Let them go III:
Tiger attacks Roy onstage
Illusionist listed in critical condition after bite to neck
By J.M. KALIL and DAVE BERNS
A white tiger mauled superstar illusionist Roy Horn during a Friday night performance of Siegfried & Roy at The Mirage, severely injuring the Strip performer.
Horn, who turned 59 on Friday, got out of surgery shortly after 11:30 p.m. He was in critical condition at University Medical Center after suffering severe blood loss from a bite wound to the left side of his neck.
“The full extent of his injuries will not be known for two or three days,” MGM Mirage spokesman Alan Feldman said late Friday outside the hospital.
Horn had just brought the tiger onstage during the 7:30 p.m. performance and told audience members it was making its first appearance in the show.
Audience members said the tiger, a 7-year-old named Montecore who actually has performed in the show for years, refused a command to lie down and then clamped its jaws on Horn’s right arm.
The magician repeatedly struck the animal in the head with a microphone, the sound reverberating throughout the auditorium.
The tiger then lunged at Horn, clamped its jaws around his neck and pulled him out of the audience’s view, horrified tourists said after filing out of the show.
Roy is on right. Tiger looks fed up (no pun intended).
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Mari-Cha’s Movin’: She’s south of Newfoundland, more than 800 miles and 46.75 hours into the 2925 mile transatlantic run. That’s an average speed of about 17.25 knots (she needs to average 15.23 to break the 8-day mark). Project manager and assistant navigator Jef d’Etiveaud sent this update Saturday evening:
“We had a bit of depression here in the nav room: it’s not easy to tell the boys on deck to keep going at 12 kts 90 degrees from our goal… Mike [navigator Mike Quilter] and I just decided that it was ok to tack after having (we think) passed the western edge of the trough. You can see than everyone is happy to be back on track.
Still against the wind so the speed is moderate (between 12 and 13 Kts) but we are going towards our next waypoint at the tip of New Foundland. We did not burn out all of our advance so we feel ok and are looking forward to seeing better weather for the next few days. I realize now that we just passed the 2 days mark… time to do some math: Last 24 hours run was 320 Miles and our average from the start dropped from 19 to 16 kts.
Hopefully we can get all these numbers to shine in a day or two. In the mean time we will do our best to lose as little as possible in the lull. All on board are doing well; Dick Meacham went up the rig last night for a rig check. All seems in good order.
Matt Welling got the message from his father, tks dad. We are starting to get our marks: watch food sleep watch and so on. There is a debate on wether the Freeze dried food from the States is better than the one we had last time ( From Northern Yorshire!!!) to the French on board it tastes all like cardboard.”
Courtesy Thierry Martinez
Transatlantic Record Run: Feast your eyes on Mari-Cha IV, the fastest monohull sailboat in the world. Just launched in August, she is 140 feet long and in theory capable of speeds in excess of 40 knots. In other words, she is a beast (a multimillion dollar beast). Her sole purpose is to break sailing records and right now she is tearing up the North Atlantic, attempting to break the west-east crossing record from New York to the English Channel. The current reference time is 8 days, 20 hours, 55 minutes and 35 seconds, an average speed of 13.7 knots. Mari-Cha IV is hoping to become the first monohull to do the crossing in under 8 days, and while she is at it become the first monohull to sail more than 500 miles in 24 hours. Just over 24 hours into her run she is averaging 19.32 knots, so is well on pace. The boat has all the muscle it needs to take this title. The only question is: will it hold together? New boats–particularly new boats that push the envelope, like this one–have a tendency to break. I’ll keep you posted or follow the attempt on Mari-Cha’s website.
copyright Thierry Martinez
Let them go II Another shocker. Dolphins penned up in dolphin parks so tourists can swim with them are dying. I’ve been to the pens of the Yucutan. Watching dolphins swim in circles in wire enclosures while waiting to take sunburned gringos for a $100 ride is enough to turn anyone into an eco-terrorist. If you want to encounter wildlife go out into the wild. The magic of seeing dolphins at sea–or animals anywhere in the wild–is that the encounter is almost always unexpected. And to see animals in their natural habitat, rather than in zoos or parks, is to see them as they really are, and to see them without guilt. Most important, getting there is half the fun.
Let them go Here’s a real surprise. Large zoo animals–polar bears, lions, cheetahs, tigers–are so miserable in zoos that researchers from Oxford University conclude that standard zoo conditions need to be dramatically improved or the animals should be left to roam the wild. I’d opt for letting them remain in the wild. Some animals are fine in captivity, but all the ones you really go to zoos to see–the large ones–are heartbreaking in their apparent claustrophobia and boredom. The Oxford report notes that the typical zoo enclosure for a polar bear is one-millionth the size of its home range in the wild…not to mention the high average temperatures of most zoo locations. Writer David Quammen, in his searing new book Monster of God, reports that the big beasts aren’t doing so well in the wild either. But the wild has to be better than bars. Bleak.
Leave your gall bladder behind…. For the third time in four years an emergency medical evacuation from South Pole research stations has been required–and two out of the three evacuees were suffering from gall stones. I’d bet that medical problems at the research stations go back a lot longer than that, but it is only recently that the media has started to fixate on them. In any case, Barry McCue, 51, the most recent beneficiary of a dramatic airlift, says that he’ll be staying closer to home for a while. Story here . Reminds me of the time I got a kidney stone halfway between Puerto Rico and Bermuda while sailing home from the Caribbean. My medical handbook recommended a morphine drip (oops, I only had Advil), and my groan of relief when that little sucker pinged off the porcelain could be heard ten miles away. No airlift available…..
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