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It's still dark when the weeping erupts, so Mather knows it's early. How early he isn't sure, but he won't be able to fall back asleep, so it doesn't matter. He pulls the extra pillow over his head, tries to smother the sound, but it's still there, the distant siren of the boy crying in the other room.
The boy is wedged under the machine when Mather goes in. The machine has run dry again, streaks of pink fluid smeared inside the hose, the tank in the crib issuing an exhausted wheeze. It's a terrible design. Under the clouded tank is a cavity just large enough to conceal the boy if he crawls in, which is what he does when he wakes up too early and no one comes for him. So Mather has to wedge his fingers beneath the thing, which barely fits in the crib, anyway, and lift it just enough to grab the boy and pull him out.
Of course the boy has been crying. Crying isn't really the right word for it. He has been explosively weeping, maybe for a long time, and when Mather picks him up and holds him close the weeping escalates, the boy breaking down in Mather's arms.
Mather tries to set the boy down in the dark kitchen so that he can make coffee, but as soon as the boy is released he bursts into sobs again. As usual, Mather talks to him, tries to calmly reassure him, but the boy's crying is so loud that Mather cannot even hear his own voice. He sits on the dirty kitchen floor and gathers the boy in to try to soothe him, but the boy squirms from his grasp and goes on wailing, so Mather leaves the kitchen and shuts himself in the bathroom, triggering even higher-pitched cries from the boy.
When the doorbell rings to signal that Mather's ride to work is here, he isn't ready to go. The boy's diaper was dry when he got up, which meant that he hadn't had enough water, but Mather could not get him to drink anything. The boy twisted his head away when offered a bottle, so Mather tried to interest him in different cups, even his own coffee mug, which the boy usually tried to pry from his hands. Finally, the boy took a few greedy gulps from the mug, with most of the water running down his chest. He wouldn't eat the egg that Mather had prepared for him, but he did steal Mather's toast, which he clutched into a gummy mass in his fist while wandering around the living room, still half crying.
Now Mather has to quickly force the boy into his clothing as he struggles to get away. From the hallway, he grabs the same day bag he used yesterday, and the day before, packed with the same spare clothes for the boy and the same dry snacks that he never seems to want.
No one says hello when Mather opens the door of the car-pool vehicle. They have had to wait for him in the unlit garage, and he can tell that they've lost patience. There's no car seat installed today, no space reserved for the boy, and he won't hold still in Mather's lap. The woman next to Mather is not amused when the boy throws himself across her legs, trying to crawl toward the window. She sits back, hands up, indicating that Mather must remove the boy himself. Mather apologizes and pulls the boy back, squeezing him tightly so that he can't escape. This makes the boy shriek and squirm with surprising strength. But Mather does not relent. He has no real choice.
They pass the old bald hill and the spire, then get waved through at the Faraday gate, where they join the line of cars that form a single file to climb to the top. The little trees out the window are bare and the grass is colorless this time of year, but it's a bright, clear day. Mather wishes there were a window open, but he doesn't feel that he can ask. No doubt someone decided, before they picked him up, that they'd ride to work with the windows closed, breathing one another's stale air.
In the parking lot, overlooking the valley, the boy wants to walk under his own power, but there are cars pulling in and it's too dangerous. Mather finds a little patch of grass for the boy to run around in. It isn't much, and it quickly drops off into a steep decline, so he stations himself to keep the boy from running down the cliff. For a while the boy staggers around, reaching over to clutch at little sticks, which he holds up to his father with pride.
When the work bell sounds, Mather lines up at the service entrance and waits his turn for the security check. The boy tenses in Mather's arms as they approach the nursery, but when Mather hands him off to the caregiver the boy does not let himself cry. Even at this age, he is trying to be brave. Mather watches through the high window as the boy is quickly placed on the floor of the playroom, in front of a bucket of foam blocks. The caregiver disappears into an office, but the boy does not seem to notice. He picks something out of the bucket and puts it in his mouth. Mather gives him a last look, then heads up the ramp to the elevator.
The boy is one and a half years old and his name is Alan Mather, and already he has dense black hair on his head. To Mather, Alan is a name not for a baby but for a grown man. When they were naming him, he had let the boy's mother choose, thinking that he should pick his battles. She had been so sure about it, and Mather had found that he could not think of a single name that didn't make him feel uneasy when he said it out loud. Mather has tried to call the boy "honey" instead, and maybe if he keeps doing so it will come to feel more natural. The boy has a quiet, wet cough and pink-rimmed eyes, and he's already capable of a sustained, piercing eye contact that his father can never quite match.
At his lunch hour, Mather takes his thermos and sandwich down to the nursery. The boy is in a crib, but he is not asleep. He has the same little foam object clutched in his hand, and it's been chewed to shreds. When the boy sees Mather, he starts to cry, but softly, as if he had already cried himself hoarse. The respirator in the nursery hasn't been turned on, and when Mather checks the log to see if the boy has received his asthma medication there are no entries for today. The boy has the kind of asthma that keeps his lungs from properly lubricating, so he has to inhale moisture through a mask every four hours or his lungs will start to dry out. It's not serious, the doctor told Mather, but he should try not to miss a treatment. The director of the nursery seemed to be concealing a smirk when Mather first introduced him to the equipment, as if Mather had simply brought in one of Alan's favorite toys.
After Mather holds the mask to the boy's face and the boy obediently inhales the wet air, his little brow wrinkled in concentration, they return to the patch of grass outside. Mather tries to eat while the boy sits in his lap, facing downhill. The boy wants to hold Mather's sandwich, but when Mather lets him he won't eat any of it, and when Mather tries to rescue the sandwich the boy clutches it into a ball. Mather isn't hungry for the sandwich, anyway. When he hasn't slept well, he wants only a sugared muffin with a Coke. His sandwich is cucumbers with olive spread, between slices of thin, black toast, and it smells like potting soil.
It's a bright, clear day, and Mather can see all the way down to Rollingwood, the neighborhood where he grew up. He can't see his old house, but he can see the street where it would be, behind a hooked cul-de-sac of narrow homes. His old elementary school's clock tower rises high out of the trees. The clock stopped at three-fifteen a long time ago, and unless you stand beneath the tower you'd think the little hand had fallen off, because it's perfectly hidden beneath the big hand.
Mather's son won't go to school there, because they live far away from Rollingwood now. Mather doesn't even know where the public schools are in his new neighborhood. It's not so much a neighborhood as an exit off the freeway, but it's pretty, in its way, with circular grass parks and housing staggered down the middle. In the spring, it's one of his favorite parts of town. Something about the absence of trees makes the light seem perfect. It's hard to imagine that he'll still be in the same apartment, at the same job, in the same city, when the boy starts kindergarten in a few years. But of course the boy will attend kindergarten wherever his mother is living at the time, so Mather isn't even sure why he's thinking about the schools in his neighborhood.
Mather points out landmarks to the boy—the old Rotterman Dam and the shipping depot built of natural black bricks—but the boy doesn't look. He hangs on Mather's outstretched arm and tries to swing from it. Mather stands up and swings him around and the boy laughs, but the laugh turns into a whimper, and Mather isn't sure if the boy is frightened or happy.
After work, they take the bus to the boy's mother's apartment, but she isn't home. She has repeatedly asked Mather to return his key, but it's times like this that persuade him to hang on to it. Otherwise he'd be waiting forever on the narrow balcony of her building and the boy would be imperilling himself by trying to squeeze through the bars.
Mather lets himself inside and medicates the boy with the old ventilator in the living room, then looks for something to give him for dinner. There is only a chicken salad, so Mather spreads it on a cutting board and begins chopping it fine. The boy refuses the first spoonful, but Mather leaves the bowl on the low coffee table, and after the boy has finished running around the apartment he discovers the bowl of mashed chicken and starts to awkwardly feed himself while Mather watches from his chair.
It's late and dark when the boy's mother comes home. She's with her boyfriend, who excuses himself to the bedroom without even taking off his coat. Mather has done his best to accept the boyfriend, has always been cordial and said hello, but the boyfriend won't look Mather in the eye and never stops to talk.
At these dropoffs, Mather and the boy's mother, Maureen, do not say much. They confirm the next exchange of the boy and discuss his medication, what he's eaten, how he's been sleeping. They stick to factual matters and flatten their tone of voice as much as possible, disguising all feeling. But today Maureen says that she needs to talk to him and asks him to sit down.
Mather hides his excitement. Maureen never wants to talk to him. Usually she seems disgusted by his presence, critical of how he fathers the boy, indifferent to anything Mather says that is unrelated to the boy's care. It is as if she had stored up disappointment that she is determined to show him during the ten minutes they see each other twice a week. So for a moment Mather imagines that Maureen has grown suddenly tender toward him, even with the boyfriend lurking in the bedroom. She misses Mather, maybe, and would like to talk to someone who really knows her. Someone who understands, because they once went through a lot together.
Except that's not it. Maureen needs a favor. She tells him that she can't take the boy right now. She's going away.
"O.K.," Mather says carefully, wanting to sound coöperative. He'd love to do her a favor, because she thinks he never does. If he shows resistance, she'll be upset and then they'll have another fight.
"Thanks for understanding," Maureen says. "I appreciate it." She gets up as if that were all they needed to discuss.
But Mather doesn't understand. What is she telling him?
"I guess we need to wake up Alan," Maureen says, and she heads for the curtained-off hallway where Mather put him to sleep in the portable crib.
"Where are you going, can I ask?" Mather says. He's not sure why he sounds apologetic.
"To Robert's home town."
Robert is the boyfriend. Mather thinks that Robert is lucky to be alone in a dark room right now. Maybe Robert is standing at the door, still wearing his winter coat, listening to them.
"Why can't you take Alan? It's your turn. He can't go with you?"
"No. Alan can't come."
"Well, when are you coming back?"
"Really soon. I'll call you. I'll make up the days."
"So you're just going off in the middle of the workweek?"
Maureen looks at him sharply, and it's clear that she doesn't think she needs to explain herself. She picks up the boy and starts whispering to him, her voice losing its scolding tone, dissolving into singsong. She bounces and hushes him, even though he's not crying.
The boy clings to his mother. When she bends over the couch to change him, he clutches her as if he were a baby animal, and she has to peel him away. She tells the boy that he will be staying with his daddy for a little while longer, and that she will miss him so much. She will see him soon, and then they will do fun things and she will give him lots of kisses because he's her little boy, isn't he, and all she wants to do is kiss him all the time. Should they go on a boat ride when she comes home? Does he remember the boat ride they once took? Would he like to do that again? That's what they'll do. She'll come home and they'll go down to the river and take a nice boat ride.
Mather stands there in the dark living room. There won't be a boat ride. He knows that. She's showering so much love on the boy that he will become dazed by it, then Mather will have to take over and the boy will be bitterly disappointed again. To Mather, these intense displays of love are what he must help the boy recover from. Fatherhood has somehow become about helping the boy not love his mother too painfully.
Maureen hands the boy off to Mather, and the boy registers the change for one perfectly quiet second, then screams. He's never liked parting from his mother, and now they've woken him up late at night only to make him suffer a sudden separation. Mather closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. There's nothing he can do. He'd like Maureen to seem more obviously guilty, but she shows no sign of having done anything wrong. It is, apparently, Mather's fault that the boy does not love him with the same desperation.
There's no one else at the bus stop, and from what Mather can tell, after reading the posted schedule, the next bus will come in one minute, which is lucky for him, because the boy is not pleased, outside in the early winter at night. Except when one minute passes, then two, then five, it becomes clear that the bus must have come already and now the next one isn't due for half an hour.
Alone, which is what he was supposed to be tonight, Mather wouldn't care. He'd sit on the bench and read, enjoying the cold night. But he has the boy with him, and the boy is fully awake after all his screaming and will be cold soon. This isn't the sort of area where empty taxicabs drive around looking for fares. Mather calls information and gets the number for a car service, then speaks to a dispatcher. They can send a driver in forty-five minutes. Mather tells the man that it's late and his baby is tired and hungry, and the man repeats that he can send a car in forty-five minutes. More like an hour, actually, to be honest—as if he were doing Mather a favor by lengthening the estimate.
Mather starts to walk home, carrying the boy, along the bus route, even though it's less direct. He figures that the bus, when it comes, won't cruelly pass him by if he stands in the road and waves. The roads are so empty that Mather wonders for a moment if something terrible has happened, and everyone is at home watching the news, knowing better than to go outside. He stops walking and listens. It's the quietest he's ever heard his city. The boy, too, seems transfixed, staring into the darkness. But then a bus rolls into sight and Mather stands right over the white line, waving. He doesn't want to take any chances.
Maureen doesn't call the next day, or the day after that, and then it's the weekend. On Sunday, Mather's parents visit, but they're so tired they don't leave their chairs. Mather's parents have been to Lisbon, and they tell him of eating fish seared on the rocks at the harbor. The flat rocks are heated by torches overnight, and when the morning's catch comes in a man cleans whole fish to order and lays them out, butterflied, on the hot stone, which is black and oily from the cooking. When you salt this fish, it's the best thing you've ever eaten. You eat it with your fingers. Even the locals eat it, which, of course, is the best endorsement.
Mather's father studies him for signs of enthusiasm.
Mather nods his approval and says that he'd love to try it sometime.
The boy goes to the front hallway and grabs his little white shoes, then brings them over to Mather. Then he carries first one, then the other, of Mather's old maroon work shoes, dumping them loudly at Mather's feet.
"He wants to go out," Mather mumbles.
Mather's parents smile with abstract pleasure but do not move.
When he doesn't hear from Maureen by Monday afternoon, Mather calls and gets her voice mail. He would like to know her plans. The boy is doing fine, he tells her. He's actually eating, and he gets up twice at night, but Mather downgrades this to once in his message, because somehow the extra night wakings might seem like a failure of his. He asks Maureen to get back to him so that he knows when to drop Alan off.
He gets no call the next day. The day after that, at work, the nursery is closed. The lights are off and the door is locked when Mather carries the boy over in the morning. Mather waits outside while his colleagues head upstairs. He calls the nursery number and gets no answer. He bangs on the dark glass. Finally, when he is going to be late for work, he takes the boy up the ramp to the elevators and brings him into the suite of offices.
Mather asks someone named Drew what's going on with the nursery today. Drew has pictures of kids on his desk. He must have used the nursery at some point. But Drew just shrugs and looks at Alan in Mather's arms as if Mather had smuggled contraband into work.
"I'll go see Ferguson, I guess," Mather says.
Ferguson is the supervisor and maybe he'll understand.
"He's not coming in this morning," Drew says, his face arranged in an unconvincing look of concern.
Mather heads to Ferguson's office, anyway, and asks his assistant if he can see him.
"And you are?" the assistant asks.
"It's just for a moment," Mather says. "It's an emergency." He holds up the boy as proof. See my emergency.
The assistant doesn't look. "Your name?" he asks.
"Mather," Mather says. "I work over there." He gestures at the cubicle with his head. There's a young woman writing something at his desk. Sometimes temps from the night shift set up at empty desks for their red-eye collation projects and have to move when the full-timers come in. He's going to have to ask her to leave and she's going to be annoyed, even though it's his desk.
"How's Friday at eleven?" the assistant asks.
"The day after tomorrow?"
The assistant is irritated. "That would be Friday, yes."
"Could you please just let him know I've had an emergency and need a personal day?"
The assistant eyes him carefully. "You'd better write that out yourself to be sure the message is how you want it."
But Mather says that he trusts the assistant to get it right. It's not very complicated.
At home, he phones Maureen's office and the call is routed to a receptionist. Maureen is not available. But he'd like to know if she's there, if she's actually at work today. The receptionist repeats that she's not available to come to the phone and would Mather like to leave a message?
He says that it's about her son and would she please call him.
The boy won't nap, but he doesn't cry. He sits in his crib quietly, and Mather notices that his breath is coming heavily, with a faint whistling sound. Under the boy's dark hair, Mather thinks, the scalp looks unusually red, and when he touches it the boy flinches. He gives him the humidifier mask and the boy takes hungry gulps of the wet air. When Mather tries to remove him from the crib, the boy protests, points back to his mattress, so Mather leaves him there, and the boy crawls under the tank of the humidifier.
Mather checks on him later and he is still awake, but he cries when Mather tries to pick him up. The tank is empty, so Mather rinses it out and fills it with more distilled water. The boy returns the mask to his face and Mather can hear a whinny in his breath now. Is he getting better or worse? The redness on the boy's scalp has spread beyond his hairline, down his face.
Mather's mother, before she retired, was a nurse, so he calls her.
"You worry too much," she says. "Leave him alone. Children are remarkably strong. They're much stronger than us. You never got sick, never once. You never caused us any problems."
The next morning the car-pool vehicle does not come. Mather has been up for hours and is packed and ready to go. He's lost track of whose turn it is to drive today, so he can't even make a phone call. He's been so grateful to be part of the car pool, since he has no car of his own, that he's paid more than his share of the gas, just to be sure that nothing goes wrong. He tries not to make trouble, particularly on days when he has the boy. But there's no car today, and if he doesn't leave right away he will be late for work.
On the bus there are no empty seats, so Mather stakes out a position for himself against a pole. The boy is pale inside his snowsuit. His face is dry and peeling. His skin seems nearly translucent. His cough is small and weak, and it could just be that he's dehydrated.
The bus lets them off downhill from the Faraday gate. With the boy in his arms, Mather hikes up the side of the road as a stream of cars pass them on the way to work. He sees some people he knows, but no one stops. He's never hiked this road, and it's much steeper than he would have thought. He's drenched inside his winter coat, and the boy's face is flushed, even though he's not exerting himself. At the gate, Mather has to show his credentials and they ask to pat down the boy, who goes with one of the guards without complaint. He doesn't even seem to notice that someone else is carrying him.
The nursery is closed again this morning. Someone has taped a piece of paper to the door, but it's since been ripped down, leaving just the clear tape fastened over a shred of blank paper. Mather brings the boy up to his office and there are two temps sharing his desk. He stands there holding the boy, needing to put him down so that he can figure out what to do.
"All right," he says to the temps, trying to sound cheerful. "I guess I have to get in here."
He has no idea what he's going to do with Alan today, but at least if he gets his desk back he can settle in and maybe make a play area for him on the floor.
The temps look up at him and blink. "We're here until noon," the young man says. Probably he's in his early twenties, but he looks like a boy.
"Well," Mather says, "you need to move to the conference room or somewhere else, because this is my desk."
He shouldn't have to articulate this.
"Mr. Ferguson told us to work here," the other temp says impatiently, a young woman who is so striking he's afraid to look at her.
The boy wriggles out of Mather's grasp and sets off away from him, not even looking back, so Mather excuses himself to follow him, until they bump into Ferguson, who is speaking with some executives outside the conference room.
"Well, who do we have here?" Ferguson says, addressing the boy.
Mather leans over the boy, as if he needed to formally present him to his supervisor. "This is Alan," he says.
"Alan. Is that right? Are you helping your father get his stuff, Alan?"
"My stuff?" Mather asks. "What do you mean?"
"I had a note that you were leaving."
The executives standing with Ferguson smile at Mather. Ferguson smiles, too.
"No, no, no," Mather protests. "I had to take a personal day yesterday, that's all. His mother is supposed to have him and the nursery was closed. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm not leaving at all."
"Well, that is a misunderstanding," Ferguson says. "That contradicts the note I received."
His face has clouded over. When someone like Ferguson exceeds the allotted time for encounters with employees in the hallway, he does not try to hide it.
"No," Mather says. "I'm here, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"O.K.," Ferguson says, and he looks down at the boy, who's still in his snowsuit, pressed against the glass of the conference room. "But what about today?" Ferguson wants to know. "What's your plan today?"
What he's going to do is check the nursery again, Mather tells Ferguson, because maybe they've opened it by now, and then he'll be right back. But of course the nursery is still closed when he gets there, locked and dark, with no note on the window. He asks the security guards if they know anything, but they don't. From the guard booth, they look over at the unlit nursery room as if they'd never seen it before. So Mather has no choice but to go home with the boy in his arms, who is so light it feels to Mather that he is carrying an empty snowsuit.
At home, he calls Maureen again, but her voice mail is full and she's not picking up. Mather would try Robert, just to reach Maureen, but if he was ever told Robert's last name he can't remember it now. Mather knows nothing about him, let alone where his home town is.
There are a few of Maureen's friends to try, but Alma is the obvious one, the loyalist, whose negative forecasts about Mather were always, according to Maureen, a hundred per cent accurate.
"If Alma is so smart," Mather once asked, "then why is she fat and alone?" He wanted to think that this was an innocent question, prompted by irreconcilable pieces of information.
"Of course you'd ask that," Maureen said, smiling. "Of course." She always seemed genuinely happy when Mather was at his worst.
And of course you'd have no answer, Mather thought, back at her, in the unspoken way he often fought with her, but then Maureen did have an answer, at least about Alma's weight. A gland or a duct or perhaps an entire organ had begun to work overtime, could not stop laboring inside Alma, as if there were always unfinished work to do. And the result was that incredibly pale skin Alma had and, yes, it was true, some extra weight. A depressed metabolism, because Alma actually ate less than the rest of us. But Mather didn't even deserve to know that, Maureen assured him. He wasn't even worthy of knowing that about Alma.
She picks up on the first ring, stating her full name, Alma Ryan, which everyone does at her office, a publishing house that specializes in children's books. Mather quickly says that it is him, and that she shouldn't hang up, because this is about Alan, and does Alma know where Maureen is?
"What's happened to Alan?" Alma asks in a careful voice.
Mather explains that nothing has, but Maureen is still not back and this isn't like her and it's causing problems for him. He's home with the boy now when he needs to be at work. He might even lose his job because of this.
"I'm sorry to hear that your child is an inconvenience to you," Alma says.
Mather curses at her, freely and at length, and Alma hangs up. Then he calls her right back.
"Alma Ryan."
Mather explains that he is sorry and he needs her help. Alan is no inconvenience to him. Alan is his son and he loves him. Alma has to believe that, no matter what she thinks of him. But the boy needs his mother, too. Mather explains that Alan is just too little to be away from his mother for this long, with Mather not even knowing where she is or when she's coming back. Maybe Alma does not know all the details, but Alan is not well. His asthma. This is not fair to Alan.
He explains all this to Alma, but when he waits for her to respond she isn't there. The line is dead. It is possible that Alma hung up as soon as she heard Mather's voice. She doesn't pick up again.
In the late afternoon, the boy won't breathe through his mask. He covers his mouth with his hands and turns his head away. Mather tries to listen to his breath, but the boy won't stay put. Still, Mather hears a whistle in the boy's lungs, and he pictures them shrivelling inside the boy's small chest, as dry as two little pieces of paper curling up in the heat. He knows that if the boy would inhale the vapors from the mask his lungs would lubricate and he would feel better, but the boy is stubborn and the more Mather tries to press the mask over his face the more he twists out of reach.
Mather reminds himself that it isn't serious. The treatments are supposedly optional, meant to increase the boy's comfort. It is only asthma. But the boy is pale and certainly too little for his age, and he sits listlessly on the rug after his nap, uninterested in the toy cars that Mather has arranged around him.
Mather schedules a sitter, and the next morning he shows her around the apartment while the boy clings to him. Mather demonstrates the ventilator to the sitter, but it is clear that she has already decided that it is too complicated for her to operate.
Mather was going to leave early for the bus stop, to be sure that he wasn't late for work, but then his doorbell rings, and he runs downstairs to the car-pool vehicle, the boy crying behind him in the sitter's arms. A proper goodbye would only have made it worse, and the boy will recover faster this way. In any case, Mather needs to go to work. This is how it has to be.
In the dark car, no one so much as looks his way. Mather wonders what happens day after day in this car before he is picked up that makes for such grim silence. They stare ahead while he settles in and buckles his seat belt, and for a moment Mather feels the enormous relief of travelling alone, even if there are mute co-workers pressed against him. He has no one to take care of and he can relax.
Mather lowers his window when they pull out of the garage, and the woman beside him huffs. He'll consider himself justly scolded. They turn onto the Hills Parkway and the car picks up speed. Outside, it's a flat, gray morning, but the air is warm, and Mather lets the wind cover his face. There are sweet, smoky streaks in the sky, the kind of clouds that scatter if a bird so much as flies through them. Mather almost feels that he could sleep, and he wishes the ride were much longer. He'd love to stay in the car like this all day, just driving around town, sleeping a little, looking out the window, doing nothing, while someone else keeps the boy busy at home.
The temps are at his desk when he gets to work.
"O.K., guys, break it up," he says, wanting to sound jovial about it.
They're completely engrossed in their work and don't look up. It's the same two temps from yesterday, and a third one leans over them, staring at the computer screen. They have coffees and food wrappers cluttering the desk, and Mather's own in-box is nowhere to be seen. There's hardly room for him to put down his briefcase.
"I'm back," Mather says, this time more softly.
"We're pretty hunkered down," the young man from yesterday says. Mather isn't sure, but the young man's hand motion may be waving him away.
Mather says, "I can see that." It's important to stay friendly, extend an olive branch. He was a temp once. There's no reason to lord his rank over them. "Would you guys like to take a minute to find another place to work?"
The young man seems to consider this but mentions their deadline and how settled in they are at Mather's desk. He says that they're good where they are, but thanks for the offer.
Of course it's a misunderstanding, and a small one, but Mather feels that he hasn't been at his desk in ages and he'd like things to return to normal. How long has it been since he's had a normal workday? He looks around for some sort of backup, commiseration from the other full-timers, but his colleagues are all hopelessly tuned in to their computers. Unfortunately, he has to go higher up on this one. He'd have liked to avoid that, but the temps have given him no choice.
Ferguson's assistant tells Mather that his appointment isn't until eleven.
Mather says, "I didn't make that appointment. Remember? I need to see him now. The temps are at my desk and I have to get to work. It's already after nine."
"So are you cancelling the eleven o'clock?" the assistant asks, crossing something out in his book.
"No," Mather says quietly, "because I never made it."
"Never made what?" a voice booms behind him.
It's Ferguson, just walking in, acting as though he'd missed the beginning of a joke. Mather wonders if Ferguson ever gets exhausted, smiling like that. The assistant disengages, returns to his work.
"I never made an appointment with you," Mather explains, realizing that this will only confuse Ferguson, but Ferguson has the ability not to show confusion, perhaps not to even experience it. A man like Ferguson can remain impervious to all messages beyond his own internal script, which drives him with purpose from room to room.
Ferguson pats Mather on the back.
"So you got rid of him, huh?" he asks.
"Who?" Mather says.
"Who!" Ferguson laughs. "The kid! You finally fobbed him off! Good work!"
"Oh," Mather says. "I did. Yeah."
"Just a quick thing," he says to Ferguson, using a serious, professional tone.
He would like Ferguson, if possible, to resolve this situation with the temps, he says, because he needs to get back to work, and why does he always have to vacate people from his desk every morning? It's stressful, if Ferguson wants to know the truth, and Ferguson nods with sympathy. The temps should have marching orders and time frames before they even sit down at someone else's desk. Mather explains that it creates tension and it's maybe not a great idea for office morale.
"The temps left at eight today," Ferguson says, "as usual. But let me introduce you to our new team. We've just made some pretty killer hires. Morale couldn't be better."
At Mather's desk, Ferguson presents the three new hotshot employees, but Mather doesn't listen to their names. Ferguson is boasting about the marketing initiative they took as temps and how they're the first temps in a year to move up the ladder like this. Straight up the ladder. Fire at their heels.
The three of them, still caught up in the seriousness flowing from Mather's computer, are flushed with Ferguson's praise, as if they believed that soon they'd be running the company. And somehow Mather is supposed to feel happy for them, which he tells Ferguson he is, but of course this is his desk, where his unfinished projects remain and can't the new team work somewhere else?
Ferguson says that he and Mather should go talk at the elevator. His voice is soft, and he tries to shepherd Mather that way, placing an arm around him.
Walk employee to quiet place. Present news in positive terms.
About the only way that Mather can have an edge on Ferguson is to hold his ground and force this conversation to happen right here. He can feel his co-workers pretending not to look at him.
Ferguson says, "I think the next step is a good strategy talk down in H.R. They'll have a really tactical perspective on what might be next for you. It's never a bad time to talk strategy. You think you've considered all your options and possibilities, but you never have. There's always something you haven't thought of."
Mather's cell phone rings and he doesn't recognize the number, but he feels he must pick up, even though the timing is bad. It could be Maureen calling from someone else's phone. Maybe she lost her phone, which is why she hasn't picked up for so long. Maybe she's calling to say she's sorry, and how is baby Alan, and can she see him soon?
Except it's not Maureen, it's someone with poor English, on a poor connection, who asks several times for Mr. Mather.
"This is he," Mather says, as Ferguson and the new employees look at him with polite curiosity.
The caller asks again for Mather, and again he says "This is he," until it occurs to him that she doesn't understand the expression.
"This is Mr. Mather. Who's calling, please?" Without people watching him, he might have hung up already.
Mather figures out that it's the sitter, and what she's saying to him, over and over, is the name of his boy. She's saying "Alan," except with her accent it sounds like "Allah." She has little ability to elaborate. Something is wrong with the boy. She needs him to come home right away.
Mather stays calm.
"I have to go. It's my son."
"I guess you can't get rid of him that easy!" Ferguson laughs.
Mather rushes to the elevator, and behind him Ferguson calls out that business about H.R. again and scheduling an appointment.
"Strategy!" Ferguson shouts, as the elevator doors close.
It's not until Mather gets on the bus that he realizes precisely what has happened. This is how it's done. No doubt Ferguson took a workshop to learn just that language. Perhaps he was excited to practice it on Mather. Firing is an opportunity, the start of something wonderful and new.
While Mather is on the bus, the sitter calls again, but there's nothing he can do. He's on his way, she has to hold tight, and he will be there as soon as he can.
His phone rings again as he approaches the back of his building. This time it's Maureen.
"Finally," he says. It's as if the whole crisis were over, simply because she has called. He's not even mad, just relieved.
"Where are you," Maureen demands.
"Where am I? Where am I?" Mather can't believe it. "Are you kidding me? Where the fuck are you?"
Then he sees, across the parking lot, at the entrance to his building, Maureen, talking on her phone. Robert is with her, and he's got the boy. Next to them is the sitter, and even from here Mather can see that she's crying hysterically.
"You left him with a stranger," Maureen hisses into the phone. "I can't go away for one minute. I can't leave him with you for a single second. A stranger who knows nothing about children."
Mather sees the full hatred in her body, how she'd like to crawl into her phone and kill him as she stalks around the parking lot.
"I'm right here," Mather says. "Look up," and he watches her uncoil.
Maureen sees Mather and takes the boy from Robert. They've got him all wrapped up in his snowsuit, and he's wearing one of those white stocking caps they give to babies at the hospital. Somehow it still fits him.
"We're leaving," she announces, and Robert instantly falls into step behind her.
Mather approaches and the sitter rushes at him, frantic.
"I don't give them Allah. They take Allah. It's O.K. they take Allah?"
Mather tells Maureen to wait, to hold on, there's a lot to talk about. She can't just barge over and take Alan like that. She has a lot to account for.
"Really?" Maureen says, and she looks almost excited, as if she can't wait to tear into Mather over this.
Mather wants at least to see the boy, and, when he approaches, Alan looks at him with his pink-rimmed eyes, crusty and dry in the corners, and his skin not so much pale as yellow. Mather goes to touch the boy gently—this is his little son, he would like to give him a kiss—and the boy cringes, nestling further into his mother.
Mather backs away.
"It's O.K., Mr. Mather?" the sitter says. "It's O.K. they take him?" She's acting like Mather's only friend.
"You're asking the wrong person, you bitch," Maureen says. But Mather calms the sitter down and says, "Yes, it's O.K., don't worry."
"Leave my friends alone," Maureen spits. "Don't call my work. Don't call us."
Robert looks at Mather, and there's not even malice in his eyes. Just boredom.
Mather watches them drive away and he goes upstairs, alone, to his apartment. It's not even noon. He'll start by doing laundry, all the boy's clothes. He takes everything down to the machines in the basement, then upstairs he vacuums, opens the windows for air.
From the boy's crib he removes the humidifier. What Mather will do is take off the tubes and soak them in a good, hot solution. The plastic water tank has to be soaked, too. The mask pulls easily from the hose and it still smells a little bit of the boy, his sleeping breath. When Mather puts it back together it will be as clean as new.
Later, Mather will go shopping and he'll buy the boy's favorite foods. He'll stock up on distilled water for the tank. He'll even lay in some candy, for those times when nothing else works. If it's not too late after that and he has the energy, Mather will take the bus down to Rollingwood to the toy store he loved when he was young, if it's even still there, and he will pick up something fun for the boy. There has to be something that Alan will just love to play with, maybe a train table, which he's too young for at the moment, but not really for long. He's growing up. It's not a bad idea at all to start thinking about getting just the right train table built up in the living room.
At home tonight, Mather will lay the pieces out on the floor, and he'll start building, because it could take a few days to get it done, and this way he'll have a head start. He wants to be ready for next time. He wants to bring the boy in and present it to him and see the look in the boy's eyes when he lowers him into place and pushes that very first train into view. ♦


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May 7th 1967 - May 7th 2017
50th Anniversary Celebration May 6th
11a-2p at Kuck Motorsports
Members are invited to show their Vettes outside Kuck's and encouraged to show displays of their Corvette or NCA history. Friends and family of members are invited to tour the museum at no charge, donations will be accepted and given to NCA charities. Hamburger and hot dog meals from Lucky's will be available for purchase.
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The "Jazz on the Triangle" series at Holy Trinity Episcopal Church has returned for its 20th season. The final concert in the series takes place Sunday, June 21, 4-6pm, and features vocalist Paula James-Chavis.
The concert is a homecoming of sorts: She began singing at age 4 at Holy Trinity! Paula continued to sing at St. Vincent de Paul School, and on into Junior High, High School, and College. Her idols are many and varied – Sarah Vaughan, Nancy Wilson, Aretha Franklin, Etta James, and others. She has synthesized her own style and voice while absorbing influences from many of the greats of the vocal field. Paula was for 33 years a triple career woman – raising three children, teaching First Grade for the Metropolitan Nashville School System, and singing and performing on stage and screen.
Paula has performed with Dr. Dorothy Marcic, acclaimed author of "Respect," has backed up such varied artists as Shirley Caesar, Charlie Daniels, Amy Grant, and Kenny Rogers. For this concert she is backed two of the city's favorite instrumentalists, John Birdsong and Joe Davidian. This concert will be a fitting close to the Holy Trinity Jazz Series's twentieth season.
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Zona Zamfirova 2
Come Back Zona
Come Back Zona - Life is a fairy tale! The love between Zona Zamfirova and silversmith Mane succeeded to beat all unimaginable class differences in patriarchal Nis. After the wedding the gossip calmed down and Zona and Mane enjoyed their marriage filled with love and passion. But ... By keeping its eyes on Zona and Mane the Bazaar is always ready to make everything in their lives complicated, especially now when Zona is more beautiful and happier than ever and Mane who is enjoying the marriage with his beloved wife.
As in a fairy tale, the protagonists of Come Back Zona are facing a number of obstacles that must be overcome and the antagonists who they must defeat to achieve their emotional and material goals. They occasionally complement and confront each other bringing our main characters in a series of dramatic situations with an uncertain outcome. Our main characters have to make choices and choose between different paths that lead them to their desired goals. Slowly, they evolve and learn to recognize their own priorities. The dramatic development of the story introduces the elements of a comedy in this romantic and melodramatic story of the early 20th century.
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Dan Beiser has betrayed the voters time and time again, backing Mike Madigan for Speaker seven times, and in exchange Madigan's funneled Beiser over $700,000 this cycle alone. Beiser was Madigan's sidekick in supporting Rod Blagojevich's pension scheme that added up to $22 billion in new debt to the pension system. More recently, Beiser backed Madigan's $8 billion unfunded budget that aimed to force a massive tax hike on Illinois families without reforms. Perhaps worst of all, Beiser voted to make sure he gets paid a taxpayer-funded salary even if a budget isn't passed.
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Posted by Lee on December 01, 2004
They were busy trying to dismantle the dead, "velvet coffin" culture he helped build.
= It must be an euphemistic or rather sarcastic expression, but what exactly does 'velvet coffin' mean? Is this an Americanism? What sort of corporate culture is this referring to? A rather bureaucratic, tall and inflexible + non-agile dinosaur-like organisation as in the sense of 'making elephants dance'? Is this expression used only to indicate a corporate culture? Any other possible usage?


text: Copenhagen's foodie scene just got better with the opening of Grod, a hole in the wall porridge bar on Jægersborggade, one of Copenhagen's most enticing streets. Grod not only attracts a local Norrebro breakfast crowd, but serves up risotto in the evenings to its clientele. With delicious local ingredients, a 'hygge' (Danish for 'cosy') atmosphere, an evolving menu, and neighbours like Coffee Collective, this place ticks all the boxes.


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Monthly Archives: May 2012
Health Insurance in Salt Lake City
This review on Health Insurance in the Salt Lake City area will help you decide on a plan that will meet your budget and needs. Health Insurance covers less and less now and your monthly payments seem to cost more and now it will soon be mandatory so you should get into a plan that meets your needs and your budget for Health insurance in your local Salt Lake area. We have done the review and posted the link and site for the company we choose.
Heating and airconditioning in Salt Lake City HVAC
Heating and Air Conditioning in Salt Lake City is a review on companies in the Salt Lake City area and we only picked one company and we will post it on the link. We are constantly doing business reviews for many different types of companies.HVAC companies in SLC, Utah. This web site deals with HVAC Heating and Air Conditioning in Salt Lake City using a local company that is honest and does a great job. They also have several plans to fit your budget in these hard times for your heating and AC needs.
Carpet cleaning near salt lake city area
We reviewed many companies on the Internet and chose this one as the one we would recommend. We welcome different points of view on this blog in the comments. Thank you for taking time to read this blog and I can only hope that someone in the Salt Lake City area can benefit by it. Carpet cleaning in the salt lake city area.
Our first choice is a local company as you can see and it has been in business for many years and their pricing is competitive as well.
Appliance Repair in Salt Lake City
In doing these reviews I have found many companies that appear to be good honest companies although we only picked one per review to focus on. Many times we buy a new washer or dryer and we don't get the warranty thinking that nothing will happen to them only to find out that the unit needs service and that service is not cheap. Appliance repair in Salt Lake City is something that many companies do but few do well.
SEO and my web sites
It seems a bit misleading when you type in your URL and it comes up on the first page yet when you do a ranking it does not even come up. Well I believe my site coming up on the first pages is generated through the geographic information of my computer and the keywords combined. It seems like all my keyword effort has worked because I am getting over 3000 hit a day now but the conversion is still extremely low.
Spending time blogging has helped increase my hits as does adding videos and pictures to different sites. Everyone seems to be selling something that can help you and when you buy one thing they are right there to hook you to buy the next item that you cannot do without or "if you really are serious" then you should buy this.
I have put important keywords in the titles, 1st paragraph, picture titles and last sentence in order to help raise the position and ranking of my sites. On one site my ranking was 1 out of 10 and on most of my sites my ranking was 0. Even the one out of 10 showed no google ranking at all. Within my own community I did show up on the first page although I am sure that is not the case if I were to go out of state and search the same words.
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Interview with wise old Dominican
Yesterday I sat down and spoke with a wise man from the Dominican Republic and he is very ill currently and he firmly believes that God sends us down to earth and our only responsibility is to live and learn. He said some of us have the trial of being ugly, others the trial of being beautiful, fat, skinny, short, tall, rich, poor and so on. He feels that whatever trials we go through help us gain the knowledge and experience that we need in order to be perfected and return to God. Some would argue that Religion is a way to control the masses and keep people content. If they have faith in a better afterlife they will be less likely to complain about what they have now. Thereby keeping the poor from rising up against the rich. Keeping the poor content with their current situation in life. The lack of faith on the part of this second group of people could indicate that they are secular and knowledgeable or it could indicate that they have missed the boat. Would having the attitude of the wise man I interviewed make you a happier person? Would having the attitude of the other group of people make you have a different attitude? Would believing that you could be with your God and your family again after this life give you hope in the future? Would believing that there is nothing after this life affect how you live your life? If you have no thought of consequences after this life then why care about being honest if you can do things without getting caught? When you believe God is watching does that deter you from certain actions if you really believe in him? This question of God arises often today since belief in a God is becoming less and less common. Especially belief in a loving caring God.
Florists in Salt Lake City
Many people when they think of a florist they think of funerals or when you get in trouble with your wife, others that really know the value of a good Florist in Salt Lake City understand that a good florist can arrange flowers just like an artist can create art. Florists in Salt Lake City
Review of Quixtar Amway business
I joined Quixtar years ago when it was a Sister Company to Amway and now Quixtar and Amway are one company. The business opportunity goes like this: Shop online and make money. It sounds simple enough although the challenge is that to make money people should sign up for automatic shopping and you will make commission off of the purchases from the web site when you have more than one leg or line that is buying from the site. I still make some money in Amway and the products are very good and the Vitamins are very high quality and every time I checked had passed the consumer lab tests.
Amway training is very uplifting although many young couples get the idea that if they purchase all the training materials and a book a month they will build a successful business where they can quite their normal jobs. Sometimes this can happen. In our case we had over 130 people under us and at one point we had over 60 come to the big training meeting. The concern is that not everyone is actively involved in getting new people and the prices on the site are not as competitive as they could be because of the commission structure. This is a business decision that has been made and recently there have been some law suits filed against Amway but that is the case with any large company that has money. They never promise you outright that you will get rich but the training does talk about how you can move your business forward and gain wealth. In my opinion the company is not a scam and their products are good products and the training is also very good but many times people will end up buying books and CD training modules when they really don't have the extra money do be doing that. We were showing the business opportunity about 7 times a week for years and that is how we got so many people but those people did not stay solid nor did all of them continue to buy.
My advice if you plan on getting involved in Amway is to stay balanced so you don't neglect your family because this can easily happen when they tell you that if you work hard today you can have more time with your family later and yet the years still pass by and time move on so don't get to over extended with this program that you are missing life and your kids sports games and such. There is quite a bit of negative written about Amway but there is also quite a bit of positive written as well so you can make money and I got to where I was making sometimes over 700 or 800 a month but on the flip side we were going to several meetings a week and one large meeting a month and one two day meeting every 6 months and we spent lots of money on gas to go and show the plan and we were also buying product off the site just like we were supposed to do so just be careful and I would say to investigate the business just like you would before you purchase a stock and talk to some people that have been in and quit and talk to some people that are still in it. Many people quit because they just don't have that type of personality to work with people or they are lazy and others quit for other reasons. Review on Amway as a business.
Acupuncture Clinixoft in USA
Acupuncture in the USA. Clinixoft Corporation Shenzhen from China has an incredible new USB key for $599 that has the combined knowledge of 5,000 years of traditional Chinese medicine and 41 M.D. Specialists. The software program can probability-diagnose nearly 9,000 illnesses from 9.500 symptoms and it suggests over 4,000 medical & traditional chinese Medicine Treatments including acupuncture and acupressure.
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Traditional Chinese Medicine is inexpensive, effective and has no side effects. For example, acupuncture can be effectively used for anesthesia. TCM doctors can effectively use herbal remedies for Multiple Sclorosis (and prednizone may not be needed) The Food and Drug Administration has approved the first TCM compound for extensive Phase III testing and is expected to approve the compound in 2013. We hope that traditional Chinese Medicine can be adopted worldwide so the world can benefit from thousands of years of experience. Acupuncture in the USA.
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Oh hi who's back from the dead
It's neat habit actually, I sorta can see how I've improved since last time I came here. In short, nicles.
Heh like anyone would recognize me at this point, this username is long forgotten even, including the password.
Guess according my old stuff still archived here, takes a guess why I'm even back. But funnily enough, I just doodled Lucy for some reason.


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I am still resting, recovering from my awesomectomy. I still have tons of awesome left, just in case you were worried. Any-who I thought I would share some photos of the boys, that I took on the last day of summer vacation.
They took a little break from their indoor
noise assault Nerf war, to ham it up.
Gavin was in attendance and as you can see he fits right in.
Ami's weapon of choice was that helicopter spinner/bomb.
I hope you all had a fantastic weekend! Monday always comes too fast!


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Cream of the crop/
Cropping a photograph or image is one of the most powerful tools in a designer's skillset. It allows the designer to draw focus to a particular area of the subject in the image, in essence strengthening the communication and creating clarity of meaning for the viewer. The example above from the Guardian shows us Gareth Southgate, without actually showing us Gareth Southgate. But we know who it is, instantly. The designer has recognised the minimum amount of information required from the image for the viewer to process its meaning, and has had the gumption to crop it such a way. It is unusual and unexpected, so therefore visually rewarding.
Further to that very tight crop demonstrated above, a keen eye can enhance balance, contrast, scale, and even the dramatic effect of an image through cropping it in the most effective way.
Cropping can be done on a Mac, but if you have a hard copy of the image it is so much easier (and quicker) to crop it using two pieces of card. This is the best way to learn the art of the crop as it gives you instant feedback in the power of the image as it changes. Make your cropping tool with one sheet of paper.
The further examples below are taken from the Guardian's beautiful World Cup colour chart, which portrays the 2018 World Cup through a rainbow of colour. It is an excellent example of cropping, enjoy.


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Yes. 30 days of confinement is mandatory for the following DUI probation violations:
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Nectarines at the Stockton Market in Stockton, NJ.
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August has kicked off with a bit of peach mania. The New Jersey Peach Promotion Council lists scores of events around the state for peach pie contests, festivals and tastings. There is no mention of the nectarine.
Underneath its fuzzless face lies the same succulent sweetness of a peach. With a seed at its heart that skips to a similar beat. Essentially they are same fruit with a slightly different genetic composition that gives peaches fuzz and leaves nectarines smooth.
RELATED: NJ Peach and nectarine crop late but great
Nectarines can be swapped for peaches in most recipes. Battleview Orchards in Freehold has recipes for a cobbler and a Nectarine Brown Betty which captures the sweet juices mingled with butter in hunks of stale bread. Keep this recipe for Tuesday or Wednesday's dessert option. It is a great way to use what is left from your farmers market haul.
Making a tart is a breeze if you use frozen puff pastry or phyllo dough. Slice the nectarines and tile them on the base. If you are feeling more creative, blogger Diane, A Broad shares her recipe for individual nectarine tarts that resemble a rose. She slices the fruit thin and bends them to form concentric circles in a pre-baked phyllo shell.
If you are crest fallen that National Ice Cream month is over, keep the magic churning with brown sugar nectarine ice cream. Peach ice cream is my friend Keith Jones' favorite. I may bring some of this to the New Brunswick Community Food Alliance meeting next week to see if he can taste the difference.
Nectarines or peaches benefit from a quick turn on the grill. Top them with a dollop of local jam, whipped cream or ricotta cheese for a light dessert. Grill more than you need and use them chilled in a salad.
Robson's Farm in Wrightstown has been farming since 1932. They know a thing or two about how to use nectarines. Their recipe for
is tantalizing. With a jar of those in my fridge, I would be caught red handed raiding them in the middle of the night.
Slip some slices of nectarines into a panini with proscuitto or bacon for a memorable lunch.
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After tons of email (130 at last count) and phone correspondence, I finally had a "date" with a music professor I met online. He was 38 and had the whole Moby thing going on—shaved head, big black glasses, unassuming demeanor. He'f lost his wife to cancer in January after a 10-year illness.
I was very excited to meet him, but the situation was so strange. We weren't really supposed to date due to our circumstances. I mean he was ready to date and had been out with a couple women in the past month, but they weren't right for him. I was way more right for him, but I was also a whore, and that wouldn't work.
His house was charming and had arched doorways and slanty ceilings and was feminine, purple and green, packed with all his wife's collections—little tea pots, picture frames, owls, Betty Boop, Halloween tchotchkes. I was amazed at how many ordinary things were purple—ear swabs, power strips, toilet brush, bubble wrap … He told me she would even PAINT things purple if they didn't come that way. Some corners and shelves seemed like shrines, all these hanging delicate and sparkly decorations, whimsy occupying every square inch.
We spent hours in his dim living room talking about his wife's cancer, how she got into the color purple after she got sick, how he lived in Singapore for three years, the dynamics of his family. He cried when he described his wife's death, and I didn't move to hug him—I didn't want him to think it was an excuse to touch him. I felt very aware of the fact that I was a highly sexualized being and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
He showed me all his instruments except "The One." He doesn't believe in casual sex, can you believe it? He only wants to sleep with someone who is "Wife Potential," and has had very limited sexual experience, has never been able to fully explore sex the way he would like. It felt strange to be with someone who didn't want to fuck me. I told him that and he said sincerely in his deep, sexy voice, "Oh I sure do, it's just that I want more than that. I want to have an amazing sex life and go to music concerts and share everything else, and finally end up in rocking chairs, holding hands …"
Gulp. Kinda appealed to me.
He told me my blog didn't intimidate him. You know, the one that has a slideshow of every pair of panties I own (70 and counting) and entries like:
I've Only Been Fisted Once
My friend, A., did the honors. Fisting is when a hand is inserted in the vagina. You work the hand in gradually, adding fingers one by one, until in goes the thumb and all you see is wrist. Final result is more like a Queen of England hand-wave than a balled-up fist. And having an orgasm that way is INTENSE. I'd love to try it again sometime, and of course I'd be willing to be the giver, too—I have small hands. But dunno if I can try doing it to a guy, as I've only gotten a finger up a guy's ass, so far. I'm such a novice!
The best part: one time I sent my friend A. a new sexy pic of myself, and her reaction? A gloating, 'I had my fist in that.' "
He read the entire thing, and fantasized about showing it to his future partner someday and discussing (and possibly trying out) the different post ideas with her. My blog opened up a whole new world of possibility to him.
After that night, things changed for me.
May 7
A professional client in his fifties hired me to go on a business trip with him. He instructed me to wear something very feminine for the plane ride and to be discreet.
I arrived at the airport wearing a pretty pink top and skirt, and we sat and chatted as we waited to board the plane. He was very excited to have me along. As we stood in line, he whispered pointedly, "Thank you for being discreet."
I said, "Were you expecting me to jump up and down on your head?"
The funny thing is, as soon as we took our seats on the plane and got going, he started putting his hand up my skirt and my hand on his cock. GEEZ! I felt embarrassed for the woman sitting next to us, but figured we weren't as obnoxious as the screaming baby three rows back.
He was like a kid in the candy store. We got to the hotel around 9 p.m. He didn't even take me to dinner; just took me right up to the hotel room so he could have his way with me. He did. We had sex, and he came all over my belly, which with him means belly, tits, neck, hair and ears. He produces huge amounts of semen—WAY more than the allotted teaspoon. (I hear a pig produces a quart of semen per ejaculate...perhaps he's part pig?)
Then I gave him a blowjob. (When he got close to cumming, he begged me to swallow it, but I didn't. I spat it in the sink instead) and he requested that I wake him in the night with one as well. No problem, that's my specialty. So I did, and afterward he murmured, "You are such a sweetheart." Yeah, I know.
He woke up early to leave for his meetings for the day, and I left soon after to hang out with my girlfriend who lives in town. Yay, freedom! Kinda nice to start the day out with hundreds of dollars, then have time to yourself to eat sushi and drink sake and wander the cute shops, then have girl time with your friend where you drink more wine and then tea and swing on the swings at dusk until you feel like throwing up. Better than kinda nice, in fact. It was a great day.


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Ok, First thing I can't understand is that this tune is a remix of "You have to Dance", but is actually a remix of "Little Bug" on their 2nd album???
It also seems popularity of Resident Advisor has hit it's critic department hardest- failing to nail their target demographic. Demonstrated through their review of 2.5/5 and then this tune going on to be the most charted track on the RA network over the next month…It is one thing being a critic and another knowing your audience.
Eitherway I completely agree with the review and think the tongue- in cheek vibe Noze brought to this track may have been lost!
Nôze- You Have To Dance (Mathias Kaden's Beatpolka remix)
Here is a cool interview with those crazzzzy guys
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The purpose of the SSFV project is to address the staggering reality of homelessness among veterans and their families. In the past ten years, Missouri has seen an alarming increase in homelessness among vets, many of whom live in southern Missouri. By providing case management and other supportive services, CCSOMO will promote and support housing stability among very low-income Veteran families who are currently homeless or at imminent risk of homelessness. The project will consist of a combination of services—Rapid Rehousing for the literally homeless and homeless prevention services for those at risk of homelessness. The goal is to provide participants with immediate housing and then to address any issues that might jeopardize housing stability through case management and connecting participants with valuable community resources.
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There are no limits on how much you can drive, what modifications you can make, and there aren't any extra fees for damages. You're also free to resell the vehicle whenever you want.
On the downside, buying a vehicle means that all repairs come out of your pocket once the warranty is up. Buying a vehicle usually requires a larger down payment as well and the monthly payments tend to be higher.


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Quote of the Day - Lack of money is the root of all evil.
Orange County DA Gets Unlimited Settlement, Plus $3.5 MillionHow's this one for a settlement: We agree to pay you as much as you need.
If you're a plaintiff's attorney, you would start pinching yourself thinking that you must be dreaming. But if you're the Orange County District Attorney Tony Rackauckas, you wouldn't be.
You would have just signed that settlement.
But hold on, as with all such things, you'd have to read a bit further.
Assemblyman Todd Spitzer doesn't think the settlement has much value. "This is a completely empty settlement with no teeth in the enforcement of the cleanup," said Spitzer, considered a likely candidate to oppose Rackauckas' 2006 reelection bid. " 'Unlimited' in this case means nothing," as quoted by the LA Times.
The Times went on to point out that the DA believes that "naming a dollar amount could have limited the lawsuit's reach, if the cleanup costs exceeded the total. With a neutral company selected to oversee the pollution probes and cleanup, Orange County is assured a thorough cleanup job," according to Assistant District Attorney Joe D'Agostino.
Before you make up your mind, though, give this settlement provision some thought: $3.5 million of the settlement went directly to the DA's office "to reimburse costs" and "fund future investigations."


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I have a Samsung PLS-m360 phone and I'm wondering if it's possible to directly sync info like pictures and voice recordings from my phone to my computer via a bluetooth adapter? The only way I've been getting pictures to my computer is through sending them in texts to my email. But I'd like to directly sync files without having to pay. Is this possible? Thanks
Yes as long as you have a bluetooth dongle for the PC. I got one via ebay for under $5 delivered
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Assuming you have a micro SD card in it you can remove the card and plug it in a USB card reader. That's not as efficient as a direct bluttooth connection but more so than emailing each individual file.
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I don't have an SD card in my phone. I do have a Zonet Bluetooth USB adapter. I'm not sure how to use it with my phone, though.
If it's possible to set up a bluetooth connection I imagine that would be covered in your phone manual.
It should also be possible (and maybe easier) to connect the phone to the computer with a USB cable.
I had a problem with an LG chocolate phone a while back. I was trying to transfer an mp3 file stored on the phone's internal memory to a computer using a USB cable. It took me awhile to figure out it woultn't transfer files that were stored on its internal memory. It would only transfer files if they were on the SD card. So be forewarned that may be a problem. It's probably best to spend $5 or $10 and get the micro SD card.
When all else fails, read the manual.
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WINNIPEG — It didn't take long for Justin Medlock to realize he wasn't ready for life after football.
After a conversation with Winnipeg Blue Bombers head coach Mike O'Shea and assurances the team wanted him back, Medlock signed a one-year contract that was announced Thursday.
"Just having some time away and kind of talking to some people, and coach O'Shea was one of those people, I kind of figured, hey, you know I'm going to be either all in or I'm not in," Medlock said in a conference call from Florida.
"So after taking some time away, I just figured, man, I want to come back and come back stronger and healthier and ready for a new start."
After the Bombers lost the CFL West Division semifinal 39-32 to the Edmonton Eskimos on Nov. 12, the seven-year international kicker said he'd go home and take some time to decide if he even wanted to continue playing.
He revealed Thursday he's been thinking of getting into the medical sales field and had turned down a job offer during the season.
That possible career move was a topic he discussed with O'Shea, who had worked in medical sales after his CFL career.
"He kind of just gave me a little bit of what his experience was like and what going forward on that aspect," Medlock said.
"He just kind of told me, 'Hey, you know if you love football go out there and give it your best and try to play a little bit longer.' He's like, 'We need you back here. I don't think you should give it up right now.'
"I got to thinking about it and I was like, you know I can work down the road. Right now, I want to play some football and I want to do better."
The 34-year-old placekicker and punter described his second season with the Bombers as "hot and cold."
He admitted he came into the season not as refreshed and healthy as usual, saying the birth of son Braxton last January threw him off his fitness and rest schedule.
He was also "dinged up" in the middle of the season and avoided kicking in practice for a week and a half so he'd be good for games.
He made 56 of 70 field goals (80 per cent), last among eight qualifying kickers. His new career-high punting average of 43.7 yards was tied for eighth with Calgary's Rob Maver, but his net punting average of 35.2 yards was third after Ottawa's Brett Maher (36.2) and Maver's 35.6.
He hit game-winning field goals against Saskatchewan and Montreal and connected on two last-minute field goals in a victory over Ottawa. He missed a potential winning kick versus Toronto, but said the ball had been moved by officials after it was first spotted. That threw off the setup, something he'll learn from.
After missing all three field-goal tries and a convert in a Sept. 30 win over Edmonton, Medlock then tied the club record he already shared with Trevor Kennerd with seven field goals in an Oct. 28 loss to B.C.
In his first season with Winnipeg, the UCLA product was named the CFL's most outstanding special teams player and all-star kicker after hitting a league-record 60 field goals. He also set a new franchise mark with 227 points, tied the Winnipeg record for longest field goal at 58 yards and established a career-high punting average of 42.7 yards.
Overall, Medlock has made 116 of 138 field-goal attempts (84.1 per cent) and is 88-for-89 on converts in two seasons with the Bombers, leading the CFL in scoring both campaigns.
Medlock said he only signed a one-year deal because of the uncertainty of the league's future collective bargaining agreement.
"I want to play as long as I can and go from there," he said.
When asked what he thought of CFL commissioner Randy Ambrosie's comment about possibly starting the season a month earlier, Medlock gave it the thumb's up.
"It'd be nice," he said. "Training camp might be a little bit chillier, but there's nothing like getting some bone bruises on your foot in the cold weather."
Medlock had been one of more than 20 pending Bomber free agents. The club has also given new deals to running back Timothy Flanders, defensive back Derek Jones and offensive linemen Jermarcus Hardrick and Patrick Neufeld.


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Admittedly, I don't get a lot of opportunities to review literature for kids. The occasional YA novel? Sure. Most of what I read for review, however, falls firmly within the "not marketed to kids" category (since "adult" means something else here). This review may expose some of my weaknesses when it comes to this particular field, as N.D. Wilson's Boys of Blur is certainly embedded in a tradition about which I am not as familiar as I should be. Regardless, I will tread honestly here in hopes that I can offer some insight into this particular novel.
Boys of Blur takes place in my state of residence: Florida. Specifically, it is set in the fictional town of Taper (near "Muck City," a.k.a. Belle Glade), deep in the everglades, where nature is often stranger than the people that live there. That's certainly true of this novel. When Charlie and his family visit Taper for a funeral, his stepfather, Mack, is offered the head coaching job at the local high school, which at one time was known for its fair share of decent players. But Taper is a place of worry and concern for Natalie, Charlie's mother, who left Taper after divorcing Charlie's abusive father, Bobby; it also holds worry for Charlie, too: after befriending his cousin, Cotton, Charlie discovers something wicked living and growing in the swamps. Something evil. Something that wants to take Taper for itself. And it might just be up to Charlie to stop it before "it" and Taper's residents tear themselves apart.
That said, there is one main concern I had with Boys of Blur. While the narrative deals explicitly with domestic abuse from the perspective of a child, I think Wilson does so by limiting a deeper discussion of that issue. In particular, the book itself provides little in the way of a resolution for this element, almost as though Charlie should have been too young to understand what has already transpired between his father, Bobby, and his mother, Natalie. But Charlie is twelve and seems to understand what has happened in his family, even if he was too little to understand when his parents had divorced. In the end, no significant conversation is had about Bobby, who is undeniably a violent abuser who has shown no real reform, and his involvement in his son's life, despite the fact that Bobby appears to threaten Natalie in the novel. Charlie does take a stand against Bobby, and the novel try to address the issue, but this is brief and largely forgotten. If Wilson intended the concluding moments to be one of "going to bed with one's enemy to conquer a greater foe," then he needed to do so with a more deft hand; likewise, if he intended these other mentions of Bobby's past and his abusive nature to be either partially redemptive or even an attempt to nuance an abuser, I think he missed the mark entirely. Here, I think the novel does more to reinforce domestic abuse as "not a big deal" than it does to address a child's perspective on such things.[2]
Overall, I quite enjoyed Boys of Blur. Though the novel has a few problems in terms of its representation of controversial subjects, it is an easy and fairly gripping read. From its spine-tingling creepiness to its Beowulf-ian nature, this is a book that young kids will certainly enjoy.
Side note: this is the first Florida-based book I have read that really captured what Florida feels like to someone who hasn't lived there their whole life. A bonus for anyone worried the setting will alienate readers (nope).
[1]: Itself an adaptation of a Michael Crichton book.
[2]: Admittedly, Bobby does come off as creepy as the supernatural creatures Charlie is forced to fight. I'm just not convinced that the novel intended this as a metaphor for the distance between father and son (due to former abuse). Perhaps I'm reading too much into this, though.


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