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October 25, 1969
Boston, MA US
Boston Garden
includes: Good Times Bad Times (intro) ~ Communication Breakdown, I Can't Quit You Baby, Heartbreaker, Dazed and Confused, You Shook Me, White Summer / Black Mountainside, Moby Dick, How Many More Times (medley incl. Lemon Song, Kansas City).
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Press Review: "Naragansett's "Tribal Love-Rock Festival" of the twenty fifth attracted a typical Boston Tea Party crowd, with a hardly subtle difference in order of magnitude. The Led Zeppelin propelled itself onto the Boston Garden stage to confront sixteen housand colourfully-attired high school and college aboriginals - a total of thirty-two thousand dilated pupils, all eagerly trained upon the massive loth-fronted bank of amplifiers that was 'to produce the capper of an evening of northern-fried schmaltz rock and mini-riots.
They sped rather rapidly through their early material in group effort, combining "Communication Breakdown" and "Good Times, Bad Times" into a medley. At this point, group feeling began to flag, and the spotlight turned mainly to Page, although towards the end of the performance Plant (lead vocal) began to play vocal catch with Page's riffs.
The Zeppelin performance really had two climaxes, one of them faultless. The first was Page's rendition of "White Summer", a very lengthy medley of both Zeppelin and (Johnny) Winters-like patterns, connected at times rather faultily with semi-classical phrases.
The second climax was the well-deserved solo of Zeppelin drummer John Bonham, who contrived to enrapture the audience with rythm while entirely avoiding any imitation of Baker's "Toad", which is no small feat of willpower." - G.Berk, October 1969
The first Gansett Tribal Rock Festival. It's not too hard to read the minds of the promotion men who plan something like this. First, get big name acts, book them in the biggest place you can find (to hell with any thoughts of acoustics), hype it up to sound like The Second Coming, charge the highest prices for lousy seats and then make it all just long enough so that the kiddies don't think they've been robbed. Saturday night, when 16,000 were packing themselves into every corner of Boston Garden, it looked as though the plan had worked, What the promo men didn't consider, however, is that sometimes a show can be so good that a person can shell out $4.50 for a seat in the rafters and still know that he got a bargain.
The MCS were surprisingly good. Supposedly a very angry bunch, they gave an opposite impression by getting right into the old Dovells' hit You Can't Sit Down. The lead singer was dressed in Elvis Presley black with white shoes and was jumping all over the stage like an old rock 'n' roll star. The guitarists went into splits and bends and the whole thing was like heavy Mitch Ryder. Though plagued by bad acoustics, they were very tight and were visibly happy with themselves at the end of their set.
Half an hour wait while they fix some microphones. Clapping and foot-stomping. Bobby Mitchell, everybody's favorite screaming d.j. from WRKO comes out to calm the mob. Nice try. Sounds as bad live as he does on radio. Finally they say it's okay and the place goes wild as Johnny Winter comes on. He's great to watch, crouching low, slowly taking long stalking steps all over the stage like a great albino Indian, all the while pouring out fantastic blues. However, in the middle of an old BB King number, a fight broke out in the rear of the Garden that distracted the audience long enough so that they missed Winter at his best. Besides this, he was only given a half hour ("special star attraction"). He was all set to do an encore but someone else had the last word and he was hustled off, treated like a mere warm-up act.
After a long intermission, Led Zeppelin took the stage and for the next two hours just took the place apart. They've always liked Boston; the people here have been particularly appreciative of them and in return the group has been at their best when appearing here.
Of course the focal point of the band is their great guitarist, Jimmy Page, whose speed and versatility are beyond description. At one point the rest of the group left the stage and he launched into a ten-minute piece called White Summer. It encompassed a whole gamut of raga, blues and flamenco, played with the precision of a master guitarist; it was definitely the highlight of the evening.
At the end of the set, the audience was completely drained but on its feet screaming for more. And through it all you could hear the people in the last rows of the balcony talking about $4.50 tickets and laughing out loud. [By: B. Longden | Oct. 28, 1969]
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Boston Garden - October 25, 1969
I've told and retold a countless number of times stories of this concert. I was 12 years old - my first concert (my second concert was the Doors - same venue) - and what a concert it was. I was second row, center - courtesy of a friend of the family's. Of course, the concert was made even better by the shear amount of smoke in the Garden. It shaped my musical tastes for the rest of my life. I'm still a huge fan and so are my children - and I'm 52 years old this year. My kids are 19, 20 and 25 - they know pretty much all of Led Zep's music - you can still hear it being played in my house - So, all of these years later - are they going to tour again???? Please, say yes!


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THE south‐easterly wind came fresh across the bay from the crested range of the Monte Sant' Angelo. The blossoms of the Judas‐trees, breaking from the smooth grey stems and branches—on which they perch so quaintly—fell in a red‐mauve shower upon the slabs of the marble pavement, upon the mimic waves of the fountain basin, and upon the clustering curls, and truncated shoulders, of the bust of Homer standing in the shade of the grove of cypress and ilex which sheltered the square, high‐lying hill‐garden, at this hour of the morning, from the fierceness of the sun. They floated as far even as the semicircular steps of the pavilion on the extreme right—the leaded dome of which showed dark and livid on the one side, white and glistering on the other, against the immense and radiant panorama of mountain, sea, and sky.
The garden, its fountains, neatly clipped shrubs, and formal paved alleys, was backed by a large villa of the square, flat‐roofed order common to southern Italy. The record of its age had recently suffered modification by application of a coat of stucco, of a colour intermediate between faint lemon‐yellow and pearl‐grey, and by the renovation of the fine arabesques—Pompeian in character—decorating the narrow interspaces between its treble range of Venetian shutters. Otherwise the aspect of the Villa Vallorbes showed but small alteration since the year when, for a few socially historic weeks, the "glorious Lady Blessington," and her strangely assorted train, condescended to occupy it prior page: 377 to taking up their residence at the Palazzo Belvedere near by. The walls were sufficiently massive to withstand a siege. The windows of the ground floor, set in deeply‐hewn ashlar work, were cross‐barred as those of a prison. Above, the central windows and door of the entresol opened on to a terrace of black and white marble, from which, at either end, a wide, shallow‐stepped, curved stairway led down into the garden. The first floor consisted of a suite of noble rooms, each of whose lofty windows gave on to a balcony of wrought ironwork, very ornate in design. The topmost storey, immediately below the painted frieze of the parapet, coincided in height and in detail with the entresol.
The villa was superbly situated upon an advancing spur of hill; so that, looking down from its balconies, looking out from between the pale and slender columns of the pavilion, the whole city of Naples lay revealed below.—Naples, that bewildering union of modern commerce and classic association—its domes, its palms, its palaces, its crowded, hoarse‐shouting quays, its theatres and giant churches, its steep and filthy lanes black with shadow, its reeking markets, its broad, sun‐scorched piazzas, its glittering, blue waters, its fringing forest of tall masts, and innumerable, close‐packed hulls of ocean‐going ships! Naples, city of glaring contrasts—heaven of rascality, hell of horses, unrivalled all the western world over for natural beauty, for spiritual and moral grossness! Naples, breeding, teeming, laughing, fighting, festering, city of music, city of fever and death! Naples, at once abominable and enchanting—city to which, spite of noise, stenches, cruelty and squalor, those will return, of necessity, and return again, whose imagination has once been taken captive in the meshes of her many‐coloured net.
And among the captives of Naples, on the brilliant morning in question in the early spring of the year 1871, open‐eared and open‐eyed to its manifest and manifold incongruities, relishing alike the superficial beauty and underlying bestiality of it, was very certainly Helen de Vallorbes. Several years had elapsed since she had visited this fascinating locality; and she could congratulate herself upon conditions adapted to a more intimate and comprehensive acquaintance with its very various humours than she had ever enjoyed before. She had spent more than one winter here, it is true, immediately subsequent to her marriage. But she had then been required to associate exclusively with the members of her husband's family, and to fill a definite position in the aristocratic society of the place. The tone of that society was not a little lax. Yet, being notably page: 378 defective in the saving grace of humour—as to the feminine portion of it, at all events—its laxity proved sadly deficient in vital interest. The fair Neapolitans displayed as small intelligence in their intrigues as in their piety. In respect of both they remained ignorant, prejudiced, hopelessly conventional. Their noble ancestresses of the Renaissance understood and did these things better—so Helen reflected. She found herself both bored and irritated. She feared she had taken up her residence in southern Italy quite three centuries too late.
But all that was in the past—heaven be praised for it! Just now she was her own mistress, at liberty—thanks to the fortunes of war—to comport herself as she pleased and obey any caprice that took her. The position was ideal in its freedom, while the intrinsic value of it was enhanced by contrast with recent disagreeable experiences. For the alarms and deprivations of the siege of Paris were but lately over. She had come through them unscathed in health and fortune. Yet they had left their mark. During those months of all‐encompassing disappointment and disaster the eternal laughter—in which she trusted—had rung harshly sardonic, to the breaking down of self‐confidence, and light‐hearted, cynic philosophy. It scared her somewhat. It made her feel old. It chilled her with suspicion of the actuality of The Four Last Things—death and judgment, heaven and hell. The power of a merry scepticism waxed faint amid the scream of shells and long‐drawn, murderous crackle of the mitrailleuse. Helen, indeed, became actively superstitious, thereby falling low in her own self‐esteem. She took to frequenting churches, and spending long, still days with the nuns, her former teachers, within the convent of the Sacré Cœur. Circumstances so worked upon her that she made her submission, and was solemnly and duly received back into the fold of the Church. She confessed ardently, yet with certain politic reservations. The priest, after all, is but human. It is only charitable to be considerate of his feelings—so she argued—and avoid overburdening his conscience, poor dear man, by blackening your own reputation too violently! The practice of religion was a help—truly it was, since it served to pass the time. And then, who could tell but that it might not prove really useful hereafter, as, when all is said and done, those dread Four Last Things will present themselves to the mind in hours of depression with haunting pertinacity. It is clearly wise, then, to be on the safe side of Holy Church in these matters, accepting her own assertion that she is very certainly on the safe side of the Deity.
Yet, notwithstanding her pious exercises, Helen de Vallorbes page: 379 found existing circumstances excessively disturbing and disquieting. She was filled with an immense self‐pity. She feared her health was failing. She became nervously sensible of her eight‐and‐twenty years, telling herself that her youth and the glory of it had departed. She wore black dresses, rolled bandages, pulled lint. Selecting Mary Magdalene as her special intercessor, she made a careful study of the life and legends of that saint. This proved stimulating to her imagination. She proceeded to write a little one‐act drama concerning the holy woman's dealings, subsequent to her conversion, quite late in life in fact, with such as survived of her former lovers. The dialogue was very moving in parts. Helen read it aloud one bleak January evening, by the light of a single candle, to her friend M. Paul Destournelle, poet and novelist—with whom just then, by her own desire, her relations were severely platonic—and they both wept. The application, though delicate, was obvious. And those tears appeared to lay the dust of so many pleasant sins, and promise fertilisation of so heavy a crop of virtue, that—by inevitable action of the law of contraries—the two friends found it more than ever difficult to say farewell and part that night.
Now looking back on all that, viewing it calmly in perspective, her action and attitude struck Helen as somewhat imbecile. Prayer and penitence have too often a tendency to kick the beam when fear ceases to weight the balance. And so it followed that the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eye, and the pride of life, presented themselves to her as powers by no means contemptible, or unworthy of invocation, this morning, while she sat at the luxuriously furnished breakfast‐table beneath the glistering dome of the airy pavilion and gazed out between its slender columns, over the curving lines of the painted city and glittering waters of the bay, to the cone of Vesuvius rising, in imperial purple, against the azure sky. To‐day, sign, as she noted, of fine weather, omen, as she trusted, of good fortune, the smoke of its everlasting burnings towered up and up into the translucent atmosphere, and then drifted away—a gigantic, wedge‐shaped pennon—toward Capri and the open sea. And, beholding these things, out of simple, physical well‐being, fulness of bread, conviction of her own undiminished beauty, and the merry devilry begotten of these, she fell to projecting a second, a companion, one‐act drama founded upon the life of the Magdalene, but, this time, before the saint's conversion, at an altogether earlier stage of her very instructive history. And this drama she would not read to M. Destournelle—not a bit of it. In it he should have neither part nor lot. Registering which determination, she shook her page: 380 charming, honey‐coloured head, holding up both hands with a gesture of humorous and well‐defined repudiation.
For, in truth, the day of M. Destournelle appeared, just now, to be very effectually over. It had been reasonable enough to urge her natural fears in journeying through a war‐distracted land—although guarded by Charles, most discreet and resourceful of English men‐servants, and Zélie Forestier, most capable of French lady's‐maids—as excuse for Paul Destournelle joining her at a wayside station a short distance out of Paris and accompanying her south. À la guerre comme à la guerre. A beautiful woman can hardly be too careful of her person amid the many and primitive dangers which battle and invasion let loose. De Vallorbes himself—detestably jealous though he was—could hardly have objected to her thus securing effective protection, had he been acquainted with the fact. That he was not so acquainted was, of course, the veriest oversight. But, the frontier once reached—the better part of three weeks had elapsed in the reaching of it—and all danger of war and tumult past, both the necessity and, to be frank, the entertainment of M. Destournelle's presence became less convincing. Helen grew a trifle weary of his transports, his suspicions, his bel tête de Jesu souffrant, his insatiable literary and personal vanity. The charm, the excitement, of the situation, began to wear rather threadbare, while the practical inconveniences and restrictions it imposed increasingly disclosed themselves. A lover, as Helen reflected, provided you see enough of him, offers but small improvement upon a husband. He is liable to become possessive and didactic, after the manner of the natural man. He is liable to forget that the relation is permitted, not legalised; that it exists on sufferance merely, and is therefore terminable at the will of either party. The last days of that same southern journey had been marked by misunderstandings and subsequent reconciliations, in an ascending scale of acrimony and fervour on the part of her companion. In Helen's case familiarity tended very rapidly to breed contempt. She ceased to be in the least amused by these recurring agitations. At Pisa, after a scene of a particularly excited nature, she lost all patience, frankly told her admirer that she found him not a little ridiculous, and requested him to remove himself, his grievances, and his bel tête de Jesu elsewhere. M. Destournelle took refuge in nerves, threats of morphia, and his bed‐chamber,—in the chaste seclusion of which apartment Helen left him, unvisited and unconsoled, while, attended by her servants, she gaily resumed her journey.page: 381
An adorable sense of independence possessed her, of the charm of her own society, of the absence of all external compelling or directing of her movements—no circumscription of her liberty possible—the world before her where to choose! Not only were privations, dismal hauntings of siege and slaughter, left behind, and M. Destournelle, just now most wearisome of lovers, left behind also, but de Vallorbes himself had, for the time being, become a permissibly negligible quantity. The news of more fighting, more bloodshed, had just reached her, though the German armies were marching back to the now wholly German Rhine. For upon unhappy Paris had come an hour of deeper humiliation than any which could be procured by the action of foreign foes. She was a kingdom divided against herself, a mother scandalously torn by her own children. News had reached Helen too, news special and highly commendatory, of her husband, Angelo Luigi Francesco. Early in that eventful struggle he had enlisted in the Garde Mobile, all the manhood and honest sentiment resident in him stirred into fruitful activity by the shame and peril of his adopted country. Now Helen learned he had distinguished himself in the holding of Chatillon against the insurgents, had been complimented by MacMahon upon his endurance and resource, had been offered, and had accepted, a commission in the regular army. Promotion was rapid during the later months of the war, and probability pointed to the young man having started on a serious military career.
"Well, let him both start and continue," Helen commented. "I am the last person to be otherwise than delighted thereat. Just in proportion as he is occupied he ceases to be inconvenient. If he succeeds—good. If he is shot—good likewise. For him laurels and a hero's tomb. For me crape and permanent emancipation. An agreeably romantic conclusion to a profoundly unromantic marriage—fresh proof, were such needed, of the truth of the immortal Dr. Pangloss saying, that 'all is for the best in this best of all possible worlds!'"
In such happy frame of mind did Madame de Vallorbes continue during her visit to Florence and upon her onward way to Perugia. But there self‐admiration ceased to be all‐sufficient for her. She needed to read confirmation of that admiration in other eyes. And the grey Etruscan city, uplifted on its star‐shaped hill, offered her a somewhat grim reception. Piercing winds swept across the Tiber valley from the still snow‐clad Apennines above Assisi. The austere, dark‐walled, lombard‐gothic churches and palaces showed forbidding, merciless almost, through the page: 382 driving wet. Even in fair summer weather suspicion of ancient and implacable terror lurks in the shadow of those cyclopean gateways, and stalks over the unyielding, rock‐hewn pavements of those solemn, mediæval streets. There was an incalculable element in Perugia which raised a certain anger in Helen. The place seemed to defy her and make light of her pretensions. As during the siege of Paris, so now, echoes of the eternal laughter saluted her ears, ironic in tone.
Nor was the society offered by the residents in the hotel, weather‐bound like herself, of a specially enlivening description. It was composed almost exclusively of middle‐aged English and American ladies—widows and spinsters—of blameless morals and anxiously active intelligence. They wrapped their lean forms in woollen shawls and ill‐cut jackets. They pervaded salon and corridors guide‐book in hand. They discoursed of Umbrian antiquities, Etruscan tombs, frescoes and architecture. Having but little life in themselves, they tried, rather vainly, to warm both hands at the fire of the life of the past. Among them, Helen, in her vigorous and self‐secure, though fine‐drawn, beauty, was about as much at home as a young panther in a hen‐roost. They admired, they vaguely feared, they greatly wondered at her. Had one of those glorious young gallants, Baglioni or Oddi, clothed in scarlet, winged, helmeted, sword on thigh, as Perugino has painted them on the walls of the Sala del Cambio—very strangest union of sensuous worldliness and radiant, arch‐angelic grace—had one of these magnificent gentlemen ruffled into the hotel parlour, he could hardly have startled the eyes, and perplexed the understanding, of the virtuous and learned Anglo‐Saxon and Transatlantic feminine beings there assembled more than did Madame de Vallorbes.
For all such sexless creatures, for the great company of women in whose outlook man plays no immediate or active part, Helen had, in truth, small respect. They appeared to her so absurdly inadequate, so contemptibly divorced from the primary interests of existence. More than once, in a spirit of mischievous malice, she was tempted to bid the good ladies lay aside their Baedekers and Murrays, and increase their knowledge of the Italian character and language by study of the Novelle of Bandello, or of certain merry tales to be found in the pages of the Decameron. She had copies of both works in her travelling‐bag. She was prepared, moreover, to illustrate such ancient saws by modern instances, for the truth of which last she could quite honestly vouch. But on second thoughts she spared her victims. The quarry was not worth the chase. What self‐ page: 383 respecting panther can, after all, go a‐hunting in a hen‐roost? So from the neighbourhood of their unlovely clothes, questioning glances, and under‐vitalised pursuit of art and literature, she removed herself to her sitting‐room upstairs. Charles should serve her meals there in future; for to sit at table with these neuters, clothed in amorphous garments, came near upsetting her digestion.
Meanwhile, as she watched the rain streaming down the panes of the big windows, watched thin‐legged, heavily‐cloaked figures tacking, wind‐buffeted, across the grey‐black street into the shelter of some cavernous port cochère, it must be owned her spirits went very sensibly down into her boots. Even the presence of the despised and repudiated Destournelle would have been grateful to her. Remembrance of all the less successful episodes of her career assaulted her. And in that connection, of necessity, the thought of Brockhurst returned upon her. For neither the affair of her childhood—that of the little dancer with blush‐roses in her hat—or the other affair—of now nearly four years back—the intimate drama frustrated, within sight of its climax, by intervention of Lady Calmady—could be counted otherwise than as failures. It was strange how deep‐seated was her discontent under this head. As on Queen Mary's heart the word Calais, so on hers Brockhurst, she sometimes thought, might be found written when she was dead. In the last four years Richard had given her princely gifts. He had treated her with a fine, old‐world chivalry, as something sacred and apart. But he rarely sought her society. He seemed, rather carefully, to elude her pursuit. His name was not exactly a patent of discretion and rectitude in these days unfortunately. Still Helen found his care of her reputation—as far as association of her name with his own went—somewhat exaggerated. She could hardly believe him to be indifferent to her, and yet— Oh! the whole matter was unsatisfactory, abominably unsatisfactory—of a piece with the disquieting influences of this grim and fateful city, with the detestable weather evident there without!
And then, suddenly, an idea came to Helen de Vallorbes, causing the delicate colour to spring into her cheeks, and the light into her eyes, veiled by those fringed, semitransparent lids. For, some two years earlier, Richard Calmady had taken her husband's villa at Naples on lease, it offering, as he said, a convenient pied à terre to him while yachting along the adjacent coasts, up the Black Sea to Odessa, and eastward as far as Aden, and the Persian Gulf. The house, save for the actual fabric of it, had become rather dilapidated and ruinate. To page: 384 de Vallorbes it appeared clearly advantageous to get the property off his hands, and touch a considerable yearly sum, rather than have his pocket drained by outgoings on a place in which he no longer cared to live. So the Villa Vallorbes passed for the time being into Richard Calmady's possession. It pleased his fancy. Helen heard he had restored and refurnished it at great expenditure of money and of taste.
These facts she recalled. And, recalling them, found both the actuality of rain‐blurred, wind‐scourged town without, and anger‐begetting memories of Brockhurst within, fade before a seductive vision of sun‐bathed Naples and of that nobly placed and painted villa, in which—as it seemed to her—was just now resident promise of high entertainment, the objective delight of abnormal circumstance, the subjective delight of long‐cherished revenge. All the rapture of her existing freedom came back on her; while her brain, fertile in forecast of adventure, projected scenes and situations not unworthy of the pen of Boccaccio himself. Fired by such thoughts, she moved from the window, stood before a tall glass at right angles to it and contemplated her own fair reflection long and intimately. An absorbing interest in the general effect, and in the details, of her person possessed her. She moved to and fro observing the grace of her carriage, the set of her hips, the slenderness of her waist. She unfastened her soft, trailing tea‐gown, throwing the loose bodice of it back, critically examining her bare neck, the swell of her beautiful bosom, the firm contours of her arms from shoulder to elbow. Her skin was of a clear, golden whiteness, smooth, fine in texture, as that of a child. Placing her hands on the gilded frame of the mirror, high up on either side, she observed her face, exquisitely healthful in colour, even as seen in this mournful, afternoon light. She leaned forward, gazing intently into her own eyes—meeting in them, as Narcissus in the surface of the fatal pool, the radiant image of herself. And this filled her with a certain intoxication, a voluptuous self‐love, a profound persuasion of the power and completeness of her own beauty. She caressed her own neck, her own lips, with lingering finger‐tips. She bent her bright head and kissed the swell of her cuplike breasts. Never had she received so entire assurance of the magic of her own personality.
"It is all—all, as perfect as ever!" she exclaimed exultantly. "And while it remains perfect, it should be made use of."
Helen waved her hand, smiling, to the smiling image in the mirror.
"You and I together—your beauty and my brains—I pit page: 385 the pair of us against all mankind! Together we have worked pretty little miracles before now, causing the proud to lay aside their pride and the godly their virtue. A man of strange passions shall hardly escape us—nor shall the mother that bare him escape either."
Her face hardened, her laughing eyes paled to the colour of fine steel. She lifted the soft‐curling hair from off her right temple, disclosing a small, crescent‐shaped scar.
"That is the one blemish, and we will exact the price of it‐you and I—to the ultimate sous."
Then she moved away, smitten by sudden amusement at her own attitude, which she perceived risked being slightly ridiculous. Heroics were, to her thinking, unsuitable articles for home consumption. Yet her purpose held none the less strongly and steadily because excitement lessened. She refastened her tea‐gown, tied the streaming azure ribbons of it, patted bows and laces into place, walked the length of the room a time or two to recover her composure, then rang the bell. And, on the arrival of Charles,—irreproachably correct in dress and demeanour, his clean‐shaven, sharp‐featured, rakish countenance controlled to praiseworthy nullity of expression,—she said:—
"The weather is abominable."
The man‐servant set down the tray on a little table before her, turned out the corners of the napkin, deftly arranged the tea‐things.
"It is a little dull, my lady."
"How is the glass?"
"Falling steadily, my lady."
"I cannot remain here."
"No, my lady?"
"Find out about the trains south—to Naples."
"Yes, my lady. We can join the Roman express at Chiusi. When does your ladyship wish to start?"
"I must telegraph first."
"Certainly, my lady."
Charles produced telegraph forms. It was Helen's boast that, upon request, the man could produce any known object from a packet of pins to a white elephant, or fully manned battleship. She had a lively regard for her servant's ability. So had he, it may be added, for that of his mistress. The telegram was written and despatched. But the reply took four days in reaching Madame de Vallorbes, and during those days it rained incessantly. The said reply came in the form of a letter. Sir Richard Calmady was at Constantinople, so the writer page: 386 —Bates, his steward—had reason to believe. But it was probable he would return to Naples shortly. Meanwhile he—the steward—had permanent orders to the effect that the villa was at Madame de Vallorbes' disposition should she at any time express the wish to visit it. She would find everything prepared for her reception. This information caused Helen singular satisfaction. It was very charming, very courteous, of Richard thus to remember her. She set forth from Perugia full of ingenious purpose, deliciously light of heart.
Thus did it come about that, on the afore‐mentioned gay, spring morning, Madame de Vallorbes breakfasted beneath the glistering dome of the airy pavilion, all Naples outstretched before her, while the blossoms of the Judas‐trees fell in a red‐mauve shower upon the slabs of the marble pavement, and the mimic waves of the fountain basin, and upon the clustered curls and truncated shoulders of the bust of Homer stationed within the soft gloom of the ilex and cypress grove. She had arrived the previous evening, and had met with a dignified welcome from the numerous household. Her manner was gracious, kindly, captivating—she intended it to be all that. She slept well, rose in buoyant health and spirits, partook of a meal offering example of the most finished Italian cooking. Finish, in any department, appealed to Helen's artistic sense. Life was sweet—moreover it was supremely interesting! Her breakfast ended, rising from her place at table, she looked away to the purple cone of the great volcano and the uprising of the smoke of its everlasting burnings. The sight of this, magnificent, menacing, evidence of the anarchic might of the powers of nature, quickened the pagan instinct within her. She wanted to worship. And even in so doing, she became aware of a kindred something in herself—of an answering and anarchic energy, a certain menace to the conventional works and ways, and fancied security, of groping, purblind man. The insolence of a great lady, the dangerously primitive instincts of a great courtesan, filled her with an enormous pride, a reckless self‐confidence.
Turning, she glanced back across the formal garden, bright with waxen camellias set in glossy foliage, with early roses, with hyacinths, lemon and orange blossom, towards the villa. Upon the black‐and‐white marble balustrade a man leaned his elbows. She could see his broad shoulders, his bare head. From his height she took him, at first, to be kneeling, as, motionless, he looked towards her and towards the splendid view. Then she perceived that he was not kneeling, but standing upright. She page: 387 understood, and a very vital sensation ran right through her, causing the queerest turn in her blood.
"Mercy of heaven!" she said to herself, "is it conceivable that now, at this time of day, I am capable of the egregious folly of losing my head?"

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I remember being a wee little kid.
Everyone in the school was in the library sitting on the floor watching the black and white television.
Mr. Cronkite told us all that our beloved Astronauts had launched or landed or splashed down.
Every launch was an event, not like today. And narrated to us by Walter. He was the news to watch.


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Enhanced Magnetic Model (EMM2010)
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The Earth's internal magnetic field is a superposition of the field generated by the geodynamo in the liquid outer core (main field) and the field of magnetized rocks in the crust and upper mantle. The main field dominates the long wavelengths, whereas the crustal field dominates at wavelengths smaller than 2500 km.
Geomagnetic field models are conveniently represented as spherical harmonic expansions of a scalar magnetic potential. Such a model can then be evaluated at any desired location to provide the magnetic field vector, its direction, and strength. The standard World Magnetic Model uses a spherical harmonic representation to degree and order 12, resolving the magnetic field at 3000 km wavelength. In contrast, the Enhanced Magnetic Model (EMM) extends to degree and order 720, resolving magnetic anomalies down to 56 km wavelength (see comparison in the figure). The higher resolution of the EMM results in significantly improved pointing accuracy.
The EMM model was compiled from satellite, marine, aeromagnetic and ground magnetic surveys (see our acknowledgement of data providers and collaborators).
Why is this important?
Many different applications utilize Earth's magnetic field,whether for navigation, resource evaluation, or research. The magnetic field experienced at or near the Earth's surface is a combination of the main magnetic field, the relatively static crustal magnetic field, and the rapidly time-varying external magnetic field (solar origin). The better we are able to define these fields, the more accurate the results.
Changes to the code
The Enhanced Magnetic Model is now expanded to years 2000 through 2015. To extend the model from 2010 back to 2000 the EMM's main field coefficients are replaced with the first 15 degrees of the Pomme 7 model.
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The NGDC-720 research model preceded the Enhanced Magnetic Model. The NGDC-720 will not be updated. The archived model and coefficients are provided for software evaluation and testing purposes.


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The text corresponds to material for two semester courses (Part I and Part II, respectively) and is essentially self-contained. Prerequisites for the first part are minimal amounts of linear algebra and calculus. For the second part, some knowledge of topology and measure theory is recommended. Each of the 11 chapters is followed by numerous exercises, with solutions given at the end of the book.
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I've been away for a while. I've been away from the Net for a while at that.
School is back in session and dealing with the sheer volume of work has been a task in and of itself. However, the weekend provided me with time for reflection and time to relax.
To begin my shock of coming back on to the Net after a few days, I am very happy to hear that Qt is now available under the GPL. While I am normally a GNOME user, I am currently testing out KDE under Debian. I will be happy to finally get KDE from "Official" sources. Ivan has done a wonderful job of keeping builds up to date.
Well, as a revisit to the Linux in Schools article a few days back, I have joined the SEUL/edu mailing list and have been discussing the possibility of starting a full blown student management/scheduling/attendace suite.
Most of my X programming has been done via GTK+/GNOME. With the size of this new project encompassing an entire school district, it will need cross-platform compatibility. This alone will complicate things alot. I have been looking, now that Qt is GPL, at building the application with it.
I am very impressed with the new KDE. That just shows how impressed that I am. It's quick. It's still a little quirky, but hey, it's a beta. It's very good for a beta.
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When limited to a color theme, it can be hard to throw a fresh, dynamic fete year after year. This year's Spoleto SCENE White Party proved that all you need is a little creativity, a rooftop venue, and a young, hot crowd.
You could hear the party before you could actually see it, and partygoers checked in on the street at 77 Wentworth before ascending up the elevator to this year's revamped White Party. Guests were greeted with a honeysuckle-infused vodka cocktail, which was very user friendly in a crowd of pristinely starched and painstakingly selected white garments, before being ushered out onto the rooftop.
The scenic views were only enhanced by the vibrantly hued sunset, and the crowd of young, hip professionals rubbed elbows and nibbled on bites from Hamby's Catering. Hamby's fully embraced the fresh, new feel of the White Party, offering up decadent skewers of chicken and waffles and tiny sliders with heirloom fingerling potatoes cutely nestled in a dainty smear of ketchup.
Guests perched on chic white lounges or mugged for the camera and several people scrupulously avoided other attendees who had unfortunately worn an identical outfit, but before long night had fallen and the glow sticks and bubbles came out. Gone was the Great Gatsby vibe of yore, this was a whole new White Party. Partygoers squeezed through the crowd of dancers to snatch up the glowing neon necklaces and bracelets, though more and more necklaces turned into headbands as the night wore on. Bubbles floated around the revelers as they danced about, and a Chinese lantern was sent up at last call with a loud cheer.
Partygoers rocked out until the very end, however, when they were ushered out into the Charleston clutching their choice of late-night snack: bags of cheddar popcorn or candy apples.
The White Party is an annual fete thrown by Spoleto SCENE, the young patron group of Spoleto Festival USA. Members of Spoleto SCENE help to support festival operations as well as helping to support Spoleto's presentation of selected artists.


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Here's a hypothetical. Derby. Last series. Dog has run nearly perfect three series. On last bird down in fourth series. Dogs eyes flick --handler is in training mode. Quietly says "sit", Handler realizes mistake. Judge gives dog a number. Dog is sent for the go bird. As dog is returning judge asks handler if he wants to continue and pick up memory bird. Handler says of course and sends dog for memory bird. Absolutely perfect fourth series.
Handler realizes judges do not know rules regarding controlled break in a minor stake and are treating this as an automatic disqualification.
At the conclusion of the Derby judge stops handler and says dog can not be awarded a jam. Despite several other handlers and the marshal showing judge rule book regarding controlled break. Judge insists that dog wasn't going to break and says you can't talk to your dog while birds going down. Handler responds politely "how can you know that I thought dog might be going so I said sit". Which brings up the question of how to stop a break without saying anything in a minor stake.
In the end the judge awards dog a jam saying that in fact except for that quiet sit the dog would have placed either first or second.


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Interview: ZZ Top's Billy Gibbons and the Black Keys' Dan Auerbach
Mississippi Fred McDowell's haunted, woody voice sails through the air as the Black Keys' Dan Auerbach nurses a cup of coffee and flips through a vintage lunchbox-sized valise designed for carrying 45 rpm records.
"Lord, when you get home baby," the late bluesman cries as his slide guitar cuts a zigzagging melody, "won't you write me a few of your lines."
"Found it!" Auerbach exults as McDowell keeps spinning on the well-used turntable at his Nashville home base, Easy Eye Studio. He pulls an orange-labeled single out of the case and shows it to Billy Gibbons, who's sitting next to Auerbach on the worn office sofa, sipping a Diet Coke.
"The first ZZ Top record, on Scat. I want to have you sign it," he says.
"Sure," Gibbons says, examining the flashback from his—and the music industry's—past.
"Cool," Auerbach replies. "Which was the A-side: 'Miller's Farm' or 'Salt Lick'?"
"It was 'Salt Lick,' " Gibbons says in his laconic twang.
It's a classic moment: Gibbons, the godfather of Texas-style blues rock putting his signature on a treasured disc belonging to Auerbach, a ZZ Top devotee and today's most prominent practitioner of blues-influenced garage rock. Separately, the men represent two badass pinnacles of rock and roll, demonstrating through their music, guitar work and choice of instruments how the blues has influenced—and continues to shape—music, well into the 21st century. Together, Gibbons and Auerbach are a blues summit—a pair of experts who can riff on the contributions of blues legends like Hound Dog Taylor, Lightnin' Hopkins and Junior Kimbrough, while discussing the finer points of the vintage gear that helped shape the sound of classic blues records.
Although the occasion for Gibbons and Auerbach's meeting is an interview for Guitar World, it might as well be a record collectors' convention, a guitar swap or a blues-fan nerd-out. The conversation embraces the gleaming faux-silver-pickguard-bedazzled Silvertone charmer that Gibbons has brought along with three other guitars, plus a pair of vintage Kustom speaker towers that he and bassist Dusty Hill are using on ZZ Top's current tour for Texicali, their new back-to-basics four-track EP. Gibbons and Auerbach also extol the charms of vintage vinyl and the sounds and rambunctious spirits of a host of bygone blues six-stringers, including McDowell, Lil' Son Jackson, Junior Kimbrough, Hound Dog Taylor and, of course, Lightnin' Hopkins, whose music cuts close to both men's bones (see sidebar).
Gibbons and Auerbach have been friends for nearly a decade, and when they get together it's like an exuberant reunion of long-parted pals. Despite the difference in their ages, the two have many similarities that belie the distance between their generations.
Gibbons got his start in the mid Sixties playing gnashing guitar in the Moving Sidewalks, a group that breathed the same dusty psychedelic Texas air as the legendary Roky Erickson and opened for Jimi Hendrix and the Doors. He educated himself in the ice-pick guitar styles of protean Texas bluesmen like Hopkins and Jackson and their Louisiana neighbor Frankie Lee Sims, plus the laconic hypnosis of Jimmy Reed and Eddie Taylor. Since then, Gibbons and ZZ Top have recorded 15 studio albums and 42 singles onto which he has cut one of the greatest guitar tones ever to bark out of an amp.
Auerbach, who has pasted some of the past decade's most evil and snarling guitar sounds onto seven studio albums by the Black Keys, started clean—playing bluegrass with his family—but set out on a personal quest to explore the same dirty secrets of the blues as Gibbons, albeit 30 years later. For him, discovering the serpentine melody lines of Mississippi hill-country guitar anti-hero Junior Kimbrough was like being struck by the other kind of lightning. It jolted him out of college and into cofounding the Black Keys in Akron, Ohio, in 2001. With three Grammy Awards, a Platinum album for 2010's sonically daring Brothers, a solo disc, March's sold-out Madison Square Garden concert, an April headlining gig at California's eclectic Coachella festival and a near-ubiquitous presence on TV and in film soundtracks, Auerbach and the Black Keys are burning their names into rock's Big Black Book.
Over the course of nearly four hours Gibbons and Auerbach will laugh, talk, pick out licks and share the camera's focus with Auerbach's big brown dog, Bella, a natural charmer who saunters through the studio greeting visitors like Easy Eye's unofficial hostess. They'll also take four minutes to listen to a cut Auerbach's been producing for Los Angeles–based songwriter-guitarist Hanni El Khatib that's gritty, haunting and reverb-drenched enough to be a lost gem from the vault of Chicago's Chess Records. Which prompts our opening question:
Have you guys ever recorded together?
BILLY GIBBONS: Oddly enough, we were brought into the studio under the auspices of our buddy [producer] Rick Rubin. We had developed a friendship aimed at just taking the time to talk about the kind of stuff we're talking about now: Lightnin' Hopkins and Lil' Son Jackson, Gold Star Records out of Houston... So much of that stuff was primitive by today's standards but did a fine job then.
Anyway, Dan and Patrick [Carney, the Black Keys' drummer] and me got together in California in the studio and spent a couple days knocking around, and it brought us even closer together. The funny thing was, we were having such a blast, and the richness of the exchange had Rick Rubin speechless. He just kept saying, "Keep on, keep on…"
DAN AUERBACH: Rick had us doing this weird thing where he would throw out an idea and we'd start jamming. Patrick and I would leave going, "What just happened?"
GIBBONS: Rick has got this unwarranted reputation for taking forever to get a project done. He's quite the opposite. I think in the course of one day we had starter-kit ideas for about 20 songs. Rick would come out of the control room and go, "Well, we've got that. Let's do something else." He'd look around and say, "Patrick, give me a beat!" It was, like, hyper-pedal…
How did you guys meet?
AUERBACH: Billy came to one of our shows in New York City, at Irving Plaza.
GIBBONS: Yes, that was early on, but previous to that was the Paramount in Santa Fe, New Mexico. What drew me there… I was living out there for a time, and my buddy Freddie Lopez, who is an actor but also has a mind for sounds, said, "What are you doing tonight?" I said, "Not much. What do you have in mind?" He said, "There's this group called the Black Keys." "The Black Keys?" I said. "Man, I can't believe you're bringing this up. Just last week, I was in Los Angeles and the filmmaker David Lynch," who is partnered up with his musical buddy, um…
Angelo Badalamenti?
GIBBONS: Yes! Well, they had come to the house, and Lynch said, "I just wanted to bring you this," and it was the first Black Keys record.
AUERBACH: We were touring at that point in the minivan. I remember listening to Bob Dylan's Basement Tapes as we were rolling over the hills at night, seeing the lights of Santa Fe in the distance.
GIBBONS: Upon hearing the Black Keys for the first time, it resonated. We stuck around after the show that night and I made it a point to get to know Dan and Patrick. I said, "I don't know how you guys do this, but don't change it. It is working." The room was rocking; the walls were rattling. We got to talking about so many like-minded things. It came as no surprise that much of the inspirations that lead me to continue to do what I do are the same things that lead Dan to do what he does. So we connected. The brush fire had started.
AUERBACH: Now it's a bro-mance that's taken years to blossom.
GIBBONS: What I enjoy about watching the Black Keys is the sense of abandon. It's wonderful to be embraced and appreciated by many, many fans that get it and want to be part of it. At the same time, Dan and Patrick are being propelled to deliver something.
There is something remarkably mesmerizing about getting to do what we get to do. It's beyond design. We're just drawn to it. And there are those moments when, I don't know how to describe it, but you're just enjoyably drawn to get it out. It's beyond yourself.


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Alumnus Scheide to present Philadelphia Orchestra
Wednesday, July 17, 2013, 8 p.m. · Alexander Hall, Richardson Auditorium
For his sixth annual midsummer celebration, William Scheide, a 1936 Princeton alumnus, will present the Philadelphia Orchestra in concert at 8 p.m. Wednesday, July 17, in Richardson Auditorium, Alexander Hall. The program, led by guest conductor Mark Laycock, includes works by Prokofiev, Weber, Brahms and Schumann. To purchase tickets, call University Ticketing at 609-258-9220.


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Post-Zwicker named science education head at PPPL
Posted March 19, 2004; 02:00 p.m.
Andrew Post-Zwicker has been appointed head of the science education program at the Princeton Plasma Physics Laboratory .
Post-Zwicker joined PPPL's science education program in 1997 as a senior program leader and became lead scientist for the program in 2000.
Current education programs at PPPL include workshops for students and teachers, a national undergraduate fellowship research program, undergraduate laboratory internships, the New Jersey regional competition of the National Science Bowl and the "Science on Saturday" lecture series.
Since joining PPPL, Post-Zwicker has created the Plasma Science Education Laboratory and intensive summer programs on plasma for high school teachers and students.
A graduate of Bard College, Post-Zwicker holds a master's degree and Ph.D. in physics from Johns Hopkins University. He teaches a writing seminar at Princeton on "The Ethics of Human Experimentation."
PPPL, funded by the Department of Energy and managed by the University, is a collaborative national center for science and innovation leading to an attractive fusion energy source.
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Task Forces
The work of UN-Water is organized around Thematic Priority Areas and Task Forces. Each one is coordinated by one or more Member(s) and engages Members, Partners and Programmes.
Task Forces are time-bound and cover areas where UN-Water Members have identified specific activities to be implemented.
They currently include:
The Task Force on Country-level Coordination was established in 2007 to explicitly address how UN-Water operates at the country level. This decision was in line with the recommendations made in the Secretary-General's High-level Panel on System-wide Coherence: "Delivering as One".
Since its creation in 2003 UN-Water has successfully implemented many work programmes. These have, to a large extent, been focused at the global or national level. In 2009, UN-Water created the Task Force to improve the coordination of UN-Water agencies in Africa as well as in other regions, to facilitate inter-agency information exchange and incorporate more effectively the regional dimension into the global initiatives.
The international community has been having some difficulty in agreeing to a definition and description of water security that would suit everyone's perspectives, and often, vested interests. UN-Water Task Force on Water Security was created to address the definitional gap in a systematic manner to respond to the increasing importance placed on water security and the international recognition by the United Nations General Assembly of the individual need for water to ensure human security.
The Task Force was established as a vehicle to prepare the status report on advances in water resources management as requested by the Commission on Sustainable Development in 2008 for submission to the UN Rio+20 Conference in June 2012; and propose a structure for permanent monitoring and reporting.
The Task Force has been established to make available to water operators the wealth of open-source products and resources from the UN system – publications, toolkits, experiences, training courses, knowledge - to strengthen their capacities, especially in poor countries and in regions with a lack of systematic exchange of know-how and expertise.
The Task Force was established to assist governments make optimal use of wastewater while protecting ecosystem services. The Task Force aims to highlight issues related to wastewater management, increase awareness of national and local governments of the benefits of investing in wastewater management, and strengthen UN System collaboration on related activities.
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It has been a while since I took the chance to blog here; the time has been pretty packed with shipping SUSE Linux Enterprise 11 Service-Pack 1's High-Availability Extension (or SLE HA 11 SP1 for short ;-), and supporting the first deployments.
It is a good time to look back and review the very awesome new features that the community developed along with us, and that we are shipping as Enterprise-ready now.
A feature that I am personally very impressed by is the OCFS2 reflink feature; basically, OCFS2 cracked the hard nut of cluster-wide copy-on-write snapshots, which LVM2 has been trying to for years. This allows space-efficient and very fast provisioning of new VMs, snapshots for backup, cloning from templates, cloning from clones, etcetera; it really is amazing.
For those of you who prefer a visual, the team from NGN taped a video with me being interviewed by Sander at Novell's BrainShare in Amsterdam; this is my first video interview ever!
In case you would like an audio-only review, Ron and terry interviewed me for Novell Open Audio as well.
I hope you find them informative - if so, please spread them, and let me know your feedback.


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By Ben Levisohn
Shares of Youku Tudou (YOKU) have surged today after the Chinese online-video company reported earnings and said second-quarter revenue would be better than forecast.
The Hollywood Reporter (yes, the Hollywood Reporter) has the details:
The Beijing-based online TV company said that first-quarter revenue rose 21 percent to $83.1 million, with its loss for the first three months of the year narrowing to $37.4 million. The improvements came compared with the combined figures of Youku and Tudou when they were still separate companies in the same period in 2012.
Youku and Tudou announced their decision to merge in Aug. 2012.
In its earnings report, the company predicted second-quarter net revenues would range from $117.1 million to $125.2 million.
Analysts had been expecting second-quarter sales of $114.9 million, according to FactSet.
Wall Street likes what it sees. Maxim Group's Echo He upgraded Youku Tudou today to Hold from Sell, as the company takes advantage of growing demands for mobile ads. He writes:
We believe the fundamentals driving growth acceleration are increasing ad budget allocation of domestic and/or TV advertisers to online video. In 2012, China implemented new regulations that limit the length and slots of TV ads. In particular, ads interrupting an episode of program are no longer allowed. Thereby, online video becomes the closest alternative to the portion of ad budget squeezed out of TV by the new regulations. Although domestic advertisers started to allocate ad dollars to online video as they see increasing online video penetration and viewing time, YOKU's advertisers are primarily international companies
He expects the company to break even in 2014.
Maxim wasn't the only firm that praised the company today. ABR Investment Strategy's Henry Guo sees Youku finally benefitting from its merger with Tudou:
We continue to believe multiple medium to longer term drivers, including continued profitability improvement due to scale and cost synergy, improved pricing power with further industry consolidation, and increasing advertisers' adoption of online video advertising.
Add Citigroup's Muzhi Li to the group.
We think this quarter's results and management's comments set a positive tone for the company's outlook in 2013 and going forward. 1) Strong guidance: Youku's 2Q13 revenue guidance of Rmb 720-770mn, was stronger than the Street forecast of Rmb 666mn. 2) Multi-screen solution: growth of mobile video traffic would expand Youku's future media coverage, ads inventory, and multi-screen ads solution for advertisers. 3) Domestic ads market: Youku began to tab into domestic brand advertiser market and improve its advertiser mix toward domestic customers.
But Li also worries about the cost of content and competition.
1) Content cost accounted for 52% of net revenues. However, with the revenue growth rebound in 2Q, we expect content cost would decline to 45% of total revenues. We noted that the company's self-developed content costs are discretionary spending and its increase would indicate future revenue potential. 2) Loss making: 1Q operating loss was Rmb 254 mn. 3) Industry consolidation: Baidu (BIDU) recently acquired PPS to merge with its iQiyi unit. Further consolidation would imply intensifying competition among a few leading players.
Youku's shares have jumped 2.7% to $21.75 today. They've rallied 25% during the past month.


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Lee Fields
TUPELO – Leevester Fields affectionately called "Lee" by his family and friends departed his earthly life on Thursday, Nov. 29, 2012, at North Mississippi Medical Center after a courageous battle with cancer. Lee was born in Benton Harbor, Mich., on May 25, 1942, to the late Mattie Fields.
He completed his Elementary and High School education in Benton Harbor, Mich. Lee was always a hard worker. Although a native of Michigan, Lee's mother moved her family to Chicago, Ill., when Lee was a teenager. He was an outstanding employee of Sears Bank and Trust for over 30 years. In 1982, Lee moved to Milwaukee, Wis., to work for First Bank and later transferred to Walgreens Inc. were he remained a loyal employee until he was diagnosed with his illness.
Lee was married to Mrs. Fields to this union three sons were born Leevester Fields Jr, Rickey Fields, and Gregory Fields. Mrs. Fields preceded Lee in death. Later Lee had another son, Marcus L. Hill-Fields. Lee was a family man and loved to spend time with his sons and grandchildren when he could. He was an avid sports fan and you could always find him coaching basketball or watching his favorite sports team on television. If Lee wasn't following sports you didn't have to look far, he loved being outside working on or washing his car.
Services will be held at noon today at N.L. Jones Funeral Chapel in Tupelo.
He leaves to cherish his memory one brother, Charles Fields (Gayle) Los Angeles, Calif., four sons, Leevester Fields Jr. of Ohio, Rickey Fields and Greg Fields, both of Chicago, Ill., and Marcus L. Hill-Fields (Sabrina) of Kenosha, Wis. He also leaves his beloved god-daughter, Tanika Pointer and her daughter Kalya Ollie; two very special grandchildren, Marcus L. Hill-Fields II and Marcellus J. Hill-Fields; one aunt, Jessie Owens; a niece, Jackie Owens; a cousin, Annette Owens; special life-long friends, James and Lucy Schumpert and Jocelyn Hill; and a host of family and friends.
Lee was preceded in death by his mother, Mattie Fields; his twin brother at birth; and his sister, Thelma Owens.
Roger Walls
VARDAMAN – Roger Wayne Walls, 78, died Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at North Mississippi Medical Center in Tupelo. He was born Aug. 25, 1934, in New Albany, to Glenn and Etoyle Gray Walls. He was a retired Band Director after 33 years of service. He was a Member of Vardaman United Methodist Church. He was a graduate of Tupelo High School and of Mississippi State University with a B.A. and a Masters Degree in Music.
Service is at 11 a.m. Tuesday at Vardaman United Methodist Church with Bro. Harold Robinson and Bro. William Montgomery officiating. Interment is at Hillcrest Cemetery. Parker Memorial Funeral Home in Vardaman is in charge of arrangements.
He is survived by his wife, Mamie Vanlandingham Walls of Vardaman; one son, Van Walls of Vardaman; four grandchildren, Brad Walls, Jamie Benefield, Anna Walls and Elliott Walls; and one brother, Kenneth Walls of Tupelo.
He was preceded in death by his parents.
Pallbearers are Bill Davis, Michael Dudding, Donald Freely, Scott Freely, Michael Jones, Mike Jones, Brad Walls and Tony Walls.
Honorary pallbearers are Charlie Davis and Members of Adult Bible Study Group.
Visitation is 5 to 7 p.m. today at the funeral home.
Online condolences maybe made at www.parkermemorialfuneralhomes.com.
Jerry Parker Jr.
TREMONT – Jerry L. "Jake" Parker Jr., 47, died Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012. He was born on Jan. 28, 1965, in Red Bay, Ala., to Jerry and Laree Wood Parker. He was a Mason and a member of the Tremont Lodge #462 where he had served as a past master. He was a gun enthusiast and enjoyed playing the guitar, bass and being outdoors.
Service is at 2 p.m. Tuesday at Providence Baptist Church in Tremont with Bro. Bob Massey and Bro. Lynton Younger officiating. Interment is at Providence Baptist Church Cemetery. Senter Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
He is survived by his wife of 17 years, Paula Parker of Tremont; his parents, Jerry and Laree Parker of Tremont; one son, Scott Parker (Kaity) of Tremont; one step-son, Brandon Beam of Fort Smith, Ark.; one grandson, Joshua Beam; two sisters, Tammie Sartin of Tremont and Tonia Dill (Timothy) of Tupelo; and one brother, Billy Dale Parker (Jada) of Tremont.
He was preceded in death by brother-in-law, Ronnie Sartin.
Pallbearers will be the Mason Lodge #462.
Visitation is 5 to 8 p.m. today at Senter Funeral Home and will continue noon to 2 p.m. Tuesday at Providence Baptist Church in Tremont.
Online condolences can be expressed at www.senterfuneraldirectors.com.
Bette Lovvorn
BOONEVILLE – Bette Shirley Lovvorn, 82, of Booneville, died Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at Longwood Community Living Center. She was born Dec. 22, 1930, in Calhoun City, to W.L. and Vannie Shirley. She graduated from Calhoun City High School and was a graduate of MSCW. She married Dr. Ray Lovvorn Dec. 22, 1980, in Memphis. She was a member of Central Avenue Baptist Church in Memphis. She was extremely talented and was an exquisite canvas painter, an avid bridge player, interior designer, enjoyed travel, and coming to her brother's family farm in the country near Marietta, especially during holidays. She loved to entertain her nieces especially taking them to Hilton Head, S.C. She was a beautiful lady with a beautiful smile and jovial personality and loved life to its fullest with her special sense of humor, especially with all her care givers and friends at Longwood, all of whom she loved dearly.
Services will be at 3 p.m. today at McMillan Funeral Home with Minister Ronnie Livingston officiating. Burial will be in Zion Rest Cemetery.
She is survived by one brother, Jim (Linda) Shirley of Marietta; two nieces, Sonja S. (Harold) Smith of Marietta and Suzette S. (Will) Endris of Anacoco, La.; two great-nephews, Kyle Smith of Marietta and Cameron Endris of Anacoco, La.; a host of cousins; and special friends, Betsey Cook of Memphis, Doris Crone, Ed and Debbie of Colorado Springs, Colo. and Al and Mary Porter of Memphis.
She was preceded in death by her husband; her parents; and her uncle and aunt, Cliff and Eloise Shirley.
The family will receive friends from 1 p.m. until service time today at the funeral home.
Memorials may be made to Marietta Church of Christ, P.O. Box 96, Marietta, MS 38856
Condolences may be left at www.mcmillanfuneralhome.com.
Robert Raines
NEW ALBANY – Robert L. Raines, 92, died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at his residence. He was born July 13, 1920, in New Albany to Robert Raines and Bertha Welch Raines. He was a U.S. Army Veteran of World War II. He was a retired plumber and electrician. He was a member of the American Legion and Glenfield United Methodist Church.
Services will be held at 1 p.m. today at United Funeral Service Chapel with the Rev. Brownie Tohill officiating. Burial will be in the Glenfield Memorial Park.
He is survived by two daughters, Mary Phyfer of Blue Springs and Theresa Roby of Amory; a son, Wayne Raines of Saltillo; six grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; and a special friend and caregiver, Brenda Carter.
He was preceded in death by his parents; his wife, Pauline Bolen Raines; and a son Billy Raines.
Visitation is 11:30 a.m. to 1 p.m. today at the funeral home.
In honor of his service, United Funeral Service Inc. will fly the flag of the United States Army at the funeral home during visitation and service.
For online condolences, visit unitedfuneralservice.com.
James Betts
TUPELO – James "Lightning" Betts, 86, died Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at his residence in the Mt. Vernon Community. A native of Potts Camp, he was born Oct. 25, 1926, to Roy and Carrie Lewis Betts. He served in the Army during World War II and was a member of the VFW, American Legion Post 49 and the 40 and 8. He worked for Monts Tobacco Company for 47 years until his retirement. His wife, Pauline Lois Betts, preceded him in death in 1999. He enjoyed playing cards, traveling and taking care of his dog, Lady and his cat, Daisy. He attended the Mt. Vernon Senior Adult gatherings. His family remembers him as a smart and honest man and an avid story teller.
Services will be at 11 a.m. today at the Lee Memorial Chapel with his brother, Bro. Jesse Betts officiating. Burial will be in Lee Memorial Park.
Survivors include three children, Betty Betts, Larry Betts (Tina) and Tommy Betts; his sister, Ruby Patterson (Larry); three brothers, Jesse Betts (Martha), Herman Betts (Brenda) and Jack Betts; grandchildren, Hunt Betts, Brand Tamplain (Brandon), Sherri Collins, Becky Robinson, Craig Robinson (Teri), Denise Randleman (David); his great-grandchildren, Arthur Tamplain, Abigail Tamplain, Grayson, Jack and Eason Robinson and Daniel, Seth, and Carrie Randleman.
Visitation will continue 10 a.m. until service time.
For online condolences, please visit www.leememorialonline.com.
Dave Mooney
BOONEVILLE – David Wyatt Mooney, 74, died Friday, Nov. 30, 2012, at his home. He was born Aug. 18, 1938, in Prentiss County to David Authur Mooney and Mittie Jones Mooney. He was a member of Booneville Church of Christ and he was a United States Air Force veteran. Prior to his retirement, he was a computer analyst at Kerr McGee. He enjoyed hunting, fishing, cooking and most of all, spending time with his family.
Services will be at 1 p.m. today at the Booneville Funeral Home Chapel with Ministers Greg Pollock, Jim Estes, Haskell Sparks and Willie Shinault officiating. Burial with military honors will be in the Mormon Cemetery.
He is survived by his wife, Virginia Maness Mooney, whom he married on Aug. 25, 1958; two sons, Michael David Mooney of Booneville and Rickey Neal Mooney of Choctaw, Okla.; a daughter, Pamela Power of Choctaw, Okla.; a sister, Bethelene Mooney Arnold of Booneville; five grandchildren, Nikki Tucker (Chris) of Oklahoma City, Okla., Tara Randal (Jimmy) of Norman, Okla., Amanda Power, Hoktee Power, both of Choctaw, Okla. and John David Mooney (Mary) of Lexington, Okla.; and four great-grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by a son, Jeffery Scott Mooney; his parents; and two brothers, Dean Mooney and Billy Wade Mooney.
Pallbearers are Tommy Gerald Taylor, Doyle Ray Taylor, Jim Mooney, Gerald Mooney, Bobby Cole and Tim Stewart. Honorary pallbearers are Justin Cole and Jordan Cole.
Lorene Box
AMORY – Lorene Edwards Box, 90, died on Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at her home. Born Dec. 24, 1921, she was a daughter of Thomas and Lavada Lewis Edwards. She married Earnest Box and he died in 1976. Before her retirement, she worked as a seamstress for Amory Garment Co. for 50 years. She enjoyed cooking, sewing, her flowers and spending time with her family. A woman of faith, she was a member of Splunge First Free Will Baptist Church.
A celebration of life service will be 11 a.m. today at the E.E. Pickle Funeral Home Chapel in Amory with Bro. Dale Ford and Bro. Cody Kennedy officiating. Burial will be in the Liberty Cemetery.
Survivors include two daughters, Helen Holley of Amory and Joyce Tubb (Doyle) of Charleston; eight grandchildren, Mitzi Frederick (Will), Tammy Marrison (Tim), Kimberly Jarrett (Steve), Petey Bennett (Vickie), Jeannie Newell (Brent), Darlene Evans (Rickey), Sharon Martindale (Randy) and Wade Tubb (Rhonda); 25 great-grandchildren; and 23 great-great-grandchildren.
She was preceded in death her parents; son-in-law, Hershell Holley; one son, David Wesley Box; three sisters, Louise Patterson, Eva Mae Colburn and Geneva Duke; and one brother, William Edwards.
Pallbearers will be Wade Tubb, Petey Bennett, Rickey Evans, Jr., Johnny Hawkins, Cliff Martindale and Tim Marrison.
Visitation will continue until service time today at the funeral home.
Memories and condolences may be shared at eepicklefuneralhome.com.
Herman Jaggers
NESBIT – Herman Shelly Jaggers, 84, passed away Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, Tenn. He was born March 4, 1929, in Pontotoc, to Earnest and Sally Mask Jaggers. He married Bessie "Betty" Taylor Jaggers in November 1986 and they shared 24 happy years until her homegoing on Sept. 3, 2010. He attended Hartland Baptist Church. He served our country in the United States Navy for six years. He retired from Del-Monte Food Corporation in 1965.
A celebration of life service will be at 11 a.m. Wednesday at Baldwin Nowell Funeral Home Chapel in Pontotoc with Bro. Fred Hartley officiating. There will also be a graveside service at 3 p.m. Wednesday at Memorial Park Cemetery in Memphis, Tenn.
He is survived by his son, Steve Allen Jaggers of Pontotoc; two grandsons, Jesse Jaggers (Melissa) and Steven Anthony Jaggers; one great-granddaughter, Virginia Ann Jaggers of Pontotoc; three sisters, Katie Stegall, Reba Sutter and Lucian Davis (Charles), all of Pontotoc; two special nieces, Toni Davis and Lisa Davis Cobb of Pontotoc; one step-daughter, Debbi Sanford (Wilborn) of Gulf Breeze, Ala.; three sisters-in-laws, Marlene Rich (Randy) of Millington, Tenn., Patricia McCurdy (Red) of Moscow, Tenn., and Charlene Pelton of Benton, Ark.; one brother-in-law, William Mask (Sandy) of Pineville, La. and a host of nieces and nephews.
He is preceded in death by his parents; his wife; one brother, Earnest "Buck" Jaggers; and one sister, Modean Ball.
Visitation is 5 to 8 p.m. Tuesday at Baldwin Nowell Funeral Home of Pontotoc.
Willard Tucker
JACINTO – Frances Willard Tucker, 74, died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at Magnolia Regional Health Center in Corinth. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by McMillian Funeral Home.
Betty Abraham
MEMPHIS, Tenn. – Betty Sue Newby Abraham, 54, died Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at Methodist Hospital North in Memphis. She was born Aug. 21, 1958, to Thomas and Robbie Newby. She was a Baptist and worked as a data processor.
Services will be at 1 p.m. today at Ripley Funeral Home Chapel with Bro. Doc Shelton officiating. Burial will be in Pine Grove Cemetery.
She is survived by one son, Anthony Brian Abraham (Renee) of Memphis; her parents, Thomas and Robbie Yancey Newby; one grandson, Andrew Abraham of Memphis; and a host of aunts and uncles.
Pallbearers will be Benny Yancey, Jerry Henson, Joe Yancey, Jimmy Boren, Justin Grey, Don Payne and Al Stroupe.
Visitation is 11 a.m. until service time today at Ripley Funeral Home.
To view obituaries online and sign guest book, visit www.ripleyfuneralhome.com.
Virginia Spain
BOONEVILLE – Virginia Spain, 85, died Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at Longwood Community Living Center in Booneville. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by McMillian Funeral Home.
Chad Starling
MANTACHIE – Chad Starling, 38, died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at North Mississippi Medical Center. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by McNeece-Morris Funeral Home of Mantachie.
Wes Hall
AMORY – Albert Wesley Hall, 39, died on Saturday, Dec. 1, 2012, at North Mississippi Medical Center in Tupelo. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by E.E. Pickle Funeral Home of Amory. Visitation is 10 a.m. until 1:45 p.m. Wednesday at the funeral home.
George Williams
BOONEVILLE – George E. Williams died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at North Mississippi Medical Center in Tupelo. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by Grayson's Funeral Services of Corinth.
Sabrina Anderson
MEMPHIS, Tenn. – Sabrina Kemp Anderson, 45, died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at her parents home in Walnut. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by McBride Funeral Home in Ripley.
George Faught
TUPELO – George Faught, 67, died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at Graceland Nursing Facility in New Albany. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by Lee Memorial Funeral Home.
Delores Saunders
TUPELO – Delores Saunders, 78, died Sunday, Dec. 2, 2012, at North Mississippi Medical Center. Arrangements are incomplete and will be announced later by Lee Memorial Funeral Home.


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With baseball season now entering the summer months, teams begin to take stock of every single win as they approach the All-Star break. The Mariners certainly had more reason to be proud after winning four of their last seven games in back-to-back series. After having won two of three against the Orioles at home, the M's good luck continued as they welcomed the Rays for a four-game homestand....


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Emma Stone: With the iPhone, if you're planning a night out with the girls and you need more than three-way calling, there's an app for that.
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CORINTH – The Corinth Board of Aldermen on Monday approved its nominee to the Crossroads Arena board for a seat left vacant by the recent death of Joe Franks.
Franks' widow, Sharon Patrick Franks, was appointed to complete the five-year term that goes through 2017, pending approval by the Alcorn County Board of Supervisors for the jointly-appointed seat.
Arena board President Dr. Hardwick Kay thanked the city board for its prompt action on the appointment.
Responding to an alderman's question, Kay said the arena's new general manager, Tammy Genovese, began work Tuesday.
He noted that she was hired at a salary of $65,000 per year, not the $90,000 which was submitted to the tourism board as a budget request over his signature on Nov. 18, 2012.


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Let us say we wish to build an anti-spam system based on certifications. To make this work, we will need some method of authentication. (We can punt and make a public key be part of an identity). We also need some method of distributing all the certs widely, which must be resistant to attacks which selectively remove certs and anti-certs and also can handle the likely humongous size of the resulting database.
The above problems seem like work, but are much less of a concern than the problem of not having a cert graph evaluation algorithm which we find acceptable. As we can see from the Advogato example, even punting on all the engineering problems by centralizing everything still leaves an open problem as to whether a certification system can work well. Advogato is encouraging, but still immature.
I am now convinced that if we can come up with a certification evaluation primitive which meets the right criteria we will have a spam-fighting solution which will be work well, even if deployed on a global scale. I am furthur convinced that such a primitive exists, although I haven't figured out exactly how to do it yet.
Here are the criteria -
- There is a permissible spam factor, s. Say that a spammer has compromised k typical people in a well-connected graph. The spammer then proceeds to repeatedly send pieces of spam from either compromised people or fake people certified by compromised people. After each piece of spam is sent out, the recipient anti-certs the sender. The spammer never bothers sending mail which will be rejected because of the existing anti-certs. The anti-spam criterion states that the attacker should only be able to get about k*s pieces of spam accepted this way before almost any mail they try to send out will get rejected by the trust system.
- Let us say an attacker has k people compromised and wishes to use this power to censor others. Due to the anti-spam criterion, it must be possible for the attacker to censor at least k/s typical peers. The censorship criterion says they must not be able to censor any more than that.
Once we find a primitive which meets the above criteria, then we will be able to straightfaced claim to have plans for a global certification based anti-spam system which works on paper. Then we can start worrying about deployment problems.
Partial busy-work functions
I had an interesting thought while pondering circuit complexity today.
We have busy-work functions, which do little more than require some precisely tunable amount of time be spent computing them. For example, computing the secure hash of a sequence of x null characters. I wish to have a busy-work function, b, which meets some additional criteria criteria.
There are to be a fixed number of partial results we can compute each of which takes almost exactly k/2 time, where k is the total amount of busy work for the complete function. Each pair of partial results may be synergistic, meaning that given both of them you can compute b very quickly. Pairs of partial functions which are not synergistic should have the property that if you know both of them it still takes an additional k/2 time to compute b.
We wish to have a specific set of synergy relationships between partical functions. For example, we may want four partial functions P, Q, R, and S such that (P, Q), (Q, R), (P, R) and (R, S) are synergistic but all other pairs are not. My question is, for any given set of synergy relationships, is there always a b and related partial functions which has that property? Can you think of a way of putting together standard (or even not so standard) cryptographic primitives to make an implementation?
My intuition very strongly says that this is possible, but I don't immediately see a way of doing it.


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Sue Lynn Jones would be a perfectly happy child of 8 - if only her father weren't a member of the Tie-of-the-Month Club, and if her mother knew how to throw away food that had been in the refrigerator since the 1970s, and if her older sister weren't a concentration-camp-guard-in-training with Sue Lynn as her practice prisoner.
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that Acorn's federal funding cranks back up November 1. That's right.
Their congressional "defunding" was for 30 days.
Funny how certain parts of Congress never got around to letting other Congressmen and Senators in on this little secret.
Also, did you know that in the Community Re-investment Act...you know the legislation that forced lenders to loan money to less than credit worthy applicants also provided another option? That option was to donate or donate in kind, (thats giving something like computers, office furniture, etc) to "community" based groups and Acorn was the single largest benefactor of this 'largesse'.
Did you know that in coming legislation, credit card companies and consumer lending companies will be mandated to do the same?
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