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DaysLeft poster from 2010
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05/14/2024

Police services, including both the Toronto Police and the RCMP, have been employing covert intercept technology without first obtaining judicial authorization, namely both police services have admitted to using Stingrays to capture private communications. The Stingray works by tricking nearby cellular phones into believing that it is a cellular phone tower. This causes all the nearby cellular phones to transmit all its outgoing data to the Stingray. Police are then able to learn which cellular phones are in the area, if they are stationary or moving, and with whom they are communicating with. This is currently being done without a warrant and arguably outside the limits of the law.

Criminal lawyer William Jaksa, based in Toronto, believes that all clients matter and works hard to ensure the best results for every client.

05/04/2024

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04/21/2024

police services, including both the Toronto Police and the RCMP, have been employing covert intercept technology without first obtaining judicial authorization, namely both police services have admitted to using Stingrays to capture private communications. The Stingray works by tricking nearby cellular phones into believing that it is a cellular phone tower. This causes all the nearby cellular phones to transmit all its outgoing data to the Stingray. Police are then able to learn which cellular phones are in the area, if they are stationary or moving, and with whom they are communicating with. This is currently being done without a warrant and arguably outside the limits of the law.

Criminal lawyer William Jaksa, based in Toronto, believes that all clients matter and works hard to ensure the best results for every client.

02/09/2024

ON THIS DATE (54 YEARS AGO)
January 27, 1970 – Van Morrison: Moondance is released.

Moondance is the third solo album by Van Morrison, released in February 1970. It reached #29 on the Billboard 200 Top LP's chart. In 2003, it was ranked #65 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of "The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time".

It's unusual for a decade-defining record to come out in that decade's first year, but that was clearly the case with Moondance. While it would have been one of the finest albums of any decade, it clearly marked a turning point both for Van Morrison and for rock as a whole. Coming after 1968's expansive, acoustic, jazz-inflected Astral Weeks, Moondance marks a complete about-face: instead of looking inward to the depths of his soul, Van turned his gaze towards sunnier climes, offering up a seamless disc of tightly composed and arranged tunes brimming with warmth and energy. Here the R&B influence that had been part of Morrison's tool kit since his days fronting Them truly came to the fore at last. "Crazy Love," "Caravan," and "Brand New Day" could have been covered by any great soul singer, even as they redefined "soul" through the filter of Morrison's eclectic sensibilities. An openhearted record full of truly inspirational moments, Moondance is Van at the absolute top of his game, setting the pace for everyone else to follow. Nearly every song here is a stone-cold classic, and Moondance has become embedded in the collective pop consciousness as one of the most important touchstones of its time.

LINER NOTES (1970 Original)
A FABLE
by JANET PLANET

Once upon a time, there lived a very young man who was, as they say, gifted. His gifts were diverse, and as he gave of them to others (for gifts are for giving) he found that they were most readily accepted and much desired. He began to regard his gifts rather tangibly after a short while, and soon the courtesans of a nearby palace were teaching him how to measure and label them, and how to mathematically compute their value.

After a short time it occurred to the young man that instead of giving his gifts, he might sell them. This idea better fit in with the new way in which he regarded himself. Soon his gifts were offered for sale all over the land.

Regularly, men would come to him or send for him, exchanging bags of silver coins that they had collected in order to obtain the young man’s gifts. Now and then a tattered man would appear, begging to be able to obtain the young man’s gifts for no silver at all, but the young man now only scorned these men, and sent them away with nothing but the memory of his bitter smile. Bitter it had become, for lately his sleep was being regularly disturbed by a terrible nightmare, so clear and real that he had become obsessed by it. It involved thieves coming in the night to rob his storehouses of all his silver and gold, leaving him with nothing. Nightly he would awaken, screaming with rage, “How dare they!!… To rob me of what is mine!!…Rightfully mine!!…Payment for my gifts!!” And so the young man set sixteen vested soldiers to guard his storehouse…horrible and cruel they looked with huge loaded guns that surely would have frightened away the devil himself. So frightening were the young man’s soldiers that all of the townspeople never ventured near his home, often taking long detours to avoid passing, in order that they might not be mistaken for robbers and chased by the sixteen grotesque soldiers.

And in the town itself there came a new polite attentiveness to the young man whenever he went to the shops for fresh bread and milk. It was not the feeling of the many similar mornings of the past, when people called greetings to him glowing from the joy of receiving his gifts, eyes glittering with love, the young girls blushing and running away, soft laughing mouths singing in his praise – all this was now over-shadowed with fear – the people feared his soldiers. They seemed, to the townspeople, to be the materialization of the very opposite of all the various feelings they had felt for the young man, “their” young man, whom they so loved, and just as the loving parents of a young one who deceives himself but refuses their anxious concern are agonized, so were the people of the town agonized that the young man had seemingly forgotten their never-faltering love, and thus…the deepest source of his gifts.

Clouds began to cluster over the town until the sun and sky could not be seen. They hung motionless for days, letting in neither sun nor moonshine, yet it did not rain and the wind would not come to move them. The grayness of the days made everything look solemn, or in the case of the sixteen soldiers’ visages, more horrifying than ever.

Soon the young man found that his lover had become ill, and lay in her bed unable to speak or smile or eat or sleep. The young man went to her in great concern, for she had adopted the still pallor of the skies. He offered medications and curatives to her, but to no avail. She remained almost motionless in her bed. On the seventh day of her illness the young man realized that the one thing that he had not tried was the one most obvious cure. His gifts! Surely they had cured everyone in the land of one thing or another.

He went to his lover in her chamber and commanded that no one disturb their communion for the afternoon. The servants were used to this order, although had they suspected that he intended to give his ailing beloved of his gifts, they most surely would have listened in at the keyhole.

The young man gave to her every facet, every subtlety and strength of his great gifts on that afternoon, and they seemed (in his own judgment) never to have been more radiant.

After the presentation, the beloved sighed deeply, got up out of her bed and walked, unsmiling, out of the chamber into an adjoining room.

The young man was knocked senseless with shock. She, still gray and unsmiling, had LEFT him in the face of the greatest of his gifts! Suddenly a ghastly unreal wave of uncertainty and fear overcame him. If he had not moved his beloved, if she had not been eased or even CHEERED by his most brilliant efforts, then had his gifts LEFT him? Was he mad? Or was it she? Was she trying to torture him…was her sickness all a sham to lure him into buying her some new bauble she fancied?

The young man writhed in the agonies of his misgivings, his fears, his anger. As if driven by demons tearing at his flesh, he stormed into the room where his lover stood looking out the window. Choked with emotion, he demanded an explanation for her cold, impersonal, seemingly unfeeling demeanor.

She seemed so calm, he thought, and new misgivings began to blend into his now thorough confusion. Also, he noticed, it was not really she who was gray, but simply the grayness of the day reflected on her face. This made him wonder anew if she had ever really been ill at all. His apprehension increased with each heartbeat, for his love for her never seemed so desperately important, nor her approval so necessary for his mind to be once again at peace. His very life seemed to depend upon the words that were forming on her lips.

He felt suddenly exhausted, weakened, chilled, burning. His doubts and passions, raging unchecked, had disfigured and banished the once gleaming image that he had come to regard as himself, and now he felt only an overwhelming, light-headed emptiness, vague yet dizzying. He sank wholly into listening to her then, and this is what she said: “I have watched you learning an alien tongue, and I have listened to you measure the qualities of the rose and of other men, and of yourself. In the sighs of our love making I have heard the analization of our gifts to each other, and because you had forsaken the act of giving, you cannot respect or desire me knowing that I am foolish enough to still believe in giving after you have told me that it is imprudent.

“I was sick at heart because of this, my beloved, and the clouds have come to the town because I am not alone in my sickness. For all people of your village feel just as I have – they cannot really understand why you ask them to buy gifts that were lovingly given to them not so long ago, and that the silver that they have paid you is guarded from only them by your grotesque soldiers. Yes, we have all felt the same sickness, my beloved, and the sky could not defy us, for we have keen sincere in our grief.

“And, YES, my beloved, you have cured my sickness by giving.”

The young man was jolted afresh by the simultaneousness of his lover’s smile and the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

“But you did not react to my gifts, you did not show delight or even approval,” the young man protested.

“It is not my nature to regard your gifts the same way I would a bouquet of roses, for the roses are a gift from your reasoning mind, and I in turn can exclaim in delight about their perfectness and aroma, where the other is a gift from your soul and beyond – your essence, the pure flow of your Spirit – which, because my love for you is so great, I can neither accept nor reject, enjoy nor disapprove of. Your gifts reach so deeply into the silences of my heart that a word, an expression, a smile, a tear…none of these things could ever begin to describe their effect upon me; they would only seek to categorize what is not a wave but the sea itself.

“What can I say, what expression can my face adopt that can ever truly express how your beauty touches me? It is my unbearable burden that I may never be able to tell you of the stirring you have caused in my soul, of the feeling of movement there after centuries of stillness. But above all else I shall never allow myself to limit the expression of my love by names or superficial praise. I could never praise you, but I could contemplate you as a hymn of all-creation for all-Eternity. Do you see now, my love, that you have given your gifts to me and I am well. But what of the people in the town who still suffer? And what of the longings in your own heart? I am really a very small part of you, and need little protection, for I dwell in the armor of love, which knows no dangers of death or poverty or disfigurement.

“But you have a harder path to tread than I, my love. Who will quiet the aching in YOUR heart, the ache which you have quieted in mine? Who possesses the gift to free YOUR soul, just as you are in the possession of the gifts that free the people of your village? Who can help you, beloved, and what will be the nature of his gifts? And what will be the price that HE will ask of YOU?”

The young man remained quiet for a very long while. His hands and breath were quiet, his eyes lowered in deep contemplation. Then, as the sun began to set, he and his beloved went out into the garden to await the coming of the moon.

ORIGINAL ROLLING STONE REVIEW
Long ago, Van Morrison reached that point where the influences on his music no longer mattered. It is as pointless to attempt to detect those influences as it would be for any musician to try to imitate him.

Van Morrison's music cannot really be imitated, because, as with Dylan's music, what one hears is not style, but personality. With each record -- Them Again, Astral Weeks, or Moondance -- one gets a sense that Van has achieved some ancient familiarity with his band and with his songs; no matter how the music changes, the long inventions of Van's singing, his full command of the musicians that play with him, and the striking imagination of a consciousness that is visionary in the strongest sense of the word, creat an atmosphere that instantly sets its own terms. Morrison's powers are clear: his strong gift for melody, his ability to move freely within virtually any sort of contemporary instrumentation, his verbal magic as inventive and literate as Dylan's, and most of all, the authenticity of his spirit.

Moondance is his first album in over a year. Unlike Van's masterful Astral Weeks, this one will be immensely popular; Van's picture already fills the windows of record stores and his new music is getting more airplay on FM stations than anything in recent memory.

Van's new album might send one back to the bright enthusiasm of "Brown-Eyed Girl" and the magic blues of Them Again; Van now sings with a magnetically full electric band, complete with piano, organ, vibes, and intricately controlled saxophones and flute. The band's performance has a stately brilliance; and if it recaptures some of the feeling of the earlier music, the past is serving as a rite of passage toward the celebrations of Moondance.

Van opens with "And It Stoned Me," a tale of boys out for a day's freedom, standing in the rain with eyes and mouths open, heads bent back: "Oh, the water, let it run all over me..." The sensuality of this song is overpowering, communicated with a classical sort of grace. "And it stoned me/To my soul/Stoned me just like jelly roll..." There is no strain for meaning in Van's words or in his voice. "Let it run all over me..." -- you feel the exhilaration almost with a sense of astonishment. The band, playing subtle, gentle rock and roll, surrounds the singer; here, as everywhere on Moondance, the horn arrangements are absolutely exquisite, as eloquent as a sermon in a backwoods chapel.

With "Caravan" one might begin to remember the early Impressions: the instantaneous aura of fantasy and desire that Curtis Mayfield created for "Gypsy Woman" tumbles down again as a fanfare on piano and the roll of drums and guitar open a composition of seductive grandeur. "Caravan" is a strange song; the images are easily real and the music is profoundly comforting, yet there's the edge of a story here that fades without ever revealing all it has to tell. "Now the caravan has all friends/Yes, they'll stay with me until the end...Gypsies...tell me all I need to know..." Woven between the fragments and framed by the textures of the horn with blazing imagination: "Turn up your radio/And let me/Hear the song/Turn on your electric light/So we can get down/To what is really wrong." The singer moves from the gypsy campfire to his lover and back again, with a lovely sort of affection. Van's singing is pure expression, pure sound; the band moves off and then forward again. A graceful soprano saxophone holds notes behind Van's words: "Now, the caravan is painted red and white/That means everyone is staying overnight..."

"It's a good thing he doesn't have much stage presence," said a friend after watching Van perform this song. "Otherwise it'd be too much to take."

"Into the Mystic" is the heart of Moondance; the music unfolds with a classic sense of timing, guitar strums fading into watery notes on a piano, the bass counting off the pace. The lines of the song and Morrison's delivery of them are gorgeous: "I want to rock your gypsy soul/Just like in the days of old/And magnificently we will fold/Into the mystic." The transcendent purity of the imagery seems to turn endlessly, giving back one's own reflection. Van's more abstract songs are mosaics of brilliantly chosen metaphors -- ambiguous and instantly recognizable. Morrison communicates directly even when he is most obscure; his visions have power, and the ambiguity of those visions is always unified by the sympathy of the music -- there is no "backup band" on Moondance any more than there is an "Lay Lady Lay." Something's been made; it stands, it won't be broken down.

Perhaps "Glad Tidings," which ends Moondance, is the song that most makes one want to come back to this album without even thinking about it. "Glad Tidings" is a vital, leaping promenade through the streets of the town; fast, clean rock and roll moves it along as striking horns guide the song, until they cue the chorus into an explosion of real joy: "Yeah, we'll send you glad tidings/From New York/DO DO DO DOOT DO DO/Open up your eyes that you may see/DO DO DO DOOT DO DO/Ask you not to read between the lines/Hoping that you come right in on time."

Moondance is an album of musical invention and lyrical confidence; the strong moods of "Into the Mystic" and the fine, epic brilliance of "Caravan" will carry it past many good records we'll forget in the next few years. Van Morrison plays on.
~ Greil Marcus and Lester Bangs (March 19, 1970)

TRACKS:
All songs written by Van Morrison.
Side one
"And It Stoned Me" – 4:30
"Moondance" – 4:35
"Crazy Love" – 2:34
"Caravan" – 4:57
"Into the Mystic" – 3:25

Side two
"Come Running" – 2:30
"These Dreams of You" – 3:50
"Brand New Day" – 5:09
"Everyone" – 3:31
"Glad Tidings" – 3:13

02/03/2024

THIS WAS MY STEP DAUGHTERS FIRST CONCERT
I TOOK HER OUT OF SCHOOL & TO THE SHOW FOR THAT DAY.

WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT & WITH WHO ??

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These words will have your account watched by many high level government agencies!!

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These Are Supposedly The Words That Make The NSA Think You're A Terrorist
Dylan Love Jun 13, 2013, 5:42 PM ET
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This is an (admittedly huge) list of words that supposedly cause the NSA to flag you as a potential terrorist if you over-use them in an email.

We found this on Reddit, where James Bamford, a veteran reporter with 30 years experience covering the NSA, is answering questions from the community. He just wrote a big profile for Wired on NSA director Keith Alexander that's really good and well worth a read.

This list comes from Reddit user GloriousDawn, who found it on Attrition org, a site that purports to follow the security industry, but the page was last updated in 1998. Take it with a grain of salt.

You may want to peruse this entire list yourself, but here are some of our favorites that stick out:

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