by Alex Chadwick
A researcher at Montana State University has found a micro-organism in a plant in South America that could fuel vehicles one day. The unusual fungus contains the essence of diesel, which one could use to run a bus, for example, without processing it at all.

Professor Gary Strobel discusses his findings on “myco-diesel,” which are being published Wednesday in The Journal of Microbiology in London.

Dr. Strobel made the discovery by chance, while collecting fungus from the stem of a tree in an old forest in southern Chile. When he finally got around to sending it off for sophisticated analysis — years later — he discovered that this version of Gliocladium wasn’t like others he’d encountered before.

“I’ve scoured the earth for not only organisms like Gliocladium, but many other endophytes [a plant that lives in the tissue of another plant]. I’ve been to almost every rainforest on the planet,” he tells Alex Chadwick. But, “in over 50 years, I’ve never seen anything like that.”

Why would a fungus create diesel? Essentially to protect from plant invaders, he says.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=96574076
Audio also available at that link.

Hollywood is often described as a dream factory, but really it’s just as often a salvage yard. Anxious studio executives would rather bet their $100m budgets on nostalgia instead of new ideas, which is why, against all odds, Sid and Marty Krofft are back in business.

The Krofft brothers, both now in their 70s, have a showbiz story that dates to the final days of vaudeville. But for children of the Nixon years, their name is the brand behind some of the strangest TV programming of the era, shows such as H.R. Pufnstuf, Lidsville, Land of the Lost and Sigmund and the Sea Monsters.

Those low-budget shows had actors in rubber costumes, fluorescent puppets and psychedelic sets that were hopelessly dated by the 1980s, and, by the end of that decade, the same could be said of the Kroffts. Today, though, thanks to the Hollywood appetite for all things kitschy and high-concept, the Kroffts are poised for the biggest payday of their career — unless, of course, they strangle each other first. “Things did get lean, but we never gave up,” said Sid, 78, the smiling, soft-spoken dreamer of the two.

His brother, sitting next to him at their Los Angeles office, rolled his eyes. “We? I wouldn’t let you give up,” snapped Marty, still the dealmaker at 71. “I wouldn’t let us sell the rights to our old shows. That is why we are where we are today.”

And where they are isn’t a bad place to be. Universal Pictures has just finished principal photography on a $100m adaptation of Land of the Lost, the mid-1970s Krofft show about a family stranded in a jungle teeming with dinosaurs and hissing reptile-men called Sleestaks. The remake is a comedy starring Will Ferrell, and Universal has circled it as its big popcorn movie for summer 2009. The Kroffts — who spoke about the franchise at the Comic-Con gathering in San Diego in front of 6,000-plus fans — will get a percentage of the profits and make a mint from licensing deals.

The Kroffts, however, are bickering all the way to the bank, which is no surprise. “To hear Marty talk, I’ve never worked a single day,” said Sid, who at age 15 joined the Ringling Brothers circus as a puppeteer and proved so adept that he would go on to become an opening act for
the Andrews Sisters, Judy Garland and Cyd Charisse. Marty had joined the act by the late 1950s, and from then on the two puppeteers were locked in a contest to prove who was really pulling the strings. Sid was the creative force, but Marty was the one who made sure the act actually made it to the stage.

“Oh, I’ve earned my pay, believe me,” Marty said. “It’s not easy for two brothers to work together.”

An example came up almost immediately. Sid was sharing one especially windy tale when his brother groaned. “Sid, I thought you were telling a story about `Land of the Lost.’ What happened to that?”
“I’m getting there, Marty,” Sid said. #8220;You know I can tell long stories too, just the way you do.” Marty answered through a clenched smile: “That wasn’t very nice.”

A few minutes later, Sid decided to clear his conscience by revealing a 50-year-old family secret — “We’ve been living with this lie for decades,” he said — and his younger brother was apoplectic.

“Now!? This moment, right now, you decide you need to tell all of this?”
Sid,
the man who dreamed up deliriously strange Saturday morning characters such as Weenie the Genie, Horatio J Hoodoo and Chaka the ape-boy, looked bewildered by his sibling’s fury. “Well, Marty, I don’t see the harm. It’s history now.”

There are still plenty of young dreamers, oddballs and colorful hucksters in the entertainment industry, but, really, the modern corporate era has wiped away most of the greasepaint charm of the industry. In the flashbulb era, big stars were bigger and tall tales were taller. For example, take the celebrated Krofft family history: Sid and Marty are supposedly fifth-generation puppeteers, dating to the opening of the Krofft Theater in the early 1700s in Athens, Greece. It is a truly amazing tale and cited in almost every article every written about them, and it’s the first line of their bio.

It is also not true. It was cooked up by a New York publicist in the 1940s. The brothers have carried it with them ever since, until Sid Krofft suddenly decided to clear his conscience in an interview for this story. “It became a trap,” Sid explained, shaking his head. “I was telling Marty the other day how bad it is that some of his children even have heard it and believe it.”
There are other vivid moments in the Krofft biography that test credulity. Marty, for instance, says that Brian Epstein, manager of the Beatles, called him seeking tapes of “H R Pufnstuf” so the band could keep up to date on the psychedelic Saturday morning show. Of course, Epstein died in 1967, two years before “Pufnstuf” even went on the air.

But, at some point, subjecting the old Hollywood to too much Digital Age scrutiny becomes a crass exercise. Really, should the men who brought the world “Lidsville,” a live-action show about giant talking hats, be expected to keep real-world details straight?

Their father was actually a clock salesman. He took his family south from Canada to Providence, R
I, to find more opportunities. The family ended up in New York. Young Sid’s flair for puppet design and puppetry ended up opening a door for the whole family. His father joined him on tour — which inspired the “fifth-generation” fib — as “pretty much an apprentice,” Sid said. Father and son were performing in Paris when, back in New York, Marty
rummaged through his older brother’s trunks and borrowed his puppets to begin making money on stage himself.
In 1958, the act was the Krofft brothers and the venue was the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas, where they were opening for Garland. The critics raved about the act, but when
they took it on tour, Marty was haranguing his brother every night about the bottom line.

“My brother was getting $1,500 a week from Judy Garland, and it cost $2,000 a week to travel the act,” Marty said. “But always, Sid would spend what we made — and more — on the show.”

Sid smiled. “If we didn’t put everything in the shows, they wouldn’t have
been as good as they were. … That’s all that people see, what’s up on the screen. That’s where the magic is.”
In 1961, they premiered an adults-only puppet show, Les Poupees de Paris, at a dinner club in Los Angeles called the Gilded Rafters. Mae West, Richard Nixon and Liberace were in the audience on opening night. Johnny Carson caught a performance and deadpanned that it was the only performance he had ever seen by “naughty pine.”

The Kroffts began renting out their puppet and production savvy. They designed stage productions for fairs and amusement parks, took corporate work from Ford and Coca-Cola and did some work for Walt Disney as well. Marty had crossed paths with the entertainment icon in 1959; he was at the Polo Lounge having drinks with Cyd Charisse when Disney stopped by to chat and gave him a bit of advice.

As Marty remembers it: “He told me, ‘The one thing to remember is don’t ever sell anything you create and always put your name above the title, whatever you do. They’ll fight you off from doing it, but stick to it.’ The only thing he didn’t tell me was how to save money.”
A few weeks before the Los Angeles interview, Marty was roaming the set of “Land of the Lost” out near the Trona Pinnacles, the eerie, tufa rock formations that jut up from the desert floor past Palmdale. The spires were formed beneath the water of an ancient
alkaline lake, and they have been used as a Hollywood location dating back to the ’60s TV series Lost in Space.

“Look at this place. I never thought I would live to see one of our shows become something like this,” Marty said as he shaded his eyes from the sun. He nodded toward the trailers, tents, cameras, sets, props and a small army of crew members. “They spend more in one day than we spent in a year of making our shows.”
That’s a common pattern these days. Any character that was ever featured on a child’s lunchbox is fair game for a big-budget Hollywood treatment. Superhero films, of course, are a full-on bonanza, with the latest, The Dark Knight, setting box-office records by the day.

The movie adaptation of Land of the Lost looks like the last great hurrah for the Kroffts, but if you listen to the relentless pitch of Marty, the windfall is just the beginning. He said the Krofft library may now be worth as much as $25m and could become “the next Marvel Comics,” a reference to the comic-book company that has watched its 1960s creations (Spider-Man, the X-Men, Iron Man, etc.) take flight as 21st century blockbuster films.

“The Krofft era,” Marty declared, “is starting right now.”

Perhaps, but all of the other Saturday morning shows in the Krofft library are
not easy fits as feature films. The brothers say they have a former writer for The Simpsons working on a script for Sigmund and the Sea Monsters, the show that has Billy Barty portraying a skittish little
marine monster with tentacles (he resembled a pea-coloured SpongeBob SquarePants with seaweed for hair) who is taken home by two boys. A movie could be a sort of meld of E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial and Splash,” the Kroffts hope.
Most of all, the brothers would love to make a feature film out of H.R. Pufnstuf, the show Sid describes as “our first baby.” The plot was about a teen, portrayed by the Oscar-nominated “Oliver!” star Jack Wild, who finds himself on Living Island (where everything — houses, books, plants, candles — can talk). He meets the title character, a rotund dragon, and matches wits with a shrill witch named Wilhemina W Witchiepoo..

After watching Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Marty knows who he wants to see wearing the witch’s crooked nose. “How great would Johnny Depp be as Witchiepoo? Maybe he’ll read this, right? Look, all we need is a star. And a story. Hey, you know what Michael Eisner has said about the Kroffts for years? He said, `The Kroffts always have one more show in them.’ “

The brothers, by the way, deny the popular perception that they were gobbling major amounts of LSD while making the shows. “I’m a runner, and I thought of them during my runs on the beach at Santa Monica,” Sid said. “That’s where they came from.”

But the Kroffts certainly were willing to try anything, and they went well beyond Saturday morning shows. They launched the teenybopper variety show Donnie and Marie for ABC in 1976 and a year later brought the cast of The Brady Bunch back on the air as stars of a variety show. That show
was met with howls, but even worse was the infamous Pink Lady and Jeff an NBC variety show built around the Japanese pop duo Pink Lady.

But the tide was turning against them. The variety show format was dying. They could no longer find a foothold with their live-action morning children’s programming; Saturday mornings by that point belonged to animated cartoons. More than that, the business of television had changed. The Kroffts were true independent producers; they had made their shows on their own (usually small) budgets and then brought the finished product to the networks. By the ‘90s, that model was outdated.

Plenty of people approached the Kroffts about buying their library, usually at fire-sale prices. They said no to every offer, even the one from pop superstar Michael Jackson.

“The biggest thing as an independent is to survive. No one else really survived out here,” Marty said. “Either they’re dead or they sold the company. e’re lucky.”

Sid still gets misty every time he meets some 40-year-old who recognizes his name and reminisces about talking flutes or gentle, google-eyed sea monsters. “There aren’t many things,” he said, “that we take in our lives and carry for so long.”

Marty nodded in agreement. The shows were lucky in love, he said, but not in lucre. Maybe that will change now that the Kroffts, after five decades in a small spotlight, are getting a
late-in-life chance at the big time.

Jack Wild’s obituary

Jack Wild, actor who played Artful Dodger in ‘Oliver!’ dies at 53
LONDON (AP) — Jack Wild, who earned an Oscar nomination as a teenager for his role as the Artful Dodger in the 1968 film Oliver! has died from cancer, his agent said Thursday. He was 53.
Jack Wild played the Artful Dodger in a film version of Oliver Twist. He was nominated for Oscar in 1968 for the role. Jack Wild played the Artful Dodger in a film version of Oliver Twist. He was nominated for Oscar in 1968 for the role.
AP Photo/Cancer Research UK

Wild died Wednesday, agent Alex Jay said. The actor was diagnosed with mouth cancer in 2000, and surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy had left him unable to speak.

Born in Royton, northwest England, in 1952, Wild was spotted by a talent agent while playing soccer in a London park and later attended stage school.

He appeared in the London stage production of Oliver! Lionel Bart’s adaptation of Charles Dickens’ Oliver Twist. Wild was cast in the film as cheeky pickpocket the Artful Dodger, a role that earned the 16-year-old an Oscar nomination for best supporting actor.

Wild also was known to a generation of children as the hero of H.R. Pufnstuf, a psychedelic TV series about a boy stranded on a fantastical island with a talking flute, a friendly dragon and eerie, chatty trees. A feature film, Pufnstuf, was released in 1970.

He became a teen music idol, releasing three albums —The Jack Wild Album,Everything’s Coming up Roses and Beautiful World.

But Wild struggled with alcoholism and his adult acting career was fitful, although he had a role in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves in 1991.

The actor blamed his cancer on years of heavy drinking and smoking. “My lifestyle had made me a walking time bomb,” he said last year.

Wild is survived by his wife, Claire Harding.

Jack Wild Rest in Peace

The Academy-Award nominated animated short-film tells the story of a lonely inventor, whose colorless existence is brightened only by dreams of the carefree bliss of his youth.

By day, he is trapped in a dehumanizing job in a joyless world. But by night, he tinkers away on a visionary invention, desperate to translate his inspiration into something meaningful.

When his invention is complete, it will change the way people see the world. But he will find that success comes at a high price, as it changes himself, as well.

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McCain Sept 20, 2008

http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/mccain-approves-open/669582/

Palin and Hillary Clinton

http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/

Nov 2006:
Rearing cattle produces more greenhouse gases than driving cars, UN report warns

29 November 2006 – Cattle-rearing generates more global warming greenhouse gases, as measured in CO2 equivalent, than transportation, and smarter production methods, including improved animal diets to reduce enteric fermentation and consequent methane emissions, are urgently needed, according to a new United Nations report released today.

“Livestock are one of the most significant contributors to today’s most serious environmental problems,” senior UN Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) official Henning Steinfeld said. “Urgent action is required to remedy the situation.”

Cattle-rearing is also a major source of land and water degradation, according to the FAO report, Livestock’s Long Shadow–Environmental Issues and Options, of which Mr. Steinfeld is the senior author.

“The environmental costs per unit of livestock production must be cut by one half, just to avoid the level of damage worsening beyond its present level,” it warns.

When emissions from land use and land use change are included, the livestock sector accounts for 9 per cent of CO2 deriving from human-related activities, but produces a much larger share of even more harmful greenhouse gases. It generates 65 per cent of human-related nitrous oxide, which has 296 times the Global Warming Potential (GWP) of CO2. Most of this comes from manure.

source: http://www.un.org/apps/news/story.asp?NewsID=20772&Cr=global&Cr1=environment

United Nations: Eat Less Meat
Monday September 8, 2008

To combat global warming, Dr Rajendra Pachauri, head of the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, advises, “Give up meat for one day [a week] initially, and decrease it from there.” Pachauri is a vegetarian himself, and points out that greenhouse gas emissions and habitat destruction are associated with animal agriculture. To most animal advocates, this is old news. Even to the United Nations, this is old news.

source: http://animalrights.about.com/b/2008/09/08/united-nations-eat-less-meat.htm

Some links for reasons people are vegetarian

49 REASONS WHY I AM A VEGETARIAN
http://www.britishmeat.com/49.htm

Another:
http://www.ecomall.com/greenshopping/pveg1.htm

Graphic, pointed video, features some slaughterhouse footage:
http://www.goveg.com/feat/chewonthis/