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There’s only one story in the world today, as far as my people are concerned.

Go to Hazel‘s to hear it.

I will tell you how I come into it later.

‘WILL THEY REMEMBER ME WHEN I’M GONE?’

MISSING

By Susan Musgrave

Missing’s a word that can’t begin to describe

the way I miss you more each day;

You left to chase the wind on high

and the rain rained down to stay.

Will they remember me when I’m gone, you said,

when I’ve kissed goodbye to pain;

Or will their lives just carry on

in the small hours of the rain.

You may be lost in the eyes of the world,

but how can I set you free;

When there’s a whole empty world in my aching heart,

you’re the missing part of me.

Ruby Anne Hardy, Jacqueline McDonell, Jennie Lynn Furminger,

Sarah de Vries

Heather Bottomley, Andrea Joesbury, Marcella Creison, Dawn Teresa Crey

Elaine Allenbach, Debra Lynne Jones, Angela Arseneault, Lillian O’Dare

Mona Wilson, Michelle Gurney, Cindy Beck, Laura Mah

Sheryl Donahue, Wendy Allen, Julie Young, Teresa Triff

CHORUS

How far from home is “missing”?

In our prayers you’re close beside us every

day;

When you left to chase the wind so high,

the rain moved in to stay.

Will they remember me when I’m gone,

you said,

when I’ve kissed goodbye to pain;

Or will their lives just carry on

in the small hours of the rain.

You may be an orphan in the eyes of the

world,

can we ever love anyone enough?

You’ll always have a home in our loving

hearts,

You’re the missing part of us.

Sheila Egan, Rebecca Guno, Angela Jardine, Brenda Ann Wolfe

Georgina Papin, Sherry Irving, Helen Hallmark, Tanya Holyk

Leigh Miner, Inga Hall, Patricia Johnson, Yvonne Boen, Tiffany Drew

Julie Young, Janet Henry, Dorothy Anne Spence, Ingrid Soet, Elaine Dumba, Sherry Lynn Rail

Jacqueline Murdock, Olivia Gale Williams, Catherine Gonzalez, Heather Chinnock

CHORUS

How far from home is “missing”?

In our prayers you’re close beside us every

day;

When you left to chase the wind so high,

the rain moved in to stay.

Will they remember me when I’m gone,

you said, when I’ve kissed goodbye to pain;

Or will their lives just carry on

in the small hours of the rain.

How can we believe in a merciful world

that could never believe in you enough?

Take what strength you need from our

fearless hearts,

You’re the missing part of us.

Taressa Williams, Diana Melnick, Kathleen

Dale Wattley, Catherine Maureen Knight

Wendy Crawford, Elsie Sebastien, Marnie Lee Frey, Stephanie Lane

Frances Young, Nancy Clark, Cindy Feliks, Dianne Rock

Kerry Lynn Koski, Sereena Abotsway, Andrea Borhaven, Maria Laliberte

Yvonne Abigosis, Verna Littlechief, Dawn Lynn Cooper, Linda Louise Grant

CHORUS

Missing means you’re gone, I can’t find you;

My dear one, I’ll never hold you again.

You left to chase the wind too high

and the rain can’t wash my tears away.

Will they remember me when I’m gone,

you said,

when I’ve kissed goodbye to pain;

Or will their lives just carry on

in the small hours of the rain.

You may have disappeared in the eyes of the

world,

but when I close my eyes I’ll always see

your name, they way you smile, inside my

wishful heart,

The missing part of me.

sunken treasures: aircraft 20,000 leagues under the sea

There’s something inexpressibly eerie about these 60- some-odd photographs of WWII-era planes and ships lying in their watery graves. Truly, the ocean depths are as close as we can get to an extraplanetary experience; this is not our world. We are slow, clumsy intruders blundering our bubbly way from one unspeakably ghostly site to the next, the silent life which teems all around us more alien than any of which fiction has conceived. We do indeed live on a placid isle of ignorance, and it is not meant that we should voyage far.

Sunken Sponges

Sunken Plane

Sunken Ship Stairway

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Mystery pedophile suspect on the run

Canadian Christopher Paul Neil, a 32-year-old English teacher who has taught in South Korea and Vietnam, is being sought in the infamous case of a serial pedophile who extensively photographed himself raping Thai boys as young as six, uploading the 200 + pictures to the Internet, but digitally altering the photographs to hide his own identity (although not those of the victims).

Christopher Paul Neil digitized

His whereabouts are currently unknown, and it is believed that he is attempting to evade capture.

German experts attempted to uncover an identifiable picture of the suspect by undoing the manipulations, giving the above final image. This was enough to get an ID on a suspect, Christopher Paul Neil, who has posted on the Korean Job Discussion Board using the name Peter Jackson.

Christopher Paul Neil

a current picture of Christopher Paul Neil at Bangkok Airport

Among other things, his posts mentioned how he got around the mandatory criminal records check for English teachers.

Police checks are NOT needed to get a visa. Public schools will want one but you should be able to stall them. Often they want teachers SO quickly that they will “wait” for some things. I never gave a police check for my last public school job. I was in Vietnam at the time and getting one wasn’t easy. I delayed and never heard about it again.

and how to hide things from inspectors:

[I]’ve never heard of porn been a problem in Korea. On my first trip there in 2000 I remember reading the customs declaration form while on the plane. I was SO nervous for the remaining hours on the plane because I happened to have a couple Penthouse magazines in my bag. I ended up tossing them in the bin at the airport washroom, only to find out that no one would have found them anyway.

In terms of computers, if you’re worried about any “content” there are several ways to encrypt your drive. A friend has highly recommended Truecrypt, which you can download.

If you want to get rid of old files so no one will see, then simply deleting them will not work. You’ll have to get a program like Jetico’s BC Wipe and “delete with wiping”.

He worked in Wonsam (near Yongin) and then Gwangju in Jeollanamdo, and wasn’t beloved by co-workers, it appears:

I knew him as a pretty normal guy, as far as ESL teachers go. I didn’t work with him (his former school has been informed, and if they know anything, they’re not telling at this point.) To be perfectly honest, I perceived him as the kind of guy who didn’t have much luck with girls and would be comfortable purchasing sex (just based on his overall presentation and some comments he made regarding working girls in Thailand.) I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had had a fake degree or passport– but I would never ever have guessed that he was sexually into children. We didn’t discuss it, and I never saw him around children.

A standard Zeta male.

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RIP: Marcel Marceau est mort

Words fail me, so here:

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over the viaduct

Yet under the blanket.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to tolerate the flying vermin which have infested my house for the last three months long enough to blog this, but I’ll try. As I said recently, I don’t look like I’m typing; thanks to the fruit flies which attend every vegan hippie like the pages surrounding Cleopatra, I look like I’m Carol Channing, playing to the back rows on Broadway.

But I’ll try.

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I didn’t really believe it. None of us really believed it. Until the blanket. Until they pulled out the blanket and draped it over him and even then, still, some primal instinct within us was wishing, hoping, truly believing that they’d tuck it under his chin and say, “There you go, Fred,” and he’d say thanks, it’s cold out, but the only one who said it was cold out was the nurse who’d been working on him ever since the car hit him.

And as they pulled the blanket up over his face, it got even colder.