Until Super Ball, I was still skeptical that Phish was heading in the right direction. A handful of bad show experiences, Trey’s impatience, and the general crowd-pleasing nature of the

For my brother… My dear, dear brother. You are going through an incredibly devastating breakup. Forget about her. She’s not worth it. 

Life is quite simply a series of challenges you must overcome. Get through one test with grace, be rewarded with the outcome. Fail, and the test continues to take shape.

I have been tasked with tending to the neighbor’s garden and feeding their chickens for a week. The garden has been a pleasure to work with, but the chickens on the other hand, have been sort of tricky.

Phish’s music has taken on a variety of shapes over the years. What started as a group of goofy-looking white guys playing music in Vermont, has turned into one of

Religion has caused more destruction to our world, civilization and all of mankind, than any nuclear bomb ever could.

Here’s a quick video sample of Ryu and Carrie. They’ve been in love for quite some time. So much fun to watch.

By Jeanne Weaver, Aussie Times, January-February 1993

Working on the farm with our instructor Ian Caldicott

by Mari Taggart Morrison, From Ranch Dog Trainer, Dec ’98/Jan’99 pp. 8-11

From Shaun Ellis’ Biography

Ellis is determined to keep living with wolves. It has cost him his family and home — his partner and four children left him because of his total dedication to wolves. But he truly believes he can make a difference.

Nya, Ryu, as you can see, some people enjoy Squirrels.

Those who make decisions based on ego end up ignoring common-sense to get what they want. The bigger the ego, the harder the fall.

Quick note: This essay brought tears to my eyes. I hope everyone understands the devastating state of the pet population. Please do your part, help find a good animal a good home.

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

They live in terrifying conditions, constantly being abused by the people who torture them. They’re never given praise, never told that they are good dogs. They have no love in

“Thieves and crooks who steal and cheat in the name of their god and religion, are the ones you need to look out for the most.”