Friday, November 12, 2010

Bongo Man / Rivers Of Babylon - Jimmy Cliff (Live)

One of my favorite medleys...saw him perform it at WOMAD Festival in Redmond, WA years ago.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Veterans are approximately 1/5 - 1/4 of homeless population

Veterans are approximately 1/5 - 1/4 of homeless population

Something to think about on this Veterans Day...

Veterans are approximately 1/5 - 1/4 of homeless population

by Mike Montalvo on Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 11:40am
In 2009, the Department of Veterans Affairs estimated that there are approximately 131,000 homeless veterans, accounting for 20 percent of the entire homeless population.
National Coalition for Homeless Veterans
  • 23% of the homeless population are veterans
  • 33% of the male homeless population are veterans
  • 47% served Vietnam-era
  • 17% served post-Vietnam
  • 15% served pre-Vietnam
  • 67% served three or more years
  • 33% were stationed in war zone
  • 25% have used VA homeless services
  • 85% completed high school/GED, compared to 56% of non-veterans
  • 89% received an honorable discharge
  • 79% reside in central cities16% reside in suburban areas
  • 5% reside in rural areas
  • 76% experience alcohol, drug or mental health problems
  • 46% are white males, compared to 34% of non-veterans
  • 46% are age 45 or older, compared to 20% non-veterans
  • 45% need help finding a job
  • 37% need help finding housing
Roughly 56 percent of all homeless veterans are African American or Hispanic, despite only accounting for 12.8 percent and 15.4 percent of the U.S. population respectively.
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Monty Python's Flying Circus: Just the Words - Episode 27: Whicker's World

Monty Python's Flying Circus: Just the Words - Episode 27: Whicker's World

How To Put Your Budgie Down

ANIMATION: ends with an animated woman going into a laundromat. Cut to the interior of a laundromat. Various shabby folk sitting around. Mrs Conclusion approaches Mrs Premise and sits down.
Mrs Conclusion Hello, Mrs Premise.
Mrs Premise Hello, Mrs Conclusion.
Mrs Conclusion Busy day?
Mrs Premise Busy! I've just spent four hours burying the cat.
Mrs Conclusion Four hours to bury a cat?
Mrs Premise Yes! It wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.
Mrs Conclusion Oh - it wasn't dead then?
Mrs Premise Well, no, no, but it's not at all a well cat so as we were going away for a fortnight's holiday, I thought I'd better bury it just to be on the safe side.
Mrs Conclusion Quite right. You don't want to come back from Sorento to a dead cat. It'd be so anticlimactic. Yes, kill it now, that's what I say.
Mrs Premise Yes.
Mrs Conclusion We're going to have our budgie put down.
Mrs Premise Really? Is it very old?
Mrs Conclusion No. We just don't like it. We're going to take it to the vet tomorrow.
Mrs Premise Tell me, how do they put budgies down then?
Mrs Conclusion Well it's funny you should ask that, but I've just been reading a great big book about how to put your budgie down, and apparently you can either hit them with the book, or, you can shoot them just there, just above the beak.
Mrs Premise Just there!
Mrs Conclusion Yes.
Mrs Premise Well well well. 'Course, Mrs Essence flushed hers down the loo.
Mrs Conclusion Ooh! No! You shouldn't do that - no that's dangerous. Yes, they breed in the sewers, and eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories infringing their personal freedom.

Remembering Maurice Lucas: Video from the memorial service |

Remembering Maurice Lucas: Video from the memorial service |

Remembering Maurice Lucas: Video from the memorial service

Published: Monday, November 08, 2010, 9:37 PM Updated: Monday, November 08, 2010, 9:38 PM
Watch all the speeches from Maurice Lucas' coaches, teammates, friends and family during the service for him Monday at Memorial Coliseum.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Poem read by Bill Schonely at Maurice Lucas' Memorial

Should You Go First
By A.K. Rowswell

Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known.
In spring I'll wait for roses red,
When fades the lilac blue,
In early fall, when brown leaves call
I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see you smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No length'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy,
And memory is one gift of God
That death can not destroy.

Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you to do:
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take,
That I may walk the same,
For someday down that lonely road
You'll hear me call your name.


"One of the most compelling moments of the Maurice Lucas memorial today was when Bill Schonley introduced 'Luke' one last time...."

Bill Walton on Maurice Lucas' Passing

Bill Walton on Maurice Lucas' Passing

The Greatest Trailblazer Ever Maurice Lucas, 1952-2010
Death Don’t Have No Mercy In This Land


What do we do now ???

What can you say ???

Now that he’s gone and you realize that nothing’s going to bring him back.

Where do we go from here ???

Maurice Lucas was a proud, fierce and independent man. He lived in a world that did not encourage or value his greatest traits and strengths.

The nicest thing that can ever be said of someone is that they make other people better. No one ever made me better than Big Luke.

He was simply better than perfect on all fronts.

Big Luke was a towering, statuesque pillar of supreme principle where loyalty, commitment and leadership were a way of life---not just words of convenience.
Loyalty—the human attribute that enables people to achieve extraordinary things because we care. Maurice cared—about everything. He cared about right and wrong. He cared about truth and justice. He cared about his family, friends and teammates. And he was always willing to do something about it.

Commitment—the willingness and persistence to stick to what matters most. Maurice was ever so determined to make things come out right; he would do, and ultimately did, anything to ensure our success---at every turn.

Leadership---the ability to do what others can’t, or won’t do, themselves--- by pulling the team together, by defining the terms of the conflict, by leading the relentless offensive attack and by hitting first.

Maurice and I became teammates more than 36 years ago---the summer of 1976. It was in Portland, Oregon, for an NBA expansion franchise that had never done anything.

In our first meeting he told me we were going to win the NBA Championship—that season. He was right. He was always right.

In our very first game together, an NBA exhibition game in Portland against the Lakers of Kareem, Lucius Allen, Don Chaney, Kermit Washington and Coach Jerry West, with the game and everything else on the line--- the ball, our dreams and chances were rolling towards the out of bounds corner on the way to the Blazer locker room. With the clock ticking down, Maurice fought his way through countlessplayers—from both sides. After shaking everybody off and now with ball in hand and in complete control but with scant time to close the deal, Maurice drove the ball straight to the rim along the right baseline. The mighty Kareem came over to deny Maurice. They both rose higher than humanly possible and Kareem had all visible angles covered perfectly. But somehow, someway Maurice was able to contort his body around Kareem, glide under the basket and surface on the far side while still ascending. Big Luke threw down the most incredible reverse slam dunk right in Kareem’s face for the game winner at the buzzer. Maurice flung both arms and clenched fists in the air in the classic Muhammad Ali victory pose. And things were never the same again.

That night a tradition started in Portland. Whenever Big Luke was alternating between dominating and decimating, the always ready Blazermaniacs would roar LUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE as Maurice would destroy yet another hapless and helpless foe.

As healthy basketball teammates we never lost again.

The Portland Trail Blazers became the youngest team to ever win the NBA Championship—a mark that stands to this very day.

Big Luke was so important in my life that I named our next born son after him.

On the day when Little Luke was born, Maurice brought over to the house an autographed action shot of himself in full rage and glory. In the photo Big Luke was going for and after it all—like no one else ever could.

Maurice signed the picture to our son that day. It said, “To Little Luke, to make it in this world you’ve got to be tough, Big Luke”.

That special piece of art, inspiration and instruction hung over Little Luke’s bed his entire life until he left for college.

When Little Luke went on to chase his own dreams at the University of Arizona, we would go to his games as supportive parents. Our first time there in Tucson, Little Luke starts rolling and the Wildcat fans start their own LUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE chant.

Stunned and with more than the tears of a proud dad streaming down my cheeks, I immediately called Big Luke on my phone and said, “You’ve got to hear this”, as I held the phone up to the roar of the crowd.


Maurice was always there for all of us. He had our back, no matter what. When things got rough, as they invariably do in life, Maurice would always push his way to the front of the fray, muttering under his breath as he elbowed us to safety, “I’ll take care of this”.

Big Luke’s second son, David, a terrific young player on his own played at Oregon State. Whenthose Beavers made their way down to the southern sands of the Sonoran Desert to play Little Luke, Big Luke was there—he always was. Just to make sure that things turned out right.

There never has been anyone like Big Luke, with the rarest combination of intelligence,compassion, skill, touch, power, tenacity, toughness and the remarkable willingness to “take care of this”.

Maurice was as unique and indomitable a spirit, soul, force and talent as I have ever known. Hot as a pistol but cool inside.

It was a staggeringly endless list of people that he knew, places that he’d been, and things that he had done.

When the Blazers celebrated the 20th Anniversary of The NBA Championship---The Championship that Maurice had predicted and delivered---we were all there, now old and in the way, congregated at a current Blazer game having a great laugh of days gone by.

They needed some halftime entertainment to keep the restless Blazermaniacs occupied. They had a half court shot attempt promotion for a big prize that has become somewhat commonplace in the NBA these days. We’re all mulling around and in that special moment before the moment of truth, Maurice steps forward and mutters one more time, “I’ll take care of this”.

Dressed immaculately in a sharp-as-can-be suit and tie, and matched with the hardest and most uncomfortable looking shoes imaginable, Maurice walks out to center court to the roar of the crowd.


The guy hadn’t been able to play ball in years. He took the ball and swished the shot from mid-court. As if there was ever any doubt.


Big Luke finally met a scenario he could not take care of. He is only the latest to prove that these games of life are about a lot more than just hard work anddetermination.

He’s gone now--- leaving an un-fill-able void.

Maurice always breathed life into everything and everybody. He was life. He was light.

And in one final yet simple twist of fate and surreal harmonic convergence all the way to the last station on the line, Maurice passed away on the day that our oldest and youngest children both celebrate their birthdays, Halloween. The call came in from Little Luke—from the Laker locker room. At exactly the moment of Big Luke’s passing, our angelic daughter-in-law went into labor. Precisely 12 hours later, only a half a day gone by, we have our first grandchild. If I had myway, she would be named Luke. Five days later, we were there to help bury Big Luke-- on my own birthday.

And now he’s gone, and nothing’s going to bring him back.

And that’s the problem with being the best; with being the greatest trailblazer ever.

Because when you’re that guy, like Maurice Lucas always was, there’s never anyone else who can step to the front and say, “I’ll take care of this”.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Homeless Mascot Alert :)

RT @blazersedge: Squatch, the Seattle SuperSonics' mascot, shows up at Blazers/Thunder game in the Rose Garden with a "homeless" sign.
RT @blazersedge: Squatch, the Seattle SuperSonics' mascot, shows up at Blazers/Thunder in the Rose Garden with a "homeless" sign.

'La Salle's Got Talent' - Catholic Sentinel - Portland, OR

'La Salle's Got Talent'
La Salle Prep photo The winning act from La Salle Prep's talent show.
La Salle Prep photo
The winning act from La Salle Prep's talent show.

The students at La Salle Prep in Milwaukie raise money each year for peers at the De La Salle Blackfeet School on the Blackfeet Reservation in Browning, Mont.

The De La Salle Blackfeet School serves a community plagued by poverty, unemployment and education shortfall.

Officials at the Montana school depend on La Salle’s assistance to provide a Catholic education to the children in grades four to eight.

Last month, La Salle Prep hosted a talent show, with the audience voting for favored acts by slipping money into piggy banks.

Teachers and students showed off their talent in the theater, with a panel of three La Salle faculty members providing commentary.

'La Salle's Got Talent' - Catholic Sentinel - Portland, OR

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

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