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The Monterey Bay Aquarium |
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Written by Russell Johnson
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Jellyfish, Monterey Bay Aquarium
©2005 Russell Johnson
For
a moment recently, I wished I were a jellyfish. Now, a jellyfish that has washed
up on a beach looks disgusting…like a discarded Ziploc bag. But the Jellies
at the Outer Bay exhibit at the Monterey Bay Aquarium in California have reason
to be envied.
Imagine
spending your life tumbling languidly in liquid suspension while thousands of
admirers ooh and awwh. Not bad for a gelatinous blob without heart or brain. Jellies
can, however, see, smell (so scientists say) and taste even though they would
make terribly inarticulate restaurant critics. And even though the sight of one
is enough to make a diver convulse in terror, most species of jellyfish, unlike
many objects of beauty, are not the least bit dangerous.
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Banff-Lake Louise: The Rockies in Rutting Season |
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Written by Russell Johnson
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by Russell Johnson
Video: 1st Snow
1MIN Windows Media
HDTV (41mb) Standard Web Video
”Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow” Frank Zappa
God tipped over the snowglobe and fresh flakes fall, frosting the castle and the Canadian Rockies.
On the banks of the Bow we sit, sprinkled with new snow, un-sullied by
foot and tire prints, un-yellowed by cats and dogs. It is the first
snow of the season. Holiday decorations go up, fireplaces blaze with
bonhomie.
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Game Hen: Manhattan's Tic Tac Toe Playing Chicken |
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United States & Canada
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Written by Russell Johnson
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GAME HEN: Manhattan's Tic Tac Toe Chicken
by Russell Johnson
So, why am I in New York looking for a chicken.
I first learned about a certain curious cluck in my local newspaper. At a
trial in Marin County, California, where I live, a psychologist
testified that the fact that a defendant in a murder trial was able to
compete in a game of tic tac toe proved his mental competence. The
defense cried "fowl", citing the chicken on Mott Street.
"Hey, chickens are dumb. If a chicken can do it, even a mental incompetent can do it."
I
begin my search on Mott and Canal, on the edge of Chinatown.
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Herbert Hoover in Atlantis: Mt. Shasta Inside and Out |
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Written by Russell Johnson
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Mt. Shasta from Mc Cloud, California ©2002 Russell Johnson
Story & Photos Russell Johnson
Why do the gods always live on or
in mountains while the trolls, barrators, falsifiers and other
pointy-tailed deadbeats dwell in the muck beneath the bridges? (As an
occasional glutton, I stand just a foul breath's distance from the
status of troll in Dante's scheme.) Why do the ordinary people scramble
in chaos around the friezes at the bottoms of temples while the
enlightened ones quietly meditate at the top?
High
places have always been magnets for seekers, scientists, lunatics and
people like me (a bit of all of the above), who are intrigued by their
unseen possibilities and awed by their beauty. William Randolph Hearst
fancied California's Mt. Shasta and built a Bavarian-style villa here
he named Wyntoon (his paramour Marion Davies called it "Spittoon").
Fearing that the Japanese might bomb San Simeon, Wyntoon became the
Hearst hideout during WWII. Shasta was also a retreat for Jean Harlow
and Herbert Hoover, but not together.
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Magmanamous Meanderings on the Big Island of Hawaii |
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Pacific Islands, Australia & New Zealand
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Written by Russell Johnson
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Magmanamous Meanderings on the Big Island of Hawaii
We
are walking across the a'a looking for a nene. a'a is Hawaiian for
chunky lava.pahoehoe is the smooth swirly stuff. It is almost as if
mother nature had stumbled and dropped a giant Bavarian chocolate cake
on the big island of Hawaii.
The
nene is the state bird, kind of a silly goose, supposedly descended
from a Canada goose that went far astray. It has claws instead of
webbed feet. The nene lives on the slopes of the Kiluhaea volcano.
There are signs warning us not to feed them. But I can't even find one.
If you feed them they wander the roads begging for food and
consequently become flattened by passing cars.
The nene is an endangered species.perhaps because it isn't too bright.
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Harpin' the Ling in Boonville, California |
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United States & Canada
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Written by Russell Johnson
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or Befuddled in Boonville
by Russell Johnson
AUDIO-MP3
Chipmunk
(left) went to the hob. "I shied the hob," harped Deacon,
"too codgy. " "There was a huge fister," harped
Chipmunk, "and the highman of the higheelers brought in thribs
deputies and shut 'er down." "Not bahl," harped Deacon.
"Gotta have a fister once in awhile to get it out of yer system."
(Translation:
Chipmunk went to the dance. Deacon didn't...getting too old for that
he "harped" or said. Chipmunk said there was a big fight and
the sheriff brought in three deputies to shut it down. Not "bahl"
or good, "harped" Deacon.)
Boontling
is an folk language spoken only in Boonville, in the Anderson Valley
of Northern California. It was invented in the late 1800s and had quite
a following at the turn of the century. Now it is only spoken by old-timers
and heritage buffs.
Boontling
has more than a thousand unique words and phrases.
A
Bucky Walter, for example, is a pay telephone. Bucky means nickel
and Walter was the name of the guy who owned Boonville's first telephone.
A horn of zeese is a cup of coffee.
Practical
Boontling for Travelers
ab
chaser- Someone who lives on the coast, an "abalone chaser."
Not to be outdone, ab chasers call Boonters squirrel bacon.
belhoon
- Dollar
blooch
- To chatter aimlessly. (also means to masturbate)
Boont
Dusties - The Boonville Cemetery
dinklehonk
- cow
gorm
- to eat
hyoottle
- hotel
kilockety
- to travel by train
kiloppety
-to travel by horse
trashmover
- heavy winter storm
weech
- a small child
zeese
- coffee. Named after a man named Zeese whose coffee, it is said,
"would float an egg."
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