Lo Faber (born May 20, 1966 in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania) is a musician and who founded the influential New York City jam band God Street Wine. Faber was the creative center of the band and wrote or co-wrote most of the songs with Aaron Maxwell, with whom he shared vocal duties.
His mother Ellen Faber played in a bluegrass band when he was young and he recalls that his mother's band "rehearsed directly under my bedroom and I remember many night when I couldn't sleep all night for listening to them practicing their harmonies and learning new tunes." He grew up in rural Belle Mead, New Jersey and in high school began by playing the bass and later the guitar in several bands around Princeton, New Jersey with future God Street Wine drummer Tom Osander. One band, Aid To The Choking Victim, briefly included Blues Traveler bass player Bobby Sheehan.
For a time in the mid 80's after graduating high school he worked for the family business, the Eberhard Faber GmbH pencil company, but was "pretty miserable wearing a suit and selling pencils" and by 1986 he'd enrolled at the Manhattan School of Music to study jazz with future God Street Wine bassist Dan Pifer. By 1991 the band had built a large following playing clubs in New York City such as The Wetlands Preserve and Nightingales bar, and in 1992 began what would become several years of touring and recording.
Lo! was the third published nonfiction work of the author Charles Fort (first edition 1931). In it he details a wide range of unusual phenomena. In the final chapter of the book he proposes a new cosmology that the earth is stationary in space and surrounded by a solid shell which is (in the book's final words) ".. not unthinkably far away."
Of Fort's four books, this volume deals most frequently and scathingly with astronomy (continuing from his previous book New Lands). The book also deals extensively with other subjects, including paranormal phenomena (see parapsychology), which was explored in his first book, The Book of the Damned. Fort is widely credited to have coined the now-popular term teleportation in this book, and here he ties his previous statements on what he referred to as the Super-Sargasso Sea into his beliefs on teleportation. He would later expand this theory to include purported mental and psychic phenomena in his fourth and final book, Wild Talents.
It takes its derisive title from what he regarded as the tendency of astronomers to make positivistic, overly precise, and premature announcements of celestial events and discoveries. Fort portrays them as quack prophets, sententiously pointing towards the skies and saying "Lo!" (hence the book's title)—inaccurately, as events turn out.
Lož (pronounced [ˈloːʃ]) is a settlement in the Municipality of Loška Dolina in the Inner Carniola region of Slovenia. Originally the settlement that is now Stari Trg pri Ložu was called Lož, but in 1341 a new settlement was begun around Lož Castle and the name of the older settlement as well as its market rights were adopted by the new settlement. The older settlement began to be referred to as Stari trg (literally, 'old market town' in Slovene; German: Altenmarkt). The new settlement was granted town privileges in 1477.
There are two churches in the settlement. The church in the centre of the town is dedicated to Saints Peter and Paul. It was first mentioned in written documents dating to 1428. During Ottoman raids in the late 15th century the church was fortified and a wall was built around the town. The second church is outside the town at the cemetery and is dedicated to Saint Roch. It was built in 1635 after an oath by locals in a 1631 outbreak of bubonic plague.
Ålo is a village in Søgne municipality, Norway. It is located with the sea and nearby Mandal municipality.
Coordinates: 58°03′N 7°42′E / 58.050°N 7.700°E / 58.050; 7.700
I know, today, my dad, he has a birthday.
But yesterday we argued and argued.
So i began to ask, I need to know.
Mama, this morning please tell me his mood.
Check out this perfect gift that I got, it's kinda funny,
I made it, and I hope he likes it.
Tell me, is Dad, is he still really mad.
I know I blew it, I feel so bad.
What I said, it was bad, something like "I don't like you
Daddy!" but I guess I really mean it.
Are you mean, maybe not.
I can see that it was me.
And it's all because I couldn't be a good girl.
I will tell Daddy the moment that he gets home,
"I'm sorry that I hurt you, forgive me."
If only for today.
And I will give his present to him, smile, and say,
"Daddy, Daddy, happy birthday to you! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy