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1st October we are sailing towards Phuket, finally being released from the Lumut Shipyard. John Orr is being put on vacation as he is just plain sick of the last months pressure.
Weather is getting choppy after Penang Island so I decide to scurry north and sail between Langkawi and mainland as well as Ko Tarutao and mainland, the weather is sunny but windy. I get good cover from land, but once I emerge to open seas after Tarutao Island I get same old rodeo ride as before but it only lasts a few hours until Phi Phi Island. We have avoided the worst area and also no damages are sustained as we have secured everything to the hilt due to the forecasts we got from local weatherman.
During the passage my port radar decides once again to give up, same as our both echosounders, no news on that front, seems to be usual Nobeltec quality in play again despite no obvious problems.
I sail into the "Monk's channel" (Chong Pak Phra)to Yacht Haven on radar observation and anchor at 2 am in front of the marina. After a short nap and daybreak I heave up the anchor and move alongside with the highwater.
In afternoon I get ashore and do some serious shopping for provision and a new TV to the crew messroom that broke down in Lumut.
Next day 3rd starts in earnest to prepare for our MCA survey and various maintenance works.
6th Oct I send Saini to pick up our MCA surveyor Alf Cashmore and Naval Architect Mishraji while I move the yacht to in front of Phuket commercial port. The pier itself is occupied by Star Cruises m/v Superstar Virgo, a 75000GT behemoth. Later Mr. Cashmore and Mishraji join us onboard to survey the inclination arrangements that we have arranged same as last March.
We need to change the thread of the pendulums to metal wire so while sending both distinguished gentlemen ashore we race to a local hardware store to secure some piano wire.
Next day 7th Oct we start early, I heave up anchor at 5am and move alongside Phuket commercial pier that is now vacant. It is low water. We start marking the zero point and then moving the weights (1600kg in 4 piles). As we have minimized the personnel onboard we all get a decent morning exercise by moving the weights first from p to sb, the sb to p and as the reading were not that sure we moved another time p to sb and back. By that time it was 10 am and Alf and Mishraji were content with the results and we can relax for a few hours before pulling off in order to reach the high water in Yacht Haven. It is now raining heavily.
We leave in good order but encounter bad seas and rain squalls even in the close proximity while passing Phuket Bay, Ao Tha Lua and more north. We arrive well for the HW in Yacht Haven and make fast with no hassles at our usual place at the outer corner of Dock B.
Same evening I have dinner with both gentlemen in Phuket town and hurry back onboard to get some shuteye and give Saini instructions of next days "taxi" service.
8th Oct we finish our safety survey and I do the UKLAP exam with Alf, I pass after some gruesome instruction into the mechanics of the Empire and am finally eligible for a UK CeC. At end of day Saini sends Alf back tot the hotel and onwards to the airport, this years survey is complete. Now as we are nearing fulfilment of the commercial yacht status I can see our paperwork has tenfolded and surveys increased to annual instead of every 5 yrs. That is the price of safety.
But the pressure does not stop here, on the 9th I receive onboard our Company auditor, Mr. Ashoke Roy, he comes onboard scheduled to check out our accounts and inventories. By the 11th Ashoke has gone through a years worth of accounts and even found some obvious mistakes I've made but not to my benefit, ha-ha. At noon I drive Ashoke around Phuket for some last minute sightseeing and shopping before sending him away to the airport.
By this time I have my contractors working full ahead for MCA outstanding items as well as preparing for receiving Boss in December.
Not to keep me sitting on my laurels Cmde Mongia arrived on the 14th to inspect some plots for sale as well as meet with Nick Coombes from APS Langkawi in regards of the docking disaster in Lumut.
16th we meet with Nick and come to a mutual agreement (which I suppose you read earlier) and I send the Cmde back to India on his scheduled return flight.
Thereafter follows Diwali weekend and me and Saini & Kalpu drive away on 16th with our BBQ set to Trang to meet with Jira. Vivek and Raja Ram will follow next day as they got job 2 do.
Next week was rather uneventful, we were all back onboard working full ahead and maintaining Kalizma to her splendour. On 22nd I headed off to Thap Lamu to inspect the port as an option to moor at in case we would head up north along the coast.
Thap Lamu is a naval base but also has a fishing pier available. The pier is a 90 degree contraption from shore (about 50m long), quite high and offers no fancy shore connections or fresh water as in yacht marinas. E.g. Kalizma could not land a gangway at this pier. At the end is a staircase to the waterlevel, which I think caters well for tender boats. My idea is that I will anchor off the pier and use tender for any passenger/ crew transfers.
On the 23rd Oct was Toby Koehler's 40th Birthday. He invited whole crew (among all other yacht crews too) to participate in the festivities at Nai yang beach at the Beach Club. We all came with gusto (see other post).
On 24th we take down our tender boat and discover it is not working properly despite repair works earlier. We change boats and head for Phangnga Bay for sightseeing James Bond Island etc. Whole afternoon is spent driving from Is to Is with our tender and we see very photographic vistas and views. We can only "ooh" and "aah" at the spectacular views we are presented after every turn.
A brackish water steam on an uninhabited Island
The famous "James Bond" Island
Views in Phangnga Bay
Lime stone erosion at the waterline
Same evening I go down to Sapan Hin to look at the grande finale of the Phuket Vegetarian Festival, I tell you it was a lot of rockets and crackers...
Rest of the month goes in terms of work. On the 27th Sunil Sharma comes back from his long wanderings in the UK bureaucracy and Vivek prepares to leave for his tour of vacation in order to renew his CoC.
On the 31st we cast off and depart for Langkawi to see our old agent John Orr and Nick Coombes, and what happened then, I will let you know...


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Resources for WSUS & Group Policy Presentation
Presentation Downloads
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You can browse to the Windows Live SkyDrive folder here, or individual downloads below:
Managing / Deploying WSUS 3.0 Deck
Group Policy Preferences Deck
And some other resources that we discussed during the presentations:
Group Policy links
- Link to Group Policy TechNet page http://www.microsoft.com/technet/grouppolicy
- Group Policy Wiki http://grouppolicy.editme.com
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Starting point for all WSUS information
Product overview
Links to our great documentation, including:
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Caravan Holidays in Keswick, Lake District
About our Caravan Holidays
We have a selection of two and three bedroom static holiday caravans, perfect for caravan holidays in Keswick, the Lake District. All of our self catering caravans are furnished and equipped to a high standard and are located to take the best advantage of the scenery. Each caravan features a fully fitted and equipped kitchen with everything you need, a shower room with toilet and basin, a television, a gas fire in the lounge and electric heating in the other rooms. All gas, electric and bed linen is provided at no extra cost, however please bring your own towels. Please note that it is not possible to put extra beds in the caravans. We can however remove a single bed from a twin room to allow for a baby's cot.
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Extra Beds: 1 cot (remove single bed)
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Staying Wam While Exercising in the Cold
Staying Warm While Exercising in the Cold
Now that Winter is here, it's time for snow, ice and darn cold weather. But don't let that deter your exercise program. You can still work out in the cold weather. Check out these tips from St. Louis Personal Trainers on staying warm while working out in the cold.
Here are some suggestions on how to stay on the move in cold temperatures.
Wear synthetic fabrics: Polypropylene insulates much better than a double-thick cotton sweatshirt.
Don't overdress: You want to limit sweating so that when the cold hits you do not get chilled.
Layering is key. The ACSM recommends that you wear a synthetic material like polypropylene against your skin to allow sweat to pass through the fabric away from your body. The second layer should be wool, polyester, or fleece, which provides primary insulation. The third layer should be chosen for its ability to keep the cold air, wind, and rain out — something lightweight and artificial. If you get too warm, you can strip off a layer.
Cover your head: You can lose a tremendous amount of heat through your uncovered head, so wear a hat, cap or hood.
Wear warm socks: Your feet get cold first. Wear appropriate shoes, insulate them with warm socks and keep them dry. Take it from me (Maurie Cofman, AHFS, CES, TBMM-CES, Personal Trainer and Corrective Exercise Specialist in the St. Louis, Brentwood, and Clayton, MO area), you don't want to get your socks or your mittens wet. All I can say is OUCH.
Wear mittens: Because of the large surface area to volume, your hands are susceptible to cold. Gloves or mittens should be worn before the hands become cold. Choose mittens over gloves because the fingers can warm each other and the mitten decreases the exposed surface area.
Drink plenty of fluids: If you can see your breath, you're seeing moisture leave your body. Drink water before you go out, and bring some with you. But don't drink alcohol — it makes you lose heat.
Cold is a stress on the body, and so is exercise: Together they may be too much for someone not in optimal health. People who have diabetes, who take certain medications or who are older are at greater risk that their body temperature will drop in cold weather.
Warm up: It is important before exercising regardless of the weather, but even more so when it gets cold. Cold air doesn't damage the lungs: Even very cold air is warmed to body temperature by the time it hits the lungs. But for some people with asthma, cold air can trigger an attack.
For more information on working out in the cold, contact Maurie Cofman, AHFS, CES, TBMM-CES, Personal Trainer and Corrective Exercise Specialist in the St. Louis, Brentwood, and Clayton, MO area.


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But even if you've got a teacup Poodle wrapped up in a dog sweater, chances are that your dog is more eager to head outside than you are this time of year. With snow and ice on the ground and a bitter chill in the air, walking the dog isn't always a blast come December or January. But your pet still needs a lot of exercise – so what's the solution? Consider a few of these ideas.
Go for shorter walks more often. If being outside for long durations is too uncomfortable, try to take shorter walks more often with your dog. In the end, he or she will hopefully get about the same amount of exercise, and once the cold has started to seep through your layers, you'll be able to head back in and recuperate before the next stroll.
Hit up an indoor doggie gym. Believe it or not, these exist. Often referred to as indoor off-leash dog parks, these locales are a great way for your pet to burn off excess energy and get into shape without adventuring into the Antarctic chill. Plus, your dog can socialize with a number of new friends. Do a quick online search to find the best indoor dog parks close to you!
Play a bit around the house. You'd be surprised how much an indoor game of catch can contribute to your dog's daily exercise – especially when you're talking about small breeds. It can't hope to match the calorie-burning extravaganza of a dog park, but cumulatively, it'll definitely help. So, grab a tennis ball or tug-of-war rope and have a blast!
Get in on the outdoor action. If you've got a yard or know of a snowy park where you can let your dog off the leash, there's no reason why the two of you can't have fun romping around together. And while it's certain to be cold outside, if you're putting your fair share of enthusiastic energy into playing, you're more likely to stay warm and probably get a workout yourself. Leaping around in the snow is actually pretty great exercise – and your dog will love the companionship! This content post is provided by the pet experts at Hartz.


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Sara Lippincott, who now lives in Pasadena, having retired as an editor at this magazine in the early nineteen-nineties, worked in The New Yorker's fact-checking department from 1966 until 1982. She had a passion for science, and when pieces of writing about science came into the magazine they were generally copied to her desk. In 1973, a long piece of mine called "The Curve of Binding Energy" received her full-time attention for three or four weeks and needed every minute of it. Explaining her work to an audience at a journalism school, Sara once said, "Each word in the piece that has even a shred of fact clinging to it is scrutinized, and, if passed, given the checker's imprimatur, which consists of a tiny pencil tick." From that sixty-thousand-word piece of mine—which was about weapons-grade nuclear material in private industry and what terrorists might or might not do with it—one paragraph in particular stands out in memory for the degree of difficulty it presented to her and the effort she made to keep it or kill it.
It was a story told to me by John A. Wheeler, who, during the Second World War, had been the leading physicist in residence at the Hanford Engineer Works, on the Columbia River in south-central Washington, where he attended the startup and plutonium production of the first large-scale nuclear reactor in the world. In 1939, with the Danish physicist Niels Bohr, Wheeler had identified the atomic nuclei most prone to fission and the consequent release of binding energy. In 1943-44, as the first reactor was being designed for Hanford, Wheeler had insisted on expanding its fundamental cross-section from a circle to a square, so that five hundred extra fuel rods could be inserted, if necessary, into the graphite matrix of the reactor—a colossally expensive alteration made because Wheeler had come to suspect that something like xenon poisoning might affect the reaction. It did, and the increased neutron flux from the additional fuel rods took care of the problem. In Professor Wheeler's office at Princeton University in 1973, I had scribbled notes for about an hour when he said, as a kind of afterthought, that an odd thing happened at Hanford in the winter of 1944-45, or, perhaps, did not happen. He had not observed it himself. He had never seen it mentioned in print. Hanford was a vast, spread-out place in the bunchgrass country, full of rumors, secrecy, and apocryphal stories. If I were to use this story, I would have to authenticate it on my own because he had no idea if it was true. He said he had heard that a Japanese incendiary balloon—one of the weapon balloons that were released in Japan and carried by the jet stream across the Pacific Ocean—had landed on the reactor that was making the plutonium that destroyed Nagasaki, and had shut the reactor down.
The Japanese called the balloons fusen bakudan. Thirty-three feet in diameter, they were made of paper and were equipped with incendiary devices or high explosives. In less than a year, nine thousand were launched from a beach on Honshu. They killed six people in Oregon, five of them children, and they started forest fires, and they landed from Alaska to Mexico and as far east as fifteen miles from the center of Detroit. Completing the original manuscript of "The Curve of Binding Energy," which was otherwise not about Hanford, I wrote half a dozen sentences on the balloon that shut down the reactor, and I turned the piece in. If Wheeler's story was true, it would make it into print. If unverifiable, it would be deleted. I hoped it was true. The rest was up to Sara.
Her telephone calls ricocheted all over the United States: from Brookhaven to Bethesda, from La Jolla to Los Alamos, not to mention Hanford and various targets in the District of Columbia. Interspersed with everything else she had to do in order to arrive—one word at a time—at those countless ticks, she went on making calls about the incendiary balloon for days on end. At last came an apparent breakthrough. Someone told her that he could not authenticate the story, but he knew absolutely who could.
"Oh, yes? Who?"
"John Wheeler."
I told Sara to abandon the anecdote. The tale was almost surely someone's invention; we should just delete it; she had done enough. She went on making phone calls.
If Sara was looking for information in the dark, the darkness was the long shadow of the wartime secrecy, when forty-five thousand people, from construction workers to theoreticians, lived in Hanford, Pasco, Kennewick, and, especially, Richland, a village of two hundred that the Army bought in 1943 and soon enhanced with more than four thousand houses. The large population notwithstanding, Hanford Engineer Works, of the Manhattan Project, was so secret that the Joint Chiefs of Staff did not know about it. Harry Truman learned of it only after the death of Franklin Roosevelt, in April, 1945. People at Hanford lived among posters that said "Don't Be Caught with Your Mouth Open." They set their urine in bottles on their doorsteps at night so it could be tested for contained plutonium. The people of Richland made babies at a higher rate than any other place in the nation. There was little else to make except plutonium. To put an ear to the ground, so to speak, and listen for spies, a resident F.B.I. agent went to brothels in Pasco and Kennewick, taking with him his beautiful wife. She sat in the car while he did his counter-espionage inside. To profile people who might be easy targets for spies, F.B.I. agents went from house to house trying to learn who the heavier drinkers were and who was climbing into what neighbor's bed. Hanford Engineer Works had its own justices of the peace, its own jail. Taverns were erected for the nighttime bibulation of construction workers, whose tendency to brawl was so intense that Wheeler later recalled "those beer joints with windows close to ground level so that tear gas could be squirted in."
Key personnel were known by false names. Enrico Fermi was Mr. Farmer. Eugene Wigner was Mr. Winger. Arthur Compton was Mr. Comas. People referred to Wheeler as Johnny the Genie. Radiation exposure was called "shine," and the word for radiation itself was "activity." One technician who slipped up and used the "R" word was called to an office and chewed. With extremely few exceptions, the personnel had no idea what they were doing, but they did what they were told. ("We all washed our hands so many times a day I thought I was Lady Macbeth.") The Manhattan Project, at Hanford as elsewhere, required the " 'immediate high amputation' of any human limb with a cut contaminated by plutonium." There could have been a safety billboard: 29 DAYS WITHOUT A HUMERUS LOST. There were black-widow spiders in people's houses. One woman called the government hospital and asked what she should do if a black widow bit her three-year-old daughter. Hospital: "If she goes into convulsions, bring her in. . . ." On and off the site, rumors were ceaseless about Hanford's contribution to the war effort: variously, it was a P.O.W. camp, a processor of solid rocket fuel, a biological kitchen preparing things for germ warfare, a nylon production line (DuPont was the prime industrial contractor). Asked what was really going on, the Army's knowledgeable liaison, Captain Frank Valente, said, "We are dehydrating the Columbia River for shipment overseas."
And now, in late 1973 at The New Yorker, the moment was rapidly approaching when "The Curve of Binding Energy" would go to press and alterations would no longer be possible. Once again, I thanked Sara and told her to remove the story of the Japanese balloon. O.K., she said, but maybe if she found a free moment that final afternoon she would make another call or two. Or three. And she did, and she turned up someone in Delaware who told her that he could not authenticate the story, but he knew absolutely who could.
Oh? Who would that be? John Wheeler?
The site manager, B Reactor. He would surely have known if an incendiary balloon had lit up his building.
Where is he now?
Retired in Florida.
Sara looked up his telephone number. The checking department in those days was equipped floor to ceiling with telephone books. She called. He was not home. He had gone shopping.
The mall.
Sara called the police. She told them the situation, asked for help, and gave them her telephone number.
Minutes went by but not hours. The piece had not yet gone to press when the site manager called. He was in a telephone booth, the ancestral cell. Sara explained her purpose and read to him a passage that ended as follows:
The fire balloons were so successful, in fact, that papers were asked not to print news of them, because the United States did not want to encourage the Japanese to release more. The balloon that reached Hanford crossed not only the Pacific but also the Olympic Mountains and the alpine glaciers of the Cascade Range. It now landed on the building containing the reactor that was producing the Nagasaki plutonium, and shut the reactor down.
The manager said to Sara, "How did you know that?"
He went on to say that the balloon had not actually landed on the building but on a high-tension line carrying power to the reactor. There was just enough time to make the fix.
A-Rod makes an occasional error, and so does The New Yorker. Rarest of all is a fact that was not erroneous in the original manuscript but became an error in the checking process. When this happens, it can fairly be called an event, like the day the soap sank at Procter & Gamble. This has happened to me only once—and nearly thirty years ago. If blame is to be assigned, heaven forbid, I am not the assignee, and neither is Sara, who checked the piece. Called "Basin and Range," it was the first in a series of long pieces on geology that appeared from time to time across a dozen years. It had extensive introductory passages on themes like plate tectonics and geologic time. In the original manuscript, one paragraph said:
It is the plates that move. They all move. They move in varying directions and at different speeds. The Adriatic Plate is moving north. The African Plate once came up behind it and drove it into Europe—drove Italy like a nail into Europe—and thus created the Alps.
C Issue, B Issue, A Issue, the schedule drifted, as ever, toward the brink of time, the final and irreversible closing. In one's head as in the surrounding building, things speed up in the ultimate hours and can become, to say the least, frenetic. Joshua Hersh, a modern fact-checker who is characteristically calmer than marble, refers to this zone of time as "the last-minute heebie-jeebies." As "Basin and Range" came within fifteen minutes of closing, so many rocks were flying around in my head that I would have believed Sara if she had told me that limestone is the pit of a fruit. At one minute to zero, she came to tell me that I was wrong about the Adriatic Plate, that it is not moving north but southwest.
Desperately, I said, "Who told you that?"
She said, "Eldridge Moores."
World-class plate theorist, author of innumerable scientific papers on the ophiolitic sequence as the signature of global tectonics, president to be of the Geological Society of America, Eldridge Moores was the generous and quixotic geologist who had undertaken to teach me, on field trip after field trip, the geologic history of, among other places, California, Arizona, Greece, and Cyprus. My head spinning, I said to Sara, "If Eldridge Moores says the Adriatic Plate is moving southwest, it's moving southwest. Please change the sentence."
In the new New Yorker on the following Monday, the Adriatic Plate was on its way to Morocco. Leafing through the magazine in an idle moment that week, I called Eldridge and found him in his office at the University of California, Davis. I said, "Eldridge, if the Adriatic Plate is moving southwest, what are the Alps doing there?"
He said, "The Adriatic Plate?"
I said, "The Adriatic Plate."
I believe I actually heard him slap his forehead. "Oh, no!" he said. "Not the Adriatic Plate! The Aegean Plate. The Aegean Plate is moving southwest."
The worst checking error is calling people dead who are not dead. In the words of Josh Hersh, "It really annoys them." Sara remembers a reader in a nursing home who read in The New Yorker that he was "the late" reader in the nursing home. He wrote demanding a correction. The New Yorker, in its next issue, of course complied, inadvertently doubling the error, because the reader died over the weekend while the magazine was being printed.
Any error is everlasting. As Sara told the journalism students, once an error gets into print it "will live on and on in libraries carefully catalogued, scrupulously indexed . . . silicon-chipped, deceiving researcher after researcher down through the ages, all of whom will make new errors on the strength of the original errors, and so on and on into an exponential explosion of errata." With drawn sword, the fact-checker stands at the near end of this bridge. It is, in part, why the job exists and why, in Sara's words, a publication will believe in "turning a pack of professional skeptics loose on its own galley proofs." Newspapers do not have discrete fact-checking departments, but many magazines do. When I first worked at Time—in the year 957, during the reign of Eadwig the All-Fair—Time's writers were men, and the researcher/fact-checkers were women. They were expert. When I freelanced a piece to the Atlantic, I asked who would do the fact-checking and was told, "That's up to you." The Atlantic had a nil budget for fact-checking. A little later, when I sold a piece to National Geographic it seemed to have more fact-checkers than there are Indians in the Amazon. Holiday and the Saturday Evening Post were only a little less assiduous. While The New Yorker's fact-checking department had achieved early fame in its field, many other magazines have been just as committed and careful. Twenty-eight years after that first Atlantic piece, I sold the Atlantic a second one, and this time experienced a checking process equivalent to The New Yorker's.
Book publishers prefer to regard fact-checking as the responsibility of authors, which, contractually, comes down to a simple matter of who doesn't pay for what. If material that has appeared in a fact-checked magazine reappears in a book, the author is not the only beneficiary of the checker's work. The book publisher has won a free ticket to factual respectability. Publishers who, for early-marketing purposes, set a text in stone before a magazine's checking department has been through it get what they deserve. An almost foolproof backup screen to the magazine-to-book progression is the magazine's vigilant readership. After an error gets into The New Yorker, heat-seeking missiles rise off the earth and home in on the author, the fact-checker, the editor, and even the shade of the founder. As the checking department summarizes it, "No mistakes go unnoticed by readers." In the waning days of 2005, Rebecca Curtis's fine short story "Twenty Grand" appeared in The New Yorker. Its characters, in 1979, go into a McDonald's for Chicken McNuggets. McNuggets appeared in The New Yorker's Christmas mail. McDonald's had introduced them in 1983.
On the scattered occasions when such a message has come to me, I have written to the reader a note of thanks (unless the letter is somewhere on the continuum between mean-spirited and nasty, which is rarely the case). "You're right!" I say. "And I am very grateful to you, because that mistake will not be present when the piece appears in book form." If, in the reader's letter, there has been just a tonal hint of a smirk, I cannot help adding, "If a lynx-eyed reader like you has gone through those thousands of words and has found only one mistake, I am quite relieved."
In the comfortable knowledge that the fact-checking department is going to follow up behind me, I like to guess at certain names and numbers early on, while I change and re-change and listen to sentences, preferring to hear some ballpark figure or approximate date than the dissonant clink of journalistic terms: WHAT CITY, $000,000, name TK, number TK, Koming. These are forms of promissory note, and a checker is expected to pay it. Koming means what koming sounds like and is sort of kute; TK means "to come." At least for me, they don't serve the sound of a drafted sentence as well as flat-out substitutes, pro-tem inventions. In a freight train a mile and a half long, there is a vital tube of air that runs the full length and controls the brakes. In "Coal Train" (2005), I felt a need for analogy and guessed at one:
The releasing of the air brakes began at the two ends, and moved toward the middle. The train's very long integral air tube was like the air sac of an American eel.
Before long, the checking department was up to its chin in ichthyologists, and I was informed by Josh Hersh that the air sac of an American eel is proportionally a good deal shorter than the air sac in most ordinary fish.
"Who says so?"
"Willy Bemis."
Willy Bemis is to the anatomy of fishes what Eldridge Moores is to tectonics. Willy was the central figure in a book of mine that had been published three years before, parts of which appeared in The New Yorker. He had since left the University of Massachusetts to become director of Shoals Marine Laboratory, the offshore classrooms of Cornell University and the University of New Hampshire. I called him in Ithaca to ask what could be done. Ever accommodating, Willy at first tried to rationalize the eel. Maybe its air sac was up to the job after all. Maybe the analogy would work. I said the eel would never make it through the checking department, or, for that matter, past me. We were close to closing, and right offhand Willy was unable to think of a species with a long enough sac. What to do? What else? He called Harvard. The train's very long integral air tube was like the air sac of a rope fish.
On the Merrimack River in Merrimack, New Hampshire, is a Budweiser brewery that brewed its first Bud in 1970. In 1839, John and Henry Thoreau passed the site in their homemade skiff on the journey that resulted in Henry's first book. A run of white water there had been known as Cromwell's Falls since the seventeenth century, but, Thoreau wrote, "these falls are the Nesenkeag of the Indians," and he went on to say, "Great Nesenkeag Stream comes in on the right just above." New Hampshire has a number of place names that end in the letters "k e a g." The "keag" is pronounced as if the "a" were missing; i.e., "keg." In 2003, my son-in-law Mark Svenvold and I went through Nesenkeag Falls and Namaskeag Falls and Amoskeag Falls, in an Old Town canoe, tracing the Thoreaus' upstream journey, and while dragging the canoe up the rapids I found myself wondering how many kegs that Budweiser plant could produce in a day. Back home and writing, I made up a number out of thin air, and it is what Anne Stringfield, checking the facts, saw on her proof:
Just above Cromwell's Falls on Route 3, very close to but not visible from the river, is a Budweiser brewery that has a production average of thirteen thousand kegs a day.
Never underestimate AnheuserBusch. The average production turned out to be eighteen thousand kegs in a day.
Another fluvial piece—"Tight-Assed River"—was checked by Josh Hersh in 2004. He found this on his proof:
People say, "The Illinois River? What's that? Never heard of it. Where does it go?" Actually, there are two Illinois Rivers in America, each, evidently, as well known as the other.
One is in Illinois, another is in Arkansas and Oklahoma; and those two are all you will find in Merriam-Webster's Geographical Dictionary, which is among the checking department's more revered references. Josh dove into the Web, and came up with a third—an Illinois River in Oregon, which is not well known even in Oregon.
Actually, there are three Illinois Rivers in America, each, evidently, as well known as the others. (And now, with this piece, in January of 2009, the fact-checking department has found yet another Illinois River—in Colorado. If I were to republish this bit of fluvial information forty-six more times, evidently we would find an Illinois River in every state in the Union.)That feat, on Josh's part, was just a stretching exercise before he took on, among other things, a cabin boat that was drifting idly on the eponymous Illinois while a vessel longer than an aircraft carrier bore down upon it sounding five short blasts, the universal statement of immediate danger. The vessel, more than eleven hundred feet long and wired rigid, was made up of fifteen barges pushed by a "towboat." I was in the pilothouse scribbling notes. At just about the point where the cabin boat would go into our blind spot—the thousand feet of water that we in the pilothouse can't see—people appear on the cabin boat's deck, the boat starts up, and in a manner that seems both haughty and defiant moves slowly and slightly aside. We grind on downriver as the boat moves up to pass us port to port, making its way up the thousand feet of barges to draw even with the pilothouse. Two men and two women are in the cabin boat. The nearest woman—seated left rear in the open part of the cockpit—is wearing a black-and-gold two-piece bathing suit. She has the sort of body you go to see in marble. She has golden hair. Quickly, deftly, she reaches with both hands behind her back and unclasps her top. Setting it on her lap, she swivels ninety degrees to face the towboat square. Shoulders back, cheeks high, she holds her pose without retreat. In her ample presentation there is defiance of gravity. There is no angle of repose. She is a siren, and these are her songs.
So far so checkable. Something like that can be put—in New Yorker-speak—"on author." It was my experience, my description, my construction, my erection. No one seemed worried about the color of the bathing suit. I went on, though, to say something close to this:
She is Henry Moore's "Oval with Points." Moore said, "Rounded forms convey an idea of fruitfulness, maturity, probably because the earth, women's breasts, and most fruits are rounded, and these shapes are important because they have this background in our habits of perception. I think the humanist organic element will always be for me of fundamental importance in sculpture."
And now we were into deep checking. In 1975, I had telephoned Lynn Fraker, who was a docent for the art museum at Princeton, where Moore's "Oval with Points" is one of a couple of dozen very large and primarily abstract sculptures that stand outdoors around the campus. I wanted to use them as description exercises in a writing class that I was about to teach for the first time. The Henry Moore, eleven feet tall, is shaped like a doughnut, and from each of its interior sides a conical and breastlike bulge extends toward another conical and breastlike bulge, their business ends nearly touching, as if they were on the ceiling of a chapel. It was my opinion that students should be able to do a better description than that. "Doughnut," for example, was not a word that should be allowed to rise into the company of Henry Moore, and, in every class I have taught since then, I have used the notes from that talk with Lynn Fraker. They include the words of Henry Moore, which she recited from memory. And now in 2004 I had no idea where she read them. She had left Princeton decades before, had remarried, and was unreachable.
The Internet was no help, but Josh, searching through the catalogues of the New York Public Library, learned that collections of Moore's commentaries on sculptural art were in a midtown branch, across Fifth Avenue from the library's main building. After an hour or two there, he found an essay by Moore from a 1937 issue of the BBC's The Listener. In the next-to-last paragraph were the words that Lynn Fraker had rattled off to me. They needed very little adjustment to be rendered verbatim, as they are above. After which, we were back to "on author":
She has not moved—this half-naked Maja outnakeding the whole one. Her nipples are a pair of eyes staring the towboat down. For my part, I want to leap off the tow, swim to her, and ask if there is anything I can do to help.
Perhaps I am giving the fact-checkers too much credit. After all, I do what they do before they do. I don't leave a mountain of work to them, and this is especially true if The New Yorker has rejected the piece and I am forging ahead to include it in a book, as happened in 2002, when the magazine turned a cold eye—for some inexplicable reason—on twelve thousand words about the American history of a fish. So I checked the virginal parts of the book myself, risking analogy with the attorney who defends himself and has a fool for a client. The task took me three months—trying to retrace the facts in the manuscript by as many alternate routes as I could think of, as fact-checkers routinely do. There were a couple of passages that slowed things down almost to a halt, when, for one reason or another, it took eons on the Internet and more time in libraries to determine what to do or not to do.
Penn's daughter Margaret fished in the Delaware, and wrote home to a brother asking him to "buy for me a four joynted strong fishing Rod and Real with strong good Lines . . ."
The problem was not with the rod or the real but with William Penn's offspring. Should there be commas around Margaret or no commas around Margaret? The presence or absence of commas would, in effect, say whether Penn had one daughter or more than one. The commas—there or missing there—were not just commas; they were facts, neither more nor less factual than the kegs of Bud or the color of Santa's suit. Margaret, one of Penn's several daughters, went into the book without commas. Moving on, I tried to check this one:
On Wednesday, August 15, 1716, near Cambridge, Massachusetts, Cotton Mather fell out of a canoe while fishing on Spy Pond. After emerging soaked, perplexed, fishless, he said, "My God, help me to understand the meaning of it!" Before long, he was chastising his fellow clerics for wasting God's time in recreational fishing. Not a lot of warmth there. Better to turn to the clergyman Fluviatulis Piscator, known to his family as Joseph Seccombe, who was twenty-one years old when Cotton Mather died. Beside the Merrimack River, in 1739, Piscator delivered a sermon that was later published as "A Discourse utter'd in Part at Ammauskeeg-Falls, in the Fishing-Season." There are nine copies in existence. One was sold at auction in 1986 for fourteen thousand dollars. The one I saw was at the Library Company of Philadelphia. Inserted in it was a book dealer's description that said, "First American book on angling; first American publication on sports of field and stream. Seccombe's defense of fishing is remarkable for coming so early, in a time when fishing for fun needed defending."
There was, in all of that, one part of one sentence that proved, in 2002, exceptionally hard to check. It could easily have been rewritten in a different way, but I stubbornly wished to check it. To wit:
Joseph Seccombe, who was twenty-one years old when Cotton Mather died.
In order to tick those exact and un-modified words, you would need to know not only the year in which Mather died and the year in which Seccombe was born but also the month and day for each. When Mather died, on February 13, 1728, Seccombe was either twenty-one or twenty-two. Which? The Internet failed me. Libraries failed me. The complete works of Joseph Seccombe and Fluviatulis Piscator failed me. I called Kingston, New Hampshire, where he had served as minister for more than twenty years. The person I reached generously said she would look through town and church records and call me back, which she did, two or three days later. She was sorry. She had looked long and hard, but in Kingston evidently the exact date of Seccombe's birth was nowhere to be found. I was about to give up and insert "in his early twenties" when a crimson light bulb lit up in my head. If Joseph Seccombe was a minister in 1737 (the year he arrived in Kingston), he had been educated somewhere, and in those days in advanced education in the Province of Massachusetts Bay there was one game in town. I called Harvard.
By the main switchboard, I was put through to someone who listened to my question and said right back, within a few seconds, "June 14, 1706." ♦


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Quote of the Day
"Our message only tastes good to those who wish to be cleansed from sin and preserved from everlasting death, not to those who hate God."
- by Stephen Davey (from Becoming a Saltshaker?)
Today's Answer
The Secret of Contentment?
Charles Stanley
After his encounter with Jesus on the road to Damascus, Paul had much to learn about salvation and following Christ. Throughout his life, the apostle shared what he was discovering. In his letter to the church at Philippi, he wrote about a very important life lesson - the secret of being content.
What kind of life do you think brings contentment? You might assume it is one with few troubles or great success. You may want good health, financial security, and a loving family. Paul's life was not at all like this. He was in danger from both his own countryman and the opposition (2 Corinthians 11:23-26). Sometimes the people listened, but more often, they were hostile to his message. He also had a "thorn in the flesh" which God refused to remove (2 Corinthians 12:7-9). And Paul even spent considerable time in prison, chained to a guard. Yet he boldly wrote, " I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation" (Philippians 4:12, NIV).
The secret he discovered was to live on the basis of his position in the Lord, not his feelings. As God's child, Paul knew he was spiritually rich - "blessed . . . with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ" (Ephesians 1:3) because he had a loving Father and the Holy Spirit's guidance.
Contentment in our media-driven age is hard to find and harder to keep. There's always something newer, bigger, or better to buy and someone else who has what you want. When you feel unsatisfied, try basing your response on your position as a co-heir with Christ (Romans 8:17) rather than feelings.
Taken from "The Secret of Contentment " by In Touch Ministries (used by permission).
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A woman awoken in air, a soldier forged by fire, a weapon risen from blood.
Vhalla Yarl has made it to the warfront in the North. Forged by blood and fire, she has steeled her heart for the final battle of the Solaris Empire's conquest. The choices before Vhalla are no longer servitude or freedom, they are servitude or death. The stakes have never been higher as the Emperor maintains his iron grip on her fate, holding everything Vhalla still has left to lose in the balance.
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What an amazing series and writer. May is such a long wait for the next book but it's so worth it!
I was searching for a book that has librarian and magic in it, what inspired me to do that is a long story, anyway, that search lead me to this series, thank God! It is so so good! Here we have an apprentice librarian, Vhalla Yarl, who is sweet, innocent and smart, turned into a sorcerer and not just any sorcerer, but a powerful one, a windbreaker. Then there's the prince, Aldrin, the crown prince, a fire lord, whom Vhalla accidentally bonded and later fell in love with. Both have to fight to keep each other and fight for the war they are facing. And so much more!
I love how Vhalla's character grew, and though she is stronger and has grown into this powerful person, yet her vulnerability remains.
There is so much to say about all the characters and the storyline, I'll some it up to just breathtakingly, heartrendingly good. I could not get enough on the awesome action scenes, it's like I'm there and I want to edge them on, like "go go go, fight, run!" Lol. And the romance, it's heartbreaking, there is so much angst, specially in this third part of the series. It makes me want to scream "Enough!" specially for Vhal.
Aldrik and Vhal, together, with such intense feelings and their combined power, it was so beautiful to read I could cry. 🙂
I'll just stop my review here and just leave a sample of one of my favourite action scenes :
"Wind Demon," the man growled, his sword at her chin. The other Northerner was behind her. He allowed Vhalla to sit, which was his first mistake. He spat a few words at her in a language she didn't understand, and Vhalla took the opportunity to twist her wrist and magically jerk the sword from his hand. Vhalla turned her head and watched it impale the eye of the Northerner behind her.
A boot met her temple and Vhalla rolled, overcompensating for the man's second sword plunging into the ground next to her. Vhalla grasped the weapon from the fallen Northerner's face, then stood on shaky legs. The man took a careful step in a wide arc, and the forest seemed to hold its breath as she stared him down.
The tension quivered, then broke.
Vhalla lunged, letting the man disarm her. He grinned wildly in false triumph and Vhalla's palm clamped over his mouth. His face exploded with Vhalla's cry of anguish as she forced every last ounce of power she had in her down his throat and outward. Covered in blood, shaking, Vhalla turned her eyes skyward.
"Run!" she screamed. "Run or suffer the fate of your friends." The last warrior hovered in the trees above her. Vhalla didn't know if they understood her words, but she knew what they had seen.
"Run fast, for you will need to outrun the wind!"
And one of my favourite romantic liners: ( a scene where Aldrik presented Vhal with a gift, a pocket watch as a symbol of a promise)
"You wished for time," Aldrik explained. "I heard each utterance when you beseeched time to stop, for mornings not to come. I want you to know I shared your every sentiment. I wanted to give you the promise of my minutes, my hours, my days." His long fingers curled around hers, around the watch. "My future is yours, Vhalla Yarl."
I am officially a huge fan of Ms. Elise Kova, what a treasure to find! One the best fantasy-magic-romance series that I've read this year.


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KOCHI, India — Dreaming of spices described in the Book of Kings, I came to this southern port city built in the 14th century to learn about its longstanding but tiny Jewish presence and its food, which some believe dates back to the time of the Bible.
I left with a better understanding of the people and their history, as well as a chicken dish for Passover, after eating first in the home of Queenie Hallegua, 78, who lives in Kochi's Jew Town, in what used to be the center of the pepper auction run by Jewish merchants, and then the next day in the home of another accomplished cook.
Mrs. Hallegua, whose great-grandfather came as a peddler from Iraq and whose grandfather Samuel Koder, a merchant, is credited by the family with bringing electricity and the ferries to Kochi, lives on Synagogue Lane in a building decorated with ancient Indian signs.
Though there are fewer than 10 Jews in her neighborhood now, Mrs. Hallegua remembers what it was like growing up when several thousand lived in the area. Over a glass of her pungent Passover wine, made from boiled raisins blended with water and then strained through a cloth, she told me about how she carefully sifts her grains and spices to clean them in preparation for Passover cooking.
"Pesach work began in January, when we bought rice, cleaned and washed it, pounding some into rice flour," Mrs. Hallegua said. "We also cleaned chiles, coriander, cinnamon, pepper, ginger and cardamom, and set some aside for Passover."
Most spices were harvested in December and January, then dried in the sun for two or three days, roasted and ground. Mrs. Hallegua showed me her separate Passover kitchen, outfitted with a large stone mortar and pestle used to grind spices and a flat granite stone for grinding coconut, chiles and coriander.
"In the olden days we made our own matzo," she said. "We pounded the wheat collected in fields, and people gathered to cook it on a grill over a wood fire in our courtyard — sometimes in 100-degree heat." The matzo, similar to that of Yemenite Jews, is thicker than the machine-made variety sold in the United States.
These days, Mrs. Hallegua goes to the mill and buys prepackaged rice, rice flour and spices, which she cleans again for Passover. But she still boils down dates to the texture of honey in a copper caldron to make her haroseth. The date jam, used as honey in biblical times and called duvo here, is eaten topped with chopped cashews, walnuts or almonds.
Around the lace-covered table in her dining room, Mrs. Hallegua served me her celebrated pastels, thin pastries made at Passover with rice flour, filled with potatoes and flavored with cilantro, onions, garlic and fenugreek. I also sampled her coriander chicken, a staple at her Seder, which tastes more Indian than Iraqi.
Mrs. Hallegua said she buys kosher chicken from Bangalore. Otherwise, she gets her meat from one of the two local shochets, men trained in the laws of Jewish meat slaughter.
In search of one of the shochets the next day, I traveled about an hour to the teeming marketplace of Ernakulam and entered the Cochin Blossoms tropical fish and plant store, housed in the ancient Kadavumbagam Synagogue, where the few remaining Jewish merchants steal away from their businesses to pray. The minute I arrived, the shochet, Elias Josephai, rode up on his motor scooter. And when I mentioned that I was looking for recipes, Babu, as he is known, hailed an auto-rickshaw to drive to his home to meet his wife, Ofera.
She makes a chicken dish similar to Mrs. Hallegua's at Passover. But, in the manner of Bene Israel Jews from Mumbai, where she hails from, she adds a fresh masala of sautéed onions, cilantro, mint and tomatoes. The recipe here is one I adapted from those of both women . This year I look forward to serving the chicken and other Indian dishes at my own Seder.


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Miner and Wessen have teamed together again, along with noted planetary ring scientist, Dr Jeffrey Cuzzi, to produce the most comprehensive and up-to date book on the topic of planetary rings systems yet written. The book is written in a style and at a language level easily accessible to the interested non-expert. The authors cover the scientific significance of ring studies, the history of their discovery and characterization, the observations of Pioneer 10 at Jupiter, Pioneer 11 and Voyager 1 at Jupiter and Saturn, Voyager 2 at all four giant planets of the solar system, and Galileo at Jupiter. The discussion also includes subsequent scientific analyses of the observations, along with the accompanying theoretical studies, including various theories for the origins of planetary ring systems. Finally, the four ring systems are both compared and contrasted in a chapter on comparative planetology.
Early additional findings from the Cassini spacecraft in orbit around Saturn (due to arrive in July 2004) will also be included. The first series of ring orbits by Cassini occur between May and October 2005 and this book will provide the first summary of these detailed observations, the first since the flyby of Voyager 2 in 1981. Images of Saturn, as the Cassini spacecraft approached the planet in spring 2004, revealed a wealth of detail in the ring system, a foretaste of the excitement to come.
Each chapter includes extensive notes, references, figures and tables. A bibliography is also included at the end of each chapter, for those who want to peruse the existing literature. Both a glossary and a topical index will make the book a useful reference tool for planetary scientists as well as for the targeted audience of non-experts.


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Microsoft tackles its own CDI project
It takes more than just CEO Steve Ballmer's say-so to get a customer data integration project done right at Microsoft. It takes a lengthy commitment and organizational CDI support.
Customer Data Integration (CDI) projects are a challenge for even the world's largest software vendor. When Microsoft took on a massive internal CDI project, building organizational support and excitement was an essential part of its plan.
The CDI project at Microsoft will completely reform its global data infrastructure, so that information about an individual or organization is mastered once in a central hub, according to Jeff Medenhall, director of customer data management. The Microsoft Individual and Organization (MIO) project is expected to last five years, cost "tens of millions of dollars," and touch every aspect of the business, he said. Technically, the project represents an innovative approach to CDI, utilizing Microsoft's own SQL Server, BizTalk and .NET Web services to build a real-time, global system, Medenhall said. The immense size and company-wide impact of the project required the team to develop organization-wide support and excitement for CDI. It's an ongoing task.
"Maintaining momentum is the toughest thing in a five-year program," Medenhall said. "I can build some excitement up front, but how do you keep that going?"
The project is now midway through its first year.
In addition to managing the long-term technical roadmap, the team also works to keep the organization educated and excited about the CDI system. Here is what they've learned so far.
Request organizational feedback early on and use it for planning
The CDI project started with a 100-day planning process, Medenhall said. IT and business groups worked together to understand the potential business benefits of CDI. Departments learned how CDI could affect activities and shared unique concerns. During this process, the team would offer examples of pain points and benefits, then open up discussion to the specifics of the department in question. The examples helped users consider how the project would uniquely affect their own groups, said Megan O'Leary, Microsoft's group manager of customer data management.
"With a CDI implementation, you'll have different pain points depending on which side of the process you're looking at," O'Leary said.
This process provided the team with important feedback for the business case for CDI funding. Educating people about CDI also started a groundswell of organizational support for the project, O'Leary said, even before it was officially funded.
Get executive support -- but don't use it as a "stick"
After building the business case, the team ultimately boiled their request down to one page for CEO Steve Ballmer's approval. His executive support was a powerful endorsement. The team requested departmental support for CDI based on its business value, however, not on its executive sponsors.
"This isn't a project where you want to use a stick to get people on board; we really didn't leverage our executive support for that," Medenhall clarified. "Truly, when people saw the value of what we could do with [CDI], they came on board."
Plan for interactive, continuous education
The team embraces "continuous, interactive learning," Medenhall said. Most communication is face-to-face and the team uses language and visual aids appropriate for each group. When talking to a technical team, they use the logical data models of the existing and planned systems. When working with business groups, they discuss how the new system will affect day-to-day activities.
"We try to make it interactive and show them something to get a reaction or some feedback rather than just doing canned presentations. We're really trying to make it a learning and listening discussion," Medenhall said.
Have a long-term vision, but plan short-term quick wins
The organization is excited that Microsoft is doing something cutting-edge with CDI, Medenhall commented. The real-time integration, synchronization and global rollout push the envelope of CDI, he said, and that inspires the technically oriented organization. But even those who bought into the long-term vision need to see regular progress. Part of the team's strategy is quick wins, which Medenhall defines as driving some value, efficiency or increased benefit in less than three months. One of the team's first wins was a proof-of-concept tool for demonstrations.
"Seeing is believing," Medenhall said. "It's key to get beyond the theoretical into something tangible."
When people see progress, they get more excited about their own deliverables, O'Leary added. She said that the demonstration tool helped generate a lot of excitement, because people could physically see what the project could do for them.
Develop a CDI roadmap and learn from incremental releases
Microsoft's CDI project has a roadmap -- similar to a software development project – and the team has beta users, whom they regularly tap for feedback, O'Leary said. They rolled out a first release to a small group to educate them and get some feedback, Medenhall said, and they'll soon be rolling out a second release to a broader audience. Given the large scale and long timeline of the project, incremental releases are essential to get feedback and, if necessary, modify the plan.
"We have to keep the quick wins, keep the continuous learning, and keep the innovation going as well," Medenhall said. "Incremental releases keep the learning and growth going."


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"Yes, blogging can be entertainment. It is performance. Each blog post a show, sometimes an opera, sometimes a 30 second commercial. Like a show, it may start with a bang, lead you along from song to song, have a great climatic moment, then leave the audience wanting more."
Central Valley which went through a period of downs and ups. I lost it, then regained it and then when losing hits, I thought of deleting it. But then the hits went up again and it is back in now. Richard Sun is Guest Author but he has been blogging in town lately. However, not much action in the sector yet anyway. About the only place we have so far is Wahiawa. It will get moving again when we get a new steady information contributor.
Oahu - West created lately and which is being held up nicely at the moment by Kapolei Chapter HBDA and the very capable Tim Cubero Jr. Ace Reporter with superb write ups and terrific photos. With them in mind I have a new poster in the side bar inviting any new dance groups without a Web site to try us. There is no cost, zero, zip, nada. This will all take time.
"I'll Never Smile Again" by Frank Sinatra
Hopefully, more of the amateur dance instructors will read and want to help their fellow dancers with a few valuable hints here and there. At this moment a dance instructor as Guest Author is most indicated and it would send the hits up through the roof. Who else is better qualified?
The limerick packs laughs anatomical
In a space that is most economical
But the ones that I've seen
So seldom are clean
and the clean ones so seldom comical.
Anyway, by next month, Town Dance and Oahu And Beyond may achieve together, the magic 200 average hits per day which is the same as 6000 hits in a 30 day month. Now that is communication.


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Black History Month…fakes…and the church…
Now I know that it is Black History Month and that I have been kind of quiet for this month. But I now no longer write a blog…and I guess this is true too for the earlier ones as well…unless I really have something to say. So, I guess it was that I just had more to say on things earlier when I initially started blogging then I now do…which is why I wrote them more often then.
But I am nonetheless highly opinoinated…I guess you might be able to tell that. So, while I was kicking up my heels and waiting on something to come in the mail…while searching over the web I came across this video and…and… Well, it has stirred me to write something.
Knowing that I am saved…as I am sure that you must know by now. Least ways I hope you have gathered that. I would like to think that my light is shinning in everything I have written over this site. And of course…my being being saved is not a state that I have always been….but it has been so for a few years now.
Most recently God spoke into my heart to not sit back and keep quiet on everything. So, thus…I speak on some things when moviated by a strong opinion regarding that subject or thing which sparks me to do so.
Now, having said that I could not see this video clip without commenting on it. I believe in truth…and hate any form of mis-information. Some people really hold onto things that people tell them…and they take it for truth when it is very much not. And very far from it.
You view this video and you tell me what you think.
There is a folley is loving yourself too much. And believing that you know all the answers…and particularly when you think that the mis-information that you dish out is correct.
There is no way that partying in the form as is expressed in the above video is correct. And to refer to when David danced…and compare it to a 'male stripper' is insane.
But the devil's children know scripture…they are great deceivers who love to call upon the Word of the Lord to make their points.
In downtown Brooklyn near Fulton Street and Flatbush Avenue …it is not uncommon to see and hear the 5 percenter's…or the 10 percenters…or the 12 tribes of Israel…or whatever they call themselves. It is a group of about 5 to 8 black guys dressed in olden day garments…as in the anicent times of Moses…standing on soap boxes (milk crates) chanting about their god…and refering to the Bible as a means of discrediting Jesus and Biblical text.
Whenever I heard them saying stuff that was wrong…and though I didn't know the Bible and certainly not any of its Biblical texts…but I grew up in church. So, I always felt that someone in those crowds…and there was always a crowd gathered around them as they spoke. I just felt that someone should have challenged them…and countered them. Somebody had to know scripture…so that they could have said something…but no one ever did. So, day after day…those guys stood out there on the corner of downtown Brooklyn dispelling lies…and falsehoods without any correction.
I now have learned a few things…not as much as most…but even so I refuse to let anything I see or hear and know that it is wrong go without me saying something. I just cannot.
Hence, my response to the above video by this young woman named Ty Adams. I have seen a few other videos of her's over the internet…and know that she considers herself to be a Christian lecturer, teacher, conference speaker…and I guess you could say possibly even some kind of 'life coach' on relationships.
To top it off she calls herself…'Dr Ty.' There are a lot people in the church today who have given themselves this title…doctor. Guess it sounds good to their ears. Juanita Bynum along with a few others…have done so as well. But when you go to read their bio info there is no mention of an institution to go along with their title. They just like the way it sounds…and to some degree it elevates them to a higher status…adds more credibility or something.
Yet, in the church you will hear them say…'it's not all about titles.' But it seems that everybody wants one. Christina Glenn claims she earned her's in some collage in India…I just had to look it up. And if push comes to shove…you can always buy one…there are plenty of services that will sell you a doctorate title…which is more like 'give you one'…if you get that hard pressed for to have one.
But going back to sister Ty.
How in the world can anyone be paying this woman to come to their converence looking…and dressing…and talking as she talks?
There is no such thing as a 'saved club.' And yes…clubs are something which the kids of that other guy…not God's kids…or followers of Jesus created. Club are dens of iniquity. The purpose for clubs is for sinners to gather like Christians go to church. But instead of worshipping and praising God…sinners go in to clubs to sin. They go looking for sexual partners…somebody to rub up against…somebody who can dance and make them look good. It is a place where they can drink and carry on…and have all kinds of loose and ungodly conversations while listening to ungodly music.
I know all about clubs because I owned one…it was a lesbian club…but I owned it nevertheless.
Tell me what real church song can you get up and slow drag to?
And clubs have almost always been for single people…somebody looking for somebody. Because most people who have somebody do not frequent clubs regularly. And do not want to hear that their husbands or wives are…because everybody knows what goes on in clubs…and why people seek them out.
So, then why would this 'new group' of so-called saints call it alright to party…and hangout at a club?
Because they have leaned to their own understanding.
There are some things that some people are just not willing to give up. They want to cuss and everything else…take a look at these videos below.
One of the worst things that could have happened for some of these co-called preachers and teachers…is their decision to get into media…and put their ministry where the world can view them…so we can all see and hear them for ourselves…and come to know who is or who is not of Christ.
One of the biggest jokes…and it is really not funny. But it is the River Church in Durham, NC…where Sheryl Brady's husband…bishop whatever his name is…can be seen turning their church service into a 3 ring circus from Sunday to Sunday…and I guess in whatever other services they may have.
Who wouldn't go to a church where the pastor pulls out a thick wad of hundred dollar bills every Sunday…passing them out like water. Sometimes 3 and 4 of them at a time while telling people to pull out their money and bless one another with it…as he ocassionaly calls someone up and starts handing out a few notes of his own. But never the whole thing…just enough to entice his membership.
How many ink pens have you owned?
And how many of them have gotten away from you…got lost or somehow walked away from you?
Aren't you glad it wasn't a $5,000 pen?
What is happening to the church?
Preachers are not acting like preachers any more.
What is happening to us?
Most recently I myself had a run in with a preacher. He is currently the pastor of our church. I had noticed that he began to act a little bit too friendly towards me. While trying my best to stay away from him…he became more aggressive….blatant in fact in his actions.
When I thought I had worked out the perfect plan…this guy…the pastor…and I refuse to call him 'our' pastor. Well, this guy always seemed to be one step ahead of me.
When I told my son to give me the keys to the car so I could sneak out of church just before service ended…wouldn't you know it…here comes the guy down the center aisle of the church. It was just before he was to get up and preach…and he came down the center aisle stopping at me. He bent down and rested his forehead against mine with his nose touching mine…as if we were alone and in bed together.
I was…I was totally shocked…dismayed…and angered by it. How dare this guy embarrass me like that. I was fuming…and I was so for weeks upon weeks. I could not believe such a thing had happened…and right there in the midst of the whole church while service was going on.
My son kept telling me that I was reading too much in it.
"Awh, ma…he does that with everybody."
And if he did…then he was out of order then too…and somebody should have told him so long ago.`
How can people sit in church and allow their pastors to do whatever it is that they want without anyone questioning him or challenging him or her on it?
I had just started returning back to this church after being away…after living out of town for years. I had never really cared for this man because he had utterly destroyed our church…and everbody who hadn't died had left it. The church was down to just about 8 members now…and my family was the only remnant left in it. And now I could understand why…clearly this preacher had over stepped his boundary…not just with me but with many others.
So following the forehead thing… I stopped going to church for a while…but God spoke into my heart and told me that I could not stop going to church…nor to allow satan to chase me out of church. So, I went back.
And this time the preacher…again before he was to preach…he came down out of the pulpit and started walking down along the one side of the church as if he were walking to the rear of the church. He stopped…and entered into my aisle where he soon took a seat right beside me and commenced to ask me for my phone number. I almost exploded. I got loud for a second then remembered that I was still in church. Then I took the piece of paper wrote it and turned away from the man…trying to ignor him as he said something else to me.
He did try to call me at least once…but I never answered. Finally, when I went to church again…just as he got up to begin preaching he stopped and began talking about how he had been trying to reach me. This mind you from the pulpit. I was livid.
Now, this was too much. This guy was beside himself and he wasn't even trying to hide it. Funny, I am just now thinking of it…but this guy was stalking me. I could barely go into church without him doing something to embarrass me.
I went on and on for weeks about this guy…verbally voicing my anger about it. I know my son must have grown tired of hearing me complaining about this preacher and his poor behavior…but I could not help it.
First of all…this man was and is in his seventies…and though his wife was ill she was still very much alive. But I would not have wanted him regardless…as this man had known me since I was a kid. And I felt this whole thing was not only an insult to me…but to the memory of my parents.
Finally a few weeks ago I had an opportunity to confront this preacher…it was over something involving another issue…but sooner or later he was going to hear from me regarding the matter because it was eating at me. At that time I did not fail at the end of our discourse to tell him just how I felt about him putting his nasty forehead to mind and chasing behind me like he was some kind of dog in heat. Well, I didn't quite say it that way…but I said it and got it off my chest any how. And I have not had to worry about him since…and it still feels good.
Anybody seeing any or all of that would have assumed that he and I had a relationship going on…and nothing could have been further from the truth. I do not know what could have possibly possessed him…and given him the idea that he could do such a thing to me…but he was definitely coming on strong. And the sheer thought of it made me sick to my absolute stomach.
Something has definitely happened to the church. It is doing something that my father called…'going backwards instead of going frontward.' The holy ground that the church once had…that it possessed and stood on…it is rapidly lossing. Too much of the changing times…excepting everything…and wanting to incorporate too many things of the world is pulling at the very fabric of the church. We are going backward…and lossing too much solid ground in the process.
Where are teachers and preachers who taught this stuff the way it used to be taught?
Since alot of people having been hitting this site to read about Ruby Dee lately…I can only assume that it has a lot to do with Academy Awards. I had read that she had gotten the nod for a nomination for a possible Oscar. Now that would have been nice, but I did not find her name anywhere on the list of Academy Nominees.
It cannot be argued that Ruby Dee is an actor's actor. She along with a long list of outstanding black men and women certainly can be labelled 'fine craftsmen' in their art form…having worked in both stage and screen quietly for many years.
I often think of Lena Horne…or a Hattie McDaniel when I think of really great women actors or performers. ..like Paul Robeson…as well as Ruby Dee and others. I would have loved to have casted some of them in one of my films.
In case any of you are a budding screenwriter…here is the link for the Nicholl's Fellowship which deadline is April 1st. And if you can't get it together to submit something this year keep the link for next year…as it is an annual thing. You can hit the link to find out all the details. http://www.oscars.org/awards/nicholl/apply.html
Well, hope that you have enjoyed Black History Month…and learned as much as you could about some these men and woman who have melted away into our past…but should always be celebrated and their lives…work…and struggles always remind us of just how blessed we are…because of them.
And since I am ending on this note…on films and actors. I hated 'Precious' the movie. I found a lot of errors in that movie…technical stuff that was just hard to overlook. For 1…and I will just point out 1 thing only. Did you notice that Precious and her mother lived in an apartment building?
Then how in the world did they end up with an upstairs and downstairs in their apartment?
It was not like they were living the penthouse of some exclusive building.
And the music was all wrong…and a lot of other stuff. Okay…I said 1. But I just had to try and sneak that in.
But I did like Gabby, the young actor who played Precious. I however did not feel that the script was the very best. And though Mo'que really…really…really played her part. And she truly did…but I would hate to see an Oscar go to her.
I just don't think we should celebrate that kind of mother. And there are women who are just like that to their children…and they never ever should be celebrated on any level.
Speaking of Mo'que while checking on something over the internet I happened to come across a note…that Mo'que herself had been a victim of incest…having been taken advantage of by her own brother. That story is in a past issue of Essence…October 2008 issue.
I had to shovel snow 3 times this week. One day twice…and it had me laid up for most of the week. But since those 2 days it has mostly been rain…and thank goodness. Because if it had been snow…the way it has been raining…night and day…they would have had to have flown somebody in here to dig us all out. We would have been buried under it.
But I have been on top of my Cream of Wheat and taking my iron tablets. And the house amazingly hasn't been too cold…praise the Lord.
Hope you had a good week.
I really really love winter…it is so beautiful.
Next year I will have me a husband…somebody who can go out and shovel snow with me. Somebody I can hit with a snowball or 2…and then go in and cuddle with.
Now, that would be so nice. And we could drink hot chocolate and talk about how the Republicans keep trying to hinder Obama by blocking everything that he is trying to do.
And then we'll put in a movie..and call it a day. But not before we pray.
God bless…
Thirthy inches of snow in New York City. Oh, wow…
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Wednesday afternoon – congratulations friends, we made it past half way this week already! And honestly, if you'd asked me on Monday night, I wasn't even sure I'd get to Tuesday arvo! Remember back on Monday when I said it was gonna be a long, trying week? Well, yup…
Monday night saw me teaching my second class at Laneway Learning, which was scary, but I got through it! And hopefully I was able to help some fellow FODMAPpers enjoy their sweet treats while looking after their stomachs 🙂 Last night was an even tougher one – I realised last week that I was starting to go under again, so I pulled on my big girl pants, and made an appointment to see a new psychologist who specialises in eating disorders, because if I'm being honest with myself (if I'm feeling really ballsy, I might even try to write a bit about it), that's something I really need help with. And it'll be really nice to have someone on my side to help!
Not that I'm totally alone right now – I'm one of those lucky clichéd bitches who can honestly say they married their best friend. Over a decade together, and I can truly say that he has always been there. He's seen me at my best, but also at my worst. He's knows me better than my friends, my sisters, my parents, anyone. When he sees me struggling, he reminds me that more often than not, I'm actually strong enough to fight my own battles. But if I start to drown, he's there, without hesitation, questions or judgement, to scoop me up and bring me back. It's never been an option for him not to support me; I shudder to think of how things would have ended up for me without him.
But here we are, two best friends who love each other to bits, occasionally shit each other to tears, and wouldn't want to spend a weekend in the sunshine eating good food with anyone else! As I wrote on Monday, Melbourne stepped up with a beautiful, sunny spring weekend – we kicked it off with pancakes in our backyard on Saturday morning, and visited a few favourite spots over the rest of the weekend for some backyard exploration and some amazing eats.
I haven't written a heap about the disordered eating portion of my current shit storm, but basically I'm dealing with a bingeing/throwing up/restricting cycle. Over the weekend I wanted to just enjoy some down time with my husband and some good food sans guilt, so I challenged myself to eat at some of our favourite spots without overindulging, without bingeing, without feeling the need to throw up afterwards or restrict my food the next day. Mission mostly successful, food completely delicious, and still highly recommending these places upon second blog reviews! Here's how the weekend played out on the plate…
Rockwell & Sons
288 Smith St, Collingwood
Original review: March 2014
Re-visits since: three
Order this: There's really only one thing you can order here – the double patty smash burger ($12).
We tried adding bacon this time around, but it was actually pretty disappointing – super dry and cardboardy. This is one of the rare burgers that actually does not need bacon to improve it. It can't be improved. Just order it as is, and enjoy the magic that is a truly perfectly smashed patty. Oh, and don't forget the fries with the malt vinegar aioli… wow.
Nieuw Amsterdam
106 – 112 Hardware St, Melbourne
Original review: June 2014
Re-visits since: three
Order this: the lunch menu is amazing at the moment. Get a Cubano sandwich ($12) piled up with pork, ham, swiss cheese, mustard and pickles on a perfectly soft and yet still somehow crunchy roll. And add chips for $3.00.
Also, seeing as they do BBQ particularly well, get yourself a meat tray – we went with a large serving of brisket ($13) + a small serving of ribs ($9) served with fries, slaw, pickle and a few slices of super perfect bread (+ $6).
Still a favourite place of mine. Also, try the cheeseburger – you won't be disappointed!
Shortstop Coffee & Donuts
12 Sutherland St, Melbourne
Original review: October 2014
Re-visits since: three
Order this: everything. Order everything. Just get all of the donuts. This particular visit entailed a whiskey maple bacon raised donut ($4.50), which we both agreed was the best, best donut either of us had ever had. And if you're a regular around here, you know I eat a fair few donuts. Light. Fluffy. Soft. Perfect.
Also, a cake style peanut butter, caramel and chocolate donut ($4.50). Chocolate cake donut. Gooey salted PB caramel. Salted peanuts atop chocolate frosting. It was like a cakey Snickers, but better.
Yes, I know, $9.00 for two donuts! So extravagant! So much money for dessert! SO WORTH IT!!! And you just won't get it until you try them, so just go and do it this week – take my word for it, you will not regret spending that donut money!
Now, how can you possibly have a bad weekend when you're enjoying food like that in the sunshine with your best friend?!


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In Matthew 5.27-30 Jesus discusses the 7th commandment: do not commit adultery. He explains that the true fulfillment of this law is seeing that it also addresses the lust that lurks in our hearts. This last Sunday we saw that Jesus once again spoke about the reality of lust, and then explained the replacement of lust: fighting against it. Jesus uses drastic language that equates fighting against lust with plucking out an eye or cutting off a hand. This figure of speech gives us 4 things to remember as we fight against lust:
- Remember the seriousness of lust. Lust, like all sin, is worthy of God's judgement. It is worth fighting against it.
- Choose the right target. We need to cut off that which feeds our lust.
- Be ready for a painful fight. Having safeguards against lust may sometimes be painful. We may even be mocked by others. Don't expect it to be easy!
- Trust that purity is better. Jesus reminds us repeatedly that fighting lust "is better." The blessings of a godly life always outweigh the fleeting pleasures of sin.
Here are the discussion questions that were in Sunday's bulletin: Matt. 5.27-30 Notes.
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