He was still in the closet and embarrassed by it. When I got home, I saw all this blood in the bathroom sink. I found out they had taken Moses to the hospital and he had been slashed all over his face. I told her not to leave the house and she didn't, but this boy and some friends came to the house and did this. The doctor said they had just missed a vital vein and that he was a very lucky young man. All I could think was why?
This wasn't a stray comment, but a glimpse of a larger strategy that has served Bush extremely well since he first launched his campaign for president---the myth that his administration doesn't use polling. As Bush endlessly insisted on the campaign trail, he governs "based upon principle and not polls and focus groups."
It's not hard to understand the appeal of this tactic. Ever since the Clinton administration's well-noted excesses---calling on pollsters to help determine vacation spots and family pets---polling has become a kind of shorthand for everything people dislike about Washington politics. "Pollsters have developed a reputation as Machiavellian plotters whose job it is to think up ways to exploit the public," says Andrew Kohut, director of the Pew Research Center for the People and the Press. Announcing that one ignores polls, then, is an easy way of conveying an impression of leadership, judgment, and substance. No one has recognized and used this to such calculated effect as Bush. When he announced he would "bring a new tone to Washington," he just as easily could have said he'd banish pollsters from the White House without any loss of effect. One of the most dependable poll results is that people don't like polling.
Forest landowners who own cattle are learning how to combine livestock, forages and timber into one production system, called silvopasture.
Beth Richardson, Clemson extension agent for forestry and wildlife, conducted a seminar this fall at the Edisto Research & Education Center in Blackville, S.C. Participants learned about the system practiced in South Alabama, where a breed called pineywood cattle have grazed in the forest for centuries.
I will forever be grateful to Greenpeace. Founded on the Quaker principle of bearing witness—the idea that seeing wrong-doing with our own eyes creates a moral responsibility to inform others and take action— Greenpeace provided me with a laptop computer and rudimentary training and then set me loose upon the world to bear witness to waste trafficking and tell everyone what I saw. However, like most institutions, Greenpeace divided its work into specific issue areas that left us working in silos, disconnected from one another: toxics, oceans, forests, nukes, marine ecosystems, genetically modified organisms, climate, etc.
The organization cultivated a strong culture of specific expertise. For example, the toxics people knew a scary amount about toxics—even the interns could rattle off the molecular structures of chlorinated organic compounds and explain their environmental health impacts—and they single-mindedly pursued their issue to the exclusion of everything else. Back then, we didn't spend much time understanding the connections between the problems we were each working so hard to solve.
“The cattle are feral stock descended from animals introduced by Spanish explorers, and they learned to fend for themselves in the longleaf pine forests and swamps of the Southeast,” she says. They tolerate heat, resist parasites and diseases, help control competition in the forest and provide an alternative income source.
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When Lateisha was 16-years-old
The economy functions as a system, too, which is why there can be a domino effect inside it, as when people lose their jobs and then reduce their spending, which means that factories can't sell as much Stuff, which means that more people get laid off . . . which is exactly what happened in 2008 and 2009. Systems thinking as related to the economy also explains a theory like "trickle-down" economics, in which benefits like tax cuts are given to the wealthy so that they'll invest more in businesses, which would hypothetically in turn create more jobs for the middle and lower classes. If you didn't believe these parts (money, jobs, people across classes) operated within a system, there'd be no basis for the trickle-down theory, or for beliefs about the interplay between supply and demand. All these examples assume interrelated parts within a larger system.
When Lateisha was 16-years-old, she wrote her father and I a letter explaining how she felt about being gay, but I've known since she was about 6 years old. When we would go shopping, she would be in the girls' section looking at clothes. She didn't want us to talk about it. She wanted us to write back if we had anything to say. But I knocked on her bedroom door and said we need to talk. We didn't need a piece of paper between us to talk about this. I told her that I didn't have a problem with it but I tried to explain that the ignorance of some people would be hard to handle. She told me she didn't care because this is who she was and what she wanted.
It's funny: Most people's professional paths start with a general interest that becomes increasingly specialized with years of education, training, and on-the-job implementation. There's powerful social and professional validation for increasing specialization like this. I, however, took the opposite path: I started with a fascination—and outrage—about garbage, specifically about the bags of the Stuff piled up on New York City's Upper West Side. After getting a degree in environmental science, I got a job with Greenpeace International, which paid me to track the destination and the impact of all the waste loaded onto ships in the United States and sent abroad. My whole job was about investigating and stopping the international dumping of waste.
On a Friday afternoon late last year, press secretaries from every recent administration gathered in the Ward Room of the White House at the invitation of Ari Fleischer, press secretary to President Bush. There was no agenda.
It was just one of those unexpectedly nice things that seemed to transpire during the brief period after September 11 when people thought of themselves as Americans first and Democrats and Republicans second. Over a lunch of crab cakes and steak, Republicans such as Fleischer and Marlin Fitzwater traded war stories with Joe Lockhart, Mike McCurry, and assorted other Democrats. Halfway through lunch, President Bush dropped by unexpectedly and launched into an impromptu briefing of his own, ticking off the items on his agenda until he arrived at the question of whether it was preferable to issue vague warnings of possible terrorist threats or to stay quietly vigilant so as not to alarm people.
At this point, former Clinton press secretary Dee Dee Myers piped up, "What do the poll numbers say?" All eyes turned to Bush. Without missing a beat, the famous Bush smirk crossed the president's face and he replied, "In this White House, Dee Dee, we don't poll on something as important as national security."
When Lateisha was 16-years-old, she wrote her father and I a letter explaining how she felt about being gay, but I've known since she was about 6 years old. When we would go shopping, she would be in the girls' section looking at clothes. She didn't want us to talk about it. She wanted us to write back if we had anything to say. But I knocked on her bedroom door and said we need to talk. We didn't need a piece of paper between us to talk about this. I told her that I didn't have a problem with it but I tried to explain that the ignorance of some people would be hard to handle. She told me she didn't care because this is who she was and what she wanted.
It's funny: Most people's professional paths start with a general interest that becomes increasingly specialized with years of education, training, and on-the-job implementation. There's powerful social and professional validation for increasing specialization like this. I, however, took the opposite path: I started with a fascination—and outrage—about garbage, specifically about the bags of the Stuff piled up on New York City's Upper West Side. After getting a degree in environmental science, I got a job with Greenpeace International, which paid me to track the destination and the impact of all the waste loaded onto ships in the United States and sent abroad. My whole job was about investigating and stopping the international dumping of waste.
On a Friday afternoon late last year, press secretaries from every recent administration gathered in the Ward Room of the White House at the invitation of Ari Fleischer, press secretary to President Bush. There was no agenda.
It was just one of those unexpectedly nice things that seemed to transpire during the brief period after September 11 when people thought of themselves as Americans first and Democrats and Republicans second. Over a lunch of crab cakes and steak, Republicans such as Fleischer and Marlin Fitzwater traded war stories with Joe Lockhart, Mike McCurry, and assorted other Democrats. Halfway through lunch, President Bush dropped by unexpectedly and launched into an impromptu briefing of his own, ticking off the items on his agenda until he arrived at the question of whether it was preferable to issue vague warnings of possible terrorist threats or to stay quietly vigilant so as not to alarm people.
At this point, former Clinton press secretary Dee Dee Myers piped up, "What do the poll numbers say?" All eyes turned to Bush. Without missing a beat, the famous Bush smirk crossed the president's face and he replied, "In this White House, Dee Dee, we don't poll on something as important as national security."
Rob Bixler, associate professor in park
Rob Bixler, associate professor in park, recreation and tourism management, has studied why children play in the creek beside the playground rather than on the shiny new equipment. His recent research has been on people’s waning interest in nature and the environment and in the fear, disgust and discomfort people feel in wild and natural places.
Contact Bixler, (864) 656-4849, or Ross Norton in News Services, (864) 656-4810 or 207-1157, for assistance.
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Part II: Vickie Green's Story of Heartache and Healing
The Fix, Chapter 2: To Smile Again
Posted: August 3, 2009 - 2:00amPhotosVideo Back Photo: 1 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
The parents of Vickie Green, Lynne and Ralph Green, say a prayer before having lunch in the dining room of their Westside home. The wall behind them is covered with photographs of their slain granddaughter, Jessica Green. Back Photo: 2 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
A large sign about Jessica Green's slaying stands in the front yard of her grandparents' home as her grandfather Ralph walks their dog. Back Photo: 3 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
Clinical coordinator Gail Grant rubs the face of Vickie Green to help warm her up as she comes out from under anesthesia following surgery by Andrew Forrest (left) to place implants in her reconstructed lower jaw. Back Photo: 4 of 5 Next Vickie Green's mug shot from a drug arrest on Dec. 9, 2007. Back Photo: 5 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
Andrew Forrest wishes Vickie Green well as she leaves his office following surgery to put implants into her rebuilt jaw on Sept. 23, 2008.
SECOND OF THREE PARTS
SUNDAY Tragedy times two
TODAY Chance to smile again
TUESDAY Chapter Three: Trading demons for angels, Vickie finds hope
ABOUT THE SERIES
Bridget Murphy began documenting Vickie Green's struggle in late 2007, after violence tore Green's family apart for a second time that year. Bob Self joined Murphy in 2008, following Green through two surgeries.
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By Bridget Murphy
Christmas 2007 came in a cold cell block for Vickie Green.
Her daughter was dead. The mother's try at nursing her grief in the burn of a crack pipe had landed her in lockup.
One by one, Vickie counted down her days in jail on a calendar until she reached 50.
Fifty days in a cage for a parent who would have given anything to save her slain child, Jessica Green.
Fifty days to obsess about why she was the battered soul still standing.
Vickie had gone back to booze in the three months after her 18-year-old daughter's slaying. The recovering addict was seconds from lighting a crack pipe when the beam of a Jacksonville police officer's flashlight found her in a car with a California fugitive.
The cops seized the contraband in Vickie's lap, handcuffing the woman who already suffered a worse kind of confinement. Seven months before Jessica's death, a separate shooting disfigured Vickie's face and blew out all but one of her bottom teeth. Now, the same questions kept rising from Vickie's gut, trapping her in a living hell.
Why Jessica? Why not me? How much can one family withstand?
No amount of prayer seemed to answer it. But something started to lift inside Vickie as she sobered up in the Duval County jail. It was as if an angel nudged her spirit off rock bottom.
For Jessica, there could be justice. For herself, Vickie only craved some sort of peace.
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Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For you are with me.
A year to the day after Jessica's slaying, a gold-framed version of the 23rd Psalm was on the dining room wall at Ralph and Lynne Green's home on Jacksonville's Westside. A montage of about 50 photos of Jessica surrounded it.
Below, her ashen remains rested inside a 2-foot-tall urn. Shaped like an angel, it had a "Jessica" nameplate with a blue stone that had adorned a necklace she wore as a child.
Reminders of her were everywhere - reminders that she was not with them. Not the way they wanted her to be.
Twelve months had done nothing to quell the anguish of Jessica's grandparents. They wept as they had a year earlier, when Ralph opened his wallet and fanned out 18 photos of Jessica he carried with him always. One for each year of her life.
Soon after, her face appeared on a 4-foot-by-4-foot sign Ralph erected in the front yard of the couple's 105th Street home. "UNSOLVED MURDER," it announced above Jessica's picture and name.
"18 YEAR OLD KILLED IN HER HOME," it said, giving the address of the slaying scene.
It pinpointed the exact time the victim's grandparents said their lives became trapped in a purgatory: "SEPT. 5, 2007 at 2:00 A.M."
Seasons passed, but every day without Jessica - and without justice - seemed the same.
"STILL UNSOLVED," the billboard repeated.
Then it made a request, words that only hinted at the river of pain rising behind it:
The hiker’s notion of leaving only footprints and taking only pictures may be the original ecotourism, but environmental tourism is a growing international phenomenon.
According to Bob Powell, assistant professor in Clemson’s parks, recreation and tourism management department, the ecotourism movement has influenced the entire tourism industry to be more sustainable. Ecotourism is tourism to natural areas and parks that that supports conservation, environmental education and social equity. Ecotourism helps preserve and sustain
Contact Bixler, (864) 656-4849, or Ross Norton in News Services, (864) 656-4810 or 207-1157, for assistance.
CommentEmailPrint Blog ThisFollow Metro
Part II: Vickie Green's Story of Heartache and Healing
The Fix, Chapter 2: To Smile Again
Posted: August 3, 2009 - 2:00amPhotosVideo Back Photo: 1 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
The parents of Vickie Green, Lynne and Ralph Green, say a prayer before having lunch in the dining room of their Westside home. The wall behind them is covered with photographs of their slain granddaughter, Jessica Green. Back Photo: 2 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
A large sign about Jessica Green's slaying stands in the front yard of her grandparents' home as her grandfather Ralph walks their dog. Back Photo: 3 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
Clinical coordinator Gail Grant rubs the face of Vickie Green to help warm her up as she comes out from under anesthesia following surgery by Andrew Forrest (left) to place implants in her reconstructed lower jaw. Back Photo: 4 of 5 Next Vickie Green's mug shot from a drug arrest on Dec. 9, 2007. Back Photo: 5 of 5 Next BOB SELF/The Times-Union
Andrew Forrest wishes Vickie Green well as she leaves his office following surgery to put implants into her rebuilt jaw on Sept. 23, 2008.
SECOND OF THREE PARTS
SUNDAY Tragedy times two
TODAY Chance to smile again
TUESDAY Chapter Three: Trading demons for angels, Vickie finds hope
ABOUT THE SERIES
Bridget Murphy began documenting Vickie Green's struggle in late 2007, after violence tore Green's family apart for a second time that year. Bob Self joined Murphy in 2008, following Green through two surgeries.
Advertisement
By Bridget Murphy
Christmas 2007 came in a cold cell block for Vickie Green.
Her daughter was dead. The mother's try at nursing her grief in the burn of a crack pipe had landed her in lockup.
One by one, Vickie counted down her days in jail on a calendar until she reached 50.
Fifty days in a cage for a parent who would have given anything to save her slain child, Jessica Green.
Fifty days to obsess about why she was the battered soul still standing.
Vickie had gone back to booze in the three months after her 18-year-old daughter's slaying. The recovering addict was seconds from lighting a crack pipe when the beam of a Jacksonville police officer's flashlight found her in a car with a California fugitive.
The cops seized the contraband in Vickie's lap, handcuffing the woman who already suffered a worse kind of confinement. Seven months before Jessica's death, a separate shooting disfigured Vickie's face and blew out all but one of her bottom teeth. Now, the same questions kept rising from Vickie's gut, trapping her in a living hell.
Why Jessica? Why not me? How much can one family withstand?
No amount of prayer seemed to answer it. But something started to lift inside Vickie as she sobered up in the Duval County jail. It was as if an angel nudged her spirit off rock bottom.
For Jessica, there could be justice. For herself, Vickie only craved some sort of peace.
---
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For you are with me.
A year to the day after Jessica's slaying, a gold-framed version of the 23rd Psalm was on the dining room wall at Ralph and Lynne Green's home on Jacksonville's Westside. A montage of about 50 photos of Jessica surrounded it.
Below, her ashen remains rested inside a 2-foot-tall urn. Shaped like an angel, it had a "Jessica" nameplate with a blue stone that had adorned a necklace she wore as a child.
Reminders of her were everywhere - reminders that she was not with them. Not the way they wanted her to be.
Twelve months had done nothing to quell the anguish of Jessica's grandparents. They wept as they had a year earlier, when Ralph opened his wallet and fanned out 18 photos of Jessica he carried with him always. One for each year of her life.
Soon after, her face appeared on a 4-foot-by-4-foot sign Ralph erected in the front yard of the couple's 105th Street home. "UNSOLVED MURDER," it announced above Jessica's picture and name.
"18 YEAR OLD KILLED IN HER HOME," it said, giving the address of the slaying scene.
It pinpointed the exact time the victim's grandparents said their lives became trapped in a purgatory: "SEPT. 5, 2007 at 2:00 A.M."
Seasons passed, but every day without Jessica - and without justice - seemed the same.
"STILL UNSOLVED," the billboard repeated.
Then it made a request, words that only hinted at the river of pain rising behind it:
The hiker’s notion of leaving only footprints and taking only pictures may be the original ecotourism, but environmental tourism is a growing international phenomenon.
According to Bob Powell, assistant professor in Clemson’s parks, recreation and tourism management department, the ecotourism movement has influenced the entire tourism industry to be more sustainable. Ecotourism is tourism to natural areas and parks that that supports conservation, environmental education and social equity. Ecotourism helps preserve and sustain
Between those two systems
Between those two systems, the water cycle and the food chain—even though one's inanimate and the other is made of living creatures—there's an important interaction, as the rivers and oceans of the first provide the habitat for the creatures of the second. That brings us to an ecosystem, made up of interrelated inanimate physical parts and subsystems like rocks and water, as well as all the living parts like plants and animals. Again there are systems within systems. The earth's biosphere—another word for the planet's entire ecosystem—is a system that exists inside of that much larger thing that we call the solar system.
As early as second and third grade, children learn about the earth’s environmental problems. They can explain the demise of rainforests, the plight of endangered species and the damage of oil spills.
Clemson’s Youth Learning Institute agrees with author David Sobel that “if we want children to flourish, we need to give them time to connect with nature and love the Earth before we ask them to save it.”
Since 1991, the institute has reached more than 70,000 teachers and students through Teaching Kids About The Environment (KATE) programs at Camp Bob Cooper in Summerton. Now, a gift of forestland by The Cliffs Communities and its foundations will enable the program to expand to the Upstate.
During the three-day/two-night adventure, third- through fifth-graders are exposed to more core outdoor education than they experience in three weeks of traditional classroom instruction.
The program was developed by the Youth Learning Institute and the S.C. Coalition for Natural Resources. It utilizes science-based curriculum that covers water ecology, wildlife
No amount of prayer seemed to answer it. But something started to lift inside Vickie as she sobered up in the Duval County jail. It was as if an angel nudged her spirit off rock bottom.
For Jessica, there could be justice. For herself, Vickie only craved some sort of peace.
---
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For you are with me.
A year to the day after Jessica's slaying, a gold-framed version of the 23rd Psalm was on the dining room wall at Ralph and Lynne Green's home on Jacksonville's Westside. A montage of about 50 photos of Jessica surrounded it.
Below, her ashen remains rested inside a 2-foot-tall urn. Shaped like an angel, it had a "Jessica" nameplate with a blue stone that had adorned a necklace she wore as a child.
As early as second and third grade, children learn about the earth’s environmental problems. They can explain the demise of rainforests, the plight of endangered species and the damage of oil spills.
Clemson’s Youth Learning Institute agrees with author David Sobel that “if we want children to flourish, we need to give them time to connect with nature and love the Earth before we ask them to save it.”
Since 1991, the institute has reached more than 70,000 teachers and students through Teaching Kids About The Environment (KATE) programs at Camp Bob Cooper in Summerton. Now, a gift of forestland by The Cliffs Communities and its foundations will enable the program to expand to the Upstate.
During the three-day/two-night adventure, third- through fifth-graders are exposed to more core outdoor education than they experience in three weeks of traditional classroom instruction.
The program was developed by the Youth Learning Institute and the S.C. Coalition for Natural Resources. It utilizes science-based curriculum that covers water ecology, wildlife
No amount of prayer seemed to answer it. But something started to lift inside Vickie as she sobered up in the Duval County jail. It was as if an angel nudged her spirit off rock bottom.
For Jessica, there could be justice. For herself, Vickie only craved some sort of peace.
---
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For you are with me.
A year to the day after Jessica's slaying, a gold-framed version of the 23rd Psalm was on the dining room wall at Ralph and Lynne Green's home on Jacksonville's Westside. A montage of about 50 photos of Jessica surrounded it.
Below, her ashen remains rested inside a 2-foot-tall urn. Shaped like an angel, it had a "Jessica" nameplate with a blue stone that had adorned a necklace she wore as a child.
Why Jessica
Climate change and global warming will affect our food supply. South Carolina is the No. 2 peach-producer in the nation and growers are concerned. Many fruit and nut trees need sufficient chilling hours to make fruit, and the trees also need to be hardy enough to withstand a late frost.
Douglas Bielenberg, a Clemson plant physiologist, examines dormancy and chilling. Focusing on peach trees, his research could help breeders and growers develop trees better attuned to the local winter environment. He is studying the genetic and cellular signals that begin dormancy and the developmental events involved in bud formation and non-growth seasonal phases.
“Looking at ways to alter the number of chilling hours a plant such as the peach tree needs can mean the difference between where we can grow fruit and nut crops,” says Bielenberg. In California warmer temperatures could mean fewer chilling hours and the change could have an impact on as many as 18 varieties of fruits and nuts. Agriculture
The cops seized the contraband in Vickie's lap, handcuffing the woman who already suffered a worse kind of confinement. Seven months before Jessica's death, a separate shooting disfigured Vickie's face and blew out all but one of her bottom teeth. Now, the same questions kept rising from Vickie's gut, trapping her in a living hell.
Why Jessica? Why not me? How much can one family withstand?
The journey led me to become what people call a systems thinker. That means I believe everything exists as part of a larger system and must be understood in relation to the other parts. It's not an uncommon framework: think about the last time you came down with a fever. You probably wondered if it was caused by a bacteria or a virus. A fever is a response to a strange element being introduced to the system that is your body. If you didn't believe that your body was a system, you might look for a heat source underneath your hot forehead or some switch that accidentally got flipped and raised your temperature. In biology we easily accept the idea of multiple systems (e.g., circulatory, digestive, nervous) made of parts (like cells or organs), as well as the fact that those systems interact with
Douglas Bielenberg, a Clemson plant physiologist, examines dormancy and chilling. Focusing on peach trees, his research could help breeders and growers develop trees better attuned to the local winter environment. He is studying the genetic and cellular signals that begin dormancy and the developmental events involved in bud formation and non-growth seasonal phases.
“Looking at ways to alter the number of chilling hours a plant such as the peach tree needs can mean the difference between where we can grow fruit and nut crops,” says Bielenberg. In California warmer temperatures could mean fewer chilling hours and the change could have an impact on as many as 18 varieties of fruits and nuts. Agriculture
The cops seized the contraband in Vickie's lap, handcuffing the woman who already suffered a worse kind of confinement. Seven months before Jessica's death, a separate shooting disfigured Vickie's face and blew out all but one of her bottom teeth. Now, the same questions kept rising from Vickie's gut, trapping her in a living hell.
Why Jessica? Why not me? How much can one family withstand?
The journey led me to become what people call a systems thinker. That means I believe everything exists as part of a larger system and must be understood in relation to the other parts. It's not an uncommon framework: think about the last time you came down with a fever. You probably wondered if it was caused by a bacteria or a virus. A fever is a response to a strange element being introduced to the system that is your body. If you didn't believe that your body was a system, you might look for a heat source underneath your hot forehead or some switch that accidentally got flipped and raised your temperature. In biology we easily accept the idea of multiple systems (e.g., circulatory, digestive, nervous) made of parts (like cells or organs), as well as the fact that those systems interact with
The mother's try at nursing her grief
New work to remove beach vitex, the “kudzu of the beach,” will help restore nesting sites for sea turtles. The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service awarded a $135,000 grant to Clemson for dune restoration to protect the endangered species.
Chuck Gresham, forest scientist at the Baruch Institute of Coastal Ecology and Forest Science in Georgetown, will lead the effort. Sea turtles, federally listed as threatened or endangered in South Carolina, abort their attempt to dig a nest if they encounter vitex at the base of sand dunes.
Everywhere I went, I kept asking "why?" and digging deeper and deeper. Why were dumps so hazardous? Because of the toxics in the trash. And why were there toxics in the trashed products to begin with? Answering that question led me to learn about toxics, chemistry, and environmental health. Why were dumps so often situated in lower-income communities where people of color live and work? I started learning about environmental racism.
And why does it make economic sense to move entire factories to other countries: how can they still sell the product for a couple of dollars when it's traveling so far? Suddenly I had to confront international trade agreements and the influence of corporations on governmental regulations. And another thing: why are electronics breaking so fast and why are they cheaper to replace than repair? So I learned about planned obsolescence, advertising, and other tools for promoting consumerism. On the surface, each of these topics seemed separate from the next, unconnected, and a long way from those piles of garbage on the streets of New York City or the forests of the Cascades. But it turns out they're all connected.
Her daughter was dead. The mother's try at nursing her grief in the burn of a crack pipe had landed her in lockup.
One by one, Vickie counted down her days in jail on a calendar until she reached 50.
Fifty days in a cage for a parent who would have given anything to save her slain child, Jessica Green.
Fifty days to obsess about why she was the battered soul still standing.
Vickie had gone back to booze in the three months after her 18-year-old daughter's slaying. The recovering addict was seconds from lighting a crack pipe when the beam of a Jacksonville police officer's flashlight found her in a car with a California fugitive.
Restoration will occur in stages. First, the highest priority areas are identified and permission obtained from the property owner. Next, herbicide is applied to a machete cut in the vitex and allowed to work for four months. Finally, native sea oats and bitter panicum are planted to build stable dunes for turtle nests.
Chuck Gresham, forest scientist at the Baruch Institute of Coastal Ecology and Forest Science in Georgetown, will lead the effort. Sea turtles, federally listed as threatened or endangered in South Carolina, abort their attempt to dig a nest if they encounter vitex at the base of sand dunes.
Everywhere I went, I kept asking "why?" and digging deeper and deeper. Why were dumps so hazardous? Because of the toxics in the trash. And why were there toxics in the trashed products to begin with? Answering that question led me to learn about toxics, chemistry, and environmental health. Why were dumps so often situated in lower-income communities where people of color live and work? I started learning about environmental racism.
And why does it make economic sense to move entire factories to other countries: how can they still sell the product for a couple of dollars when it's traveling so far? Suddenly I had to confront international trade agreements and the influence of corporations on governmental regulations. And another thing: why are electronics breaking so fast and why are they cheaper to replace than repair? So I learned about planned obsolescence, advertising, and other tools for promoting consumerism. On the surface, each of these topics seemed separate from the next, unconnected, and a long way from those piles of garbage on the streets of New York City or the forests of the Cascades. But it turns out they're all connected.
Her daughter was dead. The mother's try at nursing her grief in the burn of a crack pipe had landed her in lockup.
One by one, Vickie counted down her days in jail on a calendar until she reached 50.
Fifty days in a cage for a parent who would have given anything to save her slain child, Jessica Green.
Fifty days to obsess about why she was the battered soul still standing.
Vickie had gone back to booze in the three months after her 18-year-old daughter's slaying. The recovering addict was seconds from lighting a crack pipe when the beam of a Jacksonville police officer's flashlight found her in a car with a California fugitive.
Restoration will occur in stages. First, the highest priority areas are identified and permission obtained from the property owner. Next, herbicide is applied to a machete cut in the vitex and allowed to work for four months. Finally, native sea oats and bitter panicum are planted to build stable dunes for turtle nests.
Ecologist works to sustain South
Ecologist works to sustain South Carolina’s blue crabs
To protect the future of the blue crab population, scientists have developed a comprehensive computer model that analyzes how changes in crab behavior, water quality and fishing pressure affect the crustaceans.
Clemson University ecologist Michael Childress and colleagues from the S.C. Department of Natural Resources and the Sea Grant Consortium created the model, known as the South Carolina Blue Crab Regional Abundance Biotic Simulation (SCBCRABS).
Through the use of materials from well-managed forests and recycled sources, Wilsonart offers High Pressure Laminate (HPL) products manufactured in the USA that provide a responsible solution for green building projects. Now the company’s key products have been certified by Scientific Certification Systems (SCS), the global leader in third-party evaluation of environmental and sustainability claims. SCS has acknowledged the company’s efforts by certifying that Wilsonart Laminate is comprised of a minimum of 20% post-consumer waste paper for its wood fiber content.
Essential Action, the Global Alliance for Incinerator Alternatives (GAIA), and other environmental organizations—not only to more dumps but also to mines, factories, hospitals, embassies, universities, farms, World Bank offices, and the halls of government. I stayed with families in Indian villages so isolated that my arrival would be greeted by desperate parents running up to me asking "Are you a doctor?" hoping I happened to be the international medic—on her annual visit—who would be able to cure their child. I met entire families who lived on garbage dumps in the Philippines, Guatemala, and Bangladesh and who survived on the food and material scraps they pulled from the stinking, smoldering heaps. I visited shopping malls in Tokyo and Bangkok and Las Vegas that were so big and bright and plastic that I felt like I was in The Jetsons or Futurama.
To protect the future of the blue crab population, scientists have developed a comprehensive computer model that analyzes how changes in crab behavior, water quality and fishing pressure affect the crustaceans.
Clemson University ecologist Michael Childress and colleagues from the S.C. Department of Natural Resources and the Sea Grant Consortium created the model, known as the South Carolina Blue Crab Regional Abundance Biotic Simulation (SCBCRABS).
Through the use of materials from well-managed forests and recycled sources, Wilsonart offers High Pressure Laminate (HPL) products manufactured in the USA that provide a responsible solution for green building projects. Now the company’s key products have been certified by Scientific Certification Systems (SCS), the global leader in third-party evaluation of environmental and sustainability claims. SCS has acknowledged the company’s efforts by certifying that Wilsonart Laminate is comprised of a minimum of 20% post-consumer waste paper for its wood fiber content.
Essential Action, the Global Alliance for Incinerator Alternatives (GAIA), and other environmental organizations—not only to more dumps but also to mines, factories, hospitals, embassies, universities, farms, World Bank offices, and the halls of government. I stayed with families in Indian villages so isolated that my arrival would be greeted by desperate parents running up to me asking "Are you a doctor?" hoping I happened to be the international medic—on her annual visit—who would be able to cure their child. I met entire families who lived on garbage dumps in the Philippines, Guatemala, and Bangladesh and who survived on the food and material scraps they pulled from the stinking, smoldering heaps. I visited shopping malls in Tokyo and Bangkok and Las Vegas that were so big and bright and plastic that I felt like I was in The Jetsons or Futurama.
Often it’s not until houses and businesses
Often it’s not until houses and businesses are built that we realize their environmental impact. But soon environmental researchers and developers will have data that can be used to evaluate and encourage environmentally sustainable building practices.
Remote data sensors and transmitters are being installed in coastal watersheds as part of Clemson’s Program of Integrated Study for Coastal Environmental Sustainability (PISCES). The monitoring system will provide real-time data from water measurement equipment housed on the Bannockburn Plantation in Georgetown County, S.C.
The property is slated for future development. Owner Lucille Pate is partnering with Clemson researchers to understand and minimize the impacts of development on the environment. Data collection will begin before construction to track the impact before, during and after development.
So I can only thank the lord for giving me this once in a lifetime opportunity, a FREEDOM to ask myself what I want to do with the rest of my life. To stop and think WHAT I REALLY WANT TO DO!
Wilsonart International proudly announces that the GREENGUARD Environmental Institute™ has awarded its GREENGUARD Indoor Air Quality Certification to the company for its high-pressure decorative laminate, solid surface and flooring products. These Wilsonart products were tested under the stringent GREENGUARD Standards for low-emitting products. Choosing low-emitting products can significantly reduce the level of potentially irritating contaminants in the indoor environment. All GREENGUARD Indoor Air Quality Certifiedreg; products ensure minimal impact on the indoor environment.
The GREENGUARD Certification of Wilsonart products ensures that homeowners and design professionals can specify a low-emitting surfacing product that does not require special ordering or extra cost. In additional, both Wilsonart Laminate and Solid Surface have met even more stringent requirements to achieve GREENGUARD Children & Schools certification. For more information about GREENGUARD
So the mountains of perfectly good materials that had been reduced to muck at Fresh Kills made no sense to me. It felt terribly wrong. Who set up this system? How could those who knew about it allow it to continue? I didn't understand it, but I vowed to figure it out. After two decades of sleuthing, when I'd figured it out, I called it the Story of Stuff.
The monitoring system was designed by scientists from the Baruch Institute of Coastal Ecology and Forest Science, Clemson’s department of forestry and natural resources and the agricultural and biological engineering department. In addition to scientific research, the program will provide an educational resource for natural resources and the environment, land-use change and sustainable development.
Remote data sensors and transmitters are being installed in coastal watersheds as part of Clemson’s Program of Integrated Study for Coastal Environmental Sustainability (PISCES). The monitoring system will provide real-time data from water measurement equipment housed on the Bannockburn Plantation in Georgetown County, S.C.
The property is slated for future development. Owner Lucille Pate is partnering with Clemson researchers to understand and minimize the impacts of development on the environment. Data collection will begin before construction to track the impact before, during and after development.
So I can only thank the lord for giving me this once in a lifetime opportunity, a FREEDOM to ask myself what I want to do with the rest of my life. To stop and think WHAT I REALLY WANT TO DO!
Wilsonart International proudly announces that the GREENGUARD Environmental Institute™ has awarded its GREENGUARD Indoor Air Quality Certification to the company for its high-pressure decorative laminate, solid surface and flooring products. These Wilsonart products were tested under the stringent GREENGUARD Standards for low-emitting products. Choosing low-emitting products can significantly reduce the level of potentially irritating contaminants in the indoor environment. All GREENGUARD Indoor Air Quality Certifiedreg; products ensure minimal impact on the indoor environment.
The GREENGUARD Certification of Wilsonart products ensures that homeowners and design professionals can specify a low-emitting surfacing product that does not require special ordering or extra cost. In additional, both Wilsonart Laminate and Solid Surface have met even more stringent requirements to achieve GREENGUARD Children & Schools certification. For more information about GREENGUARD
So the mountains of perfectly good materials that had been reduced to muck at Fresh Kills made no sense to me. It felt terribly wrong. Who set up this system? How could those who knew about it allow it to continue? I didn't understand it, but I vowed to figure it out. After two decades of sleuthing, when I'd figured it out, I called it the Story of Stuff.
The monitoring system was designed by scientists from the Baruch Institute of Coastal Ecology and Forest Science, Clemson’s department of forestry and natural resources and the agricultural and biological engineering department. In addition to scientific research, the program will provide an educational resource for natural resources and the environment, land-use change and sustainable development.
Even if we could completely stop emitting greenhouses
Even if we could completely stop emitting greenhouses gases today, we already have caused more global warming to come, says Allen Thompson, assistant professor of philosophy. In fact, global temperatures would continue to increase, adding another half-degree Celsius to the 0.7-degree warming we already have seen.
The effects on global climate will precipitate unprecedented changes in both nature and society. While traditional environmental efforts have focused on conservation and preservation, Thompson says restoration is key to a sustainable future.
nce most components of office furniture can be broken down and used to produce other products, we see this as another opportunity to help the environment. We would be more than happy to recycle your unwanted furniture for you.
what happened after the paper disappeared from the curb. So I took a trip to the infamous Fresh Kills landfill on Staten Island. Covering 4.6 square miles, Fresh Kills was one of the largest dumps in the world. When it was officially closed in 2001, some say the stinking mound was the largest man-made structure on the planet, its volume greater than that of the Great Wall of China, and its peaks 80 feet taller than the Statue of Liberty.2 I had never seen anything like Fresh Kills. I stood at its edge in absolute awe. As far as I could see in every direction were trashed couches, appliances, cardboard boxes, apple cores, clothes, plastic bags, books, and tons of other Stuff.
You know how a gory car crash scene makes you want to turn away and stare at the same time? That is what this dump was like. I'd been raised by a single mother of the post-Depression era who instilled in her kids a sense of respect for quality, not quantity. Partly from her life philosophy and partly out of economic necessity, my youth was shaped along the lines of the World War II saying: "Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without." There just wasn't a lot of superfluous consumption and waste going on in our house. We savored the things we had and took good care of them and kept them until every last drop of usefulness was gone.
Up until few years ago, I was a working bee at a high tech company that due to the bursting of the dot-com bubble, had to close, and all the employees were let go, including me.
Even thought it was expected, I still was in a bit of a shock, from a working bee with no life to doing nothing. I didn't quite know what to do with my sudden freedom.
What I did know, was, that I never really liked my job.
You know that feeling when you fantasize about your next vacation? About taking a day off just to sit back and relax on the beach, catching up reading a new book? But your boss always has a sour face when you tell him you need some time out and he / she makes you feel you wished you have never asked for it?
Thompson lends his expertise on environmental philosophy to the cause. He works to introduce topics of environmental value as the Clemson University Restoration Institute and the department of planning and landscape architecture's Environmental Design & Planning program grapple with the role of restoration and design in a changing world.
Contact Thompson at (864) 656-2380 or Ross Norton in News Services (864) 656-4810 or 207-1157.
The effects on global climate will precipitate unprecedented changes in both nature and society. While traditional environmental efforts have focused on conservation and preservation, Thompson says restoration is key to a sustainable future.
nce most components of office furniture can be broken down and used to produce other products, we see this as another opportunity to help the environment. We would be more than happy to recycle your unwanted furniture for you.
what happened after the paper disappeared from the curb. So I took a trip to the infamous Fresh Kills landfill on Staten Island. Covering 4.6 square miles, Fresh Kills was one of the largest dumps in the world. When it was officially closed in 2001, some say the stinking mound was the largest man-made structure on the planet, its volume greater than that of the Great Wall of China, and its peaks 80 feet taller than the Statue of Liberty.2 I had never seen anything like Fresh Kills. I stood at its edge in absolute awe. As far as I could see in every direction were trashed couches, appliances, cardboard boxes, apple cores, clothes, plastic bags, books, and tons of other Stuff.
You know how a gory car crash scene makes you want to turn away and stare at the same time? That is what this dump was like. I'd been raised by a single mother of the post-Depression era who instilled in her kids a sense of respect for quality, not quantity. Partly from her life philosophy and partly out of economic necessity, my youth was shaped along the lines of the World War II saying: "Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without." There just wasn't a lot of superfluous consumption and waste going on in our house. We savored the things we had and took good care of them and kept them until every last drop of usefulness was gone.
Up until few years ago, I was a working bee at a high tech company that due to the bursting of the dot-com bubble, had to close, and all the employees were let go, including me.
Even thought it was expected, I still was in a bit of a shock, from a working bee with no life to doing nothing. I didn't quite know what to do with my sudden freedom.
What I did know, was, that I never really liked my job.
You know that feeling when you fantasize about your next vacation? About taking a day off just to sit back and relax on the beach, catching up reading a new book? But your boss always has a sour face when you tell him you need some time out and he / she makes you feel you wished you have never asked for it?
Thompson lends his expertise on environmental philosophy to the cause. He works to introduce topics of environmental value as the Clemson University Restoration Institute and the department of planning and landscape architecture's Environmental Design & Planning program grapple with the role of restoration and design in a changing world.
Contact Thompson at (864) 656-2380 or Ross Norton in News Services (864) 656-4810 or 207-1157.
Does anyone remember the earth moving
Blockbuster, I’m tellin’ ya. Think Marty Scorsese’s too busy to direct? If not, I’d be willing to settle for Ron Howard.
Does anyone remember the earth moving around here back on Jan. 27? It must have jiggled a little, because that’s the day Theo Epstein signed free agent Nick Green to a minor league contract. Alex Cora was gone, and the Red Sox were in the market for a utilityman. Note that: utilityman, not shortstop.
“I can’t tell you that on the first day of spring training I envisioned him playing shortstop for us,’’ said Terry Francona. “That’s not the case.
We’re not superheroes yet, but we’re working on it. The Green Task Force is made up of employees who study our business practices and work to make them environmentally sound. RJE has glass, aluminum, and plastic recycling programs as well as paper, cardboard and metal programs. We have also instituted a “Lights-out-Friday” where all non-vital lights are turned off to minimize power usage.
Green construction has been around since the early days of stacking stone, but we’ve abandoned many of the practices in recent decades. Clemson University assistant professor of architecture Ulrike Heine says there are plenty of simple, passive low-tech strategies that could be included in building plans to save money and resources. And they have a long track record of success.
"Why don’t the very old houses from the last centuries have a problem with comfortable indoor climate?” Heine asks. “Why did people survive without HVAC systems?”
Going back to ancient times, architects took advantage of building form, thermal mass, passive ventilation and orientation to the sun’s path. While the ancient and not-so-ancient builders didn’t call it “sustainable,” they understood the principle
Living green is a choice I made when my first baby girl was born. Up until then I recycled and tried to save on my water consumption etc.. But I didn't gave the green way of life too much thought.
After my baby was born I went to buy her all kinds of baby products. I was under the false impression that I'm buying her only the best, but I was surprised to find out that most of the baby products we use contain dangerous chemicals that endanger our kids and contaminate the environment.
This was my turning point.
I realized that my daughter's health and future is in my hands and it's up to me to create healthy and toxic free environment for her to live in. To do so I needed to make a change in my family's everyday life.
I started by implementing small green changes.
I don't believe in making big adjustments that don't last long, but I do believe that if each and every one of us will take an action and do a small green change in their daily life, it will improve our children's life and benefit their wellbeing. Plus they will have the same privilege as we have, to enjoy our amazing planet to the fullest.
Does anyone remember the earth moving around here back on Jan. 27? It must have jiggled a little, because that’s the day Theo Epstein signed free agent Nick Green to a minor league contract. Alex Cora was gone, and the Red Sox were in the market for a utilityman. Note that: utilityman, not shortstop.
“I can’t tell you that on the first day of spring training I envisioned him playing shortstop for us,’’ said Terry Francona. “That’s not the case.
We’re not superheroes yet, but we’re working on it. The Green Task Force is made up of employees who study our business practices and work to make them environmentally sound. RJE has glass, aluminum, and plastic recycling programs as well as paper, cardboard and metal programs. We have also instituted a “Lights-out-Friday” where all non-vital lights are turned off to minimize power usage.
Green construction has been around since the early days of stacking stone, but we’ve abandoned many of the practices in recent decades. Clemson University assistant professor of architecture Ulrike Heine says there are plenty of simple, passive low-tech strategies that could be included in building plans to save money and resources. And they have a long track record of success.
"Why don’t the very old houses from the last centuries have a problem with comfortable indoor climate?” Heine asks. “Why did people survive without HVAC systems?”
Going back to ancient times, architects took advantage of building form, thermal mass, passive ventilation and orientation to the sun’s path. While the ancient and not-so-ancient builders didn’t call it “sustainable,” they understood the principle
Living green is a choice I made when my first baby girl was born. Up until then I recycled and tried to save on my water consumption etc.. But I didn't gave the green way of life too much thought.
After my baby was born I went to buy her all kinds of baby products. I was under the false impression that I'm buying her only the best, but I was surprised to find out that most of the baby products we use contain dangerous chemicals that endanger our kids and contaminate the environment.
This was my turning point.
I realized that my daughter's health and future is in my hands and it's up to me to create healthy and toxic free environment for her to live in. To do so I needed to make a change in my family's everyday life.
I started by implementing small green changes.
I don't believe in making big adjustments that don't last long, but I do believe that if each and every one of us will take an action and do a small green change in their daily life, it will improve our children's life and benefit their wellbeing. Plus they will have the same privilege as we have, to enjoy our amazing planet to the fullest.
Surely Matt Damon can slide this one into his schedule
Clemson University energy expert David Bodde says the good news from high gasoline prices is that it sends a clear message of what to do next.
“We must move the American economy off oil dependence,” says Bodde, professor and Senior Fellow at the Spiro Institute for Entrepreneurial Leadership and a former deputy assistant secretary for the U.S. Department of Energy.
Surely Matt Damon can slide this one into his schedule.
Forget “Fever Pitch.’’ That was fictional. This guaranteed blockbuster would be a full-blown biopic, the rags-to-riches story of a career spare part who lands in Boston and becomes a folk hero. It’s got everything, including the unhappy year languishing as a discarded Yankee. A chance to bash the Yankees about the One Who Got Away? Irresistible. Stealin’ money.
Cisco has incorporated power-reduction features into many of our consumer products. FACTS The hard drive in the Scientific Atlanta set-top box digital video records automatically goes into sleep mode between the hours of 1:00 am and 6:00 am. Cisco Unified Communications Manager V4 allows the displays on all the IP phones connected to a network go dark at a given time after business hours. This results in a savings up to 25% of a phone’s energy consumption
If you're anything like me, you watched the Tom Green show religiously in it's day on MTV and laughed to the point that you thought your internal organs were bleeding. We're talking about a program that single handedly expanded the borders of what a comedy show could be while putting it's own demented twist on physical comedy & practical jokes with a level of originality completely new to it's audience.
he prime minister's spokesman said that Mr Blair offset all his official travel, though No 10 refused to say whether he did this on personal flights. He added: "All government activity will be carbon neutral by 2015 and the prime minister has taken the lead in this."
Mr Blair says in his interview that he is taking a difficult decision on whether to replace Britain's nuclear energy capacity. In his Labour conference speech last year the prime minister mocked Mr Cameron for adopting a "multiple choice" approach by saying he would only endorse nuclear power as a last resort.
“We must move the American economy off oil dependence,” says Bodde, professor and Senior Fellow at the Spiro Institute for Entrepreneurial Leadership and a former deputy assistant secretary for the U.S. Department of Energy.
Surely Matt Damon can slide this one into his schedule.
Forget “Fever Pitch.’’ That was fictional. This guaranteed blockbuster would be a full-blown biopic, the rags-to-riches story of a career spare part who lands in Boston and becomes a folk hero. It’s got everything, including the unhappy year languishing as a discarded Yankee. A chance to bash the Yankees about the One Who Got Away? Irresistible. Stealin’ money.
Cisco has incorporated power-reduction features into many of our consumer products. FACTS The hard drive in the Scientific Atlanta set-top box digital video records automatically goes into sleep mode between the hours of 1:00 am and 6:00 am. Cisco Unified Communications Manager V4 allows the displays on all the IP phones connected to a network go dark at a given time after business hours. This results in a savings up to 25% of a phone’s energy consumption
If you're anything like me, you watched the Tom Green show religiously in it's day on MTV and laughed to the point that you thought your internal organs were bleeding. We're talking about a program that single handedly expanded the borders of what a comedy show could be while putting it's own demented twist on physical comedy & practical jokes with a level of originality completely new to it's audience.
he prime minister's spokesman said that Mr Blair offset all his official travel, though No 10 refused to say whether he did this on personal flights. He added: "All government activity will be carbon neutral by 2015 and the prime minister has taken the lead in this."
Mr Blair says in his interview that he is taking a difficult decision on whether to replace Britain's nuclear energy capacity. In his Labour conference speech last year the prime minister mocked Mr Cameron for adopting a "multiple choice" approach by saying he would only endorse nuclear power as a last resort.
Harvesting the waste heat from an engine
“Harvesting the waste heat from an engine exhaust and converting it into electrical energy for onboard use can provide a reduced demand for fossil fuels and reduce their detrimental impact on the environment,” says Clemson physics professor Terry Tritt. “Given the recent power shortages in the U.S. and our dependency on uncertain overseas petroleum fuel supplies, there is an even more pressing need to investigate alternative-energy technologies.”
Tritt is investigating the electrical and thermal properties of new materials that could reduce world reliance on fossil fuels.
Emily Armistead, of Greenpeace, said: "Tony Blair is crossing his fingers and hoping someone will invent aeroplanes that don't cause climate change. But that's like holding out for cigarettes that don't cause cancer. Hoping for the best isn't a policy, it's a delusion."
But it gave the Red Sox a 6-5 win over the Braves, and nothing else matters.
“It was good to do something for the team,’’ he said. “No one wanted to play in the rain.’’
He swears he went to the plate not fully cognizant of the entire situation, that he knew it was a home run, but he didn’t know until he hit second base and saw all those guys in white uniforms gathered around home plate that he had hit a walkoff homer in front of the man who coined the phrase many years ago. (In case you’re new to this, that man would be The Eck, who was working the game for NESN.) He said this, and we believe him because he is the great Nick Green and he would never, ever lie to us.
It was actually the second walkoff homer of his career, and by now the truly sagacious among you have already guessed that the first was against - who else? - the Red Sox. That came on July 2, 2004, as a member of, naturally, the Atlanta Braves. And you didn’t think this could get any better, did you?
11.Changing The Nature of Work Reducing energy use across the company Limiting the greenhouse gas emissions implicated in global warming Closely managing water use, food procurement, and water Monitoring and properly disposing of hazardous materials © 2008 Cisco Systems, Inc. All rights reserved.
Mike Childs, of Friends of the Earth, said: "It's disappointing that Tony Blair is refusing to set an example on tackling climate change, but it is even more disappointing that his government is failing to take decisive action to cut UK emissions."
Tritt is investigating the electrical and thermal properties of new materials that could reduce world reliance on fossil fuels.
Emily Armistead, of Greenpeace, said: "Tony Blair is crossing his fingers and hoping someone will invent aeroplanes that don't cause climate change. But that's like holding out for cigarettes that don't cause cancer. Hoping for the best isn't a policy, it's a delusion."
But it gave the Red Sox a 6-5 win over the Braves, and nothing else matters.
“It was good to do something for the team,’’ he said. “No one wanted to play in the rain.’’
He swears he went to the plate not fully cognizant of the entire situation, that he knew it was a home run, but he didn’t know until he hit second base and saw all those guys in white uniforms gathered around home plate that he had hit a walkoff homer in front of the man who coined the phrase many years ago. (In case you’re new to this, that man would be The Eck, who was working the game for NESN.) He said this, and we believe him because he is the great Nick Green and he would never, ever lie to us.
It was actually the second walkoff homer of his career, and by now the truly sagacious among you have already guessed that the first was against - who else? - the Red Sox. That came on July 2, 2004, as a member of, naturally, the Atlanta Braves. And you didn’t think this could get any better, did you?
11.Changing The Nature of Work Reducing energy use across the company Limiting the greenhouse gas emissions implicated in global warming Closely managing water use, food procurement, and water Monitoring and properly disposing of hazardous materials © 2008 Cisco Systems, Inc. All rights reserved.
Mike Childs, of Friends of the Earth, said: "It's disappointing that Tony Blair is refusing to set an example on tackling climate change, but it is even more disappointing that his government is failing to take decisive action to cut UK emissions."
This message has been sent since
“This message has been sent since the first oil crisis of 1973. We paid attention in times of crisis, but quickly forgot as the crises passed. Let's use this price spike as the occasion to: (a) end our financial support of corrupt, dictatorial regimes around the world; (b) lower our trade imbalances and restore the strength of the dollar; (c) improve the environment; and (d) build American technological leadership.”
We have the means to accomplish this, he says: first, more fuel-efficient vehicles; then the hybrids; and finally hydrogen fuel cell or all-electric vehicles.
Bodde acknowledges that much of this remains in the future. “But it will always be in the future unless we act on what we know. And act now, with the brilliance that won the race to the moon and the perseverance that won the Cold War. But let us act," he says.
Mr Blair's message in the interview is that everyone needs to work together, but imposing strict rules would only backfire."Britain is 2% of the world's emissions. We shut down all of Britain's emissions tomorrow - the growth in China will make up the difference within two years.
"So we've got to be realistic about how much obligation we've got to put on ourselves. The danger, for example, if you say to people 'Right, in Britain ... you're not going to have any more cheap air travel,' everybody else is going to be having it.
The story was already good, but it was elevated to great in the late afternoon Back Bay gloom yesterday when Nick Green hit the first pitch thrown by Atlanta reliever Jeff Bennett high and deep over The Wall, across Lansdowne Street, over the Mass Pike and onto Commonwealth Avenue.
OK, that’s fictional. What Green did was hit about as short a home run as anyone can hit in major league baseball. It was a fly ball down the right-field line that landed just inside the Pesky Pole. It was 305 feet, 306 max.
So you've got to do this together in a way that doesn't end up actually putting people off the green agenda by saying you must not have a good time any more and can't consume. All the evidence is that if you use the science and technology constructively, your economy can grow, people can have a good time, but do so more responsibly."
We have the means to accomplish this, he says: first, more fuel-efficient vehicles; then the hybrids; and finally hydrogen fuel cell or all-electric vehicles.
Bodde acknowledges that much of this remains in the future. “But it will always be in the future unless we act on what we know. And act now, with the brilliance that won the race to the moon and the perseverance that won the Cold War. But let us act," he says.
Mr Blair's message in the interview is that everyone needs to work together, but imposing strict rules would only backfire."Britain is 2% of the world's emissions. We shut down all of Britain's emissions tomorrow - the growth in China will make up the difference within two years.
"So we've got to be realistic about how much obligation we've got to put on ourselves. The danger, for example, if you say to people 'Right, in Britain ... you're not going to have any more cheap air travel,' everybody else is going to be having it.
The story was already good, but it was elevated to great in the late afternoon Back Bay gloom yesterday when Nick Green hit the first pitch thrown by Atlanta reliever Jeff Bennett high and deep over The Wall, across Lansdowne Street, over the Mass Pike and onto Commonwealth Avenue.
OK, that’s fictional. What Green did was hit about as short a home run as anyone can hit in major league baseball. It was a fly ball down the right-field line that landed just inside the Pesky Pole. It was 305 feet, 306 max.
So you've got to do this together in a way that doesn't end up actually putting people off the green agenda by saying you must not have a good time any more and can't consume. All the evidence is that if you use the science and technology constructively, your economy can grow, people can have a good time, but do so more responsibly."
Many countries are way ahead of the United
Many countries are way ahead of the United States in the shift toward living green. Part of the reason is our car culture, says Ulrike Heine, assistant professor of architecture.
Heine recently presented a paper in Portugal dealing with the differences of construction and culture in America and Germany. She asks why America is so behind in our sense of sustainability. American culture is almost totally dependent on vehicles, Heine says.
The prime minister says: "I think that what we need to do is to look at how you make air travel more energy efficient, how you develop the new fuels that will allow us to burn less energy and emit less. How - for example - in the new frames for the aircraft, they are far more energy efficient."
Brussels office. FACTS With the waterless urinal projects, we estimate that water consumption will go down by more than 8.5 million gallons per year once installation is complete in 2008. At our San Jose headquarters, Cisco uses only recycled water for landscape irrigation and fountains, which represents approximately 45% of our total 700,000 cubic feet of water consumption. In California alone, we are saving more than 81 million gallons
The Dennis Millers and David Spades of the world may have frowned on Tom Green, but a laugh is a laugh and if you can't see the craft behind the insanity of this man than this topic isn't even worth discussing.
I won't bore you with things you never knew and I'm far from Tom Greens biggest fan but I always wondered what the hell happened when the show went off the air and his website dwindled down to hardly anything (looks like it's back alive now). After his movies and shortly lived talk show, a ton of questions were left unanswered and I know I was perplexed at how such an amazing show was left in the lifeless dust of Hollywoods crack pipe.
Downing Street was irritated last night that the interview, with Sky News, was quickly interpreted as a snub to attempts to reduce people's carbon footprints. "This is not about the prime minister's travel," a source said.
Heine recently presented a paper in Portugal dealing with the differences of construction and culture in America and Germany. She asks why America is so behind in our sense of sustainability. American culture is almost totally dependent on vehicles, Heine says.
The prime minister says: "I think that what we need to do is to look at how you make air travel more energy efficient, how you develop the new fuels that will allow us to burn less energy and emit less. How - for example - in the new frames for the aircraft, they are far more energy efficient."
Brussels office. FACTS With the waterless urinal projects, we estimate that water consumption will go down by more than 8.5 million gallons per year once installation is complete in 2008. At our San Jose headquarters, Cisco uses only recycled water for landscape irrigation and fountains, which represents approximately 45% of our total 700,000 cubic feet of water consumption. In California alone, we are saving more than 81 million gallons
The Dennis Millers and David Spades of the world may have frowned on Tom Green, but a laugh is a laugh and if you can't see the craft behind the insanity of this man than this topic isn't even worth discussing.
I won't bore you with things you never knew and I'm far from Tom Greens biggest fan but I always wondered what the hell happened when the show went off the air and his website dwindled down to hardly anything (looks like it's back alive now). After his movies and shortly lived talk show, a ton of questions were left unanswered and I know I was perplexed at how such an amazing show was left in the lifeless dust of Hollywoods crack pipe.
Downing Street was irritated last night that the interview, with Sky News, was quickly interpreted as a snub to attempts to reduce people's carbon footprints. "This is not about the prime minister's travel," a source said.
let me say that this autobiography is a Godsend
If you're anything like me, you watched the Tom Green show religiously in it's day on MTV and laughed to the point that you thought your internal organs were bleeding. We're talking about a program that single handedly expanded the borders of what a comedy show could be while putting it's own demented twist on physical comedy & practical jokes with a level of originality completely new to it's audience.
The Dennis Millers and David Spades of the world may have frowned on Tom Green, but a laugh is a laugh and if you can't see the craft behind the insanity of this man than this topic isn't even worth discussing.
I won't bore you with things you never knew and I'm far from Tom Greens biggest fan but I always wondered what the hell happened when the show went off the air and his website dwindled down to hardly anything (looks like it's back alive now). After his movies and shortly lived talk show, a ton of questions were left unanswered and I know I was perplexed at how such an amazing show was left in the lifeless dust of Hollywoods crack pipe.
earchers at Clemson University want to reduce the cost of biodiesel fuel, turning used oils and fats into an alternative to high-dollar petroleum-based fuel. They also are studying the synthesis of ethanol from coal and biomass.
Mr Blair's remarks are also at odds with the declaration last month by the Prince of Wales that he would cut back on domestic and international flights.
David Cameron, the Tory leader, believes he has stolen a march on the government by emphasising green issues and his own credentials - installing a wind turbine on his new house.
With that said, let me say that this autobiography is a Godsend if you've followed Tom Greens career and enjoyed his work. He touches on everything from life changing events to the methods of madness behind his work. No question is left unanswered and he delves into an unexpected array of stories including his own short lived marriage with Drew Barrymore and his battles with cancer.
Without a doubt, this book was a delight to read and it gives the reader a chance to take a glimpse behind the scenes of Hollywood from the perspective of a guy who has no ego despite his many successes. If you're a Tom Green fan, you simply can't pass this up.
With that said, let me say that this autobiography is a Godsend if you've followed Tom Greens career and enjoyed his work. He touches on everything from life changing events to the methods of madness behind his work. No question is left unanswered and he delves into an unexpected array of stories including his own short lived marriage with Drew Barrymore and his battles with cancer.
Without a doubt, this book was a delight to read and it gives the reader a chance to take a glimpse behind the scenes of Hollywood from the perspective of a guy who has no ego despite his many successes. If you're a Tom Green fan, you simply can't pass this up.
The Dennis Millers and David Spades of the world may have frowned on Tom Green, but a laugh is a laugh and if you can't see the craft behind the insanity of this man than this topic isn't even worth discussing.
I won't bore you with things you never knew and I'm far from Tom Greens biggest fan but I always wondered what the hell happened when the show went off the air and his website dwindled down to hardly anything (looks like it's back alive now). After his movies and shortly lived talk show, a ton of questions were left unanswered and I know I was perplexed at how such an amazing show was left in the lifeless dust of Hollywoods crack pipe.
earchers at Clemson University want to reduce the cost of biodiesel fuel, turning used oils and fats into an alternative to high-dollar petroleum-based fuel. They also are studying the synthesis of ethanol from coal and biomass.
Mr Blair's remarks are also at odds with the declaration last month by the Prince of Wales that he would cut back on domestic and international flights.
David Cameron, the Tory leader, believes he has stolen a march on the government by emphasising green issues and his own credentials - installing a wind turbine on his new house.
With that said, let me say that this autobiography is a Godsend if you've followed Tom Greens career and enjoyed his work. He touches on everything from life changing events to the methods of madness behind his work. No question is left unanswered and he delves into an unexpected array of stories including his own short lived marriage with Drew Barrymore and his battles with cancer.
Without a doubt, this book was a delight to read and it gives the reader a chance to take a glimpse behind the scenes of Hollywood from the perspective of a guy who has no ego despite his many successes. If you're a Tom Green fan, you simply can't pass this up.
With that said, let me say that this autobiography is a Godsend if you've followed Tom Greens career and enjoyed his work. He touches on everything from life changing events to the methods of madness behind his work. No question is left unanswered and he delves into an unexpected array of stories including his own short lived marriage with Drew Barrymore and his battles with cancer.
Without a doubt, this book was a delight to read and it gives the reader a chance to take a glimpse behind the scenes of Hollywood from the perspective of a guy who has no ego despite his many successes. If you're a Tom Green fan, you simply can't pass this up.
switchgrass could become the source
Instead of corn, switchgrass could become the source for ethanol fuel produced in South Carolina. Switchgrass can produce as much as 800 to 1,000 gallons of ethanol per acre, compared to 416 gallons for corn. Even more striking, the energy-return ratio could be as high as 10 for switchgrass, compared with 0.81 for gasoline and 1.36 for corn-based ethanol.
The South Carolina Bioenergy Research Collaborative has been formed to demonstrate the economic feasibility of using plants, such as switchgrass, trees and sorghum, to make ethanol. The collaborative includes scientists at Clemson, the Savannah River National Laboratory, South Carolina State University and industry incubator SC Bio, as well as industrial partners who are committed to building a biofuels research pilot plant in the state.
Well, I have always liked Tom Green, and not just because he looks just like my first boyfriend, but now I must say, I love him. I really was amazed at how freakin hysterical the book is, and how touching it ended up being. It was great to read about all the scenes that I had seen from his show and I have to say, more than once I woke up in the middle of the night and just had to read, worrying the whole time about waking other people in the house with my laughter! I read it in 2 days and was longing for more! He has worked hard to get where he got and this book is no exception.
It seems like he really put a good deal of thought into it and it paid off. I love the fact that even though you don't really expect it to have a serious message, it really does have several. Getting the word out about testicular cancer and his emotions through the whole ordeal, I thought was very honest and heartfelt. But the message I liked most was that Hollywood is a dangerous place and can really screw up a perfectly happy life, when people start losing the ability to realize that they aren't the center of the universe, and maybe give a crap about what someone else is going through.. and that there are other more rewarding/productive things out there than just being rich and famous.
It made me glad I am not rich or famous! Ok, maybe I would take the rich part.. but seriously, I have read a LOT of books in the last 6 months and this was definitely my favorite. Well done!
A group of Clemson and USDA-Agriculture Research Service scientists, led by agronomist Jim Frederick, is investigating switchgrass production systems at the Pee Dee Research and Education Center in Florence, S.C., including soil and crop management, new variety development and measuring environmental impacts.
The South Carolina Bioenergy Research Collaborative has been formed to demonstrate the economic feasibility of using plants, such as switchgrass, trees and sorghum, to make ethanol. The collaborative includes scientists at Clemson, the Savannah River National Laboratory, South Carolina State University and industry incubator SC Bio, as well as industrial partners who are committed to building a biofuels research pilot plant in the state.
Well, I have always liked Tom Green, and not just because he looks just like my first boyfriend, but now I must say, I love him. I really was amazed at how freakin hysterical the book is, and how touching it ended up being. It was great to read about all the scenes that I had seen from his show and I have to say, more than once I woke up in the middle of the night and just had to read, worrying the whole time about waking other people in the house with my laughter! I read it in 2 days and was longing for more! He has worked hard to get where he got and this book is no exception.
It seems like he really put a good deal of thought into it and it paid off. I love the fact that even though you don't really expect it to have a serious message, it really does have several. Getting the word out about testicular cancer and his emotions through the whole ordeal, I thought was very honest and heartfelt. But the message I liked most was that Hollywood is a dangerous place and can really screw up a perfectly happy life, when people start losing the ability to realize that they aren't the center of the universe, and maybe give a crap about what someone else is going through.. and that there are other more rewarding/productive things out there than just being rich and famous.
It made me glad I am not rich or famous! Ok, maybe I would take the rich part.. but seriously, I have read a LOT of books in the last 6 months and this was definitely my favorite. Well done!
A group of Clemson and USDA-Agriculture Research Service scientists, led by agronomist Jim Frederick, is investigating switchgrass production systems at the Pee Dee Research and Education Center in Florence, S.C., including soil and crop management, new variety development and measuring environmental impacts.
I was never a huge Tom Green fan
Recycling waste products is environmentally and economically vital for the state, nation and world. Santee Cooper and Clemson’s S.C. Institute for Energy Studies are partnering on a farm-to-fuel demonstration project that will convert swine waste, crop residue and energy crops into biogas to generate electricity.
I was never a huge Tom Green fan, as I was a few years too old to appreciate his MTV show. I was intrigued by his story, which as I'd heard was that he was a small town Canadian boy who struck it big with gross-out humor and MTV.
After reading his biography, I have definitely changed any and all assumptions about him and his work. The insane rollercoaster of the best and worst luck in the world he experienced within a few years would be unbelievable were it not true. The decade of persistence that preceeded those huge years is in itself impressive. The anecdotes about giving a speech, a night with a rather wild woman, having and making use of a cell phone before cell phones were everywhere, plus so much more all adds up to one of the most interesting and captivating books I've ever read.
Another point to mention is that in a world of gossip and salacious tales, Green gives more information and personal feelings than I expected, but never, not even once, uses the book to criticize anyone else or to try to make himself look like a hero. He shows a lot of appreciation and humility, and reveals an immense depth of character. I had intended to read this book over a period of time and started reading it on a four hour flight. As the plane landed I was only 30 pages away from the end.
I exited the plane only to sit in the boarding gate and reopen it because I couldn't wait to finish the final little bit. It was that good. I highly recommend this book to fans, non-fans, and everyone else.
“If agricultural waste and crops are to be used successfully as a significant source of electricity, we need a model that will generate large quantities of electricity at reasonable prices,” says Robert Leitner, associate director of the Institute for Energy Studies. “This project also has the potential to stimulate the economy in agricultural regions throughout the state, and its design will address other common agriculture waste streams in South Carolina, such as poultry litter and dairy manure. It’s a winner all the way around.”
I was never a huge Tom Green fan, as I was a few years too old to appreciate his MTV show. I was intrigued by his story, which as I'd heard was that he was a small town Canadian boy who struck it big with gross-out humor and MTV.
After reading his biography, I have definitely changed any and all assumptions about him and his work. The insane rollercoaster of the best and worst luck in the world he experienced within a few years would be unbelievable were it not true. The decade of persistence that preceeded those huge years is in itself impressive. The anecdotes about giving a speech, a night with a rather wild woman, having and making use of a cell phone before cell phones were everywhere, plus so much more all adds up to one of the most interesting and captivating books I've ever read.
Another point to mention is that in a world of gossip and salacious tales, Green gives more information and personal feelings than I expected, but never, not even once, uses the book to criticize anyone else or to try to make himself look like a hero. He shows a lot of appreciation and humility, and reveals an immense depth of character. I had intended to read this book over a period of time and started reading it on a four hour flight. As the plane landed I was only 30 pages away from the end.
I exited the plane only to sit in the boarding gate and reopen it because I couldn't wait to finish the final little bit. It was that good. I highly recommend this book to fans, non-fans, and everyone else.
“If agricultural waste and crops are to be used successfully as a significant source of electricity, we need a model that will generate large quantities of electricity at reasonable prices,” says Robert Leitner, associate director of the Institute for Energy Studies. “This project also has the potential to stimulate the economy in agricultural regions throughout the state, and its design will address other common agriculture waste streams in South Carolina, such as poultry litter and dairy manure. It’s a winner all the way around.”
Few Hollywood personalities have suffered
As demand for oil increases, the search for alternative fuels becomes a top priority. Researchers are studying grasses and trees as sustainable resources to produce ethanol. Fast-growing poplar trees hold much potential as a fuel stock but require costly pretreatment prior to processing for ethanol.
Cellulose is the plant material used to make ethanol. Another plant material, called lignin, impedes processing into fuel.
"I personally think these things are a bit impractical actually to expect people to do that," Mr Blair says in an interview.
The prime minister, who recently had a family holiday in Miami, adds that it would be wrong to impose "unrealistic targets" on travellers. "You know, I'm still waiting for the first politician who's actually running for office who's going to come out and say it - and they're not," Mr Blair says. "It's like telling people you shouldn't drive anywhere."
His remarks contrast with the tone set by Ian Pearson, the environment minister, who last week used strong language to criticise Ryanair for opposing the European commission's plan to include all flights within Europe in the EU carbon trading scheme from 2011.
Few Hollywood personalities have suffered the trials of outrageous fame and fortune more dramatically than MTV prankster Green. He offers his autobiography at the age of 32, when it's not at all clear that his career is over, but soon enough after his high-profile marriage to and divorce from actor Drew Barrymore to remain interesting. Green details his humble beginnings as an Ottawa skater punk turned cable public access TV show host. He honed his goofball, confrontational-style humor during this time, by approaching strangers in the street with meat on his head (a running theme throughout his career) or by embarrassing friends and family for cheap laughs. His low-budget hijinks attracted MTV executives, which began his whirlwind ride through TV and then Hollywood celebrity. Green reminisces about his Saturday Night Live appearances, his experiences filming the movies Road Trip and Freddy Got Fingered and, finally, his and Barrymore's tumultuous and doomed relationship. And while there's a dearth of revelatory or newsworthy info, Green's earnest tone is improbably flattering, and the author comes off as a very likable guy. 52 b&w photos.
Geneticist Haiying Liang is seeking to breed poplars with a lower lignin content that could improve biofuel production and be less costly to process without harming the tree’s growth. She is growing test trees now in the Clemson greenhouses. Her results could lead to increased biofuel production within the next decade.
Cellulose is the plant material used to make ethanol. Another plant material, called lignin, impedes processing into fuel.
"I personally think these things are a bit impractical actually to expect people to do that," Mr Blair says in an interview.
The prime minister, who recently had a family holiday in Miami, adds that it would be wrong to impose "unrealistic targets" on travellers. "You know, I'm still waiting for the first politician who's actually running for office who's going to come out and say it - and they're not," Mr Blair says. "It's like telling people you shouldn't drive anywhere."
His remarks contrast with the tone set by Ian Pearson, the environment minister, who last week used strong language to criticise Ryanair for opposing the European commission's plan to include all flights within Europe in the EU carbon trading scheme from 2011.
Few Hollywood personalities have suffered the trials of outrageous fame and fortune more dramatically than MTV prankster Green. He offers his autobiography at the age of 32, when it's not at all clear that his career is over, but soon enough after his high-profile marriage to and divorce from actor Drew Barrymore to remain interesting. Green details his humble beginnings as an Ottawa skater punk turned cable public access TV show host. He honed his goofball, confrontational-style humor during this time, by approaching strangers in the street with meat on his head (a running theme throughout his career) or by embarrassing friends and family for cheap laughs. His low-budget hijinks attracted MTV executives, which began his whirlwind ride through TV and then Hollywood celebrity. Green reminisces about his Saturday Night Live appearances, his experiences filming the movies Road Trip and Freddy Got Fingered and, finally, his and Barrymore's tumultuous and doomed relationship. And while there's a dearth of revelatory or newsworthy info, Green's earnest tone is improbably flattering, and the author comes off as a very likable guy. 52 b&w photos.
Geneticist Haiying Liang is seeking to breed poplars with a lower lignin content that could improve biofuel production and be less costly to process without harming the tree’s growth. She is growing test trees now in the Clemson greenhouses. Her results could lead to increased biofuel production within the next decade.
Our products and services are
Our heritage influences our business practices. We honor the earth and focus on solutions that respect our environment. We believe we have a special relationship with nature and with that, a special obligation to our environment. Our products and services are a clear extension of our philosophy.
What’s brewing in Caye Drapcho’s bioreactor may well be a fuel of the future. Drapcho, a biosystems engineer, is investigating a bacterium that produces hydrogen. The microbe is called Thermotoga neapolitana and it has a taste for peaches, especially rotten ones.
“Working with the South Carolina Peach Council, we have found that peaches not suited for consumer sale can be converted to a biofuel by this bacteria,” says Drapcho. “Peach waste has substantial organic value with a high percentage of sugars that can be converted to hydrogen gas.”
ony Blair today wades into the growing controversy over how individuals can help to tackle global warming by declaring that he has no intention of abandoning long-haul holiday flights to reduce his carbon footprint.
Days after his environment minister branded Ryanair the "irresponsible face of capitalism" for opposing an EU carbon emissions scheme, the prime minister says it is impractical to expect people to make personal sacrifices by taking holidays closer to home.
More than 200 million pounds of peaches are harvested annually in South Carolina, the nation’s No. 2 peach producer behind California, and approximately 20 million pounds of damaged peaches are discarded. This research may help turn crop losses into fuel.
We are who we are. Native Green is more than a business entity. We aim to reflect a culture that has respected the planet and its resources for generations. And we intend to follow this path for generations to come.
What’s brewing in Caye Drapcho’s bioreactor may well be a fuel of the future. Drapcho, a biosystems engineer, is investigating a bacterium that produces hydrogen. The microbe is called Thermotoga neapolitana and it has a taste for peaches, especially rotten ones.
“Working with the South Carolina Peach Council, we have found that peaches not suited for consumer sale can be converted to a biofuel by this bacteria,” says Drapcho. “Peach waste has substantial organic value with a high percentage of sugars that can be converted to hydrogen gas.”
ony Blair today wades into the growing controversy over how individuals can help to tackle global warming by declaring that he has no intention of abandoning long-haul holiday flights to reduce his carbon footprint.
Days after his environment minister branded Ryanair the "irresponsible face of capitalism" for opposing an EU carbon emissions scheme, the prime minister says it is impractical to expect people to make personal sacrifices by taking holidays closer to home.
More than 200 million pounds of peaches are harvested annually in South Carolina, the nation’s No. 2 peach producer behind California, and approximately 20 million pounds of damaged peaches are discarded. This research may help turn crop losses into fuel.
We are who we are. Native Green is more than a business entity. We aim to reflect a culture that has respected the planet and its resources for generations. And we intend to follow this path for generations to come.
When you buy and use Native Green
It supports his non-profit company, WePlayGreen.org. And one of the goals, along with raising awareness of Earth Day being every day, is to have a major-league game where players on both sides wear green uniforms -- and it's not a St. Patrick's Day exhibition game. The idea of a color-themed day has already been introduced with pink on Breast Cancer Awareness Day -- usually on Mother's Day. A green day baseball game, either on Earth Day or another designed day, is easier to implement now on the minor-league level, said WePlayGreen.org VP of corporate development Jennifer Corace .
When you buy and use Native Green cleaning products, you’re not only helping your own children, you’re helping America’s children. In fact, every time you buy a Native Green cleaning product, a portion will go directly to “Backpacks for Pine Ridge,” a program to improve the education and quality of living on some of America’s poorest Indian reservations.
I wasn’t born like this. My parents were not flower children. I did not grow up on a farm. And I used to be able to go to the grocery store without examining ingredient labels. Who I am now and what I believe in has been a building process. Piece by piece I have stacked one bit of knowledge on top of another. I like to think that the stack has formed Bloom Bake Shop and, in a way, it really has. After all, the ingredients that went in to this shop were chosen with the same care that we put in to choosing the ingredients of our sweet treats. When you visit our shop feel free to admire:
In other words, it's not that easy being green on the big-league level. But as long as players like Dickerson can get friends like Ryan Braun, the Cassel family and, most recently, Russell Martin and Joe Mauer, the future looks greener. Read more about it Wednedsay morning.
When you buy and use Native Green cleaning products, you’re not only helping your own children, you’re helping America’s children. In fact, every time you buy a Native Green cleaning product, a portion will go directly to “Backpacks for Pine Ridge,” a program to improve the education and quality of living on some of America’s poorest Indian reservations.
I wasn’t born like this. My parents were not flower children. I did not grow up on a farm. And I used to be able to go to the grocery store without examining ingredient labels. Who I am now and what I believe in has been a building process. Piece by piece I have stacked one bit of knowledge on top of another. I like to think that the stack has formed Bloom Bake Shop and, in a way, it really has. After all, the ingredients that went in to this shop were chosen with the same care that we put in to choosing the ingredients of our sweet treats. When you visit our shop feel free to admire:
In other words, it's not that easy being green on the big-league level. But as long as players like Dickerson can get friends like Ryan Braun, the Cassel family and, most recently, Russell Martin and Joe Mauer, the future looks greener. Read more about it Wednedsay morning.
We’ve been the caretakers
We’ve been the caretakers of our planet for thousands of years and, today, that same commitment to protecting the earth dominates everything we do.
There's a running gag: Ancient video of the "President" (Fred Willard) reassures people that things are fine and that we should "stay the course." The big message, "forget that, we need to clean up our mess," won't be lost on even the youngest WALL-E viewers.
The idea that an ancient Hollywood musical, with its love duets and foot-tapping dance numbers, would be the thing that awakens emotions in both humans and robots, is pure genius. But so is almost everything about this fanciful, visually stunning Pixar parable.
Maybe you'll get a chance to see Chris Dickerson (bio on MLB.com linked here) play for the Cincinnati Reds on Wednesday night on the MLB Extra Innings package against the Cubs at Wrigley Field.
The left-handed hitting Dickerson, out of Notre Dame High of Sherman Oaks, won't usually start against the left-handed pitching Ted Lilly -- that's just the method Reds manager Dusty Baker has been using so far this season.
But if he gets in, check out the green-laced special Rawlings glove, or the green-stamped Max bat that Dickerson plans to use. It's not just for looks.
With WALL-E, the Toy Story studio ditches the chatty rat and talking cars and gets back to its own prime directive — visually-oriented, kid-friendly cartoons with heart.
WALL-E is preceded by Presto, a mildly amusing, similarly dialogue-free sight-gag driven short about a hungry bunny and the magician who refuses to feed him at his own peril.By providing more ecologically-sensitive cleaning products, and supporting the education of our children, Native Green strives to make a positive impact on our world.
There's a running gag: Ancient video of the "President" (Fred Willard) reassures people that things are fine and that we should "stay the course." The big message, "forget that, we need to clean up our mess," won't be lost on even the youngest WALL-E viewers.
The idea that an ancient Hollywood musical, with its love duets and foot-tapping dance numbers, would be the thing that awakens emotions in both humans and robots, is pure genius. But so is almost everything about this fanciful, visually stunning Pixar parable.
Maybe you'll get a chance to see Chris Dickerson (bio on MLB.com linked here) play for the Cincinnati Reds on Wednesday night on the MLB Extra Innings package against the Cubs at Wrigley Field.
The left-handed hitting Dickerson, out of Notre Dame High of Sherman Oaks, won't usually start against the left-handed pitching Ted Lilly -- that's just the method Reds manager Dusty Baker has been using so far this season.
But if he gets in, check out the green-laced special Rawlings glove, or the green-stamped Max bat that Dickerson plans to use. It's not just for looks.
With WALL-E, the Toy Story studio ditches the chatty rat and talking cars and gets back to its own prime directive — visually-oriented, kid-friendly cartoons with heart.
WALL-E is preceded by Presto, a mildly amusing, similarly dialogue-free sight-gag driven short about a hungry bunny and the magician who refuses to feed him at his own peril.By providing more ecologically-sensitive cleaning products, and supporting the education of our children, Native Green strives to make a positive impact on our world.
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here’s the link to Cara’s website
English Department at the University of Southern California since 1978. His work has been translated into more than two dozen foreign languages, including German, French, Italian, Dutch, Portuguese, Spanish, Russian, Hebrew, Korean, Japanese, Danish, Swedish, Lithuanian, Latvian, Polish, Hungarian, Bulgarian, Finnish, Farsi, Turkish, Albanian and Slovene. His stories have appeared in most of the major American magazines, including The New Yorker, Harper's, Esquire, The Atlantic Monthly, Playboy, The Paris Review, GQ, Antaeus, Granta and McSweeney's, and he has been the recipient of a number of literary awards. He currently lives near Santa Barbara with his wife and three children.
And, here’s the link to Cara’s website/blog mentioned above. It’s a treasure trove of stories. Worth spending a lot of time with.
“Welcome to The Small Story, a blog about the lives of everyday people in Massachusetts – the challenges they face, the celebrations they make, and the communities they like to call home.
It’s a natural extension of the eight years I spent as a newspaper reporter, first at The Hartford Courant, then at The Seattle Times. Time and again, the small story pulled me in: the first day of school for a boy displaced by Hurricane Katrina, the final months of foster care for a tired teenager, the slow road to recovery for an injured Iraq War veteran and his mother.”
Brett Pangburn, 37, just says this:
“Well, then don’t be a teacher.”
“The question was when,” he says. “And the fear, of course, is that it would be too late.”Because this is what it takes to help the students at Excel Academy, the charter school where Brett has taught sixth grade English the past four years. Some kids show up the first day unclear about where to put a period. They use capital letters in the wrong places. Their question marks are upside down.
In the Kingdom of the Shakyas lived King Zay-tsang and his wife Gyutrulma, daughter of Bishukarma. In a previous life Gyutrulma had prayed to be born as the mother to a Buddha.
In the deva realm , the bodhisattva Dampatogkarpo gave his crown to the bodhisattva Maitreya, in preparation to his descending to earth. He then emanated himself as a white elephant. As his mother, Gyutrulma lay sleeping she had a dream that a white elephant, shining with a glorious light, was within her womb and she flew through the sky and climbed mountains. Many kings and minister bowed and prostrated to her, It was at that time that the Buddha entered her womb.
And, here’s the link to Cara’s website/blog mentioned above. It’s a treasure trove of stories. Worth spending a lot of time with.
“Welcome to The Small Story, a blog about the lives of everyday people in Massachusetts – the challenges they face, the celebrations they make, and the communities they like to call home.
It’s a natural extension of the eight years I spent as a newspaper reporter, first at The Hartford Courant, then at The Seattle Times. Time and again, the small story pulled me in: the first day of school for a boy displaced by Hurricane Katrina, the final months of foster care for a tired teenager, the slow road to recovery for an injured Iraq War veteran and his mother.”
Brett Pangburn, 37, just says this:
“Well, then don’t be a teacher.”
“The question was when,” he says. “And the fear, of course, is that it would be too late.”Because this is what it takes to help the students at Excel Academy, the charter school where Brett has taught sixth grade English the past four years. Some kids show up the first day unclear about where to put a period. They use capital letters in the wrong places. Their question marks are upside down.
In the Kingdom of the Shakyas lived King Zay-tsang and his wife Gyutrulma, daughter of Bishukarma. In a previous life Gyutrulma had prayed to be born as the mother to a Buddha.
In the deva realm , the bodhisattva Dampatogkarpo gave his crown to the bodhisattva Maitreya, in preparation to his descending to earth. He then emanated himself as a white elephant. As his mother, Gyutrulma lay sleeping she had a dream that a white elephant, shining with a glorious light, was within her womb and she flew through the sky and climbed mountains. Many kings and minister bowed and prostrated to her, It was at that time that the Buddha entered her womb.
T. Coraghessan Boyle is the author of
“Every person creates a life story, arranging past experience in narrative form with beginning, middle, and end. Such ordering of existential disorder is the work of memory, and is essential to self awareness; indeed, the narrative is the soul of selfhood. But memory is imprecise, and must be measured against other accounts. Falsifying matters of official record crosses a bright line — both of ethics and foolishness. The raw material of self invention must be “true.’’ This happened, and not that. To imagine otherwise is mental illness.”
Terrific post. Timely for me as well since I attended a WordCamp this past weekend and saw almost everything described inn the post.
“Conferences are still popular because we want to be spellbound, and still the best way to do that is to tell a story. It’s not as if there’s no place for audio-visual aids – there were some powerful pictures at this conference, that moved some of the audience to tears – but the truth is that we come to conferences to see and hear people.”
T. Coraghessan Boyle is the author of twenty books of fiction, including, most recently, After the Plague (2001), Drop City (2003), The Inner Circle (2004), Tooth and Claw (2005), The Human Fly (2005), Talk Talk (2006), The Women (2009), Wild Child (2010) and When the Killing's Done (2011). He received a Ph.D. degree in Nineteenth Century British Literature from the University of Iowa in 1977, his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop in 1974, and his B.A. in English and History from SUNY Potsdam in 1968. He has been a member of the
“Last week I had coffee with Cara Solomon, a former journalist for the Seattle Times and founder of thesmallstory.com. Cara’s site is based on a premise that I believe in deeply: that everyone has an interesting story to tell.
Through Cara I uncovered a treasure trove of tips and tricks for my storytelling project. Among them, these were my favorites:…”
Terrific post. Timely for me as well since I attended a WordCamp this past weekend and saw almost everything described inn the post.
“Conferences are still popular because we want to be spellbound, and still the best way to do that is to tell a story. It’s not as if there’s no place for audio-visual aids – there were some powerful pictures at this conference, that moved some of the audience to tears – but the truth is that we come to conferences to see and hear people.”
T. Coraghessan Boyle is the author of twenty books of fiction, including, most recently, After the Plague (2001), Drop City (2003), The Inner Circle (2004), Tooth and Claw (2005), The Human Fly (2005), Talk Talk (2006), The Women (2009), Wild Child (2010) and When the Killing's Done (2011). He received a Ph.D. degree in Nineteenth Century British Literature from the University of Iowa in 1977, his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop in 1974, and his B.A. in English and History from SUNY Potsdam in 1968. He has been a member of the
“Last week I had coffee with Cara Solomon, a former journalist for the Seattle Times and founder of thesmallstory.com. Cara’s site is based on a premise that I believe in deeply: that everyone has an interesting story to tell.
Through Cara I uncovered a treasure trove of tips and tricks for my storytelling project. Among them, these were my favorites:…”
So if it's not using writing like
I was talking to my dad about getting together funds for the RED Scarlet , and my mum chimed in to say that 'for a camera that was black, it seemed silly to not only name it a colour, but a specific shade of that colour.'
I asked her what she would call the camera, to which her reply was:
'A damn expensive hobby'
“Having met the founder Scott Harrison at a nonprofit conference in April, I was blown away by the creative power of his org’s message and storytelling. In 2009, they were able to procure usage rights for the song “Timebomb” by Beck – months before the corresponding album release date. It’s this kind of visual creative that is what great cause activism (business or nonprofit) is all about.”
Belle Boggs grew up in Virginia and currently lives in North Carolina, USA with her husband Richard Allen. She holds an MFA in fiction from the University of California at Irvine and is a writer and teacher. Mattaponi Queen (Graywolf Press, 2010) is her first book. Stories from the collection have appeared in The Paris Review, Glimmer Train, At Length, storySouth and Five Chapters. Boggs is also the winner of the 2009 Katharine Bakeless Nason Prize for fiction, selected by Percival Everett and awarded by the Middlebury College Bread Loaf Writers’ conference. Click here to visit Belle Boggs homepage.
While I must admit the primary theme of inner-city kids finding their inner sense of power and confidence through a unique teaching method is not new, and rather cliche these days, that doesn't change the fact that this film was a delight to watch.
So if it's not using writing like Freedom Writers and it's not music like The Ron Clark Story, then what is it? These "Knights" learn how to overcome their challenges by learning to play Chess.
In similar fashion to the other movies I mentioned, the main character in this movie also learns a lot about following his own heart and overcoming his internal challenges by helping others overcome theirs. If you're looking to get out of an unhealthy situation or just make some real changes in your life, then this movie will be an inspiration to you.
I asked her what she would call the camera, to which her reply was:
'A damn expensive hobby'
“Having met the founder Scott Harrison at a nonprofit conference in April, I was blown away by the creative power of his org’s message and storytelling. In 2009, they were able to procure usage rights for the song “Timebomb” by Beck – months before the corresponding album release date. It’s this kind of visual creative that is what great cause activism (business or nonprofit) is all about.”
Belle Boggs grew up in Virginia and currently lives in North Carolina, USA with her husband Richard Allen. She holds an MFA in fiction from the University of California at Irvine and is a writer and teacher. Mattaponi Queen (Graywolf Press, 2010) is her first book. Stories from the collection have appeared in The Paris Review, Glimmer Train, At Length, storySouth and Five Chapters. Boggs is also the winner of the 2009 Katharine Bakeless Nason Prize for fiction, selected by Percival Everett and awarded by the Middlebury College Bread Loaf Writers’ conference. Click here to visit Belle Boggs homepage.
While I must admit the primary theme of inner-city kids finding their inner sense of power and confidence through a unique teaching method is not new, and rather cliche these days, that doesn't change the fact that this film was a delight to watch.
So if it's not using writing like Freedom Writers and it's not music like The Ron Clark Story, then what is it? These "Knights" learn how to overcome their challenges by learning to play Chess.
In similar fashion to the other movies I mentioned, the main character in this movie also learns a lot about following his own heart and overcoming his internal challenges by helping others overcome theirs. If you're looking to get out of an unhealthy situation or just make some real changes in your life, then this movie will be an inspiration to you.
No woman will have Ben without
One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops - a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.
Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next…
“Holmes has created a fabulously surreal dystopia where to be married is the only way to find true happiness. Bachelors spend their days cultivating skills to impress ladies in what is essentially a lottery, and if they aren’t successful, they are consigned to a life of civil service–or worse. Darkly comic and lyrical, Meeks provides a unique satirical lens to look at our own changing perceptions of marriage, home life, and success.”
—Emily Pullen, Skylight Books, Los Angeles
No woman will have Ben without a proper bachelor’s suit . . . and the tailor refuses to make him one. Back from war with a nameless enemy, he’s just discovered that his mother is dead and that his family home has been reassigned by the state. As if that isn’t enough, he must now find a wife, or he’ll be made a civil servant and given a permanent spot in one of the city’s oppressive factories.
This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.
By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more, he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!"
The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, "And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass ...
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.
Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next…
“Holmes has created a fabulously surreal dystopia where to be married is the only way to find true happiness. Bachelors spend their days cultivating skills to impress ladies in what is essentially a lottery, and if they aren’t successful, they are consigned to a life of civil service–or worse. Darkly comic and lyrical, Meeks provides a unique satirical lens to look at our own changing perceptions of marriage, home life, and success.”
—Emily Pullen, Skylight Books, Los Angeles
No woman will have Ben without a proper bachelor’s suit . . . and the tailor refuses to make him one. Back from war with a nameless enemy, he’s just discovered that his mother is dead and that his family home has been reassigned by the state. As if that isn’t enough, he must now find a wife, or he’ll be made a civil servant and given a permanent spot in one of the city’s oppressive factories.
This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.
By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more, he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!"
The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, "And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass ...
worked extensively with individual students
Robin Black holds a BA from Sarah Lawrence College and an MFA from Warren Wilson College. If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This (Random House, 2010) is her first story collection. The book has also been brought out by six foreign publishers and translated into four languages.
Robin Black’s stories and essays have appeared in numerous publications including The Southern Review, One Story, The Georgia Review, Colorado Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Indiana Review, and The Best Creative Nonfiction, Vol. I (Norton, 2007). She is the recipient of grants from the Leeway Foundation, the MacDowell Colony, the Sirenland Conference and is also the winner of the 2005 Pirate’s Alley Faulkner-Wisdom Writing Competition in the short story category. Her work has been noticed for Special Mention by the Pushcart Prizes on four occasions and also deemed Notable in The Best American Essays 2008 and The Best Nonrequired Reading 2009. She is currently at work on a novel, also to be published by Random House and overseas. Since receiving her MFA, she has taught Advanced Fiction Writing at Arcadia University and worked extensively with individual students. In 2010, she will be teaching at Bryn Mawr College.
So a few weeks back, my dad had won a free TV (32" Toshiba 720p) and I just got around to setting it up today. I connected a blu-ray player to it to see how it'd look on it and my dad comes along and asks me, "what are you doing?"
I respond, "Testing out the blu-ray player on this. I just want to see how HD looks on this tv" (For everyone's curiosity, it looks like crap, but hey, it's a free tv)...
Then he goes on looking at the TVand starts talking again, "So what's next? Yellow-ray? Red Ray?"
“Pity the young gentleman set loose in this world of cruel tailors, perpetual war, large-scale civic pastry and the untold rivalries of the Bachelor House! With her uncommonly assured first novel, Julia Holmes channels the surreal paranoia of Poe and the dark-comic melodrama of a lost Guy Maddin script. The strangest, most compelling debut you’ll read this year.”
—Mark Binelli (author of Sacco and Vanzetti Must Die!)
Robin Black’s stories and essays have appeared in numerous publications including The Southern Review, One Story, The Georgia Review, Colorado Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Indiana Review, and The Best Creative Nonfiction, Vol. I (Norton, 2007). She is the recipient of grants from the Leeway Foundation, the MacDowell Colony, the Sirenland Conference and is also the winner of the 2005 Pirate’s Alley Faulkner-Wisdom Writing Competition in the short story category. Her work has been noticed for Special Mention by the Pushcart Prizes on four occasions and also deemed Notable in The Best American Essays 2008 and The Best Nonrequired Reading 2009. She is currently at work on a novel, also to be published by Random House and overseas. Since receiving her MFA, she has taught Advanced Fiction Writing at Arcadia University and worked extensively with individual students. In 2010, she will be teaching at Bryn Mawr College.
So a few weeks back, my dad had won a free TV (32" Toshiba 720p) and I just got around to setting it up today. I connected a blu-ray player to it to see how it'd look on it and my dad comes along and asks me, "what are you doing?"
I respond, "Testing out the blu-ray player on this. I just want to see how HD looks on this tv" (For everyone's curiosity, it looks like crap, but hey, it's a free tv)...
Then he goes on looking at the TVand starts talking again, "So what's next? Yellow-ray? Red Ray?"
“Pity the young gentleman set loose in this world of cruel tailors, perpetual war, large-scale civic pastry and the untold rivalries of the Bachelor House! With her uncommonly assured first novel, Julia Holmes channels the surreal paranoia of Poe and the dark-comic melodrama of a lost Guy Maddin script. The strangest, most compelling debut you’ll read this year.”
—Mark Binelli (author of Sacco and Vanzetti Must Die!)
in English in the 12 months preceding
“Oh bachelors, poor bachelors, pining for their pale suits—these needy men, so poignant in their search for wives, will break your heart in twain. Splendid and limping, original collection of stories published in English in the 12 months preceding its award in September. This year we have the usual mix of veteran and debutante authors, although unusually, five of the six places this year have been taken by authors of one country: the USA. Another unusual feature is that as many as three of the books have been published by small presses. All of the shortlistees have agreed to come to Cork next September to attend the awards ceremony and to read from their books at the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Festival.
The woman sat, watching the people around her, feeling the pain of the child who fell off his bicycle the tiredness of the old man who was slowly making his way home. She felt the joy of the children playing together on the jungle gym and saw the happiness of the young couple walking hand in hand.
Some glanced her way as they passed the bench she was sitting on, but they never spared her a thought. No one noticed the unshed tears in her eyes as she sat there watching and feeling...
hilarious and painful, a quiet perfection in its idiosyncrasy, the powerful alternate reality of Meeks is also an unforgettable truth. You’ll never see marriage the same way again.”
—Lydia Millet (author of How the Dead Dream and Oh Pure and Radiant Heart)
“The life of a bachelor is always hard, but in Meeks it’s truly desperate: if you don’t have the right suit then it’s either the Brothers of Mercy or the factories. Julia Holmes’s lucid prose tightens the noose of this curious world around your readerly neck before you even know what’s hit you. An invisible enemy, a pageant, a fashion system whose signification would stymie Roland Barthes, and a society that demands everyone rush quickly to fill their odd social slot, makes Meeks a unique (and uniquely imaginative) nightmare and a severely engrossing read.”
The woman sat, watching the people around her, feeling the pain of the child who fell off his bicycle the tiredness of the old man who was slowly making his way home. She felt the joy of the children playing together on the jungle gym and saw the happiness of the young couple walking hand in hand.
Some glanced her way as they passed the bench she was sitting on, but they never spared her a thought. No one noticed the unshed tears in her eyes as she sat there watching and feeling...
hilarious and painful, a quiet perfection in its idiosyncrasy, the powerful alternate reality of Meeks is also an unforgettable truth. You’ll never see marriage the same way again.”
—Lydia Millet (author of How the Dead Dream and Oh Pure and Radiant Heart)
“The life of a bachelor is always hard, but in Meeks it’s truly desperate: if you don’t have the right suit then it’s either the Brothers of Mercy or the factories. Julia Holmes’s lucid prose tightens the noose of this curious world around your readerly neck before you even know what’s hit you. An invisible enemy, a pageant, a fashion system whose signification would stymie Roland Barthes, and a society that demands everyone rush quickly to fill their odd social slot, makes Meeks a unique (and uniquely imaginative) nightmare and a severely engrossing read.”
IN SOME PARTS of the nation
IN SOME PARTS of the nation, the gathering of more than 100,000 people on a Saturday afternoon would make for a good college football game (and one that gets plenty of media coverage).
What about when a gathering of a similar size takes place in Washington, D.C., to protest against the war in Iraq? Last Sunday's Boston Globe tucked the story on page 6 with a photo but without any mention on the front page.
That was the first problem for many readers. Add to that the next day's rather prominent display of another rally by a much smaller group of prowar demonstrators in Washington on Page A2 -- the lead national news page on a weekday. Now you've got the ingredients for an onslaught of angry e-mails and phone calls.
''I'm flabbergasted at the relative amounts of space given to the anti- and prowar demonstrations," wrote Saul Rubin from Arlington. ''For those using the Globe as their main or only news source, the impression of what went on was vastly distorted. I expect better."
Never mind whether Rubin or the dozens of other readers who lodged complaints last week are for or against the war in Iraq. His complaint about distortions is right.
To be fair, the Globe's Sunday story on the larger antiwar protest was written by staff reporter Bryan Bender and was longer (830 words) than the Monday Associated Press story (520).
Such distinctions -- among newspaper people, anyway -- mean that more thought was devoted to the coverage of the antiwar rally. But those differences are often too subtle for readers, who usually notice first where stories appear in the paper and how much space they were given.
A protest involving 100,000 Americans -- especially when it concerns a war that polls show most people now don't support -- deserved better treatment.
Ellen Clegg, the Globe's Sunday editor, explained that the antiwar rally had been considered for the front page but that ''other stories were stronger." The story was instead given a mention atop the news index on page 2 and noted where the full article could be found inside.
Readers would have been better served with something from the large rally -- the story, photo, or a mention -- on the front page. The New York Times, by comparison, provided a front-page photo and a tease to a story inside (though it had no story in Monday's paper of the prowar rally).
Second, the size of the display (particularly the photo) of the much smaller prowar demonstration in Monday's paper should have been reduced for a more balanced presentation of the two demonstrations, something national affairs editor Kenneth Cooper acknowledged last week.
So much for 20/20 hindsight. But from the dozens of readers who contacted the ombudsman, I detected another message for Globe editors: Put the Iraq war back on the front page.
''Please bring the Iraq war coverage to where it belongs," said Debbie Carvlin of Brookline. ''This is something the whole country is experiencing and it's been pushed too much to the side and I don't want us to get complacent about what's happening there."
Domestic stories have dominated much of the news lately -- from Hurricanes Katrina and Rita to the vacancies on the Supreme Court.
In addition, the Globe recently relocated its two Baghdad-based staff reporters elsewhere in the region so that they can more broadly cover the Middle East. They still make regular visits to Iraq but much of the Globe's daily reporting now consists of shorter wire service stories.
And the paper's move toward a front page that uses larger photos and graphics means greater competition for stories to achieve page one display.
Before Friday's story from Washington on the testimony by Pentagon officials before a US Senate committee, the last time an Iraq-related story appeared on the front page of the Globe was Sept. 1 -- when 750 Shi'ite pilgrims were killed in a stampede during a religious festival. And when insurgents killed 160 people on the most violent day in Baghdad since the end of combat, the Globe's Sept. 15 story appeared on A15. (A prominent photo of a funeral for a Lawrence soldier killed in Iraq did appear on Thursday's front page but for a local story.)
The placement of stories is one way a newspaper gives readers a sense of what's important. If Globe readers are getting a message that the struggle in Iraq has become less of a priority, then the paper's editors should change that tune.
When Mark got off the bus, I tossed my backpack over onto his seat and said “’Scuse me” to the woman beside me, who had almost finished her novel.
I sat where Mark had been, and the seat was still warm from his body. For a second I almost understood my sister—why she might want to be close to him, or someone like him. Then I said, “He was so ugly.”
“Fuck you.”
Claudia put on her earphones, adjusted her pillow, and closed her eyes. I sat beside her, and I was hugely, oppressively happy. She was my sister and I loved her. I stole one of the buds from her ear, stuck it in my own, and Joey “Shithead” Keithley yelled at us as the afternoon sun poured through the window. I leaned against Claudia as though she was a pillow. “Get off me,” she said, out of habit, without meaning it. I rested my face against her bare arm, and the moisture of our skin stuck us together.
What about when a gathering of a similar size takes place in Washington, D.C., to protest against the war in Iraq? Last Sunday's Boston Globe tucked the story on page 6 with a photo but without any mention on the front page.
That was the first problem for many readers. Add to that the next day's rather prominent display of another rally by a much smaller group of prowar demonstrators in Washington on Page A2 -- the lead national news page on a weekday. Now you've got the ingredients for an onslaught of angry e-mails and phone calls.
''I'm flabbergasted at the relative amounts of space given to the anti- and prowar demonstrations," wrote Saul Rubin from Arlington. ''For those using the Globe as their main or only news source, the impression of what went on was vastly distorted. I expect better."
Never mind whether Rubin or the dozens of other readers who lodged complaints last week are for or against the war in Iraq. His complaint about distortions is right.
To be fair, the Globe's Sunday story on the larger antiwar protest was written by staff reporter Bryan Bender and was longer (830 words) than the Monday Associated Press story (520).
Such distinctions -- among newspaper people, anyway -- mean that more thought was devoted to the coverage of the antiwar rally. But those differences are often too subtle for readers, who usually notice first where stories appear in the paper and how much space they were given.
A protest involving 100,000 Americans -- especially when it concerns a war that polls show most people now don't support -- deserved better treatment.
Ellen Clegg, the Globe's Sunday editor, explained that the antiwar rally had been considered for the front page but that ''other stories were stronger." The story was instead given a mention atop the news index on page 2 and noted where the full article could be found inside.
Readers would have been better served with something from the large rally -- the story, photo, or a mention -- on the front page. The New York Times, by comparison, provided a front-page photo and a tease to a story inside (though it had no story in Monday's paper of the prowar rally).
Second, the size of the display (particularly the photo) of the much smaller prowar demonstration in Monday's paper should have been reduced for a more balanced presentation of the two demonstrations, something national affairs editor Kenneth Cooper acknowledged last week.
So much for 20/20 hindsight. But from the dozens of readers who contacted the ombudsman, I detected another message for Globe editors: Put the Iraq war back on the front page.
''Please bring the Iraq war coverage to where it belongs," said Debbie Carvlin of Brookline. ''This is something the whole country is experiencing and it's been pushed too much to the side and I don't want us to get complacent about what's happening there."
Domestic stories have dominated much of the news lately -- from Hurricanes Katrina and Rita to the vacancies on the Supreme Court.
In addition, the Globe recently relocated its two Baghdad-based staff reporters elsewhere in the region so that they can more broadly cover the Middle East. They still make regular visits to Iraq but much of the Globe's daily reporting now consists of shorter wire service stories.
And the paper's move toward a front page that uses larger photos and graphics means greater competition for stories to achieve page one display.
Before Friday's story from Washington on the testimony by Pentagon officials before a US Senate committee, the last time an Iraq-related story appeared on the front page of the Globe was Sept. 1 -- when 750 Shi'ite pilgrims were killed in a stampede during a religious festival. And when insurgents killed 160 people on the most violent day in Baghdad since the end of combat, the Globe's Sept. 15 story appeared on A15. (A prominent photo of a funeral for a Lawrence soldier killed in Iraq did appear on Thursday's front page but for a local story.)
The placement of stories is one way a newspaper gives readers a sense of what's important. If Globe readers are getting a message that the struggle in Iraq has become less of a priority, then the paper's editors should change that tune.
When Mark got off the bus, I tossed my backpack over onto his seat and said “’Scuse me” to the woman beside me, who had almost finished her novel.
I sat where Mark had been, and the seat was still warm from his body. For a second I almost understood my sister—why she might want to be close to him, or someone like him. Then I said, “He was so ugly.”
“Fuck you.”
Claudia put on her earphones, adjusted her pillow, and closed her eyes. I sat beside her, and I was hugely, oppressively happy. She was my sister and I loved her. I stole one of the buds from her ear, stuck it in my own, and Joey “Shithead” Keithley yelled at us as the afternoon sun poured through the window. I leaned against Claudia as though she was a pillow. “Get off me,” she said, out of habit, without meaning it. I rested my face against her bare arm, and the moisture of our skin stuck us together.
Meeks is a feat of desolating literary spellcraft
Never mind whether Rubin or the dozens of other readers who lodged complaints last week are for or against the war in Iraq. His complaint about distortions is right.
To be fair, the Globe's Sunday story on the larger antiwar protest was written by staff reporter Bryan Bender and was longer (830 words) than the Monday Associated Press story (520).
“Meeks is a feat of desolating literary spellcraft, irresistible for its bleak hilarity and the sere brilliance of Julia Holmes’s prose.”
—Wells Tower (author of Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned)
“The world of Meeks is cruel, cold, and weird, suffocating in laws so strange they very nearly resemble our own. Julia Holmes is that rare artist who, with invention and mythology, reveals nothing less than the most secret inner workings of the real world we overlook every day. A masterful debut by a writer of the most forceful originality.”
—Ben Marcus (author of Notable American Women and The Age of Wire and String)
Such distinctions -- among newspaper people, anyway -- mean that more thought was devoted to the coverage of the antiwar rally. But those differences are often too subtle for readers, who usually notice first where stories appear in the paper and how much space they were given.
A protest involving 100,000 Americans -- especially when it concerns a war that polls show most people now don't support -- deserved better treatment.
Ellen Clegg, the Globe's Sunday editor, explained that the antiwar rally had been considered for the front page but that ''other stories were stronger." The story was instead given a mention atop the news index on page 2 and noted where the full article could be found inside.
Readers would have been better served with something
To be fair, the Globe's Sunday story on the larger antiwar protest was written by staff reporter Bryan Bender and was longer (830 words) than the Monday Associated Press story (520).
“Meeks is a feat of desolating literary spellcraft, irresistible for its bleak hilarity and the sere brilliance of Julia Holmes’s prose.”
—Wells Tower (author of Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned)
“The world of Meeks is cruel, cold, and weird, suffocating in laws so strange they very nearly resemble our own. Julia Holmes is that rare artist who, with invention and mythology, reveals nothing less than the most secret inner workings of the real world we overlook every day. A masterful debut by a writer of the most forceful originality.”
—Ben Marcus (author of Notable American Women and The Age of Wire and String)
Such distinctions -- among newspaper people, anyway -- mean that more thought was devoted to the coverage of the antiwar rally. But those differences are often too subtle for readers, who usually notice first where stories appear in the paper and how much space they were given.
A protest involving 100,000 Americans -- especially when it concerns a war that polls show most people now don't support -- deserved better treatment.
Ellen Clegg, the Globe's Sunday editor, explained that the antiwar rally had been considered for the front page but that ''other stories were stronger." The story was instead given a mention atop the news index on page 2 and noted where the full article could be found inside.
Readers would have been better served with something
the story, photo, or a mention
the story, photo, or a mention -- on the front page. The New York Times, by comparison, provided a front-page photo and a tease to a story inside (though it had no story in Monday's paper of the prowar rally).
Second, the size of the display (particularly the photo) of the much smaller prowar demonstration in Monday's paper should have been reduced for a more balanced presentation of the two demonstrations, something national affairs editor Kenneth Cooper acknowledged last week.
So much for 20/20 hindsight. But from the dozens of readers who contacted the ombudsman, I detected another message for Globe editors: Put the Iraq war back on the front page.
''Please bring the Iraq war coverage to where it belongs," said Debbie Carvlin of Brookline. ''This is something the whole country is experiencing and it's been pushed too much to the side and I don't want us to get complacent about what's happening there."
Domestic stories have dominated much of the news lately -- from Hurricanes Katrina and Rita to the vacancies on the Supreme Court.
In addition, the Globe recently relocated its two Baghdad-based staff reporters elsewhere in the region so that they can more broadly cover the Middle East. They still make regular visits to Iraq but much of the Globe's daily reporting now consists of shorter wire service stories.
No woman will have Ben without a proper bachelor’s suit . . . and the tailor refuses to make him one. Back from war with a nameless enemy, he’s just discovered that his mother is dead and that his family home has been reassigned by the state. As if that isn’t enough, he must now find a wife, or he’ll be made a civil servant and given a permanent spot in one of the city’s oppressive factories.
Meanwhile, Meeks, a foreigner who lives in the park and imagines he’s a member of the police, is hunted by the overzealous Brothers of Mercy. Meeks’s survival depends on his peculiar friendship with a police captain—but will that be enough to prevent his execution at the annual Independence Day celebration?
A dark satire rendered with all the slapstick humor of a Buster Keaton film, Julia Holmes’s debut novel evokes the strange charm of a Haruki Murakami novel in a dystopic setting reminiscent of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Meeks portrays a world at once hilarious and disquieting, in which frustrated revolutionaries and hopeful youths suffer alongside the lost and the condemned, just for a chance at the permanent bliss of marriage and a slice of sugar-frosted Independence Day cake.
Second, the size of the display (particularly the photo) of the much smaller prowar demonstration in Monday's paper should have been reduced for a more balanced presentation of the two demonstrations, something national affairs editor Kenneth Cooper acknowledged last week.
So much for 20/20 hindsight. But from the dozens of readers who contacted the ombudsman, I detected another message for Globe editors: Put the Iraq war back on the front page.
''Please bring the Iraq war coverage to where it belongs," said Debbie Carvlin of Brookline. ''This is something the whole country is experiencing and it's been pushed too much to the side and I don't want us to get complacent about what's happening there."
Domestic stories have dominated much of the news lately -- from Hurricanes Katrina and Rita to the vacancies on the Supreme Court.
In addition, the Globe recently relocated its two Baghdad-based staff reporters elsewhere in the region so that they can more broadly cover the Middle East. They still make regular visits to Iraq but much of the Globe's daily reporting now consists of shorter wire service stories.
No woman will have Ben without a proper bachelor’s suit . . . and the tailor refuses to make him one. Back from war with a nameless enemy, he’s just discovered that his mother is dead and that his family home has been reassigned by the state. As if that isn’t enough, he must now find a wife, or he’ll be made a civil servant and given a permanent spot in one of the city’s oppressive factories.
Meanwhile, Meeks, a foreigner who lives in the park and imagines he’s a member of the police, is hunted by the overzealous Brothers of Mercy. Meeks’s survival depends on his peculiar friendship with a police captain—but will that be enough to prevent his execution at the annual Independence Day celebration?
A dark satire rendered with all the slapstick humor of a Buster Keaton film, Julia Holmes’s debut novel evokes the strange charm of a Haruki Murakami novel in a dystopic setting reminiscent of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Meeks portrays a world at once hilarious and disquieting, in which frustrated revolutionaries and hopeful youths suffer alongside the lost and the condemned, just for a chance at the permanent bliss of marriage and a slice of sugar-frosted Independence Day cake.
I’ll sit on your lap for ten seconds
This plan will be consummated with a high five, a trip to Trader Joes, and the purchase of a soccer jersey that will be worn, on average, twice a decade.
It’s also worth noting the amazing interest shown by white women in the World Cup. While they generally find most professional sporting events to be boring, the atmosphere at a World Cup match is much more amenable. Mostly because they don’t have to drink light beer and there is a good chance that they might meet a European man, or, at least someone who might be planning a trip there. This is far superior to a hockey game where, at best, they might meet a Canadian. It goes without saying that for white women, the World Cup can’t come soon enough.
“I know that.” Mom lit the joint and I heard the paper crackle as it burned. “I’m just sad tonight, I guess.”
The truth was that I did want to sit on her lap. I still liked the way she smelled, of tea and smoke and lemongrass shampoo. And I liked the way she ran her fingers through my hair. It felt soft and ticklish and usually put me into a trance.
“I’ll sit on your lap for ten seconds,” I said. “As long as you promise not to tell Claudia.”
Mom smiled in this way that made me think that maybe, in secret, my sister still liked to sit on her lap. Maybe Claudia liked the hair thing too.
“Okay,” said Mom. “Promise.”
Of course, hosting a themed party around one of the games is a sure fire way to increase your popularity with white people, but at the end of the day it does not increase your bottom line. No, during the World Cup, the most profit to be made will come from betting on the games with white people. Not only will they have plenty of disposable income, they will follow the following betting patterns:
It’s also worth noting the amazing interest shown by white women in the World Cup. While they generally find most professional sporting events to be boring, the atmosphere at a World Cup match is much more amenable. Mostly because they don’t have to drink light beer and there is a good chance that they might meet a European man, or, at least someone who might be planning a trip there. This is far superior to a hockey game where, at best, they might meet a Canadian. It goes without saying that for white women, the World Cup can’t come soon enough.
“I know that.” Mom lit the joint and I heard the paper crackle as it burned. “I’m just sad tonight, I guess.”
The truth was that I did want to sit on her lap. I still liked the way she smelled, of tea and smoke and lemongrass shampoo. And I liked the way she ran her fingers through my hair. It felt soft and ticklish and usually put me into a trance.
“I’ll sit on your lap for ten seconds,” I said. “As long as you promise not to tell Claudia.”
Mom smiled in this way that made me think that maybe, in secret, my sister still liked to sit on her lap. Maybe Claudia liked the hair thing too.
“Okay,” said Mom. “Promise.”
Of course, hosting a themed party around one of the games is a sure fire way to increase your popularity with white people, but at the end of the day it does not increase your bottom line. No, during the World Cup, the most profit to be made will come from betting on the games with white people. Not only will they have plenty of disposable income, they will follow the following betting patterns:
When it comes to talking about the event
When it comes to talking about the event, it goes without saying that you should probably avoid trying to talk to white people about any of the actual players in the World Cup aside from the biggest stars. Most white people cobble their soccer knowledge together from UK celebrity gossip and a few games of FIFA on the Wii.
But if you do find yourself talking to a white person who actually knows a lot about soccer you are probably talking to a European, or worse, a white guy who tries too hard.
The latter is especially dangerous, as they have likely been waiting for years to meet someone to converse with about “football” and with soccer’s year round schedule, they will never leave you alone.
IN SOME PARTS of the nation, the gathering of more than 100,000 people on a Saturday afternoon would make for a good college football game (and one that gets plenty of media coverage).
What I did understand, later but still way before Claudia did, was that it was impossible. That we could never break free. No matter what we did, we could never separate them from us. Our bodies were built by the lentils and flax they’d fed us. Their bone structure lingered in our faces. Their humour and neuroses were planted deep in our brains, and we’d inherited their voices, their sayings, their stories. They were our parents. Even when Claudia’s rebellion was complete—when she ditched the punk scene and left that territory to me, when she started wearing brand names and married a stockbroker—even then, they forgave her and loved her and got really high at her wedding.
A couple of nights before we left for Port Hardy, Claudia listened to Nomeansno in her room and I sat at the kitchen table, using my pastels to draw a picture of Sid Vicious. Mom was in the kitchen too, rolling her evening joint. And I knew that, twelve hours away, Dad was doing the exact same thing. “Juniper?” said Mom. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”
What about when a gathering of a similar size takes place in Washington, D.C., to protest against the war in Iraq? Last Sunday's Boston Globe tucked the story on page 6 with a photo but without any mention on the front page.
That was the first problem for many readers. Add to that the next day's rather prominent display of another rally by a much smaller group of prowar demonstrators in Washington on Page A2 -- the lead national news page on a weekday. Now you've got the ingredients for an onslaught of angry e-mails and phone calls.
''I'm flabbergasted at the relative amounts of space given to the anti- and prowar demonstrations," wrote Saul Rubin from Arlington. ''For those using the Globe as their main or only news source, the impression of what went on was vastly distorted. I expect better."
But if you do find yourself talking to a white person who actually knows a lot about soccer you are probably talking to a European, or worse, a white guy who tries too hard.
The latter is especially dangerous, as they have likely been waiting for years to meet someone to converse with about “football” and with soccer’s year round schedule, they will never leave you alone.
IN SOME PARTS of the nation, the gathering of more than 100,000 people on a Saturday afternoon would make for a good college football game (and one that gets plenty of media coverage).
What I did understand, later but still way before Claudia did, was that it was impossible. That we could never break free. No matter what we did, we could never separate them from us. Our bodies were built by the lentils and flax they’d fed us. Their bone structure lingered in our faces. Their humour and neuroses were planted deep in our brains, and we’d inherited their voices, their sayings, their stories. They were our parents. Even when Claudia’s rebellion was complete—when she ditched the punk scene and left that territory to me, when she started wearing brand names and married a stockbroker—even then, they forgave her and loved her and got really high at her wedding.
A couple of nights before we left for Port Hardy, Claudia listened to Nomeansno in her room and I sat at the kitchen table, using my pastels to draw a picture of Sid Vicious. Mom was in the kitchen too, rolling her evening joint. And I knew that, twelve hours away, Dad was doing the exact same thing. “Juniper?” said Mom. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”
What about when a gathering of a similar size takes place in Washington, D.C., to protest against the war in Iraq? Last Sunday's Boston Globe tucked the story on page 6 with a photo but without any mention on the front page.
That was the first problem for many readers. Add to that the next day's rather prominent display of another rally by a much smaller group of prowar demonstrators in Washington on Page A2 -- the lead national news page on a weekday. Now you've got the ingredients for an onslaught of angry e-mails and phone calls.
''I'm flabbergasted at the relative amounts of space given to the anti- and prowar demonstrations," wrote Saul Rubin from Arlington. ''For those using the Globe as their main or only news source, the impression of what went on was vastly distorted. I expect better."
I desperately needed to know
Every four years the planet comes together to celebrate the World Cup and since white people make up a portion the world, they are not immune to the excitement.
However, before you start planning out long watching sessions with white people you should be aware of exactly why white people get so excited about the World Cup. Though you may be waiting on bated breath for your favorite sport on a global scale, white people like the World Cup because it allows them to pretend they are European for a few weeks, and more importantly, it allows them to get drunk at odd hours.
year my parents seprated coincided with the year I adored my sister. Claudia was fourteen, and was at the beginning of the long rebellion that would define her life. I was eleven and still looked like a boy: hair that my mom cut too short, legs that I hadn’t started to shave. I wore the same outfit almost every day: jeans with embossed flowers and a green sweater. No wonder I was obsessed with Claudia. She listened to the Dead Kennedys and the Dayglo Abortions. She had purple hair and a fake ID that claimed she was nineteen and from Oshawa. She’d gotten her period, and boys had started to call our house asking for her. Sometimes I answered the phone in the evenings, and there would be a nervous male voice on the line, pleading, “Can I talk to Claudia?”
“Who’s calling, please?” I desperately needed to know.
But Claudia was a slave to the telephone and always aware of its ringing. She’d smack the back of my head before I could get any information. “Give it, June. Now.”
She was cruel and lovely and totally awesome. I snuck into her room to riffle through her shoebox of tapes any chance I got.
Virtually every white person you speak to about the World Cup is incapable of remembering any actual event that took place during a game but can, with near total recall, remember how they got very drunk on Sangria during a Spain-Paraguay match at five in the morning.
From reading the above paragraph, the sharper ones among you have likely noticed that clever white people also adore the World Cup because it allows them to pair countries with their respective alcoholic drink.
“England is playing Argentina? Dude we gotta get some Newcastle then like, I don’t know, like some wine I guess?”
However, before you start planning out long watching sessions with white people you should be aware of exactly why white people get so excited about the World Cup. Though you may be waiting on bated breath for your favorite sport on a global scale, white people like the World Cup because it allows them to pretend they are European for a few weeks, and more importantly, it allows them to get drunk at odd hours.
year my parents seprated coincided with the year I adored my sister. Claudia was fourteen, and was at the beginning of the long rebellion that would define her life. I was eleven and still looked like a boy: hair that my mom cut too short, legs that I hadn’t started to shave. I wore the same outfit almost every day: jeans with embossed flowers and a green sweater. No wonder I was obsessed with Claudia. She listened to the Dead Kennedys and the Dayglo Abortions. She had purple hair and a fake ID that claimed she was nineteen and from Oshawa. She’d gotten her period, and boys had started to call our house asking for her. Sometimes I answered the phone in the evenings, and there would be a nervous male voice on the line, pleading, “Can I talk to Claudia?”
“Who’s calling, please?” I desperately needed to know.
But Claudia was a slave to the telephone and always aware of its ringing. She’d smack the back of my head before I could get any information. “Give it, June. Now.”
She was cruel and lovely and totally awesome. I snuck into her room to riffle through her shoebox of tapes any chance I got.
Virtually every white person you speak to about the World Cup is incapable of remembering any actual event that took place during a game but can, with near total recall, remember how they got very drunk on Sangria during a Spain-Paraguay match at five in the morning.
From reading the above paragraph, the sharper ones among you have likely noticed that clever white people also adore the World Cup because it allows them to pair countries with their respective alcoholic drink.
“England is playing Argentina? Dude we gotta get some Newcastle then like, I don’t know, like some wine I guess?”
2010年8月17日星期二
The deputy took Mantle to the jail emergency room
The deputy took Mantle to the jail emergency room. Mantle couldn’t believe what was going on. He was a respected lawyer about to spend the night in jail with violent criminals, some of whom he’d helped to convict. He’d be lucky to get out alive. And all because of a stupid cup of coffee.
Mantle was in jail because he had displeased Judge Brown. Brown had asked Mantle to bring her a caffe latte from Moonbucks on Mantle’s way back from lunch. Mantle had had previous run-ins with Brown. He didn’t like Brown, and refused to be her errand boy. When Mantle returned from lunch, she asked him where her coffee was. Mantle said, “They ran out. They said to come back tomorrow.”
The GLE 455 center speaker uses a sealed cabinet with a tweeter and two 61⁄4-inch midrange drivers. Unlike with some center speakers, there's no way to adjust the cabinet's vertical tilt. The 455 can be used as a horizontal center speaker (which is what I did) or flipped around for use as a front-L/R or rear-channel speaker.
The AS 85 SC powered subwoofer is small by contemporary standards, both in its size (less than 20 inches high) and power (Canton claims 150 watts of "music power"). But it does sport a front-firing 9-inch driver along with a front port. The rear panel has controls to adjust volume, crossover, and phase. You'll also find jacks for stereo/mono line input and stereo line output, as well as speaker-level inputs and outputs. A "normal/narrow" switch compensates for room size by altering the crossover's response (see Test Bench for details).
SETUP
Unless I someday move my comfy chair, the designated speaker locations in my listening room are as rigidly defined as Newtonian physics. I placed the towers along my front narrow wall, about 8 feet apart, and the center speaker beneath my TV. I put the surrounds on my own trusty stands behind my chair and along each side wall. Finally, I placed the sub along my front wall in the spot where experience has shown that I'll get optimal bass response at my listening position.
Mantle was in jail because he had displeased Judge Brown. Brown had asked Mantle to bring her a caffe latte from Moonbucks on Mantle’s way back from lunch. Mantle had had previous run-ins with Brown. He didn’t like Brown, and refused to be her errand boy. When Mantle returned from lunch, she asked him where her coffee was. Mantle said, “They ran out. They said to come back tomorrow.”
The GLE 455 center speaker uses a sealed cabinet with a tweeter and two 61⁄4-inch midrange drivers. Unlike with some center speakers, there's no way to adjust the cabinet's vertical tilt. The 455 can be used as a horizontal center speaker (which is what I did) or flipped around for use as a front-L/R or rear-channel speaker.
The AS 85 SC powered subwoofer is small by contemporary standards, both in its size (less than 20 inches high) and power (Canton claims 150 watts of "music power"). But it does sport a front-firing 9-inch driver along with a front port. The rear panel has controls to adjust volume, crossover, and phase. You'll also find jacks for stereo/mono line input and stereo line output, as well as speaker-level inputs and outputs. A "normal/narrow" switch compensates for room size by altering the crossover's response (see Test Bench for details).
SETUP
Unless I someday move my comfy chair, the designated speaker locations in my listening room are as rigidly defined as Newtonian physics. I placed the towers along my front narrow wall, about 8 feet apart, and the center speaker beneath my TV. I put the surrounds on my own trusty stands behind my chair and along each side wall. Finally, I placed the sub along my front wall in the spot where experience has shown that I'll get optimal bass response at my listening position.
On Friday afternoon a judge sentenced
On Friday afternoon a judge sentenced lawyer Mickey Mantle to 24 hours in jail for contempt. Mantle had just won a lawsuit against a man who had struck Mantle’s client. The client had accidentally spilled a diet soda onto the defendant’s new sneakers, so he broke the client’s jaw. The judge sentenced the defendant to two years in jail for assault and battery. But after handcuffing the defendant, the sheriff’s deputy also handcuffed Mantle. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?” Mantle shouted.
“Sorry. Judge’s orders,” replied the deputy, as he escorted Mantle and the defendant out of the courtroom. “She said to throw you in jail overnight for contempt of court.” Because the judge had already left the courtroom, Mantle had no one to protest to.
Mantle and the convicted man were put in the back of the same van and driven five miles to the city jail. When they were taken out of the van, Mantle had a black eye and a bloody nose. He told the deputy that the defendant had head-butted him. The defendant called Mantle a liar. He told the deputy that Mantle had gone flying when the van made a sharp turn and banged his face on the defendant’s knee.
Maxwell’s drive to the interview was disappointing. The traffic was congested and the neighborhood looked rough. It took him 45 minutes to get there. The building was covered with graffiti.
The interview started 30 minutes late. Not bothering to apologize, the manager lit a cigarette and took a sip from his coffee cup. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. He asked Maxwell a lot of questions. Maxwell thought that each question was stupider than the preceding question. The final question was, “Where would you like to be 10 years from now?”
What does that have to do with typing? Maxwell wondered. Stupid questions from a rude man in a lousy neighborhood! Where would he like to be 10 years from now?
“Anywhere but this dump!” Maxwell said angrily, as he stood up and walked out.
“Sorry. Judge’s orders,” replied the deputy, as he escorted Mantle and the defendant out of the courtroom. “She said to throw you in jail overnight for contempt of court.” Because the judge had already left the courtroom, Mantle had no one to protest to.
Mantle and the convicted man were put in the back of the same van and driven five miles to the city jail. When they were taken out of the van, Mantle had a black eye and a bloody nose. He told the deputy that the defendant had head-butted him. The defendant called Mantle a liar. He told the deputy that Mantle had gone flying when the van made a sharp turn and banged his face on the defendant’s knee.
Maxwell’s drive to the interview was disappointing. The traffic was congested and the neighborhood looked rough. It took him 45 minutes to get there. The building was covered with graffiti.
The interview started 30 minutes late. Not bothering to apologize, the manager lit a cigarette and took a sip from his coffee cup. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. He asked Maxwell a lot of questions. Maxwell thought that each question was stupider than the preceding question. The final question was, “Where would you like to be 10 years from now?”
What does that have to do with typing? Maxwell wondered. Stupid questions from a rude man in a lousy neighborhood! Where would he like to be 10 years from now?
“Anywhere but this dump!” Maxwell said angrily, as he stood up and walked out.
Adrian had calmed down
Friday morning, he went to work for the very last time. Those who knew him well would miss him. Fritz was a genuinely nice guy. He never had a bad word to say about anyone. Some people might have thought he was a little dull, but he was intelligent, a hard worker, and a team player. He had taken only three weeks of sick leave in 30 years.
A small group took him out to lunch. When he returned from lunch, the whole office gathered around for cake, ice cream, a farewell card, and a few short speeches. They presented him with various going-away gifts, including a big, paperback US atlas. It listed all the motels, campgrounds, national parks, tourist spots, and other information to help guide a leisurely traveler throughout the good old USA. He had told his friends that he and Paige were going to spend a couple of years visiting all the places that he never had gotten to explore while there on business. As a final gift, his supervisor told him to take the rest of the day off.
Paige’s car wasn’t in the driveway when he got home. She was probably shopping for some traveling clothes. Maybe she was out arranging a dinner at a restaurant that evening for just the two of them. That would be nice.
But something was wrong. When he hung up his jacket, he saw that the bedroom closet was half empty. Paige’s clothes were gone. Her shoes were not on the closet floor. Confused, he looked around the bedroom.
He saw an envelope on the lamp stand. Inside it were two pieces of paper. One notified him of a divorce proceeding. The other was a hand-written note from Paige. “I’m so sorry,” it began. She said that her lawyer had told her to wait until today. If she had sought divorce a year earlier, like her boyfriend had suggested, she would not have been able to qualify for 50 percent of Fritz’s pension. She hoped that he would find it in his heart to forgive her. She felt terrible about this, she wrote, because “you’ve been so good to me. But I can’t ignore my own heart.”
Fritz sat immobile on the edge of the bed. Her note was in his hand; her words were burning in his brain.
Maybe an hour later, the phone rang. He picked it up on the fifth ring. It was Bob, wondering if Fritz was going to play poker later that night.
Two days later, Adrian received a phone call from the representative. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but there’s no one at that store named Ursula. Can you describe her? I’ll find out who she is. I assure you, we do not tolerate rude behavior, nor do we tolerate lying to customers.”
By this time, Adrian had calmed down. He didn’t really want the employee to lose her job. He told the representative to forget about it.
A small group took him out to lunch. When he returned from lunch, the whole office gathered around for cake, ice cream, a farewell card, and a few short speeches. They presented him with various going-away gifts, including a big, paperback US atlas. It listed all the motels, campgrounds, national parks, tourist spots, and other information to help guide a leisurely traveler throughout the good old USA. He had told his friends that he and Paige were going to spend a couple of years visiting all the places that he never had gotten to explore while there on business. As a final gift, his supervisor told him to take the rest of the day off.
Paige’s car wasn’t in the driveway when he got home. She was probably shopping for some traveling clothes. Maybe she was out arranging a dinner at a restaurant that evening for just the two of them. That would be nice.
But something was wrong. When he hung up his jacket, he saw that the bedroom closet was half empty. Paige’s clothes were gone. Her shoes were not on the closet floor. Confused, he looked around the bedroom.
He saw an envelope on the lamp stand. Inside it were two pieces of paper. One notified him of a divorce proceeding. The other was a hand-written note from Paige. “I’m so sorry,” it began. She said that her lawyer had told her to wait until today. If she had sought divorce a year earlier, like her boyfriend had suggested, she would not have been able to qualify for 50 percent of Fritz’s pension. She hoped that he would find it in his heart to forgive her. She felt terrible about this, she wrote, because “you’ve been so good to me. But I can’t ignore my own heart.”
Fritz sat immobile on the edge of the bed. Her note was in his hand; her words were burning in his brain.
Maybe an hour later, the phone rang. He picked it up on the fifth ring. It was Bob, wondering if Fritz was going to play poker later that night.
Two days later, Adrian received a phone call from the representative. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but there’s no one at that store named Ursula. Can you describe her? I’ll find out who she is. I assure you, we do not tolerate rude behavior, nor do we tolerate lying to customers.”
By this time, Adrian had calmed down. He didn’t really want the employee to lose her job. He told the representative to forget about it.
same aluminum cone material found
Canton is Germany's largest and best-selling speaker manufacturer. I'd recently checked out the company's DSS 303 iPod sound system ("What's Up, Dock?" September 2008) and was impressed by that wonderful bit of Euro-engineering. So it was with great interest that I greeted Canton's new, revamped GLE Series home theater speakers, touted as a "high value" line that uses trickle-down technology from the company's more expensive products.
My review system comprised a pair of GLE 490 floor-standing towers, a GLE 455 center speaker, a pair of GLE 420 surrounds, and an AS 85 SC powered subwoofer. All of the satellites share similar drivers - a good thing, since it helps ensure that the tonality will match all around. The 1-inch soft-dome tweeter found in all the speakers employs a fabric dome, but this new-and-improved version also uses a finer silk material, as well as revised driver geometry, magnet structure, and front plate. And the satellites' midrange/bass drivers use the same aluminum cone material found in Canton's high-end speakers. Finally, the speakers sport a very gently curved front baffle that's said to improve both frequency-response linearity and driver efficiency in the crossover-frequency range.
The GLE speakers all feature attractive punched-metal grilles. And each cabinet's back panel is finished as nicely as the sides. These are particularly handsome-looking speakers - with their aluminum cones clearly visible behind the silvery metal grilles, they'll fit in with the décor of any contemporary listening room.
The GLE 490s - which take me back to the day when men were men, speakers were speakers, and no one had ever heard of an iPod - are classic three-way bass-reflex towers with a tweeter, a 7-inch midrange driver, and two 8-inch woofers. The GLE 420 compact speaker I used for surrounds, meanwhile, sports one tweeter and a single 61⁄4-inch midrange/bass driver. Since the 420's port is located around back, there's no built-in provision for wall mounting.
My review system comprised a pair of GLE 490 floor-standing towers, a GLE 455 center speaker, a pair of GLE 420 surrounds, and an AS 85 SC powered subwoofer. All of the satellites share similar drivers - a good thing, since it helps ensure that the tonality will match all around. The 1-inch soft-dome tweeter found in all the speakers employs a fabric dome, but this new-and-improved version also uses a finer silk material, as well as revised driver geometry, magnet structure, and front plate. And the satellites' midrange/bass drivers use the same aluminum cone material found in Canton's high-end speakers. Finally, the speakers sport a very gently curved front baffle that's said to improve both frequency-response linearity and driver efficiency in the crossover-frequency range.
The GLE speakers all feature attractive punched-metal grilles. And each cabinet's back panel is finished as nicely as the sides. These are particularly handsome-looking speakers - with their aluminum cones clearly visible behind the silvery metal grilles, they'll fit in with the décor of any contemporary listening room.
The GLE 490s - which take me back to the day when men were men, speakers were speakers, and no one had ever heard of an iPod - are classic three-way bass-reflex towers with a tweeter, a 7-inch midrange driver, and two 8-inch woofers. The GLE 420 compact speaker I used for surrounds, meanwhile, sports one tweeter and a single 61⁄4-inch midrange/bass driver. Since the 420's port is located around back, there's no built-in provision for wall mounting.
My name is John Smith
Travis and Paul were best friends and in the ninth grade. They didn’t like anything about school except the girls and the baseball. They were both on the junior high baseball team. Both wanted to be major league baseball players when they grew up.
On Thursday, baseball practice lasted for two hours after school. After practice, Travis and Paul were hungry and thirsty. Between them, they had $2.05. There was a small grocery store three blocks from the school.
“What can we buy for only $2?” asked Travis.
“We could split a soda and a candy bar,” replied Paul.
“That’s going to be hard to do, since I like orange soda and you like root beer,” said Travis. “And I hate peanuts in candy bars and you love them,” said Paul.
As they approached the store, they were still thinking about their problem. One solution, of course, was for one of them to pick the soda and the other to pick the candy bar. The problem with that solution would be that one of them would still be thirsty and the other would still be hungry.
“Wait a minute,” said Paul. “I’ve got an idea.” They stopped, and Paul told Travis his idea.
Maria and Lisa were best friends. They shared a two-bedroom apartment in Hollywood. Maria was a clerk at a clothing store, and Lisa was a clerk at a supermarket. Their hours varied, so they didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time together. But last weekend both were off work. “Let’s go to the beach,” suggested Maria.
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Lisa. “Which one?”
“Well, I would prefer an uncrowded beach, because I think I’ve put on a few pounds recently. I don’t want any boys seeing my fat.”
“Oh, please,” said Lisa. “You eat so little. Ounces don’t turn into pounds. How about Zuma Beach? That’s pretty far north of Santa Monica Beach, so it’s just right—not too crowded and not too empty.”
“That sounds good,” said Maria.
The drive to the beach took more than an hour. When they got there, the hot and sunny Hollywood weather had become cool, windy, and overcast beach weather. Both of them had been to the beach many times before, so they were not surprised by the change in weather. They put on their jackets, shoes, and socks, and headed north to hunt for seashells.
Within an hour they had collected about 20 beautiful shells into a plastic bag. They were still walking slowly north when they heard a roar. They turned around to see a four-wheel All Terrain Vehicle coming rapidly toward them. The driver braked at the last moment. Sand flew onto the two girls. They both screamed.
The driver was wearing a jacket that said Beach Patrol. He got off the ATV and started yelling at them. “What are you two doing here? Can’t you read? The signs say Private Property. They say No Trespassing. Get out of here before I write you a ticket and have you arrested.”
“What’s your name?” Maria stood defiantly. “I’m going to report you to the police. You’re not a real patrol officer. This is a public beach. Those signs are phony signs put up by homeowners who think they own the beach.”
“My name is John Smith. Report me to whoever you want. Now get out of here or you’ll be sorry.”
“You can’t make us leave. This is a public beach!” yelled Maria.
On Thursday, baseball practice lasted for two hours after school. After practice, Travis and Paul were hungry and thirsty. Between them, they had $2.05. There was a small grocery store three blocks from the school.
“What can we buy for only $2?” asked Travis.
“We could split a soda and a candy bar,” replied Paul.
“That’s going to be hard to do, since I like orange soda and you like root beer,” said Travis. “And I hate peanuts in candy bars and you love them,” said Paul.
As they approached the store, they were still thinking about their problem. One solution, of course, was for one of them to pick the soda and the other to pick the candy bar. The problem with that solution would be that one of them would still be thirsty and the other would still be hungry.
“Wait a minute,” said Paul. “I’ve got an idea.” They stopped, and Paul told Travis his idea.
Maria and Lisa were best friends. They shared a two-bedroom apartment in Hollywood. Maria was a clerk at a clothing store, and Lisa was a clerk at a supermarket. Their hours varied, so they didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time together. But last weekend both were off work. “Let’s go to the beach,” suggested Maria.
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Lisa. “Which one?”
“Well, I would prefer an uncrowded beach, because I think I’ve put on a few pounds recently. I don’t want any boys seeing my fat.”
“Oh, please,” said Lisa. “You eat so little. Ounces don’t turn into pounds. How about Zuma Beach? That’s pretty far north of Santa Monica Beach, so it’s just right—not too crowded and not too empty.”
“That sounds good,” said Maria.
The drive to the beach took more than an hour. When they got there, the hot and sunny Hollywood weather had become cool, windy, and overcast beach weather. Both of them had been to the beach many times before, so they were not surprised by the change in weather. They put on their jackets, shoes, and socks, and headed north to hunt for seashells.
Within an hour they had collected about 20 beautiful shells into a plastic bag. They were still walking slowly north when they heard a roar. They turned around to see a four-wheel All Terrain Vehicle coming rapidly toward them. The driver braked at the last moment. Sand flew onto the two girls. They both screamed.
The driver was wearing a jacket that said Beach Patrol. He got off the ATV and started yelling at them. “What are you two doing here? Can’t you read? The signs say Private Property. They say No Trespassing. Get out of here before I write you a ticket and have you arrested.”
“What’s your name?” Maria stood defiantly. “I’m going to report you to the police. You’re not a real patrol officer. This is a public beach. Those signs are phony signs put up by homeowners who think they own the beach.”
“My name is John Smith. Report me to whoever you want. Now get out of here or you’ll be sorry.”
“You can’t make us leave. This is a public beach!” yelled Maria.
Fritz felt blessed
Adrian’s favorite store was the $1 Store. This store had everything, from fresh produce to birthday cards to gasoline additives. Everything was one dollar. Usually, he got very good deals; occasionally, he got ripped off.
A few days ago, Adrian bought six packages of ink for his printer. Then he found a deal on better ink at the local computer store. So Adrian went back to the $1 Store to exchange the ink for some other items.
He put the ink into a plastic bag and tied it up. When he entered the store, he immediately showed the bag to a clerk and told her that he was returning some items. She looked at him but said nothing. There were about ten people in her line. She was obviously very busy. Not knowing exactly what to do, Adrian put the bag into a push-cart and started shopping.
He was midway through shopping when a female employee suddenly stopped him. “Sir,” she said sternly, “you are not allowed to carry a plastic bag of items around in this store. What’s in this bag? Show me what’s in the bag!”
Adrian was taken aback. There was no need for her to yell. He opened the bag and showed her the six packages of ink. “I’m returning these to exchange for some other items,” Adrian said.
“You should have left the bag with the clerk when you entered this store. Let me see your receipt!” the employee demanded.
Adrian was embarrassed. He felt like a shoplifter. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. He showed her the receipt.
“Perhaps in the future you’ll learn how to follow store policy. Leave this bag here with the clerk. You can have your receipt and bag back when you check out.”
By the time Adrian had finished shopping and exchanged the items, he was angry. How dare she treat him like a criminal? He went looking for her. He wanted an apology. He found her in the produce section and asked what her name was. She mumbled something. He asked her again, and this time he heard “Ursula.”
“Ursula what?” he asked. She yelled at him, “Ursula!” and stormed away.
When Adrian got home, he called the store’s corporate headquarters. This rude employee was about to lose her job, he said to himself. He described his unpleasant experience to a customer service representative. She was sympathetic. “Our employees are taught to be polite. We will not tolerate such behavior. Give me your phone number and I will call you back.”
It was 10 p.m. Fritz said good night to his wife. She was watching TV. He went to bed. Tomorrow was a big day. It was his last day of work. Thirty years with the federal government. Thirty years of flying out of town for weeks on end. Thirty years of interviews, meetings, and heavy briefcases. Tomorrow it would all be over. Not that he didn’t like it. He had enjoyed his career.
Fritz felt blessed. His father had had a tough life as an unskilled laborer. Whenever Fritz was a bit discouraged or upset, he thought about his overworked and underpaid father. He thanked God for his own good life, and for the fact that he had been able to make his dad’s last years comfortable.
His two children were married and had their own careers. His wife Paige kept busy with, among other things, her bridge club. She had tried to get him interested in bridge, but without success. Fritz was content with his own Friday night poker group.
A few days ago, Adrian bought six packages of ink for his printer. Then he found a deal on better ink at the local computer store. So Adrian went back to the $1 Store to exchange the ink for some other items.
He put the ink into a plastic bag and tied it up. When he entered the store, he immediately showed the bag to a clerk and told her that he was returning some items. She looked at him but said nothing. There were about ten people in her line. She was obviously very busy. Not knowing exactly what to do, Adrian put the bag into a push-cart and started shopping.
He was midway through shopping when a female employee suddenly stopped him. “Sir,” she said sternly, “you are not allowed to carry a plastic bag of items around in this store. What’s in this bag? Show me what’s in the bag!”
Adrian was taken aback. There was no need for her to yell. He opened the bag and showed her the six packages of ink. “I’m returning these to exchange for some other items,” Adrian said.
“You should have left the bag with the clerk when you entered this store. Let me see your receipt!” the employee demanded.
Adrian was embarrassed. He felt like a shoplifter. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. He showed her the receipt.
“Perhaps in the future you’ll learn how to follow store policy. Leave this bag here with the clerk. You can have your receipt and bag back when you check out.”
By the time Adrian had finished shopping and exchanged the items, he was angry. How dare she treat him like a criminal? He went looking for her. He wanted an apology. He found her in the produce section and asked what her name was. She mumbled something. He asked her again, and this time he heard “Ursula.”
“Ursula what?” he asked. She yelled at him, “Ursula!” and stormed away.
When Adrian got home, he called the store’s corporate headquarters. This rude employee was about to lose her job, he said to himself. He described his unpleasant experience to a customer service representative. She was sympathetic. “Our employees are taught to be polite. We will not tolerate such behavior. Give me your phone number and I will call you back.”
It was 10 p.m. Fritz said good night to his wife. She was watching TV. He went to bed. Tomorrow was a big day. It was his last day of work. Thirty years with the federal government. Thirty years of flying out of town for weeks on end. Thirty years of interviews, meetings, and heavy briefcases. Tomorrow it would all be over. Not that he didn’t like it. He had enjoyed his career.
Fritz felt blessed. His father had had a tough life as an unskilled laborer. Whenever Fritz was a bit discouraged or upset, he thought about his overworked and underpaid father. He thanked God for his own good life, and for the fact that he had been able to make his dad’s last years comfortable.
His two children were married and had their own careers. His wife Paige kept busy with, among other things, her bridge club. She had tried to get him interested in bridge, but without success. Fritz was content with his own Friday night poker group.
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