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"THAT'S a likely little brooch you've got on, Miss," said Perks the Porter; "I don't know as ever I see a thing more like a buttercup without it was a buttercup."
"Yes," said Bobbie, glad and flushed by this approval. "I always thought it was more like a buttercup almost than even a real one,—and I never thought it would come to be mine, my very own—and then Mother gave it to me for my birthday."
"Oh—have you had a birthday?" said Perks; and he seemed quite surprised, as though a birthday were a thing only granted to a favoured few.
"Yes," said Bobbie; "when's your birthday, Mr. Perks?" The children were taking tea with Mr. Perks in the Porter's room among the lamps and the railway almanacs. They had brought their own cups and some jam turnovers. Mr. Perks made tea in a beer can, as usual, and every one felt very happy and confidential.page: 162
"My birthday?" said Perks, tipping some more dark brown tea out of the can into Peter's cup. "I give up keeping of my birthday afore you was born."
"But you must have been born sometime, you know," said Phyllis, thoughtfully, "even if it was twenty years ago—or thirty or sixty or seventy."
"Not so long as that, Missie," Perks grinned as he answered. "If you really want to know, it was thirty-two years ago, come the fifteenth of this month."
"Then why don't you keep it?" asked Phyllis.
"I've got something else to keep besides birthdays," said Perks, briefly.
"Oh! What?" asked Phyllis, eagerly, "not secrets?"
"No," said Perks, "the kids and the Missus."
It was this talk that set the children thinking, and, presently, talking. Perks was, on the whole, the dearest friend they had made. Not so grand as the Station Master, but more approachable—less powerful than the old gentleman, but more confidential.
"It seems horrid that nobody keeps his birthday," said Bobbie. "Couldn't we do something?"
"Let's go up to the Canal bridge and talk it page: 163 over," said Peter. "I got a new gut line from the postman this morning. He gave it me for a bunch of roses for his sweetheart. She's ill."
"Then I do think you might have given her the roses for nothing," said Bobbie, indignantly.
"Nyang, nyang!" said Peter, disagreeably, and put his hands in his pockets.
"He did, of course," said Phyllis, in haste; "directly we heard she was ill we got the roses ready and waited by the gate. It was when you were making the brekker-toast. And when he'd said 'Thank-you' for the roses so many times,—much more than he need have,—he pulled out the line and gave it to Peter. It wasn't exchange. It was the grateful heart."
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Peter," said Bobbie, "I am so sorry."
"Don't mention it," said Peter, grandly, "I knew you would be."
So then they all went up to the Canal bridge. The idea was to fish from the bridge, but the line was not quite long enough.
"Never mind," said Bobbie. "Let's just stay here and look at things. Everything's so beautiful."
It was. The sun was setting in red splendour over the gray and purple hills, and the canal lay page: 164 smooth and shiny in the shadow—no ripple broke its surface. It was like a gray satin ribbon between the dusky green silk of the meadows that were on each side of its banks.
"It's all right," said Peter, "but somehow I can always see how pretty things are much better when I've something to do. Let's get down on to the tow-path and fish from there."
Phyllis and Bobbie remembered how the boys on the canal-boats had thrown coal at them, and they said so.
"Oh, nonsense," said Peter. "There aren't any boys here now. If there were, I'd fight them."
Peter's sisters were kind enough not to remind him how he had not fought the boys when last coal had been thrown. Instead they said, "All right, then," and cautiously climbed down the steep bank to the towing-path. The line was carefully baited, and for half an hour they fished patiently and in vain. Not a single nibble came to nourish hope in their hearts.
All eyes were intent on the sluggish waters that earnestly pretended they had never harboured a single minnow when a loud rough shout made them start.page: 165
"Hi!" said the shout, in most disagreeable tones, "get out of that, can't you?"
An old white horse coming along the towing-path was within half a dozen yards of them. They sprang to their feet and hastily climbed up the bank.
"We'll slip down again when they've gone by," said Bobbie.
But, alas, the barge, after the manner of barges, stopped under the bridge.
"She's going to anchor," said Peter; "just our luck!"
The barge did not anchor, because an anchor is not part of a canal-boat's furniture, but she was moored with ropes fore and aft—and the ropes were made fast to the palings and to crowbars driven into the ground.
"What you staring at?" growled the Bargee, crossly.
"We weren't staring," said Bobbie; "we wouldn't be so rude."
"Rude be blessed," said the man; "get along with you!"
"Get along yourself," said Peter. He remembered what he had said about fighting boys, and, besides, he felt safe halfway up the bank. "We've as much right here as any one else."page: 166
"Oh 'ave you, indeed?" said the man. "We'll soon see about that." And he came across his deck and began to climb down the side of his barge.
"Oh, come away, Peter, come away!" said Bobbie and Phyllis, in agonised unison.
"Not me," said Peter, "but you'd better."
The girls climbed to the top of the bank and stood ready to bolt for home as soon as they saw their brother out of danger. The way home lay all down hill. They knew that they all ran well. The Bargee did not look as if he did. He was red-faced, heavy, and beefy.
But as soon as his foot was on the towing-path the children saw that they had misjudged him.
He made one spring up the bank, and caught Peter by the leg, dragged him down—set him on his feet with a shake—took him by the ear—and said sternly:—
"Now, then, what do you mean by it? Don't you know these 'ere waters is preserved? You ain't no right catching fish 'ere—not to say nothing of your precious cheek."
Peter was always proud afterwards when he remembered that, with the Bargee's furious fingers tightening on his ear, the Bargee's crimson coun- countenance page: 167 tenance close to his own, the Bargee's hot breath on his neck, he had the courage to speak the truth.
"I wasn't catching fish," said Peter.
"That's not your fault, I'll be bound," said the man, giving Peter's ear a twist—not a hard one—but still a twist.
Peter could not say that it was. Bobbie and Phyllis had been holding on to the railings above and skipping with anxiety. Now suddenly Bobbie slipped through the railings and rushed down the bank towards Peter, so impetuously that Phyllis, following more temperately, felt certain that her sister's descent would end in the waters of the canal. And so it would have done if the Bargee hadn't let go of Peter's ear—and caught her in his jerseyed arm.
"Who are you a-shoving of?" he said, setting her on her feet.
"Oh," said Bobbie, breathless, "I'm not shoving anybody. At least, not on purpose. Do, please, don't be cross with Peter. Of course, if it's your canal, we're sorry and we won't any more. But we didn't know it was yours."
"Go along with you," said the Bargee.
"Yes, we will; indeed we will," said Bobbie, earnestly; "but we do beg your pardon—and page: 168 really we haven't caught a single fish. I'd tell you directly if we had, honour bright I would."
She held out her hands and Phyllis turned out her little empty pocket to shew that really they hadn't any fish concealed about them.
"Well," said the Bargee, more gently, "cut along, then, and don't you do it again, that's all."
The children hurried up the bank.
"Chuck us a coat, M'ria," shouted the man. And a red-haired woman in a green plaid shawl came out from the cabin door with a baby in her arms and threw a coat to him. He put it on, climbed the bank, and slouched along across the bridge towards the village.
"You'll find me up at the Rose and Crown when you've got the kid to sleep," he called to her from the bridge.
When he was out of sight the children slowly returned. Peter insisted on this.
"The canal may belong to him," he said, "though I don't believe it does. But the bridge is everybody's. Doctor Forrest told me it's public property. I'm not going to be bounced off the bridge by him or any one else, so I tell you."
Peter's ear was still sore and so were his feelings.page: 169
The girls followed him as gallant soldiers might follow the leader of a forlorn hope.
"I do wish you wouldn't," was all they said.
"Go home if you're afraid," said Peter; "leave me alone. I'm not afraid."
The sound of the man's footsteps died away along the quiet road. The peace of the evening was not broken by the notes of the sedge-warblers or by the voice of the woman in the barge, singing her baby to sleep. It was a sad song she sang. Something about Bill Bailey and how she wanted him to come home.
The children stood leaning their arms on the parapet of the bridge; they were glad to be quiet for a few minutes because all three hearts were beating much more quickly than is at all comfortable.
"I'm not going to be driven away by any old bargeman, I'm not," said Peter, thickly.
"Of course not," Phyllis said soothingly; "you didn't give in to him! So now we might go home, don't you think?"
"No," said Peter.
Nothing more was said till the woman got off the barge, climbed the bank, and came across the bridge.page: 170
She hesitated, looking at the three backs of the children, then she said, "Ahem."
Peter stayed as he was, but the girls looked round.
"You mustn't take no notice of my Bill," said the woman; "'is bark's worse'n 'is bite. Some of the kids down Farley way is fair terrors. It was them put 'is back up calling out about who ate the puppy-pie under Marlowe bridge."
"Who did?" asked Phyllis.
"I dunno," said the woman. "Nobody don't know! But somehow, and I don't know the why nor the wherefore of it, them words is pison to a barge-master. Don't you take no notice. 'E won't be back for two hours good. You might catch a power o' fish afore that. The light's good an' all," she added.
"Thank you," said Bobbie. "You're very kind. Where's your baby?"
"Asleep in the cabin," said the woman. "'E's all right. Never wakes afore twelve. Reglar as a church-clock, 'e is."
"I'm sorry," said Bobbie; "I would have liked to see him, close to."
"And a finer you never did see, Miss, though I says it," the woman's face brightened as she spoke.page: 171
"Aren't you afraid to leave it?" said Peter.
"Lor love you, no," said the woman; "who'd hurt a little thing like 'im? Besides, Spot's there. So long!"
The woman went away.
"Shall we go home?" said Phyllis.
"You can. I'm going to fish," said Peter, briefly.
"I thought we came up here to talk about Perk's birthday," said Phyllis.
"Perk's birthday'll keep."
So they got down on the towing-path again, and Peter fished. He did not catch anything. It was almost quite dark, the girls were getting tired, and, as Bobbie said, it was past bed-time, when suddenly Phyllis cried, "What's that?"
And she pointed to the canal-boat. Smoke was coming from the chimney of the cabin, had indeed been curling softly into the soft evening air all the time—but now other wreaths of smoke were rising, and these were from the cabin door.
"It's on fire—that's all," said Peter, calmly. "Serve him right."
"Oh—how can you?" cried Phyllis. "Think of the poor dear dog."
"The Baby!" screamed Bobbie.page: 172
In an instant all three made for the barge.
Her mooring ropes were slack, and the little breeze, hardly strong enough to be felt, had yet been strong enough to drift her stern against the bank. Bobbie was first—then came Peter, and it was Peter who slipped and fell. He went into the canal up to his neck, and his feet could not feel the bottom, but his arm was on the edge of the barge. Phyllis caught at his hair. It hurt, but it helped him to get out. Next minute he had leaped on to the barge, Phyllis following.
"Not you!" he shouted to Bobbie; "Me, because I'm wet."
He caught up with Bobbie at the cabin door, and flung her aside very roughly indeed; if they had been playing, such roughness would have made Bobbie weep tears of rage and pain. Now, though he flung her on to the edge of the hold, so that her knee and her elbow were grazed and bruised, she only cried:—
"No—not you—Me," and struggled up again. But not quickly enough.
Peter had already gone down two of the cabin steps into the cloud of thick smoke. He stopped, remembered all he had ever heard of fires, pulled his soaked handkerchief out of his breast pocket page: 173 and tied it over his mouth. As he pulled it out he said:—
"It's all right, hardly any fire at all."
And this, though he thought it was a lie, was rather good of Peter. It was meant to keep Bobbie from rushing after him into danger. Of course it didn't.
The cabin glowed red. A paraffin lamp was burning calmly in an orange mist.
"Hi," said Peter, lifting the handkerchief from his mouth for a moment. "Hi, Baby—where are you?" He choked.
"Oh, let me go," cried Bobbie, close behind him. Peter pushed her back more roughly than before, and went on.
Now what would have happened if the baby hadn't cried I don't know—but just at that moment it did cry. Peter felt his way through the dark smoke, found something small and soft and warm and alive, picked it up and backed out, nearly tumbling over Bobbie who was close behind. A dog snapped at his leg—tried to bark, choked.
"I've got the kid," said Peter, tearing off the handkerchief and staggering on to the deck.
Bobbie caught at the place where the bark came from, and her hands met on the fat back of a page: 174 smooth-haired dog. It turned and fastened its teeth on her hand, but very gently, as much as to say:—
"I'm bound to bark and bite if strangers come into my master's cabin, but I know you mean well, so I won't really bite."
Bobbie dropped the dog.
"All right, old man. Good dog," said she. "Here—give me the baby, Peter; you're so wet you'll give it cold."
Peter was only too glad to hand over the strange little bundle that squirmed and whimpered in his arms.
"Now," said Bobbie, quickly, "you run straight to the Rose and Crown and tell them. Phil and I will stay here with the precious. Hush, then, a dear, a duck, a darling! Go now, Peter! Run!"
"I can't run in these things," said Peter, firmly, "they're as heavy as lead. I'll walk."
"Then I'll run," said Bobbie. "Get on the bank, Phil, and I'll hand you the dear."
The baby was carefully handed. Phyllis sat down on the bank and tried to hush the baby. Peter wrung the water from his sleeves and knickerbocker legs as well as he could, and it was Bobbie who ran like the wind across the bridge page: 175 and up the long white quiet twilight road towards the Rose and Crown.
There is a nice old-fashioned room at the Rose and Crown where Bargees and their wives sit of an evening drinking their supper beer, and toasting their supper cheese at a glowing basketful of coals that sticks out into the room under a great hooded chimney and is warmer and prettier and more comforting than any other fireplace I ever saw.
There was a pleasant party of barge people round the fire. You might not have thought it pleasant, but they did; for they were all friends or acquaintances, and they liked the same sort of things, and talked the same sort of talk. This is the real secret of pleasant society. The Bargee Bill, whom the children had found so disagreeable, was considered excellent company by his mates. He was telling a tale of his own wrongs—always a thrilling subject. It was his barge he was speaking about.
"And 'e sent down word 'paint her inside hout,' not namin' no colour, d'ye see? So I gets a lotter green paint and I paints her stem to stern, and I tell yer she looked A1. Then 'e comes along and 'e says, 'Wot yer paint 'er all one colour for?' 'e says. And I says, says I, 'Cause I thought she'd look fust-rate,' says I, 'and I think so still.' An' page: 176 he says, 'Dew yer? Then ye can just pay for the bloomin' paint yerself,' says he. An' I 'ad to, too." A murmur of sympathy ran round the room. Breaking noisily in on it came Bobbie. She burst open the swing door—crying breathlessly:—
"Bill! I want Bill the Bargeman."
There was a stupefied silence. Pots of beer were held in mid-air, paralysed on their way to thirsty mouths.
"Oh," said Bobbie, seeing the bargewoman and making for her. "Your barge cabin's on fire. Go quickly."
The woman started to her feet, and put a big red hand to her waist, on the left side, where your heart seems to be when you are frightened or miserable.
"Reginald Horace!" she cried in a terrible voice; "my Reginald Horace!"
"All right," said Bobbie, "if you mean the baby; got him out safe. Dog, too." She had no breath for more except, "Go on—it's all right."
Then she sank on the ale-house bench and tried to get that breath of relief after running which people call the "second wind." But she felt as though she would never breathe again.
Bill the Bargee rose slowly and heavily. But his page: 177 wife was a hundred yards up the road before he had quite understood what was the matter. Phyllis, shivering by the canal side, had hardly heard the quick approaching feet before the woman had flung herself on the railing, rolled down the bank, and snatched the baby from her.
"Don't," said Phyllis, reproachfully; "I'd just got him to sleep."
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Bill came up later talking in a language with which the children were wholly unfamiliar. He leaped on to the barge and dipped up pails of water. Peter helped him and they put out the fire. Phyllis, the bargewoman, and the baby and presently Bobby, too,—cuddled together in a heap on the bank.
"Lord help me, if it was me left anything as could catch alight," said the woman again and again.
But it wasn't she. It was Bill the Bargeman, who had knocked his pipe out and the red ash had fallen on the hearth-rug, and smouldered there and at last broken into flame. Though a stern man he was just. He did not blame his wife for what was his own fault, as many bargemen, and other men, too, would have done.
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Mother was half wild with anxiety when at last the three children turned up at Three Chimneys, all very wet by now, for Peter seemed to have come off on the others. But when she had disentangled the truth of what had happened from their mixed and incoherent narrative, she owned that they had done quite right, and could not possibly have done otherwise. Nor did she put any obstacles in the way of their accepting the cordial invitation with which the bargeman had parted from them.
"Ye be here at seven to-morrow," he had said, "and I'll take you the entire trip to Farley and back, so I will, and not a penny to pay. Nineteen locks!"
They did not know what locks were; but they were at the bridge at seven, with bread and cheese and half a soda cake, and quite a quarter of a leg of mutton in a basket.
It was a glorious day. The old white horse strained at the ropes, the barge glided smoothly and steadily through the still water. The sky was blue overhead. Mr. Bill was as nice as any one could possibly be. No one would have thought that he could be the same man who had held Peter by the ear. As for Mrs. Bill, she had always been page: 179 nice, as Bobbie said, and so had the baby, and even Spot, who might have bitten them quite badly if he had liked.
"It was simply ripping, Mother," said Peter, when they reached home very happy, very tired, and very dirty, "right over that glorious aqueduct. And locks—you don't know what they're like. You sink into the ground and then when you feel you're never going to stop going down, two great great black gates open slowly, slowly—you go out, and there you are on the canal just like you were before."
"I know," said Mother, "there are locks on the Thames. Father and I used to go on the river at Marlowe before we were married."
"And the dear, darling, ducky baby," said Bobbie; "it let me nurse it for ages and ages—and it was so good. Mother, I wish we had a baby to play with."
"And everybody was so nice to us," said Phyllis, "everybody we met. And they say we may fish whenever we like. And Bill is going to shew us the way next time he's in these parts. He says we don't know really."
"He said you didn't know," said Peter; "but, Mother, he said he'd tell all the bargees up and page: 180 down the canal that we were the real, right sort, and they were to treat us like good pals, as we were."
"So then I said," Phyllis interrupted, "we'd always each wear a red ribbon when we went fishing by the canal, so they'd know it was Us, and we were the real, right sort, and be nice to us!"
"So you've made another lot of friends," said Mother; "first the railway and then the canal!"
"Oh, yes," said Bobbie; "I think every one in the world is friends if you can only get them to see you don't want to be un-friends."
"Perhaps you're right," said Mother; and she sighed. "Come, Chicks. It's high Bed-time."
"Yes," said Phyllis. "O dear—and we went up there to talk about what we'd do for Perks's birthday. And we haven't talked a single thing about it!"
"No more we have," said Bobbie; "but Peter's saved Reginald Horace's life. I think that's about good enough for one evening."
"Bobbie would have saved him if I hadn't knocked her down; twice I did," said Peter, loyally.page: 181
"So would I," said Phyllis, "if I'd known what to do."
"Yes," said Mother, "you've saved a little child's life. I do think that's enough for one evening. Oh, my darlings, thank God you're all safe!"


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'Making Waves' fund-raisers set through April 23
Posted February 11, 2005; 12:02 p.m.
"Making Waves," an initiative organized by several campus groups to raise funds for areas affected by the recent Indian Ocean tsunami, will host several events on campus and in the local communities through April 23. The project involves folding origami waves representing victims of the tragedy.
Through "Making Waves," members of the campus and local communities will work together to fold 150,000 origami waves, each for a suggested donation of $1. The goal is to raise $150,000 to go to CARE USA for rebuilding communities in the affected regions.
Community House, the Frist Campus Center and the University Art Museum are among the campus venues also planning events. Campus activities are being organized by student leaders from the Global Issues Forum, Princeton Tsunami Relief, Community House, Student Volunteers Council and Cotsen Children's Library Outreach Volunteers.
More information about the initiative, including a calendar of events, is available online.

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Generic Name: moxifloxacin ophthalmic (mox ee FLOCK sah sin)
Brand Names: Vigamox
What is Vigamox?
Vigamox is a fluoroquinolone antibiotic that kills sensitive bacteria by stopping the production of essential proteins needed by the bacteria to survive.
Vigamox is used to treat bacterial infections of the eyes.
Vigamox may also be used for purposes other than those listed in this medication guide.
Important information
Do not touch the Vigamox dropper on to any surface, including the eyes or hands. The dropper is sterile. If it becomes contaminated, it could cause an infection in the eye.
Apply light pressure to the inside corner of the eye (near the nose) after each drop to prevent the fluid from draining down the tear duct.
If you wear contact lenses, ask your doctor if you should wear them during treatment with Vigamox.
What should I discuss with my healthcare provider before using Vigamox?
Do not use Vigamox if you have a viral or fungal infection in the eye. It is used to treat infections caused by bacteria only. Do not use Vigamox if you have had an allergic reaction to it or other similar medicines in the past. Medicines similar to Vigamox include gatifloxacin ophthalmic (Zymar), gatifloxacin (Tequin), ciprofloxacin ophthalmic (Ciloxan), ciprofloxacin (Cipro), ofloxacin ophthalmic (Ocuflox), ofloxacin (Floxin), norfloxacin ophthalmic (Chibroxin), norfloxacin (Noroxin), levofloxacin ophthalmic (Quixin), levofloxacin (Levaquin), lomefloxacin (Maxaquin), sparfloxacin (Zagam), trovafloxacin (Trovan), and moxifloxacin (Avelox).
Vigamox is in the FDA pregnancy category C. This means that it is not known whether it will be harmful to an unborn baby. Do not use this medication without first talking to your doctor if you are pregnant or could become pregnant during treatment. It is not known whether moxifloxacin passes into breast milk. Do not use Vigamox without first talking to your doctor if you are breast-feeding a baby.
How should I use Vigamox?
Use Vigamox eye drops exactly as directed by your doctor. If you do not understand these directions, ask your pharmacist, nurse, or doctor to explain them to you.
Wash your hands before using the eye drops.
If you wear contact lenses, remove them before applying Vigamox. Ask your doctor if contact lenses can be reinserted after application of the medication.
To apply the eye drops:
Shake the drops gently to be sure the medicine is well mixed. Tilt the head back slightly and pull down on the lower eyelid. Position the dropper above the eye. Look up and away from the dropper. Squeeze out a drop and close the eye. Apply gentle pressure to the inside corner of the eye (near the nose) for about 1 minute to prevent the liquid from draining down the tear duct..
Do not touch the dropper to any surface, including the eyes or hands. The dropper is sterile. If it becomes contaminated, it could cause an infection in the eye. Do not use any eye drop that is discolored or has particles in it. Store Vigamox at room temperature away from moisture and heat. Keep the bottle properly capped.
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What happens if I miss a dose?
Apply the missed dose as soon as you remember. However, if it is almost time for the next regularly scheduled dose, skip the missed dose and apply the next one as directed. Do not use a double dose of Vigamox.
What happens if I overdose?
An overdose of Vigamox is unlikely to threaten life. If an overdose is suspected or if the drops are ingested, call an emergency room or poison control center for advice.
What should I avoid?
Use caution when driving, operating machinery, or performing other hazardous activities. Vigamox may cause blurred vision. If you experience blurred vision, avoid these activities.
If you wear contact lenses, remove them before applying Vigamox. Ask your doctor if contact lenses can be reinserted after application of the medication.
Do not use other eye drops or medications during treatment with Vigamox unless otherwise directed by your doctor.
What are the possible side effects of Vigamox?
Serious side effects are not expected to occur during treatment with Vigamox.
Some eye burning, stinging, irritation, itching, dryness, redness, tearing; or blurred vision may occur.
This is not a complete list of Vigamox side effects and others may occur. Call your doctor for medical advice about side effects. You may report side effects to FDA at 1-800-FDA-1088.
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What other drugs will affect Vigamox?
Do not use other eye drops or medications during treatment with Vigamox unless otherwise directed by your doctor.
Drugs other than those listed here may also interact with Vigamox. Talk to your doctor and pharmacist before taking any prescription or over-the-counter medicines, including herbal products.
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Portion of Elm Drive closed, Oct. 1
Posted September 29, 2001; 01:51 p.m.
Starting on or about Oct. 1, a portion of Elm Drive will be closed for about three weeks due to relocation of a steam line.
The road will be closed only in front of the MacMillan Building. Both drives around the building will be open. On weekdays, traffic will be rerouted around the new parking garage and north of Baker Rink. A road plate will be installed so that the drive can be open from 4:30 to 7 p.m. and on the weekends.
The steam line is being relocated in preparation for the construction of a new dormitory on the Elm Drive side of Poe Field west of Scully Hall.
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Kwicklab said in another thread. "3. When it gets really cold the "dog of the day" always wear a snug, good fitting neoprene vest. "
Ordered an Avery Boat vest but the neck and chest measurement did not meet what my pups measurements are. It seems to me that the measurements don't work for any of the 3 of our dogs. There used to be a way of refitting wet suits for divers but I lost that method when I got the CRS so now I ask. Can we slice and dice commercial vests, then glue the back together? If so what are the recommended products for such a job?
Just to make you jealours (this from my laptop on our way to the middle of ND for 2 weeks of yeehaa!)


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Shark Attack Survivors Fight to Save Sharks
Posted On August 15, 2012 by Sarah van Schagen
Eight years ago, Debbie Salamone was attacked by a shark in the shallow waters of Florida's Cape Canaveral National Seashore. The shark severed her Achilles tendon and led her to question her two-decade career as an environmental reporter.
After surgery and months of recovery, she came to realize that if she loved the ocean, she had to love everything in it – even sharks.
Sharks play an important role in the ocean ecosystem, Salamone explains. Removing these top predators – whether through overfishing or harmful practices like shark-finning – can have dire consequences that ripple throughout the ecosystem.
"I realized my unique position: Who could better speak up for sharks than myself and people like me?" she says.


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The only way to do this correctly is to make a "shadow" screen which buffers the content send to the screen.
So you set the RS pin high, the R/W line high, then toggle the E line. Each time you toggle the E line, it will increment (or decrement depending on how you set it up) and give you the byte in the next address.
You got me looking at it, actually. There actually already is support for a RW pin if you define one.
I would think a read function where you give it an address and length would be useful. What else?
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Hi guys, I'm in need of a few Stormtooper Mighty Mugs. Please stash
Hi guys, I'm in need of a few Stormtooper Mighty Mugs. Please stash
[FONT=Tahoma]I was born at night, but not last night.[/FONT]You Shouldn't believe everything that you read.(Like my posts)
Didn't find any new SW today. Didn't find any Target Clearance items.
However, I did see the remnants of the Superman/Flash/Martain Manhunter wave at TRU. They had everyone else on the pegs but those 3, slightly after opening today. Makes me wonder if they ever made it to the pegs.
Maradona, Glendale gall. Target has about a dozen Tie Bombers on clearance (17.48) They also had ARC-170s on clearance also - multiple.
my other runs: Monrovia TRU (w/Darth Anton) - TFU sabers, remnants of wave 7 & nothing good.
sierra madre Target: nothing good, no clearance really
Lake Target: same - (i saw a Red Ninja in a putback cart, there's a good chance, he'll still be there unless he gets repegged -this was @ 4p roughly)
Eagle Rock Target: ton of wv.7 R2s, one 7th legion brown clone (I picked up), didnt see sw clearance off hand
Los Feliz TRU - nothing great, wave 7 scraps, few padmes i think
Still looking for a hawkbat and a mcrebel -then the circle will be complete. Plmk. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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I saw it noted in another thread, that some were not totally happy with the AOTC 12".
I thought I'd list the ones I really like, and see if they are on everybody's list.
My 12" AOTC favorites are:
Anakin Skywalker
Clone Trooper / Capt / Cmdr.
Ultimate Jango Fett
Count Dooku
Ki-Adi Mundi
Electronic Obi-Wan Kenobi (if electronic figures count - he's fun!!!)
Jango was probably the best by far, but Dooku, Anakin's, and Ki-Adi Mundi's details were all nice touches.
The Clone Troopers were exactly what I expected - but there's nothing that says that isn't good, right?


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International Women's Day: "Our motto was 'Stay. Protect. Deliver.'"
On International Women's Day (8 March), OCHA is highlighting some of the remarkable women working on the front lines of some of the world's toughest emergencies.
Federica D'Andreagiovanni was in Juba, the capital of South Sudan, when the country descended into chaos. Her experience of those early days in mid-December 2013 was one of frustration.
"We were on lockdown in Juba for a few days," she explains. "Everyone was frustrated because our ability to work was reduced. We didn't have internet, there were electricity cuts and we were running out of supplies ourselves.
"The recurrent question was: 'When can we go back to work?'"
Thousands of people were already seeking refuge at UN bases by that stage, and markets had already ground to a halt. Within days, the violence in Juba had spread to different states around the country. Within weeks, hundreds of thousands of people would be forced from their homes. The humanitarian needs in South Sudan – already among the worst in the world – were set to increase significantly.
"In everybody's mind was the idea that we need to keep the operation going," Federica continues. "We need to get back to work so we could tell the world what was happening, and get help to the people.
"Our motto was 'Stay, protect, deliver'."
"In the end, it is the women and children that suffer"
Federica joined OCHA in 1999. She worked first in a warehouse in her native Italy, before moving to Geneva first as a logistician and then as a desk officer. Her first field post was in Mozambique advising the UN Resident Coordinator on the steps the country needed to take to prepare for natural disasters.
After a year in Mozambique she moved to New York where she spent eight years. During this time she covered a number of different countries, travelling regularly to West Africa, to Liberia, Cote d'Ivoire and Sierra Leone.
But she spent most of her time working on Somalia, a country that she still feels strongly connected to. It was in Somalia, that she first saw first-hand the terrible toll that conflict has on civilians.
"Many times we worked in Somalia to provide relief assistance and then there would be new conflict and new displacement, and the access that we had achieved through difficult and painful negotiations was lost in a heartbeat.
"There is a Chinese proverb that says when two elephants fight it is the grass that suffers. It's the same everywhere, in the end it is the women and children and the elderly that suffer."
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After having to have a few trees removed from her yard Childhood 101 founder Christie Burnett came up with the brilliant idea of crafting a DIY treehouse toy from the remains. She gathered branches at the time of removal, always planning to repurpose them into something fun for her kids. Finally, she built this whimsical treehouse play scene using a saw, string, two tapping hooks and a hot glue gun. We love the different textures of smooth branches mixed with rounds of wood with bark still in tact. What better material for a treehouse toy than a tree that needs a new life beyond the backyard?
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WARNING!! WARNING!! This is supposed to be funny, if you have no sense of humor (aka those like backpasture) you should stop reading now and go find someone else to focus your misery on).
Every now and then Coulter writes something that is hilarious. Here was part of her pro-gun "we can take care of ourselves" entry from today when she talks about the rejects who were behind the mass shootings this year and the fact that the US ship crew fought back unlike the Europeans.
"Gun-toting Americans are clearly more self-sufficient than the sissy Europeans. This is great news for everyone except Barney Frank, who's always secretly wondered what it would be like to be taken by a Somali pirate."


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His quote was not taken out of context, his overall message is still the same the gov makes you successful with infrastructure you did not succeed on your own, this argument is tired and old. yes everyone has had some help from the gov whether it is public schools, roads,cops, firemen, etc. The downside of this assessment is if that is true than everyone should succeed, which is not nor has it ever been true that the gov is fair to everyone, the bottom 40+% doesn't tax them and I see that as not fair, but yet they are getting the bennies from the gov and not paying for them to be sustained.
Building a successful business is more than the gov building roads and blah blah blah. It takes hard work and a sound plan. This is not done by the gov, if it was every company would fail, as they would never have a budget, would not be able to hire or fire based on skills, or cut costs to make the books even out, no business can run as the gov does, they are the worst business model in existence, as is his rhetoric on equality. Get over it, no one is equal, we all have good qualities and bad, not every body is a rocket surgeon!( yes I meant rocket surgeon). Not every welfare recipient is trying to get over on the system but there are some, there are people who are out to get something for nothing, there are people who over spend, there are STUPID PEOPLE all around this country, and yes they all vote.
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NYS agency chief to speak at 27th annual Briloff Lecture
BINGHAMTON, NY -- Benjamin M. Lawsky, New York state's first Superintendent of Financial Services, will be the speaker for the 27th Annual Abraham J. Briloff Lecture on Accountability and Society at 3:30 p.m., Wednesday, Oct. 30, in the Anderson Center Chamber Hall on campus. This event is free and open to the public.
Lawsky led Gov. Andrew Cuomo's initiative to make the Department of Financial Services, which includes the former New York State Banking and Insurance departments, into a modern, unified financial regulator. As superintendent, he supervises all insurance companies in the state, all New York state-chartered depository institutions and the majority of United States-based branches and agencies of foreign banking institutions. He was recently in the news for investigating conflicts of interest among bank consulting firms and exposing the practice of shadow-insurance transactions by New York-based firms.
The annual lecture series is named in honor of Abraham J. Briloff, the presidential professor of accounting and ethics at Binghamton University and Emanuel Saxe Distinguished Professor Emeritus at Bernard Baruch College. Over his long and distinguished career, Briloff has been recognized as the ethical conscience of the accounting profession and was awarded the University Medal for his contributions to the field.
The School of Management sponsors the Briloff lecture series, which brings the accounting, business and campus communities together to contemplate topics of business ethics. For more information, contact Debbie Standard at firstname.lastname@example.com or 607-777-2314.


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About Jeff Masters
Cat 6 lead authors: WU cofounder Dr. Jeff Masters (right), who flew w/NOAA Hurricane Hunters 1986-1990, & WU meteorologist Bob Henson, @bhensonweather
By: Dr. Jeff Masters , 2:34 PM GMT on August 16, 2011
July 2011 was the globe's 7th warmest July on record, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) National Climatic Data Center (NCDC). NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies rated July the 3rd warmest on record. July 2011 global land temperatures were the 5th warmest on record, and ocean temperatures were the 11th warmest on record. Global satellite-measured temperatures for the lowest 8 km of the atmosphere were the 6th or 3rd warmest in the 34-year record, according to Remote Sensing Systems and the University of Alabama Huntsville (UAH). Arctic sea ice in July was the lowest on record, going back to 1979.
Figure 1. Departure of temperature from average for July 2011. Image credit: National Climatic Data Center (NCDC).
Remarkable heat in Asia
For the second consecutive summer, some of the hottest temperatures in Earth's recorded history have scorched Asia. The six hottest (undisputed) temperatures ever measured in Asia have all occurred in during the past two summers:
1) 53.5°C (128.3°F) at Moenjodaro, Pakistan on May 26, 2010
2) 53.3°C (127.9°F) at Mitrabah, Kuwait on August 3, 2011
3) 53.1°C (127.6°F) at Sulaibiya, Kuwait on June 15, 2010
4) 53.0°C (127.4°F) at Tallil, Iraq on August 3, 2011
4) 53.0°C (127.4°F) at Dehloran, Iran on July 28, 2011
4) 53.0°C (127.4°F) at Sibi, Pakistan, on May 26, 2010
Asia's official all-time hottest temperature is 54°C measured at Tirat Zvi, Israel on June 21, 1942. However, as explained by our weather historian, Christopher C. Burt, this record is under serious dispute. Weather records researchers Howard Rainford and Maximiliano Herrera discovered that the thermograph trace of the record had been mis-read as one degree higher than it actually was, and there were other irregularities with the data. Also, a temperature in excess of 54°C was measured in Mitribah, Kuwait in July 2010, but the temperature sensor was found to be faulty.
Last year, twenty nations set all-time heat records. So far this year, there have been six such records set:
Kuwait recorded its hottest temperature on record on August 3, 2011, when the mercury hit 53.3°C (127.0°F) at Mitrabah. The previous record was 53.1°C in Sulaibiya on June 15, 2010. According to weather records researcher Maximiliano Herrera, who has been corresponding with representatives from the Kuwait Meteorological Center, the reading has been confirmed as authentic. The 53.3°C (127.0°F) at Mitrabah thus represents:
1) New official national record for Kuwait
2) Second highest (undisputed) temperature ever recorded in Asia
3) Highest temperature ever recorded in an Arabic country
4) Third hottest location in the planet together with Lake Havasu City, AZ (after Death Valley, CA and Moenjodaro, Pakistan)
5) A new world record for August
Iraq recorded its hottest temperature on record on August 3, 2011 in Tallil (Ali military airbase), when the mercury hit 53°C (127.4°F). The previous record was 52.3°C recorded at Diwanya FOB airbase a few days before.
Armenia recorded its hottest temperature on record on July 31 in Meghri, when the mercury hit 43.7°C (110.7°F). The previous record was 43.1°C in Meghri on July 17, 2005.
Iran recorded its hottest temperature in its history on July 28, 2011, when the mercury hit 53°C (127.4°F) at Dehloran. The previous previous record was set just one day earlier at Omidieh and Shoshtar, when the mercury hit 52.6°C (126.6°F).
Republic of the Congo set a new all-time extreme heat record on March 8, 2011, when the temperature hit 39.2°C (102.6°F) at M'Pouya. Congo's previous all-time hottest temperature was 39.0°C (102.2°F) at Impfondo on May 14, 2005.
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Russia had its hottest temperature on record at a regular synoptic reporting station on July 30, 2011, when the mercury hit 44.3°C (111.7°F) at Divnoe in Russia's Kalmykia Republic. Three hotter temperatures have been recorded at automated stations: 45.4°C in 2010 at a hydrological station at Utta, plus readings of 45°C at El'ton and 44.5°C at Verhjnky Baskunkak in August 1940.
No nations have set an all-time coldest temperature record this year, or did so in 2010.
Weather records researcher Maximiliano Herrera is the primary source of the weather records listed here; he maintains a comprehensive list of extreme temperature records for every nation in the world on his website.
Gert misses Bermuda
Tropical Storm Gert brushed by Bermuda yesterday, bringing one brief rain shower and top winds of just 21 mph to the Bermuda Airport. Gert is headed northeastwards out to sea over colder waters, and does not have long to live. Gert is the 7th consecutive named storm in the Atlantic that has not reached hurricane strength. This is the first time that has occurred since record keeping began in 1851. However, it is quite possible such an event occurred before we had satellites to identify weak tropical storms that stayed out to sea. The previous record was six consecutive tropical storms without a hurricane, set most recently in 2002. While ocean temperatures in the tropical Atlantic have been very warm, ranking as the 3rd warmest on record during July, the atmosphere has been more stable and drier than usual, making it difficult for this year's storms to attain hurricane strength.
Figure 2. True color MODIS image taken from NASA's Aqua satellite of Tropical Storm Gert at 17:40 UTC on Monday, August 14, 2011. At the time, Gert was near peak strength, as a 60 mph tropical storm. Image credit: NASA.
Caribbean disturbance 93L
A large but disorganized tropical wave, (Invest 93L), is moving westwards at 15 - 20 mph over the eastern Caribbean Sea, a few hundred miles south of Puerto Rico. This wave has a modest amount of heavy thunderstorms and no signs of a surface circulation, though there is some large scale rotation apparent on satellite imagery. Dry air surrounds 93L, and is interfering with development. However, the disturbance is steadily moistening its environment and is under low wind shear of 5 - 10 knots, so it could begin to organize at any time. There is a hurricane hunter mission scheduled for this afternoon into 93L, but this mission will probably be cancelled given 93L's current lack of development.
93L will bring heavy rain showers to southern Haiti on Wednesday, and to Jamaica on Wednesday night. By Thursday, 93L's forward motion will slow to 10 - 15 mph, bringing heavy rains to Northern Honduras on Thursday and Friday, and Belize and Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula by Saturday. Some development of 93L is is likely beginning on Wednesday and Thursday in the Western Caribbean, as the latest SHIPS model forecast shows wind shear remaining in the low range and the atmosphere steadily moistening as 93L enters the Western Caribbean. However, a path too far south near the coast of Honduras may interfere with development, as predicted by the NOGAPS and GFS models, which dissipate 93L over northern Honduras. The best chances for development will probably occur early next week if 93L crosses the Yucatan Peninsula and enters the Gulf of Mexico, assuming the system survives the crossing intact and is not too far south, as predicted by the ECMWF and UKMET models. These models are currently predicting that the steering pattern early next week over the Gulf of Mexico will be similar to what we saw with Tropical Storm Arlene earlier this year, favoring a track towards Northeast Mexico. The HWRF model is predicting a more northerly track for 93L across Jamaica and the western tip of Cuba into the Gulf of Mexico, but this model develops 93L too quickly, unrealistically making it a hurricane by Thursday. The HWRF model thus predicts a deeper storm that would be steered farther to the north due to upper level winds with less of a straight east-to-west motion than a much weaker (and more realistic) 93L would go. Although it is risky to predict what might happen more than five days in advance, the odds of 93L making a U.S. landfall currently appear low, 20% or less. NHC gave 93L a 20% chance of development by Thursday morning in their 8am EDT Tropical Weather Outlook. These odds should probably be bumped up to 30% later today.
Figure 3. Morning satellite image of Invest 93L, taken at 7:45am EDT August 16, 2011. Image credit: NASA/GSFC.
Elsewhere in the tropics
A tropical wave a few hundred miles southwest of the Cape Verde Islands off the coast of Africa is moving westward near 15 - 20 mph, and is expected to arrive in the Lesser Antilles Islands by Saturday. Both the GFS and UKMET models develop this wave into a tropical depression by Friday or Saturday.
Jeff Masters
The views of the author are his/her own and do not necessarily represent the position of The Weather Company or its parent, IBM.
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Zimbabwe: Food relief after a bad harvest
Remigio Matonga has had to make some tough choices. Following a season of poor rains, he harvested 50kg of grain – a tiny fraction of the 2 tons he harvests in a good year. The father of 10 was only able to feed his family for a month before their stocks ran dry.
Then Remigio had to take two of his children out of school to save money to spend on food; one of them had been scheduled to take crucial O-level exams.
"How can I register for one child to write exams when the other children are starving?" he asks, adding that he has been bartering vegetables from his garden for grain, but that the terms of trade have not been favourable.
Zimbabwe is facing its worst food insecurity since 2009. Between October and December 2013, about 1.5 million people were food insecure, a figure expected to increase to 2.2 million – a quarter of the rural population – between January and March 2014, the peak of the hunger season.
Food assistance
The World Food Programme and humanitarian partners are responding through a programme that provides a monthly allocation of 10kg of cereal, 2kg of pulses and the equivalent of 750g of oil per person. Between October 2013 and March 2014, they plan to reach 1.8 million people in 43 severely affected districts, where the food insecure population exceeds 15 per cent. It is anticipated that some 400,000 people will receive help through other programmes.
Zvishavane District in the Midlands Province, where Remigio and his family live, has the highest proportion of food insecure households in the country at an estimated 52 per cent. It was one of the first districts to receive assistance, and Remigio says the help has been a welcome relief.
"At least now that I am getting assistance and the family is being fed, I can use whatever money I make to send the children back to school," he says.
But the programme faces challenges. Food assistance partners estimate $86 million is required to respond to the crisis. To date, donors have contributed $37.15 million, leaving a shortfall of about $48.85 million.
Sustainable food production
In the long term, more sustainable means of food production will be required to reduce vulnerability.
"Sustainable food systems make use of available resources efficiently. We in Zimbabwe have to make sure we get the most food from every drop of water, plot of land, speck of fertilizer and minute of labour," says Ringson Chitsiko, permanent secretary in the Ministry of Agriculture, Mechanisation and Irrigation Development.
Efforts to promote sustainable food production are already underway. The WFP's Food for Assets programme is helping to rehabilitate and create 300 productive assets, such as irrigation schemes. These will help people become resilient to future food shocks.
"These initiatives, coupled with appropriate policies and incentives, should enable humanitarian partners to support Government in ensuring national food security in the long run," says Modibo Traore, OCHA's Head of Office in Zimbabwe.


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Prof. Sharp to deliver Distinguished Lecture in Anthropology at the American Museum of Natural History
December 18, 2013
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In a recent episode of the Dare to Use the F-Word podcast, President Debora Spar talks with feminist media activist Jamia Wilson about how the drive for perfection affects young women today. Following the interview, President Spar shared her thoughts on the direction of feminism for the next generation.
French professor reviews a new anthology of 18th century French poetry
History professor reflects on Mandela's influence around the world
Sherry Lansing to Receive Ziskin Lifetime Achievement Award
Political science professor receives African Politics Conference Group Award and provides commentary for international media.
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On the bright New York City morning of September 11th, 2001, Lauren Manning said goodbye to her family and departed for her office in the World Trade Center, just as she'd done countless times before. That particular morning, of course, found her suddenly ensconced in unimaginable circumstances that changed her life forever. "Unmeasured Strength" is the truly inspiring story of her survival, her determination and her amazing resilience. Here's an excerpt.
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PROLOGUE: Everything Moves
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
I rush out of our apartment at about 8:30 a.m., annoyed to be running so late but glad, after the turmoil of the previous night, to be on my way to work.
Normally I would be out the door by 8:00 a.m., but just as I was about to leave I received a call from Mari Fitzpatrick, the caretaker at our weekend home in Pine Plains, New York. A real estate appraisal of the house is scheduled for later today, but the key for the appraiser has disappeared. Our summer renters had dropped it off earlier this morning, putting it in an envelope taped to a shopping bag that carried a freshly baked apple pie. They'd hung the bag from the knob of Mari's back door, but Maggie, Mari's free-ranging black lab, had found the pie and wolfed it down, and the key was nowhere to be found among the crumbs. Fortunately, I was able to reach Billie Woods, a friend and realtor who also has a spare key and who lives nearby in Rhinebeck, and she agreed to be there to open the house.
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Now, after a kiss for my son, Tyler, a quick hello to Joyce, his babysitter, and a barely grumbled good-bye to my husband, Greg, I am finally on my way. I walk up Perry Street to Washington Street, where I wait several minutes trying to hail a cab. But soon enough I am riding south, making a right on Houston Street, then left to join the morning crush of cars and trucks inching down West Street toward the World Trade Center.
I glance at my watch, and again I'm irritated by how late it is. The watch is gold and silver, an engagement gift from Greg, and for a moment I wonder if I should have worn my silver watch instead, since it might have gone better with the slate-gray silk suit I'm wearing. Across the Hudson River, the Jersey City skyline is bright and sharp against a backdrop of dazzling, pure blue sky. The river is a deep gray, its wind-driven swells crisscrossed by the wakes of morning water taxis. I grow impatient when we are caught at yet another red light, but before long we are turning left across West Street to the carport entrance to One World Trade Center.
As the taxi pulls under the clear roof of the porte cochere, I take out my wallet to pay the driver. Two cabs in front of us pull forward, and I ask my driver to move up a bit so I can get out directly in front of the building's entrance. I step out of the cab, thinking how warm it is for September, how just the week before we were still at the beach in Bridgehampton. Heading for the revolving doors, I walk past the security barriers, which are barely camouflaged as large concrete planters. As I approach the building, I look through the glass and see two women standing and talking inside. I smile at them as I push through the revolving doors. Then I move through a second set of doors and enter the lobby, where I am jarred by an incredibly loud, piercing whistle.
Dick Cheney on 9/11: 'We were living in the fog of war'
I hesitate for a moment before attributing the noise to some nearby construction project and continuing toward the elevators.
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Directly ahead, elevator banks serve floors 1 through 43, and a central freight elevator serves every floor from 1 through 107. To my right, two elevators on the lobby's south side go straight to Windows on the World, the restaurant on the 107th floor. These two are flanked by eight more that go to a sky lobby on the 44th floor. To my left, on the north side of the lobby, twelve express elevators serve the 78th floor sky lobby, where I will catch a second elevator to reach my 105th-floor office at Cantor Fitzgerald.
As I veer left toward my elevators, I suddenly feel an incredible sense of otherworldliness. It's an odd, tremendous, quaking feeling, and everything . . . moves. The entire 110-story tower is trembling.
Then I hear a huge, whistling rush of air, an incredibly loud sound: shshooooooooooooo. My adversary is racing toward me, howling in fury at its containment as it plummets to meet me from above the 90th floor.Story: Five must-read books about 9/11 and its legacy
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With an enormous, screeching exhalation, the fire explodes from the elevator banks into the lobby and engulfs me, its tentacles of flame hungrily latching on. An immense weight pushes down on me, and I can barely breathe. I am whipped around. Looking to my right toward where the two women were talking, I see people lying on the floor covered in flames, burning alive.
Like them, I am on fire.
God asks us to speak, to record the memories that mark our lives. This is the living testament, then, of the times and places and things I have done that mark my days on Earth.
Since 9/11, I have often been asked to share my story, but it is always with a certain awkwardness that I talk about myself or my personal feelings. I am much more comfortable telling a joke, chatting about the headline of the moment, or drawing others in by asking about their lives. Rarely will I turn the conversation in my own direction. My parents frowned on self-congratulation, and so even when my siblings and I had a right to be proud of our accomplishments, we were told to be humble. Alongside hard work, the trait my parents seemed to value the most was humility. So telling my story has its challenges.
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Here is the simple version of what happened: I went to work one morning and was engulfed by the fires that would bring down the twin towers of the World Trade Center. I fled the building in flames, so terribly injured that almost no one held out any hope for me. Yet in the weeks and months that followed, I battled back from the edge of death to hold my child in my arms and intertwine my husband's fingers with what was left of my own. In almost every way, this is the story of a miracle.
I will never know how many others were gravely wounded along with me during the attacks' first moments. The places where my fellow victims stood, more than a thousand feet in the air, have disappeared forever. When the buildings collapsed, they took with them thousands of lives, among them too many of my friends and colleagues. By the smallest of margins, I was given a chance to survive, and I decided, early that morning, that I would never give up the fight to live. I would never surrender.
The tale I have to tell is full of adventure, though not in the conventional sense. I did not need to travel to the ends of the earth, scale prodigious mountains, or challenge vast oceans to find the ultimate tests of endurance. I faced death every day for almost three months, armed only with the breath in my lungs and the strength in my heart. After I emerged from weeks of darkness, I discovered that the simplest of tasks were beyond my ability, and that accomplishing them would require equal measures of defiance and will. It took months to learn to breathe on my own again, to recover the ability to speak, to relearn how to walk. It took years to recover the most basic semblance of a normal life.
Hear author Lauren Manning read an excerpt from the audiobook 'Unmeasured Strength'
I was blessed by the support and comfort provided by my loved ones, and strengthened by the belief from within that I could reclaim my life. The guardians of my heart—my husband, my son, and the rest of my family—cradled me. An enormous outpouring of letters and prayers, messages and gifts from around the world flooded our lives with a happiness that lifted me in my darkest moments, and a hope that helped fuel my survival.
Yet while I was surrounded by love, the journey through a harsh and unforgiving landscape of pain and disability was mine alone to make. That I lived, that I narrowly escaped the fate of so many others that day, is a humbling reminder of both the extreme fragility and the surprising courage that exist within all of us. What I know for certain is that there would be no story at all if I hadn't somehow held a deep faith in myself or understood the beauty and power of a simple word: commitment. Commitment to all that is worthwhile in life: to the people who are most important to us; to the endeavors that will yield the most good; to the acts of kindness or courage that reflect our deepest values. Commitment, I've learned, brings focus and direction, an innate sense that guides us from within, providing a compass for our lives. It also brings responsibility, most especially the requirement that we keep our word and always give our best.
Before I was injured, I had committed to any number of things. To relationships, friends, family. To hard work and a successful career. To commonplace hopes and deepest desires. Generally I had done this by relying on a quiet confidence that I could make good things happen. But the truth is, I sometimes wasn't able to do so. On occasion, I felt strangely paralyzed by the thought of achieving my goals. At other times, the effort to reach a desired destination proved so difficult that my vision of it dimmed, and eventually I moved on to new dreams.Story: 10 years after 9/11, a dad's love triumphs over terror
But when 9/11 brought me to the border between life and death, and then face-to-face with monumental challenges, I understood that no matter how painful the task before me, I could not turn away. I had to make the most important commitment of all: a commitment to life itself.
It's now been a decade since that day, and sometimes I look back and wonder, Have I accomplished anything of note or great worth? People have called me a hero, but I can only say that I did what I needed to do. I was not the agent of my own adversity. Pain and suffering were imposed on me; they invaded and overwhelmed my body and threatened to crush my soul. Once I opened my eyes after a long climb out of the darkness, I knew that every day, I had a choice. Every day I had to fully commit to outlasting my enemies—those cowards who covered their faces from the light and screamed toward us in their metal daggers. Would I let their act of terror beat me into submission? Would I let them win? Would I let them steal my will to live, having failed to extinguish my life itself? Every day, I had to reach deep inside and find an as yet unmeasured strength that made it possible to carry on.
As I encountered and then overcame one obstacle after another, what mattered most was that I was loved. I had a husband who thought I was beautiful, even though so much of my body had been burned. I had a son who was always thrilled to see me. And luck? I had that, too. Pure luck, blind luck, and bad luck—on 9/11, I ended up with all three.
So yes, this is a story about what happened to me on September 11. But it's also about November 11, the day I first spoke again, and it's about June 11, the first time I danced again with my beautiful boy Tyler. It's about September 11, 2002, when I cheered for the glory of my lost colleagues. And it's about every day afterward.
This is the story of how I learned to live again.
From the Book UNMEASURED STRENGTH by Lauren Manning. Copyright © 2011 by Lauren Manning. Reprinted by arrangement with Henry Holt and Company LLC.
© 2012 MSNBC Interactive


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- Does the picture / layout you are working on show on the Wacom Intous or does this combine with the monitor?
- Are there any issues with using there in combo with Paintshop Pro?
- Has anyone used the Wacom Cintiq - I understand that the picture does appear on this?
- Also are there any issues with the Cintiq in combination with Paint Shop Pro?
Thanks in advance!


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Food & Property Review | High Ultra Lounge, Bangalore … on top of the world!
'Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!"
Dr. Seuss
It was finally time for a sit down dinner at High Dine, open air, whimsical, beautiful surroundings, heady music, wonderful cool nip in the air. Pan Asian cuisine is what flavours the menu here. The kitchen is headed by executive Chef Zhang Hao who was a pleasure to interact with, energetic, affable and with infectious energy!
Thank you High Ultra Lounge for the fabulous pre-launch experience. I think you've hit the nail on the head with the concept. Before long, this is going to be a must visit destination for anyone headed for Bangalore and Bangaloreans alike. Bravo!!
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I'm headed to Colorado tomorrow night for 2 weeks. I will be in S Colorado & Central Co Mon & Tues, then will head north to run the trial in Orchard this weekend.
I am looking for training places and partners early in the week. I will be training in S Wyo Thur & Fri & the following week & would welcome training partner.
I am interested in purchasing some mountain land suitable for dog training. I realize that suitable water is tough to come by; so I would greatly appreciate any info you locals could share if you know of mountain property that is suitable or could be adapted to training grounds


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Four across, three down
Why do these simple clues cause me to frown?
When the puzzle is solved, I wear a large grin
A glance at the answers should not be a sin!
The Times crossword puzzle is for those not like me
I live in Steamboat, where our newspaper's free.
It's too easy, some people say
Why it's for folks just like me!
Trish A. O'Haire
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Another entry. Yippee. I know I am bad at diary stuff. I have the same with paper ones. I get one, and I use 'em once, and then I forget about it. I dunno why that is. Weird.
But I'm digressing. What have I been doing all that time? Well, I kicked out the (perfectly okay) Roxen webserver and went back to trusty apache. I even ventured to apache 2 for a while. Apache 2 was nice, but no decent mod_perl yet. I need mod_perl for some stuff, and that stuff isn't ported to the very bleeding edge mod_perl 2 yet (with which apache 2 works). So I'm back with apache 1.3 again. And I got rid of PostNuke. I now run Scoop.
Scoop? You might ask. Yes. Scoop. Why? Well, it works great for kuro5hin. It has a better moderation system (better than slashdot even, IMNSHO), and it allows for pure democracy with respect to posting stories. It lets your registered users decide if a story ends up on the front page or to a section page. It also allows for every user to maintain a diary (which I'm very bad at, check here to see what I mean. Here is another). Oh well, some people requested it, and it's a nice feature.
About starting and maintaining communities, well, it's hard. It takes a looong time to start up. One needs to persevere when starting something up like that. Currently, I'm starting another community project with some other security-type people (security groups even) that is focussed on teaching people how to hacker things, like coding, system administration, security, and computer science. Big plans were contrived, from having a big multi-level hackme, to private VPN's that allow people to play with exotic hardware and operating systems. There isn't a website yet, but the project has a name: Mostly Harmless. Note the HHGTTG reference :). I hope the people that are starting this project know what they're getting into. ;)
While I'm here, I might as well plug hackerheaven.org a little more. I need more people. Lots more people. Come on, have a look, post some cool stuff, and make the place work for you. Heck, start a diary there. Post tutorials, news, reviews, disstertations, essays, whatever. It's all welcome.
There, that's about enough. Maybe I'll update this again in a few months ;)


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About the Book
One Smart Cookie offers a fresh batch of words that encompasses everything you might say to a child, whether it's the first day of preschool or the last day of high school. Cookie-centric definitions range from wanting to know everything about cookies (curious) to thinking carefully about what kind of cookies to make for your friend (ponder). This book mixes Amy Krouse Rosenthal's morsels of wisdom with the delicious illustrations of mother-daughter duo Jane Dyer and Brooke Dyer. This is one vocabulary list that will resonate well beyond the school years.
Educator and Librarian Resources
Product Details
- Imprint: HarperCollins
- On Sale: 06/22/2010
- Trimsize: 9 in (w) x 9 in (h) x 0.25 in (d)
- Pages: 40
- List Price: 12.99 USD
- Ages: 4 to 8
- BISAC1: JUVENILE FICTION / Family / General (see also headings under Social Themes)
- BISAC2: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Themes / Manners & Etiquette
- BISAC3: JUVENILE FICTION / Concepts / Words


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Just a few tidbits on how the threads on this forum have been setup.
All custom figures from the various movies are currently set up as separate threads. Please do not start a new thread when posting your customs. Instead, find the appropriate thread and add a reply to it.
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After completing a business degree, traveling and then settling into a career in marketing, Sandra Hyatt was relieved to experience one of life's Eureka! moments while on maternity leave when she discovered that writing books (although a lot slower) was just as much fun as reading them.
She knows life doesn't always hand out happy endings, which is why she figures books ought to. Romance is the perfect genre for her. She loves going along for the journey with her characters as they work around, over and through the obstacles standing in the way of their 'happily ever afters'.


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I am looking for an issue tracking software for internal use in my company. I think our requirements can be summurized as following:
- issue can be a bug, a todo, a question or a request for enhancement. So this is not necessarily directly related to software.
- the status of the issue should be customisable or at least not too overwheelming. Bugzilla for example has too many status. Right now, we see only envision the following status: open, fixed, rejected, waiting on client.
- modifications to issues should fire a mail with the content of the modification and issue history.
- I need at least two and maximum three levels of classification for my products: product/version (two level) or product/component/version (three levels)
- Users should not have access to every products. Our clients should only see the bugs related to their products. So, I need some kind of access control on a per-product basis.
- issues have to be assignable
- It should be easy to sort and filter the issues by product, by assigned people, by version of the product.
Since we are a distributed group of people working from various places, including in the train to home, it is important to be able to deal with issues while offline. This brings two additional requirements:
- it would be nice to be able to submit issues by mail
- it would be nice to be able to follow the whole issue with only a mailer: replying to the issue will log the answer in the issue tracking software
To my surprise bugzilla is ruled out. It can only deals with software so there is no such thing as a 'question'. And it is not possible to simplify the interface and remove the 25 categories that can be assigned to a bug and the 38 ways of closing an issue. Moreover, the filtering capabilities are simply too complex to be used. In one sentence, it is not possible to turn bugzilla into a simple bug-tracking system. I deduce this from the doc and from all the websites using bugzilla. None of them has simplified it without a lot of efforts. I know that for KDE, it was not a simple task.
Right now, I am using issue-tracker but I can not say I am over-satisfied with it. It is not possible to filter the issues, only to sort them. With 7 issues in 7 categories, I have about 50 lines to analyse without any filter. I may miss some of them or spend too much time looking for one. Issue-tracker is supposed to support issue submission by mail but the administrator guide does not say anything about how to set it up. So it is not working for me. It is theorically possible to follow an issue by mail but the same problem for submitting the issue arises. Dunno how to configure that. Another problem is that mails that are sent when you modify an issue contain only a limited information, not the whole issue history. The software is obviously not written with disconnected people in mind. Apart from that, it is quite good. It was pretty easy to set it up, it is nicely configurable, it sends email when you modify something, there is an access control list for user actions.
So, I an looking for another candidate, if possible easy to install. Any suggestions ?


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Say what you want about Tim Tebow, but he's never fumbled because he smacked his head against an offensive lineman's ass.
Say what you want about Tim Tebow, but he's never fumbled because he smacked his head against an offensive lineman's ass.
Next week's injury report
Mark Sanchez questionable Pink Eye
They look like the bad news bears.
we were terrible, what can you do? Just a disgraceful performance all around.
The JESTS!!!
Sanchez gets pulled vs. Arizona. McElroy gets them a TD. They win 7-6 because Arizona is playing a QB who has no business on an NFL field. They get all those turnovers from Sanchez and couldnt get points.
People were trying to say the Chiefs game shouldve been canceled..... the only NFL game that shouldve been canceled today was the Jests vs. Cardinals. Total joke.
The Jests are a disaster.
Fellow Jests oranges... for pure comedy tune into the Mike Francesa show at 1pm tomorrow. Radio GOLD guaranteed. He is going to destroy the Jests. You can find it on YES network if you live near NYC or if you have directv. Otherwise, the stream is on the interwebz or on Itunes.
But you know who's REALLY good? Tannehill. Did you see him complete 13 passes today out of 29 attempts?
Very Impressive ... a 66 rating against the worst pass defense in the NFL.
There are 31 other QB's starting in the NFL and he's ranked ahead of all but 30 of them.
So I can understand all the high hopes because ... and I'm sure you already know this ...
the NFL is just littered with successful QB's who were converted from WR.
I'm sure that will work out just fine for you. All the signs certainly point that way
As bad as the phins are, the Jests are 20 times worse and they are the laughingstock of the league with Rex running the circus. Tony Sparano....