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Read the opening chapter from Never Mind, the first of Edward St Aubyn's Melrose novels.
At half-past seven in the morning, carrying the laundry she had ironed the night before, Yvette came down the drive on her way to the house. Her sandal made a faint slapping sound as she clenched her toes to prevent it from falling off, and its broken strap made her walk unsteadily over the stony, rutted ground. Over the wall, below the line of cypresses that ran along the edge of the drive, she saw the doctor standing in the garden.
In his blue dressing gown, and already wearing dark glasses although it was still too early for the September sun to have risen above the limestone mountain, he directed a heavy stream of water from the hose he held in his left hand onto the column of ants moving busily through the gravel at his feet. His technique was well established: he would let the survivors struggle over the wet stones, and regain their dignity for a while, before bringing the thundering water down on them again. With his free hand he removed a cigar from his mouth, its smoke drifting up through the brown and grey curls that covered the jutting bones of his forehead. He then narrowed the jet of water with his thumb to batter more effectively an ant on whose death he was wholly bent.
Yvette had only to pass the fig tree and she could slip into the house without Dr Melrose knowing she had arrived. His habit, though, was to call her without looking up from the ground just when she thought she was screened by the tree. Yesterday he had talked to her for long enough to exhaust her arms, but not for so long that she might drop the linen. He gauged such things very precisely. He had started by asking her opinion of the mistral, with exaggerated respect for her native knowledge of Provence. By the time he was kind enough to show an interest in her son's job at the shipyard, the pain had spread to her shoulders and started to make sharp forays into her neck. She had been determined to defy him, even when he asked about her husband's back pains and whether they might prevent him from driving the tractor during the harvest. Today he did not call out with the 'Bonjour, chère Yvette' which inaugurated these solicitous morning chats, and she stooped under the low branches of the fig tree to enter the house.
The chateau, as Yvette called what the Melroses called an old farmhouse, was built on a slope so that the drive was level with the upper floor of the house. A wide flight of steps led down one side of the house to a terrace in front of the drawing room.
Another flight skirted the other side of the house down to a small chapel which was used to hide the dustbins. In winter, water gurgled down the slope through a series of pools, but the gutter which ran beside the fig tree was silent by this time of year, and clogged with squashed and broken figs that stained the ground where they had fallen.
Yvette walked into the high dark room and put down the laundry. She switched on the light and began to divide the towels from the sheets and the sheets from the tablecloths. There were ten tall cupboards piled high with neatly folded linen, none of it now used. Yvette sometimes opened these cupboards to admire this protected collection. Some of the tablecloths had laurel branches and bunches of grapes woven into them in a way that only showed when they were held at certain angles. She would run her finger over the monograms embroidered on the smooth white sheets, and over the coronets encircling the letter 'V' in the corner of the napkins. Her favourite was the unicorn that stood over a ribbon of foreign words on some of the oldest sheets but these too were never used, and Mrs Melrose insisted that Yvette recycle the same poor pile of plain linen from the smaller cupboard by the door.
And yet, to Eleanor, David had seemed so different from the tribe of minor English snobs and distant cousins who hung around, ready for an emergency, or for a weekend, full of memories that were not even their own, memories of the way their grandfathers had lived, which was not in fact how their grandfathers had lived. When she had met David, she thought that he was the first person who really understood her. Now he was the last person she would go to for understanding. It was hard to explain this change and she tried to resist the temptation of thinking that he had been waiting all along for her money to subsidize his fantasies of how he deserved to live. Perhaps, on the contrary, it was her money that had cheapened him. He had stopped his medical practice soon after their marriage. At the beginning, there had been talk of using some of her money to start a home for alcoholics. In a sense they had succeeded.
The thought of running into David struck Eleanor again. She tore herself away from the pine resin on the windscreen, clambered into the car and drove the unwieldy Buick past the steps and along the dusty drive, only stopping when she was halfway down the hill. She was on her way over to Victor Eisen's so she could make an early start for the airport with Anne, but first she had to straighten herself out. Folded in a cushion under the driver's seat was a half-bottle of Bisquit brandy. In her bag she had the yellow pills for keeping her alert and the white ones for taking away the dread and panic that alertness brought with it. With the long drive ahead of her she took four instead of two of the yellow pills and then, worrying that the double dose might make her jumpy, she took two of the white ones, and drank about half the bottle of brandy to help the pills down. At first she shuddered violently, and then before it even reached her bloodstream, she felt the sharp click of alcohol, filling her with gratitude and warmth.
She subsided into the seat on which she had only been perched, recognizing herself in the mirror for the first time that day. She settled into her body, like a sleepwalker who climbs back into bed after a dangerous expedition. Silent through the sealed windows, she saw black and white magpies burst from the vines, and the needles of the pine trees standing out sharply against the pale sky, swept clean by two days of strong wind. She started the engine again and drove off, steering vaguely along the steep and narrow lanes.
David Melrose, tired of drowning ants, abandoned watering the garden. As soon as the sport lost a narrow focus, it filled him with despair. There was always another nest, another terrace of nests. He pronounced ants 'aunts', and it added zest to his murderous pursuits if he bore in mind his mother's seven haughty sisters, high-minded and selfish women to whom he had displayed his talent on the piano when he was a child.
David dropped the hose on the gravel path, thinking how useless to him Eleanor had become. She had been rigid with terror for too long. It was like trying to palpate a patient's swollen liver when one had already proved that it hurt. She could only be persuaded to relax so often.
He remembered an evening twelve years before, when he had asked her to dinner at his flat. How trusting she was in those days! They had already slept together, but Eleanor still treated him shyly. She wore a rather shapeless white dress with large black polka dots. She was twenty-eight but seemed younger because of the simple cut of her lank blonde hair. He found her pretty in a bewildered, washed-out way, but it was her restlessness that aroused him, the quiet exasperation of a woman who longs to throw herself into something significant, but cannot find what it is.
He had cooked a Moroccan dish of pigeon stuffed with almonds. He served it to her on a bed of saffron rice and then drew back the plate. 'Will you do something for me?' he asked.
'Of course,' she said. 'What?'
He put the plate on the floor behind her chair and said, 'Would you eat your food without using a knife and fork, or your hands, just eat it off the plate?'
'Like a dog, you mean?' she asked.
'Like a girl pretending to be a dog.'
'But why?'
'Because I want you to.'
He enjoyed the risk he was taking. She might have said no and left. If she stayed and did what he wanted, he would capture her. The odd thing was that neither of them thought of laughing.
Eleanor Melrose stormed her way up the shallow steps from the kitchen to the drive. Had she walked more slowly, she might have tottered, stopped, and sat down in despair on the low wall that ran along the side of the steps. She felt defiantly sick in a way she dared not challenge with food and had already aggravated with a cigarette. She had brushed her teeth after vomiting but the bilious taste was still in her mouth. She had brushed her teeth before vomiting as well, never able to utterly crush the optimistic streak in her nature. The mornings had grown cooler since the beginning of September and the air already smelt of autumn, but this hardly mattered to Eleanor who was sweating through the thick layers of powder on her forehead. With each step she pushed her hands against her knees to help her forward, staring down through huge dark glasses at the white canvas shoes on her pale feet, her dark pink raw-silk trousers like hot peppers clinging to her legs.
She imagined vodka poured over ice and all the cubes that had been frosted turning clear and collapsing in the glass and the ice cracking, like a spine in the hands of a confident osteopath. All the sticky, awkward cubes of ice floating together, tinkling, their frost thrown off to the side of the glass, and the vodka cold and unctuous in her mouth.
The drive rose sharply to the left of the steps to a circle of flat ground where her maroon Buick was parked under an umbrella pine. It looked preposterous, stretched out on its white-walled tyres against the terraced vines and olive groves behind it, but to Eleanor her car was like a consulate in a strange city, and she moved towards it with the urgency of a robbed tourist.
Globules of translucent resin were stuck to the Buick's bonnet. One splash of resin with a dead pine needle inside it was glued to the base of the windscreen. She tried to pick it off, but only smeared the windscreen more and made the tips of her fingers sticky. She wanted to get into the car very much, but she went on scratching compulsively at the resin, blackening her fingernails. The reason that Eleanor liked her Buick so much was that David never drove it, or even sat in it. She owned the house and the land, she paid for the servants and the drink, but only this car was really in her possession.
When she had first met David twelve years ago, she had been fascinated by his looks. The expression that men feel entitled to wear when they stare out of a cold English drawing room onto their own land had grown stubborn over five centuries and perfected itself in David's face. It was never quite clear to Eleanor why the English thought it was so distinguished to have done nothing for a long time in the same place, but David left her in no doubt that they did. He was also descended from Charles II through a prostitute. 'I'd keep quiet about that, if I were you,' she had joked when he first told her. Instead of smiling, he had turned his profile towards her in a way she had grown to loathe, thrusting out his underlip and looking as if he were exercising great tolerance by not saying something crushing.
There had been a time when she admired the way that David became a doctor. When he had told his father of his intention, General Melrose had immediately cut off his annuity, preferring to use the money to rear pheasants. Shooting men and animals were the occupations of a gentleman, tending their wounds the business of middle-class quacks. That was the General's view, and he was able to enjoy more shooting as a consequence of holding it. General Melrose did not find it difficult to treat his son coldly. The first time he had taken an interest in him was when David left Eton, and his father asked him what he wanted to do. David stammered, 'I'm afraid I don't know, sir,' not daring to admit that he wanted to compose music. It had not escaped the General's attention that his son fooled about on the piano, and he rightly judged that a career in the army would put a curb on this effeminate impulse. 'Better join the army,' he said, offering his son a cigar with awkward camaraderie
A submission, even an absurd one, was a real temptation to Eleanor. She would be sacrificing things she did not want to believe in – table manners, dignity, pride – for something she did want to believe in: the spirit of sacrifice. The emptiness of the gesture, the fact that it did not help anybody, made it seem more pure at the time. She knelt down on all fours on the threadbare Persian rug, her hands flattened either side of the plate. Her elbows jutted out as she lowered herself and picked up a piece of pigeon between her teeth. She felt the strain at the base of her spine.
She sat back, her hands resting on her knees, and chewed quietly. The pigeon tasted strange. She looked up a little and saw David's shoes, one pointing towards her along the floor, the other dangling close to her in the air. She looked no higher than the knees of his crossed legs, but bowed down again, eating more eagerly this time, rooting about in the mound of rice to catch an almond with her lips and shaking her head gently to loosen some pigeon from the bone. When she looked up at him at last, one of her cheeks was glazed with gravy and some grains of the yellow rice were stuck to her mouth and nose. All the bewilderment was gone from her face.
For a few moments David had adored her for doing what he had asked. He extended his foot and ran the edge of his shoe gently along her cheek. He was completely captivated by the trust she showed him, but he did not know what to do with it, since it had already achieved its purpose, which was to demonstrate that he could elicit her submission.
The next day he told Nicholas Pratt what had happened. It was one of those days when he made his secretary say that he was busy, and sat drinking in his club, beyond the reach of fevered children and women who pretended their hangovers were migraines. He liked to drink under the blue and gold ceiling of the morning room, where there was always a ripple left by the passage of important men. Dull, dissolute, and obscure members felt buoyed up by this atmosphere of power, as little dinghies bob up and down on their moorings when a big yacht sails out of the harbour they have shared.
'Why did you make her do it?' asked Nicholas, hovering between mischief and aversion.
'Her conversation is so limited, don't you find?' said David.
Nicholas did not respond. He felt that he was being forced to conspire, just as Eleanor had been forced to eat.
'Did she make better conversation from the floor?' he asked.
'I'm not a magician,' said David, 'I couldn't make her amusing, but I did at least keep her quiet. I was dreading having another talk about the agonies of being rich. I know so little about them, and she knows so little about anything else.'
Nicholas chuckled and David showed his teeth. Whatever one felt about David wasting his talents, thought Nicholas, he had never been any good at smiling.
David walked up the right side of the double staircase that led from the garden to the terrace. Although he was now sixty, his hair was still thick and a little wild. His face was astonishingly handsome. Its faultlessness was its only flaw; it was the blueprint of a face and had an uninhabited feeling to it, as if no trace of how its owner had lived could modify the perfection of the lines. People who knew David well watched for signs of decay, but his mask grew more noble each year. Behind his dark glasses, however rigidly he held his neck, his eyes flickered unobserved, assessing the weaknesses in people. Diagnosis had been his most intoxicating skill as a doctor and after exhibiting it he had often lost interest in his patients, unless something about their suffering intrigued him. Without his dark glasses, he wore an inattentive expression, until he spotted another person's vulnerability. Then the look in his eyes hardened like a flexed muscle.
He paused at the top of the stairs. His cigar had gone out and he flung it over the wall into the vines below. Opposite him, the ivy that covered the south side of the house was already streaked with red. He admired the colour. It was a gesture of defiance towards decay, like a man spitting in the face of his torturer. He had seen Eleanor hurrying away early in her ridiculous car. He had even seen Yvette trying to steal into the house without drawing attention to herself. Who could blame them?
He knew that his unkindness to Eleanor was effective only if he alternated it with displays of concern and elaborate apologies for his destructive nature, but he had abandoned these variations because his disappointment in her was boundless. He knew that she could not help him unravel the knot of inarticulacy that he carried inside him. Instead, he could feel it tightening, like a promise of suffocation that shadowed every breath he took.
It was absurd; but all summer long he had been obsessed by the memory of a mute cripple he had seen in Athens airport. This man, trying to sell tiny bags of pistachio nuts by tossing printed advertisements into the laps of waiting passengers, had heaved himself forward, stamping the ground with uncontrollable feet, his head lolling and his eyes rolling upwards. Each time David had looked at the man's mouth twisting silently, like a gasping fish on a river bank, he had felt a kind of vertigo.
David listened to the swishing sound his yellow slippers made as he walked up the last flight of steps to the door that led from the terrace into the drawing room. Yvette had not yet opened the curtains, which saved him the trouble of closing them again. He liked the drawing room to look dim and valuable. A dark red and heavily gilded chair that Eleanor's American grandmother had prised from an old Venetian family on one of her acquisitive sweeps through Europe gleamed against the opposite wall of the room. He enjoyed the scandal connected with its acquisition and, knowing that it ought to be carefully preserved in a museum, he made a point of sitting on it as often as possible. Sometimes, when he was alone, he sat in the Doge's chair, as it was always called, leaning forward on the edge of the seat, his right hand clasping one of the intricately carved arms, striking a pose he remembered from the Illustrated History of England he had been given at prep school. The picture portrayed Henry V's superb anger when he was sent a present of tennis balls by the insolent King of France.
David was surrounded by the spoils of Eleanor's matriarchal American family. Drawings by Guardi and Tiepolo, Piazetta and Novelli hung thickly over the walls. An eighteenth-century French screen, crowded with greyish-brown monkeys and pink roses, divided the long room in half. Partially hidden behind it, from where David stood, was a black Chinese cabinet, its top crowded with neat rows of bottles, and its inner shelves filled with their reinforcements. As he poured himself a drink, David thought about his dead father-in-law, Dudley Craig, a charming, drunken Scotsman who had been dismissed by Eleanor's mother, Mary, when he became too expensive to keep.
After Dudley Craig, Mary had married Jean de Valençay, feeling that if she was going to keep a man, he might as well be a duke. Eleanor had been brought up in a string of houses where every object seemed to have been owned by a king or an emperor. The houses were wonderful, but guests left them with relief, conscious that they were not quite good enough, in the duchess's eyes, for the chairs on which they had sat.
David walked towards the tall window at the end of the room. The only one with its curtain open, it gave a view onto the mountain opposite. He often stared at the bare outcrops of lacerated limestone. They looked to him like models of human brains dumped on the dark green mountainside, or at other times, like a single brain, bursting from dozens of incisions. He sat on the sofa beside the window and looked out, trying to work up a primitive sense of awe.


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Too often we consider the concepts of this class within the scope of the United States only, but how is something like citizen journalism perceived and practiced beyond our borders?
Here's a take from Al Jazeera English. While the piece discusses some U.S. elements—such as the Mayhill Fowler incident you read about in my book chapter on the future of citizen journalism—it has more of a global feel to it.
There are two parts to the program; both are below:

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This video will show you how to change the oil on a Troy-Bilt riding mower using the drain plug method or the Arnold Siphon Pump. Depending on your model, the instructions in this video may vary slightly. Always be sure to check your operator's manual for detailed instructions.
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Place the mower on a flat, level surface.
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by Rachel's Buse, now showing at Thee
Where can a person find affordable art in
Des Moines that is also worth collecting? That's
probably the toughest question I've been asked
on this beat. In popular lore, art festivals
are such places. In reality, prices at much-hyped
festivals have crept up faster than algae in
a heat wave. I prefer the odds at young blooded
galleries and in organizational shows.
Ian Miller's Thee Eye Gallery has a knack for
finding affordable quality. Currently it's hosting
a show by Rachel Buse, a Nebraskan who moved
to Des Moines four years ago after meeting a
musician on the Internet. (They are still together.)
She's a farsighted sculptor, broadening her
horizons at all compass points. She's joined
Des Moines Social Club, Art Noir and Des Moines
Art Center's (DMAC) docent program. She teaches
for ASAP, an inner city arts workshop for elementary
school kids. She founded Art Beacon, a comprehensive
website for local art criticism.
Buse builds large paper and fabric structures
that exaggerate "fantasy environments." Her
subjects range from rotary phones to lovable
freaks. Thee Eye's opening was a grand affair.
The artist completed "Inverted Mountain," a
two-story installation she'd been laboring on
all week. The place was packed with enthusiasts
and buyers. Buse's sculptures are all priced
at $200 or $500 and have been selling quickly.
"Some think I undervalue my work, but I believe
$200 and $500 is an investment. It's enough
for me to make more art, too. These are my babies,
and they take up a lot of space. I like knowing
they're going to loving homes. I view it as
a partnership," she explained.
"Inverted Mountain" plays through Aug. 25. In
September, Buse will ride a mobile sculpture
through Art Stop and Project Spaces' three different
weekends, and art districts. She'll also parade
sculptures through Evelyn Davis Park with ASAP,
and work on DMAC's "Living Pollock's Life" project.
Iowa Watercolor Society's 35th Annual Exhibition
fills every gallery, hallway, nook and cranny
at the Ankeny Art Center. Watercolors even hang
in the bathrooms. I counted 65 paintings by
47 artists at prices ranging from $100 to $3,000.
Artists included revered masters such as Richard
Leet, successful full-time artists like Mary
Beth Heikes, art fair veterans like Jan Vander
Linden, and hobbyists. No beginners, though;
every artist has been accepted to at least three
previous shows.
Some stood out. Jac Tilton showed pieces that
stylized a superb photographer's chronicles
of crumbling rural landscapes. Linda Fries demonstrated
an Asian aesthetic regarding nature and transience.
Susan Baer showed that watercolor could be controlled
to create intricate patterns, a task usually
left to software these days. Marvella Blome
expressed intricate detail. Leet, as always,
dazzled with his minimalist expression. This
plays through Sept. 27.
"Global Views: The Art of New Iowans" opens
Aug. 27 at Heritage Gallery and runs through
Oct. 4. Curator Mary Brubaker says the show
is a 21st century equivalence of older traditions.
"Ever since Gov. Robert Ray welcomed 'the boat
people' fleeing war during the 1970s, immigrants
and other foreign-born people have brought their
artistic talents to Iowa as our ancestors did
with Norwegian rosemailing, Czech painted wooden
eggs, Amish quilts and Mexican pottery," she
Language barriers created serious challenges.
"They come from all walks of life. Amer al Obadai
from Iraq was a well-known professional. Peter
Coyle was a school administrator in England.
Others worked in menial and exhausting jobs.
Some married into western families. Some were
adopted. It was hard to convince some that their
art is worthy of an exhibition," Brubaker said,
adding that the show demonstrates mutual benefits
for the artists and Iowa.
"Art is an international language and Iowa has
become more multilingual because of these families,"
she said.
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The 2009 Recommendations
In 2009, the Institute of Medicine (IOM) updated its recommendations on weight gain during pregnancy. These recommendations for total and rate of weight gain are based on WHO body mass index (BMI) categories. 1 The recommendations are that underweight women, those with a BMI, <18.5 gain 28-40 pounds at an average rate of 1 lb/week during the second and third trimesters, those at a healthy weight (BMI 18.5-24.9) gain 25-35 pounds at the same rate of 1 lb/week, overweight women (BMI 25-29.9) add 15-25 pounds at a little more than half a pound each week, and obese women (BMI ≥ 20) gain 11-20 pounds, at a half a pound weekly during the second and third trimesters.
Why Excess Weight Gain is Discouraged
IOM workshops have assessed the effects of pregnancy weight gain on both the mother's and child's health. In addition to concerns about excessive weight gain on maternal health, evidence is showing that prenatal weight gain can also have long-term effects on the child's welfare.
For example, a study published in the American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynecology found that greater weight gain during pregnancy resulted in children who weighed more and had more body fat and a higher systolic blood pressure at the age of 3. 2 Further, a study published in the American Journal of Perinatology found that being obese at the start of a pregnancy and a weight gain of more than 35 pounds was linked with a greater risk for four poor postnatal outcomes. The author of this study concluded that their results strongly support that women should strive to achieve a healthy weight prior to conception and then avoid excess gain during pregnancy. Doing so, they say, will lead to a better birth experience in obese and overweight women. 3
Excess pregnancy weight also can be hard to get rid of. In a group of Swedish mothers followed for 15 years, the women who gained more than the recommended amount of weight or did not return to their pre-pregnancy weight were more likely to have continued weight gain with subsequent pregnancies. 4 They also were heavier 15 years later than their peers who gained the recommended amount or less. 5 It was also found that new behaviors that began during pregnancy—specifically eating more calories, having three or more snacks a day, skipping lunch and doing less exercise—were continued after giving birth.
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1 Institute of Medicine. Weight Gain During Pregnancy: Reexamining the Guidelines. Washington, D.C.: National Academies Press, 2009.
2 Oken E, Taveras EMKleinman KP, Rich-Edwards JW, Gillman MW . Gestational weight gain and child adiposity at age 3 years. Am J Obstet Gynecol. 2007 Apr;196(4):322 e1-8.
2 Stotland NE, Haas JS, Brawarsky P, Jackson RA, Fuentes-Afflick E, Escobar GJ. Body mass index, provider advice, and target gestational weight gain. Obstet Gynecol. 2005 Mar;105(3):633-8.
3 Jain NJ, Denk CE, Kruse LK, Dandolu V. Maternal obesity: can pregnancy weight gain modify risk of selected adverse pregnancy outcomes? Am J Perinatol. 2007 May;24(5):291-8.
4 Linné Y, Rössner S. Interrelationships between weight development and weight retention in subsequent pregnancies: the SPAWN study. Acta Obstet Gynecol Scand. 2003 Apr;82(4):318-25.
5 Amorim AR, Rössner S, Neovius M, Lourenço PM, Linné Y.Obesity (Silver Spring). Does excess pregnancy weight gain constitute a major risk for increasing long-term BMI? 2007 May;15(5):1278-86.


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Dare to take on Atlantic waters as you stroke the waves of the Canary Islands – a natural environment packed with life and contrasts. This archipelago has year-round warmth and wind guaranteed, making it not only one of the world's prime tourist destinations but also one of the best windsurfing locations in Europe.
In the Canaries, restless spirits and adventurers can enjoy the ocean waves and savour the challenge of harnessing the wind. These stunning islands have some of the best conditions in the world when it comes to riding the sea on a windsurfer. The secret? The brisk, humid north-north-easterly trade winds that stir up the waters and ensure fun for windsurfers, especially in the summer months.
The Canaries' coast brings together experienced windsurfers looking to improve their style and beginners just starting out in the sport. Windsurfers of all levels congregate on the northeastern shore of Gran Canaria. Those with more experience tend to be found at Pozo Izquierdo and Playa Vargas beaches, while beginners usually opt for the south of the island.
In Fuerteventura, the north of the island provides an ideal combination of wind and waves for the experts, while the south is more suited to first-timers in the sport. Tazacorte, in La Palma, is another perfect spot for those looking to try windsurfing for the first time. If you have an intermediate level upwards, there are constant winds to be had at Playa de El Médano in Tenerife and Playa de las Cucharas on the island of Lanzarote – a fun ride where you can perfect your windsurfing style.
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by Gary Torres
I wake up, roll over and look out the window. Based on the white covering of snow, I am trying to remember if I bought all the Christmas presents I needed.
But I can't sort out in my brain why it is the first day of summer vacation, the kids are out of school, my too kind and loving wife is sleeping in late and there is SNOW everywhere. Something doesn't seem right.
I vaguely remember seeing Julie Bronson putting blankets over all her plants, but that seems like ages ago and just a bad dream.
Besides, why would anyone put blankets on their plants? Maybe that is how she keeps all the dang deer from eating them to stubs!
I drive by Julie's yard often and I am always envious because her yard looks like someone that has a green thumb lives there. Mine looks like a gravel pit.
Maybe she keeps the dead bighorn sheep on the wall as a warning to any deer that might like to nibble at her tulips.
Although, to be honest, we can't blame our dismal yard on the deer. My too kind and loving wife and I can't keep a silk plant green.
We can kill any plant, have killed many plants, and will yet kill many more plants. I once brought home a rubber palm tree and it was wilted in the morning.
I prop my head on the pillow as my senses become more alert, I stare out in disbelief, a three day weekend and the golf course is covered in snow and school is out.
I make a mental note to write a letter to the School District and ask them why we are out of school so early. Surely they know that May is too early to be out of school and besides, August is too hot to be in those stuffy classrooms.
I am still sleepy, but deep in my cerebral network random electrical impulses are sparking, causing me to twitch as I look out at the snow.
Who is in charge of the weather? Is that the City Council… wasn't it them that invented the logo "Cool Climate, Warm Welcome"?
Right now, I would rather have a Warm Climate and Cool Welcome and keep the Hideout hidden.
Oh well, I guess they are too busy talking about giving away the golf course? Don't they remember what happened when we sold the ski lift?
Ten years of drought, the ski lift has never been open since, and not a single local has swooshed down the North Slope since.
Great, pretty soon we will have some rich guy as a neighbor with an eight acre lawn that he will want to water; but not let us play on.
I remember back in December someone at church telling us to fast and pray for snow. So, when is it okay to stop praying for snow?
And I don't want to be a whiner, because I know the farmers always like the moisture, but can we be more specific in our prayers and just ask for rain, preferably during the week days and leave the weekends to be sunny and warm?
I am fully awake now and have my nose and belly button pressed up against the window looking out at the snow. Yup, it is snow alright.
I thought it might be the spicy salsa from last night causing me to hallucinate, but alas it is snow and I decide that I don't want to be around when my too kind and loving wife wakes up and sees that her first day of summer vacation will require her to scrape her windows.
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It's hard to imagine now: barely having a clue who the Beatles were, or the man who would become Muhammad Ali.
But that's how things were when Robert Lipsyte found himself face-to-face with these future legends more than 50 years ago, through a chance of publicity matchmaking.
The New York Times had plucked Lipsyte from the feature department to go to Miami Beach and cover the heavyweight boxing title fight between champ Sonny Liston and the upstart Cassius Clay, who would later change his name to Ali. He barely knew who Clay was, and even less about the mop-haired singers who happened to show up during his visit.
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"I wasn't a teenage girl," Lipsyte said. "I really didn't know who the Beatles were or what they would become."
A few days earlier they had appeared for the first time on television's popular Ed Sullivan Show. Now they were being led up a stairway in the gym where Clay trained, with an unwitting Lipsyte swept along.
"They're little guys with lots of hair and all wearing white terrycloth cabana jackets," Lipsyte said. "They were yelling and cursing because they had just been told Clay wasn't there yet, and they wanted to leave. But these big security types just kind of herded them up the stairs."
Lipsyte found himself in a dressing room with the Beatles, who weren't at all happy. They had gone earlier to Liston's training, but Liston took one look at them and refused to pose for pictures.
Lipsyte introduced himself and asked for their prediction, which was for a first-round Liston knockout. Then they all waited for 10 or 15 minutes, with the Beatles complaining the whole time, for Clay to arrive.
"But suddenly the door burst open and there he is. He's the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen. He kind of glows and he's laughing, and he says, 'Come on, Beatles, let's go make some money.'"
Make some money they did. In photos that would become legendary, Clay is shown knocking the Beatles down like dominoes, and standing over them sprawled out in the ring.
It was as if they had all rehearsed it beforehand, Lipsyte said.
"There was a lot of laughter, and then they're gone, off to their limo," he said. "Cassius then started training in front of people who paid 50 cents to get in."
After the workout, Clay went back to the dressing room for a rubdown, and Lipsyte crowded in with him. Clay recognized him as being in the room earlier, and beckoned him over with a question.
"Who were those little sissies?" he asked.
Clay, of course, would beat Liston and go on to even greater things as Muhammad Ali. Lipsyte would become a columnist for the Times and cover him for years.
And the Beatles? They ended up doing OK, too.
Paul McCartney published a heartful letter to Ali on his website, writing: "He was great from the first day we met him in Miami, and on the numerous occasions when I ran into him over the years. Besides being the greatest boxer, he was a beautiful, gentle man with a great sense of humour who would often pull a pack of cards out of his pocket, no matter how posh the occasion, and do a card trick for you. The world has lost a truly great man. Love Paul."


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Swimmer Diana Nyad said she will meet with the swimming community Tuesday in response to criticism and doubts of her swim from Cuba to Florida, her team said Monday.
Nyad is expected to answer questions and address the community of marathon swimmers that have been discussing on social media whether she got help from the boat that accompanied her, either by getting in it or holding onto it.
"Diana is proud of what she and her team accomplished last week, and she is committed to complete transparency," said Alexandra Crotin, one of Nyad's spokeswomen.
According to Nyad's team, she finished the swim Sept. 2 after roughly 53 hours in the water, becoming the first to do so without a shark cage. It was her fifth try over the course of more than 30 years.
Nyad's progress was tracked online via GPS by her team, data that is now fueling speculation that Nyad stopped swimming or received assistance for hours at a time in the middle of the Florida Straits.
Many wonder about a roughly seven-hour stretch when Nyad apparently didn't stop to eat or drink, recalling her 2012 attempt when she got onto the boat for hours during rough weather. Nyad eventually got back into the water to try finishing, but her team was criticized for delaying the release of that information to the public.
"To this end, she will be meeting with her peers in the swimming community on Tuesday to answer all their questions directly," Crotin said.
Some swimmers analyzing the available data say Nyad, who has said she tends to swim at a speed of roughly 1.5 mph, appeared to maintain sprinter's pace or faster for a considerable amount of time.
Navigator John Bartlett said the increased speed was due to the Gulf Stream working in her favor, nothing more.
"At some points we were doing almost 4 miles an hour,'' Bartlett said. ``That's just the way it works. If the current is in your favor at all, that explains it.''
Some of Nyad's critics also question whether she violated the traditions of her sport. Many follow strict guidelines known as the English Channel rules, by using a specialized mask and bodysuit to protect herself from jellyfish.
Nyad never said she would follow English Channel rules, and she wore a full, non-neoprene bodysuit, gloves, booties and a silicone mask at night, when jellyfish are a particular problem, and removed the suit once she got over the reef on her approach to Key West.
The data collected by Bartlett and two observers will be submitted to three open-water swimming associations and the Guinness World Records for verification, Bartlett said.
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ItŌĆÖs not just about the race track in Singapore
The Singapore Grand Prix is not just an amazing sporting spectacle which takes place in a unique setting, it is also an opportunity to promote Formula 1 in one of the most economically and commercially dynamic parts of the world. ThatŌĆÖs why in recent days, Shell, one of Scuderia FerrariŌĆÖs main partners, has organised two important promotional events, one in Manila and the other actually in Singapore itself.
Felipe Massa was the first Ferrari driver to officially represent the team in a public event in the Philippines. Felipe was the star of a meeting with the public and media at the SM Mall of Asia, the biggest shopping centre in the country and the third in the world in terms of its total surface area. During the event, the Brazilian also met the three winners of a competition organised by Shell in collaboration with the biggest radio station in Manila.
Again in Singapore, Massa took part in an event organised by the Maranello teamŌĆÖs fuel and lubricants supplier. At the Shell Atrium, Felipe, helped by Australian chef, Ryan Clift, a master of molecular gastronomy at the Tippling Club, one of the most sought after restaurants in Singapore, tried to work out the best recipe for success, making the most of his experience as a driver, using ingredients supplied by the Shell engineers. He produced a dish inspired by a passion for energy and performance which guides the partnership between the Scuderia and Shell. As for the taste, one would have to ask the general public who tried it at the end of the event!
The presence of the Scuderia was also an opportunity to celebrate in style the opening of the Prancing HorseŌĆÖs new showroom in Singapore, designed by the importer, Ital Auto, according to the new corporate identity guidelines set out by the Prancing Horse. On Wednesday afternoon Fernando Alonso and Felipe Massa performed the ribbon cutting ceremony at the showroom, along with Commercial Director Enrico Galliera, the Brand Director Andrea Perroni, the Director of the Far East hub, Giuseppe Cattaneo and the CEO of Ital Auto, Teo Hock Seng.
The showroom features a couple of gems, in the shape of the Atelier where customers can create and see their dream Ferrari on a sophisticated configurator, choosing materials and colours just as can be done in the factory in Maranello, and then thereŌĆÖs the area dedicated to Pr1ma, where for the first time outside Italy, itŌĆÖs possible to buy items from the collection which captures the quintessence of the spirit of the Prancing Horse.


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Finished the season 11-6 overall, including 3-0 in the No. 1 and No. 3 positions ... Went 3-2 in Ivy League matches ... Defeated Kevin Chen (Williams), 3-1, to open the season ... Downed Christopher Jung (Dartmouth), 3-0, and Parker Hurst (Middlebury), 3-1, in the No. 3 spot Nov. 30 ... Cruised past Karm Kumar of No. 5 Rochester, 3-1 (11-5,13-11,7-11,11-4), in the CSA team quarterfinals in the No. 6 position ... Participated in the Malloy Cup bracket at the CSA Individual Championships.
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Finished the season with a 13-6 overall record and a 5-1 mark at the No. 4 spot ... Defeated Eamon O'Connor 11-2, 11-3, 11-5 in the season opener against Brown … Swept Alexander Greaves-Tunnell of Williams (Nov. 21) … Downed Brian O'Toole of Dartmouth in three sets … Won a five-set match against Arjun Gupta of Cornell ... Grabbed three victories after the New Year over opponents from Western Ontario, St. Lawrence and Hamilton, including two sweeps ... Helped Harvard capture fifth at the 2011 CSA National Team Championship ... Went 3-1 at the 2011 Individual National Championship, reaching the semifinals of the Molloy division.
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Cargill Recalls 36M Pounds of Turkey in Salmonella Outbreak
Both fresh and frozen ground turkey are being recalled by the meat giant
Following a feverish hunt for the cause of 77 salmonella illnesses nationwide, 36 million pounds of turkey have been recalled by meat giant Cargill.
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, along with the U.S. Department of Agriculture, said Wednesday that Cargill is recalling both fresh and frozen ground turkey.
The meat was produced at the company's Springdale, Ark., plant from Feb. 20 to Aug. 2.
Research done by the Center and the U.S. Department of Agriculture's Food and Safety Inspection Service looked at cultures in ground turkey from four different retail locations between March 7 and June 27, finding the infectious bacteria in all of them.
Researchers used DNA "fingerprints" of the bacteria obtained from diagnostic testing to identify the illnesses in those infected. Salmonella Heidelberg is resistant to many antibiotics, causing increases in hospitalization of infected individuals.
The infection has infected people in Alabama, Arizona, California, Georgia, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Mississippi, North Carolina, Nebraska, Nevada, Oklahoma, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas and Wisconsin.


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Teen to be tried as adult over school bomb
Teen to be tried as adult over school bomb
BOULDER — A 16-year-old boy accused of bringing an explosive device to his Lafayette high school was charged Friday with first-degree attempted murder and will be prosecuted as an adult.
Andrew de Bartolome also is charged with use of explosives, possession of an explosive or incendiary device and menacing, all felonies, the Boulder Daily Camera reported. He is being held on $100,000 bail.
Prosecutor Peggy Jessel said the teen had a long-term interest in explosives, and "there were steps being taken for a larger plan."
De Bartolome is accused of bringing the device to Centaurus High School in Lafayette on May 13, forcing the evacuation of the school and a nearby road for several hours. A teacher found the explosive in a paper bag and took it outside.
Authorities, who described the device as similar to a pipe bomb, detonated the package at a nearby dirt construction lot. Police Cmdr. Gene McCausey said the device had a 9-volt battery and could have hurt people nearby had it exploded in the school.
Jim Kennedy, de Bartolome's attorney, has filed a motion to have the case sent to juvenile court.
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Settlements 11/30
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Corn, soybeans and wheat all closed higher. Wheat was the clear leader today as it held on to double-digit gains for most of the day. Today was the last trading day of the month and this attracted some additional fund buying. The markets should continue to be choppy as we head through the Holiday season. Reallocation of money from one commodity to the next combined with thin holiday markets should continue to cause sharp prices swings.
Soybeans closed around 8-cents higher. End of the month positioning caused soybeans to trade on both sides of unchanged. The EU approved the 3rd GMO corn variety under question for import. This was as expected, and with South American soybeans now at a discount to U.S., this should have little impact on U.S. exports to Europe at current prices. The biggest factor for the soybean market remains the outside markets. Investment money continues to enter all commodities including soybeans. Fundamentally, soybean prices look to be overvalued. Good South American weather and more available U.S. acres this spring should help global stock rise sharply in the coming 9 months. Imported soybeans into China are around the same price as their domestic soybeans. This could also start to limit Chinese imports in the coming months. However, the trend is up right now. Most bears are tired of "fighting" this market and until the market turns down and the investment buying slows down, few speculators will be willing to sell the market. I still believe this current soybean rally is giving the American producer a great selling opportunity. We are currently 30% sold for the 2010 crop and our next 10% goal is at $10.59 November futures (7-cents away). I certainly don't know when this buying will stop, but we will continue to use this buying to our advantage.
Corn closed around 5-cents higher. Uncertainty over the final U.S. crop size, good ethanol margins, and strong investment buying continue to keep corn prices supported. Poor export demand, dwindling feeding margins and more available acres in the spring are weighing on prices. The EPA is also set to announce whether or not they will increase blending rates for U.S. ethanol. We should hear something this week. Most feel the EPA will not increase the blend rate right to 15% at this time. Some feel that they will increase the rate to 12% and some feel they will simply push back their decision. As ethanol is the strongest demand component for corn at this time, the EPA decision could be crucial to corn prices at these levels. Again, I do not know when this buying will stop, but with current fundamentals $4.50 corn looks like a good sale.
Wheat closed sharply higher. The rally in wheat prices looks 100% like investment buying. Export demand has really slowed after the current rally. Global prices remain sharply discounted to U.S. prices and this should eventually weigh on prices. Without the CFTC strictly enforcing changes on the wheat contract, investment buying is willing to continue their purchases of SRW wheat. Although SRW wheat could prove to be interesting next year due to the sharp draw down in acres, this could be more of a cash game than a futures one. SRW futures are now at a premium to the other classes as a reflection in the loss of SRW acres. The problem is that the other classes of wheat can be delivered against the SRW contract for a PREMIUM. So, even if there is an eventual "shortage" of SRW next year, this will likely result in a very strong basis rather than a sharp premium of SRW futures over the other classes. Unlike the last few years, producers could be better off hedging in the futures and holding on to SRW cash. Please call if you have any questions.


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A young blue heeler mix is getting a second chance at life after he was euthanized -- but survived.
Just days ago, Valor was a desperate dog who caught the attention of last chance animal rescue group, Cuz I Matter.
"We started hearing about Valor on a social network. We hear about a lot of our dogs that way," explains foster coordinator Lorrie Anding.
In two years, Cuz I Matter Animal Rescue has saved 411 animals and adopted 308 of them -- but Valor's story stood out.
"He was euthanized. Apparently either the dose wasn't right or something was botched and he woke up. He had been discarded with the other animals," Anding explains.
She says Valor was found roaming the streets -- mostly blind as a result of the failed attempt to end his life but that didn't stop Kathryn Lippert and her family from opening up their hearts and their home.
"Even getting him over here was a horrific experience for him. He didn't want to be touched. He hated the collar and his leash. I couldn't feed him by hand. He wasn't taking treats," Lippert explains.
After two days of head scratches and turkey cold cuts, things are turning around.
"His tail is wagging when he hears his name now, and it's just really wonderful to see that," says Lippert.
Valor's road to recovery will be a long one.
"He's a really strong dog and that's why I chose the name Valor," explains Lippert. He'll soon start heartworm treatment while waiting for a family of his own.
"He really needs a home that's positive, and I think that if they have other dogs that he can get along with and they are patient with him I think he's going to be a great family dog. He wants to be a part of a family," she says.
Valor -- the dog who got a second chance and is willing to give people another chance, too.
For more information about Valor and other dogs available for adoption through Cuz I Matter Animal Rescue, click here. The organization is also seeking donations and fosters. You can also follow the rescue on Facebook.


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Item Description
George Washington Brown to Friends
Author: Brown, George W (George Washington), 1820-1915
Date: ca. August 1856
Unsigned letter, probably written by George Washington Brown while he was being held prisoner at a camp near Lecompton on treason charges, offering military advice to free state leaders and commenting on events in the Lecompton area.
Location of Original: KSHS Call Number: William Hutchinson Collection, # 400, Box 1, Folder 2
Item Number: 100177 Number of images: 3
Keywords: Brown, George W. (George Washington), 1820-1915; Free state activities; Free state perspective; Hutchinson, William, 1823-1904; Lecompton, Kansas Territory; Military
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Pharmaguys necesitaba un nuevo diseño de página web codificada y lanzó un concurso de diseño en 99designs.
Un ganador ha sido elegido entre 27 diseños de 6 diseñadores freelance.
Our website's goal is to present a software tool designed to help pharmacists manage the health of their patients. PLEASE see http://www.sui-vie.com/sitepoint.pdf to see what information we would like conveyed. Our current site needs to be changed as it focusses too much on giving patients access to their pharmacist's file instead of selling our software application to pharmacists.
As well as changing the orientation of our site we want to make it more PROFESSIONAL LOOKING and WEB 2.0 oriented.
Desired Color Scheme:
white background, clean blues
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web 2.0
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The current website layout was designed for patients and we wish to make it primarily a pharmacist site (pharmacists buy our products) can be seen at : http://www.pharma-file.com/(english version)and http://www.sui-vie.com/ (french version)
- The template for the English site must be a coded template that has fresh "web 2.0" look, cool original design... New icons, menu styles, logos...
The new layout could be with or without the current logo. Up to you...
- You can look at a PDF document for a possible layout that could be a base of work... but feel free to submit another type of layout.
You can find this document at http://www.sui-vie.com/sitepoint.pdf
The new template must be SEO friendly. Particularly, from the robot view, the content should be before the menu text.
- The template should be W3C valid and CSS2.0 valid.
- Everything created should be original and publishable with no fear of infringing on someone else's copyright. No copy and paste material.
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I have recently invested a bunch of hours updating the alt text of all the images in a media library, only to realise that the changes are not reflected on posts/pages.
Is there any way to force these changes across? Or have I no choice but to edit each page manually?
Hope someone has good news for me!


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Christmastime again
I shared my Retro Christmas Pandora Station on here last year, and have had lots of requests for links to it but I swear I cannot figure out where to find one? And anyway this year I also have a Spotify playlist to share, which I named Merry + Bright and affectionately refer to the songs as, well, retro hokey. I want to make another, with traditional Christmas carols at some point but for now we are singing "Christmas Candy" and "Santa Claus' Party" and all is retro hokey happy.
I added so many ornaments to our collection this year, finding them and squirreling them away all Summer. We have SO MANY fun vintage ones and flashing oversized bulbs and bubble lights. Bubble lights! Unfortunately I don't have many photos of all of this, because my laptop is dragging along, not uploading things, crashing and crashing. I think this is a direct result of the ten million photos stored on the hard drive. So I kind of brought this on myself.
Not everything is out this year, because Hal is at such a grabby age. But it IS our first year with a real live Christmas tree. We used a 30+ year old artificial tree for years, until it was too shabby to reasonably put back in the attic.
Seven days. Merry and bright.
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OMG, Erin! You're a wonderful singer! So adorable. ;)ReplyDelete
your hair is so long and pretty! we always had bubble lights when i was little. they are wonderful. Merry Christmas!ReplyDelete
oh,i love the owl.... merry christmas!ReplyDelete
Such a beautiful voice Erin! My kids are like, "play it again, play it again!"ReplyDelete
The song made me smile.ReplyDelete
I want you to sing every song to me.ReplyDelete
yes, yes. come over. steph will be here. we'll turn on all the thousands of lights on my twinkle-y, ridiculously big christmas tree, drink wine [or bailey's and coffee?!] and listen to you sing. every song.ReplyDelete
i love love love you you you!!! <3ReplyDelete
Yours was my favorite video on there. Your voice is so great.ReplyDelete
Also...I want to be like you when I grow up. ;)
Oh yeah, and my favorite Pandora Christmas station is yours. Last night Jeremy asked me why we were listening to Grandma's Christmas. I smacked him ;)ReplyDelete
LOVE your voice.ReplyDelete
Love your ornaments. This year we used so many of the husband's grandma's ornaments and my grandmother's bubble lights and I love it so much. We have nearly everything put out now and each year I say we should do it sooner, but it stays up until the end of January, so I guess maybe not.
You have a very Zooey vibe when you sing. I love it. You should sing more. For us. For everyone.ReplyDelete
You? GORGEOUS. Your voice? GORGEOUS. Really for real, I mean that. I need a whole swonderful Christmas album.ReplyDelete
seriously, Erin, you should be a singer. like a real, recording-albums, serious, singer. I would buy your cd's.ReplyDelete
also, I listened to your pandora station last year and love it just as much this year. what do you listen to when it's not Christmas?
Your voice is so lovely! Thanks for sharing this. :)ReplyDelete
Helllllooooo lovely gorgeous amazing voice. I just want to listen to you sing over and over. Pure magic. xoxoReplyDelete
I love your voice! Your voice is what I imagine mine to sound like. But it's my dream. Beautiful. More songs!ReplyDelete


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This wolf spider is hiding among the grass hunting for prey and will consume hundreds of insects during its lifetime.
Spiders are perhaps some of the most feared and misunderstood inhabitants of any garden. Quickly squashed into "bug juice" without a moment's hesitation, these beneficials rarely find safe refuge in their garden homes. Yet, despite their fearsome reputations, wise gardeners learn to appreciate these hungry monsters as they go about their daily business patrolling for pests such as mosquitos, flies, aphids, and leafhoppers. Knowing how to live side by side in harmony is a simple matter of understanding what makes them tick – or twitch.
The black and yellow argiope spider weaves the prettiest of webs, with its zigzagged pattern and lace-like webbing.
Spiders catch their prey in roughly three different ways, depending on the species. The most noticeable are the opportunistic web weavers that spin delicate curtains throughout the garden and then literally hang out until a meal arrives. Other web builders prefer unruly looking cobwebs placed in dark corners to catch their prey, while some ground dwellers create funnel-shaped webs in nooks and crannies along the ground to catch insects and small animals that have the misfortune of falling into the web's hole.
Some species, however, forego the requisite webs, choosing instead to ambush unsuspecting prey. For instance, crab spiders like to play hide and seek by camouflaging themselves inside or even atop flowers. As soon as a fly, bee, or other insect stops for a sip of nectar, the spider attacks, instantly devouring its catch.
Others are not quite so patient. Wolf spiders and jumping spiders are two species that prefer to take a more active approach to dinner by literally hunting down prey, much like a wolf or fox. Hidden among the bushes or leaves, these spiders stalk their prey, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Should you happen to have a water source in your garden, you may even find fishing spiders, or what some of us call water spiders. These spiders are so eager to capture breakfast that they'll dive down into the water to fetch it.
Regardless of how it obtains its prey, each species plays an integral role in keeping the garden's ecosystem in balance, with aphids, mealy worms, mites, and beetles being just a few of their favorite dishes. To encourage these pest-fighting creatures to call your garden home, utilize a few basic gardening practices such as avoiding pesticides and providing safe havens. For instance, just as mulch keeps your plants cool and moist throughout the summer, it keeps the ground dwellers cool and hydrated as well. Plantings of tall flowers, shrubs, and vegetables offer the perfect place for web weavers to spin their webs. And mass plantings of colorful flowers provide the perfect hiding places for crab spiders, too.
Left: A mother wolf spider attaches her egg sac to her spinnerets and carries it with her until the spiderlings hatch. Upon hatching, she continues to carry her babies on her back until they are mature enough to fend for themselves. Right: This brown sac contains hundreds of spiderlings waiting to be released. Many spiderlings produce balloon-like webbing to help them float to new homes.
Don't Be Scared!
Despite the commonality of arachnophobia, of the nearly 4,000 species in the U.S., only four – recluses, black widows, hobos, and yellow sac spiders – are generally considered venomous, or potentially harmful, to humans. Fortunately, these particular spiders have one more thing in common – reclusiveness. None are considered aggressive, preferring instead to escape by burrowing into their hidey-holes or scampering away, rather than wasting venom on something too large to eat. As a result, the likelihood of being bitten is quite small with the side effects of a rare bite being easily treated with little to no long-term effects.
Perhaps just as important, these arachnids are like any other beneficial during the cold winter months and need protection from the elements. Old cornstalks, plant debris, and covered ground offer some of the best places to pass the cold days of winter. It's also a good idea to include a few piles of rocks or wood throughout your garden for those that prefer more solid surroundings during hibernation. Should you accidentally uncover a spider when it's cold out, don't assume it's dead. Just carefully recover and leave that space alone until warmer weather returns.
Inviting spiders into your garden guarantees the occasional surprise encounter. To avoid accidental bites, wear gloves when reaching under rocks or crevices, inside plants, or when removing debris. It's also a good idea to look first and reach in second. By using this approach, I've never had a poisonous spider stick around and try to battle it out. Usually, all I see is its tail end as it runs for cover. If, however, you think a venomous spider has bitten you, seek medical care as soon as possible to reduce the likelihood of complications.
This crab spider hid among the blackberries, waiting to ambush the next creature that landed within striking distance. The spider didn't hesitate to consume its prey.
Of all the creepy crawlers lurking about my garden, my favorites are undoubtedly the spiders with their dangling legs and ferocious-looking fangs. All too often I find myself mesmerized as I put my picking basket down in favor of studying the intricacies of a glistening spider's web or kneeling in the grass to watch a momma wolf spider carry her precious cargo around, all the while keeping each and every one of her many eyes fastened on my movements. Learning to appreciate these hungry arachnids is all about understanding their habits and taking a few minor precautions such as donning gloves and practicing awareness.
A version of this article appeared in an October 2016 print edition of State-by-State Gardening.
Photography courtesy of Kristi Cook.


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My husband
This entry is related to the post from Is There Food On My Niqaab about fiances being non-mahrams (it was re-posted on Beautiful Muslimah as well).
I was thinking back on my relationship and how I met my husband and it struck me how quickly he tried to turn our "relationship" into an engagement. I was just a regular Quebecker student and had some knowledge about Islam, but not much, and I wasn't thinking of converting but I was learning bit by bit. We started chatting and Islam was something that got us to meet just because I was attempting to learn about Islam by speaking with Muslims. The first night we chatted, we stayed up until 5 a.m. my time (it was noon in Egypt!) chatting about a lot of different thing, but a lot about Islam.
The thing that made me message him in the first place was this weird thing in his profile saying that he was looking for a Western woman with white skin for a serious relationship. It was super-weird and I wanted to talk with Muslims to better understand them so I tried him. He showed me before we even spoke that there was something I didn't understand! I learned that the Western part was something he had in mind because he figured the woman would convert, so he'd have helped in that, and making her children born Muslims, therefore adding Muslims to the world who would have otherwise been Christian. And the white skin thing was a weird personal thing. I think it's a pretty wide-spread thing in Egypt that white skin is prettier. So weird.
Anyway, we chatted and he gave himself a lot of excuses to be with me. We chatted about inappropriate topics, topics that were fine for me to chat about but that he probably felt uncomfortable with at the beginning. And we spent too much time chatting about the same topics over and over (had nothing else to talk about after so much time) and it made us delve deeper into dumb topics. But he gave himself excuses that if he chatted with me less or wasn't there, I'd go somewhere else. Or that we were in a serious relationship, practically engaged, so it was OK. Looking back, I can see that he didn't find some of it OK. He wanted to meet me as soon as possible, wanted to have me engaged as soon as possible and married as soon as possible. But it was done so quick really, that we were married and it took about a year before I actually admitted it to anyone including myself. We signed papers December 31, 2005, but in my mind, he wasn't my husband until quite a while later.
All this because he knew it wasn't something he, as a Muslim should be doing. He knew I was his non-mahram until that last day of 2005.
It's weird to think about these things backwards from now because I've gained so much knowledge about Islam and I've changed a lot in the way I view things. And it's weird to think that I did things so differently than I would do them now if I had to.


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Lapsing from our usual watch for news, we came upon a discussion on Usenet about the origin of Apple's name. So no news in this article, just an anecdote.
The question first arose when someone wondered about the true story behind Apple's name. He'd read that Steve Jobs had fond memories of working in an orchard one summer and thought that Apple would be a friendly name. Others chimed in with the theory that Apple was really something of an abbreviation for appliance, which is what Jobs thought the Mac should be. Unfortunately for that theory, the Mac came rather late in the company's evolution and the appliance theory of microcomputers probably started in Jef Raskin's Mac development team. The Apple II was certainly not as easy to use as a toaster.
Someone who knows Steve Wozniak contributed a more plausible story. Evidently, when Jobs and Wozniak were at the courthouse filing the incorporation papers, they still hadn't come up with a name. Jobs was eating an apple because he was then (and may still be) a "fruitarian," meaning that much of his diet was composed of fruit. Having no better option, they wrote down Apple Computer as the company name, figuring that they could change it later. Upon consideration though, they realized that Apple was early in the phone book (and before Atari), sounded friendly, and contrasted nicely with the word computer, which was and is still something of a scary word.
A final comment was added that the Apple logo was supposed to represent the apple with which Alan Turing committed suicide. No one has confirmed or denied this rumor though.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled news.
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The Bills fell to 4-7 on Sunday in Indianapolis thanks largely to an offense that never mustered much of a threat to the Colts.
It's not a new story in Buffalo. The Bills have scored zero or one offensive touchdown in four of their last seven games and their fourth quarter touchdown on Sunday ended a more than seven quarter drought on that front. Wide receiver Stevie Johnson thinks that one of the problems with the offense is play calling and he'd like to see Chan Gailey share the duties in the future.
Who should be the other party? Johnson wants to kick it old school and let quarterback Ryan Fitzpatrick handle more things by himself.
"How I see it, I think we need to let our quarterback call these plays. He's out there on the field. He sees the adjustments that need to be done. I think we just need to let him make adjustments on the go. I think that's the way we can move the ball better," Johnson said, via Tim Graham of the Buffalo News. "He did it a little bit in the game, and we moved the ball. … He was hitting C.J. [Spiller], getting his run plays, doing the pass plays, and I just think we should do it more often."
Johsnon credited Fitzpatrick for calling audibles to more aggressive plays, including a 63-yard completion to Johnson that set up a field goal in the second quarter. Gailey had already spoken to the media by the time Johnson spoke, so we'll have to wait for his next media session to hear his thoughts on Johnson's suggestion.


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Plane makes emergency landing in Milwaukee
Plane was heading to Chicago from Austin, Texas
A plane en route to Chicago was forced to make an emergency landing in Milwaukee.
Southwest Airlines Flight 224 was on its way from Austin, Texas, to Chicago on Thursday when something went wrong.
Just before the flight was supposed to land at Midway Airport in Chicago, the pilot told the 136 passengers that he had to make an emergency landing in Milwaukee because of mechanical issues. Mitchell International's runways are longer.
Some of the passengers said the captain came on at the last minute and told them to brace for a bumpy ride.
"We landed at about 250 miles an hour," said David Allocco of Chicago. "It was something else."
The Milwaukee Fire Department was ready and waiting, but the plane landed safely.
"We came in a little hot, a little fast, but we made it in OK and now we are just trying to make it back to Chicago," said Suzanne Pawlak of Chicago
Southwest Airlines said the passengers will be put on another plane to Chicago. Some passengers elected to rent a car and drive to Illinois.
Southwest Airlines does not fly into Chicago's O'Hare Airport.


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Twins Avoid Sweep – Barely
MINNEAPOLIS (AP) — Sam Fuld hit a tiebreaking, two-run single off Javy Guerra in a three-run seventh inning, and the
Minnesota Twins defeated the Chicago White Sox 4-3 Sunday to avoid a four-game sweep.
Danny Santana had two RBIs for the last-place Twins, who won for just the 11th time in their last 30 games.
Chicago led 2-1 in the seventh when Minnesota loaded the bases against Ronald Belisario (3-7) on walks to Josh Willingham and Eric Fryer around a single by Chris Parmelee.
Guerra relieved and retired Eduardo Escobar on a foulout, and Santana hit a tying sacrifice fly just deep enough to left-center field. Fuld followed with a line-drive single up the middle and was thrown out at second when he tried to advance.
Adrian Nieto homered in the eighth off Casey Fien, Nieto's first in 76 career big league at-bats. All-Star Glen Perkins retired Gordon Beckham on a bases-loaded flyout for his 25th save in 28 chances.


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My old Invacare adjustable bed went up in smoke today. Head suddenly started to rise then smoke poured out. My wife was in the room so she unplugged it. Don't want to think about what could have happened.
Time for anew one. A solid base has been suggested insted of the spring base as the old one. I use a LAL mattress