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Here are some articles published by writers for the Mountain Express, which have found international accaim. As more of these are brought to our attention, the adminstrators of the Idaho Conversation League will gladly post these here and in a new subject index found in the left column.







Tibetan web site:







http://www.phayul.com/news/article.aspx?article=Dalai+Lama+host+bares+his+soul+in+new+memoir&id=10596













Sufi web site







http://sufinews.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-islam-with-love.html













Media Awareness Project







http://www.mapinc.org/drugnews/v06/n064/a08.html?999













Iraqi news







http://www.aliraqi.org/forums/showthread.php?referrerid=7953&t=50979













Indianz.com







http://www.indianz.com/News/2005/011223.asp













Fundamentalism on Main Street







http://www.angelfire.com/ab8/spiritotv/features/foms.html













Buddhist Channel







http://www.buddhistchannel.tv/index.php?id=12,3135,0,0,1,0













Love Affair with the Divine







http://www.angelfire.com/ab8/spiritotv/features/svwf.html#cb













Energy Bulletin .net







http://www.energybulletin.net/27270.html













The Monks of Jerome Idaho







http://www.angelfire.com/ab8/spiritotv/features/jerome.html

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JBanholzer said…
As I mentioned to Tony earlier, the Internet is no longer merely international, ever since Space Shuttle astronauts begin using it to keep in touch with Mission Control, their beloved families and even for interacting with students who have science projects aboard.

It’s easy to imagine that modern day Buzz Aldrin’s have probably already weightlessly surfed the Internet up there, to see what Michael Ames has suggested in his DVD Daze column, regarding what to watch, if you happen to be an astronomical insomniac.
March 23, 2008 at 8:49 PM
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