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Oh, and another interesting read is the diary of Louis Moreau Gottschalk, essentially America's first 'pop' star.

For a real education, plow through Have Not Been The Same: Have Not Been The Same captures the spirit of Canadian rock from 1985 to 1995, a time when it became cool to be Canadian. Indie labels flourished, campus radio exploded, MuchMusic changed the way we look at our music, major labels tapped into the underground, and an exciting new generation of artists created a new canon of CanRock that altered the musical landscape for generations to come. Bands like The Tragically Hip, Blue Rodeo, and Sloan created a fever pitch for Canadian music, but there were also numerous others in the underground who created equally exciting work. This vital, lively, and entertaining examination of a groundbreaking decade contains vivid original photographs and interviews with all the major players. It's a must-read for any fan of Canadian music.

Woody Guthrie's Bound For Glory is a good read.

Right. I change my answer to The Canmore Hotel, room #10.

Cheesy as it sounds I think my favourite place in the world to go is somewhere I haven't been yet. I was sitting here thinking, wow Macchu Picchu was damn nice, so was southern Thailand, etc, but I would be much more excited to go to, say, Iceland or Greece or somewhere else I haven't been than to revisit Macchu Picchu (which is a must see, by the way) or somewhere else awesome that I've already visitied..

Bed.

Congrats, that's awesome. I hope you have the time of your life.

Oh right, he was deballed but that was before we had met.

My cat died with what he was born with. Claws and no microchip. Again Deeps, I applaud your efforts and I hope I haven't been a wet blanket on the positive feelings you're spreading with this thread.

I have hesitated to post because I don't want to deflate your high spirits at all, but I want to relate a story. A few months before my cat died I went away for the weekend. The first night my cat never came home and my roommate scoured the neighborhood. The next night still nothing, and by the third night my roommate was convinced he had gone off to die somewhere as he was very old and not well. He wasn't looking forward to telling me at all and he looked everywhere. I came back and we accepted that my little guy was gone, but on my girlfriend's suggestion I called the humane society. The next day they called. They had him and he was slated for demolition because of his advanced age. I picked him up and paid the $70 fee and got him to his medicine as soon as I could. He was picked up about 80 feet from my house; someone saw him, realised he looked unwell and called the humane society people. So my cat was out on his regular rounds and ended up in a cage for four days resulting in much concern, many tears, and a $70 bill. It was a struggle to balance my appreciation for someone's concern with my frustration caused by totally unneccesary stress. Let me close by saying I believe you did the right thing, and I assume my situation doesn't apply here, and especially, big huge props to you for caring. I just want to caution people to try and be as aware as possible at what they're doing before they call the pound.