New Orleans, City of Living Metaphor

~By Editilla O'rilla d'Aphasia One can often see more of New Orleans in the blink of an eye or casual glance than in all of the photographs, television exposes or movies every shown. Hidden in plain view, bundling out of flower pots or cool, shaded courtyard gardens behind little wrought iron doors with tiny windows in the middle of them, she is a city of living metaphor, and as such, must be handled with care. In this city, neither Cliche’ nor Metaphor will honor what they seem in life nor what you would wish of them in death. There is so much here to see, hear, taste and feel. But one must allow the Lady to serve. While necessity may be the Mother of Invention, and camouflage the Art of Survival, New Orleans is a Sashay of Masques. Even knocked flat on her ass and still down on her knees 3 years after the storm, this lovely city has them all beat for culture and surprise. Did I say "she"? "Her"? Oh yes, I definitely speak of Her, a Scorpio Woman at that! Respect her thusly, check expectations at the door... --and bring comfortable walking shoes.

Due in large part to the city's layout, her placement along several curves of the Mississippi river, New Orleans is shaped like several half-wheels, with streets splayed and crashing together at complex yet interesting intersections, like twisted spokes and broken axles. Yet as one travels away from the river they spread to the edges of the other wheels, merging into equally strange angles.
I know of only a few square neighborhoods, the Quarters being the more famous--though even within its tight confines of only 13 by 7 blocks people still manage to lose their place. But then again, that is why many come to this city, to lose their place and perchance find a new one. It is a great city for reinvention, redirection and restoration. The three "Rs".
With no straight or parallel lines, and no level sidewalks,
New Orleans is not a square city at all.
She is a complex, curvaceous and clever beauty.
This is of course one of the things I love about her.

So, amongst the many methods of orientation one should leave at home when visiting here is any normal sense of direction. This is a truly sensual city, but "direction" is not one of them. Don't get stuck on "normal". Leave normal at home, with your car keys if you can. Just forget them both. I have often met completely sober visitors, normal people, absolutely at a loss as to where they parked their cars--in the middle of the day!
If one can afford to drive here (HA!) then park the damn thing. This is just not a very good town for cars. One does not get away with "making the block" here. Try that and you will get lost every time--even on foot! No. It is best to use the public transit, bikes, or cabs, so you can look about while traveling around from courtyard gardens to cemeteries to art galleries and artists markets to music venues, or entire "music streets" like Frenchman Street where there are at least six or seven really great local live music bars in just the first couple of blocks. And of course restaurants.

Cliche as it may sound, one of my favorite ways still to see the city, or just get around, is on any of the street cars.
We do not call them "Trolleys".
It was a Street Car Named Desire.
The St Charles line runs from downtown all the way through the Garden District and Uptown, then turns at the river on Carrolton Avenue for about another mile or so. Then pay again and ride back the other direction. Depending on traffic, the ride might last two or three hours for the whole trip. When catching one downtown, it is always good wait to get on the 2nd one since there are usually two in a row as they tend to get pretty full (with tourists:) You will want to snag a window seat on the right side for both directions.I prefer the very back if possible, where the conductor sits when going the other direction. There is only one seat (the conductor's) but more windows, a wider view, and usually more room. If with a companion or group, all take window seats. Don't screw around with visiting each other, lest you make the city jealous. (Y'all can do each other in private back at the hotel or bar or wherever:) Look out the windows. Open the windows. Do not lean out the windows to take the last picture of your life. Shut up and listen. Get your cameras ready, since a good picture will jump out of nowhere here and it will most likely be one of the prettiest and/or the funniest (and tragic) things you will ever see in any other city.

At any point along the trip one may want to disembark for drinks or food or just to walk around. I highly recommend doing this. Get lost in the Garden District and just catch the next car every 15 or 20 minutes. Walk a few blocks towards the river to Magazine Street, where loads of galleries and shops are lined up like beat-up trunks full of treasure from a Ghost Liner.
My favorite shop on Magazine these days is Dirty Coast.
My favorite restaurant on that street amongst many favorites is Joey Ks. One may also be able to get a transfer rather than paying full price again. Ask the conductor. They will tell you anything and most of it will be true. Make sure to ask too if going to somewhere specific like Commanders Palace or someplace off the line. They will holler as you draw nigh.

There is also the Canal Street Car line and another which runs along the river to the bottom of Esplanade Avenue, the downstream border of the French Quarters.
That latter one, I think called "Riverside?", does not seem to be as regular as the other two. The Canal line is wonderful as it runs all the way to City Park, which is worth a trip all its own.
It is one of the largest city parks in the nation and is riddled with bayous and lakes. The city museum is there, as well as a huge sculpture garden.
New Orleanians LOVE this park and you can feel it in the air as very much a "heart" of the city, among her many, many, many sweet hearts.
I have several friends there who happen to be huge old trees. There are also several great local eateries around the park too. Again, ask the street car conductor for advise.
From there I believe one can take a bus straight down
Esplanade Avenue back to Rampart Street at the edge of the Quarters---just in time for cocktails at the Bombay Club !

Editilla O'rilla d'Aphasia
~publishes the daily New Orleans Ladder, a site for New Orleans news, Nola bloggery, videos, poetry, photography, music, food, incessant rantific exegesi on the Flooding of the New Orleans by the Exquixotic Corps of Engineers and humor yea'where'yat, post Kafkatrina Recovery for the City That Care Forgot
and the Presidente left for dead.

Three Little Bigs
~From Rope-A-dope Collaborative
~Review by Editilla O'rilla d'Aphasia
The Tao begot one.
One begot two.
Two begot three.
And three begot the ten thousand things.
~Tao Te Ching
Just ain't alot ya'can say about Zen now is there, eh? HA!
But, still, we try and such is the Joy and Life of Art for yer oh'so humble Editilla. It is one of the few things these days which begs me pause, breath or a second thought as arguably the last thing I have to keep the hellhounds at bay...
--disrailed Post Apocalypse NO.
Fine Art speaks for itself for me.
She takes care of fools and errant troubadours.

The picture above may not be quite "Life'sized" though the Books thereof are truly so, weighing in at perhaps 1/2 oz in toto, and 4 1/2 X 3 1/2 inches...
about the size of a cigarette case.
But, then again, how "big" does an expression have to be to carry "Life" or reconnect us with our reality? The smallest thing we use as our singular identifier used to be the Thumb Print. Now each of us can be had for a nano's ass, all the way up to Steven Hawking's diagram of Universe as a four dimensional manifold, which looks co(s)mically like that famous Zen Thingy: o
Hence, the idea of printing and publishing a book run "Thumb'sized" has always struck me as novel.
(Sorry, couldn't help that one:)(Foot In Mouth Disease)
But to show my own hand here,
I wash them every time before handling one of these...
--Gorgeous ...Little ...Darlings.
They are Hand Made. They are a Sight To Be Held.

What, Friends, Is A City?, by Mark Yakich,
is printed, as each member of the tryptic, in an edition of 96.
Y'all better hurry then and call these folks at Rope-A-dope...
(--as such wondrous pieces of work won't wast wong!:)
Small vineyard, High Quality Vintage. Gourmet. Vajra Diamond.
This edition of 96 is for 8 poems, which are placed 4 to a section, which itself (each section) is folded together as its own book, and hand bound.
These are contiguous placements that unfold in such a surprising way to give just 4 poems, their own of 2 Books in 1.
Nola Book Fair bookmakers of course know how this works, how the design and structure, the physicality of a Book --when so ingeniously applied-- will hold and present and preserve 1 Word as well and informatively as if it held 1000 words. But, it just delights Editilla to no end like opening a treasure puzzle.
Of course you will just have to hold it to feel the Author's name impressed on the hand silk screened covers. Just Beautiful.
But Mark Yakich's writing inside speaks even more so.
Here is one that grabbed me like a wrench:

After one draws a hundred
bodies from the river one
knows what all bodies look
like naked: it's not bone
here, a kneecap there.
But what if
you've never
drawn
a body?

The Painting, by Kate Schapira, paradoxically continues Rope-A-dope's 96 Unfolding of Literature. Paradox, the twin sista of Irony, in that The Painting is a Book. That is what I want to ultimately present here: each of these books and everything from their makers is A Work of Art on its own.
However, unlike so many "Pretty Books of Poetry" these works would not exist without the marrow they carry inside
which makes bleeding real.
In this, these bones are some of the prettiest I've seen dance.
Only this time the Book folds out into 5 squares to lay as an equilateral cross upon which to read the 4 poems hung there.
I just like to sit and look at the damned thing!
It has this regal deep purple inset sheet at each end, set in an off gray/blue cover which is itself impressed with designs and a simple color drip as if something bizarre spilt across it from the inside...Hell, I really have a hard time describing an Artifact which is so goddamned beautiful. Natural sensuality happens all over da'place in New Orleans in the blink of the eye on a sideways glance, but to think of these books as Made...
--just leaves Editilla speechless.
They speak for the damned and the blessed Sinn Féin.
Get Down! Get Back Up Again!
Really, I wish I could play music like this:

like age, alteration and handling
the painting as blue and pink smears
as women, men and trees, dresses and baskets
as series of visits or payments
as mustard and dark brown smears, later

as wall of the room that doubles
as bed and cardtable room, folds,
reopens, divides

Case Fbdy. by Kate Shapira, actually holds enough poems for a Table of Contents: 16. I saved this one for last since we know something of cutting up words (albeit where talented people use a scalpel Editilla generally goes for a chainsaw:) And, I have a link to another favorite Book not like this but much older and along the same lines: A Humument by Tom Phillips.
I recommend y'all read all about what he did, but the coolest thing for me was taking a rather stolid, misogynous, racist, effete Victorian novel and transforming it into a completely different way'mo'betta story... --by covering each page with a painting and leaving open to view only certain "randomly" chosen words to tell the tale. Really something lemme toll'yaz.
Here in Case Fbdy. Ms. Shapira states:
"The titles and some of the language in these poems come from a found page of text from a medical journal
or a book of unkown author, title, or date
(but presumably published after 1887)."
Weellll that about says it all, eh? HA!
Editilla always hangs onto any book which gives me a word to look up on the first glance. This time the word is: Fluctuant.
While one may think they know what a word means, I've learned with all things Rope-A-dope it behooves one to check it out.
(And Everyone Loves Medical Journal Stuff Right? Riiiight!:)
Kate Schapira knows how to use a scalpel:
At intervals
Coughing removes the streaks
on linen, replaces the blood.
If you were to. Rings, fluctuant,
are essentially chronic. In
sight of. Your held. No
room. There'll be no scar
to see. Procedures are
uncertain, syrups are soothing,
the doctors are very local. At intervals
the pin holds you to it and rages
in you, and reminds you. You're
in. They're sure. You will.
The table, covered in oilcloth,
will make a complete recovery.

We hope to have let this Fine Art speak for Itself here.
They did not ask me to do this "review". And like any good friend or fine thing, I can not recall how or where I ran across
Rope-A-dope Press. But, Editilla wonna toll'ya one thing:
we hope you all run your finger across them too. Soon.
I could go on and on about the Talent and Technological Dexterity behind these amazing these little books.
Why don't you all just check them out.
Gotta be the cheapest Book Shipping around.
Thank you so much to all the Authors, Artists and
Bookbinders of Rope-A-dope Press.

Thank y'all,
~Editilla O'rilla d'Aphasia

8-08-88~~8-08-08 McCommunism

"McCommunism."The Olympics: Unveiling Police State 2.0 ~Naomi Klein
~The games have been billed as China's "coming out party" to the world. They are far more significant than that. These Olympics are the coming out party for a disturbingly efficient way of organizing society, one that China has perfected over the past three decades, and is finally ready to show off. It is a potent hybrid of the most powerful political tools of authoritarianism communism -- central planning, merciless repression, constant surveillance -- harnessed to advance the goals of global capitalism. Some call it "authoritarian capitalism," others "market Stalinism," personally I prefer "McCommunism."

8888 Poem..”Peace and justice are indivisible” ~Burma Sitmone

Twenty Years ago..
There was No Internet
There were No Cell Phones..
To tell the truth of what actually happened behind…
The invisible wall of the World’s Biggest Jail Known as Burma…
There were killings of innocents..
The day and date were known among Burmese as 8888!
more here

Burma Night Train

Take that Burma Night Train
All the way to Mandalay.

Take that Burma Night Train
All the way to Mandalay.

Go find that Nobel Lady!
Go knock on her front gate!

If you want to talk of freedom
turn off your T.V.
If you want to speak of freedom
You had better turn off your T.V.
And if you want to Speak to Freedom...
You'd better talk to Aung San Suu Kyi!


I say Aung...San...Suu...Kyi!
I say Aung.. San...Suu...Kyi!
If you want to Speak to Freedom
You'd better to talk to
Aung San Suu Kyi!


You might take a bus
You might take a plane
You might make it or bust
You might go insane
but we gonna pull that Burma Night Train
all the way to Mandalay!
Go find that Nobel Lady!
Go knock on her front gate!
Knock On Her Front Gate!

Take that Burma Night Train
all the way to Mandalay.
Take that Burma Night Train
all the way to Mandalay.
Go to find that Nobel Lady.
We going to knock on her Front Gate!


'Please use your liberty to promote ours"

Kyay Zoo Pyu Pea .... Koo NyiBar
Kyay Zoo Tin Bar Dae
Om Mani Padme Hum

By Bruce Biles (c) 2007
Update 5/30-Due to rather quick interest in this song, I would like to offer it to be copied non-profit by anyone who would do the honor of keeping the music "in the pocket" and true to its composition, to spread and share and perhaps motivate the world to go to Mandalay, find Aung San Suu Kyi
--and Knock On Her Front Gate.
Any "profits" gained by my application of the copyrights will go
from me to Aung San Suu Kyi and any group promoted on the Burma News Ladder, founded by James Boyce--and without which I would have never been introduced to and hence fallen completely in love with the people of Burma.
It is to their joy,
To Freedom For Aung San Suu Kyi,
that I wrote and dedicate this song.
Please feel free to email me from profile.
Thank you,
Bruce Biles

Al Gore: Aung San Suu Kyi, Burma Needs You Now

Please feel free to copy, share and email
AlGore@algore.com
carterweb@emory.edu
post@nobelpeacecenter.org

Dear Albert Gore,
Congratulations on being awarded such a high honor!

Can you now join President Carter and call on all other Nobel Peace Prize laureates to gather together in Burma and demand en mass to meet with imprisoned fellow laureate Aung San Suu Kyi?

You must be prepared to remain in Burma until she is released from house arrest, the monks are released from prison, the people are free to assemble and Democracy is restored.

This is a situation which surely requires direct and timely action from the Nobel Peace Prize community.
We must be able to respond faster than this or we will forever be on the defensive against such oppression.

You guys have the world watching and need to strike now.
I know that you must have each others telephone numbers.

Aside from her years under house arrest and in prison, as a fellow Nobel Peace Prize winner Aung San Suu Kyi is under intense pressure by the brutal junta to meet with them under their conditions, and therefore legitimize their massacre of the people and monks. The junta continues to spin and deny this heinous assault on human rights with rallies, propaganda and expensive PR.

What is the point of having the Peace Prize if you cannot come to the aid of a fellow laureate who is imprisoned simply for being democratically elected?

If this illegal junta can get away with this then why can't any other regime imprison any one of you any time, any place they want for however long they want, as evidenced with Aung San Suu Kyi?
If you don't believe me then go and ask Than Shwe and the other criminals raping the land and people of Burma.
Demand a meeting with your fellow Nobel Laureate. Now.

Please gather together all of you Nobel Laureates and go to Burma and support Aung San Suu Kyi and Democracy in Burma.
You must demand justice for the people there, before we have to demand justice for all of you over here.

I don't mean to sound flippant but if you guy's can't stand up to this now, then we are all truly lost!

Please go to Mandalay. Find the Nobel Lady.
And knock on her front gate!

Thank you again for your hard work,
om mani padme hum,
écrasez l'infâme!

Thirst for power on the Mekong

In searching for articles to post on the Burma News Ladder
I discovered this piece of a few years ago, which had been reposted on the blog linked below. Such an expose on the Mekong River further illustrates Burma's place as a lynchpin of China's foriegn policy. What is more I found yet another thread to the tapestry of commerce covering the people of Burma.

By Lynne O’Donnell
01/06/2004

Since colonising Tibet in 1959, China has ripped out virgin forests, dug up minerals and metals, and dumped nuclear waste with little regard for the fragile ecology of the Tibetan plateau. To date, warnings from Tibetans and their advocates abroad about the damage caused by half a century of unchecked exploitation have so far been largely unheeded by the international community, but the latest stage of China’s development is set to end the silence the Chinese Communist Party has interpreted as global approval for its quest for wealth and power.

There’s not much left in Qinghai these days. Gone are the roaming herds of Tibetan antelope, white-lipped deer, Mongolian gazelle, wild oxen and donkeys. Deep craters scar the earth, which is no longer a lush carpet of grass and wildflowers. Few birds wing across the deep blue sky and any water that is left in the mostly dried-up river beds is black and deadly. There are hardly any people here, apart from a few poachers on motorcycles who slaughter the remnants of the once- great herds of Tibetan antelope, or chiru, for the fine fur that makes illegal shahtoosh shawls for the graceful necks of the fashionable demi-monde. Springs that used to refresh nomads and their herds of sheep, goats, yaks and horses have disappeared, grassland has been replaced by rocky desert, mountainsides have collapsed and the surface of the arid earth is pockmarked with abandoned excavation sites.

Indeed, large swathes of Qinghai, which have been part of China’s far south- west since an armed invasion in 1959, look like the moon. This is the obscene legacy of China’s modern gold rush on one of the most sensitive and important environments on earth – the Tibetan plateau, where 10 of the great rivers of Asia begin their journey through 11 countries. Those rivers – Mekong, Indus, Brahmaputra, Salween, Karnali, Sutlej, Arun, Manas, Yangtse and Yellow – provide water for more than 85 per cent of Asia’s people and almost 50 per cent of the world’s population. The Dalai Lama said in a speech marking the turn of the millennium, ‘Thus, the health of Tibet’s environment is not an inconsequential regional issue; it has a huge global significance warranting international attention.’

Please Read More Here

Pulitzers in Journalism --

Japanese photo journalist Kenji Nagai as he lay dying -- Sept 25, 2007.

"The prize for breaking news photography went to Adrees Latif of Reuters for his photograph of a Japanese videographer who was fatally wounded in a street protest in Myanmar."

Editor asks~How about a posthumous Pulitzer for Kenji Nagai?

Hat Tip and Thank you to~Kyi May Kaung

Overview of cyber attacks against Tibetan Communities

Published: 2008-03-24,
Last Updated: 2008-03-24 20:40:40 UTC
by Maarten Van Horenbeeck (Version: 1)

On Friday we reported on targeted attacks against various pro-Tibet non-gouvernmental organizations (NGO) and communities, as well as Falun Gong and the Uyghurs. In this somewhat long diary entry, I’ll break down those attacks and identify the things we’ve seen in working on these since early 2007.

This hopefully helps you identify the risk similar attacks would pose to your organization. The diary does not deal with one incident, but looks at overall findings.

1. The message

The sole goal of the message is to transport the exploit, and to convince the reader to click on it, so the malicious code can execute.

Several social engineering tricks have been seen:

• Messages make a strong statement on a well known individual or group, but do not mention its name. The attachment is then named after that individual. A state of 'cognitive dissonance' arises between the reader's pre-existent beliefs and the statement. This urges the reader to click the message;
• The writing style of the purported sender is well researched and mimicked;
• The content of the document matches the topic of the e-mail message;
• Legitimate, trusted, users are sometimes convinced to actually forward along a message back to specific targets;
• In a number of cases, “memes” distributed within the community have been reused. For instance, in a “viral” Word document was grabbed from a forum, edited to include the exploit and Trojan code, and forwarded onto other members of the community.
• Thank you. Please read complete Article here
  

A young Tibetan examines Chinese riot policemen standing guard in Kangding county, China (Teh Een Koon/AFP/Getty)

Some Useful Burmese Phrase and Font

Some Useful Burmese Phrase and Font

Kyay Zoo Tin Bar Dae Ban Bay Dah

Some Useful Burmese Phrase and Font
Some useful phrase and Font can be used in Burmese Blog C-box or Chat Box.
Burmese Font: You can copy and Paste in Chat-Box

English: Hello/Good Day/ Good Morning/ Good Evening
Burmese : Min Gala PahBurmese
Font: မဂၤလါပါ

English: How are you?
Burmese: Nay Kaung Lah
Burmese Font: ေန ေကာင္း လါး

English: Very Good
Burmese: Thake Kaung Par Dae
Burmese Font: သိတ္ ေကာင္း တယ္

English: Bad
Burmese: Ma Kaung Boo
Burmese Font: မ ေကာင္း ဘူး

English: This is Good News
Burmese: Dah Tha Din kaung Bear
Burmese Font: ဒါ သတင္း ေကာင္း ဘဲ

English: I got to go now
Burmese: Thwar Like Par Ong Mae
Burmese Font: သြား လိုက္ ပါ အ ုံး မယ္

English: Thank You
Burmese: Kyay Zoo Tin Bar Dae
Burmese Font: ေက်း ဇူး တင္ ပါ တယ္

English: Please .... help
Burmese: Kyay Zoo Pyu Pea .... Koo NyiBar
Burmese Font: ေက်း ဇူး ျပဳ ျပီး ..... ကူ ညီ ပါ

Google China Internet Filters

Understanding how Google.cn filters

The anti-censorship community has been hard at work today trying to figure out just how Google’s new Chinese search engine prevents access to controversial content. Nart Villeneuve, pretty much the smartest guy out there working on Internet censorship, offered a post yesterday with some early insights into how sites are being blocked.
One of the observations Nart made: Google.cn is working from a blacklist of URLs, possibly provided by Chinese authorities, possibly generated from following traffic to search results and adding domains that are consistently blocked by the firewall. This blacklist includes activist sites, news sites, homepage hosting and forum sites.
Please read more here.



HOW GOOGLE CENSORS ITS CHINESE PORTAL

~Search for images of "Tiananmen," as in Tiananmen Square, scene of the 1989 student democracy protest, on the China site, Google.cn. Most of the time the results turn up pictures of the Beijing plaza: a flock of birds soaring above the grounds, the square all lit up at night, tourists posing for the camera. Run the same search again on Google.com, the uncensored version used here in the United States, and the images are strikingly different. The highest-ranking results are photographs of tanks rolling into the square to put a stop to the demonstration more than 16 years ago. "Google uncensored shows a bunch of tanks streaming in there," said Danny Sullivan, founder and editor of Search Engine Watch. "Google China has smiling, happy people."
Please read more here.

Race For Tibet

Race for Tibet~The International Campaign for Tibet invites Tibet supporters to join our Olympics campaign, Race for Tibet, by participating in two events coinciding with the arrival on U.S. soil of China's official 2008 Olympics Torch.
At the University of California in Berkeley on April 7 and at U.N. Plaza in San Francisco on April 8, ICT will engage the public in an examination of China's human rights record in Tibet in this Olympics year.
Read more here.

Exile Group Says 30 Killed in Tibet
~China ordered tourists out of Tibet's capital Saturday while troops on foot and in armored vehicles patrolled the streets and enforced a strict curfew, a day after riots that a Tibetan exile group said left at least 30 protesters dead.
Read more here.

China rolls out tanks to suppress Tibet Protests

Hundreds and thousands of Tibetans and several foreign supporters held candle light vigil in Dharamsala on Friday, March 14, 2008, to express their solidarity as fellow Tibetans steered strings of protest demonstrations across Tibet against China’s occupation of Tibet.
Tibet.net[Saturday, March 15, 2008 00:14]
Dharamshala: Chinese armed police have killed around 100 Tibetans and injured many others for taking part in peaceful demonstrations, according to unconfirmed sources. These protests have spread from Lhasa to all over Tibet both in intensity and scale.

His Holiness The Dalai Lama has issued the following statement today.
"I am deeply concerned over the situation that has been developing in Tibet following peaceful protests in many parts of Tibet, including Lhasa, in recent days. These protests are a manifestation of the deep-rooted resentment of the Tibetan people under the present governance.
As I have always said, unity and stability under brute force is at best a temporary solution. It is unrealistic to expect unity and stability under such a rule and would therefore not be conducive to finding a peaceful and lasting solution.
I therefore appeal to the Chinese leadership to stop using force and address the long-simmering resentment of the Tibetan people through dialogue with the Tibetan people. I also urge my fellow Tibetans not to resort to violence."

OM MANI PADME HUM

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Unhappy Bad-day to Than Shwe

Unhappy Bad-day to Than Shwe
Than Shwe is the supreme leader of the Burmese military regime who has been carrying out human rights abuses on the peoples of Burma for over two decades.
2nd February is Than Shwe's birthday and Burma supporters gathering to make sure Than Shwe has an Unhappy Bad Day, rather than a Happy Birthday.
Lanna Action for Burma
www.lannaactionforburma.blogspot.com

Burma Trickle Down Economics

Thank you Irrawaddy