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Before I opened my eyes, I listened: above the sound wall of the clattering train, I heard two male voices. One of them was deep and spoke with a southern Serbian accent; the other was mumbly and uttered words with the slurry inflections of a Sarajevo thug—the soft consonants further softened, the vowels stuck in the gullet. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but there was the gurgling sound of liquid in a bottleneck, the crackling of a burning cigarette.
"France," the Sarajevan said.
"Refused entry."
"Refused entry."
"Never went."
"Refused entry."
"Got me there," the Serbian said and chortled.
The train slowed to a stop; I heard the doors opening. One of the men got up and stepped out of the compartment, and the other followed. I opened my eyes as the door slid shut. They had pushed the window down and were smoking. Beyond them, I could see a man and a woman running toward the train, suitcases beating against their calves—there was a gash in the woman's leg. I contemplated escaping from the compartment: I had a bundle of money and my life to worry about. But my fellow-travellers had pressed their butts against the door, a Y-shaped crack peeping out of the pants of one of them. The train lurched and started moving; they flicked their cigarettes out the window and came back in. I closed my eyes again.
"Did you know Tuka?" the Sarajevan asked.
"How about Fahro?"
"Which Fahro?"
"Fahro the Beast."
"Fahro the Beast. His nose was bitten off?"
"Yes, that Fahro."
"I didn't know him."
"Which cellblock were you in?"
"Burglary was six."
"Well, I was in seven," the Serbian said, peevishly.
"I was in five. Manslaughter."
"I was a little drunk."
"Life is death if you don't have a little drink every now and then," the Serbian concluded wisely, and chugged from the bottle.
They fell silent. It was not unreasonable to suspect that they could smell my fear and were just about to slit my throat and take my money. When I sensed one of them shuffling his feet and moving toward me, I opened my eyes. They were staring at me with bemused expressions.
"The child's awake," the Sarajevan said.
"Where are you headed?" the Serbian asked me.
"Zagreb," I said.
"What for?"
"To visit my grandfather."
"If Grandma had balls, she would be Grandpa," the Sarajevan said, for no apparent reason.
"Do you have a pretty sister we could be very nice to?" the Serbian asked and licked his lips.
"No," I said.
My grandfather was dead, and, when he was not, he did not live in Zagreb. I did have a sister. The truth was that my destination was Murska Sobota. I had a wad of money in my pocket and was on a mission to buy a freezer for my family.
Some weeks before I set out on this journey, my father had called a family meeting. "There comes a time in the life of every family," he'd said, "when it becomes necessary to acquire a large freezer." The freezer compartment in the fridge was no longer spacious enough for us. We needed to store food—meat, mainly—for growing children; we needed to have available at all times the supplies for an improvised feast for numerous family friends. "The very well-being of our family requires new investments," my father said. "Abundance demands storage." My father liked to play the family-democracy game, and we often had to sit through this kind of congress so that we could vote for a decision that Father had already made. As usual, there were no objections: my mother, although she wanted a freezer, rolled her eyes at my father's rhetoric; in my usual seventeen-year-old manner, I made sure that I was visibly indifferent to all that was said; my sister was taking notes, much too slowly. She was thirteen at the time, and still invested in the perfection of her handwriting.
To my utter surprise, I was unanimously elected to be the purchaser of the freezer. Father worked in mysterious ways: he had researched the biggest model available on the lousy market of socialist Yugoslavia—a six-hundred-litre one—and he had somehow discovered that the best price was in Murska Sobota, a small town deep in Slovenia, not far from the Hungarian border. I was to take the night train to Zagreb, then a bus to Murska Sobota, where I would spend the following night at a hotel ambitiously called Evropa. The next day, I was to deliver the money to a man named Stanko, and that was where my mission ended—Stanko would arrange the shipment, and all I needed to do was come home safely.
The Sarajevan looked at me intently, as if deciding whether or not to do me in for my obvious lies. He wore a suit and a tie, but his shoes looked shitty, the soles peeling off. Blinking very slowly, as if counting time with his eyes, he asked me, "Do you fuck?"
"Do you fuck? Do you use your dick the way it is supposed to be used?"
"A little."
"I love to fuck," the Serbian said.
"There is nothing sweeter than a fuck," the Sarajevan said.
"Yeah," the Serbian said wistfully, and rubbed his crotch. He had tattooed knuckles; he wore a leather jacket and shoes so pointy they looked as if he had sharpened them so that they could easily penetrate the skulls of his enemies.
Despite having voted for my deployment on the freezer mission, my mother had worried about me travelling. I, on the other hand, was excited: Murska Sobota sounded exotic and dangerous. This was the first time I'd be away from home alone, on the road, my first opportunity to live through the kind of experience from which a real poem might spring. For I was a budding poet; I had filled entire notebooks with verses on teen-age longing and the attendant crushing boredom. I equipped myself for the expedition with a fresh notebook, extra pencils, a book of Rimbaud's poems—my Bible ("While swept downstream on indifferent Rivers / I felt the boatmen's tow-ropes slacken"), several packs of Marlboros (rather than the usual crappy Drinas I smoked), and a single contraceptive pill I'd got in exchange for a live triple LP by Emerson, Lake & Palmer that I no longer cared about, as I had moved on to the Sex Pistols.
I was an unwilling virgin, my bones draped in amorous flesh. Consequently, I held the belief, not uncommon among adolescent males, that beyond the constraining circles of family, friends, and prudish high-school girlfriends there lay a vast, wild territory of pure sex, where the merest physical or eye contact led to copulation unbounded. I was ready for it: in preparation for the journey, I had tested a number of scenarios in my hormone-addled brain and determined that the crucial moment would be when I offered the woman the pill, thereby expressing my gentlemanly concern and responsibility—no female would be able to say no to that.
"You look like a smart kid," the Sarajevan said. "Let's see if you can figure out this riddle."
"Let's hear it," the Serbian said.
"It has no head, but it has a hundred legs, a thousand windows, and five walls. It is never the same, but it is always almost the same. It is black and white and green. It disappears, and then it comes back. It smells of dung and straw and machine oil. It is the biggest thing in the world, but it can fit into the palm of your hand."
The Sarajevan watched me intently, stroking his three-day beard, as though remembering how he was at my age, before he boarded the drunken boat of adulthood, before he discovered the answer to the riddle.
"It's a house," the Serbian said.
"No house has a hundred legs, you stupid fuck," the Sarajevan said.
"Don't call me stupid," the Serbian said and rose to face him, his hands curled into fists.
"All right, all right," the Sarajevan said. He stood up and embraced the Serbian. They hugged and kissed each other's cheeks several times, then sat down. I hoped that the riddle had been forgotten, but the Sarajevan would not let it go. He poked my knee with his shitty shoe and said, "What is it, kid?"
"I don't know."
"An elephant," the Serbian said.
"Shut up," the Sarajevan said. The Serbian leapt up, ready for a punch; the Sarajevan got up; they kissed each other's cheeks; they sat down.
"Respect," the Serbian muttered. "Or I will crack your fucking skull open."
The Sarajevan ignored him. "What is it?" he asked me. I pretended I was thinking.
"Everything," the Serbian said. "It is everything."
"With all due respect, brother, that is not the correct answer."
"Who says?"
"Well, everything does not disappear and come back."
"Says who?"
"Everybody knows that doesn't happen."
"I say it does."
"Everything cannot fit into the palm of your hand."
"I say it can," the Serbian said and got to his feet, fists as tightly clenched as ever. The Sarajevan stayed in his seat, shaking his head, apparently deciding against smashing the Serbian's face in.
"All right," he said, "if it is that important to you, it is everything."
"Because it is," the Serbian said and then turned to me. "Isn't it?"
The blazing clarity of dawn: light creeping from beyond muddy fields; a plane leaving a white scar across the sky; drunken soldiers howling songs of love and rape in the next compartment. The men had quieted down, exhausted by their own babbling, and I dropped off. When I woke up, they were gone, leaving a stench of sweaty mindlessness behind. I noted down the conversation and the riddle as I remembered them, then many other things. On this trip, I was happy to realize, everything was notable.
In Zagreb, I boarded a bus to Murska Sobota. The quaint hills of Zagorje, with their picture-postcard houses and the occasional fairy-tale castle mounted on a hillock; a healthy, well-dressed peasant leading a herd of fat cows across the horizon; chickens pecking for worms in the middle of a dirt road: I voraciously noted it all down—it was as though someone had prettied up the land for my arrival. The man sitting next to me was invested in a crossword puzzle; he frowned and refrowned, fellating his pen. His cuffs were threadbare, his knuckles bruised; his ring stone was twisted toward his middle finger. Many of his letters were too big for the little squares. At some point, he turned his impeccably shaved face to me and asked, as though I were his assistant taking notes, "The biggest city in the world?" "Paris," I said and he returned to the puzzle.
This happened in 1981, when I was long and skinny; my legs hurt and I could not stretch them in the cramped bus. Pus accumulated in my budding pimples; there was an arbitrary erection in progress. This was youth: a perpetual sense of unease that made me long for a place where my discomfort would seem natural, where I could wallow in my own wounds. My parents, however, believed that it was their duty to guide me to a good, pleasant place, where I could be normal. They arranged spontaneous conversations about my future, during which they insisted that I declare what it was that I wanted from life. I responded with derivations of Rimbaud's rants about the unknown quantity awakening in our era's universal soul, about "scents, sounds, colors, and thought mounting thought," etc. Needless to say, they were terrified by the fact that they had no idea what I was talking about. Parents know nothing about their children; no matter what they believe, the children are always one step ahead. My soliloquies often made Father regret that he hadn't belted me more when I was little; Mother secretly read my poetry—I found traces of her worried tears staining the pages of my notebooks. I knew that the whole purpose of the freezer project was to confront me with what Father called "the laundry of life" (although Mother always did his laundry)—to have me live through the kind of banal, quotidian operation that constituted my parents' existence and see that such operations were necessary. They wanted me to join the great community of people who made food collection and storage the central organizing principle of their lives.
Food—bah! I forgot to eat the chicken-and-pepper sandwich my mother had made for me. In my notebook, I waxed poetic about the alluring possibility of simply continuing on past Murska Sobota and never buying the freezer. I would throw myself into the infinity of lifedom, taking the train to Austria, then on to Paris. I would renounce college and the future of food storage and buy a one-way ticket to the utterly unforeseeable. Sorry, I would tell my parents, but I had to do it. I had to prove that one could have a long, happy life without ever owning a freezer. "Inscribed in every journey is the frightening, exhilarating possibility of no return. This is why we say goodbye," I wrote in my notebook. "You knew that it could happen when you sent me to the monstrous city, to the endless night, when you sent me to Murska Sobota."
I had never checked into a hotel before. I worried that the receptionist at the Hotel Evropa would not let me in because I was too young. I worried that I did not have enough cash or that my documents would be unexpectedly revealed as forgeries. I practiced the lines I would have to deliver at the reception desk, and the rehearsal quickly turned into a fantasy in which a pretty receptionist checked me in with lassitude, then took me up to my room only to rip off her hotel uniform and submerge me in a sea of pleasure. The fantasy was duly noted in my book.
Needless to say, the receptionist was an elderly man, hairy and cantankerous, named Franc. When I arrived, he was checking in a foreign couple, attired for travelling convenience in sneakers, khakis, and waterproof jackets. They wanted something from him, something he wasn't willing to concede, and by their open vowels and nasal whining I understood that they were American. I didn't know how to assess the age of human beings who were older than me, but the woman looked much younger than my mother, perhaps because her hands were smooth and unworn. Her husband was shorter than she was, wrinkles rippling away from his eyes, a dimple in his chin deep enough to hold a screw. He kept both of his knuckly hands on the reception desk, as though he were about to leap over it and charge at the receptionist. Franc had a thin mustache that lay on his upper lip like hair sediment. On his neck there were sinister parallel sets of fingernail scratches.
I remember all this, even though I didn't write it down, because I spent an eternity waiting for the Americans to complete their check-in. I began imagining a conversation I would have with the woman if we happened to share an elevator while her unseemly husband was safely locked up somewhere else. In my high-school English, I would tell her that I liked her face flushed with pilgrimage, that I wanted to hold the summer dawn in my arms. We would stagger, embracing, to her room, where we wouldn't even make it to the bed before, etc. Her name, I decided, was Elizabeth.
"Thank you," she said finally, and stepped away from the desk.
"You're welcome," Franc said.
He had no interest in me, for I presented no challenge: he could speak Slovenian to me and he could easily disregard any of my demands. He took my I.D. and my money and gave me in return a large key attached to a wooden pear with the number 504 carved into it.
Elizabeth and her husband were still waiting for the elevator, whispering to each other. They glanced at me and did what Americans do (as I learned much later) whenever they make unwanted eye contact: they raised their eyebrows, rolled their lips inward, and brightened their faces with expressions of innocent disinterest. I said nothing; nor did I smile. On the pear that Elizabeth was holding I saw the number 505, so when they stepped out I followed them. My room was opposite theirs, and as we were each crossing our respective thresholds Elizabeth looked back at me and flashed a splendid smile.
It was in Murska Sobota that I first confronted the ineluctable sadness of hotel rooms: the untouched notepad; the bedspread with infernal purple flowers; the black-and-white photograph of a soulless seaside resort; the garbage can lined with crumpled tissues that suggested a messy quickie. The window looked over the roof of a concrete parking garage, in the middle of which there was a vast puddle, shimmering like a desert mirage. There was no way I was going to spend a night alone in this cave of sorrow. I needed to find a place where comely Slovenian girls stood in clusters, steadily rejecting the clumsy advances of Slovenian boys, preserving their maidenheads for a pill-carrying boy from Sarajevo, his body a treasure to squander.
Murska Sobota's main street appeared to have been depopulated in a hurry; only the occasional empty bus drove by, its interior lights dimmed. There were no cafés or bars or young people that I could see, only closed stores, whose windows displayed stiff mannequins with their arms spread in obscure gestures of welcome, towers of concentric pots looming over families of frying pans, single shoes lined up on racks, so different in size and shape that each one seemed to represent a missing person. I spotted the appliance store where I would purchase my family's entry into the future. In the window an enormous freezer glowed like a treasure chest in a commercial.
I decided to explore the side streets and found nothing but a slumbering row of houses, the nightmarish murmur of television sets passing through a thousand quiet windows. Here and there the sky was stained with stars. A neon sign in the distance announced the name of a bar called Bar, and there I went.
There was nobody in Bar except a bearded, frog-faced man, whose chin rested on the brim of his beer stein. A cloud of smoke hung as thick as a ghost above him. Without lifting his head, the man looked at me intently, as though he had been waiting for me to arrive with an important message. Message I had none, so I sat as far away from him as possible, at a table near the bar, which was tended by nobody I could see. I lit a cigarette, determined to wait for some exemplar of female beauty to walk in.
The man lit a cigarette, too; he exhaled as though releasing his soul through his mouth. I began making up a poem in which the narrator walked into an empty bar, smoked and drank alone, and then discovered that the bartender was dead, slumped in a chair behind the bar, his left hand reaching for a stein of still foaming beer. I had left my notebook in the hotel, so I could not write it down, but I persevered, coming up with rhymes and avoiding looking at the man. Most human beings die without other people noticing, and I understood that I could meet the same fate that night. When they found my corpse, with its stack of cash and its mysterious single pill, they would ask themselves, "Where were we when he needed us? Why didn't we deflower him before he perished?"
The man stood up and tottered toward me. The shoulders of his jacket extended almost to his elbows, as though he had abruptly shrunk; a purple tie grew out of his shirt; he wore a little hat with a mangy feather stuck in its band. He sat down at my table, mumbling a greeting. I turned back toward the bar, looking again for a bartender. The man grumbled and gibbered, pointing toward the bar, and I nodded understandingly. The sounds gradually formed sentences, punctuated by an occasional snort or the sound of his hand slamming the table. I could not figure out whether he was pissed off or pleased by my presence in his lair.
Eventually, a waitress planted two large foaming steins between us. She put a warm hand on my shoulder, asking, apparently, if I was O.K. She was so voluminous her face seemed upholstered; she smelled of cake and cookies. The drunk raised his glass and held it in front of me until I clinked it with mine. We drank and wiped the foam off our lips with the backs of our hands. He sighed in approval; I exhaled. We drank and smoked in silence.
More beer came, and the man decided to open up to me: he leaned forward and back, he waved his hands in derision, he pointed his finger in various directions, and then he started crying, tears streaming down his cheeks, which were webbed with capillaries.
"Everything is O.K.," I said. "Everything will be fine." But he just shook his head. There seemed to be no hope or relief for him. The waitress came over, distributed more beer, and dabbed at his face with her dishrag, as though she were used to cleaning his tear-crusted cheeks. The bar was dark and empty; I was drunk. The waitress wiped glasses listlessly behind the bar; time passed in silence. "What will become of the world when you leave?" Rimbaud wrote. "No matter what happens, no trace of now will remain." I started crying, too.
By the time I left Bar, my sleeve was wet with tears and snot. I could recall the waitress wiping my face at least once with her rag that stank of rancid dishwater. I gave her what seemed to me a large chunk of the freezer money and she locked the door behind me. The man was still inside, his head carefully deposited in a clearing in the forest of steins. As I stepped out onto the vacant streets of Murska Sobota, a wave of euphoria surged through me. This was experience: I had lost my head and participated in a spontaneous outpouring of emotion; I had drunk with a disgusting stranger, as Rimbaud surely had in Paris, once upon a time; I had said fuck the fuck off to the responsible life my parents had in store for me; I had spent time in the underworld of Murska Sobota and emerged soaked with sweat and tears; I had a magic pill in my pocket. I needed someone to love me tonight.
I found myself in a park infused with the dung-and-straw smell of budding trees and fledgling grass. At the center of the park, there was a copper-green statue of a partisan with a rifle pointed at the darkened treetops. A man in a fur hat held a leash under a weak gas lamp while his Irish setter ran in circles with an imaginary friend, stopping every so often to look up hopefully at its owner. The fur hat was the same auburn color as the dog, and for a moment I thought the man was wearing a dead puppy on his head. Just beyond the reach of the light, a couple were groping, their hands stuck deep inside each other.
I was just giving up on finding love when, at a pedestrian crossing, I spotted two young women, arm in arm, neatly clad in long coats. Their heels clacked as they crossed the street toward me; they giggled and chattered, their faces made up, their hair dewed with sourceless glimmer. One of them had a long, narrow chin; the other had big, dark eyes. They cut across the park at a brisk pace, avoiding the unlit edges. I followed them. They left the park and took the main street, down which a cistern truck crawled; two men in high rubber boots were washing the street with snaky hoses. The asphalt glistened; the women scuttled across the border between wet and dry. The strong stream from one of the hoses rushed toward my shoes and soaked them, so that when I entered dry territory I left footprints behind.
Abruptly, the women stopped in front of the appliance store and examined my illuminated freezer. One of them turned to look at me, and, in panic, I stopped at a travel-agency window with a crude faded collage of sunny islands in the Adriatic, photographed from above. The women started walking again, quickening their pace until it matched the beating of my heart. It was impossible to turn back now, for we were bound together in this absurd pursuit. They turned the corner, and I ran after them, sure that we were finally reaching our goal.
Around the corner, they were standing with a man dressed in denim, his large shovel-shaped hands resting comfortingly on their shoulders as they pointed at me. He smiled and called me over, and for an insane instant I thought that they were inviting me to party with them, but then he started unambiguously sprinting toward me. I took off at the speed of fear, charging down the main street, splashing through puddles. Lighter than a cork, I danced forth on the waves. I did not dare turn to see where my pursuer was, but I heard his big feet hitting the ground steadily behind me. Oh, the horror of your body not living up to the intensity of your fear—no matter how fast I wanted to run, my feet moved slowly, slipping on the wet pavement. At some point, he abandoned the pursuit, but I kept running.
The Hotel Evropa emerged before me on a wholly unfamiliar street. Soaked to the bone, I savagely pushed and pulled the entrance door, until Franc, miserable in the middle of his twenty-four-hour shift, unlocked it for me. I crept past him, focussing on each of my steps so as not to appear drunk. I pressed the elevator button and waited patiently, while my center of gravity rode the surf of my inebriation. I would have waited all night, for I did not want to exhibit my wobblability, let alone ascend the eternal stairs to the fifth floor, but Franc barked at me that the elevator was already there—indeed, the door was wide open. I stepped into it and rode upward, inhaling the smell of my own sweat like a firefighter taking in oxygen.
The key would not enter the lock, no matter how hard I pushed. Everything was wrong: I kicked the door with my knee, and then with my foot, and then again and again. Need I say it hurt? Need I say that the pain made everything worse? Need I say that I was terrified when I heard the lock turning and the door opened and there stood Elizabeth, pulling the flaps of a peignoir over her uncoverable breasts? Her skin glowed, her tresses were ruffled; she smelled of dreams. "How can I help you?" is what she probably said. I said nothing. Her husband was snoring so loudly that I thought he was faking it, the pitiful coward. She looked straight into my eyes; in her eyes there was love. I wanted to take hold of her hand, with its rings like bejewelled palaces; I wanted to kiss her; I wanted her to leave her stertorous husband and cultivate me in the garden of my youth. All I needed to spark a conflagration of our heated bodies was the right word. So I said, "Pill?"
"Excuse me?" she said.
I excavated the pill from my change pocket and offered it to her on the palm of my hand—it was tiny in its cutout piece of packaging. She looked at it, baffled, then turned around to check whether her unwitting husband was still asleep.
"What is it, honey?" the husband called, stirring. I quickly put the pill back in my pocket. Seeing that, as young as I was, I was a considerate gentleman, Elizabeth flashed a barely perceptible smile, and I understood that we were in it together now. So when the husband came to the door in his baseball-patterned pajamas, I said, as innocently as I could, "Maybe you have pill? For head?" I pointed at my head, lest there be any confusion as to whose head we were talking about.
"No, I am sorry," Elizabeth said and started closing the door.
"Maybe aspirin?" I said. "One aspirin? Aspirin?"
She shut the door and turned the lock twice. Clearly, I had not said the right word. I had not considered this outcome. I was sure that we had connected, that electricity had flowed between our trembling bodies. Swaying before the cruelly closed door, I wanted to knock, to clarify to Elizabeth that, yes, I was in love with her, and that, no, I didn't mind that she was married. I didn't do it; the door was as closed as closed can be. I could hear them murmuring conspiratorially, like husband and wife, and I recognized that love was on the other side, and I had no access to it.
But the beauty of youth is that reality never quells desire, so when I entered my room I left the door ajar, in case Elizabeth suddenly decided to tiptoe across the hallway. Every now and then, I peered out, hoping to see her door slowly opening, hoping to see her lustfully scurrying my way. I was peering out for the third or fourth time when Franc strode out of the elevator, stopped at Elizabeth's door, and knocked. She opened it, whispered something, and pointed at me. For one last delusional moment, I thought that she had called him up to ask about me—and there I stood in the crack of my door, grinning like a happy dog.
Franc charged over and pushed my door open. With a flashing swing of his hand from his hip to my face, he slapped me. My cheek burned, my eyes filled with fiery tears. I retreated toward the bed, stumbled, and fell on the floor. Franc kicked me and kept kicking me: I felt the tip of his shoe sinking into the flesh of my buttocks and thighs, then pounding against my ribs and coccyx.
The floor stank of machine oil. Franc didn't kick me in the face, although he could have. He spat not on me but on the floor next to me. He didn't yell; he just snarled and growled. The rapid fire of kicks, it seemed, was not easy on him; when he finally stopped, he was panting. As he left, he calmly told me that if he heard the tiniest peep out of me he would beat me to a pulp and pull me by my ears onto the street and let the police have fun with me all night long. He was a good, if unpleasant, man, Franc was. He even slowly, carefully closed the door behind him.
I lay in the dark, unable to move, and finally fell asleep. The fluorescent lights in the hall hummed; the elevator thudded going up, coming down. I dreamed of war, of might and right, of utterly unforeseeable logic. I woke up wishing I were home, waking to the smell of French toast and my father's aftershave and my sister's banana shampoo. The weather forecast would be on the radio (my parents liked to know the future), my sister pouting because she couldn't listen to her music program. I would walk in and derisively submit to my mother's kiss. Breakfast would be ready.
I stood up and unpacked my mother's chicken-and-pepper sandwich. It was stale, the peppers mushy and bitter. I turned on the lights, found my notebook, and, after staring at the blank page for a long time, I wrote a poem called "Love and Obstacles." The first lines were: "There are walls between the world and me, / and I have to walk through them to get to you_."_
My body coated in a dull, bruised pain, I went to the store and delivered the money to Stanko. He had a steel-wool beard, and the veins bulged on his hands as he counted and recounted the money. I was short a few dinars and told him that I had been robbed on the train: two brazen criminals had emptied my pockets but had failed to find the rest of the money in my bag. Stanko stared at me until he believed me, then shook his head, appalled at a world that stole from its children. He made a note on the form in front of him, then showed me where to sign. He shook my hand earnestly and heartily, as though congratulating me. When he offered me a cigarette, I took it and asked for another. We examined the freezer. Stanko seemed proud of it, as though he had created it himself. It was impressive: enormous, blazing white, and coffinlike in its emptiness; it smelled of clean, subzero death. It would come to us in two or three weeks, he said, and if it didn't we should call him.
I slept on the bus and I slept on the night train, waking up only when my stomach started growling, and when my body stiffened and started hurting again. I had no money to buy food, so I simply relived the chicken-and-pepper sandwich. Dawn was ascending; my compartment was freezing cold. I saw a horse grazing alone in a field, inexplicably wrapped in nylon; a copse of trees like toothpick tombstones; clouds on the horizon filled with an eternity of tears. When I arrived home, breakfast was waiting.
That day, my mother washed the jeans I had worn in Murska Sobota. The pill in my pocket disintegrated—nothing was left but a nugget of foil and plastic. The freezer arrived seventeen days later. We filled it to the brim with veal and pork, lamb and beef, chicken and peppers. When the war began, in the spring of 1992, and the electricity in the city of Sarajevo was cut off, everything in the freezer thawed and rotted in less than a week. ♦


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Adrian Peterson '07
Adrian is originally from Cecil County, MD and attended Washington College as an undergrad, obtaining a BS in Biology as well as a Secondary Education Certification.
During his time on campus, Adrian was part of the Men's Crew Team as well as working in the Admissions Office. After college, he taught Middle School Science for 4 years in his home county before returning to work full-time at Washington College. Adrian started working for OIT as an Instructional Technologist in June 2011 and now serves as the Senior Project Manager. Adrian still enjoys spending time on the Chester River whenever he gets the chance.

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Table of Contents
PART 1 Getting Started: The Principles of Good Reading and Writing
Ch 1 Critical Reading
Why Read?
Reading for Best Results
Tips for Reading Critically
Critical Reading in Action
· Lawrence Downes, "The Shy, Egg-Stealing Neighbor You Didn't Know You Had" [Annotated professional essay]
Reading as Inquiry
Strategy Checklist: Reading Critically
· George Orwell, "A Hanging"
Reading Visual Images
Reading a Photograph
Tips for Reading Photographs
Reading Advertisements
Tips for Reading Advertisements
Reading Graphs, Tables, and Charts
Tips for Reading Graphs, Tables, and Charts
Reading Cartoons
Tips for Reading Cartoons
Reading Web Sites
Tips for Reading and Evaluating Web Sites
Strategy Checklist: Reading and Evaluating Web Sites
Models of Writing
· Christopher Caldwell, "Intimate Shopping: Should Everyone Know What You Bought Today?"
Strategy Checklist: Reading and Interpreting Visuals
Ch 2 Active Writing
Choosing a Good Topic
Setting Limits on a Topic
Narrowing a Topic in Stages
Determining Your Purpose and Audience
Strategy Checklist: Prewriting
Organizing Ideas
Writing Drafts
Tips for Writing a Rough Draft
One Student Writing: First Draft
· First Draft: John Fousek, "My Roommate" [Student Essay]
Strategy Checklist: Getting Started with Writing
Collaborative Learning
Ch 3 Finding and Supporting a Thesis
Understanding the Thesis
Elements of a Good Thesis
Tips for Evaluating a Thesis
Stating Your Thesis
Tips for Developing a Thesis
Thesis Statements: Strong or Weak?
Supporting Your Thesis: Details
Using Sensory Details
Using Data: Statistics, Cases, and Expert Testimony
Student Writing: Thesis and Details
· Thomas Healey, "You Must Be Crazy!" [Student essay]
· Joseph Anderson, "Getting Juiced" [Student essay]
Models of Writing
· Nicholas D. Kristof, "Love and Race"
· Langston Hughes, "Salvation" [Story]
Strategy Checklist: Stating and Supporting a Thesis
Ch 4 Planning a Paper: Outlining
Why Outline?
Creating a Rough Outline
Making a Formal Outline
Establishing Main Divisions
Adding Supporting Details
Formatting a Formal Outline
Writing a Topic Outline
Correcting a Formal Outline
One Student Writing: From Prewriting to Essay
· Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias" [Poem]
· Prewriting, Rough Outline, Formal Outline, Essay: Alan Benjamin, "Enough Despair to Go Around" [Student essay]
Preparing Your Formal Outline
Tips for Writing a Formal Outline
Strategy Checklist: Preparing a Formal Outline
Ch 5 Writing Your Paper: An Overview
Writing a Strong Introduction
Stating the Thesis
Forecasting the Paper
Using Different Introductory Strategies
Tips for Writing a Strong Introduction
Writing the Body Paragraphs
Writing Topic Sentences
One Student Writing: Topic Sentences
· Hugh Nicholes, "The Mechanics of Backyard Mechanics" [Student essay]
Writing Transitions
Developing Paragraphs: Unity and Coherence
Tips for Achieving Paragraph Unity
Tips for Achieving Paragraph Coherence
Writing a Strong Conclusion
Tips for Writing a Strong Conclusion
Ch 6 Revising, Editing, and Proofreading Your Paper
Revising Your Paper
Revising to Improve Your Thesis
Revising for Appropriate Supporting Detail
Revising for Better Organization
Revising for Purpose and Audience
Revising for Suitable Structure: Introduction, Body Paragraphs, Conclusion
Peer Review: Learning from Other Students
One Student Writing: Revising and Editing
· Intermediate Draft: John Fousek, "My Roommate" [Student Essay]
Tips for Editing Your Paper
Learning from Your Instructor's Comments
· Intermediate Draft with Instructor Comments: John Fousek, "My Roommate" [Student Essay]
Tips for Careful Proofreading
Putting It All Together
Strategy Checklist: Revising and Editing Your Drafts
One Student Writing: Final Draft
· Final Draft: John Fousek, "My Roommate, Jim" [Student Essay]
A Brief Note on Style
PART 2 Methods of Development
Ch 7 Description
Writing Your Descriptive Paper
Tips for Writing a Descriptive Essay
Assignment: Description
Student Writing: Description
· Nick Fiscina, "Dad's Disappointment" [Student essay]
· Thomas Albanese, "High School Practice" [Student essay]
Description in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Esmeralda Santiago, "A Blanco Navidad for New Yorikans" [Annotated Professional Essay]
· Roger Angell, "On the Ball"
· Joan Didion, "Marrying Absurd"
· Maxine Hong Kingston, "My Mother Has Cooked for Us"
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Mark Strand, "Black Sea" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Descriptive Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 8 Narration
Writing Your Narrative Paper
Tips for Writing a Narrative Essay
Assignment: Narration
Student Writing: Narration
· Alycia Hatten, "The Death of Santa Claus" [Student essay]
· Jarrett David Lee Jackson, "My Father's House" [Student essay]
Narration in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Carol K. Littlebrandt, "Death Is a Personal Matter"
· Tanya Barrientos, "Se Habla Espanõl"
· Greg Sarris, "'You Don't Look Indian'"
· Kate Chopin, "The Story of an Hour" [Story]
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Countee Cullen, "Incident" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Narrative Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 9 Example
Writing Your Example Paper
Tips for Writing an Example Essay
Seeing an Example Paper Plan
Assignment: Example
Student Writing: Example
· Monica Branch, "Keep It Simple" [Student essay]
Researched Student Writing: Example
· Laura Merkner, "Children of Television" [MLA-style essay]
Example in the World Around You
Critical Reading: Example
· Verlyn Klinkenborg, "Inside the Mind's Eye, a Network of Highways" [Annotated professional essay]
Readings for Writing
· John Updike, "Childhood Transgressions"
· Barbara Ehrenreich, "What I've Learned from Men"
· John Grisham, "Boxers, Briefs and Books"
· Judy Brady, "I Want a Wife"
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Lament" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Example Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 10 Process
Writing Your Process Paper
Tips for Writing a Process Essay
Assignment: Process
Student Writing: Process
· Michael Wollan, "Coffee Time" [Student essay]
Researched Student Writing: Process
· Omprakash K. Pansara, "Preparing for he First Day of Classes" [MLA-Style essay]
Process in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Mark A. Shiffrin and Avi Silberschatz
· Mildred Armstrong Kalish, "Wash Day"
· Nikki Giovanni, "Campus Racism 101"
· Susan Douglas, "Remote Control: How to Raise a Media Skeptic"
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Robert Frost, "Fire and Ice" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Process Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 11 Comparison and Contrast
Writing Your Comparison–Contrast Paper
Tips for Writing a Comparison–Contrast Essay
Assignment: Comparison and Contrast
Student Writing: Comparison¿ ¿–Contrast
Subject-by-Subject Pattern
· Carey Byer, "In the Swim" [Student outline and essay]
Point-by-Point Pattern
· Benjamin Simonovich, "Two Jobs" [Student outline and essay]
Comparison and Contrast in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Mark Twain (Samuel L. Clemens), "The Professional"
· William Zinsser, "Speaking of Writing"
· Suzanne Britt, "That Lean and Hungry Look"
· David Brooks, "The Medium is the Medium"
· Shirley Jackson, "Charles" [Story]
· Saki (H.H. Munro), "The Open Window" [Story]
Legalizing Drugs: Two Web Sites for Comparison and Contrast
· Office of National Drug Control Policy [Home page]
· Marijuana Policy Project [Home page]
Love, Sweet Love: Two Poems for Comparison and Contrast
· William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29, "When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes" [Poem]
· William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130, "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" [Poem]
· Julie Olivera, "Two Kinds of Love" [Student essay]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Comparison and Contrast Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 12 Classification and Division
Classification and Division in Action
Using Division (or Analysis)
Using Classification
How Are Division and Classification Different?
Reviewing Division Strategies
Writing Your Classification Paper
Tips for Writing a Classification Essay
Assignment: Classification
Student Writing: Classification
· Yvonne C. Younger, "Tomorrow, Tomorrow" [Student essay]
Classification in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Jared Sandberg, "A Brief, Handy Guide to Those Odd Birds in the Upper Branches"
· John Holt, "Three Kinds of Disciplines"
· Amartya Sen, "A World Not Neatly Divided"
· Cass R. Sunstein, "How Polarizing Is the Internet?"
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Robert Frost, "The Rose Family" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Classification Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 13 Cause and Effect
Writing Your Cause and Effect Paper
Tips for Writing a Cause and Effect Essay
Assignment: Cause and Effect
Student Writing: Cause and Effect
· Richard S. Smith, "Cause for Failure" [Student essay]
Researched Student Writing: Cause and Effect
· Richard Yee, "Banning Same-Sex Marriage: An Attack on an American Institution" [MLA-style essay]
Cause and Effect in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Bob Herbert, "Tweet Less, Kiss More"
· Carll Tucker, "On Splitting"
· Mohan Sivanand, "Why I Write Wrong"
· Brent Staples, "What Adolescents Miss When We Let Them Grow Up in Cyberspace"
· Mike Twohy, "Reassigned Pending an Investigation" [Cartoon]
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· A. E. Housman, "Is my team ploughing…" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Cause and Effect Paper
Ch 14 Definition
Writing Your Definition Paper
Beginning a Formal Definition
Tips for Writing One-Sentence Definitions
Drafting Your Formal Definition Paper
Writing an Informal Definition Paper
Assignment: Definition
Student Writing: Formal Definition
· Frederick Spense, "Everyone Is Equal in the Grave" [Student essay]
Student Writing: Informal Definition
· Helen Fleming, "The Grinnies" [Student essay]
Definition in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· David Owen, "The Perfect Job"
· Lev Grossman, "Meet Joe Blog"
· Lorenzo Albacete, "The Struggle with Celibacy"
· Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., "Harrison Bergeron" [Story]
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Langston Hughes, "Dreams" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Definition Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 15 Argumentation
Using Logic
Using Induction and Deduction
Avoiding Logical Fallacies
Making Appeals
Writing Your Argumentation Paper
Writing a Formal Argument
Tips for Writing a Formal Argument
Developing a Debatable Position
Assignment: Argumentation
Student Writing: Argumentation
· Sandra Travis-Edwards, "The Right Not to Vote" [Student essay]
Argumentation: Perspectives on Immigrants in America
· US Immigration Support, "Illegal Immigration"
· "Report an Illegal Alien"
· J. B. Handlesman, "Undocumented Aliens" [Cartoon]
· "The Utah Compact"
· Nick Milano, "Citizenship for Christmas" [Student essay]
· Quynh Nguyen, "Being a Recent American" [Student essay]
Argumentation: Perspectives on the Death Penalty
· Lauren Heist, "Capital Punishment: An Example for Criminals" [Student essay]
· Alex Shalom, "Abolish the Death Penalty" [Student essay]
· Mark Essig, "Continuing the Search for Kinder Executions"
· Robert Mankoff, "Good News" [Cartoon]
Argumentation in the World Around You
Readings for Writing
· Stephanie Coontz, "Till Children Do Us Part"
· James Q. Wilson, "Just Take Away Their Guns"
· Meg Greenfield, "In Defense of the Animals"
Reading and Writing About Poetry
· Thomas Hardy, "The Man He Killed" [Poem]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Argument Paper
Collaborative Learning
Ch 16 Mixing Methods of Development
Developing Your Paper through Mixed Modes
Tips for Developing a Mixed Modes Essay
Mixing Methods: Looking at Possibilities
Assignment: Mixed Methods of Development
Student Writing: Mixing Methods in Developing Your Essay
· Brian Jarvis, "Against the Great Divide" [Student essay]
Critical Reading: Mixed Methods of Development
· Timothy K. Beal, "Bibles du Jour" [Annotated professional essay]
Readings for Writing
· Herbert J. Gans, "Fitting the Poor Into the Economy"
· Reshma Memon Yaqub, "You People Did This"
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Mixed Modes Paper
Collaborative Learning
PART 3 Special Writing
Ch 17 Literary Analysis
Writing Your Analysis of Literature
Reading Literature for Analysis
Tips for Reading Literature for Analysis
Interpreting Symbols
Tips for Avoiding Traps Involving Symbols
Watching for Metaphors and Similes
Avoiding Common Pitfalls in Literary Analysis
Tips for Avoiding Common Pitfalls in Literary Analysis
Student Writing: Literary Analysis
· Harriett McKay, "The Beginning of the End" [Student essay]
Readings for Writing
· Jamaica Kincaid, "Girl" [Story]
· Ann Petry, "Doby's Gone" [Story]
· Edgar Allan Poe, "TheTell-Tale Heart" [Story]
Strategy Checklist: Writing and Revising Your Literary Analysis Paper
Ch 18 Writing Essay Exams
Preparing for the Exam
Evaluating the Question
Planning and Writing Your Essay
Tips for Planning and Writing Your Essay
Strategy Checklist: Taking an Essay Exam
Ch 19 Business Writing: An Overview
Writing Inquiry and Complaint Letters
Letter of Inquiry
Letter of Complaint
Letter Format
Tips for Writing and Formatting a Letter
Online Job Search
Tips for Online Job Hunters
Writing a Letter to Apply for a Job
Writing Your Résumé
Tips for Preparing a Resume
Electronic (Digital) Résumés
Writing Memorandums and E-mail
PART 4 Research
Ch 20 Doing Research
Choosing Your Subject
Doing Preliminary Reading
Searching the World Wide Web
"Googling" Your Subject
Evaluating On-line Sources
Tips for Evaluating Web Sties Used in Your Research
Using General Encyclopedias
Using Specialized Reference Works
Preparing Your Preliminary Outline
Why Libraries?
Limiting Your Research Topic
Determining a Research Question
Finding Sources and Developing a Working Reference List
Finding Articles
Finding Books: The Online Catalog
Keeping Records for Your Reference List
Taking Notes
Note-taking Options: Pencils or Keyboards?
Evaluating Sources
Tips for Evaluating Your Sources
Recording Quotations
Summarizing and Paraphrasing in Your Notes
Disagreements: Distinguishing Between Facts and Opinions
Developing Your Thesis
Preparing Your Formal Outline
Making a Slug Outline
Writing a Formal Outline
Strategy Checklist: Doing Research
Ch 21 Writing Your Research Paper
Writing Your Research Paper: An Overview
The First Draft
Subsequent Drafts
Using Explanatory Notes
Toward the Final Copy
Quoting and Paraphrasing Your Sources
Quoting an Original Source
Paraphrasing an Original Source
Direct Quotations: How Many?
Avoiding Plagiarism
Documenting Sources in the Humanities: MLA Style
Parenthetical Citations
A List of Works Cited
Preparing the Works Cited List
Tips for Preparing the Works Cited List
Documenting Sources in the Social Sciences: APA Style
Parenthetical Citations
A List of APA References
Preparing Your References List
Tips for Preparing an APA References List
Preparing Your Manuscript
Tips for Preparing the Final Copy
Strategy Checklist: Writing Your Research Paper
Frequently Asked Questions about Writing Research Papers
Sample MLA-Style Research Paper
· Elizabeth Kessler, "The Banning of the Polygraph" [MLA-style essay]
PART 5 Style
Ch 22 Proper Words in Proper Places
Denotation and Connotation
The Importance of Connotation
Word Sensitivity
Abstract Writing and Concrete Writing
Using Specific Details
Using Specific Words and Phrases
Using Comparisons
Ch 23 Effective Sentences
Wordiness and Economy
Cutting Deadwood
Avoiding Pointless Repetition of Meaning
Cutting Unnecessary Clauses
Avoiding Delay of Subject
Passive and Active Verbs
Faulty Parallelism
What Is Parallelism?
Avoiding Faulty Parallelism
Faulty Subordination and Sentence Combining
Sentence Monotony and Variety
Varying Sentence Length
Varying Sentence Structure
Ch 24 Additional Style Problems and Solutions
Repetition, Good and Bad
Repetition for Clarity
Repetition for Impact
Undesirable Repetition of Meaning
Undesirable Repetition of the Same Word
Undesirable Repetition of Sounds
Fancy Writing
Sexist Language
Tips for Avoiding Sexist Language
Miscellaneous Do's and Don'ts
Tips for Writing in an Academic Style
PART 6 Handbook, Glossary, and ESL Pointers
Glossary of Problem Words
ESL Pointers:Tips for Non-Native Writers
Verbs and Helping Verbs, Including Modals
Summary Checklist: Principal Parts and Auxiliaries for Three Sample Verbs
Using Helping Verbs and Modals with Principal Parts of Verbs
Phrasal Verbs
Tips and Pointers for Phrasal Verbs
Nouns:Countable and Uncountable
Examples of Nouns You Cannot Count
The articles a, and, and the
Using in, at, and on
Customer Reviews
Average Review
Most Helpful Customer Reviews


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Russia Premier League Wrap: Zenit beat Amkar
Zenit closed the gap on Lokomotiv Moscow at the top of the Russian Premier League to just a point with a 2-1 win at Amkar Perm.
Andre Villas-Boas' men had to come from behind after Maxim Kanunnikov had given the home side a 10th-minute lead on Saturday, but two goals in five minutes just after the break from Domenico Criscito and Aleksandr Kerzhakov saw them take all three points.
That victory, combined with leaders Lokomotiv Moscow's 0-0 draw with city rivals Spartak on Saturday, means the 2012 champions sit just one point of the summit.
Dinamo Moscow are now third following their 3-1 victory at Tom Tomsk on Saturday.
They too had to come from behind as Vladimir Rykov gave Tomsk a 48th-minute lead, but the visitors roared back through Aleksandr Kokorin, Kevin Kuranyi and Alexey Ionov to extend their unbeaten run to six matches.
CSKA Moscow level on points with Dinamo after picking up their third straight league win on Monday.
It was a mixed day for CSKA playmaker Alan Dzagoev, who added to Zoran Tosic's fifth-minute opener before being sent off in the 41st minute.
The hosts made light of their numerical disadvantage, though, Pontus Wernbloom adding a third with 21 minutes to go to consign struggling Volga to their sixth consecutive league defeat.
Monday's other fixture involving Krylya Sovetov and Terek Grozny was postponed due to heavy snow.
Elsewhere over the weekend, Roman Shirokov scored twice as Krasnodar won 3-1 at city rivals Kuban Krasnodar, bottom club Anzhi's woes continued as they lost 2-1 at Ural, and Rostov picked up a 2-1 win at Rubin Kazan.


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Delicious Thai Cuisine, 5th ed.-Bangkok, by Nalin Khu-Armornpatana, published by Sangdad Publishing. With 46 authentic Thai Recipes, and a little practice, you can make your own home the Thai Dishes you and your loved ones like best. The book also introduce Thai ingredients with photos and brief descriptions. This book is bilingual Thai-English cookbook with full colors.
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Remember a few weeks back, when we told you about how those evil scrooges up in Pittsburgh hate Santa Claus? Well, judging by the loot he left under my tree this Christmas, the jolly ol' fat man hates those a$$holes right back.
Alright, so maybe the elf that made my hat dipped into the Xmas egg nog before he got off work and thus messed up his head:beak ratio while stitching. It's the thought that counts, little elf, and the thought is right on.


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Nice article from Bill Keaggy from the Dachis Group on joining the Sketchnote Revolution as a new year's resolution:
I've got an idea for a new year's resolution: Join the sketchnote revolution:
Sketchnotes are a visual form of note-taking that can include drawings, various lettering sizes and styles, color, icons, arrows, boxes and more — whatever works for you. I'd say that sketchnoting is officially a movement — maybe you've seen some from SXSWi or other conferences. And the best part? You don't have to be a creative genius to do it. It's called Sketchnoting, not Art School.
I was happy to see Bill describing his two-stage sketchnoting approach, where he takes rough sketchnotes at the even and constructs them into visually interesting sketchnotes after the event is over.Read the entire article at the Dachis Group blog.


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Susana Montoya Bryan | The Associated Press
Posted: Wednesday, July 27, 2011
"The New Mexico Supreme Court on Wednesday cleared the way for environmental groups to intervene in an ongoing legal battle over whether the state should regulate greenhouse-gas emissions.
Attorneys for the groups said the justices' unanimous decision will ensure that proponents of the regulations will have a seat at the table if courts have to determine the fate of the state's carbon emissions policies. " More>>>>


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Next time you're hungry, reach for a nut. Bite for bite they're one of the most nutrient-dense foods you can eat. An excellent alternative to meat as a source of protein, most nuts are low in saturated fat yet high in good-for-you mono- and polyunsaturated fats. They also don't contain cholesterol, unlike meat; instead, they have phytosterols, which research has shown to be heart-healthy. You'll get plenty of antioxidants, vitamins, and minerals, too -- all of which help your body stave off disease.
That said, all nuts are not created equal. Some do a better job at helping your heart while others protect your memory. And many, botanically speaking, aren't even nuts, but rather seeds and legumes. So how do you tell one from another? We broke down a handful and highlighted what makes them stand apart nutritionally. Now there's nothing left to do but get cracking.
Tip: Stored in an airtight container in the fridge, shelled nuts will last for about six months -- or about a year in the freezer.
When pistachios first came to U.S. markets, they were dyed red to hide stains and add distinction. These days, you're more likely to find this delicately sweet, buttery nut showing off its true green color.
Pistachios are a good source of phytosterols, which help lower cholesterol levels and may offer protection from breast and prostate cancer.
Amp up breakfast by adding whole pistachios to a spinach, tomato, and Gruyere cheese frittata. Or try this pistachio recipe: Blueberry Yogurt Fool.
The mild English variety is the most popular in the United States. Picked straight from the tree, a walnut will open readily without a nutcracker; it's the commercial washing and drying process that makes the shell hard.
They're the only nut with a significant amount of omega-3 fatty acids, which may help fight illnesses like coronary heart disease, type-2 diabetes, and even depression.
Layer walnuts with tomato sauce, mozzarella, and squash for a crunchy lasagna. Or try this walnut recipe: Chicken Waldorf Salad
Brazil nuts
Mainly harvested from wild trees in the Amazon, the Brazil nut (actually a seed) has a creamy flavor reminiscent of the coconut.
One nut exceeds the DRI (dietary reference intake) for selenium, a mineral and antioxidant shown to help protect against cancer.
Mix chopped Brazil nuts into a berry salad -- or to satisfy a sweet craving, dip whole in dark-chocolate fondue.
Considered a nut because of its shell and dietary use, the robustly flavored peanut is really a legume, like beans and peas.
The B vitamins niacin and folate, which are found in peanuts, help maintain a healthy heart and may decrease your risk for certain cancers; folate may also protect against cognitive decline.
Add peanuts to a cabbage and bell-pepper slaw drizzled with sesame-miso dressing. Or try this peanut recipe: Papaya, Shrimp, and Soba Salad.
The dense, milky flavored almond is considered one of the world's oldest cultivated foods. An ancestor of stone fruits, the almond grows on trees similar in size and shape to peach trees.
Almonds are high in vitamin E, a powerful antioxidant that helps protect cells from oxidative stress, which has been linked to heart disease and Alzheimer's.
Sprinkle slivered almonds on polenta with sauteed wild mushrooms. Or try this almond recipe: Whole-Wheat Couscous with Almonds
The sweet pecan is the only major nut tree native to North America; about 80 percent of pecans are grown in the United States.
Pecans contain more disease-fighting antioxidants than any other common nut in this country. They even hold their own among berries and cherries.
Crush and mix pecans with seasoned bread crumbs and Parmesan, then use to stuff artichokes. Or try this pecan recipe: Apple, Date, and Ginger Crisp.


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COLUMBUS, Ohio (AP) -- Ohio Gov. John Kasich (KAY'-sik) has close to $8 million in campaign cash on hand at the start of the election year.
Campaign finance reports filed Friday show the Republican governor raised nearly $3.9 million in the second half of last year and received in-kind donations totaling almost $630,000. Kasich's campaign spent about $383,000 over the period.
His likely Democratic challenger, Ed FitzGerald, has yet to file his report. FitzGerald, the Cuyahoga (ky-uh-HOH'-guh) County executive, has been in the race since April 2013. He's expected to be outraised by the incumbent governor.
Four years ago, Kasich ousted incumbent Democrat Ted Strickland in one of Ohio's most expensive gubernatorial contests.
Candidates for the state Legislature and Congress also will report how much they raised and spent through Dec. 31.


text: NEW YORK ( TheStreet) -- IBM ( IBM - Get Report) achieved a feat two years ago when the tech giant's Watson supercomputer beat two human champions in the Jeopardy TV quiz. Now keen to bring high-end computing to the corporate masses, IBM unveiled the first commercial Watson-based technologies on Friday. The company picked the lucrative health-care sector as the launch pad for this effort, teaming up with health-insurance firm WellPoint ( WLP) and New York's prestigious Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Care Center. "We chose health care as a starting point," said Manoj Saxena, general manager of IBM's Watson Solutions, during the New York launch event. "We believe it's ready for transformation in the context of big data and analytics -- we believe that Watson will change the way that medicine is taught, practiced and paid for." IBM has been working closely with WellPoint and Memorial Sloan Kettering to "teach" Watson how to process and analyze clinical data, specifically around cancer care. The supercomputer has already ingested more than 600,000 pieces of medical evidence, according to Big Blue, as well as 2 million pages of text from clinical oncology trials. WellPoint has used Watson to build technology for streamlining the review processes between a patient's physicians and their health plan, which it says will speed up approvals. "By the end of the year, 50% of our nurses will be using Watson," WellPoint Executive Vice President Lori Leer said during a presentation at IBM's New York headquarters. The Indianapolis-based firm also worked with IBM and Memorial Sloan-Kettering on Interactive Care Insights for Oncology, a cloud-based service that can help identify individual treatment options for cancer patients, starting with lung cancer. IBM's Saxena noted that health care is a "$2 trillion industry," highlighting the market opportunity for IBM. The Armonk, New York-based firm, which recently posted robust fourth-quarter results, expects to generate $16 billion in analytics revenue by 2015. Big Blue also discussed the broader potential for Watson on Friday. Saxena, for example, cited six "instances" of Watson being deployed in the past 12 months. "We are using Watson beyond health care in financial services, and we have just signed up some telco customers -- you will see more of these announcements later in the year," he told TheStreet. "Watson is really well-suited for information-intensive industries such as insurance, health care, telecom and banking." IBM shares rose 0.9% to $201.57 in Friday trading. -- Written by James Rogers in New York Follow @jamesjrogers >To submit a news tip, send an email to: firstname.lastname@example.com.


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Professor, Department of Medicine (Hospital Medicine)
Chief, Division of Hospital Medicine at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine and Montefiore Medical Center, Department of Medicine
A 1992 graduate of Albert Einstein College of Medicine, Dr. Southern completed residency training in Internal Medicine at the Mount Sinai Medical Center program (1992-1995). In July 1995, Dr. Southern joined the faculty at the Mount Sinai School of Medicine as a clinician educator and Hospitalist where he was actively involved with teaching medical students and residents. In July 2002, Dr. Southern joined the faculty at Einstein as an Assistant Professor of Medicine and Teaching Hospitalist.
Since that time Dr. Southern has played many active teaching roles with Montefiore Internal Medicine Residents, Jacobi Internal Medicine Residents, and Einstein medical students. Dr. Southern has served as the Director of Hospitalist Services and the Associate Medical Director at Weiler. In June 2007, he received a MS in Clinical Research Methods and has published in the area of hospital medicine outcomes research. In January of 2009, he was appointed the Chief of the Section of Hospital Medicine at Einstein/Montefiore.
Dr. Southern is presently Associate Professor of Clinical Medicine at Einstein, and a Senior Fellow of Hospital Medicine in the Society of Hospital Medicine.
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Ford Ranger Prices Paid and Buying Experiences
swykes Posts: 2I bought basically the same thing in May 2008 for $15,900 in Kingston, Ont (again, Canadian prices). It's a 2008 4x2 4 cylinder 5-speed stripper - the only option was AC. If I had to do it all over again, I'd spring for the club cab so there would be room for the passenger seat to recline a little. $5,000 drop in price in 6 months is a little painful to hear about, but I was in a bind. My '94 Volvo 240 left me stranded one too many times and I needed to replace it that day, or start walking. I'm happy with the truck - I drive mostly on secondary roads at 50 mph and am getting in the high 30's for mpg. It doesn't see freeway travel much, but if I keep the speed limit in sight, I can get 38 mpg. Basically, it does what I bought it to do, and it was the cheapest 4 cyl available at the time.0
s_hawk3 Posts: 1I am deployed and was looking for a cheap truck for when i get back. I found one my wife is going to go check it out. I was wondering if it seemed like a good deal. This is the add.
1999 Ford Ranger 4X4 with a 6" Superlift Suspension Lift System (installed by Alaska Spring). Custom heavy duty springs. 3.0 liter Vulcan V/6 engine with 5 speed manual transmission. Dual air bags. Engine block heater. Rebuilt transmission, front and rear differentials and transfer case. Rubber floor with mud/snow mats. Shift on the fly 4X4. Dual Cardigan CV drive shafts, front and rear. JBA Ceramic coated headers. Straight exhaust w/Vortex muffler w/ stainless steel turndown tip. Hypertech stage three computer chip. Volant cold air intake system w/pre-filter. Airaid Poweraid throttle body spacer. Bosch Iridium+ 4 spark plugs. Goodyear Gatorback extreme life Serpentine drive belt. Heavy duty alternator. Ford duraliner bedliner. Class IV Hitch, 6" drop tongue with ball, receiver cover and locking hitch pin. Go Rhino Nerf Bar side steps.
BRAND NEW BFG AT's 33"x10.5"x15" tires on 15X8 Ultra Five Spoke Rims. Body is in excellent shape!
Clean title in hand.
Asking $4900 for quick sale due to move. Has 224K Miles on it though. Wife said runs good and all. But i keep thinking that is still a lot of miles for an engine.0
Karen_S Posts: 5,092A reporter is interested in talking with recent owners ( within the last month) or people who are considering purchasing a hybrid or a pickup truck. If you are interested in commenting on your experience, please reply to [email protected] no later than 12pm PST on March 1st, 2011 and include your name, state of residence, the model year of your vehicle and your phone number.0
exrangerman Posts: 1This will be long but I got burnt.
This vehicle was never off roaded, babied to the max.
Purchased a 2001 Ford Ranger Edge in 2008. 4.0 4x4 with a 4:10 gear
This was a beautiful little yellow truck.
I had to drive 150 miles to buy it & didn't care. Checked it out, it was awesome.
It had just over 80,000 on it & was a great price. 7,500.00
Single owner Carfax to boot.
1st thing I notice was mileage. Granted I didn't expect a ton, but 13 miles to the gallon hwy?
Not cool. My 97 F-150 got that much! Still, it was a good ride and cool looking.
So mileage be damned.... Still I love it intensely. 6 months went by, no issues...
Week 1
Full fluid changes Synthetic Engine oil, New trans fluid, transfer box, both Diffs.
(front was tough to do too) 200 or so in oil
--Month 7-
Bed dropped as I pulled into the drive. Hangers and shackles had completely rotted away.
about $400 to fix myself. And no super huge deal. I missed it when I checked it out, my bad.
*still in love*
--Month 9- Fuel pump in tank failed. So off with the bed again & $250.00 for the fuel pump.
Hey, who knows..... maybe the person before me ran it low alot.
*love not faded*
--Month 10. Oil pressure sensor failed
Cheapo easy fix.. No sweat.
*Love affected none*
No problems for almost 6 months,
Love intensely. Wash this thing once a week. Full hand waxes. Wheel treatments.
Engine oil changed meticulously
--Somewhere near 1.5 years in.
Drivers side wheel bearing out. Squeeling like a baby pig. 200 bucks for the lifetime warranty bearing.
A touch annoyed, but hey 8.5 years. Nearing 100,000. I get it.
*still love my little yellow truck*
Bout a month later, the front end must have missed me. CV started popping. 80 more bucks.
Stupid design for repair too, hate to admit it too, but terrible desin
Still I love my truck.
--2 lovely problem free months . Rear U-joint now.
Pulled the driveshaft. Wrenched some more.
Cheap fix. Aggrevated.
But, like a wife annoying as we all say they are.
Dangit if I don't still love her!
--2 years almost to the DAY.
Rear end locking up & whining. Tore it down, Pinion bearing took a dump.
Small pieces of metal embedded into the traction discs. Rebearing, replaced discs
Synthetic oil Bout 700.00 again to fix myself.
*Love fading fast. But minimal monthy payment keeps me in it.*
Decided while I was coining out brakes should get done too.
New rotors, new drums, the works. Surely my Ranger will return my love in the long haul.
--2years 5 months. Passenger wheel bearing. 200 more bucks.
*very little love left.. Still .she's pretty*
-- 1 more month. Alternator. 150.00 more.
*I'm spending more on parts than my monthly payment. Love is gone, just gone*
--2 more months,,,, Clunk from front area?? Weird.
Check the lower ball joints, Worn a bit. So replaced them and tie rod ends to be safe.
130.00 more & half a day.
*I got nothing left but distain now*
Clunk goes away for a week, comes back, can't figure it out
2 ASA techs later no idea.
Under 3 years . Over 2000 in parts(no labor)Trade that piece of junk in.
If not for years of great luck with both F-150's & Taurus' I'd be done with Ford.
No wonder to me why Ranger isn't made anymore. JUNK0
rangergirl2000 Posts: 1awww jeez, I'm sorry to hear about all your problems. But it had to have been because the last person trashed it before they sold it to you. I have a 2000 XLT and love this thing!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!! I'm telling you, I'm HHHAAAARRRRDDDDDD on this thing-change its oil once a year whether it needs it or not! LOL And I just now put new spark plugs in it, 141,000 on the original factory ones. One of them even had a piece of fuzz on it and was still running!!!
This is the second one I've gotten and am in love with it still. But I'm just writing to say I'm sorry you've had all these problems. I just wonder if that last owner put some "bandaids" on it so someone would buy it and they finally fell off. Anyway, just wanted to say I feel your pain (somewhat because my baby truck hasn't really needed too terribly much)...I put a new radiator in last month, new plugs and some new fuses. This month its already asked for a new thermostat and antifreeze (I'd been running plain water in it since I put in the new radiator--I know I know I know, you're not supposed to do that, thus the new thermostat), a battery and now its running pretty ragged. Its either a bad 02 sensor, bad fuel relay sensor or fuel filter. I'm thinking fuel filter because I've never put one in......but loved your letter as its kinda given me an idea of what I may be looking at down the line.
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1. Making masses of bunting, throws for hay bales and other crafty bits for a dear friends wedding this summer. This took up most of my sewing time last winter and spring. The day was perfect - decent weather, good company and happiness all round. The reception was in a beautiful old barn. My quilts decorated the walls and friends brought flowers from their gardens and baked cakes to share. Other friends in a band provided the music and we all camped in the farmers field. A perfect time was had by all.
2. Making a picnic quilt - made from The Very Hungry Caterpillar fabric - perfect for a picnic blanket!
3. Entering my very first ever quilt competition. I decided that I wanted to challenge myself this year so took the plunge and entered the Festival of Quilts contemporary quilt category. Even though my quilt was nowhere near perfect and got slated by the judges I am still proud of myself for entering!
4. Completing a quilt made from Bee blocks collected in 2011. My inspiration was springtime in England and my finished quilt fits the description perfectly! I was made some stunning blocks by people from all over the world.
5. Making a few squares to contribute to a group over on flickr - Siblings Together
I now have to make two quilts between now and Christmas for my children. Eek! I better make the most of this afternoon then whilst my children are out. Bye for now xx


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Fishing can be a phenomenal and fun activity for children and youngsters. Fishing can be a very fulfilling sport; you and your family can fish rather than dealing with the hectic routines of day to day life in Upland, and enjoy the outdoors. Families regularly enjoy the outside air, find out about the earth, and even create great memories. Best of all, fishing is quality time spent together talking, laughing and sitting next to each other. It can be a perfect game for little children, on the off chance that you present it emphatically. For some families, the experience of fishing with live bait, and catching fish that later become dinner, can be a memory making experience that lasts a lifetime.
Here are some of the thought to make your fishing trip successful in Upland with your kids.
Upland Live Bait Well
How to Build a Deck in a Bass Boat
The evolution of fishing gear and accessories along with the development of the bass fishing industry brought about the development of various lures specifically used for different fish species.
There are many types or class of lures and they all depend on what type of fish works for them. Much only work for specific types but some cover a wide range of species of fish.
Below are some of the typical lures used for fishing.
Light Standard Casting Lures
For Standard casting lures, they are mostly able to attract a wide range of fish varieties from albacore, bluefish, Bonita, oho and crappies. These lures are also excellent for certain species of bass fish and work best when retrieved from water at low to medium speed. They pass through water with undetectably synthetic material.
Their sizes are excellent for lightweight fish and a host of freshwater species. They range from 1/16 oz. to 3 oz.
The hand painted eye is enticing enough to allow schooling of fish. This feature allows for more chances of trapping one of the target fish in the water.
Heavy Standard Casting Lures
Heavy Standard Casting Lures are excellent for quite heavy fish specifically, walleye and bass. While the lightweight lures are used in most circumstances, it was shown that heavy counterparts provide more reliable fishing output.
Moreover, the heavy standard lures are able to catch fish than diamond and light standard casting lures.
Long Casting/Jigging Lures
Perhaps the most popular among the fishing lures are the long, tapered jigging lures. They are perhaps the most commonly used fishing lures among the fishermen in Florida, Mississippi, and Louisiana.
Just recently, it was found out that the long casting lures work best for catching trout and pike. They were also found to effectively catch stripers and bluefish. They can catch tuna and walleye in a breeze!
Unlike heavy standard lures, this gear won't produce good fish-catch output up to 180–200 ft under water but be sure to effectively match your lure color, bait, and related accessories to maximize performance.
Deadly Diamond Lures
These lures are one of the smallest with sizes ranging from 1/8 to 1oz. They can seamlessly attract attention among fish and could form a school of fish in a minute!
The reason is it lies on its structural surface formation and cut. The top handle is cut like a diamond and causes the reflection of light striking on its surface. The diamond lures are best for catching bass fish varieties, crappie and stripers although they work on a small range of fish species


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A Graduation Speech Like No Other
Eric Duquette graduated as the salutatorian of his high school and he has autism. He gave the commencement speech at graduation after being accepted into every institution of higher learning he applied to. He will attend Rhode Island College.
On Facing Judgement
Live radically, and you'll inevitably face the judgment of others. For Shannon Hayes, loving unconditionally is the antidote.
Getting Inside the Heads of Students With Asperger Syndrome
How do you help a student with Asperger Syndrome discover his strengths and thrive in the classroom? Dan Coulter helps teachers understand what goes on inside the head of a student with Asperger Syndrome.
Radical Acts of Education
Meet our pick of organizations and strategies that foster life-long learning and personal growth while teaching age-old and brand-new skills.
The above resources accompany the June 2011 YES! Education Connection Newsletter
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By Vytas A. Bankaitis
In preparing to take on the directorship of the Lipid Research Division, I reflect on the genesis and accomplishments of the division and on the new challenges that lie ahead. The Lipid Research Division was born from a grassroots discussion of broad concerns shared by all lipid research scientists. These included such issues as increased national and international visibility for lipid research, representation within the American Society for Biochemistry and Molecular Biology, and increased funding for lipid research. These foundational goals were outlined in previous ASBMB Today articles, and these set a clear and appropriate course. But in moving forward, it is also of paramount importance that the lipid community actively build upon the progress already made. Realization of these foundational goals will rely on the enthusiastic support of the greater community of lipid researchers. A primary challenge faced by any director of the Lipid Research Division is to foster that enthusiasm and to help translate it into action. But challenges lie ahead. Some can be foreseen; others cannot be so easily identified at this time. The success of the Lipid Research Division ultimately rests on gainful management of what I perceive to be a fundamental (but unofficial) concern in the lipid community. That, ironically, is one of identity. The lipid community is composed of divergent disciplines involving chemists, biochemists, physical chemists and physiologists who study both prokaryotic and eukaryotic systems. Imprinted upon these broad disciplines are not only different areas of concentration that focus on understanding the impact of eicosanoids, sphingolipids, glycerolipids and cholesterol metabolism on basic biological processes but also a diverse array of unique technical approaches. Moreover, interest in lipids is obviously increasing in many disciplines, such as neuroscience, developmental biology, cell biology, physiology, clinical medicine and pathogenesis. The large advances made in lipidomics are and will continue to be significant drivers in these areas. With so much scientific breadth and excitement in the lipid arena, how can there be identity issues? While the scientific diversity and expanding horizons of lipid research are undoubtedly strengths, our ability to meet our future goals and challenges demands that we embrace our primary identity as a community of investigators with a unifying interest in lipid research. It is here where diversity often becomes a double-edged sword. The expanding horizons of lipid research present growing pains as well. In my opinion, these issues play out in the perception by many in the lipid community that recent high-impact lipid research has come from directions removed from the historical core of lipid research. On one hand, productive evolution of any vibrant discipline absolutely depends on such cross-fertilization, and the conceptual and technical advances that accompany such progress must be welcomed. On the other hand, this evolution does bring with it a rather unique potential for confusing the conceptual frontier of lipid research. This is particularly the case when "high-impact" studies are insufficiently anchored on the essential foundations so carefully laid down by lipid enzymologists and biophysicists. These foundations, and the science behind them, are often alien to researchers who come to lipid science from other disciplines. (I speak with some authority on the issues that accompany unexpected journeys into the world of organic phases and membrane surfaces.) Popularization of simplistic and occasionally naïve "high-impact" cartoon models (for which "high-impact" journals and the scientific community at large have a raging thirst) often exerts an unhealthy influence on editorial decisions at said journals. The ripple effects then flow down to funding decisions that are themselves wrapped in the subjective criterion of impact. It is this cycle that many see as a threat to the very research ultimately required to understand mechanisms (e.g., "boring" enzymological and biophysical work). Those concerns are not without merit. As we move forward, a principle responsibility for the community is to find ways to productively embrace newly developing areas in lipid research and foster their integration with its established foundations. The Lipid Research Division provides an outstanding forum for shaping this essential interface. In closing, I am compelled to mention how important altruistic citizenship is to the health and vitality of any professional community. I take the opportunity to extend to Dan Raben, Barbara Gordon and the ASBMB the deep gratitude of the community of lipid researchers for their vision in organizing the Lipid Research Division and for their efforts in shepherding the organization through its critical birth phase. As we move forward, Dan and Barbara's experience and advice will be most valuable, and I am particularly grateful to Dan for his willingness to remain actively involved in continued development of the division. Moreover, many of our colleagues, both senior and junior, generously donated their time and talents to making the division a reality. Their contributions were central to getting the project off the ground. While I cannot name them all here, it is essential that their efforts be acknowledged, for they are deeply appreciated. To me, it is the spirit of this extended group that forecasts a bright future for the Lipid Research Division. The Lipid Research Division set out worthwhile goals at its inception and successfully initiated organization of an infrastructure to support attainment of those goals. Now we come to the stage where execution is the name of the game. I look forward to working with the Lipid Research Division steering committee in formulating pragmatic strategies for reaching the goals already set and in charting the future activities of the organization. This committee is an outstanding and experienced group that is loaded with ideas and opinions, and I am confident that we will navigate those strategic waters effectively. Members of the steering committee and I are excited to have the privilege to serve the lipid community in these most interesting of times. We welcome input of all kinds, so please feel free to contact us directly with your ideas and concerns.
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Q. What are the receptacle spacing requirements for a dwelling unit, in other than kitchens or bathrooms?
A. Section 210.52 provides requirements for 15A and 20A, 125V receptacle outlets in dwelling units. The receptacles required by this section are in addition to any receptacle that is:
1. Part of a luminaire or appliance,
2. Controlled by a wall switch in accordance with 210.70(A)(1), Ex 1.
3. Located within cabinets or cupboards, or
4. Located more than 5½ ft above the floor.
A receptacle outlet must be installed in every kitchen, family room, dining room, living room, sunroom, parlor, library, den, bedroom, recreation room, and similar room or area in accordance with (1), (2), and (3):
According to 210.52(A)(1), a receptacle outlet must be installed so that no point along the floor line of any wall is more than 6 ft, measured horizontally along the floor line, from a receptacle outlet, as shown in the Figure. The purpose of this rule is to ensure that a general-purpose receptacle is conveniently located to reduce the chance that an extension cord will be used.
Wall space is defined as:
1. Any space 2 ft or more in width, unbroken along the floor line by doorways and similar openings, fireplaces, and fixed cabinets.
2. The space occupied by fixed panels in exterior walls.
3. The space occupied by fixed room dividers, such as freestanding bar-type counters or guard rails.
Floor receptacle outlets aren't counted as the required receptacle wall outlet if they are located more than 18 in. from the wall. Receptacles installed for countertop surfaces as required by 210.52(C), can't be used to meet the receptacle requirements for wall space as required by 210.52(A).
Ex 1: The 20A, 120V small-appliance branch circuit can be used to supply a receptacle for an electric clock.
Ex 2: A receptacle can be connected to the small-appliance branch circuit to supply a gas-fired range, oven, or counter-mounted cooking unit.
A range hood or above-the-range microwave listed as a range hood must be supplied by an individual branch circuit [422.16(B)(4)(5)].
Q. What are the basic working space requirements for a dwelling unit?
A. The same rules apply to dwelling units as for any other occupancy. According to 110.26, access and working space must be provided about all electrical equipment, for the purpose of safe operation and maintenance of equipment. Equipment that may need examination, adjustment, servicing,
or maintenance while energized must have working space provided in accordance with (A)(1), (A)(2), and (A)(3). The phrase "while energized" is the root of many debates. As always, check
with the AHJ to see what equipment he or she believes needs a clear working space.
The depth of the working space, which is measured from the enclosure front, must not be less than the distances contained in Table 110.26(A)(1). For dwelling units, the minimum depth required from this table is 3 ft, because the voltage to ground is not more than 150V in dwelling units.
The width of the working space must be a minimum of 30 in. but in no case less than the width of the equipment. The width of the working space can be measured from left-to-right, from right-to-left, or simply centered on the equipment — and the working space can overlap the working space for other electrical equipment. In all cases, the working space must be of sufficient width, depth, and height to permit all equipment doors to open 90°.
The height of the working space (i.e., headroom) in front of equipment must not be less than 6½ ft, measured from the grade, floor, platform, or the equipment height, whichever is greater. Equipment such as raceways, cables, wireways, cabinets, panels, and so on can be located above or below electrical equipment, but must not extend more than 6 in. into the equipment's working space.
Ex 1: The minimum headroom requirement doesn't apply to service equipment or panelboards rated 200A or less located in an existing dwelling unit.
Q. Are anti-short bushings required for both Type AC and Type MC cable terminations?
A. Type AC cable must terminate in boxes or fittings specifically listed for Type AC cable to protect the conductors from abrasion [300.15 and 320.40]. An insulating anti-short bushing, sometimes called a "redhead," must be installed at all Type AC cable terminations. The termination fitting must permit the visual inspection of the anti-short bushing once the cable has been installed [320.40].
The following are some other items to keep in mind when working with Type AC cable:
· The internal aluminum bonding strip within the cable serves no electrical purpose once outside the cable and can be cut off, but many electricians use it to secure the anti-short bushing to the cable (see 320.108).
· Conductors 4 AWG and larger that enter an enclosure must be protected from abrasion during and after installation by a fitting that provides a smooth, rounded, insulating surface, such as an insulating bushing unless the design of the box, fitting, or enclosure provides equivalent protection in accordance with 300.4(G).
Fittings used to secure Type MC cable to boxes or other enclosures must be listed and identified for such use [300.15 and 330.40].
· The NEC does not require anti-short bushings (redheads) at the termination of Type MC cable, but if they are supplied it is considered by many to be a good practice to use them.
· Conductors 4 AWG and larger that enter an enclosure must be protected from abrasion during and after installation by a fitting that provides a smooth, rounded, insulating surface, such as an insulating bushing unless the design of the box, fitting, or enclosure provides equivalent protection in accordance with 300.4(G).
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Join us for conversation en français at the beautiful University Club of St Paul.
The Alliance Française of Minneapolis/St. Paul and the University Club of St Paul welcome you to this casual monthly French conversation group. Join us the second Thursday of every month on the hills of Summit Avenue, from 6 to 7:30 pm, for an Apéritif en Français. When you arrive, check in at the front desk to be directed to our meeting room.
This group is led by AF member and volunteer Brad Givot with Alliance Française instructors and staff members joining as possible. Membership in the University Club is not required to attend. All are welcome!
Arrive early to grab a glass a wine on happy hour until 6 pm.
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We work for God and for good because we are saved, not seeking to be saved.
God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life.
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The hardness of a grinding disc is the resistance that the binding of the disc exerts against grain shedding.
The bond hardness of a cutting-off wheel or grinding disc can be influenced and adjusted by the resin used as well as by the added filler materials. According to DIN ISO 525 the bond hardness of cutting-off wheels and grinding discs is identified by letters of the alphabet that are added to the type designation. The identifiers range from "A" (extremely soft) to "Z" (extremely hard), i.e. the harder the bond, the higher the position of the corresponding letter in the alphabet.
As a general rule, the selection of a cutting-off wheel / grinding disc that is ideal for a particular application requires that the softness of the bond of the abrasive used increase with the hardness of the material to be processed.
If the bond selected by the user is too hard, worn and dull grains will not be shed from the backing during the work process, resulting in a rapid decrease in aggressiveness of the disc. This may cause the cutting edge to overheat, resulting in the "vitrification" of the disc and the total loss of its cutting performance.
If the bond selected by the user is extremely soft, the abrasive tool affords the user a high level of aggressiveness as the grain used is always fresh, resulting in shorter processing times. At the same time, an extremely soft bond will result in increased wear of the tool and, consequently, decreased service life.
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The need to differentiate from the competition is as great as it has ever been. While global consumer confidence was flat in third-quarter 2013 from the previous quarter, confidence was on the rise in over half of the countries Nielsen surveys, including the U.S. Still, many shoppers remain focused on value for their money. At the same time, e-commerce has attracted a growing number of users. Innovation, however, can give retailers the all-important edge.
The urgency for retailers to innovate is nothing new. Getting ahead has always been a struggle in this fiercely competitive field, where similar products and store density can easily lure shoppers away. And the recent recession has made that battleground even more intense.
Today's consumers have more retail choices than ever but are cutting back on their overall purchases. According to the Continuous Innovation: The Key To Retail Success report, trip frequency in the U.S. has fallen 15 percent over the last six years, while basket size has climbed only 9 percent. And we've seen similar trends around the world. For stores to beat the competition, they need to encourage consumers to increase the number of trips, grow the size of their basket, or both.
Retailers have several avenues to reach shoppers in new ways based on need—convenience, choice (or assortment), shopability, price value and even promoting the brand outside the store. Innovations in these categories all make the shopping experience easier, faster, or better for consumers, encouraging them to make more trips and buy more.
In addition, while e-commerce has often been portrayed as a threat to traditional brick and mortar stores, some of the most successful innovators in retail have leveraged online to meet the needs of their 24/7 shoppers. Today's consumers live, work and shop in a digitally integrated world. The Internet holds the promise of changing the landscape entirely, and retailers must at least keep up—and ideally get ahead.
Innovation persuades shoppers to do something different: to buy, to try, to move, to change. For a brief time, it captures consumer attention, bringing in new customers or improving existing ones' loyalty. But newness wears off quickly and copy cats can easily reproduce many retailers' ideas. To stay ahead, stores must continually develop new ways to capture consumers' interest.


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When you open the fold of the phone, it opens up to approximately 150 degrees. Do not try to force the fold open more. The phone Nokia 7270 offers you an extensive range of functions that are grouped into menus. Most of the menu functions are provided with a brief help text. To view the help text, scroll to the menu function that you want and wait for 15 seconds. To exit the help text, press Back. You can set the phone Nokia 7270 to display or hide the menu help texts in the Help text activation menu.
Using the Short Message Service (SMS) you can send and receive multi-part messages made of several ordinary text messages (network service) that can contain pictures.
You can send and receive e-mails and access the Internet when your phone is connected to a compatible PC using an IR connection or data cable. You can use your phone with a variety of PC connectivity and data communications applications. With PC Suite, you can, for example, synchronise contacts, calendar, and to-do notes between your phone and a compatible PC.
Your device is powered by a rechargeable battery. The full performance of a new battery is achieved only after two or three complete charge and discharge cycles. The battery can be charged and discharged hundreds of times but it will eventually wear out. When the talk and standby times are noticeably shorter than normal, buy a new battery. Use only Nokia approved batteries, and recharge your battery only with Nokia approved chargers designated for this device.
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