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Mat Rempit
"They really need a better motorcycle, OBVIOUSLY."
Mat Rempits were formerly malay retards and idiots. However, they evolved into sub-intelligent primates somewhere in 1971, and they ride bicycles in the circus. In 1982 they stopped growing tails, they moved on to 70cc motorbikes because they no longer have tails that might get burnt accidentally by the exhaust pipe.
Although they were still retarded during that time (and still are..), they somehow managed to look and learn the Hollywood stunt mans. Through their understanding of friction, they created a super-low-cost-and-fuel-efficient method of riding the motorbikes. The Mat Rempit is Malaysia's super-low-cost-pastime for Malay retards to show-off their biking skills on the traffic-ridden streets of Kuala Lumpur.
These kids are so desperate, they must do zig zag like a monkey, look backwards at full speed (very important tactic) and suddenly stop at roadside smoking, phone calling, etc. The crazier they drive, the sexier they look, it seems.
Mat Rempits also have been influenced by the Western art and media culture, taking up terms such as Superman , Spiderman, Ironman, Cicakman and also Deadman. They start from young, when their dads give them their very first "kapcais" (100cc motorbikes).
However, they are also very patriotic too by waving Malaysian flags all around during Independence Day shouting "Merdeka!", and then ending up under a van.
They are also main contributors to Malaysia's Vision 2020 goal to have a 70 million population through mass rape of gullible Malay teenagers and their fellow Minah Rempits. Their role is absolutely crucial because the population growth of the Chinese and the Indians are grinding to a halt - both due to migration and improved family planning. The government hopes someday to populate the entire streets with crazy-ass Mat Rempits and show the entire world just how responsible Malaysian bikers are.
Rempit styles
- The Superman style was created by Yap Yong Phui from Bandar Kinrara. The style is performed by lying down horizontally on the bike and speeding at 150kmh. Guinness world of records were amazed when they tested the results and found out the this method actually increased the speed by 20% and giving them +2 bonus when evading police roadblocks. The Sailboat method was also a jaw-dropping skill where the rempit stands on the seat of the bike and control the bike via their feet. This method harness the wind's energy and thus lowers fuel consumption and saving enough money to buy drugs and cigarettes, giving them -25% fuel consumption, +10% money saving, +3 bonus when there is a strong wind. Another way is where the rempit does a willy where they will carry the front wheels and ride only on the back wheel. With less surface touching the ground, they manage to lower the friction, this is the most common method and can be found on the streets of Penang almost every midnight.
- The Deadman method is usually found near traffic lights or under a lorry's wheel. Usually rempits will zig-zag in traffic and end up under a lorry or fly across a junction when the traffic light is red at the speeds of 120km/h and usually end up colliding with a solid object. This is another common method in rempiting especially among the newbies. However, there is one drawback. This skill is the ultimate skill where the user can only cast it once in their life. After casting it, no cards can be drawn and regrets are not accepted. Loser loses 40 lives and gains a +150% pain bonus and +3 bonus from instant death. If user has helmet, loser only loses 30 lives and gains only 120% pain bonus and +30% chance of succumbing into a coma.
- The Spiderman method is where rempits ride the motorbike in pairs. The pillion rider stands at the back of the seat. The driver gains -20% fuel consumption because the pillion harnesses the energy from the wind. The pillion rider gets high and starts swinging his hand like a propeller and thus giving the motorbike a +50% speed boost for 8 seconds. During this time, there is a 20% chance that the pillion rider will fall off the bike and suffer broken bones. This is probably the best way to enjoy rempiting if you do not have driving license.
This is a favourite past time for Mat Rempits as well as useless half-dead malay zombies. It is a very complex game which includes the elements of football, merry-go-round and monopoly. The main players are referred to as penagih or addicts. A pengedar/distributor will monopolize the field, providing the penagihs with needles and poison to play with.
The addicts inject themselves with poison, and then pass the needle around and wait for their turn. A red card is given when a player of the distributor crosses the line where the police/linesmen will drag them out where the judge/referee will decide their fate. Usually, the distributors will be sent to the slaughter house for providing low quality poison whereas the addicts will be sent to pusat serenti/recovery centre to be trained.Usually addicts will learn martial arts in the pusat serenti where they will graduate and return to society to utilize their skills during robbery or theft.
Suntik-go-round is very popular and is usually played in abandoned buildings, behind old shoplots, and some residential playground. Playing at 3am in the morning is a must for Mat Rempits because this game will help them concentrate when they ride their motorbike.
Mat Rempit Life Styles
- Mat rempits are now wasting time trying to get money by robbing people. They will ride their cheap 'kapsais' motorcycle and surround a car driven by a person who is alone. This thing will happen at night time only, because Mat Rempit will be invisible at night. The leader will smash a car window and try to threaten the driver so he/she gives his/her money and jewelry to the mat rempit.
So far Mat Rempits that try to rob people's car when they are alone have escaped because the driver cannot see mat rempit's at night. Some drivers with bionic eyes will immediately press the accelerator and drive over the idiot Mat Rempits and kill as many as he can. He will gain +30 to max hit point for every Mat Rempit he kills. Mat rempits that are killed will lose 30 lives and will have to form a new group of Mat Rempits. He will also loose his money and his brains (if he didn't have any, then he will be used to it).
Other Family members of Mat Rempit
- Car Rempit - Just like the Mat Rempit but richer with their fully modded cars such as SLK(Smart Little Kancil), Saga Turbo, Beng-Wira, Suck-tria, Wa-Jadi-Lotion or ProtonJunk-2. There are also very wealthy Car Rempits who use super cars such as Civic EG, Toyota Vios, Nissan Sentra or Ferrari Enzo-ciplak. Normally they race in the public road or highway. Besides speeding and drifting in the illegal F1 they can perform other amazing stunts like the Mat Rempits such as the wheelie, wikang, pacak or even the Superman. Stickers all over the surface and the big mirror,Mitsubishi logo and loud exhaust, GT-Wing or gigantic spoilers are a MUST for their modified cars.
- Mat Salleh - The white people from the west are know as Mat Salleh for the villege people. It was believe some of the Mat Rempit ancestors were Mat Salleh. Thus they sharing the same surname Mat.
- Bus Rempit - Also known as Bas F1. Ex-Mat Rempits who are now working as a bus driver or father of the Mat Rempit. They display the same craziness as the Car Rempits and the Mat Rempits, and much worse. They love to block a 3-lane road to become a bus stop.
- Lorry Rempit - Also known as Lori Hantu. Same as the Bus Rempits but they are more furious with their big and powerful vehicles. Lorry Rempits are also known as invisible men as they are always missing after getting involved in a traffic accident
- Taxi Rempit - Also known as Teksi Terbang. Besides giving their passengers heart attacks when they zig-zag through trafic (and also crazy taxi fares), they are now encouraged to have side buisnesses within their cars to have more money for cigaretes and sirih.
- Pizza Rempit - Mat Rempits with a job in the food buisness. Normally not found under normal conditions, these uniformed Mat Rempit fly out of a fast food restaurant on their EX5 Dreams at about 100 km/h everytime the number 1300-88-2525 is called. Sometimes more powerful bikes such as the RX-Z are found outside their headquarters, probably used for faster deliveries (and more splatted brain toppings on the road if you don't get your pizza in 20 minutes). They are also capable of all Mat Rempit stunts especially the 12 o'clock wheelie (the pizza box acts as a stabiliser). However, this kind of Rempit is actually USEFUL to our community; you never have to wait long for food (as long as the rider doesn't do a Deadman stunt).
- Mat Cemerlang - A licensed or legal Mat Rempit recognized by the Son-in-Law of the Malaysia's Prime Minister a.k.a The next Prime Minister of Malaysia.
- Mat Skodeng - Skodeng in Malay means spy which is Malaysia's National Islamic Counsil idea to have our own secret agent a.k.a Mat Skodeng to spy for Tangkap-Basah and the terrorist-USA to protect the Queen Married VI.
- Mat Paipon - Mat Paipon (pronounce as Matt Payphone) is a white version of Mat Rempit which can be found under the old bridge of Corrib river in Galway, Ireland. This group of retards people are refugees, after losing to Isaac Newton in a series of bicycle races. Descendants of Mat Paipons are now busy studying physics in order to set a revenge match of bicycle race.
- Minah Rempit - the female companion to the Mat Rempit. They act as prostitutes on a motorcycle who craves for a gangbang. Sadly, most of these girls were victims of MRC (Malaysia's Rape Culture), you know lah, 20 years of anti-English education system, clever-clever politicians, Asian value, excessive moral, Datukship, rasuah etc....aaaiiyoh! Fathers, brothers and uncles raped them at age of 12, 10 or even 8, yet these girls dare not make report. What worst is, most raping/incest cases were swept under the carpet, to reduce face-losing, but don't worry Malaysia, it's all Singapore's fault. Ya. Malaysia Boleh.
- MatCyclop
He is the powerful Malay hero. MatCyclop is a hero liveing in the jungle. Actually he is normal human being until one day he was bitten by an AIDS infected wild boar and the HIV virus gain him mysterious power to transform into MatCyclop. His eyes turned into two eggs, a keris logo appeared at his chest and pig-skinned cloak on his body. He has rope on his neck in order to swing from tree to tree. When the Malay get lost on their way back from jungle, they will shout...."Help, Help, Help, MatCyclop". After that, the Matcyclop appear to rescue. One day, MatCyclop was having his favourite dish -- Nasi Lemak. Suddenly he was chocked to death by a "IKAN BILIS". The Malay made a remembrance statue for him.
Mat Rempit poem
Mat Rempit is damn guai lan,
he modifies a small kenderaan,
drive his awek to see cendawan,
and she will ask,"What do you want??"
"Your buah dada is so menggodakan."
"And I don't want to be your kawan."
"I want to be your special one."
"And fuck you everyday like no kawalan."
The awek has got no pilihan,
she has to take off all her pakaian,
and start the adult mia permainan,
that is how she lost her kesucian.
First time she feels a little kesakitan,
and screams out loud for pertolongan,
later she asks for mau tambahan,
hopes that Mat Rempit will teruskan.
Mat Rempit says got perubahan,
he goes and gets a peralatan,
and calls all his kawan-kawan,
says this will be a lot more fun.


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What WSJ Canada Is Reading Tuesday
By Karen Johnson
Here are a few of the stories we are reading early Tuesday.
A female soldier in the U.S. Army pleaded guilty Monday to two counts of desertion after fleeing to Canada to avoid a second tour of duty in the Iraq war.
The Saskatchewan communities of Radisson, Maidstone and Borden have declared states of emergency as residents work to cope with flooding.
The Montreal Alouettes, who own Tim Tebow's Canadian Football League rights, said the "door's open" if the just-released quarterback wants to join the CFL, but that he would be a backup quarterback with Montreal.
The 300-year-old fishing village of Gabarus, on the southeast coast of Cape Breton, is in danger of falling into the ocean.
Leaders from British Columbia's two major political parties clashed in a televised debate that focused almost entirely on jobs and the economy.
It's the summer blockbuster list. On ice. Rather than coldly assessing the NHL's 16 playoff participants, we've decided to bring hockey to Hollywood and, for each team, identify the film actor whose career arc and quality most closely matches it.

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Continuous Compliance to the Rescue
Compliance barged in and became the defining influence on information security over the last four to five years. While some claim that this is what brought information security to the boardroom and made it mainstream, others say that it nearly destroyed it. In any case, the huge impact of regulations and mandates on the practice of information security cannot be underestimated. It will likely take years before the IT industry will be able to understand the overall impact that regulations are having on the way we secure business information and IT systems.This paper explores the subject of continuous compliance versus audit-driven compliance, as well as how an ongoing approach to compliance makes compliance a positive force for securing data and systems. Using examples from mandates such as PCI DSS and FISMA, we offer some useful tips for avoiding both breaches and audit failures.


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Like a once-bloated balloon, the Bob Wall Memorial Tennis Tournament deflated as player participation curiously dwindled and dwindled in recent years. Finally, that balloon popped.
The news that, after 36 years, the plug has been pulled on the tournament was greeted with sadness and puzzlement by players and others. Times/Review Newsgroup announced last week that it was withdrawing its sponsorship of the tournament in light of declining player participation. (more…)


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Committee Membership Information
Study Title:
Weather Services for the Nation: Becoming Second to None
Primary Board:
Study Director:
Dr. John A. Armstrong
- (Chair)
International Business Machines Corporation [Retired]
Dr. Armstrong, who retired from IBM after a 30-year career with the world's largest manufacturer of computers, is internationally recognized as an expert in nonlinear optics, the statistical properties of laser light, picosecond pulse measurements and the multiphoton laser spectroscopy of atoms. He previously chaired the Committee on Partnerships in Weather and Climate Services, which produced the 2003 NRC Report, Fair Weather: Effective Partnership in Weather and Climate Services. Dr. Armstrong holds an A.B. in physics from Harvard College (1956) and the PhD (1961) from Harvard University for research in nuclear magnetic resonance at high pressures. He joined IBM in 1963 as a research staff member. In 1976 he became Director of Physical Sciences for the company and was responsible for a major part of IBM research in physics, chemistry and materials science. In 1980 he was appointed to the IBM Corporate Technical Committee. In 1983 he was named Vice President of logic and memory, in the Research Division. In 1986 he became director of research and the following year was elected IBM Vice President and Director of research. In 1989 he was elected a member of the Corporate Management Board and named Vice president of Science and Technology. Dr. Armstrong is a Fellow of the Optical Society of America, the American Physical Society, the American Association for the Advancement of Science, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences and the Institute of Electrical and Electronic Engineers. He is a member of the National Academy of Engineering and a foreign member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Engineering Sciences. In 1989 he was awarded the George E. Pake Prize of the American Physical Society.
Mr. Nicholas Lampson
U.S. House of Representatives
Nicholas Valentino 'Nick' Lampson (born February 14, 1945) served as a member of the U.S. House of Representatives in Texas??? Districts 9 and 22 from 1997 to 2009. During his five terms in Congress, Lampson was Chairman of the House Science Committee???s Subcommittee on Energy and the Environment which has oversight of the National Weather Service. He has a strong focus on energy issues, particularly alternative energy and acknowledges the important role weather observations and forecasting play in managing an energy grid heavily reliant on alternative energy. In 2008, the Congressman gave a speech calling for an increased role for the NWS in interacting with the emergency management community. This plan later became known as the NWS Decision Support Initiative. It was former Congressman Lampson???s efforts that led to the co-location of the Houston/Galveston Weather Forecast Office with the Galveston County Emergency Management office. Prior to serving in Congress, Lampson was a high school science teacher. Nick Lampson???s diverse background provides a unique perspective on the social science aspect of weather forecasting. Mr. Lampson is an active proponent of business and economic growth. Both before and after his tenure in Congress, Congressman Lampson advocated for issues of planetary concern and now serves in advisory positions to a green energy company and a company aiming to launch a satellite to measure solar flares to warn Earth of pending damage. As a Congressman, he was active in many issue-oriented Congressional caucuses, including Coast Guard and Coastal. Indeed, during his tenure in Congress, Nick Lampson was a loud voice for integrating social science into NWS operations.
Dr. Holly Hartmann
University of Arizona
Holly Hartmann is Director of the Arid Lands Information Center at the University of Arizona, where she is a co-investigator at the Climate Assessment for the Southwest (CLIMAS) and led the scenario development team at the Science and Technology Center for the Sustainability of Semi-Arid Hydrology and Riparian Areas (SAHRA). Dr. Hartmann's research has focused on making climate and water research more usable, based on engagement with stakeholders, development of decision support resources and tools, and transition of decision support into sustainable operations. Current projects address climate and hydrologic forecasts, climate change scenario planning and risk management, water policy in the US West, and collaborative software development. She is a member of the American Meteorological Society???s (AMS) Committee on Climate Services, the AMS Board of Economic Enterprise Development, the Board of the International Environmental Modeling and Software Society, the Editorial Board of the journal Environmental Modeling and Software, and the Executive Committee of Carpe Diem West. She also serves on the Climate Working Group of the NOAA Science Advisory Board. Holly received her MS degree in water resources management from the University of Michigan and her PhD in hydrology and water resources from the University of Arizona.
Dr. James Rasmussen
National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration
James Rasmussen spent three years as a weather Officer in the USAF following his graduation from St. Olaf College in 1958. Assigned to the Air Force Institute of Technology he graduated with a BS in Meteorology from the University of Utah (1959) and served as a weather Officer at the 8th Air Force Forecast Center at Westover AFB from 1959-1961. Upon discharge he entered graduate school at Colorado State University, Department of Atmospheric Science, earning his PhD in 1968 with research interests in hydrometeorology, tropical meteorology and climate studies. He remained at CSU as a faculty member until 1972 when he joined NOAA???s Global Atmospheric Research Program (GARP) Atlantic Tropical Experiment (GATE) Project Office as the Science Coordinator for the US contribution to this international field project involving some 13 Countries. GATE was centered on mounting an observational program designed to provide insight into the scale interactions of tropical oceanic and atmospheric phenomena. He was awarded the Department of Commerce Gold Medal for his work on GATE. In 1976 he moved to the World Meteorological Organization (WMO)in Geneva, Switzerland, to participate in the International Joint Planning Staff for GARP and to undertake the task as Manager of the International Operations Center for the First GARP Global Experiment, an effort involving virtually every country in the world. This year-long observational program designed to obtain a global data set for numerical weather prediction research proved to be a uniquely successful demonstration of international cooperation toward the attainment of an important global objective. He returned to NOAA in 1981 as Director of the NOAA/NWS Climate Analysis Center at the National Meteorological Center. He was elected President of the WMO Commission for Climatology serving for 8 years in this capacity. In 1982 he took the position of Director of the Office of Meteorology in the NWS. This office oversaw the NWS service programs and was responsible for planning and coordination with, and between, the six Regional Offices. In 1989 he returned to WMO as the Director of the World Weather Watch (WWW) Department which was responsible for organizing and coordinating all Member States to implement WMO's Basic Systems comprised of the Global Observing System, the Global Telecommunications System, and the Global Data Processing System and WMO???s associated service programs. In 1994 he was appointed Director of NOAA???s Environmental Research Laboratories (ERL). After retiring from NOAA in 1999 he has been a consultant internationally on topics including the Global Climate Observing System, the continued development of the World Weather Watch, and the organization and management of meteorological and climate services. He has served in various capacities in the American Meteorology Society (Counselor, Commissioner, and Fellow). He was awarded the CSU William E. Morgan Alumni Achievement Award.
Dr. David J. Gochis
National Center for Atmospheric Research
David Gochis is currently a Scientist-II at the National Center for Atmospheric Research in Boulder, Colorado. Dr. Gochis is based in NCAR's Research Applications Laboratory, a group that looks for research and engineering solutions to problems relevant to society. As a hydrometeorologist, he serves as a liaison between hydrologists, who traditionally have strong engineering backgrounds, and atmospheric scientists, who are typically oriented toward scientific research. His research focuses on coupled hydrological and meteorological forecasting problems. Dr. Gochis earned a Master???s Degree in Bioresources Engineering from Oregon State University, with an emphasis on water resources and the agricultural applications of meteorology and atmospheric sciences. Afterward, he worked briefly for an engineering firm, designing irrigation systems and assessing water resources. He earned his Ph.D. in hydrology and water resources from the University of Arizona. From Arizona, he headed to NCAR to work as a postdoctoral researcher, and later became part of the organization's permanent scientific staff. Dr. Gochis also serves as co-chair of the International CLIVAR panel on Variability of American Monsoon Systems.
Dr. William B. Gail
Microsoft Corporation
William B. Gail is a Director in the Startup Business Group at Microsoft with responsibility for enabling breakthroughs in consumer software, having held similar positions within the Public Sector and Virtual Earth organizations. He is also co-founder and Chief Technology Officer of Global Weather Corporation, a private-label provider of precision weather forecast information. He was previously Vice President of the mapping products division at Vexcel Corporation (where he initiated Vexcel???s 2006 acquisition by Microsoft) and Director of Earth science programs at Ball Aerospace (responsible for developing spaceborne instruments/missions for Earth science and meteorology). Dr. Gail received his undergraduate degree in Physics and his PhD in Electrical Engineering from Stanford University, where his research focused on plasma physics in the Earth's magnetosphere. During this period, he spent a year as cosmic ray field scientist at South Pole Station. Dr. Gail is a lifetime Associate of the US National Academy of Science???s research council, having participated on a number of council committees including the ???Decadal Survey for Earth Science and Applications from Space??? chartered with recommending a 10-year mission plan for NASA and NOAA. He serves on a variety of corporate and organizational boards including Peak Weather Resources Inc., Women in Aerospace, Imaging Notes magazine, the NOAA Advisory Committee on Commercial Remote Sensing (acting), and the NASA Applied Sciences Program Advisory Group. He has published extensively on both technical and policy issues, and serves as Associate Editor for the SPIE Journal of Applied Remote Sensing and Director of Industry Relations for the IEEE Geoscience and Remote Sensing Society. Dr. Gail received recent awards from GITA for best conference speaker and AGU for excellence in scientific journal review.
Dr. Pamela Emch
Northrup Grumman Space Technology
Pam Emch is a Senior Staff Engineer/Scientist with Northrop Grumman Aerospace Systems in Redondo Beach, California. For over 16 years she has worked in Northrop's Civil Space business area on weather, climate, and environmental remote sensing and information technology activities supporting NOAA, NASA, DoD, and international customers. From 2005-2007 she was System Engineering, Integration, and Test Lead on Northrop's GOES-R PDRR Program. Before working on GOES-R, Dr. Emch spent eight years on Northrop's NPOESS Program effort, the last two years of which she served as Northrop's system engineering and science interface to the NPOESS government program office in Silver Spring, Maryland. Prior to that Dr. Emch managed development of end-to-end physics/instrument/satellite remote sensing simulations, archives for environmental multimedia data, and led environmental data-collection and application activities for hyperspectral airborne instruments. Dr. Emch holds an M.S. degree in Aerospace Engineering from USC and a Ph.D. degree in Civil and Environmental Engineering from UCLA, specializing in water resources with a minor in atmospheric sciences. She is the Chair of the AMS Board on Enterprise Economic Development, and a member of the Executive Committee of the AMS Commission on the Weather and Climate Enterprise.
Mr. John Toohey-Morales
ClimaData and Univision
John Toohey-Morales is chief meteorologist at WTVJ-TV NBC-6 in Miami FL. He is also founder and president of ClimaData Corporation, a commercial weather firm providing specialized forecasts for government, industry and media. John???a Fellow of the American Meteorological Society???served as AMS Commissioner on Professional Affairs from 2004 to 2010, overseeing the Society???s certification programs as well as its continuing education efforts and the private and public sector meteorologist boards. He currently serves on the NOAA Science Advisory Board???s Environmental Information Services Working Group, and will begin serving on the AMS Fellows??? Committee in January 2011. During his 26-year professional career, Toohey-Morales has worked in the public sector (as a forecaster for the National Weather Service) and in the private sector (as a Certified Consulting Meteorologist and a broadcast meteorologist). He has also been exposed to the academic sector as an adjunct professor of meteorology. John attained his B.S. in atmospheric sciences from Cornell University in 1984. World Meteorological Organization (WMO)-sponsored training at the National Hurricane Center and the University of Miami in 1988 garnered him several credits of masters-level meteorology courses. He attained his AMS Certified Consulting Meteorologist (CCM) designation in 1997. John is one of only a handful of AMS members with both the CCM and Certified Broadcast Meteorologist (CBM) accreditations. Toohey-Morales is Past-President of the National Council of Industrial Meteorologists (NCIM), as well as a member of the National Weather Association (NWA) and the International Association of Broadcast Meteorologists. In 2005, he served as private-sector envoy to the U.S. Delegation at the 57th WMO Executive Council meeting in Geneva, Switzerland. John won the AMS Award for Outstanding Contribution to Applied Meteorology in 2007, the AMS Award for Broadcast Meteorology in 2004, and the NWA Broadcaster of the Year Award in 2003.
Mr. John Madden
Alaska Division of Homeland Security and Emergency Managemen
Mr. Madden was appointed in January 2007 as the Director of the Division of Homeland Security and Emergency Management for the State of Alaska. This followed a year as the Deputy Director for Homeland Security within the division. His mission is to protect lives and property from all hazards including terrorism as well as to provide response and comprehensive recovery from all disasters. His state service follows a distinguished career in seven federal agencies. Most recently, he served with the Transportation Security Administration as Assistant Federal Security Director for Operations. He coordinated security policies, procedures, plans, and exercises with federal, state, and local agencies throughout Alaska. Mr. Madden served in the U.S. Army for three years including twenty months in Vietnam performing aviation direct support. After his military service, he joined the U.S. civil service with the Department of the Navy. He worked in program and project management with the Naval Weapons Engineering Support Activity, Naval Electronic Systems Command, and the Joint Cruise Missile Project Office. After earning his degree in political science, he joined the Department of Energy working on fossil fuels programs and research and development into alternative fuels. In 1982, he elected to move to Alaska with the National Weather Service. He supported their operations throughout Alaska and traveled extensively to maintain the remote weather observation sites. He next worked for the Alaskan Region of the Federal Aviation Administration as the Executive Staff to the Regional Administrator. He also ensured continuity of operations for all FAA operations under all hazards. He supported FEMA in several exercises and served in several Disaster Field Offices, most notably to Puerto Rico and Florida in response to Hurricane Georges.
Dr. Hoshin V. Gupta
University of Arizona
Professor Gupta (PhD 1984) specializes in Systems Analysis and Modeling for environmental science. His research is focused on the methods for reconciling models with data, and on methods for dealing with predictive uncertainty. His team has made contributions to hydrology and hydrometeorology for the National Science Foundation, National Weather Service, and National Aeronautics and Space Administration. He also works with economists and social scientists to develop coupled models that support improved decision making under uncertainty ??? particularly future (scenario) uncertainty, and is co-leader of the first-ever graduate program in Hydrometeorology. Gupta is a Fellow of the American Geophysical Union, current Editor of Water Resources Research. He leads the New Model Approaches and Model Diagnostics groups of the International Association of Hydrologic Sciences (IAHS), is special Editor for Journal of Hydrology, and is on the Editorial Board of Benchmark Papers in Hydrology. In the past he was Executive Director of SAHRA, the first NSF Center in hydrological science (located at the UofA), which coordinated the activities of 400 scientists and 110 students from 17 institutions, and served as President of the IAHS Commission on Coupled Land-Atmosphere System (ICCLAS), and as Chair of the American Geophysical Union Surface Water Committee. Gupta holds a B. Tech degree in Civil Engineering (1979) from the Indian Institute of Technology and M.S. (1982) and Ph.D. (1984) degrees in System Engineering from Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio.
Prof. Adrian Raftery
University of Washington
Adrian E. Raftery is Blumstein-Jordan Professor of Statistics and Sociology, at the University of Washington in Seattle. He was born in Ireland, and obtained a B.A. in Mathematics (1976) and an M.Sc. in Statistics and Operations Research (1977) at Trinity College Dublin. He obtained a Doctorate in Mathematical Statistics in 1980 from the Universite Pierre et Marie Curie in Paris, France under the supervision of Paul Deheuvels. He was a lecturer in statistics at Trinity College Dublin from 1980 to 1986, and then an associate (1986-1990) and full (1990-present) Professor of Statistics and Sociology at the University of Washington. He was the founding Director of the Center for Statistics and Social Sciences (1999-2009). Raftery has published over 100 refereed articles in statistical, sociological and other journals. His research focuses on Bayesian model selection and Bayesian model averaging, model-based clustering, inference for deterministic simulation models, and the development of new statistical methods for sociology, demography, and the environmental and health sciences.He is a member of the United States National Academy of Sciences, a Fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, a Fellow of the American Statistical Association, a Fellow of the Institute of Mathematical Statistics and an elected Member of the Sociological Research Association. He has won the Population Association of America's Clifford C. Clogg Award, the American Sociological Association's Paul F. Lazarsfeld Award for Distinguished Contribution to Knowledge, and the Jerome Sacks Award for Outstanding Cross-Disciplinary Research from the National Institute of Statistical Sciences. He is also a former Coordinating and Applications Editor of the Journal of the American Statistical Association and a former Editor of Sociological Methodology. He was identified as the world's most cited researcher in mathematics for the decade 1995-2005 by Thomson-ISI.
Dr. David J. McLaughlin
University of Massachusetts at Amherst
David J. McLaughlin is Professor of Electrical and Computer Engineering at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst and Director of the NSF Engineering Research Center for Collaborative Adaptive Sensing of the Atmosphere (CASA). CASA is a partnership among academic, industry, and government researchers from 20 different organizations pursuing the fundamental knowledge, enabling technologies, and system-level prototypes behind a new dense radar network technology that has the potential to revolutionize how we detect, track, forecast, warn, and respond to hazardous weather events. Dr. McLaughlin received his BS and PhD degrees from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, in 1984 and 1989, respectively. He spent the period from 1989 through 1999 on the engineering faculty at Northeastern University and joined the UMass Electrical and Computer Engineering faculty in January of 2000 where he was the first recipient of the UMass College of Engineering Armstrong Professional Development Professorship and he served as Director of the Microwave Remote Sensing Laboratory (MIRSL). His research and teaching interests include radar design, systems engineering, and policy-mediated dense radar networks. He is a Distinguished Lecturer for the American Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics (AIAA) and was named a Distinguished Faculty member by the UMass Amherst Alumni Association. He has held research fellowships at the US Naval Research Laboratory and the USAF Rome Laboratory and recently completed a sabbatical as an Engineering Fellow at Raytheon Integrated Defense Systems.
Dr. Gordon A. McBean
University of Western Ontario
Dr. McBean is a Canadian atmospheric scientist and Professor at the University of Western Ontario, and Chair for Policy in the Institute for Catastrophic Loss Reduction. Previously Gordon was the Assistant Deputy Minister, Meteorological Service of Canada (MSC); Professor and Head, Department of Oceanography, University of British Columbia; Professor and Chairman, Atmospheric Science Programme, University of British Columbia, and; Senior Scientist, Canadian Climate Centre, MSC. Dr. McBean???s early career spanned a wide variety of interests, including boundary layer research, hydrometeorology and environmental impact research, and weather forecasting. Dr. McBean has received many distinguished awards including the Order of Canada, the MSC Patterson Medal and CMOS President???s Prize and has been elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada, the Canadian Meteorological and Oceanographic Society and the American Meteorological Society. Dr. McBean has Chaired and been a Member of enumerable national and international scientific committees, including the NAS Committee on Partnerships in Weather and Climate Services and Chair of the International Scientific Committee for the World Climate Research Programme. He is now chair of the ICSU-ISSC-UNISDR Science Committee for Integrated Research on Disaster Risk program and President of START International. He has published extensively. Dr. McBean received his Ph.D. in Physics and Oceanography from the University of British Columbia.
Dr. James D. Doyle
U.S. Navy
James D. Doyle earned his B.S. degree in Atmospheric Science and Mathematics from the University of Wisconsin at Milwaukee in 1983 and M.S. and Ph.D. from the Pennsylvania State University in 1986 and 1991, respectively, in Meteorology with an emphasis on mesoscale dynamics and numerical weather prediction. He joined the Mesoscale Modeling Section of the Naval Research Laboratory???s Marine Meteorology Division in 1992 and has served as the head of the group since 1998. Since joining NRL, he has conducted research on atmospheric processes over complex terrain, coastal air-sea interaction, and the development of high-resolution numerical weather prediction models. He is one of the primary developers of the Navy???s Coupled Ocean/Atmosphere Mesoscale Prediction System (COAMPS), which is used to support operational Navy and DoD interests globally as well as basic research at NRL and numerous other universities and laboratories. Currently, he is leading efforts for improving the physical understanding and prediction of mesoscale phenomena using both deterministic and probabilistic approaches. He is a past Chairman of the American Meteorological Society Committee on Mesoscale Processes and has served as an editor for the Monthly Weather Review and subject matter editor for the Bulletin of the American Meteorological Society. He is a recipient of the 2008 Top Navy Scientists and Engineers of the Year Award and is a Fellow of the American Meteorological Society. He has over 90 peer-reviewed publications.
Dr. Kevin A. Kloesel
University of Oklahoma
Kevin Kloesel is Associate Dean for Public Service and Outreach in the College of Atmospheric and Geographic Sciences at the University of Oklahoma. He is directly responsible for outreach programs and tours for the over 40,000 people that visit the National Weather Center facility in Norman annually. In addition, he is an Associate Professor in the OU School of Meteorology with teaching and research interests ranging from synoptic meteorology to societal impacts and decision making in weather-impacted situations. He led the team that won the Innovations in American Government Award from Harvard University and the Ford Foundation for their work with the emergency management community in Oklahoma. Currently, he works directly with thousands of K-12 students and teachers, as well as hundreds of emergency management agencies in finding appropriate applications for weather data in local education and decision making. He also serves as Interim Director for the largest state climate office in the country, the Oklahoma Climatological Survey, and served as Director of the Florida Climate Center in Tallahassee, FL. He has a B.S. in Engineering Science from the University of Texas at Austin and a M.S. and Ph.D., 1990, Meteorology, from The Pennsylvania State University.
Dr. Paul L. Smith, Jr.
South Dakota School of Mines and Technology [Retired]
Dr. Paul Smith is Interim Director of the Institute of Atmospheric Sciences (IAS) at the South Dakota School of Mines and Technology. He started as a research engineer in the IAS, working his way up the ladder as chief engineer to engineering group head and senior scientist, to become the Director of the Institute in 1981. He served in that position until 1996, at which time he retired from full-time duties and was designated Professor Emeritus. Dr. Smith also was named the Facility Manager for the National Science Foundation supported T-28 Research Aircraft Facility, which was housed at the Institute of Atmospheric Sciences, and served in that position from 1985 to 2005. He then retired but was called back to duty as Interim Director for the South Dakota 2011 fiscal year. He has taught radar meteorology, physical meteorology, and microwave engineering. Dr. Smith???s major research interests are in Radar Meteorology, Cloud Physics, and Weather Modification. He chaired the NRC Committee on Weather Radar Technology Beyond NEXRAD, the Committee to Assess NEXRAD Flash Flood Forecasting Capabilities at Sulphur Mountain, California and the Committee on the Evaluation of the Multi-function Phased Array Radar Planning Process. Paul Smith has received the Award for Meritorious Civilian Service, USAF Air Weather Service (1975); the Editor???s Award, Journal of Applied Meteorology, American Meteorological Society (1992); the Thunderbird Award, Weather Modification Association (1995), and was named a National Associate by the National Research Council (2004). He was selected as the American Meteorological Society???s Remote Sensing Lecturer for 2006. Dr. Smith has more than 70 refereed publications in engineering and scientific journals or books and presented more than 100 papers at professional society meetings.


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Tehran in final preparations for pool B Qualification Tournament
Tehran, Iran, September 9, 2013 – Final preparations are underway for the Asian Men's Final Qualification Tournament, which will be held from September 11 to 13 at the Azadi Hall in Tehran. The first coordination meeting between the control committee and the organising committee members was held this morning at the Iran Volleyball Federation.
Teams from Bahrain, Indonesia, Pakistan as well as the home team of Iran get set to face each other in order to try and book their ticket to the 2014 Men's World Championship to be held in Poland.
The Iran Volleyball Federation as the host of pool B competitions has ensured that everything is in place for the smooth running of the tournament.
Present at the meeting were Dr. Davarzani (President of the Iran Volleyball Federation), Mr Yermek Syrlybayev (Technical Supervisor) and Mr. Chang Chin Jong (Referee Delegate).
"According the latest world rankings, we are in the third in the Junior and Youth categories," said President Davarzani. "We are now doing our best to be among the eight top teams of the world in the senior category. We have done a lot to expand volleyball in every corner of our country. We play a good role in Asia by establishing and maintaining high-quality cooperation with all countries. I can mention our friendly relationship with most volleyball federations of AVC members. We have mutual relations with Kazakhstan and Chinese Taipei for example," he continued.
"I know most of the people who are in the meeting. You have good experience in organizing different International events as our country. So experienced people, doing a perfect job will bring success to the tournament. I am sure with good collaboration we will have a booming tournament," said Mr. Yermek Syrlybayev.Volleyball has developed a large fan base in Iran on account of the high performance levels of home teams in different categories across various international tournaments.


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As far back as I can remember, my parents have bothered each other.
In India, we lived in two concrete rooms on the roof of a house. The bathroom stood separate from the living quarters. The sink was attached to one of the exterior walls. Each night, my father would stand before the sink, the sky above him full of stars, and brush his teeth until his gums bled. Then he would spit the blood into the sink and turn to my mother and say, "Death, Shuba, death. No matter what we do, we will all die."
"Yes, yes, beat drums," my mother said once. "Tell the newspapers, too. Make sure everyone knows this thing you have discovered." Like many people of her generation, those born before Independence, my mother viewed gloom as unpatriotic. To complain was to show that you were not willing to accept difficulties, that you were not willing to do the hard work that was needed to build the country.
My father was only two years older than my mother. Unlike her, he saw dishonesty and selfishness everywhere. Not only did he see these things but he believed that everybody else did, too, and that people were deliberately not acknowledging what they saw.
My mother's irritation at his spitting blood he interpreted as hypocrisy.
My father was an accountant. He had wanted to immigrate to the West ever since he was in his early twenties, ever since America liberalized its immigration policies in 1965. His wish rose out of self-loathing. Often when he walked down the street in Delhi, he would feel that the buildings he passed were indifferent to him, that he mattered so little to them that he might as well not have been born. Because he attributed this feeling to his circumstances—and not to the fact that he was the sort of person who sensed buildings' having opinions—he believed that if he were somewhere else, especially somewhere where he was paid in dollars and thus was rich, he would be a different person and one whose life had meaning.
Another reason he wanted to emigrate was that he saw the West as glamorous with the excitement of science. In India in the fifties, sixties, and seventies, radios, televisions, and cars were not just expensive objects but seen as almost supernatural. I remember that when we turned on the radio in our apartment, as the vacuum tubes warmed up, first the voices would sound far away and then they would rush at us, and this was thrilling, as if the machine were making some special effort for us.
Of everybody in my family, my father loved science the most. He tried to bring it into his life by going to medical clinics and having his urine tested. He loved clinics and doctors' offices. Of course, hypochondria had something to do with this; my father suspected that there was something wrong with him and that it might be something physical. Also, sitting in the clinics and talking to doctors in lab coats, he felt that he was close to important things, that what the doctors were doing was the same as what doctors would do in England or Germany or America, that he was already there in those foreign countries.
My mother had no interest in emigrating for herself. She was a high-school economics teacher, and she liked her job. But she thought that the West would provide me and my brother, Birju, with opportunities.
Then came the Emergency. Indira Gandhi suspended the Constitution and put thousands of politicians and journalists in jail. My parents, like almost everyone who had seen Independence come, were very loyal; they were the sort of people who looked up at a cloud and thought, That's an Indian cloud. After the Emergency, however, they began to think that even though they were ordinary and unlikely to get into political trouble, it might still be better to emigrate.
I used to assume that my father had been assigned to us by the government. This was because he appeared to serve no purpose. When he got home in the evening, all he did was sit in his chair in the living room, drink tea, and read the paper. Often he looked angry. By the time we left for America, when I was eight and Birju was twelve, I knew that the government had not assigned him to live with us. Still, I continued to think that he served no purpose.
My father, who had gone to America a year before us, was waiting for us in the arrivals hall at the airport. He was leaning against a metal railing and looking irritated. The sight of him made me anxious.
The apartment he had rented was in a tall, brown brick building in Queens. The gray metal front door swung open into a foyer with a wooden floor. Beyond this was a living room with a reddish-brown carpet that went from wall to wall. I had never seen a carpet, except in movies. Birju and my parents walked across the foyer and into the living room. I went to the carpet's edge and stopped. A brass strip held the carpet to the floor. I took a step forward, trying not to put my weight down. I felt as if I were stepping onto a painting.
My father took us to the bathroom to show us toilet paper and hot water. Whereas my mother was interested in status—in being better educated than others or being considered more respectable—my father was simply interested in having more things. I think this was because while both of my parents had grown up poor, my father's childhood had been more desperate. At some point, my father's father had begun to believe that thorns were growing out of his palms. He had taken a razor and picked at his hands until they were shaggy with scraps of skin. Because of my grandfather's problems, my father had grown up feeling that no matter what he did people would look down on him. As a result, he cared less about trying to convince people of his merits and more about just possessing things.
The bathroom was narrow. It had a tub, a sink, and a toilet in a row along one wall. My father reached between Birju and me and turned on the tap. Hot water came shaking and steaming into the basin. He stepped back and looked at us to gauge our reaction.
I had never seen hot water coming from a tap before. In India, in the winter, my mother used to get up early to heat pots of water on the stove so that we could bathe. Watching the hot water spill out, as if there were an endless supply, I had the sense of being in a fairy tale, one of those stories with a jug that is always full of milk or a bag of food that never empties.
That night, I went to bed on a mattress in the living room—the apartment had one bedroom, where my parents slept. Even in my sleep I was aware that I was in America. As the days passed, the wealth of this new country continued to astonish me. There were programs on television from morning until night. In our shiny brass mailbox in the lobby, we received ads on colored paper. The sliding glass doors of our apartment building would open when we approached. Each time they did this, I felt that we had been mistaken for somebody important.
My father, who had seemed pointless in India, had brought us to America and now we were rich. The fact that he had achieved this made him seem different, mysterious. All the time now he was saying things that revealed him as knowledgeable. In India, my mother had been the one who made all the decisions concerning Birju and me. Now I realized that my father, too, had opinions about us. This felt both surprising and intrusive, like being touched by a relative you don't know well.
My father took Birju and me to a library. I had been in two libraries before then. One, in a small noisy room next to a barbershop, had had newspapers but not books and had been used primarily by people searching the employment ads. The other had been on the second floor of a temple, and had had books, but they were kept locked in glass-fronted cabinets.
The library in Queens was bigger than either of the ones I had seen. It had several rooms, and thousands of books. The librarian said that we could check out as many as we wanted. I did not believe this at first.
My father told Birju and me that he would give us fifty cents for each book we read. This bribing struck me as un-Indian and wrong. My mother had told us that Americans were afraid to demand things from their children. She'd said that this was because American parents did not care about their children and were unwilling to do the hard work of disciplining them. If my father wanted us to read, what he should do was threaten to beat us. I wondered whether my father had become too American during the year that he had lived alone.
I wanted to check out ten picture books. My father said, "You think I am going to give you money for such small books?"
My mother, Birju, and I had taken everything we could from the airplane: red Air India blankets, pillows with paper pillowcases, headsets, sachets of ketchup, packets of salt and pepper, airsickness bags. Birju and I used the blankets until they frayed and tore. Around that time, we started going to school.
I had a shy nature. "You are a tiger at home," my mother said, "and a cat outside." At school, I sat at the very back of the class, in the row closest to the door. Often I could not understand what my teacher was saying. I had studied English in India, but either my teacher spoke too quickly and used words I did not know or else I was so afraid that her words sounded garbled to my ears.
It was strange to be among so many whites. They all looked alike. When a boy spoke to me between periods, it would take me a moment to realize that I had talked to him before.
The school was three stories tall, with hallways that looped on themselves and stairways connecting the floors like a giant game of snakes and ladders. Not only could I not tell white people apart but I often got lost trying to find my classroom. Soon I became so afraid of getting lost in the vastness of the school that I wouldn't leave the classroom when I had to use the toilet.
We had lunch in an asphalt yard surrounded by a high chain-link fence. Wheeled garbage cans were spread around the yard. I was often bullied. Sometimes a little boy would come up to me and tell me that I smelled bad. Then, if I said anything, a bigger boy would appear so suddenly that I couldn't tell where he had come from. He'd knock me down, then stand over me, fists clenched, and demand, "You want to fight? You want to fight?" Sometimes boys surrounded me and shoved me back and forth, keeping me upright as a kind of game.
Often, standing in a corner of the asphalt yard, I would think, There has been a mistake. I am good at cricket. I am good at marbles. I am not the sort of boy who is pushed around.
For me, the two best things about America were television and the library. Every Saturday night, I watched "The Love Boat." I looked at the women in their one-piece bathing suits and their high heels and imagined what it would be like when I was married. I decided that when I was married I would be very serious, and my silences would lead to misunderstandings between me and my wife. We would have a fight and later make up and kiss. She would be wearing a white swimsuit as we kissed.
Before coming to America, I had never read a book just to read it. At first, when I began doing so, whatever I read seemed obviously a lie. If a book said that a boy walked into a room, I was immediately aware that there was no boy and there was no room. Still, I read so much that I began to imagine myself in the books I read. I imagined being Pinocchio, swallowed by a whale. I wished to be inside a whale with a candle burning on a wooden crate, as in the illustration. Vanishing into books, I felt held. While I was at school or walking down the street, there seemed no end to the world; when I read a book or watched "The Love Boat," the world felt simple and understandable.
Birju liked America much more than I did. In India, he had not been very popular. Here he made friends quickly. He was in seventh grade and his English was better than mine. Also, he was kinder than he had been in India. In India, there had been such competition, so many people offering bribes to get their children slightly better grades, that he was always on edge. Here, doing well seemed as simple as studying.
My school was on the way to Birju's and Birju used to walk me there every day. One morning, I started crying and told him about the bullying. He suggested that I talk to our parents. When I did not, he told them himself. My father came to school with me. I had to stand at the front of the class and point at all the boys who had shoved me or threatened me. After this, the bullying stopped. I had been angry that Birju had told our parents. I had not thought that this would make a difference. The fact that it did surprised me.
My mother took a job in a garment factory. The morning that she was to start, she came into the living room wearing jeans. I had never seen her in something form-fitting before. Birju and I were sitting on a mattress. "Your thighs look like turnips," Birju said.
My mother started screaming, "Die, murderer, die!" Birju laughed and I laughed, too.
In India, when my father said that we should do something, we wouldn't really start doing it until our mother had decided whether it should be done. In America, our parents had closer to equal authority. My father had all sorts of plans for us. Mostly, these involved ways to assimilate. He made us watch the news every evening. This was incredibly boring. We didn't care that there were hostages in Iran or that there was a movie called "The Empire Strikes Back." He also bought us tennis racquets and took us to Flushing Meadows Park. There, he made us hit tennis balls, because he believed that tennis was a sport for rich people.
My father was still irritable and suspicious, the way he had been in India, but he also had a certain confidence, as if no matter what happened he had done one thing that was uncontestably wonderful. "A green card is worth a million dollars," he repeatedly told us.
My relationship with Birju also changed. In India, my mother had come home around the same time that we did. Now Birju was expected to take care of me until she returned from work. He was supposed to boil frozen corn for me and try to make me drink a glass of milk. Then he was supposed to sit with me and watch me do my homework while he did his. Before we came to America, I had not paid much attention to the fact that Birju was older than I was. I had thought that he was bigger, but not more mature. Now I began to understand that Birju dealt with more complicated things than I did.
One thing he had to deal with was my father's desire for him to attend the Bronx High School of Science, where the son of a colleague had been accepted. To get into the Bronx High School of Science, you had to pass a difficult entrance exam. Every evening, after he had finished his homework, Birju sat and went through study guides, preparing for the test. His studying seemed so important that it was as if he were carrying the fate of the entire family.
Birju and I were sent to spend the summer with our father's older sister, in Arlington, Virginia. She and our uncle lived in a small white house beside a wide road. The houses in Arlington had yards. The damp air there smelled of earth and greenery. Among the most noticeable things about Arlington was that the television networks were on different channels than in Queens.
In Arlington, while I got to go out and play whenever I wanted to, Birju was not allowed to leave the house until he had studied for five hours. When we returned to Queens, his studying duties only increased. Instead of two hours every week night, he had to study three. He worked all day on weekends, stopping only when the 8 P.M. TV shows started. Many nights, I fell asleep on my mattress to the sound of his pencil scratching away at our kitchen table.
Still, my mother felt that Birju was not studying hard enough. Often they fought. Once, she caught him asleep on the foam mattress in the room that my parents shared. He had claimed that he was going in there to study. Instead, she found him rolled onto his side, snoring.
She began shouting and called him a liar. Birju ran past her into the kitchen and returned with a knife. Standing before her, holding the knife by the handle and pointing it at his stomach, he said, "Kill me. Go ahead, kill me. I know that's what you want."
"Do some work instead of showing drama," my mother said contemptuously.
The day of the exam finally came. On the subway to the test, I sat and Birju stood in front of me. I held one of his test-preparation books in my lap and checked his vocabulary. Most of the words I asked him he did not know. I started to panic. Birju, I began to see, was not going to do well. As I asked my questions and our mother and father listened, my voice grew quieter and quieter. I asked Birju what "rapscallion" meant. He guessed that it was a type of onion. When I told him what it was, he looked as if he were going to cry.
"Keep a calm head," my father scolded.
"Don't worry, baby," my mother said. "You will remember when you need to."
The exam took place in a large white cinder-block building that looked like a parking garage. As the test was going on, my parents and I walked back and forth on a sidewalk by a chain-link fence. The day was cold, gray, damp. Periodically, it drizzled. There were parked cars along the sidewalk, with waiting parents inside, and the windows of these cars grew foggy as we walked.
My father said, "These tests are for white people. How are we supposed to know what 'pew' means?"
"Don't give me a headache," my mother said. "I am worried enough."
"Maybe he'll do so well in the math and science portions that it will make up for the English."
My stomach hurt. My chest was heavy. I had wanted Birju's test day to come so that it would be over. Now that it was here, I wished that Birju had had more time.
Midway through the exam, there was a break. Birju came out to the sidewalk. He looked frightened. We surrounded him. We began feeding him oranges and almonds, to cool him and to give his brain strength.
"Just do your best," my father said. "It is too late for anything else."
Birju turned around and walked back toward the building.
Days went by. It was strange for Birju not to be studying. It was as if something were missing or wrong. Often Birju cried, "Mummy, I know I didn't pass."
A warm day came when I could tie my winter coat around my waist during lunch hour, then another one, like birds out of season. In Delhi, the fountains would be turned on in the evening and crowds would gather to watch.
Then the results arrived. Because Birju had said it so many times, I knew that an acceptance letter would come in a thick envelope, but the one Birju showed me was thin and white. Tears slid down his cheeks.
"Maybe you got in," I murmured, trying to be comforting.
"Why do you think that?" Birju demanded angrily. He stared at me as if I might know something that he did not.
Our mother was at work. She had said that we shouldn't open the envelope until she arrived, that we would take it to the temple and open it there.
My father arrived home after my mother. As soon as he did, Birju demanded that we go to the temple.
Inside the large chamber, my mother put a dollar in the wooden box before God Shiva. Then we went to each of the idols in turn. Normally, we only pressed our hands together before each idol and bowed our heads. This time, we knelt and did a full prayer. After we had prayed before all the idols, we went back and knelt before the family of God Ram. Birju sat between our parents.
"You open it, Mummy."
My mother tore off one side of the envelope. She shook out a sheet of paper. "Congratulations!" the letter began. Birju had made it!
"See. I told you we should open it at the temple."
We all leaped to our feet and hugged.
With her arms still around Birju, my mother looked at me over his shoulder. "Tomorrow, we start preparing you," she said.
We began to be invited to people's houses for lunch, for dinner, for tea, so that Birju could meet these people's children. Back then, because immigrants tended to be young, and the Indian immigration to America had only recently begun, there were very few Indian children Birju's age, and other parents were always looking for role models.
We took the subway all over Queens, the Bronx, even to Manhattan. We travelled almost every weekend, and being asked to visit made my mother very happy.
"They have a girl they want you to marry," she said once, to tease Birju.
"For me," my father said, "there is one thing only." He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. "Dowry." The enormous relief of Birju's success had made my father cheerful as well.
Birju began to blush. "Leave me alone," he said.
"Give me one egg at least, chicken. One egg only."
"Don't say that," my mother said. "We are vegetarian. Say, 'Give me some milk, lovely goat.' "
The triumph of getting into his school changed Birju. He sauntered. Entering a room, he appeared to be leaning back. When I spoke to him, he would look at me as if to ask how anyone could say something so foolish. One time when he looked at me this way, I blurted, "You have bad breath." I felt foolish for having pitied him.
My mother acted as if everything Birju said were smart. One afternoon, as he sat tilting back in a chair at the kitchen table, one skinny arm reaching out to touch the wall so that he did not fall, he told our mother, "You should be a toll-booth collector."
"Why?" She was standing by the stove, boiling frozen corn.
"In a toll booth, people will only see your top."
My mother had been talking about trying to get a government job. She did not want to wear a uniform, though, because her hips embarrassed her.
She laughed and turned to me. "Your brother is a genius," she said.
I wondered sometimes if my parents loved Birju more than they loved me. But I did not think so. They bothered him and corrected him so much more than they corrected me.
We went to Arlington again in the summer. By now, after two years in America, I had grown chubby. I could grip my belly and squeeze it. Birju was tall and thin. He had a little mustache and tendrils of hair on the sides of his cheeks.
Once more, I lay on my aunt's sofa and watched TV. Once more, the TV channels were different from the ones in Queens, and they made me feel that I was living far from home.
Most days, Birju went swimming at a pool in a nearby apartment building. One afternoon in August, I was stretched out on the sofa watching "Gilligan's Island" when the telephone rang. The shades were drawn and the room was dim. My aunt answered the phone. After she hung up, she came into the doorway. "Birju has had an accident," she said. "Get up." She motioned with a hand for me to rise. I went reluctantly. By the time we got back from the pool, "Gilligan's Island" would likely be over.
The apartment building with the pool was tall and brown. There was a small parking lot beside the pool and an ambulance was stopped there, with a crowd of white people surrounding it. Being near so many whites made me nervous. Perhaps they would be angry at us for causing trouble. Birju should not have done whatever he had done.
My aunt said, "You wait." She had arthritis in one hip and she pushed into the crowd with a lurching peg-leg gait.
I remained at the edge of the crowd and now, alone, I felt even more embarrassed. A minute passed and then two. My aunt came back, hobbling quickly. Her face looked scared.
"Go home," she said. "I have to go to the hospital."
I walked, head down, along the sidewalk. I was irritated. Birju had got into the Bronx High School of Science and now he was going to be in the hospital and our mother would feel bad for him and give him a gift.
As I walked, I wondered if Birju had stepped on a nail. I wondered if he was dead. This was thrilling. If he was dead, I would get to be the only son.
The sun pressed itself on me from above and also, its heat reflecting off the sidewalk, from below. I thought I should probably cry. It seemed like the right thing to do.
I imagined myself alone in the house. I imagined Birju in the hospital and my aunt there. I imagined the fall, with Birju at the Bronx High School of Science and me at my ordinary school. Then the tears came.
Just as I had expected, "Gilligan's Island" was over.
I lay back down on the sofa. I watched TV until five, when the news started. I picked up a book and propped it on my stomach. I read for a while, but I was aware that my aunt was gone and I was alone in the house. Something exciting was occurring. I felt as if I were missing out on an adventure.
Around eight, my uncle arrived, in his dark pants and short-sleeved shirt, with his triangle of wispy white hair. He stood by the sink, drinking water from a glass. He still had his shoes on. For him to be wearing shoes in the kitchen was so strange that it made the kitchen feel unreal, like a display in a furniture store.
"What's happened?" I asked.
He patted my head. "We don't know."
About ten-thirty, my uncle drove us to the bus station. We were going to pick up my mother. The fact that my mother was coming made what had occurred seem very serious. I began to be scared.
When my mother walked through the bus station's automatic doors, her hair was loose, her face flattened with fear. She was wearing a yellow sari and carrying a black duffelbag.
Seeing my mother, I worried that she might think I was bad for not crying. I walked up to her. She looked down, as if she didn't recognize me. "Don't worry," I said. "I've cried already."
The hospital room was bright and white and noisy. There was the whirr of the machines. There were beeps. There was a loud motorized rumble, almost like that of a generator.
Birju was lying on a bed with railings. The railings reminded me of a crib. There were poles on wheels all around the bed. Bags hung from the poles and there were also machines bolted to the poles. It was as if Birju were lying amid many clotheslines. He had a plastic mask over his mouth and nose. It looked like what fighter pilots wear in thin air. His eyes were wide open, as if in panic. He appeared to be staring up at some invisible thing that was pressing down on his chest.
Birju had dived into the swimming pool. He had struck his head on the pool's concrete bottom and lain there stunned for three minutes. Water had surged down his throat and into his lungs. His lungs had peeled away from the insides of his chest.
My uncle carried a large cardboard box into the room that Birju and I had shared, and placed it against a wall. My aunt and my mother draped a white sheet over the box. They taped postcards of various gods on the wall, so that these appeared to be gazing at the altar. On the altar itself, they placed a spoon and, in the bowl of the spoon, a wick soaked in clarified butter. They put a wad of dough on the altar and stuck incense sticks into the dough. They did all this quickly and quietly. When they spoke, it was in a whisper.
The ceiling lights were turned off. The flame in the spoon and the smoke rising from it sent shadows shaking over the walls. I lay on a strip of foam beneath one of the windows. My aunt and my mother stretched themselves face down before the altar. They sang prayers. I kept being woken by their singing. I understood that it was proper to pray in moments like this. Still, I knew that Birju was going to be all right and wouldn't it be better for everyone to get some sleep?
Around 4 A.M., the ceiling lights were turned on. I sat up. The air was thick with incense. My mother was standing before the altar, her hands pressed together. She was wearing a blue silk sari and a gold necklace, and she looked as if she were going to a wedding.
A little later, when we were about to go back to the hospital, we stood in the driveway in the dark. I looked up at the stars. There were thousands of them, some of them bright, some of them dim. I suddenly had the sense that what was happening was a mistake, that we had been given somebody else's life.
In the weeks that followed, I spent most of each day sitting by Birju's bed, chanting to him from the Ramayana. The book was a large hardcover wrapped in saffron cloth. Some of the pages had grease stains from the butter used in prayers, and I could look through the stains and see the letters on the next page. Every time I opened the book, there was a puff of incense smell from its having spent so many years near altars.
I had never prayed so much before, every day, hour after hour, until my throat ached and even my tongue and my gums hurt. I had not believed in God before. Now, praying as if it were my job, I began to think that there had to be a God. People weren't stupid. My mother wouldn't be making me pray this way, people all over the world wouldn't be building temples and going on pilgrimages, if there weren't some benefit to it. It was strange that there was a God. I imagined that He was far away, busy, impatient, not especially interested in the many people who wanted His help, but obligated for some reason to hear our prayers.
Time passed. I watched my mother cut Birju's fingernails. She seemed scared to do it. "Is this all right?" she asked him. I watched her and felt as if I were dreaming.
Birju had his oxygen mask removed. Many of the wheeled poles were taken away. Now he looked the way he always had, except that he seemed to be sleeping with his eyes open. A doctor told us that oxygen deprivation had destroyed his corneas and he couldn't see. It seemed disloyal to believe this.
Birju moaned, he yawned, he coughed, but his eyes were like those of a blind person, lost in thought. He responded to sounds. If there was a loud noise, he would turn his head in the direction of the noise. Then he'd roll it back and just lie there. Occasionally, he had a seizure. His teeth clamped shut and squeaked against each other. His body stiffened, his hips rose off the bed, and the bed began to rattle. Often, standing by the bed and reading to him, or holding a comic book open before him and saying, "See," I felt such love for my brother that I wished I had known all along how much he mattered to me. I looked at him through the railings and wondered what to do. ♦


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Heya, here's some of my pix.
Max and Nate pound it out at their first T-ball game
Snake River fly action
Racing action, at its finest.
Den Campout at Camp Resolute
Flyfishing the Bighorn River
Overnight at the Stow Town Forest, Winter 2008.
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Thunder's Ibaka fined for groin punch on Clippers' Griffin
The NBA has fined Oklahoma City's Serge Ibaka $25,000 for striking Blake Griffin of the Los Angeles Clippers in the groin area.
The incident, which was called a Flagrant Foul 1 on the floor and upgraded to a Flagrant Foul 2 upon league office review, occurred with 1:52 remaining in the fourth quarter of the Thunder's 108-104 win over the Clippers on Sunday, March 3 at Staples Center.
USA TODAY Sports writer Sam Amick was at the game and said that after it was over, Ibaka was still fiery about what happened and tweeted that Ibaka was "hardly remorseful. He was talking tough to teammates about how Clips wanted to fight."
Miami Heat forward LeBron James wasn't happy about Ibaka's punishment because his teammate Dwyane Wade was suspended and fined during the playoffs last year when he kicked Ramon Sessions in the groin area.


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staph·y·lo·coc·cus / ˌstaf(ə)lōˈkäkəs/ • n. (pl. staphylococci / -ˈkäkˌsī; -ˌsē/ ) a bacterium of a genus (Staphylococcus) that includes many pathogenic kinds that cause pus formation, esp. in the skin and mucous membranes. DERIVATIVES: staph·y·lo·coc·cal / -ˈkäkəl/ adj.
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STAGE TUBE: MEMPHIS Flash Mob at Segerstrom Center for the Arts
Last night MEMPHIS opened Segerstrom Center for the Arts' 2012-13 Broadway Series, and during the finale, local Orange County high school students surprised the cast and audience with a flash mob. Watch their performance below!
During the opening night of MEMPHIS at Segerstrom Center for the Arts, this special surprise performance was part of the Center's participation in INSPIRE CHANGE, featuring 60 students from Anaheim High School Performing Arts Conservatory, 45 students from Orange County School of the Arts and around a dozen alumni from Segerstrom Center's Six Days of Broadway Musical Theater Camp. Since February 2010, nearly 2,000 students have had the opportunity to enjoy MEMPHIS on Broadway through INSPIRE CHANGE.
MEMPHIS, the 2010 Tony Award winner for Best Musical, and the show that's currently blowing the roof off Broadway, plays Segerstrom Center for the Arts for a limited engagement.
Critically acclaimed MEMPHIS won four 2010 Tony Awards including Best Musical, Best Original Score (David Bryan and Joe DiPietro), Best Book (Joe DiPietro) and Best Orchestrations (David Bryan and Daryl Waters). MEMPHIS won four Drama Desk Awards including Outstanding Musical, Outstanding Performance by an Actress (Montego Glover), Outstanding Music (David Bryan) and Outstanding Orchestration (David Bryan and Daryl Waters). MEMPHIS has also won four Outer Critic Circle Awards including Outstanding Musical, Outstanding Score (David Bryan & Joe DiPietro), Outstanding Actress (Montego Glover) and Outstanding Choreography (Sergio Trujillo).MEMPHIS takes place in the smoky halls and underground clubs of the segregated '50s, where a young white DJ named Huey Calhoun fell in love with everything he shouldn't: rock and roll and an electrifying black singer. MEMPHIS is an original story about the cultural revolution that erupted when his vision met her voice, and the music changed forever. Come along on their incredible journey to the ends of the airwaves – filled with laughter, soaring emotion and roof-raising rock 'n' roll. The show features a brand-new Tony-winning score with music by Bon Jovi's founding member and keyboardist David Bryan and lyrics by Bryan and Joe DiPietro (I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change), who also pens the musical's book. Bryan and DiPietro also collaborated on the award-winning off-Broadway hit, The Toxic Avenger.
MEMPHIS is based on a concept by the late George W. George (producer of the Tony-nominated Bedroom Farce and the film My Dinner With Andre), with direction by Tony nominee Christopher Ashley (Xanadu) and choreography by Sergio Trujillo, who is currently represented by Jersey Boys on Broadway. Scenic Design for MEMPHIS is by Tony Award winner David Gallo (The Drowsy Chaperone, Reasons to Be Pretty), Costume Design is by Tony nominee Paul Tazewell (In The Heights), Lighting Design is by Tony Award winner Howell Binkley (Jersey Boys) and Sound Design is by Ken Travis (The Threepenny Opera).
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What is Vanilla Bean Paste?
When To Use Vanilla Bean Paste
When it comes to vanilla ice cream, I have always demanded vanilla beans (Breyer's Vanilla Bean ice cream is a favorite). However, for some reason, I had never considered my love of the bean in my baking. Use vanilla bean paste in place of vanilla extract anywhere you want the beans to shine. I love seeing and tasting those little black dots. I recently used my paste to make vanilla bean buttercream frosting.
Why Not Use an Actual Vanilla Bean?
You certainly could use an actual vanilla bean instead of the vanilla bean paste. However, it's a bit more pricey and this is so easy!
Where To Buy Vanilla Bean Paste
UPDATE: Many of you commented that Trader Joe's sells cheap vanilla bean paste. I just got the word that it has been discontinued.


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Today's post (I say this like I write them everyday...) is for a good mate of mine from college, Trupti. I caught up with Trupti and a handful of uni friends last night over dinner. My friends from college are some of my dearest - it's hard not to become close when you spend 3 or 4 years living with each other. Since leaving uni, though, it's been hard trying to keep in touch with everyone, especially my non-cycling friends. I seem to spend all of my spare time now riding, or thinking about riding, or trying not to think about riding. There just aren't enough hours in the week for drinking red wine and catching up with friends.
Anyway, last night I was chuffed to discover that Trupti was a Ride Happy reader. But some of the cycling lingo in my posts is just plain hard to follow for someone who isn't into racing. This was clearly a job for Lisa's Mum. I unlocked her from the cupboard under the stairs, put a cup of earl grey in her hands and set her to work. So here it is Trup - Lisa's Mum's guide to cycling lingo, especially for non-cyclists:
- Classics: A type of one-day race in Europe in the Spring, usually combining rain, sleet, mud and cobblestones. Not in any way classical.
- Tours / stage racing: A big race run over multiple days (or 'stages'). If you think of one day races as the racing equivalent of slamming your hand in a door, stage racing is when you take your hand out of the door, then put it back in and slam it again, over and over. The winner is the one who slams their hand fastest.
- World cup: The highest level of racing, comprising a series of one-day races held over the year. The winner claims the title of world cup champion and the losers claim that they were never really targeting it, anyway.
- Bleeding from your eyeballs / Scraping the bottom of the barrel of hurt / In the box: Essentially, you are f*cked. There's no other way to put it. Your lungs are probably screaming, but you can't hear it because the screaming from your legs is louder. You would sell your own grandmother to make the pain stop. I've tried.
- Chewing stem / humping the top tube: Similar to above, but it's much more drawn out. Comes from the position of a cyclist's body towards the end of a race when they have absolutely nothing left in the tank. Bent over double, a spectator could be forgiven for thinking they were trying to unwrap the tape on their handlebars with their tongue.
- Ergo: Something Melbourne cyclists do a lot of in the winter, involving a stationary bike trainer and an ipod. Not a lot of fun if you're doing it because the weather's too rubbish to ride outside. Hence the latin expression: cognito, ergo shit.
- Intervals: A particular type of training exercise, often quite difficult, done multiple times in the vague hope that it will get easier. It doesn't. (See also In the box, above)
- Soigneur: If you translate it from French, it means 'trainer', 'groomer' or 'one who cares for others'. Really this is because the French have no word for 'Team Mum'. The soigneur washes, cooks and cleans, picks up your dirty shoes and kisses your grazes when you fall off. Everyone knows that without them the team would fall apart, but no one wants to give them a public holiday once a year in May... because who would wash the bidons?
- Form: Everyone wants it, you know when you've got it, but I'd be buggered if I could tell you how to find it.
- Coach: Helps you find Form (see above). Also provides lifestyle, career and relationship advice, if you're lucky.
- Race wheels / carbon clinchers / titanium bolts / Super Record: Things that will cost you a lot of money and a few awkward moments if you and your non-cycling partner share a bank account.
Next week: Eur-wrap up #3 - Back To School
Until then... ride happy


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This is probably a very naive question from a field that I don't have much background from, but a combination of curiosity and the fact that conceptual questions get very good answers here on MO seemed enough motivation to ask it.
Solitons are very interesting objects for a number of special properties they have, such as being "particle like", being stable and conserving their geometric features. Some of these properties are related to symmetries related to the notion of solitons, symmetries whose presence is mysterious to me.
My question is, therefore, what is a conceptually satisfying explanation of the non-obvious symmetries of solitons? Where do they come from and/or what causes them? I could not even perform a (fruitful) basic search since I don't know even the key-words necessary for it.


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Teacher resources and professional development across the curriculum
Teacher professional development and classroom resources across the curriculum
A video library for middle school language arts teachers; 9 twenty-minute video programs, library guide, and Web site
This series was discontinued on June 25, 2019.
1. Introducing the Envisionment-Building Classroom
In this program, Dr. Langer describes the hallmarks of an envisionmentbuilding classroom a place where students, working at the highest levels of their ability, can experience literature and make meaning for themselves. Her comments are illustrated by classroom examples. Go to this unit.
2. Building a Literary Community
In Joe Bernhart's diverse seventhgrade language arts classroom in Houston, Texas, students work in small groups with a variety of texts in contemporary young adult literature. Bernhart demonstrates how he encourages students to develop deeper understandings of the text. Go to this unit.
3. Asking Questions
In a seventhgrade gifted and talented language arts class in Miami, Florida, Ana Hernandez prompts students to pose their own questions as they read Sharon Draper's Tears of a Tiger. As they discuss major issues of the text and consider the actions of the characters, the students immerse themselves within the story. Go to this unit.
4. Facilitating Discussion
Students in Tanya Schnabl's sixthgrade language arts class in rural Sherburne, New York, become involved with Among the Hidden, Margaret Peterson Haddix's futuristic text. As Schnabl encourages discussion of the text on many levels, the students move beyond their first impressions of the book to internalize lessons and make them their own. Go to this unit.
5. Seminar Discussion
Dorothy Franklin's diverse seventhgrade language arts classroom in the heart of Chicago focuses on Langston Hughes's short story, "Passing." Franklin encourages her students to take on the perspective of the characters in the text, with some surprising and satisfying results. Go to this unit.
6. Dramatic Tableaux
This program features the seventhgrade Berlin, Maryland, classroom of Dr. Jan Currence. Currence and her students delve into Christopher Paul Curtis's The Watsons Go to Birmingham 1963. Currence first models and then engages students in tableau activities, in which students draw on their experiences to bring the text to life for others. Go to this unit.
7. Readers as Individuals
This program visits Flora Tyler's sixthgrade language arts class in Las Cruces, New Mexico, to show how one teacher, using writing and reading workshop models, works with students who are each reading a different literary text. Go to this unit.
8. The Teacher's Role in a Literary Community
Barry Hoonan's fifth and sixthgrade language arts class on Bainbridge Island in Washington are studying a variety of contemporary young adult fiction titles. As students meet in small groups to focus on each text, Hoonan demonstrates how teachers can tactfully and effectively guide these discussions. Go to this unit.
9. Whole-Group Discussions
Witness an effective literary community as Linda Rief's eighthgrade language arts class in Durham, New Hampshire discusses Lois Lowry's The Giver. Here, the students work as a group to examine the text and discern the ways its themes relate to their lives.
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