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A review of:

How to Know God :

DeepakizzleThe Soul’s Journey into the Mystery of Mysteries by Deepak Chopra

This is one of the most stunning books I've ever read. It is a complete 160-degree turnaround from how he had been. In this book he realizes he's no longer angry, it's time to make friends and be happy. And, then, not weeks after the publication, he is gunned down by the East Coast individualists. The feud between the two coasts has been raging for too long. The West Coast spiritualists (led by Deepak) hate the East Coast individualists. No one really knows the cause of the rivalry, but some people think it started when Neal Donald Walsch (an East Coaster) said Deepak looked like Dr. Segal. At any rate, these two groups have hated each other ever since.

And, that hatred was certainly evident in Deepak's works. His 1992 book Perfect Heath: Sumpin the East Coast Know Nothin' 'Bout was a bitter tongue lashing against his rivals. And, nothing stung more than these lines from 1990's Quantum Healing: Deepak 4Ever Y'all — "When the spirit of life swells within you/kick that mofo sucka out/coz the East is the beast/and they got nothin ta pray about".

Operation Global Media Domination: Egg Day

TIADon’t ask me why. Blog works in mysterious ways. But today, if you’ll just scroll down and see, is Egg Day. If you’re feeling generous, you can even include the post from yesterday about the trichinosis worms (I mean, it’s the eggs that getcha, right? and there were millions of the wee buggers, so that’s gotta count for at least one, right?).

But it’s a sure bet that Egg Day is not gonna rock the same hits as Gay Pirate Day.

Yesterday we welcomed many, many intellectuals to our blog; for one thing, they loved to hate on the Margaret Atwood. For another, their searches included Nobel Prize winners, Geoffrey Chaucer, the New Testament, and a poignant question about whether or not The Scorpions still count as celebrities.

No.

On the other hand, today they’re back looking for that elusive Narnia Porn. Other searched-for items included free porn movies of nutty sex yelling sex porn SOMALI SEX MOVIE somali porn movies aslan porn. And Mitsou, but that’s hardly an improvement. So here, for all you pervy, unsatisfied, yet counted-on-an-equal-basis-with-Ernest-Hemingway-scholar fetishists, we present your Narnia fix:

Narnia

Three little words: STREAMING EAGLE CAM

Eagle Snatch sounds dirty eh?

Update: the camera has moved here.

Nesting bald eagle streaming webcam, brought to you live by the guy in whose yard they’ve been hanging out for 14 years. And yes, there’s eggs people, there’s eggs! The feed is not without flaws, but then, it’s hanging out in the bedroom of two of the most impressive predators the world has ever seen.

Background on the Eagle Cam

Last week, the website went online as the eagles laid two eggs that are expected to hatch by the end of the month.

Retired accountant David Carrick said he has been keeping an eye on the pair of eagles in his secluded property for 14 years. But about 18 months ago – with government permission – he got an even closer look, installing a camera in the nest while the eagles were away on their annual migration.

He said the eagles noticed the enclosed camera and “pecked at it” and then got on with their lives.

Now up to two million hits a day and growing. I’m sooooooooo jealous!

Eaglewhatchoolookinat?I am reminded, as I so often am, of a story that makes Americans look bad. Yeah, I’m a bitch: I’m fine with it. My friend Christi and I were returning to Vancouver from Victoria via the Swartz Bay ferry. It had been a beautiful day: warm, clear, and windy the way it gets on Vancouver Island, with the air pummelling you as if you were just a stray plastic bag in its hands. The kind of day that makes you think, if you had just exactly the right jacket, you could become a kite, or at least an oversized flying squirrel. Okay, maybe not you. But I could, I’m real small.

So it was that kind of day. And we’d seen the typical Active Passian and Gulf Islandian and Beacon Hill Parkian and Lower Mainlandian wildlife that day, which is to say more than just a handful of raptors. So we, being no fools, scrambled onto the ferry and went straight for the windowseats; it always takes the tourists ages to figure out where to sit. They seem to think, if they bumble around long enough, a Lido Deck will materialize and Julie the perky activities director will tell them where to go. As a result, they spend a great deal of time tumbling up and down the stairs like large, squashy Pachinko balls and end up wherever gravity finally has its way with them, usually the buffet.

As Christi and I settled into our window seats, tucking our backpacks under the seats, a group of Americans passed us by, looking for places to plug in their laptops. A nasal cry rent the air.

Can you believe it? What was the point of this whole trip? Why did we have to leave and come here? Victoria is just like Seattle.”

At that moment, in all innocence (for once in my life) I looked out the window and said, “Oh look, a bald eagle.”

Christi replied, in a loudly incredulous voice, “ANOTHER one?

New: Update on Eagles

Other eagle news on the raincoaster blog:

Catalina Island Eagles

Colorado Eagle Cam with three chicks

The latest on the Hornby Island eagles

The brand-spankin’ new Eagle Cam outside Swartz Bay

EVEN NEWER-ER

Peregrine Falcon Cam

and sometimes you don’t WANT to know

TIASearches that led people to my blog yesterday:

curling porn, "And with strange aeons death may die, " viggo mortensen porn, cocaine corner, wendy messner cbc, hooker story, red corvette middle age

Supah. So somewhere out there are several people with unslaked curling fetishes, some random Cthulhu cultists, and many, many sexually deprived, desperate middle-aged keyboard jockeys.

But…Wendy Messner????? Now THAT is kinky.

By Request

Viggo's black girlfriend is Josie D'Arby from some pathetic reality show of a few years ago; it's off nowadays. Latest completely unsubstantiated poop is that he was gonna marry his gay partner in London, as of two weeks ago; he did not. If you're really dying to know, he likes bossy women who know what they want and go home with strangers they meet in bars, so it doesn't actually rule many people out.

Except me. Ew! Not telling how I know that. Smart money says he's good at it, too.

As for the person who was searching for the Saskatchewan Lobster Recipe substitution, I am afraid I'm as clueless as you. But now, somewhat intrigued…