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The Jetlev R200 can now be yours for about a hundred grand


The following was taken from the Jetlev200 history page.

With a minimal amount of flight instruction, you too can be flying back to the marina.


Raymond Li, a Chinese-born Canadian from St. John’s Newfoundland, first sketched out his JetLev concept on a yellow Post-it Note in 2000. After seeing his masterpiece on paper for the first time, Ray unceremoniously retreated, filing it under I for Impossible by burying it in the trash.

The sketch was long gone, however, Ray couldn’t shake his vision...he couldn’t shake his passion.

Three years later, Ray began conducting extensive research, concept development and testing on the first ever, water powered jetpack.

With assistance from the National Research Council of Canada in 2004, JetLev kicked into high gear and Ray conducted a series of unmanned flight tests.

 The first fully operational JetLev prototype was completed in August 2008.  A few months later, various clips from these test flights leaked online and went viral, surfacing on a variety of video sharing websites.

From 2009 to 2011, development continued and Ray and his team worked to perfect the prototype.

Finally, a model was ready for commercial production.

And after numerous prototype iterations, dozens of test pilots, hundreds of flights, thousands of hours and countless modifications, JetLev Technologies, Inc. has finally completed development of its JetLev R200 model, arriving Spring 2012.



Speaking of Eleanor Powell


Here she is in 1940 with Fred Astaire tapping to Fascinating Rhythm in Broadway Melody.




A tune for Egypt


We posted this for the first time the day Hosni Mubarak resigned, in light of the news coming out of Egypt today, it seemed appropriate to post it again.


There is only one tune for a day like today.

Young Egypt celebrates as Hosni Mubarak cedes power back to the Military (from whence it came) and rides off into the sunset.

I'm sitting here thinkin' ..... Pete Townshend.

Here he is on an acoustic with John Williams at Amnesty Internationals "The Secret Policemans's Ball" in 1979.

Won't Get Fooled Again.



A little different without the band.


Whoa ... is all I gotta say.



I repeat.



Deep Tissue Massage


This is what happens when unemployment goes through the roof.



People have way too much time on their hands.


The Great Doc Watson


Arguably the greatest flat picker in the history of American music and among the greatest pickers ever to take up a guitar anywhere on this earth, Doc Watson passed away this week at the age of 89.

Here he is with Jack Lawrence in 1991.

The Black Mountain Rag.



The Lion Sleeps Tonight


I went out looking for a good Joe King Carrasco video and wound up with the following, which is about as far from Joe King Carrasco musically as Joseph Shabalala and JKC are seperated physically.

Which is to say about a continent, if not two maybe three ..... depending on which way you're travelling.

It all kind of made sense as it was happening.


This is Ladysmith Black Mombazo in 1990 who have had so many guys go through the group that I'm not even going to try to identify this particular batch except to say that that's Joseph Shabalala out front.

They are appearing here with The Mint Juleps, who are Sandra, Debbie, Lizzie, and Marcia Charles along with Julie Isaac and Debbie Longworth.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight.



I don't even know what to say about this one.


From Bloomberg Business Week and Eric Spitznagel who clearly has way too much time on his hands.

Click on the photo below in the event you to have too much time on your hands.

Gregg Miller remembers the first time he realized just what an uphill battle he was facing with his new business. He was sitting backstage at the Pat Bullard Show in New York, waiting to introduce the world to Neuticles. He got into a conversation with comedian Joan Rivers, another guest on the show, and tried to explain to her exactly what he’d invented. “They’re testicular implants for pets,” he said. Rivers just stared at him blankly and asked, “What do they do?” Miller went into as much detail as he could, telling her how Neuticles help pets and their owners deal with the trauma of neutering. She just smirked at him, he says, and then repeated her question. “But what do they do?”

It’s difficult to quantify exactly what Neuticles do. Unlike the things they’re replacing —the actual scrotums that are removed during castration surgery—Neuticles don’t technically have a biological purpose. They’re an emotional Band-Aid for a procedure that Miller says “adds insult to injury.” He came up with the idea after noticing that his dog, a bloodhound named Buck, went through a long grieving process after being neutered. “Dogs aren’t stupid,” he says. “They would know if their eye was gouged out, or their foot was cut off. Why wouldn’t they know if their testicles are now missing?”

It’s that word—testicles—that makes his business especially difficult. It’s right there in the Neuticles name; “Neut-” stands for neutering and “-icles” for testicles. When he first launched the company, he hired a team of telemarketers to call pet owners and tell them about Neuticles. But describing the product was almost impossible without bringing up testicles. And testicles, even dog testicles, are not something most people want to discuss with a stranger who calls during dinner. It’s a subject that invariably leads to grimacing or giggling. Even Miller, who’ll be 59 years old this week, can’t avoid the puns. “When Neuticles were introduced commercially in 1995,” he says, “people thought I was nuts.”

Seventeen years later, Neuticles—still based in Miller’s hometown of Oak Grove, Mo., a suburb of Kansas City—have become a huge commercial success. Miller estimates that 517,223 neutered pets, living in all 50 states and 49 countries, are proudly (and unsuspectingly) wearing Neuticles. And they now come in a variety of styles and, yes, sizes. The less expensive option (priced from $119 to $149 for a set) is made out of rigid polypropylene and is, Miller believes, “easily detected” by discerning dogs, while the more expensive version (the UltraPLUS, which can cost up to $600) is made from silicone and, according to Miller, is “very lifelike.”


Which reminds me of my all time favorite Far Side cartoon.

Click on the cartoon below for


Chernobyl or Chaplin? ...... Chaplin.


My mood is being affected by the relentless, endless bad crap I've been reading lately.

The little wiffer suggests that maybe my mental health would improve were I to just spend a couple hours on the couch with her, watching Little House on the Prairie and Waltons reruns.

I dunno ....... maybe if she were naked.

So anyway, as you won't see below, on this day in history the Chernobyl nuclear tragedy began.

I've had this post hanging around for over a year as last year I forgot I had it until about July and it subsequently was never posted.

So anyway, this morning I pulled it out again and started reading through it having been notified that today was the day by my trusty little tickler program.

"Damn, this is some bleak stuff."

I deleted the whole thing.

Here's Charlie Chaplin from Gold Rush.

Infinitely better than Chernobyl, The Waltons, or Little House on the Prairie.



The Great Levon Helm


Levon Helm passed away today at the age of 71.

I never got to see The Band despite having tried hard three different times.


I had a couple good friends, ten or so years older than I am who got to see them perform a bunch of times all over Ontario, first backing Ronnie Hawkins and then later on as Levon and the Hawks.

I was and am incredibly envious.

Still, I've watched Last Waltz or portions of it at least a couple hundred times as it sits comfortably somewhere at or near the top of my "current pile" of music cds, books and video's, right there next to my headphone amp just about 2 feet from where I always sit, here in my office.

As it has ever since I've had this office.

From Last Waltz and their last ever performance together, this is Garth Hudson on the organ, The Band's other great voice, Richard Manuel on the piano, Rick Danko on bass guitar and vocals, Robbie Robertson on guitar and Levon Helm on drums and lead vocals.

Levon and the Hawks.

A.K.A. The Band.

Up on Cripple Creek.



The Pogues


Up until the Pogues there has never been anything that even remotely resembles the Pogues, who offered up an electric mix of Punk crossed on Irish folk music.

Tonight, depending where you happen to be, you can hear any number of bands that sound a lot like the Pogues including most notably Black 47, The Dropkick Murpheys and hopefully the Pogues themselves whom I believe still soldier on. 

Here they are at the absolute top of their game in 1988, live in Japan.  

This is Shane MacGowan on Vocals, a seemingly bored Spider Stacey on backup vocals, Penny Whistle and cigarette, James Fearnley on the Accordian, Phil Chevron on Guitar, Andrew Rankin playing Drums, and Darryl Hunt on the Bass.  Jem Finer who you never really get to see is somewhere playing the Banjo and Terry Woods who you also never really see is on the Mandola (think big Mandolin), the headstock of which you do get to see.

The Pogues.

If I Should Fall from Grace With God ... which I'm sure will never happen.



And because Jem Finer has moved to the saxaphone and catches a little face time on this one and even more because there are times when it's only a little Irish Punk that truly satisfies.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah ... not Year, Year, Year as some would have you believe.



The fan at the front of the stage is there to keep Shane from falling on his face.


Cute Stuff



We received this one three times this morning including one from the wiffer.

I'm figuring it'll be viral by Friday morning.



Dead Parrott


Chris H. had never heard of the "Slowly I Turned" bit which doesn't even seem possible to me, but then I suppose you have to be of a certain age to have had this one pounded into your cultural frame of reference.

He asked if we knew of any other "old comedy bits".

Well, I guess if your gonna post "Slowly I Turned", might as well bring in the Dead Parrott.



Look to the west tonight at dusk


I should have gone through my email yesterday as I would have known to go check out the sky for a fairly rare conjunction of the three brightest lights in the evening sky, Venus, Jupiter and the Moon.

No matter, the show is back on tonight although configured somewhat differently.

Thanks to Judy M. for the heads up.

Look to the west tonight at dusk. 



The Aurora Borealis from The International Space Station


We're back to practicing avoidance around here for a while as the stuff we've been grinding on is just too depressing to work at posting.

Besides, as we are in the midst of almost nightly arguments over just what exactly it is that's going on out there and just what exactly do it mean, we have no thinking worth posting right now anyway.

Besides again, I just took on a second project which is beating the crap out of my not nearly as spry as it used to be body, the result being that I've been coming home, pounding the Advil and sucking on a bottle of Merlo in front of the fire rather than sitting in my office and reading crap that makes me crabby.

I'm starting to think that this may well be a superior approach to life.

Anyway, Holly B. sent us just a raft of real good video from NASA and

The first two vids were shot from the International Space Station, the third from the ground.

Earth can be a beautiful place when the idiots aren't busy screwing things up. 





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