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...Something so old is very new -- at least in America. Hence the fascination of "Dreamings: The Art of Aboriginal Australia," on view at the Asia Society Galleries in New York City through Dec. 31. This show of some 100 paintings and carvings, the older ones in earth colors on bark, the more recent in modern acrylic pigments on canvas or panel, was mainly lent by the South Australian Museum, the prime collector of this work. Its importance lies in the link between ancestral Aboriginal painting and its contemporary forms -- a third of which, in this show, comes from the Warlpiri...
When it comes to capers, Balfour cheerfully claims responsibility for THE DOG THAT REFUSED TO DIE. An abandoned dog in Hannibal, Mo., had survived being tied to a tree for three weeks by eating the bark. The local pound tried to put the dog down with a lethal injection. The animal was later found twitching in a heap of dead dogs, and the pound injected it again. When the Enquirer heard the story, it ran a contest to save the dog. "We brought him to Lantana and put him in a motel room, but he destroyed it by eating...
Somehow it seemed wrong to Ralph Flowers to kill all those black bears. Sure, part of his job at the Washington Forest Protection Association was to stop the animals from stripping bark from trees and feeding on the sapwood. Then it occurred to him that the way to a bear's heart was not through the barrel of a gun but through its stomach. So he concocted a recipe of sugar- beet pulp and set out feed troughs in the forests. Immediately the bears began to spare the trees and fill their bellies with Flowers' feast...
...There's a rumor that [Harvard Coach Dave Fish] throws some scrappy-snacks into the corners of the court to perk Jon up," Jack says. "Jon has also been known to bark...
...Dogs bark in the Himalayan night. Lights flicker across the hillside. On a pitch-black path framed by pines and covered by a bowl of stars, a few ragged pilgrims shuffle along, muttering ritual chants. Just before dawn, as the snowcaps behind take on a deep pink glow, the crowd that has formed outside the three-story Namgyal Temple in northern India falls silent. A strong, slightly stooping figure strides in, bright eyes alertly scanning the crowd, smooth face breaking into a broad and irrepressible smile. Followed by a group of other shaven-headed monks, all of them in claret...