of human infant (perhaps the dingo is a New Zealand native species ) so she was released from prison, re-tried and acquitted.
That’s what I was thinking,it’s no big leap to say a wild dog would carry off a baby.Heck I once saw a Coyote catch and drag off a 30lb goat that was bigger than he was.
Poor woman,lost her baby like that and then end up in prison over it.
Yup. And to top it off, she had to suffer the indignity of Meryl Streep playing her in a movie!
If the video doesn’t show, the link will take you where I intended ……………………….
Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
An’ listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
Underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
An’ gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
I can’t look at HOBBLES an’ I can’t stand fences:
Don’t fence me in.
Instrumental break.
(Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,)
(Don’t fence me in.)
(Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:)
(Don’t fence me in.)
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
An’ listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
Underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
An’ gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
An’ I can’t look at harbours an’ I can’t stand fences:
So don’t fence me in, oh no,
Now brother, don’t you fence me in.
Per Wikipedia, a cayuse is “usually referring to a feral or low-quality horse or pony.”
Thanks DM. There’s not a heck of a lot out there, except space, quiet and a blessed absence of crowds. Most people just speed through on their way to somewhere, but look below the surface and these places have lots of wildlife and a culture and charm all their own.
Expensive beer, though..
“Expensive beer” doesn’t that ride of yours have a trailer hitch? You know most pioneers heading west brought supplies with them after all
Ah yes. And we just bought a nice brand-new trailer..
Remember that video I showed you Igor Rasteryaev and his daisy song and how you wanted subtitles.
Well the things I do for you Keith – I did subtitle another song of his been sitting on it but it goes on this thread since you have expressed love of space and country people – this be filmed in the back of beyond – Raskovka
in about five weeks. That ought to provide a little elbow-room…..
Hope this aint a threadjack but
And with that it is about time to head for the hills
No such thing as a threadjack around here, Andrei. Off-topic comments are not only tolerated, they’re welcome.
Some of our best links and comments come that way.
Okay what’s this with the Dingo baby case?Plausible innocence or is there a back story?
http://worldnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/24/10493942-australia-inquest-hopes-to-solve-1980-mystery-dingo-baby-case
There is a back story mate. Meryl Streep did the movie.
No, seriously.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Cry_in_the_Dark
And even more seriously, the mother claimed all along a dingo* had taken her baby. A couple of juries didn’t believe her and she spent many years in prison. Now it turns out, dingoes (well, some anyway) are pretty fond of human infant (perhaps the dingo is a New Zealand native species
) so she was released from prison, re-tried and acquitted.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azaria_Chamberlain_disappearance
*Dingo = Australian Wild Dog. Sometimes also called Kevin Rudd! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dingo
That’s what I was thinking,it’s no big leap to say a wild dog would carry off a baby.Heck I once saw a Coyote catch and drag off a 30lb goat that was bigger than he was.
Poor woman,lost her baby like that and then end up in prison over it.
Yup. And to top it off, she had to suffer the indignity of Meryl Streep playing her in a movie!
If the video doesn’t show, the link will take you where I intended ……………………….
Don’t Fence Me In
Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
An’ listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
Underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
An’ gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
I can’t look at HOBBLES an’ I can’t stand fences:
Don’t fence me in.
Instrumental break.
(Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above,)
(Don’t fence me in.)
(Let me ride through that wide open country that I love:)
(Don’t fence me in.)
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
An’ listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
Underneath the western skies.
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences,
An’ gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
An’ I can’t look at harbours an’ I can’t stand fences:
So don’t fence me in, oh no,
Now brother, don’t you fence me in.
Per Wikipedia, a cayuse is “usually referring to a feral or low-quality horse or pony.”
I’M JEALOUS!!
Semper Fi’
DM
Shoot, neither one worked …………………………..
Try this: http://youtu.be/X-FqTxjXBts
Semper Fi’
DM
Expensive beer, though..
“Expensive beer” doesn’t that ride of yours have a trailer hitch? You know most pioneers heading west brought supplies with them after all
Ah yes. And we just bought a nice brand-new trailer..
Remember that video I showed you Igor Rasteryaev and his daisy song and how you wanted subtitles.
Well the things I do for you Keith – I did subtitle another song of his been sitting on it but it goes on this thread since you have expressed love of space and country people – this be filmed in the back of beyond – Raskovka
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m20zZEvkDf0
Great! I love it.
Thanks for that. Gecko’s going to D/L and keep it.
Got it–now we just have to wait for the dawn raid…