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Xavier Mascareñas
It's a Scorcher
The New Mexico Burn hangs in there
By Marisa Demarco
I'm garbed in a linebacker's bulky shoulder pads, peering out through a heavy iron facemask, helmet to helmet with a defensive lineman. It's shortly after noon in Bullhead Park, the stomping ground of the New Mexico Burn, the state's proud professional women's football team. It's hot in the helmet. The air is thick and smells like my breath.
I start hunched over with my first two fingers on the ground. What's about to happen has been explained to me. The weight of my gear pulls me toward the earth, almost like it wants me to eat grass in front of these athletes. I know when the whistle blows I'm supposed to shove past this person, a player about my height but with at least 30 pounds on me. She's been doing blocking drills since March. Stay low for a couple feet, linebacker coach Chuck Wellman told me quickly, but then straighten up so the defender won't just push you forward. Muscle by her, tap the dummy a few yards away, and you're done.
Xavier Mascareñas
The field looms, pads and helmet—the same as those worn by men—like dumbbells on my neck and shoulders. I'm top-heavy from them, and untrained, so I can't imagine it would take much of a shove to make me belly flop on the grass.
You could hardly call me a football fan, or a sports fan, really. If you ask me who I'm rooting for when one of those big games rolls around, SuperBowl or World Series or the NCAA Tournament, I might answer with a team that's not playing or worse—one that doesn't exist.
My elementary school days were spent avoiding sports, sending around petitions against P.E., hiding to read fiction or fantasize about a pet tiger that might rip apart my more sportsmanlike classmates, the in-shape bullies who liked teasing arrogant, bookish brats.
The whistle blows. I don't stay low as instructed. I step left, and she's on me, pushing hard on my chest pads. I shove back, but to no avail. I grunt, actually grunt, and have a moment to think, "Wow. I just grunted," before I'm shuffled off to the periphery at a wide angle, up the field but somehow as far away from my target as ever. Turning quickly, almost 360 confusing degrees, somehow, I actually get over there and tap the thing. It seems like many minutes have passed, but really it's just been a couple, maybe one or two? Less?
"Wanna try again?" the grinning defensive coach asks me. My heart's beating so hard, I can feel it in the bridge of my nose. Now, I'm not in terrible shape. I've been running seriously for some months now, upping my mileage every week. I thought I'd be able to take this. But that was trial No. 1. I'm sweating inside someone's borrowed gear under the midday summer sun—and I've got two more hours to go.
Welcome to football, writer.
It used to look so dull to me as a spectator, with long milling-about periods punctuated by moments of activity. Little did I know how much exertion that anaerobic activity required. The players don't baby me, but they're not brutal. "You know I'm gonna hit you, right?" one asks through her mouth guard as we wait for that shrill whistle to blow.
Before my one measly practice is over, all the joints on my left arm (wrist, elbow and shoulder) will be jammed and aching. I will also have smashed the fingers on my right hand between my face mask and another player's as I did my best to stop her from creaming the quarterback. That was my job, offensive coordinator Fred Moses explained before the play. Everyone around here talks about "jobs," about doing your job, a very specific task for each player in each play.
Before the day is out, I will have had a pass thrown right between my hands as I run for my life away from a larger-than-life defensive line. That will be me "not doing my job." The football will appear as a surprise, a split-second relief through the haze of my adrenaline and panic, shot perfectly from a skilled arm. And I'll watch it fall right between my palms. And hit the grass. Three times.
I curse. Try not to make eye contact with the other players. They say, "next time," and pat me roughly on the shoulder as they walk by. And as you, reader, laugh to yourself about what a terrible football player I am, just try to imagine running offense in an arc at an angle, the quarterback behind you. You avoid the defenders in front of you, freaking out and moving as fast as you can. The coach told you to look over your shoulder for the ball while you're sprinting, and though your vision is severely limited inside that million-pound helmet, the pressure's on to catch the thing.
How are you supposed to get used to all this gear? I ask a player between panting breaths. I'm gulping stagnant air. "Wear it around the house for about a week," she advises. What I'm getting at is that one part of the problem with my football practice was that I'm bad. The other part was that they're good.
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Beat, But Not Defeated
They haven't won a game yet. That's the thing that's plaguing the Burn, a perfectly named team that practices for hours every week in the heat and altitude of New Mexico. "One, two, three" calls a player as they stretch at the beginning of practice. "Burn!" the team answers.
And they burn, fierce as ever, but that cranky two-season losing streak hangs over every player, aching in their trick knees and sore backs, sacrifices to a sport that still hasn't rewarded them with anything but a 0 in the "W" column. Most of the line has had one, if not two, knee surgeries, and still they've returned for another season. But that ugly 0 grows heavier from game to game, season to season, says team owner and second-string quarterback Christie Moses.
And the 0 was still in place after the Burn's 2007 season opener against the Los Angeles Amazons. On Saturday, Aug. 18, the Burn suffered a huge defeat, 64-0, and racked up some serious injuries on an already understaffed team. Offensive lineman Melissa Lucero broke a rib; wingback Joslyn Gutierrez broke a collarbone; and cornerback Brenda Kuligowski probably sprained her MCL. "Everybody's disappointed in the score," Moses says. "We're just trying to pick each other back up and get ready for Saturday." The Burn faces the Houston Energy on Aug. 25 at Wilson Stadium.
"You go out there, and you're fired up. You start the game and think, 'We're going to win this game. We have this chance.' Then things start going the wrong way," says Moses. "They start scoring. You start throwing interceptions and fumbling the ball, and it just … you can see it in the team. You can see the level of intensity on the field just drop."
It certainly doesn't help that for the Burn's first two seasons, their opener was against three-time league champions, the Dallas Diamonds. "They all tower over us," says Moses. Still, this, she says, is the year the Burn puts at least a 1 in that W column.
Her husband, Offensive Coordinator Fred Moses, is less sure. "I feel positive about it, but I'm not going to ... after going through year one and year two, you feel positive about that, too. I just want to see them perform; I want to see how they do." A win, he adds, "is not just about me saying it."
There's a difference this year in the level of commitment from the players, says Monica Sedillo, who also goes by Rock. She's been on the team all three years, and this year, she says, prospects are good. "The first year, a lot of people were like, 'Oh, this will be cool,'" she says. And she's not the first to complain of lackluster perseverance by former teammates.
There's been a lot of turnover on the Burn, enough so that sometimes it feels like starting from square one every season. "They didn't think, 'I'm going to have to work out all the time and run and wear pads and get hit and break things and tear things and all of the stuff that goes along with it,'" Sedillo says.
Some of the novelty has worn off, and the Burn could hit its stride in its third season with players that understand the commitment. With a roster of 30 when there's usually a dozen more, commitment means everything. Many in the Burn's ranks are forced to be two-way players, playing on the offensive and defensive side of the ball. This keeps them on the field for much of the game.
"Part of it is recognizing the talent you have and making sure you have the right system in place. It's about coaches. It's about players," says Coach Moses. "All of the stars have to line up for that win to happen, but at the same time, you have to force your will on the situation."
Cathie McKenna, the Burn's new quarterback and vital instrument in the team's revamped offense, isn't thinking about the losing streak. "We have the chance to go out there and prove that we're a better team than anybody's seen."
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Hit. Don't Get Hit.
"Two weeks," Christie Moses tells the team as members gather round at the end of a preseason practice. "In two weeks and one hour, we're going to be suiting up." That first game against the Los Angeles Amazons was a home game. That meant tons of work for Moses, who owns the Burn. She's responsible for finding a place to play, hiring a security force, organizing merchandise and ticket sales.
Three years ago, Moses knew she wanted to start a business. She told her husband Fred her ambitions. "I'll support you 100 percent," he told her. "I thought she was talking about a restaurant," Offensive Coordinator Fred Moses says. But after coming across the Women's Professional Football League (WPFL), Christie, a longtime football fan, knew what she wanted. "He thought I was crazy," she says. "He was a little shocked."
Christie Moses played football most of her life, from the time she was 8 or 9 years old "when I realized what it was and how it actually worked." She played in the park against whoever, wherever she could. By middle school, she was playing against high school guys. "That was a lot of fun, but it wasn't to this level. It was two-hand touch. They didn't want to hurt the girl."
The women get hurt sometimes, but that's the game: Hurt or be hurt. When Fred Moses first heard of the WPFL, one of three professional women's leagues in the country, he was incredulous. "It's one of those things that's hard to envision unless you've actually seen it." Fred and Christie were invited to watch the championship game that year. "I realized it wasn't the Lingerie Bowl. This was truly women playing football."
Many Burn players have never played football before, and the adjustment to the brutal sport can be a difficult one, says head coach Dominic Juarez as he watches the untangling of a four-player pileup at the end of the field. "My first game was a YAFL [Young American Football League] game," he says. "You get used to it. A lot of these players go straight from never playing to all-out contact, take-
Though the players might seem broad and strong—a couple of them are more than 6-feet tall and 250 pounds—the Burn knows itself to be an undersized team physically compared with others in its league.
If you're hitting first, you're less likely to be injured. That's Coach Moses' message to a 50 percent newbie team as players huddle at the end of a practice a week before their opener. "It's not necessarily hitting hard, it's hitting hard consistently. You can't take plays off. You take plays off, and you get hurt. If you're not hitting, you're getting hit. If you're not applying the force, the force is being put on you."
You don't have to tell that to Rock. "They like me in the middle because I'm tall," says the 5'11" center. "I like to fight with people." All the fighting happens on the line, she says. "It's hand-to-hand combat. It gets to that," she says. Rock, who spent years as a corrections officer, fears for the rookies. "Some of the other teams play really dirty," she says, aiming helmets or shoulders at opponents' knees, twisting while tackling or taking cheap shots by working fingers through a face mask to jab an eye or throat.
The Little Girls Are Watching.
They've told Crihanna Smith the scary stories of dirty tackles and injuries. But her biggest fear isn't getting hurt. The 6'2", 280-pound defensive end just wants to do her job. "I'm afraid everything's going to go out the window," she said at a weekday practice before her first game.
Smith never played football, though her brother played through high school. He was a defensive end, too. It's not that Smith's never been around the sport. She saw plenty of it growing up. Her husband enjoys watching the game on TV. "I'm just one of those wives that the husband watches football and I'm catering to the guys." A coworker told her about the Burn. Smith had just had a baby and wanted to get in shape. As big as she is, football seemed right up her alley, she says. "This is something to separate myself from my family a little, to get outside of the house and do something for myself," she says.
Smith has two little girls, and she's eager to have them come watch their mom suit up and beat on some opponents. Just like Rock likes the thought that little girls on the sidelines at Bullhead Park might be inspired to play. "It's nice to know even when we're out there practicing, and they've got all those YAFL kids practicing, those little girls that are cheerleading are going, 'Hey, I didn't know I could play football, too.'"
The Burn practices amid soccer teams and YAFL younguns in the park by the base, the coaches' words often cut off by the sound of roaring jets. Because it's professional football, owner Moses pays players $1 a game—it's more symbolic than anything else.
But there's something to being the first. Three-season Burn vet Michele Turner remembers their first home game; 1,000 people in the stands, and all of them waiting in a thunderstorm through a one-hour lightning delay. When the Burn finally took the field, the crowd roared "like we were the frikkin' undefeated NFL champions," Turner says. "They were just so happy to see us."
Turner, also called Scrappy, hears from women all the time who say they wish the Burn had gotten off the ground when they were younger. "There's a lot of women that have always wanted to play but never had the chance," she says.
She gets choked up when kids ask her for her autograph, she laughs. Still, Scrappy's ready not to lose, and that's a feeling deep in every Burn veteran this season, she says. "It's great to have people say, 'You have so much heart and you keep going,' but you know what? At the end of the day, if you don't have a W on that scoreboard, it don't mean shit, because that's what people remember."
Rock echoes that sentiment. "I hope we prove people wrong," she says. "That's what I'm hoping. People are either expecting the same as the last two years or worse, and they're going to be surprised."
The Burn's Season
Aug. 25 Houston Energy, Home (Wilson Stadium)
Sept. 1 Las Vegas Showgirlz, Away
Sept. 8 Houston Energy, Away
Sept. 22 Dallas Diamonds, Away
Sept. 29 Las Vegas Showgirlz, Home (Milne Stadium)
Oct. 6 Los Angeles Amazons, Away
Oct. 20 Dallas Diamonds, Home (Milne Stadium)
All games start at 7 p.m. Gates swing wide at 6 p.m. Tickets are $10 for adults or $5 for kids. An adult season pass runs $32, a child season pass goes for $16. Family season passes cost $72. Go to www.nmburn.com for more.
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All Guns Blazing
Black is a single player only first person shooter by EA Games and Criterion, the makers of Burn Out. The games name "Black" comes from the black-ops team named Black. You play as an operative agent primly named "Killer" and as your name suggests, you kill. You will play through a single player campaign of eight missions. Each mission takes about 20 to 30 minutes to complete except the first mission, which takes about 10 to 15 minutes.
The advancing story line is vague at first, leaving you to what is going on, but it slowly progress and adds on in the movie scenes between levels. If you pay attention to story line is runs deep and is pretty interesting. That is, if you pay attention.
The game play is pretty amazing. The Graphic Engine is just something to see. Every thing can be destroyed and there is a lot of flammable stuff lying around. You can be shooting at a tower and the BOOM, the whole things up in smoke. There are also a variety of weapons to use during the game. Including pistols, automatic rifles, machine guns, grenade launchers, RPG's, and the mix. The guns look amazingly real. You can even adjust the firing rate on them to single, burst or fully automatic fire.
During the game, you will run through the levels bouncing around cover while blasting your terrorist enemies. (For once, not Nazis or Aliens) You will unload clip after clip, the game doesn't no the meaning of conserving ammo. You'll have lots of fun killing your enemies with shotguns, grenades, and send them flying with RPG's.
The enemies themselves are not as bad as you might think from what other people say. Everyone dies to a grenade in the face, they all die by shooting them in the head and they all die with a sniper round or RPG. Regular enemies take about 8 to 10 shots. Then there are these commando enemies with shot guns, a metal mask, and 6inches of pullet proof armor. These guys are hard to kill for a reason, to challenge your gun slinging. There are also enemies with shields and ones with full body bullet proof armor. The AI are stupid, but you got to remember, terrorist are not the brightest and well trained troops out there. In fact you allies that you get in game are amazingly bright when you're with them.
The next best thing about the game is the Sound. You can hear were the shots are coming from and all the guns have most realistic sound to them. When you put a silencer on them, they really get quite. The voicing in the game is also done really good. The ambient music in the back ground is also nicely done and enjoying. You will want to turn up the volume for this game.
The biggest down fall to the game is the fact that it all single player. I mean the single player missions are fun, but with out anything else, it's almost a drag. You can play the missions again on harder level to unlock the silver weapons (weapons with infinite ammo, but you still have to reload) and the M60 with a grenade launcher.
So EA and Criterion didn't build a perfect FPS game compared to Halo or Doom. Though they did a really good job at it and this is one of the better FPS for the PS2. With the horrible replay value, I suggest this as a renter first, and then if you love it, go buy it.
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Reagan's role in Cold War is lecture topic
Posted April 1, 2009; 06:32 p.m.
"The Rebellion of Ronald Reagan: Revisiting Reagan's Role in the End of the Cold War" is the title of a talk by author James Mann scheduled for 4:30 p.m. Thursday, April 9, in 16 Robertson Hall.
Mann's new book, "The Rebellion of Ronald Reagan: A History of the End of the Cold War," draws on new interviews and previously unavailable documents to offer a new history of what Reagan did -- and did not do -- to help bring America's four-decade conflict with the Soviet Union to a close.
Mann is the Foreign Policy Institute Author-in-Residence at Johns Hopkins University and formerly was a senior writer-in-residence at the Center for Strategic and International Studies. He has been a writer for The Los Angeles Times, The New Haven Journal-Courier, The Washington Post, The Philadelphia Inquirer and The Baltimore Sun.
The talk is sponsored by the Woodrow Wilson School of Public and International Affairs.


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After dinner we loaded up a couple of old truck tires with diesel and lit them up for an after dinner fire. The warmth and glow are nice but it is sure putting off a lot of smoke.
Instead of a tire fire, we are considering burning a few politicians at the stake!
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The Game Critics Awards - Best of E3 2012 winners have been announced and The Last of Us has made a clean sweep, taking home awards in multiple categories.
After the excitement of Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3), the 34 voting publications that make up the Game Critics Awards declared Naughty Dog's The Last of Us as Best of Show at this year's E3.
In total, The Last of Us took home a whopping five awards which also included Best Original Game, Best Console Game, Best Action/Adventure Game and a Special Commendation for Sound award.
The Unfinished Swan, from developer Giant Sparrow, walked away with Best Downloadable Game, South Park: The Stick of Truth from Obsidian Entertainment was awarded Best Role Playing Game and Queasy Games' Sound Shapes took home Best Handheld/Mobile Game.
Other Game Critics Awards category winners included NetherRealm Studios' Injustice: Gods Among Us for Best Fighting Game, Criterion Games' Need For Speed: Most Wanted for Best Racing Game, EA Canada's FIFA 13 for Best Sports Game and XCOM: Enemy Unknown from Firaxis Games for Best Strategy Game.
Ubisoft Montreal's Watch Dogs received both Special Commendation for Innovation and Special Commendation for Sound awards.
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Toss it and Then?
Credit: Blanche, Wil
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We think of a landfill as being somehow separate from the environment, but in this photo seagulls are scavenging in an open landfill along the Hudson River.
Why It Matters
- People have always produced trash. Archeologists learn about prehistoric and early historic communities from their garbage.
- A landfill is a hole in the ground that trash is thrown in.
- Many toxic materials come off of this trash and so it must be dealt with in an environmentally sound way.
- There are ways of harnessing some of the materials or their byproducts to be useful.
Can you Apply It?
With the link below, learn more about landfills. Then answer the following questions.
- SciShow, The Smelly, Oozy, Sometimes Explode-y Science of Gabage (video): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4x8HsAhp8U
- Why do you think people produce six times more garbage than they did 30 years ago?
- What creates leachate and what does it contain?
- How is the environment protected from leachate in landfills now?
- Which gases are produced by uncovered rotting garbage? Which is the most damaging to the environment and why?
- Why does the United States have less efficient landfills than European countries?
- What could the United States do to make landfills more than just holes in the ground?


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Love Actually is a great movie, though I'm sure darthvyn will disagree if he stops by. It's a bunch of wonderful character studies going on simultaneously, with some beautiful acting by the likes of Sabe, Severus Snape, and that moron who got busted with a nasty-arse ugly hooker when he had Liz Hurley waiting at home. (Seriously. WTF?)
I've voiced my opinions on Firefly/Serenity due to my unabashed annoyance at Joss Whedon (I don't give him the credit to refer to it as "hatred") before, but I'll point out again I'd rather be castrated by a blind midget with a power drill than sit through even a minute of anything he had any involvement with whatsoever.


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SIX months after, Undine stood in her own little tent, sorting and piling into heaps the ironing she had just finished.
'Twas a New Rush winter's morning; in the blue sky there was not a cloud, and if it was cold and numbing in the inside of tents and on the shady side of gravel-heaps, out in the sunshine it was warm and genial.
She was hurrying to get out into it, and truly to impartial eyes there was nothing very alluring in the interior of the little tent. 'Twas a small place, six feet by eight, and held three packing-cases. The largest was a table, covered over with shirts. The second was a bed; it had low sides which lay flat on the ground and served to keep off the wind which at night blew in chill under the skirting. The smallest had a kind of tick; it was a desk and general repository. It did not lock, but that mattered less, as its only contents were paper scribbled over and clothes that would not have paid a Kaffir the time it took to steal them. It was an empty place, and cheerless it would have looked to other eyes; but to page: 309 Undine not a yellow water stain in the canvas nor a mark in the cracked poles, nor a knot in the rough cases but had its own story, and a pleasant familiar face showed itself in each of them. Even the old black bottle stood in the corner made home, more home. She might have changed it now for a candlestick, but so many pleasant thoughts hung round its old black neck that the bottle kept its ground.
Placing on a tray one of the piles of ironing, and putting on the huge white kappie which had replaced the battered silk hat and very much added to the respectability of the ironing woman, she went out into the sunshine, buttoning down the door after her.
The tent stood in a quiet corner of the Camp on the outskirts of the North End. The only very near neighbours were a family of Dutch Boers who camped on the right. On all other sides it was surrounded by low gravel-heaps, 1 among which the tent nestled like a white bird in a yellow nest, as Undine said when describing it to her little broken-backed friend.
She went to visit her this morning before taking her work to its destination, and found her basking in the warmth at the back of the tent, a veritable Diogenes, with only her head and shoulders sticking out of the great tub in which she had ensconced herself.
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In answer to her visitor's look of inquiry, she said, "The ground's so wet I can't lie on it, and in here it's so nice. I can rock from side to side. Just see!" And she put the tub in motion, leaning heavily first on one elbow and then on the other.
"And the rose?"
"Oh, it"s all right, but it seems as though spring would never come," said the girl, touching with her thick little forefinger the still leafless and brown slip that stood in the side of the old three-legged pot.
"You only stayed such a little while yesterday, you must not go soon today," she said; and Undine put down her tray and sat down on the ground beside her.
"I can"t stay very long today," she said. "I must try and find the owner of those shirts. Three months ago they were brought me, and no one has ever called for them; I am afraid the person to whom they belong must be poor and need them, they are so fine and so old and worn."
"He's waited so long, he won't mind waiting a little longer," said the girl, resting her head in her companion's lap and looking up into her face with her clear grey eyes.
"Tell me what you wrote about last night," she said.
Undine's hand rested on the same great shock of wild red hair, and the broad freckled face that looked up at hers was the same that six months page: 311 before she had seen for the first time; yet it resembled that face only as a face awake resembles the same face asleep. It was like a dark room into which the sunshine had looked.
"I did not write anything," said Undine, as she passed her finger tenderly along the lines in the low forehead; "I was so tired I went to sleep with the pen in my hand, and when I woke the candle had quite burnt out."
"And have you not anything to tell me?"
"No. I have been so busy all the morning."
"And can't you think while you work?"
"Sometimes, not often; but yesterday evening, when I was putting the collars into starch, a little story came to me that seemed beautiful then, though it does not now. Shall I tell it to you?"
The child nodded; and Undine, running her fingers through and through her coarse hair, began:
"A mother was lying on her bed, dying, and at her side was a very little baby. The people who stood round her thought she knew nothing, saw nothing; and truly she saw none of them. She felt only the touch of the little baby's fingers upon her breast, but she saw what no one else could see—in the far end of the room were two, drawing balls from a box which had no bottom; and Death's balls were the pure white and Life's were the blood red.
"Death was very tall and calm and his face was smooth and white, like a face cut out of marble; his page: 312 eyelids were half closed and in the eyes beneath them lay the shadows of wonderful dreams. Round him was a mantle of many cold grey tints, and his wings were folded close against his side.
"A ball was drawn, and it was Death's white ball; so the mother knew that she must go to him; but when they were going to draw again, she prayed and said:
"'Stay! stay! O Death; give Life my child!' For she feared him, he was so still and cold, and they were strange wonderful dreams that wandered beneath his eyelids.
"And Life said, 'Let the mother see what we have to give it, and she shall decide who is to have the child.'
"And Death bowed his head slowly.
"Now Life was very beautiful; her hair was like the yellow glory of the sunset, and her limbs were strong and soft and round, and her breast was as white as an open lily. Her cheeks were red, so red that the tear traces could hardly be seen on them, and her white dazzling wings were always quivering and expanded, yet they never raised her or took her from the earth. She was very lovely, and the bright robe she wore was of spotless tender green, the colour of the first shoots on the white-thorn tree; only here and there, where it turned up a little, the lining showed it was red and had clots on as though it had been dipped in blood. She was very beautiful; but page: 313 when the mother looked at her forehead, knit with thought and pain, and at her large wide-open eyes through which the light and darkness chased each other endlessly, she feared her also.
"Life spoke first, and her voice was like the singing of the birds in spring-time, and the murmuring of the crowd in a great city, and the weeping of a lonely woman at a graveside, all strangely blended.
"'Look in my eyes,' she said, 'and see what I have to give'; and the mother looked.
"In the streets of a great city rolled the carriage of a rich man, and the mud from its wheels sprang up into the faces of two who were poor and hungry and stood at the corner of the street talking.
"'Whose carriage is that?' asked the one.
"'The man who rides in it is the richest and most fortunate man in all this city,' answered the other. 'From his boyhood upwards all that his hand has touched has turned to gold. Misfortune has never crossed him. His very dogs live longer than another's and die easier deaths. We were friends once in our youth, but now he counts his gold by millions, and I have nothing but a starving wife.'
"'And why do you not go to him for help?'
"'Because how should he pity me who has never known want, and how should he remember me who has entertained lords and princes?' But still when they parted the poor man turned his steps towards the house of the great.page: 314
"'If I had but half that one of his horses eats I would be happy,' he thought.
"The fortunate man was walking in his garden. He was very fat, and the only walk he ever took was up and down its gravel paths. The air was rich with the scent of the flowers, and the light of the afternoon sun made the drops of the leaping fountain sparkle more brightly than the diamond on his finger. A small bird was bathing itself in the water.
"'Now,' said the rich man, 'if it were not too much trouble, and the shot worth more than the fruit it eats, I would kill that bird.'
"Then he thought of the grand dinner he was to give the next day, and how his beautiful daughter was to marry one of the great lords who would be there.
"Then he thought how they all envied him his grand old mansion and his priceless horses; then he looked up and saw the poor man standing between him and the sun. He did not know him, for it is very hard to remember people who are so shabby, and so he asked him who he was. The poor man told his story, and when he had finished went back out of that beautiful garden sorry that he had entered it.
"Then the rich man walked up and down again and basked in the sunshine. It was a man's own fault if he had trouble and was poor and friendless, page: 315 for the world was a good world. There was no help for him but in the grave, the poor man had said, and the fortunate man thought, as he walked up and down, what a very great fool he must be. It was such a nice pleasant world this, with its great red sun warming one on a chilly afternoon all for nothing, and ripening one's fruit and vegetables and asking for no pay. It was such a nice pleasant world this, with such a nice pleasant sea, over which pleasant ships could bring pleasant wines and turtles from other pleasant lands. He moistened his lips when he thought of his old, old wines; and then he thought of another disagreeable dark place that the man had spoken of, where there were great cobwebs which were not round old bottles and living things that were not gay horses. That was the place he did not like to think of; it made the sweat stand in great drops on his red neck. Life had been so good to him; she had given him all the sweet and kept back all the bitter; she had brought no tear to his eye since he had been old enough to tell a sixpence from a penny; it would be hard to leave her now, when all men envied him. So he pulled out his watch with its setting of jewels and wondered when the dinner hour would come, and tried to forget that other hour. And at last the dinner hour came, with its guests and its laughter and its wine. And at last that other hour came also—the only hour of which we are all sure; and the page: 316 fortunate man, who had never suffered and never wept and never pitied, went to the place he feared where the living things and cobwebs were. Nobody missed him, nobody wanted him back again—not his pretty daughter, for she had all his money.
"Now, when the mother saw all this, she would have given the child to Death, for she said, 'It were as well he had died a baby.'
"But Life prevented her: 'I have other things to give,' she said.
"And the mother looked. It was a garden again, a wild neglected garden where the flowers and creepers grew rank and free in each other's arms, and beauty was not measured out. At the root of a great tree, almost enfolded and hidden by the shrubs that grew around it, stood a man. His face was young and one to be pitied by the old and wise, for it was very glad and full of hope. In his arms, pressed close to him, was a woman, and not one of the flowers had a face so fair as hers; but, deep in her eyes, crept a look like the look which crept in the eyes of the serpent in that First Garden long ago. They were sweet long kisses; and the words she spoke to him were sweet, the sweet old words of love and faith which women speak to men; and he believed her.
"His heart grew very strong and great through the mighty love that came to him, and their life path lay before him in a mist of light and beauty. Truly page: 317 God's world was good, and the life He gave great and beautiful, and only the pure and true of heart were worthy of it. So he thought; and looked in the eyes of the woman he loved, and pressed his lips to hers, and drew her closer to him, for he never saw the serpent's look that glided in them.
"But the day came, at last, when he did see it—when she looked into his face and laughed, and he knew that when he pressed the woman he loved to his heart it was only the grey old father of lies he had held. Now, life being for him that woman and that woman being evil, he became evil too. For the sake of what he had once loved, he deceived all women, and drank and cursed, and gained gold by evil, and spent it in sin; and men said that, wherever he passed, you might trace him by the ruin and evil he left behind. Yet they envied him, for the women loved him, and where other men would have starved he made gold. He might eat of the fruit of the earth and satisfy himself: its gold, its wine, or its women—they were all free to him who had no conscience to restrain and no faith in a higher power.
"The woman he had once loved was told of him—how the devil befriended his own, how he sinned and came to no evil, and enjoyed life as other men could not.
"Then she said, softly: 'It was well that I deceived him, very well'; but in her inmost heart she feared to meet him, and when she knew that he was page: 318 dead the world seemed larger to her and her breath came lighter.
"'I have that to give,' said Life.
"'And I have sleep,' said Death.
"And the mother would have given the child to him, but Life said: 'I have yet other things to give'; and again she looked.
"There was a street with great and noble houses, and out at the door of one of them came a young man. His shoulders were bent and, as he walked, his eyes were fixed upon the ground; only once he looked up at the great houses at his side and saw the faces of two soft women looking out of a large window. Then he clenched the fingers of the hand that hung at his side till the nails went into the flesh, and clenched his teeth and swore under his breath a bitter oath.
"'Twas a strange presumptuous oath for a man to swear who wore brown threadbare clothes out at elbow and boots that were split and who lived in a garret; for he swore that the day should come when those rich men should ask him to their tables and he would refuse to come, when those white proud women whom he cursed in his bitterness should covet a smile or a word from him, when the world should know him and call him great. This he swore and went home to his garret.
"It was a dreary empty place where the sunlight never entered and where dry bread was eaten and page: 319 where nothing pleasant ever came except only a young girl with hard work-worn hands. She was the landlord's daughter, and she crept in every day to rub the dust off the rotten table and turn the straw mattress and carry out the ashes, if there were any. In the long evening, when to save light he would sit there thinking in the dark, she would sit there too, close beside him with her hard little hand in his, just as she had done when he came there three years before. She had been a child then; she was a woman now; but it made no difference to her.
"One evening she did not come, and he sat there alone, thinking, thinking. The room was very quiet, but there was a great war raging in the man's heart. At last he brought his hand down on the table and swore between his clenched teeth, as he had sworn that day before the rich men's houses.
"'She will not help me in my work,' he said; 'she and her children will be a weight on me, dragging me down. If I stay here it will conquer me. I must leave her, I must leave her, for she cannot help me.'
"So in the grey dawn of the winter morning he stood in the door of his room, ready to leave it for the last time. She was labouring up the stairs with a great heap of coals in her arms.
"'These are for you,' she said, her breath coming quick with pleasure: 'the lodger belowstairs gave them to me. See, how many!'page: 320
"There were burning drops under his eyelids, but he let her pass into the room; then he said, 'I am going away.'
"She looked up into his face, for his voice sounded strange, but it was too dark to see him.
"'Will you stay long?' she asked.
"Then he told her he was going away forever, that he would never come again; and he shut the door behind him very quickly for fear he might turn back. Quickly he shut it, but it was not quick enough, for he heard the coals fall on the floor, and a low short cry that followed him out into the street and on and on into the long years that followed.
"Years came, years went; his hair grew whiter; his shoulders stooped lower yet; and alone and in bitterness he laboured on.
"'Oh, you rich and noble,' he said, 'you who think no more of me than of the dogs in your kennels; when you vanish and your names are as forgotten as theirs I shall live on, my name shall be immortal!' And then he pressed his lips together and worked on.
"And at last it came. The world called him great; it wrote of him in its papers; men talked of him on the street, and women in their houses. The children learned to lisp his name; rich men asked him to their dinners; noblewomen came to visit him, only that they might say that they had seen him.
"He was very great, and his fame was very great, page: 321 and his riches were very great; but he was old with work and his life was done.
"'Put me in my great chair beside the fire,' he said to his servants, 'and leave me. You say I am dying—why should you stay for that? You cannot help me.' So they went out and left him.
"Nodding, dozing in the firelight, he looked up and saw before him, sitting in a velvet armchair, an old man with cap of crimson and a silver silken tassel that was shaking in the firelight. 'Twas the phantom of himself who sat there, nodding in the golden firelight.
"'You have been fortunate,' said the phantom; you have succeeded as few men in the world succeed. You are very rich, and all men pray for riches.'
'I never cared for gold,' said the great man. 'Of what use is it to me, alone? Once—'
"He had grown a little deaf of late, and now he could hear less; there was often a low short cry ringing in his ears.
"'Fools pray for gold,' he said, 'not wise men.'
"The phantom nodded. 'In your youth,' he said, 'you swore you would be great and that the high and noble should receive you into their houses, fair women should covet your notice and proud men your visits. You have gained all that; surely you are blessed. It is true you have paid something for it—a little—some pleasure, the rest of a few thou- thousand page: 322 sand nights, the woman you loved—but what is that! Many pay all that and die in a garret, or on a dung-heap. You are blessed!'
"'If that were all, then better never have been born,' said the great man, bitterly. 'They write of me in their papers; I never read their praises now. My house is better—why should I go to theirs! Fair women come to see me—what are fair women to me! They only disturb me with their childish chatter; and sometimes, if they have blue eyes—Ha! if that were all, better to have died a baby.'
"The phantom leaned his hands upon his knees and leered across the firelight.
"'What has it been for then? All this battling, all this striving, all this heartache? Surely it has not been for nothing?'
"'No,' said the great man; 'it has not been for nothing. The man who looks for happiness in this life is a fool. I live for the future. I would be immortal. Immortal!'
"The phantom leaned back in his armchair and laughed till the silvered tassel of his red cap trembled again in the firelight!
"'Immortal! I thought you were a great man, yet you juggle with this word immortal, like the rest of your kind. What do you mean by it now? That your name shall live after you are dead? Well, if that is all you seek, you shall have it. They will give you a grand funeral, and write of you in papers page: 323 bordered deep with black, and for a few days, a very few, everyone will speak of you. But there will be no woman to wear one flower the less in her hair, and no man to drink one glass less of wine, because you died that morning. You are a great man, a very great man, so perhaps they will raise a statue of you, and for a few hundred years, now and then, some one will speak of you, oftenest in praise at first, oftenest in blame at last; for to men of the new ideas and the new light the great men of old look very small. Immortal! Ha! Ha! Who are you? What are you?' laughed the phantom. 'A paltry two thousand years has dimmed the radiance of her redeemers and prophets; how long do you think earth will remember you?'
"The phantom laughed again and looked into the fire: 'That coal that is burning there: Five million years ago or so it was a great tree growing in the green old forests. Perhaps it thought it was to be immortalised—immortalised into coal. And so it was, for five million years; but in five minutes it will be ashes now. In five million years where will you be?—Immortal—Ha! Ha! Ha!' laughed the phantom. 'Fool! Fool! Fool!'
"With his hands clasped over his face and his head bowed down to his knees, the old man sat.
"'Oh, my life,' he cried, 'my life! I have given it, I have given it, and I have gained nothing.'
"Three days later the great man died, and the page: 324 noble and the great followed him to his grave, and they wrote of him in their papers. They said, 'Weep, weep, for a great man is dead; weep, weep!' But for all that, no one wept. Only one half-starved man who lived alone in the garret where he laboured and toiled, he wept for envy, for he said, 'Why should he have all the good, I all the evil?'
"Then Life dropped her lids for a moment.
"'And I have rest,' said Death.
"And the mother would have given him her child, but Life said: 'Look again, once more;' and the mother looked for the last time.
"It was four o'clock in the morning, and beside a table, with his forehead resting in his two hands, a man was sitting. The candle was almost burnt out, and soon it would be time for him to go out to his day's work; for all day he stood behind a counter, selling yards of print and muslin to the ladies that came in.
"The other clerks called him fool; if they had known how his nights were spent they would have called him so more often. When their day's work was over they went out to amuse themselves, but he only shut himself up in his room and walked up and down and prayed and wrote himself half mad before the morning came.
"It was well there was no living thing to see him but the little brown mouse that looked out of its hole and wished it could have nibbled at the candle. page: 325 But the candle stood safe and did nothing but devour the bits of paper scribbled over with songs that were always being put to her. She had just devoured two great blue pages, on which was much of such hot talk as comes from young pens at four o'clock in the morning.
"She would get no more, however, for the pen was lying under the table, and the man looked very disconsolate as he sat beside it.
"If he had written anything just now, it would have been: 'Yes, I'm a great fool, as they say. Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die. Let us do as the sheep do; they only are wise. Beauty is an angel that no man ever caught; truth is a deception that changes to falsehood while you finger it. We are shadows among shadows. Why be so in earnest? Why make oneself so hot about it all? Why strive and pray and make so great a bluster? Life isn't worth it. Something, nothing, here, gone; let us make the best of it, wear the nicest clothes, eat the nicest meat, and love the easiest love, and believe what comes to hand; tread on, steady and safe, step by step, in the narrow sandy path our fathers cleared from stones and bushes long ago. If this cannot be, why, curse life and die—it is the best thing left.'
"So he thought then, for he was weary, and threw himself down on his bed. Perhaps he slept, but his eyes were heavy and red the next morning as he stood behind the counter, selling ribbons and prints.page: 326
"So this poor clerk went on, month after month, praying and writing all night and measuring off dresses by the yard all day; but at last it happened that one of his dreams took a human shape, and a pair of clear still eyes looked into his life and made him richer than the great princes of the Golden Isles, whose houses and whose shoes are covered with jewels. It was true, as men speak, that the eyes belonged not to him but to a woman who was nothing to him—a woman who was high above him and who would surely be carried, some day, to another man's home. Yet when he was beside her she spoke to him kindly, and in her face he found the beauty in her mind, the truth he dreamed of. He knew that she was his though she did not love him, for he loved her, and no one could ever take her from him, not she herself.
"He heard at last that she was going to be married, and then he left the town and went far, far away, and for a little time there was a heavy aching at his heart all day as he stood behind the counter or sat alone in his silent room. But at last the aching went, and there was only gladness left. He had not her body, it was true, but her beautiful soul was living somewhere and it was true and real, and the earth was never again quite empty for him.
"The years passed on, and they still called him a fool, for he made no money. He never stayed long enough in any place, but wandered on from town page: 327 to town and land to land, just when the longing seized him. Sometimes a child's face, or a reach of sea beach, or the charm of snow-crowned mountains made him pause a little, but having got all they had to give, he wandered on again.
"He made no money and no friends, this poor fool of a clerk. Only sometimes, when pain or sorrow would draw people to him, they would enter his life for a little time; but when they were comforted they would go out of it again, and he would go on with his wanderings and sing his songs and smile and love the beautiful green old earth.
"Sometimes his songs were sad, but oftener they were glad, for it did not take much to make him happy—a little stream of sunlight breaking in through the goods within the window, or the shadows which the trees cast as he passed below them on his way to work or to lie on the grass on Sunday morning and watch the rippling in the pool of water; that was enough to make life sweet to him—so sweet that, when the death he had once longed for came to him, he was almost sorry to leave it. Yet it seemed so pleasant to think of lying deep in the soft old earth he loved, and he was glad he had lived. There was not one night of sleepless agony, nor one hour of bitterness he would have missed, even if he might. It was all good, looked at from the end. Life lay very beautiful behind, and death was not terrible, only very strange.page: 328
"He died young and they buried him in the earth he loved; but there was not a tear shed over him. For why? What had he done all his life? Sold a few yards of print and ribbon, cast up a few accounts, suffered a little agony, prayed a little, doubted a little, comforted a few people who were sad; and for the rest lived much as the birds live, singing and loving and revelling in the sunshine.
"'I have that to give,' said Life.
"And the mother said: 'Take my child. Your best is bitter sweet, but it is sweet.'
"So Death took the mother and Life the child."
When Undine had finished her story they sat quiet for a little time. Then the girl said, "It's because such beautiful stories come to you that you are never miserable and are always smiling. I like this story."
"I like them too," said Undine, "when they come to me as I am at my work. They seem so beautiful, they make the blood run all through my body with little throbs; but when I try to write or tell them I wonder what I liked in them. But I must be going now, Diogenes, or Mr. William Brown will be without a shirt and dying of the cold." And Undine got up and put her tray upon her arm.
"Diogenes—what does that mean?"
"Why, Diogenes was a man who lived in a tub, as you are doing today; and I call you Diogenes be- because page: 329 cause I like to call my friends by names that no one else has for them."
"Am I your friend?" A strangely bright look came into the little freckled face that looked up at her out of the tub.
Undine answered, "Yes, my only little friend."
She was turning to go when Diogenes stopped her:
"Do you really think people do nothing but dream after they are dead? You said Death's eyes were full of dreams."
"No, I don't think so," said Undine, trying to balance the tray on her head and finally returning it to her arms. "The stories come to me just as they like. I never think about them."
"I'm sorry," said Diogenes, still resting her folded arms on the ground and looking up. "Last night I dreamt my rose bush had a great white rose and you had it in your hair, and you and I were walking over little sandhills. The air was so cool and it was dark as though there was going to be a great storm; I was looking up into your face, and you were looking straight out before you, and your eyes were so strange. And at last we came to the sea, and you said you were going over it. It was a sad dream, but I liked it, and when I woke up father was drunk and they were all quarrelling and I wished I had never woken up any more. It's so nice to dream."page: 330
"Yes, dreams are nice. Good-bye." And the little ironing woman trudged off with her shirts, leaving Diogenes with enough food for reverie, conjecture and enjoyment for the rest of the day.
The owner of the shirts, she had been told by the Kaffir who brought them, lived near the Circus; that his name was W. Brown the shirts themselves told her; but to discover his whereabouts seemed a hopeless task.
Most people answered her shortly enough. One old woman, in answer to her questions, began the long story of one Bill Brown, who might be the Bill Brown she was in search of, who had lived at Graaff Rienet, who had set out for the Fields, but who, as turned out in the sequel, had died before reaching them.
He could hardly be the owner of the shirt, nor yet the widow Brown to whose tent some well-disposed digger sent her. Undine was giving up the quest when a Kaffir woman, hearing her question, directed her to a small tent the top of which was just visible behind its larger compeers.
Making her way between the tents over broken bottles, empty tins and rubbish of all kinds, Undine soon found herself before it, and a glance through its open door convinced her that she had found the right place at last.
'Twas a tent of about the size of her own, but its interior presented an infinitely more comfortless ap- appearance page: 331 pearance, though it was furnished with a wooden stretcher, two camp stools and a huge padlocked sea-chest.
The gravel that covered the floor was trodden into mounds and heaps of all sizes. More laths of the wooden stretcher hung down broken than were left to support the red sand-coloured bedding that lay on it. On the sea-chest that stood in the middle of the tent was such a multifarious and miscellaneous collection of articles as surely never sea-chest bore before. There were tins and bottles of every description, the latter crowned with the remains of half burnt candles; there were old newspapers and shoe blacking, books and a pepper caster, pens and cigar ends, a paint box and a broken looking-glass, a microscope and combs, hair brushes, tooth brushes, boot brushes, nail brushes and a papier-mache desk on which was a silver-clasped album across which lay the broken head of a pick; these with an infinitude of other smaller and larger articles covered it. On the ground at its side lay an empty meal sack, the last of whose contents had evidently been used to compose the great leadeny-looking roaster-cake that was standing beside a tin mug of water on the sea-chest; the look of the roaster-cake was not inviting, except it were to throw at the head of an enemy, yet some one had evidently tried to put it to some other use, for there were small pieces chipped off every here and there.page: 332
Close beside the sea-chest, on one of the camp stools leaning against the central pole, with his head hanging on his breast, sat a man. He was in digger trim, with his shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, perhaps to hide their frayed and worn condition, certainly not for work, for the long arms they left uncovered seemed hardly strong enough to raise themselves, still less to handle sieve or pick. His eyes were closed, but a very light tap at the door-post caused him to raise his head and look up heavily at the white-clad figure that stood in his doorway.
If he were Mr. Brown, she said, she had brought his shirts.
A slight flush came into his face.
"I don't want them; you had better take them and keep them as payment," he said; then he drooped back into his old posture.
He was greatly changed, but, when he looked up, Undine at once recognised him as the passenger who, on that first morning on board the steamer had seemed the only glad thing in harmony with the fresh breezy water and the sweeping sea-birds.
He was in harmony with his surroundings now also, for the broken tins and bottles and the old stretcher did not look more hopelessly down-and-out and good-for-nothing than their master.
Undine looked at his wasted arms, at the empty meal sack, and the leaden roaster-cake, and listened to his hollow cough, and wondered where the long- page: 333 whiskered captain and his brilliant sister might be. Perhaps they were only of the sunflower species whom only fools think to find growing in the shade.
She watched him in silence for a minute, then she stepped lightly into the tent and, putting her tray down on the floor, came and stood beside him. It was not till she had spoken twice and touched him softly on the shoulder that he seemed to hear her.
"You are very ill," she said. "Have you much pain?"
"No," he answered, heavily, without raising his head or opening his eyes.
"Have you been ill long?"
"Yes—no—I don't know;" and a long hollow cough followed.
"Would you not feel a little better if you tried to lie down? It must be very hard to sit up here," she said, gently.
"I would, but it's such a long way."
He raised his head again and looked with his heavy eyes across the three feet that separated him from his stretcher as a man might to a land of promise across an ocean.
Undine shook out the pillows and smoothed the blanket, and putting his hand on her shoulder helped him to reach it.
He did not thank her, but dropped down on it with a weary sigh. He had bonny light curls like page: 334 some one she had cared for long ago, and he had broken boots and stockings so old that the red flesh showed through. She hardly knew which drew her to him most, the curls or the boots, for there is something achingly pitiable in broken boots.
When a man who has called himself a gentleman falls to that, he can fall no lower.


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Longing for the Temple Worship.
To the Chief Musician; set to a [a]Philistine lute. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
84 How lovely are Your dwelling places,
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Despite her estranged husband's betrayal, Elizabeth Edwards wants her children to look on former presidential candidate John Edwards not as a cheating spouse, but a loving father.
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"I have three living children for whom this is a father whom I want them to love, on whom they're going to have to rely, perhaps, if my disease takes a bad turn. It's really important to me that they see him in a positive light," Elizabeth Edwards told TODAY's Matt Lauer in an emotional interview Wednesday on TODAY.
Edwards, who is being treated for breast cancer, was being interviewed on television for the first time since John Edwards admitted the full extent of his infidelity in January.
Thinking of Sandra Bullock and the highly public disintegration of her marriage has helped Edwards come to peace with John Edwards' infidelities, she said.
Reclaiming herself
"I'm not just a cuckolded wife," Edwards told Lauer. "I think about Sandra Bullock — who I don't know at all — what an incredible year she's had. And yet, the stories you hear are not about all those great successes, but about the failure of her marriage. I thought, that's not who she is. I don't know her, but I assume she wants to reclaim who she is in the same way I want to reclaim who I am."
Edwards, 60, is in the process of getting a divorce from her husband of nearly 33 years after he acknowledged in January that he had an affair with Rielle Hunter, with whom he fathered a daughter, Frances, who was born in February 2008. Elizabeth Edwards was battling breast cancer while her husband was having the affair.
Elizabeth Edwards continues to live in North Carolina, the state her husband represented in the Senate. She is caring for her son, Jack, born in 2000, and daughter, Emma Claire, born in 1998. Another daughter, Cate, is 28. Edwards told Lauer she refuses to allow herself to think about the possibility of not surviving long enough to see them grow up.
"I don't let my head go to that place," she said. "You just have to keep what you want in view always. If I start thinking about, 'Well, what if it's not?' I think there might be a panic, because you think you're getting close to the end. I want to live at a normal cadence with my children."
It was hard at first, she admitted, to be without the partner she'd leaned on for more than three decades.
"I've been married to John for nearly 33 years, been with him longer than that, and every time something monumental has happened in my life, particularly the bad things, I've had him to lean on, and that was no longer going to be the case," Edwards said. "I can't go back to leaning on my parents. My father has died, my mother is not in a position to be leaned upon, and so I was going to be on my own in a way that I maybe haven't ever really been. And that was pretty terrifying, particularly faced with a disease and young children and a fairly uncertain future."
'A marvelous man'
Last year, Elizabeth Edwards told Lauer on TODAY: "Despite this big, horrible thing that happened, I still look back and think I married a marvelous man."
In Wednesday's interview, Lauer asked Edwards whether she still feels that way.
"I think I did marry a marvelous man," she replied. "I think he changed over time. I think it was sort of hard for me to see it or admit it for a very long time. But he changed. Maybe we all change over time. And he's no longer the person who I married. I still admire an enormous number of things about him. The things he cares about are things I think are important."
Lauer asked what questions she's asked herself about the last years of her marriage, when she thought everything was fine and her husband was cheating on her.
"Did I waste my time in these years? Have I thrown this part of my life away, in a sense?" Elizabeth Edwards asked rhetorically. "And I decided that I didn't, that maybe I didn't get the same things out of it I expected to, or that I thought I was at the time. But when I look back, there's really lots of blessings that I've had. I've had the opportunity to have these great children. I've had wonderful friends. I've had experiences that really couldn't be replaced, and opportunities to talk about things that mattered to me."
She said she and John are coping with co-parenting.
"I think it's going pretty well. He was the assistant coach of an all-star softball team and I'd go to the games and cheer and then he comes and asks me some question about substituting, so we're still working pretty evenly with respect to the children," Edwards said.
When lives are 'savaged'
In addition to Jack, Emma Claire and Cate, John and Elizabeth Edwards also had a son, Wade, who was killed as a teenager in a car accident in 1996.
Cate opens up about the demise of her parents' marriage in this week's edition of People magazine. "There are the things she taught without words," Cate writes about her mother in an essay. Such as, "how to continue to live your life on your own terms when it somehow becomes savaged by people you never invited into it."
Cate also acknowledges to People how concerned she is about her mother's cancer, which has gotten worse. Tumors have spread to her legs, spine and skull. "She likes to downplay everything, but of course, I worry about her," Cate says.
"It's less frightening than you think," Elizabeth Edwards tells People. "It can't migrate to your brain."
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April 30: She didn't break up John Edwards' marriage, ex-presidential candidate's mistress says.
- Hunter: I didn't wreck Edwards' marriage
- Oprah talks to Hunter
'Disgusted' by Hunter photos
March 18: Friends describe Elizabeth Edwards' reaction to photos of her husband's mistress in GQ.
- Hunter called 'delusional' about Edwards
- 'Disgusted' by Hunter photos
Edwards admits fathering child
Jan. 21: Ex-presidential candidate acknowledges 2-year-old daughter born out of wedlock.
- Edwards' ex-aide rejects big offers for sex tape
- Edwards admits fathering child
When John Edwards' affair became public, Hunter did a media tour, including a stop on "The Oprah Winfrey Show" and a come-hither photo spread in GQ.
Lauer asked Edwards whether she watched Hunter's Oprah appearance.
"At first, I didn't watch it. And then I thought, 'Well, that's silly,' " she told Lauer. "I didn't watch the whole thing. But I did watch some of it. I still think this person is so completely unlike me that it's hard to imagine the same person could marry me and be attracted to that woman as well."
Edwards ended her TODAY interview with one wish for the future.
"I hope the next time I am on television, it's to talk about some policy I really care about," she said.
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Pros: Alas! A basshead's IEM, brought justice!
Cons: Yet another Frankenstein-esque design, which I can live with, but can't say I prefer to.
Disclaimer #1: In my experience, I've come to discover that the term basshead is tossed around very loosely, and (more often than not) carries a negative connotation, when that need not be the case. Where I'm concerned, such terms must be put into context. As I've used it here, the term basshead merely implies a listener who admires (and/or maybe even prefers) a moderate to heavy bass lift. That, of course, says absolutely nothing about the quality of bass, as some of us are far more concerned with quality than others. I believe it's no mystery then, when I've made it clear that the FXZ200 is, in my honest opinion, a basshead's IEM done right!
Disclaimer #2: While this is hardly a review, think of it as merely a collection of my personal, preliminary thoughts behind JVC's newly released HA-FXZ200, which I acquired via Amazon.jp, with the help of Tenso's forwarding service. After nearly 30 hours of use, my impression is as follows:
1) Compared to the sound of the FXZ200 straight out of the box, versus 30 hours in, and testing them under the EXACT same conditions (same source, same AMP/DAC, and same track), is there an appreciable change/improvement in their sound?
Yes, there is an appreciable change. But, the key word here is appreciable. IMHO, the thread is plagued with confusion, with some listeners questioning whether or not these are basshead IEM's (was there ever any doubt?), while others still claiming that the bass isn't overemphasized (), etc. Personally speaking, I can't imagine for the FXZ200 to be characterized as anything OTHER THAN a basshead's IEM, and to claim otherwise is, in my opinion, misleading to the reader(s) or prospective buyer(s) out there. In any case, I'll say this much. While the low end does seem to convey more control and sound less obtrusive overall, said change/improvement is heavily exaggerated, and hardly day and night, at least up until the 30 hour mark. The latter claims I'd have to attribute to brain burn-in, where the listener is merely becoming more and more acclimated to the FXZ200's sound signature.
2) Would I recommend the FXZ200?
Yes and no. Why yes? I've said it before, and I'll say it time and time again; the FXZ200 is the epitome of a basshead's IEM, brought justice & done right! Why no? Because I don't think the FXZ200 is nearly as versatile as, say, the e-Q5, EX600, PFE1xx, GR07 MK II (among others). Sure, the FXZ200 does cater to the audiophile, but most importantly, it caters to the basshead, in the audiophile, and that's my true one statement summary of the FXZ200. So, for those listeners wanting the best damn basshead IEM around, the FXZ200 will be welcomed with open arms. In fact, with the right track, the FXZ200 has a tendancy to bring out the closet basshead in us all. It's no jack-of-all-trades, but it IS the best bass-heavy IEM I've owned, to date. Yes, even above the MG7, FX700, and Miles Davis Trumpet & Tribute (all of which I've previously owned).
3) The big question; is the FXZ200 worth it?
That's entirely relative, of course. For me, since I was merely in search of a bass-heavy alternative to my GR07 MK II and FI-BA-SS, I'd have to say yes. On the other hand, if I was in search of a versatile IEM, capable of handling any genre, the FXZ200 would fall short of my list of recommendations. But, to someone who primarily listen to genres where a bass-heavy sound signature is desired, the FXZ200 is simply high and above the competition.
Furthermore, I hope my good friend james444 doesn't mind me sharing the following, which I'll quote below, directly from a PM james and I exchanged recently. When I came across james' review of Sennheiser's newly announced IE800, I couldn't help but think that his description of the IE800 was almost word for word, perfectly befitting of the FXZ200. And I quote:
The above statements, which I've shown in red and bold, are WORD FOR WORD, EXACTLY how I'd describe the FXZ200. With the exception of whatever isn't in bold, it's almost as though james' was describing the FXZ200's.
It'll be interesting to see comparisons between the two within the coming weeks/months. Meanwhile, I'll update my FXZ200 impressions as is necessary, and where appropriate. Feel free to PM me with any questions. Oh, and Happy New year guys and gals!
Lastly, a word from JVC, with regard to the drivers and technology implemented in the FXZ200 (translated to English). (Click to show)
HA-FXZ200/100 using a newly developed "LIVE BEAT" system, designed to take into account the strong low-frequency and high-resolution high-frequency. The system consists of a woofer and two treble unit.
Woofer diameter of 8.8mm, diaphragm carbon fiber material, the unit uses a Kelton-type speaker design, closed with a metal shell constructed acoustic space, through the draft tube specially designed to attenuate the audio above 100Hz, which lead to a more realistic, pure low frequencies.
In the high frequency part consists of two parallel arrangement of 5.8mm diameter neodymium magnet driver unit responsible for the above unit "carbon nanotubes" diaphragm following unit uses a carbon fiber diaphragm material, in order to obtain higher resolution in the high-frequency.
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The redevelopment this year of The Model Arts and Niland Gallery in Sligo presents an opportunity for the National Gallery of Ireland in Dublin to exhibit a selection of works by Jack B. Yeats from the wonderful Niland Collection.
Included in the display are eleven paintings by Yeats, among them two early masterpieces in oil depicting scenes of the Civil War, 'The Funeral of Harry Boland' (1922), and 'Communicating with Prisoners' (c.1924), as well as later works such as 'Leaving the Far Point' (1946) which the artist presented to Sligo Corporation shortly before his death. There are also paintings echoing the artist's love of the sea in 'Sailor Home from the Sea', (1912) and 'The Sea and the Lighthouse' (1947), alongside 'Singing The Minstrel Boy' (1923); 'A Western Town, Night' (1925); 'White Shower' (1928); 'The Graveyard Wall' (1945), and 'Mountain Window', (1946).
Raymond Keaveney, Director of the National Gallery of Ireland, thanked Sligo County Council for generously lending the works: "Having this special group of Jack B.Yeats paintings on loan from The Niland Collection is a fitting tribute to the artist, who was brought up in Sligo and always retained fond memories and strong emotional ties with this part of the country ", he added.
"We are delighted to bring this outstanding collection of Jack B. Yeats paintings from Sligo to Dublin so that new audiences can enjoy these exceptionally important works," says Sarah Glennie, Director, The Model Arts and Niland Gallery.
Curated by Dr. Róisín Kennedy (NGI Fellowship Scholar), the exhibition is presented in collaboration with The Model Arts and Niland Gallery. It opens in the Gallery's Yeats Museum on March 8th and continues until November 30th, 2008. Admission is free.
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Medprep Consulting Inc. Announces Voluntary Nationwide Recall Of All Lots Of All Compounded Products Due To Potential Mold Contamination
Angelo J. Cifaldi, Esq., R.Ph.
Satish V. Poondi, Esq., R.Ph.
Counsel for Med Prep Consulting Inc.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE – March 17, 2013 – Tinton Falls, NJ., Med Prep Consulting, Inc. is voluntarily recalling all lots of all products compounded at its facility. The level of recall is to the user, that is, regional hospital pharmacies and related departments, and physician's office practices. The recall resulted from the pharmacy being notified by a Connecticut hospital, that it observed visible particulate contaminants in 50 ml bags of MAGNESIUM SULFATE 2GM IN DEXTROSE 5% IN WATER, 50ML FOR INJECTION intravenous solution confirmed to be mold. These were unique and distinct lots compounded and dispensed by the pharmacy to the Connecticut hospital. At this time a total of five (5) contaminated bags were discovered. In an abundance of caution, the pharmacy included all compounded products in the voluntary recall due to lack of sterility assurance.
Administration of an intravenous product found to be contaminated with mold, could result in a fatal infection in a broad array of patients. To date, no injuries or illnesses have been reported.
The products are used for a wide range of therapeutic uses for hospitalized inpatients and outpatients, and, patients directly treated by a health care professional at a physician's office practice facility or clinic. None of these products are dispensed directly to patients from retail pharmacies or to home care patients for either self-administration or nursing administration. All products are packaged in plastic infusion bags, plastic infusion devices, plastic syringes and glass vials. Products packaged in plastic infusion bags, plastic infusion devices, plastic syringes and glass vials were distributed directly to regional hospital pharmacies located in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, and Delaware. Products packaged in plastic syringes only, were distributed nationwide to physician's office practice facilities and clinics. All of these products were distributed to the described users through March 13, 2013, from Tinton Falls, New Jersey to both regional and nationwide locations.
Included in the recall are the following product list:
- Acetylcystiene vials
- Adenosine Bags
- Alteplase syringe
- Atropine syringe
- Avastin syringe
- Aztreonam syringe
- Bacitracin vials
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- Darboepoetin (Aranesp) syringe
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- Dobutamine syringe
- Ephedrine syringes
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All facilities that received any product compounded by Med Prep Consulting, Inc. have been notified by telephone fax, electronic mail and regular mail of the recall and have been instructed to remove and return the product to the pharmacy. Facilities with questions may contact the company at 732-493-3390, Monday through Friday, between 10:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m. EST.
Product complaints related to this recall should be reported to 732-493-3390, Monday through Friday, between 10:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m. EST.
Adverse events that may be related to the use of these products may be reported to FDA's MedWatch Adverse Event Reporting Program either online, by regular mail or by fax:
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|For Immediate Release
August 6, 2004
|Bob Biersack
Ian Stirton
George Smaragdis
Kelly Huff
WASHINGTON ? Party fundraising in 2004 has maintained the strong pace begun in 2003. The most recent reports filed with the Federal Election Commission (FEC) by national, state, and local committees of the two major parties show that the Republican committees raised $464.7 million between January 1, 2003 and June 30, 2004 , in federally permissible ?hard money? while the Democratic committees raised $278.2 million. These represented increases of 64% for Republicans and 112% for Democratic committees when compared with the ?hard money? totals for the same period in 2002. They are 96% and 113% greater respectively than the last presidential campaign in 2000.
The 2004 election cycle is the first in which national parties have been prohibited from receiving ?soft money? as a result of implementation of the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act of 2002 (BCRA). The following table shows ?hard money? fundraising through June of this cycle compared with both hard and soft money receipts from the same period in previous cycles.
*Hard money totals only for State/Local parties in 2000 and 2002
Contributions from individuals continues to be the largest source of funds for all party committees, representing more than 78% of all Democratic party funds and more than 93% of Republican party receipts. While BCRA eliminated soft money for national committees, contribution limits for individuals were increased from $20,000 per person to $25,000 per person per year. The two national committees have relied more heavily on these maximum hard money contributions in 2004. The DNC has thus far received 18% of its individual contributions in $25,000 increments compared with 20% for the RNC. At the same point in 2000, the DNC had received 10% of its individual contributions in increments of $20,000 each (the limit at the time) while the RNC received 6% of its contributions in maximum contribution amounts.
Tables in this release include financial overviews for national and state/local committees of the two major parties for the 18 month period. Transfers from national to state parties are listed by state, as are national party proceeds from joint fundraising committees and transfers from candidate committees to the national Senatorial and Congressional committees.
BCRA also included a provision permitting state and local parties to receive some limited funds raised under federal and state law for purposes that would indirectly affect federal elections such as get-out-the-vote activities. Thus far, 14 party committees have reported raising $1.5 million in these ?Levin funds.? They have reported spending $235,102 in Levin funds.
Democratic Party Committee Financial Activity Through June of the Election Year [EXCEL] [PDF]
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"Do any of you guys besides /Paul and me judge Master tests?
I ask because with a 60 dog Master, a couple of 150 yard marks and/or Blinds is definitely going to affect the time management aspect of the test. Well placed marks and blinds under 100 yards will answer all the questions you should be asking as a Hunt Test judge. Quality always trumps distance, in my experience. I don't want to dumb down the final series because we chewed up too much time in the first two.-Paul "
I judge Master and fully understand the time management issue. If one of those "long" marks or blinds is needed for some reason, they are always placed in the last series where there are fewer players, or some other element is removed for time management. I try to be VERY efficient in the first 2 series so that the last series can include whatever mark/blind is needed.
But like others have said, there is much more to a mark/blind than pure distance if you have good grounds to work with.


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Hello, I have trolled the threads on here for a bit, but this is my first post. I have a dog that I am training myself mostly for personal hunting but have plans to run UKC then AKC hunt tests. She is on the verge of running seasoned tests and I recently broke down and purchased a son of a gun winger and tritronics pro control. I have a friend that is going to lend me a box launcher and was hoping to run it of my 1-controler until I could purchase another set new or used. My question-has anyone used a cable longer than 15 ft and if so what type of cable was it? Thanks in advance for any advice.
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Lectures set on role of failure in success, Dec. 7-9
Posted December 2, 2004; 03:13 p.m.
The role of human error and failure in engineering design will be the topic of a series of lectures at 8 p.m. Tuesday through Thursday, Dec. 7-9, in McCosh 50.
Henry Petroski, the A.S. Vesic Professor of Civil Engineering and professor of history at Duke University, will speak on "The Design of Everything: From Success to Failure" as part of the University's Public Lectures Series .
Petroski is the author of "To Engineer Is Human: The Role of Failure in Successful Design" (1985), which was the basis of a BBC television documentary that aired on PBS. He maintains that failure, real and perceived, drives invention and the evolution of technology.
Using examples from Band-Aids to bridges, the three lectures will illustrate the predictive value of this theory of design and the role of even minor failures in determining the development of large-scale technologies.
Petroski's talks are designated as the Louis Clark Vanuxem Lectures and will be available for online viewing a week afterward.
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Here at lorry HQ we're still heady from the content strategy event we co-sponsored last week with eBay. This was a lively, insightful, learning-packed two days, with the likes of MSN, Mozilla, Jamie Oliver (the brand, not the man) Ogilvy and PayPal – not to mention content strategy big hitters like Kristina Halvorson and Rahel Baillie – all sharing advice, adventures and anticipations of what's to come with a very appreciative roomful of participants. It was a buzzy two days, with many an honest, earnest discussion of how to make a content strategy work across a business – and why this is challenging, yet essential.
Content strategy is very much a growing discipline. Actually, having a strategy in place for various and varied content produced by organisations is as old as magazine publishing. But the ease and speed of online communications has led to a 'relaxing' of the discipline of making sure information is always timely, appropriate and accurate. This is especially noticeable online, when websites can become a bit of a dumping ground for all sorts of information – marketing, product, operational, legal – without the tone and message being consistent or the content even staying up to date, particularly in the 'depths' of a site.
Enter the content strategist, who does their dead-level best to plan for and manage the rationalisation, creation and maintenance of company communications – often offline as well as on. The organisational skills and emotional intelligence necessary to make this work across a business mean it's a highly skilled, often challenging role.
But as last week's conference made abundantly clear, it's no longer just a nice-to-have if you want your communications to deliver a consistent, convincing brand experience. If this is the first you've really thought about having a strategy behind your company communications, I'd bet it won't be the last.
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As straight and angular as the London 2012 font by Alias was, as soft and round is the new custom typeface designed exlusively by Dalton Maag for the upcoming Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil in 2016. One of only a few bespoke fonts created by a Brazilian team, the Rio 2016™ font depicts […]Read more
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Ok, the other day I saw the new LEGO Jedi Starfighter with the Mini Obi-Wan figure. I don't like it that much. I think it's the hair piece that the minifig has. EPI Obi-Wan looked pretty good, but the new EPII Obi just looks funny.
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