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The latest announcement from the government is that it is going to invest a further £10 billion into the Help to Buy Equity Loan scheme.
This additional funding could help around 135,000 more people make their property ownership dreams come true.
Current figures show that 81% of home purchases using the scheme has been made by first time buyers, this number has increased by 70% between 2010 and 2016.
The property industry has responded well to this news, as it is recognising that the scheme is playing a fundamental role within the property buying market. It is a great way to help first time buyers get on the property ladder.
It is also good news for developers and lenders as it means they will be able to plan longer term, and gives indication from the government of their intent to help secure thousands of people's chances of home ownership.
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On a uniprocessor, it is apparently optimal to schedule jobs that take less time first assuming non-preemptive scheduling - once a job runs, it must finish. Why?
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The International Science Festival
The festival has something to offer to everyone, from general public, school children, teachers, to researchers. It also covers every aspect of science such as humanities, social science, medicine, and science and technology.
The festival, organised by Göteborg & Co. together with a number of partners and sponsors, is held at various venues, from museums, libraries to shopping centres and city parks.
The aim of the event is to stimulate positive attitudes towards science and its role in the society by bringing science to the general public. It is also to provide a meeting place for the research community.
SKF has been a proud sponsor since 1996.
Through the sponsorship, SKF is establishing a relationship with the youth at an early stage. There is a general increase in enrollment in universities of technology and sciences in the country. The increase in public interests coincide with the long-term interest of SKF to position itself as a preferred employer.
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E-book "Fizyka mało znana – Lista Ginzburga" zawiera pomocnicze materiały do prowadzonego przeze mnie seminarium dla słuchaczy Uniwersytetu Trzeciego Wieku w Uniwersytecie Wrocławskim. ### The e-book "Little-known physics – Ginzburg's List" contains auxiliary materials for the seminar conducted by me for the listeners of the University of the Third Age at the University of Wroclaw.
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The Tale of Two Rabbits
There is an old proverb that goes something like "the person who chases two rabbits catches neither."
At any given time in your life, there can be a million things pulling you in just as many directions. How do you prioritize when everything feels like it is important and needs your attention? If you choose to take on too many things at once, or fail to decide, as the proverb suggests, you risk missing the mark on everything you're working for. You risk missing all of the rabbits.
We all get stuck over-analyzing the things in front of us and often this can lead us to feel overwhelmed.
How many times has this happened to you in your business? You have to schedule a training, reach out to a few neighbors for retail orders, get the kids to school, network with prospects, run errands, pay bills, host a product launch, make a doctor's appointment and think about where you can squeeze a meal in. And that's all before noon. It can be so hard to know where to put your energy for the best results.
In my experience, the answer lies in long-term focus and "keeping your eye on the prize". There are so many things that you need to do in any given day that can sway your attention, but as long as you stay focused on your end goal, the day to day tasks won't throw you off course.
Have you ever watched the flight tracker while you're on a long flight to see where you are in your journey only to realize you've headed a direction that you didn't expect? Maybe the plane has gone north when you expected to fly due east. Statistically, airplanes are off direct course 70% of the time during a flight, but because they always know where they are going, they always arrive.
The same is true with your business. You might experience set backs, busy days or challenges you didn't expect and feel discouraged. But as long as you keep your long-term goals in mind, you will never truly stray from your course and if you do, you will be able to recognize it immediately, redirect and get back to the things that are most important.
If you challenge yourself to focus on one major goal - one rabbit - at a time and then, once you've caught it, choose to focus on the next, you and your business will always be sustained.
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Inspired by the down to earth nature of his London based restaurant by the same name, with a rustic yet striking design it pays homage to Ramsay's preferred style of dining when he's at home with family and friends. Bringing a relaxed atmosphere to the dining table, the new Union Street Cafe collection is homely yet stylish. Both Royal Dolton and Gordon Ramsay understand the importance of spending quality time with the family, sharing good food and conversation. The Union Street Cafe collection was created with exactly this in mind. The teal blue tableware echoes a laid-back approach to dining with the speckled glaze and bright blue shades reflecting the calm Mediterranean sea.
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Nebraska DE Avery Moss banned from campus, off team in 2014
Avery Moss, a redshirt freshman defensive end at Nebraska, will not be on the Huskers football team after being banned from the Lincoln campus until at least Dec. 31, according to The Omaha World Herald.
Moss played in 12 games last season, starting three, and miss the team's appearance in the Gators Bowl.
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Moss told the World Herald that his banishment stems from a December 2012 public indecency charge in which he exposed himself to a student worker at a University of Nebraska-Lincoln campus residence hall convenience store.
According to the World Herald, Moss was allowed on most of the campus in 2013, but was not allowed to enter the residence halls. Moss returned to a residence hall in December, prompting the ban for 2014.
Because he's banned from campus, Moss can't be on the football team. He can appeal again in December before a four-year ban goes into effect, according to the newspaper.
"It was a procedural screw-up," Moss told the paper. "It had nothing to do with me acting out again … they wanted me to do something and I misinterpreted it. I thought I was allowed to go back into the residence halls after a academic year — that's what it seemed like at first — and afterward it was presumed to be whatever (dean of students) Dr. (Matthew) Hecker said so."
Moss made 36 tackles last season and had eight tackles for loss — fourth best on the team — and 4.5 sacks (second best). He also had an interception that he returned for a TD against Northwestern.
He wants to complete his career at Nebraska, but realizes that may not be an option.
"I want to come back to Nebraska, but everything's up in the air," he said. "I want to stay a Husker as long as I can. I want to graduate here. But that's up in the air due to how they're (banning) me from campus. If I do decide to stay, I'll come back and play. But I don't know if I'm going to stay a year."


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Adam Sandler's "movie", The Ridiculous 6, premiered last night in advance of its 12/11 release on Netflix. I will be reviewing this eyeball garbage because I'm a masochist, but also because I feel you can't really sh*t on a thing until you've seen it, so I'm going to have to live this hell to determine if Sandler's string of (alleged) cinematic crimes Full Story
These pictures are not for the fickle
We discuss this all the time, how I can be so fickle. Laura's Robert Pattinson problem is now 18 months old. This is a ridiculously long time for a celebrity crush. When I tell her this she tells me that I have no loyalty, and that she doesn't understand how I can go from love to hate so quickly when my crushes are over. Full Story
Pretty-off: Clearwaters vs Cullens
Vampires are supposed to be breathtakingly beautiful but have a look at these photos of Julia Jones and BooBoo Stewart arriving in Vancouver… Depends on how they style them, I guess, because the Cullens and all their f-cked up wigs are nowhere near as pretty as these two and their onscreen mother. Full Story


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With the Wolfram Language and Mathematica, you really can build a useful, interactive app for exploring ideas in just 60 seconds. Starting with the 60-second app, this talk covers the ins and outs of the Wolfram Language function Manipulate, the key to instantly interactive interfaces. You'll learn techniques for attaching controls to your computations, making interfaces usable and beautiful, and interactively exploring everything from text and math to graphics and sound.
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A Tour of Scala: Unified Types
Created by admin on 2008-07-05. Updated: 2009-10-23, 16:18
In contrast to Java, all values in Scala are objects (including numerical values and functions). Since Scala is class-based, all values are instances of a class. The diagram below illustrates the class hierarchy.
The superclass of all classes scala.Any has two direct subclasses scala.AnyVal and scala.AnyRef representing two different class worlds: value classes and reference classes. All value classes are predefined; they correspond to the primitive types of Java-like languages. All other classes define reference types. User-defined classes define reference types by default; i.e. they always (indirectly) subclass scala.AnyRef. Every user-defined class in Scala implicitly extends the trait scala.ScalaObject. Classes from the infrastructure on which Scala is running (e.g. the Java runtime environment) do not extend scala.ScalaObject. If Scala is used in the context of a Java runtime environment, then scala.AnyRef corresponds to java.lang.Object.
Please note that the diagram above also shows implicit conversions called views between the value classs.
Here is an example that demonstrates that both numbers, characters, boolean values, and functions are objects just like every other object:
object UnifiedTypes { def main(args: Array[String]) { val set = new scala.collection.mutable.HashSet[Any] set += "This is a string" // add a string set += 732 // add a number set += 'c' // add a character set += true // add a boolean value set += main _ // add the main function val iter: Iterator[Any] = set.elements while (iter.hasNext) { println(iter.next.toString()) } } }
The program declares an application UnifiedTypes in form of a top-level singleton object with a main method. Themain method defines a local variable set which refers to an instance of class HashSet[Any]. The program adds various elements to this set. The elements have to conform to the declared set element type Any. In the end, string representations of all elements are printed out.
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Finding Your Strength
Do you ever get the feeling that you are inadequate or lost? This world has a funny way of doing that to us. With billions of people in the world, we still have times when we feel alone or incapable of completing something on our own. But, this is very far from the case.
There is a story about a young boy and his father who were hiking through a forest. They came upon a large log that was blocking their path. Excited and eager to show off for his father, the boy ran up to the log and examined the obstacle.
The boy turned to his father and asked, "Do you think I can lift this log, Dad?" The father responded that if he used all of his strength, he absolutely would be able to lift the log. Thrilled at the challenge, the boy took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves and bent down to pick up the log. He tried with all of his power, over and over until he couldn't manage to try any longer.
Desperate and saddened by his failure, he looked at his father and said, "You told me I could lift it!" His dad just smiled and said, "I told you could lift it if you used all of your strength, but you didn't ask me for help."
In the end, there is never a time where we really are alone in this world. When we feel inadequate or unable to move the obstacles in our path, there is only one way to find a solution. Ask for help. The boy and his father moved the log together and continued on their journey.
Just like the boy, you have the support of some very powerful people in your life – your uplines and downlines. Together, you make a strong network of people who are chasing your dreams and willing to do what it takes to find happiness and success for themselves and for others.
Whatever life throws at you, you are always strong enough to get through it. You just have to remember to use all of your strength, within you and around you.
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Cameron University has released "Plan 2018: Values Driven, Action Oriented," a long-term strategic plan designed to guide Cameron University's growth, development and the allocation of its resources for five years beginning with the 2013-2014 academic year. The planning document was approved by the University of Oklahoma, Cameron University and Rogers State University Board of Regents earlier today during its meeting on the Cameron campus. "Plan 2018" can be viewed in its entirety on the Cameron website at www.cameron.edu/plan2018.
"Cameron's vision for the next five years – the concept for 'Plan 2018' – is a university rooted in values and driven to put those values into action," says President Cindy Ross. "The process of evaluating 'Plan 2013,' Cameron's existing strategic document, and preparing for its next strategic plan involved a thorough, year-long review of recent progress and growth yet to come, led by Dr. Chris Keller, Associate Professor of Communication. 'Plan 2018' is certain to produce the growth and progress now synonymous with Cameron University."
"Plan 2018: Values Driven, Action Oriented," Cameron's third strategic plan, builds upon the foundation and successes of Cameron's first two strategic plans, "Plan 2008: Preparing for Cameron University's Second Century" and "Plan 2013: Choices for the Second Century."
The planning process for "Plan 2018," initiated in September 2011, included a comprehensive assessment of the progress to date on "Plan 2013" goals. The resulting "Plan 2013: Choices for the Second Century Status Report" offers an account of the status of all Plan 2013 action items and served as background for the development of the new strategic plan.
"Plan 2018" was created through a yearlong planning process that solicited inputs from all Cameron stakeholders: students, faculty, staff and community members. The resulting plan stems from Cameron's six core values: Student Learning; Excellence in Teaching, Scholarship, Service and Mentoring; Leadership in Our Community and Region; Shared Governance; Diversity; and Responsible Stewardship of Public and Private Resources, the Public Trust and Cameron's Future. These values continue to drive every decision at Cameron University.
"Plan 2018" contains 42 action items that support the six core values and will move the university forward. Highlights include:
Value One: Student Learning:
- Implement a comprehensive plan to meet the ambitious goals of Complete College America
- Develop and implement academic enrichment opportunities, including undergraduate student research, study abroad, service learning, and more
- Construct a laboratory facility to fully integrate science courses at CU-Duncan
Value Two: Excellence in Teaching, Scholarships, Service and Mentoring
- Continue to build academic distinction in the areas of Communication, Criminal Justice and Information Technology, and add the areas of Foreign Languages, General Education and Teacher Education.
- Develop and implement a Professional Counseling Clinic for practicum training for students
Value Three: Leadership Our Community and Region
- Stimulate economic and business development in Southwest Oklahoma and serve Fort Sill and the military community
Value Four: Shared Governance
- Ensure a student-centered campus committed to student success
- Demonstrate a service-minded attitude and commitment to student needs
Value Five: Diversity
- Ensure Cameron University remains affordable for students
- Add one or two athletic programs consistent with Title IX requirements and Lone Star Conference requirements
- Study the need for and feasibility of providing childcare on campus
Value Six: Responsible Stewardship of Public and Private Resources, the Public Trust and Cameron's Future
- Focus resources to achieve optimal student learning
- Providing accountability in key areas including student learning and management of resources
- Make steady progress toward the implementation of "Campus Master Plan 2025"
Throughout the document, seven cross-cutting themes are evident: accountability, communication, learner focused, efficiency, planning, responsiveness and transparency. These themes sharpen the university's focus and intent.
"For five consecutive years beginning with academic year 2013-2014, 'Plan 2018' will be the standard against which all campus initiatives are measured," says Ross. "It will ensure the university continues to grow in a direction that has been thoughtfully planned and is both values driven and action oriented."
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The eyes of the world were on South Africa two decades ago as the apartheid era came to an end and Western governments helped bring the communist-backed African National Congress to power.
Last month, however, when Genocide Watch chief Gregory Stanton declared that white South African farmers were facing a genocidal onslaught and that communist forces were taking over the nation, virtually nobody noticed.
Few outside of South Africa paid attention either when, earlier this year, the president of South Africa began publicly singing songs advocating the murder of whites.
The silence is so deafening that Secretary of State Hillary Clinton didn't even publicly mention the problems when she was there last week. Instead, she was busy dancing, pledging billions of dollars and praising the ruling government.
"I find that quite disturbing, as if Afrikaner lives do not count for the Obama administration," Dan Roodt of the Pro-Afrikaans Action Group, PRAAG, told WND.
He says the situation is rapidly deteriorating.
Genocide Watch, a highly respected U.S.-based nonprofit organization led by arguably the world's foremost expert on genocide, has been sounding the alarm on the genocidal onslaught facing South Africa for a decade. The world media, however, has barely uttered a word about it.
Over those 10 years, thousands of white South African farmers, known as Boers, have been massacred in the most horrific ways imaginable.
Experts say the ongoing slaughter constitutes a clear effort to exterminate the whites or at least drive the remaining ones – now less than 10 percent of the population – out of the country. In other words, South Africa is facing a genocide based on the United Nations' own definition.
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"Gibraltar Furniture (800 416 3635) is furniture nirvana for wholesale classics"- Yahoo News!
CORO Italia came into being at the end of 2002 with the aim of making a place for itself in the still little-developed modern furniture, especially modern outdoor furniture design market. The first collection, designed by Stefano Gallizioli, is a complete concept, ranging from chairs and tables to BBQ Grills, aimed at a demanding and refined clientele. The materials used are the result of systematic research of prime elements having those characteristics of quality and solidity capable of guaranteeing the durability of each item in the CORO collection.
The impact of CORO's presentation to the press was immediately positive, the quality of the imaging and the expression of the company philosophy receiving universal applause.
Over the past three years the collections have been expanded and enriched with new products proposed by young designers and by others of more established fame like James Irvine. Currently, we are present in 80 showrooms in Italy and 260 around the world and among them we can count some of the foremost opinion leaders of the market. CORO sales points are selected, differentiated and all respond to that professionalism which is fundamental in creating a relationship of trust between customer and retailer. Commercial competition is hinged upon 'made in Italy' values which are based on advanced technologies and the careful selection of raw materials.
Today CORO lives indoors as well. Although it originates as an outdoor collection, CORO has developed a vast and varied range which has immediately been perceived by the public for use in every living area of the house. CORO can cater for the practical and organisational necessities of the furnishing market and custom-made sector with contract solutions and tailor-made proposals. CORO has all the necessary qualities: resources, energy and market awareness. A small company, with professional management and staff, structured to answer to the needs of their customers' new life styles. This is CORO's objective.
Gibraltar is based in Beverly Hills California and can be found on the web at www.gibraltarfurniture.com. This firm has been in operation for five decades, and is an insider secret weapon for blue chip merchandise at warehouse prices. Yahoo reports that Gibraltar Furniture has "The best prices, models, and service of any site on the internet. This store is nirvana for people who want Bauhaus, art deco, modern, mid century, or designer furniture at wholesale prices."
All purchases are fully covered by Lloyds of London and the Yahoo buyer's protection plan. The Yahoo! Buyer Protection Program covers any item legitimately purchased through Yahoo! This protection covers purchases of up to $1000 for material defects and other issues.
Gibraltar Furniture is a good resource for design addicts looking for top-rated originals at popular prices. All of the materials, design lines, and specs for all of the Gibraltar releases are the same as the European manufacturers. Gibraltar out-sources the production of these design classics to our overseas factories in order to cut labor costs. We use the same high quality leather and stainless steel frames that Knoll uses.
Gibraltar offers the entire line of products from Compar, David Edward, Davis Furniture, Fabulux, Firefarm, Girari, Gordon International, Grey, Havaseat Chairs, Innovation, IQMatics, Janke, Jet Age, Kenshoma, Litto Kids, Lunar Lounge, Malik, Ooba, Oeuf, Offi, OFM, Ogus Design, The Phillips Collection, Serralunga, Studio4LA, Touch Design/Lighting, Trevi Outdoor, the Vessel Architectural Pottery collection, Zuo Modern, and 100 Times Better, among others.
For additional information on the news that is the subject of this release, please contact Bradley Friedman, Director of Pubic Relations, via email.
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"If you're so smart, how come you're not rich?"
It was the city that wanted to know. Chicago, refulgent in early-evening, late-capitalist light. Kendall was in a penthouse apartment (not his) of an all-cash building on Lake Shore Drive. The view straight ahead was of water, eighteen floors below. But if you pressed your face to the glass, as Kendall was doing, you could see the biscuit-colored beach running down to Navy Pier, where they were just now lighting the Ferris wheel.
The gray Gothic stone of the Tribune Tower, the black steel of the Mies building just next door—these weren't the colors of the new Chicago. Developers were listening to Danish architects who were listening to nature, and so the latest condominium towers were all going organic. They had light-green façades and undulating rooflines, like blades of grass bending in the wind.
There had been a prairie here once. The condos told you so.
Kendall was gazing at the luxury buildings and thinking about the people who lived in them (not him) and wondering what they knew that he didn't. He shifted his forehead against the glass and heard paper crinkling. A yellow Post-it was stuck to his forehead. Piasecki must have come in while Kendall was napping at his desk and left it there.
The Post-it said: "Think about it."
Kendall crumpled it up and threw it in the wastebasket. Then he went back to staring out the window at the glittering Gold Coast.
For sixteen years now, Chicago had given Kendall the benefit of the doubt. It had welcomed him when he arrived with his "song cycle" of poems composed at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. It had been impressed with his medley of high-I.Q. jobs the first years out: proofreader for The Baffler; Latin instructor at the Latin School. For someone in his early twenties to have graduated summa cum laude from Amherst, to have been given a Michener grant, and to have published, one year out of Iowa City, an unremittingly bleak villanelle in the T.L.S., all these things were marks of promise, back then. If Chicago had begun to doubt Kendall's intelligence when he turned thirty, he hadn't noticed. He worked as an editor at a small publishing house, Great Experiment, which published five titles per year. The house was owned by Jimmy Dimon, now eighty-two. In Chicago, people remembered Jimmy Dimon more from his days as a State Street pornographer back in the sixties and seventies and less from his much longer life as a free-speech advocate and publisher of libertarian books. It was Jimmy's penthouse that Kendall worked out of, Jimmy's high-priced view he was taking in. He was still mentally acute, Jimmy was. He was hard of hearing but if you shouted in his ear the old man's blue eyes gleamed with mischief and undying rebellion.
Kendall pulled himself away from the window and walked back to his desk, where he picked up the book that was lying there. The book was Alexis de Tocqueville's "Democracy in America." Tocqueville, from whom Jimmy had got the name for Great Experiment Books, was one of Jimmy's passions. One evening six months ago, after his nightly Martini, Jimmy had decided that what the country needed was a super-abridged version of Tocqueville's seminal work, culling all of the predictions the Frenchman had made about America, but especially those that showed the Bush Administration in its worst light. So that was what Kendall had been doing for the past week, reading through "Democracy in America" and picking out particularly tasty selections. Like the opening, for instance: "Among the novel objects that attracted my attention during my stay in the United States, nothing struck me more forcibly than the general equality of condition among the people."
"How damning is that?" Jimmy had shouted, when Kendall read the passage to him over the phone. "What could be less in supply, in Bush's America, than equality of condition!"
Jimmy wanted to call the little book "The Pocket Democracy." After his initial inspiration, he'd handed off the project to Kendall. At first, Kendall had tried to read the book straight through, but now he skipped around in Volumes I and II. Lots of parts were unspeakably boring: methodologies of American jurisprudence, examinations of the American system of townships. Jimmy was interested only in the prescient bits. "Democracy in America" was like the stories parents told their grown children about their toddler days, recalling early signs of business acumen or religious inclination, describing speech impediments that had long ago disappeared. It was curious to read a Frenchman writing about America when America was small, unthreatening, and admirable, when it was still something underappreciated that the French could claim as their own and champion, like serial music or the novels of John Fante.
In these, as in the forests of the Old World, destruction was perpetually going on. The ruins of vegetation were heaped upon one another; but there was no laboring hand to remove them, and their decay was not rapid enough to make room for the continual work of reproduction. Climbing plants, grasses, and other herbs forced their way through the mass of dying trees; they crept along their bending trunks, found nourishment in their dusty cavities and a passage beneath the lifeless bark. Thus decay gave its assistance to life.
How beautiful that was! How wonderful to imagine what America had been like in 1831, before the strip malls and the highways, before the suburbs and the exurbs, back when the lake shores were "embosomed in forests coeval with the world." What had the country been like in its infancy? Most important, where had things gone wrong and how could we find our way back? How did decay give its assistance to life?
A lot of what Tocqueville described sounded nothing like the America Kendall knew. Other judgments seemed to part a curtain, revealing American qualities too intrinsic for him to have noticed before. The growing unease Kendall felt at being an American, his sense that his formative years, during the Cold War, had led him to unthinkingly accept various national pieties, that he'd been propagandized as efficiently as a kid growing up in Moscow at the time, made him want, now, to get a mental grip on this experiment called America.
Yet the more he read about the America of 1831, the more Kendall became aware of how little he knew about the America of today, 2005, what its citizens believed, and how they operated.
Piasecki was a perfect example. At the Coq d'Or the other night, he had said, "If you and I weren't so honest we could make a lot of money."
"What do you mean?"
Piasecki was Dimon's accountant. He came on Fridays, to pay bills and handle Dimon's books. He was pale, perspirey, with limp blond hair combed straight back from his oblong forehead.
"He doesn't check anything, O.K.?" Piasecki said. "He doesn't even know how much money he has."
"How much does he have?"
"That's confidential information," Piasecki said. "First thing they teach you at accounting school. Zip your lips."
Kendall didn't press. He was leery of getting Piasecki going on the subject of accounting. When Arthur Andersen had imploded, in 2002, Piasecki, along with eighty-five thousand other employees, had lost his job. The blow had left him slightly unhinged. His weight fluctuated, he chewed diet pills and Nicorette. He drank a lot.
Now in the shadowy, red-leather bar, crowded with happy-hour patrons, Piasecki ordered a Scotch. So Kendall did, too.
"Would you like the executive pour?" the waiter asked.
Kendall would never be an executive. But he could have the executive pour. "Yes," he said.
For a moment they were silent, staring at the television screen, tuned to a late-season baseball game. Two newfangled Western Division teams were playing. Kendall didn't recognize the uniforms. Even baseball had been adulterated.
"I don't know," Piasecki said. "It's just that, once you've been screwed like I've been, you start to see things different. I grew up thinking that most people played by the rules. But after everything went down with Andersen the way it did––I mean, to scapegoat an entire company for what a few bad apples did on behalf of Ken Lay and Enron . . ." He didn't finish the thought. His eyes grew bright with fresh anguish.
The tumblers, the mini-barrels of Scotch, arrived at their table. They finished the first round and ordered another. Piasecki helped himself to the complimentary hors d'oeuvres.
"Nine people out of ten, in our position, they'd at least think about it," he said. "I mean, this fucking guy! How'd he make his money in the first place? On twats. That was his angle. Jimmy pioneered the beaver shot. He knew tits and ass were over. Didn't even bother with them. And now he's some kind of saint? Some kind of political activist? You don't buy that horseshit, do you?"
"Actually," Kendall said, "I do."
"Because of those books you publish? I see the numbers on those, O.K.? You lose money every year. Nobody reads that stuff."
"We sold five thousand copies of 'The Federalist Papers,' " Kendall said in defense.
"Mostly in Wyoming," Piasecki countered.
"Jimmy puts his money to good use. What about all the contributions he makes to the A.C.L.U.?" Kendall felt inclined to add, "The publishing house is only one facet of what he does."
"O.K., forget Jimmy for a minute," Piasecki said. "I'm just saying, look at this country. Bush–Clinton–Bush–maybe Clinton. That's not a democracy, O.K.? That's a dynastic monarchy. What are people like us supposed to do? What would be so bad if we just skimmed a little cream off the top? Just a little skimming. I'm telling you I think about it sometimes. I fucking hate my life. Do I think about it? Yeah. I'm already convicted. They convicted all of us and took away our livelihood, whether we were honest or not. So I'm thinking, if I'm guilty already, then who gives a shit?"
When Kendall was drunk, when he was in odd surroundings like the Coq d'Or, when someone's misery was on display in front of him, in moments like this, Kendall still felt like a poet. He could feel the words rumbling somewhere in the back of his mind, as though he still had the diligence to write them down. He took in the bruise-colored bags under Piasecki's eyes, the addict-like clenching of his jaw muscles, his bad suit, his corn-silk hair, and the blue Tour de France sunglasses pushed up on his head.
"Let me ask you something," Piasecki said. "How old are you?"
"Forty-five," Kendall said.
"You want to be an editor at a small-time place like Great Experiment the rest of your life?"
"I don't want to do anything for the rest of my life," Kendall said, smiling.
"Jimmy doesn't give you health care, does he?"
"No," Kendall allowed.
"All the money he's got and you and me are both freelance. And you think he's some kind of social crusader."
"My wife thinks that's terrible, too."
"Your wife is smart," Piasecki said, nodding with approval. "Maybe I should be talking to her." [#unhandled_cartoon]
The train out to Oak Park was stuffy, grim, almost penal in its deprivation. It rattled on the tracks, its lights flickering. During moments of illumination Kendall read his Tocqueville. "The ruin of these tribes began from the day when Europeans landed on their shores; it has proceeded ever since, and we are now witnessing its completion." With a jolt, the train reached the bridge and began crossing the river. On the opposite shore, glass-and-steel structures of breathtaking design were cantilevered over the water, all aglow. "Those coasts, so admirably adapted for commerce and industry; those wide and deep rivers; that inexhaustible valley of the Mississippi; the whole continent, in short, seemed prepared to be the abode of a great nation yet unborn."
His cell phone rang and he answered it. It was Piasecki, calling from the street on his way home.
"You know what we were just talking about?" Piasecki said. "Well, I'm drunk."
"So am I," Kendall said. "Don't worry about it."
"I'm drunk," Piasecki repeated, "but I'm serious."
Kendall had never expected to be as rich as his parents, but he'd never imagined that he would earn so little or that it would bother him so much. After five years working for Great Experiment, he and his wife, Stephanie, had saved just enough money to buy a big fixer-upper in Oak Park, without being able to fix it up.
Shabby living conditions wouldn't have bothered Kendall in the old days. He'd liked the converted barns and under-heated garage apartments Stephanie and he had lived in before they were married, and he liked the just appreciably nicer apartments in questionable neighborhoods they lived in after they were married. His sense of their marriage as countercultural, an artistic alliance committed to the support of vinyl records and Midwestern literary quarterlies, had persisted even after Max and Eleanor were born. Hadn't the Brazilian hammock as diaper table been an inspired idea? And the poster of Beck gazing down over the crib, covering the hole in the wall?
Kendall had never wanted to live like his parents. That had been the whole idea, the lofty rationale behind the snow-globe collection and the flea-market eyewear. But as the children got older, Kendall began to compare their childhood unfavorably with his own, and to feel guilty.
From the street, as he approached under the dark, dripping trees, his house looked impressive enough. The lawn was ample. Two stone urns flanked the front steps, leading up to a wide porch. Except for paint peeling under the eaves, the exterior looked fine. It was with the interior that the trouble began. In fact, the trouble began with the word itself: interior. Stephanie liked to use it. The design magazines she consulted were full of it. One was even called it: Interiors. But Kendall had his doubts as to whether their home achieved an authentic state of interiority. For instance, the outside was always breaking in. Rain leaked through the master-bathroom ceiling. The sewers flooded up through the basement drain.
Across the street, a Range Rover was double-parked, its tailpipe fuming. As he passed, Kendall gave the person at the wheel a dirty look. He expected a businessman or a stylish suburban wife. But sitting in the front seat was a frumpy, middle-aged woman, wearing a Wisconsin sweatshirt, talking on her cell phone.
Kendall's hatred of S.U.V.s didn't keep him from knowing the base price of a Range Rover: seventy-five thousand dollars. From the official Range Rover Web site, where a husband up late at night could build his own vehicle, Kendall also knew that choosing the "Luxury Package" (preferably cashmere upholstery with navy piping and burled-walnut dash) brought the price tag up to eighty-two thousand dollars. This was an unthinkable, a testicle-withering sum. And yet, pulling into the driveway next to Kendall's was another Range Rover, this belonging to his neighbor Bill Ferret. Bill did something relating to software; he devised it, or marketed it. At a back-yard barbecue the previous summer, Kendall had listened with a serious face as Bill explained his profession. Kendall specialized in a serious face. This was the face he'd trained on his high-school and college teachers from his seat in the first row: the ever-alert, A-student face. Still, despite his apparent attentiveness, Kendall didn't remember what Bill had told him about his job. There was a software company in Canada named Waxman, and Bill had shares in Waxman, or Waxman had shares in Bill's company, Duplicate, and either Waxman or Duplicate was thinking of "going public," which apparently was a good thing to do, except that Bill had just started a third software company, Triplicate, and so Waxman, or Duplicate, or maybe both, had forced him to sign a "non-compete," which would last a year.
Munching his hamburger, Kendall had understood that this was how people spoke, out in the world––in the real world he himself lived in, though, paradoxically, had yet to enter. In this real world, there were things like custom software and ownership percentages and Machiavellian corporate struggles, all of which resulted in the ability to drive a heartbreakingly beautiful forest-green Range Rover up your own paved drive.
Maybe Kendall wasn't so smart.
He went up his front walk and into the house, where he found Stephanie in the kitchen, next to the open, glowing stove.
"Don't get mad," she said. "It's only been on a few minutes."
Stephanie wore her hair in the same comp-lit pageboy she'd had the day they met, twenty-two years earlier, in an H.D. seminar. In college, Kendall had had a troubling habit of falling in love with lesbians. So imagine his relief, his utter joy, when he learned that Stephanie wasn't a lesbian but only looked like one.
She'd dumped the day's mail on the kitchen table and was flipping through an architecture magazine.
"How's this for our kitchen?" Stephanie said.
Kendall bent to look. It didn't cost anything to look. An old house, like theirs, had been expanded by ripping off the rear wall and replacing it with a Bauhaus extension.
Kendall asked, "Where are the kids?"
"Max is at Sam's," Stephanie said. "Eleanor says it's too cold here. So she's sleeping over at Olivia's."
"Sixty-five isn't that cold," Kendall said emphatically.
"If you're here all day, it is."
Instead of replying, Kendall opened the refrigerator and stared in. There were bottles and cartons, most nearly empty. There was something greenish black in a produce bag.
"Piasecki said something interesting to me today," Kendall said.
"Piasecki who?"
"Piasecki the accountant. From work." Kendall poked the greenish-black thing with his forefinger. "Piasecki said it's unbelievable that Jimmy doesn't give me any health insurance."
"I've told you that," Stephanie said.
"Piasecki agrees with you."
Stephanie raised her eyes. "What are you looking for in there?"
"All we have are sauces," Kendall said. "What are all these sauces for? They wouldn't be to put on food, would they? Because we have no food."
Stephanie had gone back to flipping through her magazine. "If we didn't have to pay for our own health insurance," she said, "we might have some money for renovations."
"Or we could waste heat," Kendall said. "Eleanor would like that. What temperature do Olivia's parents keep their house at?"
"Not sixty-five," Stephanie said.
"I've got my head in the refrigerator and it's not even that cold," Kendall said.
Abruptly, he straightened up and slammed the refrigerator door. He sighed once, satisfyingly, and headed out of the room and up the front stairs.
He came down the hall into the master bedroom. And here he stopped again.
He wondered if Alexis de Tocqueville had ever envisaged a scene like this. An American bedroom quite like this.
It wasn't the only master bedroom of its kind in Chicago. Across the country, the master bedrooms of more and more two-salaried, stressed-out couples were taking on the bear-den atmosphere of Kendall and Stephanie's bedroom. In this suburban cave, this commuter-town hollow, two large, hirsute mammals had recently hibernated. Or were hibernating still. That twisted mass of bedsheet was where they slept. The saliva stains on the denuded pillows were evidence of a long winter spent drooling and dreaming. The socks and underpants scattered on the floor resembled the skins of rodents recently consumed.
In the far corner of the room was a hillock rising three feet in the air. This was the family wash. They'd used a hamper for a while and, for a while, the kids had dutifully tossed their dirty clothes in. But the hamper soon overflowed and the family had begun tossing their dirty clothes in its general direction. The hamper could still be there, for all Kendall knew, buried beneath the pyramid of laundry.
How had it happened in one generation? His parents' bedroom had never looked like this. Kendall's father had a dresser full of folded laundry, a closet full of tailored suits, and, every night, a neat, clean bed to climb into. Nowadays, if Kendall wanted to live as his own father had lived, he was going to have to hire a cleaning lady and a seamstress and a social secretary. He was going to have to hire a wife. Wouldn't that be great? Stephanie could use one, too. Everybody needed a wife, and no one had one anymore.
But to hire a wife Kendall needed to make more money. The alternative was to live as he did, in middle-class squalor, in married bachelorhood.
Like most honest people, Kendall sometimes fantasized about committing a crime. In the following days, however, he found himself indulging in criminal fantasies to a criminal extent. How did one embezzle if one wanted to embezzle well? What kind of mistakes did the rank amateurs make? How could you get caught and what were the penalties?
Quite amazing, to an embezzler-fantasist, was how instructive the daily newspapers were. Not only the lurid Chicago Sun-Times, with its stories of gambling-addicted accountants and Irish "minority" trucking companies. Much more instructive were the business pages of the Tribune or the Times. Here you found the pension-fund manager who'd siphoned off five million, or the Korean-American hedge-fund genius who vanished with a quarter billion of Palm Beach retiree money and who turned out to be a Mexican guy named Lopez. Turn the page to read about the Boeing executive sentenced to four months in jail for rigging contracts with the Air Force. The malfeasance of Bernie Ebbers and Dennis Kozlowski claimed the front page, but it was the short articles on A21 or C15 detailing the quieter frauds, the scam artists working in subtler pigments, in found objects, that showed Kendall the extent of the national deceit.
At the Coq d'Or the next Friday, Piasecki said, "You know the mistake most people make?"
"They buy a beach house. Or a Porsche. They red-flag themselves. They can't resist."
"They lack discipline," Kendall said.
"No moral fibre."
Wasn't scheming the way America worked? The real America that Kendall, with his nose stuck in "Rhyme's Reason," had failed to notice? How far apart were the doings of these minor corporate embezzlers from the accounting fraud at Enron? And what about all the business people who were clever enough not to get caught, who wriggled free from blame? The example set on high wasn't one of probity and full disclosure. It was anything but.
When Kendall was growing up, American politicians denied that the United States was an empire. But they weren't doing that anymore. They'd given up. Everyone knew about the empire now. Everyone was pleased.
And in the streets of Chicago, as in the streets of L.A., New York, Houston, and Oakland, the message was making itself known. A few weeks back, Kendall had seen the movie "Patton" on TV. He'd been reminded that the general had been severely punished for slapping a soldier. Whereas now Rumsfeld ran free from responsibility for Abu Ghraib. Even the President, who'd lied about W.M.D., had been reëlected. In the streets, people took the point. Victory was what counted, power, muscularity, doublespeak if necessary. You saw it in the way people drove, in the way they cut you off, gave you the finger, cursed. Women and men alike, showing rage and toughness. Everyone knew what he wanted and how to get it. Everybody you met was nobody's fool.
One's country was like one's self. The more you learned about it, the more you were ashamed of. [#unhandled_cartoon]
Then again, it wasn't pure torture, living in the plutocracy. Jimmy was still out in Montecito, and every weekday Kendall had the run of his place. There were serf-like doormen, invisible porters who hauled out the trash, a squad of Polish maids who came Wednesday and Friday mornings to pick up after Kendall and scrub the toilet in the Moorish bathroom and tidy up the sunny kitchen where he ate his lunch. The co-op was a duplex. Kendall worked on the second floor. Downstairs was Jimmy's "Jade Room," where he kept his collection of Chinese jade in museum-quality display cases. The carvings were made from single pieces of jade and were usually of horses' heads, enfolded upon themselves. Jimmy kept what he couldn't show off in specially built, curatorial drawers. (If you had criminality in mind, a good place to start would be the Jade Room.)
In his office, when Kendall looked up from his Tocqueville, he could see the opalescent lake spreading out in all directions. The surround of water at this altitude made for a fish-tank sensation. Water, water, everywhere. The curious emptiness Chicago confronted, the way it just dropped off into nothing, especially at sunset or in the fog, this void was responsible for all the activity. The land had been waiting to be exploited. These shores so suited to industry and commerce had raised a thousand factories. The factories had sent vehicles of steel throughout the world, and now these vehicles, in armored form, were clashing for control of the petroleum that powered the whole operation.
The phone rang. It was Jimmy, calling from Montecito.
"Hello, Jimmy, how are you?"
"Not bad," Jimmy said. "It's only three in the afternoon and I've already had my cock out three times."
One nice thing about being obscenely rich was the liberty it afforded you to utter sentences such as this. But Jimmy's impropriety predated his money. It was the reason for his money.
"Sounds like retirement agrees with you," Kendall said.
"What are you talking about?" Jimmy said, laughing. "I'm not retired. I've got more going on now than when I was thirty. Speaking of which, I'm returning your call. What's up, kiddo?"
"Right," Kendall said, gearing up. "I've been running the house for six years now and I think you've been happy with my work."
"I have been," Jimmy said. "No complaints."
"So I was wondering, given my tenure here, and my performance, if it might be possible to work out some kind of health-insurance coverage."
"Can't do it," Jimmy answered abruptly. The suddenness with which he spoke suggested he was defending himself against his feelings. "That was never part of your package. I'm running a nonprofit here, kiddo. Piasecki just sent me the statements. We're in the red this year. We're in the red every year. All these books we publish, important, foundational, patriotic books––truly patriotic books––and nobody buys them! The people in this country are asleep! We've got an entire nation on Ambien. Sandman Rove is blowing dust in everybody's eyes."
He went off on a tear, anathematizing Bush and Wolfowitz and Perle, but then he must have felt bad about avoiding the subject at hand because he came back to it, softening his tone. "Listen, I know you've got a family. You've got to do what's best for you. If you wanted to test your value out in the marketplace, I'd understand. I'd hate to lose you, Kendall, but I'd understand if you have to move on."
There was silence on the line.
Jimmy said, "You think about it." He cleared his throat. "So, tell me. How's 'The Pocket Democracy' coming?"
Kendall wished he could remain businesslike, professional. He tried his best to keep bitterness out of his voice. He'd been a pouter as a kid, however, and the pleasures of pouting were still enticing.
He said nothing.
"When do you think you'll have something to show me?" Jimmy asked.
"No idea."
"What was that?"
"I've got no answer at the moment," Kendall said.
"I'm running a business, Kendall," Jimmy said before hanging up. "I'm sorry."
The sun was setting. The water reflected the gray-blue of the darkening sky, and the lights of the water-pumping stations had come on, making them look like a line of floating gazebos. Kendall's mood had dimmed, too. He slumped in his office chair, the Xeroxed pages of "Democracy in America" spread out around him. His left temple throbbed. He winced and, rubbing his forehead, looked down at the page in front of him:
I do not mean that there is any lack of wealthy individuals in the United States; I know of no country, indeed, where the love of money has taken stronger hold on the affections of men and where a profounder contempt is expressed for the theory of the permanent equality of property. But wealth circulates with inconceivable rapidity, and experience shows that it is rare to find two succeeding generations in the full enjoyment of it.
He swivelled in his chair and violently grabbed the phone off its hook. He stabbed out the number and after a single ring Piasecki answered. Kendall told Piasecki to meet him at the Coq d'Or.
This was how you did it. This was taking action. In an instant, everything could change.
At the Coq d'Or, they sat in their usual booth in the back room. Kendall stared across the table at Piasecki and said, "About that idea you had the other day."
Piasecki gave Kendall a sideways look, suspicious. "You serious or you just playing around?"
"I'm curious," Kendall said.
"Don't fuck with me," Piasecki cautioned.
"I'm not." Kendall was blinking rapidly. "I was just wondering how it would work. Technically speaking."
Piasecki leaned closer to Kendall and lowered his voice. "I never said what I'm about to say, O.K.?"
"If you do something like this, what you do is you set up a dummy company. You create invoices from this company, O.K.? Great Experiment pays these invoices. After a few years, you close the account and liquidate the company."
Kendall didn't understand exactly. It couldn't be that complicated, but he was unclear on a few points.
"But the invoices won't be for anything. Won't that be obvious?"
"When's the last time Jimmy checked the invoices? He's eighty-two, for Christ sake. He's out in California taking Viagra so he can bang some hooker. He's not thinking about the invoices. His mind is occupied."
"What if we get audited?"
Here Piasecki smiled. "I like how you say 'we.' That's where I come in. If we get audited, who handles that? I do. I show the I.R.S. the bills and the payments. Since our payments into the dummy company match the bills, everything looks fine. If we pay the right taxes on income, how is the I.R.S. going to complain?"
It wasn't all that complicated. Kendall wasn't used to thinking this way, not just criminally but financially, but as his executive pour went down, he saw how it could work. He looked around the bar, at the businessmen boozing, making deals.
"I'm not talking about that much," Piasecki was saying. "Jimmy's worth, like, eighty million. I'm talking maybe half a million for you, half for me. Maybe, if things go smooth, a million each. Then we shut it down, cover our tracks, and move to Bermuda."
Piasecki leaned forward and with burning, needy eyes, said, "Jimmy makes more than a million in the markets every four months. It's nothing to him."
"What if something goes wrong? I've got a family."
"And I don't? It's my family I'm thinking of. It's not like things are fair in this country. Things are unfair. Why should a smart guy like you not get a little piece of the pie? Are you scared?"
"Yes," Kendall said.
"Listen to me. I'll be honest. If we do this, you should be a little scared. Just a little. But, statistically, I'd put the chances at our getting caught at about one per cent. Maybe less."
For Kendall it was exciting, somehow, just to be having this conversation. Everything about the Coq d'Or, from the fatty appetizers to the Tin Pan Alley entertainment to the faux-Napoleonic décor, suggested it was 1926. Under the influence of the atmosphere, it seemed to Kendall that he and Piasecki were leaning conspiratorially together, foreheads almost touching. They'd seen the Mafia movies, so they knew how to do it. Kendall wanted to laugh. He'd thought this kind of thing was over. He thought that because of the rise of postmodern irony the durable street rackets and shady back-room dealing had gone out of style. But he was wrong. Kendall was so smart he was stupid. He'd figured criminality was like academia, progressive, built on one movement succeeding another. But the same scheming that had gone on eighty years ago was going on now. This was especially true in Chicago, where even the bar décor colluded to promote an underworld effect.
"I'm telling you, we could be in and out in two years," Piasecki was saying. "We do it nice and easy and leave no trail. Then we invest our money and do our part for the G.D.P."
What was an intellectual but a guy who thought? Who thought instead of did. What would it be like to do? To apply his brain to the small universe of money instead of the battle between Jefferson and the Federalists?
This made Kendall contemplate how Stephanie would view all this. He would never be able to tell her about it. He'd have to say he'd been given a raise. Simultaneous with this thought was another: renovating your kitchen wasn't a red flag. They could do the whole house without attracting attention.
In his mind he saw his fixer-upper all fixed up, a gleaming, wood-polished house, a stop on the Oak Park landmark tour, and, sliding down the bannister, into his providing, fatherly arms, Eleanor.
Wealth circulates with inconceivable rapidity . . .
The full enjoyment of it . . .
"O.K., I'm in," Kendall said.
"You're in?"
"Let me think about it," Kendall said.
That was sufficient for Piasecki for now. He lifted his glass. "To Ken Lay," he said. "My hero."
"What sort of business is this you're opening?"
"It's a storage facility."
"And you're?"
"The president. Co-president."
"With Mr."—the lawyer, a squat woman with thatchlike hair, searched on the incorporation form—"with Mr. Piasecki."
"That's right," Kendall said.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Kendall was in downtown Oak Park, in the lawyer's meagre, diploma-showy office. Max was outside on the sidewalk, catching autumn leaves, staring up at the sky with hands outstretched.
"I could use some storage," the lawyer joked. "We've got three kids and our house is stuffed."
"We mainly do commercial storage," Kendall said. "We don't have a lot of little storage lockers but just a few big ones. Sorry."
He hadn't even seen the place, which was up in the sticks, outside Kewanee. Piasecki had driven up and leased the land. There was nothing on it but an old, weed-choked Esso station. But it had a legal address, and soon, as Midwestern Storage, a steady income.
Great Experiment, since it sold few books, had a lot of books on hand. In addition to storing them in their usual warehouse, in Schaumburg, Kendall would now send a phantom number of books up to the facility in Kewanee. Midwestern Storage would charge Great Experiment for this service, and Piasecki would send the company checks. As soon as the incorporation forms were filed, Piasecki planned to open a bank account in Midwestern Storage's name. Signatories to this account: Michael J. Piasecki and Kendall Wallis.
It was all quite elegant. Kendall and Piasecki owned a legal company. The company earned money legally, paid its taxes; the two of them split the profit and claimed it as business income on their tax returns. That the warehouse was a broken-down gas station, that it housed no books––who was ever to know?
"I just hope the old guy doesn't kick," Piasecki had said. "We've got to pray for the health of Jimmy's prostate."
When Kendall had signed the required forms, the lawyer said, "O.K., I'll file these papers for you Monday. And that's all there is to it. Congratulations, you're the proud new owner of a corporation in the state of Illinois."
Outside, Max was still whirling beneath the falling leaves. [#unhandled_cartoon]
"How many did you catch, buddy?" Kendall asked his son.
"Sixty-two!" Max shouted.
Kendall, copies of the papers tucked under his arm, looked up at the sky to watch the leaves, red and gold, spinning down toward the earth. The air smelled of autumn, of leaf raking, of the dependable and virtuous Midwest.
And now it was a Monday morning in January, start of a new week, and Kendall was on the train again, reading about America: "There is one country in the world where the great social revolution that I am speaking of seems to have nearly reached its natural limits." Kendall had a new pair of shoes on, two-tone cordovans from the Allen Edmonds store on Michigan Avenue. Otherwise, he looked the way he always did, same chinos, same shiny-elbowed corduroy jacket. Nobody on the train would have guessed that he wasn't the mild, bookish figure he appeared to be. No one would have imagined Kendall making his weekly drop-off at the mailbox outside the all-cash building (to keep the doormen from noticing the deposit envelopes addressed to the Kewanee bank). Seeing Kendall jotting figures in his newspaper, most riders assumed he was working out a Sudoku puzzle instead of estimating potential earnings from a five-year C.D. Kendall in his editor-wear had the perfect disguise. He was like Poe's purloined letter, hiding in plain sight.
Who said he wasn't smart?
The fear had been greatest the first few weeks. Kendall would awaken at 3 A.M. with what felt like a battery cable hooked to his navel. The current surged through him, as he sweated and twitched. What if Jimmy noticed the printing, shipping, and warehouse costs for the phantom books? What if Piasecki drunkenly confessed to a Ukrainian barmaid whose brother was a cop? Kendall's mind whirled with potential mishaps and dangers. How had he got into something like this with someone like that? In their transforming bedroom, with Stephanie sleeping beside him, unaware that she was bedding down with a criminal, Kendall lay awake for hours, jittery with visions of jail time and perp walks and the loss of his children.
It got easier after a while. Fear was like any other emotion. From an initial passionate stage, it slowly ebbed until it became routine and then barely noticeable. Plus, things had gone so well. Kendall drew up separate checks, one for the books they actually printed and another for the books he and Piasecki pretended to. On Friday, Piasecki entered these debits in his accounts against weekly income. "It looks like a profit-loss," he told Kendall. "We're actually saving Jimmy taxes. He should thank us."
"Why don't we let him in on it then?" Kendall said.
Piasecki only laughed. "Even if we did, he's so out of it he wouldn't remember."
Kendall kept to his low-profile plan, too. As the bank account of Midwestern Storage slowly grew, the same beaten-up old Volvo remained in his driveway. The money stayed away from prying eyes. It showed only inside. In the interior. Kendall said the word now. He said it every night, inspecting the work of the plasterers and carpenters and carpet installers. He was looking into additional interiors as well: the walled gardens of college-savings funds (the garden of Max, the garden of Eleanor); the inner sanctum of a SEP-I.R.A.
And there was something else hidden away in the interior: a wife. Her name was Arabella. She was from Venezuela and spoke no English. She'd cried with true alarm upon seeing the mountain of laundry in the master bedroom for the first time. But she'd hauled it away to the basement, load by load. Kendall and Stephanie were thrilled.
At the all-cash building, Kendall did something he hadn't done in a long time: he did his job. He finished abridging "Democracy in America" and Fed-Exed the color-coded manuscript to Jimmy in Montecito. He buried Jimmy under a flurry of new reprint proposals, writing one up every other day and shipping the nominated texts west. Instead of waiting for Jimmy to call the office, Kendall called Jimmy daily, sometimes twice a day, pestering him with questions. Just as Kendall had expected, Jimmy had at first taken his calls and then begun to complain about them and finally had told Kendall to stop bothering him with minutiae and to deal with things himself. Jimmy hardly called the office at all anymore.
Swamping Jimmy with work had been a clever idea. You could learn a lot about human nature, it turned out, from reading books.
The train deposited him at Union Station. Coming out onto Madison Street, Kendall could smell snow. There was a graininess to the air, which had itself warmed and grown windless, as it always did before a storm. Kendall took a cab (paying with untraceable cash) and had the driver let him out a block from the all-cash building. From there he trudged around the corner, looking as though he'd come on foot. With Mike, the doorman on duty, Kendall exchanged a proletarian greeting (they both worked here, after all) on his way to the gilded elevator.
The penthouse was empty. Not even a maid around. Passing the Jade Room, Kendall stepped in to admire the lighted display cases. He pulled open a custom drawer and found a horse's head. He'd thought jade was meant to be dark green. But that wasn't so. Jimmy had told him the best jade, the most rare, was light green in color, almost white. As was this equine example. For a moment, the beauty of the thing hit Kendall with full force. A thousand years ago, an artisan had carved this horse from a single piece of jade, rendering the animal in sinuous, pythonic form. Being able to appreciate an object of this kind was what Kendall had always appreciated about himself. What had counted as true riches.
The windows of his office showed the storm moving in across the lake. In front of the building, the sky was still blue. On Kendall's desk sat "The Pocket Democracy," just back from the (real) printer. It was as small and sleek as an iPod, easily slipped into a pocket: a concealed weapon of a book. Kendall was staring at it for the hundredth time, with disquiet, when the telephone rang.
"How's the weather up there?" It was Jimmy.
"Tolstoyan," Kendall said. "Snowstorm coming in."
"You like that sort of thing, right? Invigorating."
Soon Jimmy got around to business. "The 'Pocket Democracy,' " Jimmy said. "Just got it. I love it. Nice job."
"Thank you," Kendall said.
"What do the orders look like?"
"Good, actually."
"I think it's priced right. What about getting some reviews?"
"It's difficult getting reviews for a two-hundred-year-old book."
"Well, we should do some advertising then," Jimmy said. "Send me a list of places you think would be best. Not the fucking New York Review of Books. That's preaching to the converted. I want this book to get out there."
"Let me think a little," Kendall said.
"What else was there? Oh yeah! The bookmark! That's a great idea. Let's print bookmarks with the Great Experiment quote on them. Put one in every book. Maybe we can do posters, too. We might sell some books for once."
"That's the idea," Kendall said.
"If this book does as well as I hope it will, I tell you what," Jimmy said. "I'll give you health insurance."
Kendall hesitated only an instant. "That would be great."
"I don't want to lose you, kiddo. Plus, I'll be honest. It's a headache finding someone else."
The light in the room changed, dimmed. Kendall turned to see the wall of cloud approaching the shoreline. Snow flurries swirled against the windows.
This late generosity wasn't grounds for reappraisal and regret. Jimmy had taken his sweet time, hadn't he? And the promise was phrased in the conditional. No, let's wait and see how things turn out. If Kendall got insurance and a nice raise, then maybe he'd think about shutting Midwestern Storage down.
"Oh," Jimmy said. "One more thing."
Kendall waited, looking at the snow. It was like being in a submarine passing through a school of fish.
"Piasecki sent me the accounts. The numbers look funny."
"What do you mean?"
"What are we doing printing thirty thousand copies of Thomas Paine?" Jimmy said. "And why are we using two printers?"
At congressional hearings, in courtrooms, the accused C.E.O.s and C.F.O.s followed one of two strategies: either they said they didn't know, or they said they didn't remember.
"I don't remember why we printed thirty thousand," Kendall said. "I'll have to check the orders. I don't know anything about the printers. Piasecki handles that. Maybe someone offered us a better deal."
"The new printer is charging us a higher rate."
Piasecki hadn't told Kendall that. Piasecki had become greedy and kept it to himself.
"Listen," Jimmy said, "send me the contact info for the new printer. And for that storage place. I'm going to have my guy out here look into this."
The smart thing was to act nonchalant. But Kendall said, "What guy?"
"My accountant. You think I'd let Piasecki operate without oversight? No way! Everything he does gets double-checked out here. If he's pulling anything, we'll find out. And then Mr. Piasecki's up shit's creek."
Kendall sat up straighter in his desk chair, making the springs cry out.
"Listen, kiddo, I'm going to London next week," Jimmy said. "The house'll be empty. Why don't you bring your family out here for a long weekend? Get out of that cold weather."
When Kendall didn't reply, Jimmy said, "Don't worry. It's a nice house. I'll hide the porn."
Kendall's laugh sounded false to him. He wondered if it sounded false to Jimmy.
Far below, in the storm's wash cycle, a faint glimmer revealed rush-hour headlights along the Drive.
"Anyway, you did good, kiddo. You boiled Tocqueville down to his essence. I remember when I first read this book. Blew me away."
In his vibrant, scratchy voice, Jimmy began to recite a passage of "Democracy in America." It was the passage they were putting on the bookmarks. Out in Montecito, bald, liver-spotted, in a tank top and shorts probably, the old libertine and libertarian crowed out his favorite lines: "In that land the great experiment of the attempt to construct society upon a new basis was to be made by civilized man," Jimmy read, "and it was there, for the first time, that theories hitherto unknown, or deemed impracticable, were to exhibit a spectacle for which the world had not been prepared by the history of the past."
Snow pummelled the glass. The lakefront was obscured, the water too. Kendall was enclosed in a dark space high above a city rising from a coast engulfed in darkness.


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GARDEN CITY, N.Y. — So what's wrong with Anthony Weiner?
The New York congressman says he is seeking professional treatment "to focus on becoming a better husband and healthier person" following a sexting scandal that threatens to drive him from office.
Weiner hasn't specified what type of care he is getting, or where, raising questions about the depth of his troubles — or whether it's a simply a ploy to buy time and sympathy as his colleagues seek to push him from office.
"He certainly has a media relations nightmare and saying he needs treatment sounds a lot better than the alternatives," said Dr. Jeffrey T. Parsons, a sex addiction expert and psychology professor at Hunter College in New York City. "It's a lot harder to bash someone who says he is seeking treatment and help."
If he has opted for an inpatient treatment facility, experts say there are just a handful of places where he could be, including a Mississippi clinic where Tiger Woods reportedly sought help for his litany of marital indiscretions. Or perhaps he is getting outpatient advice on sexual addiction.
Parsons noted that sexual addiction is not officially recognized as a mental illness in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. There has been talk about including a passage on the topic in the next edition, describing it clinically as a hypersexual disorder, he said.
Experts witnessing the demise of the rising politician's reputation, if not his career, are among those opining from afar. Some say Weiner's actions — making electronic sexual contact with strangers — mimic the characteristics of drug addicts, alcoholics or problem gamblers.
"He's exhibiting behavior of an addict. The secrecy, the risk taking, the denial," said Robert Weiss, founder of the Sexual Recovery Institute in Los Angeles.
"I am sure he understood on some level what he was doing," Weiss said. "When someone like that is not in a state of arousal, they can have a more intellectual, nuanced view of things. But that gets lost in the euphoria. And he begins not thinking clearly."
Weiss, a nationally recognized expert who has appeared on the Oprah Winfrey and Larry King programs, said Weiner probably can't explain his actions because they are on some level inexplicable even to him.
"I have a lot of empathy for him. He really doesn't understand why," Weiss said. "He can't figure out why he made these choices."
Kimberly Young, clinical director of the Center for Online Addiction in Bradford, Pa., said that in many ways, Weiner's online behavior was "very commonplace." Plenty of men and women secretly live out their fantasies on the Internet, sometimes in compulsive fashion.
The treatment for online compulsion, she said is usually twofold. Patients have to first modify their online behavior; that might mean not using the computer during certain hours, or at certain locations, or only communicating with certain types of people online. Next, they must examine what mental health issues might be causing the behavior.
"Is he depressed, is he anxious and stressed out?" she said. "First you need to deal with the behavior, then deal with the reasons why that happened ... It will probably take more than a 28-day rehab program. ... The treatment has to fit the person."
Timothy Lee, a licensed clinical social worker who runs New York Pathways, which treats sexual addiction on an outpatient basis, said Weiner's proclivity for sending photos of himself to strangers likely has escalated over time.
"He didn't wake up and just start sending pictures," Lee said. "I assume this is some type of voyeuristic exhibitionism type behavior. But it does show how delusional one must be to engage in this behavior. To think that the person on the other end is going to get off on it?"
Behavior like Weiner has confessed to, Lee said, usually starts with an innocent joke or flirtation, perhaps with an acquaintance or co-worker, but can quickly escalate.
"The greater the risk, the more excited they get. It's sort of like the high gamblers get," Lee said. "The greater the risk in getting caught, the bigger the high. I would look at his abusing his sexuality like someone else might abuse a drug," Lee said.
Weiner's weekend announcement that he is seeking treatment was short on specifics; he did not explicitly say that he has entered a rehab facility. A statement said only that he requested "a short leave of absence from the House of Representatives so that he can get evaluated and map out a course of treatment to make himself well."
Lee said that if the congressman has gone for inpatient treatment, he would likely have to be in a program for 30 days or more, although some facilities offer help in less time. He said Pine Grove Behavioral Health and Addiction Services in Hattiesburg, Miss., where Woods reportedly went, has a 45-day program. The Meadows in Wickenburg, Ariz., has about a 30-day program, The Keystone in Chester, Pa., offers a 14-day program, other experts said.
Calls or e-mails to clinic officials seeking comment were not returned; most boast of offering confidentiality to patients.
As far as Weiner's prospects after treatment?
"People love a comeback story," Lee said. "From a PR perspective, going into rehab is the best thing he can do. Obviously he is also dealing with the humiliation he has brought upon his wife. It's just a sad case."


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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
MusicPad iPad App
OnlineSheetMusic now offers the ability to view any song you have purchased on our site on your iPad. You can also easily buy scores on the iPad browser and then use them in the app.
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3 comments:
- Anonymous said...
..if it's just 50% as good as the original MUSICPAD pro - it's a m u s t h a v e !
- December 9, 2010 at 7:02 AM
- Anonymous said...
When will it support playlists, the Air Turn, and user-scanned FH files? Those features will make this useful.
- December 20, 2010 at 11:00 AM
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These are all things we are working on. I don't have an estimate currently, but we are trying to add many features as fast as we can.
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Labeled NFS is an effort headed by Dave Quigley of the NSA to implement Mandatory Access Control within NFSv4
- Requirements draft (back when it was SELinux specific)
- GCN coverage Government Computer News on the project as Dave Q presents at IETF 71.
- "NSA Pushes 'Labeled' Access Control for NFS" Dark Reading coverage.
- IETF-71 Slides Presentation by Dave Quigley.
- MAC resources Posting to the NFSv4 IETF mailing list with pointers to information on Mandatory Access Control (MAC).
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Dozens came out to view the documentary by Jeremy Dean, "Dare Not Walk Alone." The film was screened during the 40th ACCORD Inc. event, Remembering Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s Struggle for Freedom in the Nation's Oldest City, at the Willie Galimore Community Center.
Following the documentary civil rights activists Janie Price, George Williams, Audrey Willis and Laura Charles gave personal accounts of their experiences during the 1960's Civil Rights Movement of St. Augustine. Among the many guests in attendance, five were from Jacksonville as well as two Northern visitors from Pennsylvania: Bobbi Leland and Beth Levenbach: who sponsored an ACCORD Freedom Trail Marker, which can be seen at 76 Washington St.
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