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Discussion in 'Pistons and NBA' started by TaS, Jan 6, 2009.
If he could go for 23 minutes without getting blocked, I'd take that.
I couldn't find any sites that have stats for 'blocks against' other than this one, but it doesn't seem to have stats for the current season. I noticed Yahoo shows blocks against in box scores, but couldn't find anywhere that cumulates it. Last season Greg Monroe led the league in most shots blocked with 120. Hoopdata - NBA Player Scoring Stats
So if you divide minutes played with number of times blocked, Monroe has his shot blocked every 22 minutes of playing time. Will Bynum has his shot blocked every 28 minutes.
It's pretty obvious from this data that Greg Monroe is far too short.
Like I said... if he could go 23 minutes...
Here's a few stats, broken down between wins and losses: Jennings Averages during wins fgs: 6.025/16 (38.2%)..... 3ps: 1.97/5.7 (34.5%).... fts: 3.7/4.8 (78.9%).... assts: 8.1.... steals: 1.57.... TOs: 3.08 Averages during losses: fgs: 6.25/17 (37%)..... 3ps: 1.6/5.9 (28%).... fts: 3.4/4.5 (75.6%).... assts: 7.6.... steals: 1.5.... TOs: 3.14 Smith Averages during wins fgs: 7.2/16.1 (44.9%).... 3ps: 1/3.9 (25.5%) .... fts: 2.7/4.3 (63.8%).... orb: 1.7.... trb: 6.9.... assts: 3.... blocks: 1.1.... Averages during losses: fgs: 5.9/14.9 (39.4%).... 3ps: .66/3.2 (20.4%) .... fts: 1.9/3.8 (50.5%) .... orb:1 .... trb: 5.8 .... assts: 4.2.... blocks: 1.7.... Monroe Averages during wins fgs: 5.7/10.6 (53.4%).... fts: 3.2/5.0 (65.1%).... orb: 3.... trb: 10.14.... assts: 2.2.... Averages during losses: fgs: 5.8/11.4 (50.8%).... fts: 2.4/3.8 (63.3%).... orb: 2.9 .... trb: 7.7.... assts: 1.9 Drummond Averages during wins fgs: 6.5/10 (65.8%).... fts: 1.9/4.6 (39.8%).... orb: 6.... trb: 13.7.... steals: 1.3.... blocks: .... 2.0 Averages during losses: fgs: 5.1/8.8 (58%).... fts: 1.5/3.4 (42%).... orb: 5.2.... trb: 12.3 .... steals: 1.3.... blocks: So in the wins, the big trio averages about 7 rebounds more per game and shoots about 5% better from the field. My guess is that the rebounds come at a higher clip vs. teams without a particularly competitive front line. The other interesting stat here is that Smith tends to shoot more when the team wins.
Rebounds and 3 point shooting stick out to me there.
Since the big lineup change 9 games ago: Record: 4-5 (before it was 19-28) Record against West: 2-1 (before change it was 2-15) Pts per game: 104.9 (highest in East and 5th highest in NBA, tied with Phoenix and above OKC) Differential per game: -1.0 (before lineup change is was -2.8) +/- BJ: +8 JJ: +4 AD: +2 KCP: 0 KS: -1 JS: -1 RS: -12 WB: -17 GM: -33 Except for Greg Monroe, it really stabilized everybody from a +/- perspective, especially Drummond... who was last on the team in this stat on the season. Monroe played fairly consistently during this stretch offensively though, so maybe just small sample size and bad luck on the +/- front. Adding Singler to the starting unit really juiced our offense. KS has gone 19-38 from 3-point range and opened up the floor a bunch. We went from the 18th best offense in the league to being on pace to be the 5th, and highest scoring team in the East. Our differential per game climbed from -2.8 to -1.0. It also seems to have awoken Josh Smith, who went from averaging 15.0 points per game to 22.7 over this stretch. Drummond increased his scoring, rebounding, and assist average as well as his FG% during the run. Since going to the bench, Pope became the first player in 5 seasons to post 3 straight "trillions" with 0 points in 7 out of 9 games. Either he hit a wall, his confidence was shattered, or it ain't so easy scoring as a guard alongside Bynum and Stuckey. Tough schedule coming up though in the next 10. Expected record is about 3-7. GSW (L) @SAS (L) @HOU (L) NYK (W) CHI (50/50 because it's at home) @MIN (50/50 ish to be generous) @BOS (W) SAC (L) @TOR (L) IND (L)
So Josh is better at the 4. Greg Monroe may be a spare piece. Kyle Singler was the missing link.
I think that Pope was just a drag on our scoring. The team has spacing issues and we swapped out a .309 3-point shooter for a guy who has been stroking it at .500 since filling the role. Singler has scored 1.03 points per possession in the last 9 games (close to Andre Drummond's season average of 1.04... on all dunks). I'd still love to see the traditional lineup of Jennings/ Pope/ Singler/ Smith/ Drummond to see if we are any good defensively. That lineup could cause tons of turnovers, guard the perimeter, and possibly still dominate in the paint. I feel like we're getting killed on the perimeter by whomever Monroe is guarding when they are stretch 4's. Monroe is a tough SOB on offense, but he only scores at the rim and his passing skills go to waste when the paint is packed and we lack room for cutters. Both Josh and Greg would really benefit from a traditional lineup IMO. My preference is still to keep them both next year and roll with having 3 bigs each up almost all of the PF and C minutes. And I thought that Smith at SF could work coming into this season and I salivated over our defensive potential... but that was just wrong. Unless we get a coach who can dream up a way to create spacing while not allowing Josh Smith to shoot long J's, then we should abandon this scheme. And that coach would also have to find a way to keep our bigs from naturally collapsing and sagging, which is probably impossible. On jump shots alone, we are getting outscored each night by 10 points (49 to 39) and on an eFG basis (.467 to .394). We win everywhere else (paint and FTs, even with our bad FT percentage).
I think you hit the nail on the head; Monroe is ideally suited to being a bench contributor, where he can come in, let the team slow things down by isoing offensively in the paint, dominate second-tier post players and give the rest of the starters a bit of a rest.
That's not exactly what I was saying, but I actually agree with your rendition more than my own. With greg being a great iso player, the second unit can just feed him and wait around on the arc for a kick out after a double. No plays necessary. Realistically, we probably need to resign him first.
I agree with you completely. Getting Bynum more minutes seems to have triggered the offense.
Though it's been killing the defense...
I wish Greg could see how that would benefit his career, Ginobli-style. He's not a great defender (especially on the perimeter), so his focus would be offensive. Starting Jennings/Pope/Singler/Smith/Drummond would give the team an up-tempo, strong defensive squad, and then when they bring in Monroe off the bench they could slow it down, work isos, feed the hot hand, etc. It doesn't really mesh well with their bench guard play, but that has to change next year anyway.
Last year we waited and waited for the obvious and it finally happened. The challenge this year lies in possibly bruising the ego and wallet of a guy who is about to hit FA. What are the rules involved in trying to sign Monroe early?
Hope he doesn't have David Falk as an agent.
I think he does have an agent known for being extreme. Don't remember the name though.
What would be happened if the Pistons put GM come off the bench ? The rock stern big 3 starting line up this season, as I see it is, to make GM happy on the way to try to keep him next year.
Well that sucks.
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A line of acolytes snakes through the room and spills into a corridor of the Minneapolis Design Center. Clutching copies of The Not So Big House to their chests, the fans are waiting to meet its author. Some have brought the boxed set, including Creating the Not So Big House and Not So Big Solutions for Your Home, for Sarah Susanka's signature. They're a little timorous awaiting their turn, until they reach her table and encounter her warm greeting.
Then they start their barrage of questions: "How do I make my stair hall feel more welcoming and human in scale?" "Do you still design houses? I'd like to talk to you about a project." "I'm designing a house, and it's already way too big, can you help?" With each, Susanka, AIA, is patient, gracious, helpful. She doesn't disappoint her admirers; she's as approachable and accessible in person as she is in prose.
force for change
She's back in her old hometown, where she made architecture and then made architectural history, appearing at a show devoted to the influence of her Not So Big House opus. She's also back to organize her house, the original Not So Big House, which she's just sold. She's moving on, ending this chapter of her career. Almost nothing about her life remains unchanged. She wrote a blockbuster bestseller in a genre that doesn't have bestsellers; she divorced Jim Larson, the architect with whom she designed and built her Not So Big House; she quit the firm she co-founded 20 years ago; she moved to Raleigh, N.C.; she remarried; and she had breast cancer.
But Susanka is pragmatically zen about all of it. "At one point, when I was feeling overwhelmed and crushed by it all, I asked a friend what I should do. She said, 'Why don't you just do what's in front of you.'" She did; she does. Indeed, she's a bundle of forward-motion energy, with another book in the works, a house or two on the boards, a couple of speaking engagements each month, and a Web site (notsobighouse.com) she funds herself. And then there's her drive to gather and market better-designed house plans for the masses.
Susanka is on a mission to demystify and improve residential architecture. And in teaching the lay public to understand and value well-designed houses, she's also helped them to appreciate the skills of residential architects. "We architects try to explain what we do in words—and long words at that?but language is ill-suited to what we do," she says. "I'm trying to pull away the layers of confusion. The real power comes from being able to reveal what it is you do. Our medium—space and light—is incredibly important, but until we can make it understood, it won't be valued as it should be."
Fortunately for residential architects, Susanka has a knack for explaining difficult principles, and for connecting some very important dots—all done in an engaging personal style. "She taught me a lot about bringing one's ideas to the public," says Dale Mulfinger, cofounder of her former firm, Mulfinger, Susanka, Mahady & Partners (renamed SALA Architects after her departure). "Sarah always waltzed into the office as a breath of fresh air, smiling and optimistic. She was fair, open, and engaging—and a natural leader."
not so big notions
It was another MSMP colleague at the time who gave her the kernel for The Not So Big House. Robert Gerloff, now out on his own, wrote an article for Architecture Minnesota magazine called "Bigger Isn't (Necessarily) Better," in which he argued for smaller, more artfully detailed houses. It became a guiding principle for the firm. When Susanka began talking with Taunton Press about writing a book (she'd been writing a regular column for its magazine Fine Homebuilding for some time), they suggested one about small houses. "I wasn't into small houses, but I was into writing a book," she recalls. "I knew Robert's was the nugget I wanted to pursue."
The other nugget she picked up from an article in IONS Review. It concerned sociologist Paul H. Ray's research into a group he called "Cultural Creatives." The subculture numbers 50 million in the United States, he claimed in his later book on the subject, "who care deeply about ecology and saving the planet, about relationships, peace, social justice, and about self-actualization, spirituality, and self-expression." Says Susanka, "One thing he mentioned was that they were looking for a better-designed house. I named my book something that allowed the market to see itself in the title."
That explains some of the inspiration for the book, but there was a dollop of frustration, too, motivating its author. "I got very sick of sitting on the phone, explaining to clients how to get the most for their money in a custom house," she says. "I thought there were many people across the country who might benefit from that information."
not so fast
Susanka has always maintained that The Not So Big House was not about small or inexpensive houses. It's about how to make houses more comfortable and livable. Presuming a fixed budget, the best way to do that, she asserts, is to eliminate wasted space and spend the savings on better-quality materials and detail work. The book, and its successors, is an antidote to McMansion indigestion—the hollow, empty feeling people get when they blow all their money on bloated, characterless houses. "She was the first one to put into words that we should design small to quality, rather than big Sheetrock containers," says Wynne Yelland, of Minneapolis-based Locus Architecture, which specializes in designing and building affordable custom houses. "But the book has lots of not-so-big expensive houses."
Others claim Susanka was not the first to argue for better-designed houses or to explain the importance of intimate, human-scaled spaces within the home. And she would agree: "I've always described myself as a child brought up on Christopher Alexander's A Pattern Language. It's a fundamental text—something we can grow from. It's a great beginning. But it would give wings to the profession if we weren't afraid to be derivative."
Her fans concur. A quote from a reader review on Amazon.com: "These are by far the best books I have seen on this topic ... Susanka is a genius, and like any good genius, she is merely stating the obvious."
Perhaps. But there's nothing "mere" about it. "The first book verbalized even more than I understood," says Susanka. "I had the sense when we were done with the process that it was going to be a big deal." And it was, because the book elucidated not just the aesthetic and functional benefits of a properly designed house, but also the emotional gratification that comes with it.
For many of her readers, grasping that connection had the power of revelation. (Just wait until they read her forthcoming book, House Therapy.) For architects, it ups the ante on what it means to design someone's house. It's not simply an aesthetic and programmatic exercise. "What most people are afraid of is that the architect will force something down their throat," she says. "But you have to understand that you are their servant. You have to enter into it with humility. The only thing you're doing is making a wonderful place for people to live."
Thanks to Sarah Susanka, a half-million more people understand that's no small accomplishment.

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|FOSCON is a free, fun gathering of Ruby fans held during an evening of O'Reilly's OSCON conference with cool presentations, food, discussions, and a live coding competition.
|Anyone interested in Ruby, whether you're just curious or a seasoned pro.
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|Wednesday, July 23, 2008 from 6pm-9pm.
|The Portland Ruby Brigade user group wants to share the joy of Ruby with you.
Preliminary schedule:
CubeSpace is right down the road from the Convention Center (directions). You can walk there in about 15 minutes, catch the #6 bus for $1.75 (exact change unless you want to lose that extra quarter), or…
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The Chattanooga Mocs volleyball team fell to 2-16 and 1-2 in the Southern Conference Friday night with a 3-1 loss to Appalachian State at Maclellan Gym. The victory for the Mountaineers ties their SoCon record with the Mocs for seventh in the standings. App. State is now 10-7 overall with the win.
The match began with Chattanooga claiming the upper-hand. A tight first set with seven tied scores and five lead changes took the team to extra points to finish the leadoff frame. While Appalachian State dominated on offense with 18 kills – a match high for both teams – Chattanooga's nine kills were able to outlast the Mountaineers' barrage 27-25.
"It was a set we shouldn't have won," Head Coach Travis Filar said. "Appalachian State played great in the first set, but we were able to hang on and get the win. Our girls showed a lot of fight and resiliency. We came out with a lot of energy and earned that one."
Leading 1-0 in the match, Chattanooga suffered a close 25-20 second-set loss in the following round. The set was tied a match-high 10 times and saw the lead change five times for the second frame in a row. The Mocs .093 hitting percentage led to the UTC downfall as the Mountaineers recorded 14 kills en route to tying the match 1-1 going into the locker room.
After the intermission, Appalachian State put up back-to-back set-wins to take the match 3-1. A 25-11 final in the third and a 25-15 victory in the fourth put the Mocs away as Chattanooga ran out of steam down the stretch.
Freshman Allie Davenport (Tyrone, Ga.) led the Mocs with seven kills and fellow freshman Kendall Sexton (Orlando, Fla.) followed up with six. Sexton was also tied for the team-lead in blocks with four along with sophomore Lauren Gainer (Boca Raton, Fla.). Both middle blockers totaled three assisted and one solo block.
Sophomore outside hitter Briana Reid (Houston, Texas) led the Chattanooga defense with 21 digs and junior libero Melissa Green (Boca Raton, Fla.) finished second with 20. Sophomore defensive specialist Catherine Chason (Alpharetta, Ga.) was Chattanooga's assists leader with 12.
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Phoenix Softball Earns Win Over Columbia
By: Andrew Gavin (@GBGavin)
KISSIMMEE, Fla. (GreenBayPhoenix.com) - Junior Ashley Nannemann (Burlington, Wis.) pitched a complete game and allowed just one run on Sunday as Green Bay (1-10) rallied past Columbia (7-6) for a 3-1 victory at the Rebel Spring Games at the Osceola Softball Complex in Kissimmee, Fla.
Nannemann pitched all seven innings against Columbia, scattering nine hits but allowed just one run and walked zero while striking out seven.
After falling behind 1-0 after a Columbia run in the second inning, Green Bay took the lead in the top of the third inning. With two outs, freshman Marissa Michalkiewicz (Appleton, Wis.) singled to left field to bring junior Shannon Butts (Greenfield, Wis.) to the plate. Butts homered to left-center field for a 2-1 Phoenix lead.
Michalkiewicz started another scoring inning in the fifth, singling to left field with one out. Sophomore Hailey Mohrfeld (Menomonee Falls, Wis.) provided another two-out RBI, singling up the middle for a 3-1 lead.
Nannemann stranded four Columbia runners over the final three innings to close out the win for Green Bay.
Michalkiewicz went 3-for-3 as the lone Phoenix player to have a multi-hit game.
In other action at the Rebel Spring Games, Green Bay fell to Utah Valley (6-2), Fairleigh Dickinson (2-1), Army (5-3), Wagner (2-1) and Albany (7-4).
The Phoenix has six games remaining at the tournament, including contests against Albany and Columbia on Tuesday, a doubleheader against Rider on Wednesday and a twinbill against Manhattan on Thursday.
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I can squat, jump or run a couple of steps without any of my gun/holster combos letting go. They still release with ease when I draw.
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Amazon shares set record after strong quarterly profit
By Alistair Barr
SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - Amazon.com Inc shares hit a record on Tuesday after it reported better-than-expected quarterly profit, fueled by the growth of higher-margin businesses during the fiercely competitive holiday quarter.
The world's largest Internet retailer said that its cloud computing services, video content sales and its aggressive expansion in e-books helped increase profitability.
In addition, a growing network of warehouses or fulfillment centers closer to customers held down shipping costs as it vied with Wal-Mart Stores Inc and other major retailers for consumer dollars over the holidays.
Chief Executive Jeff Bezos highlighted the Kindle's e-book business, calling it a multi-billion dollar category that grew about 70 percent in 2012. Its traditional physical book business rose about five percent in the same period, he noted.
"We're now seeing the transition we've been expecting," Bezos said in the company's results statement.
Profits have shrunk in recent years as the company invested for longer-term growth, building massive fulfillment centers, developing a Kindle Fire tablet hardware and digital content business in competition with Apple Inc, and expanding into Internet-based cloud services.
The fourth-quarter profit results suggested that Amazon may be able to generate attractive returns from such spending, analysts said.
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By Chris Harris
Thomas Vermaelen says Arsenal must keep their confidence levels up despite failing to produce their best form at Southampton on New Year's Day.
Arsène Wenger's side went into 2013 on a high after beating Newcastle United 7-3 but they needed an own goal from Guly Do Prado to rescue a point at St. Mary's Stadium after Gaston Ramirez had given the Saints a first-half lead.
Vermaelen voiced his concerns about Arsenal's collective defending after the match but he knows the squad must maintain its spirit ahead of a testing run of games in the FA Cup and Premier League.
"We are disappointed with the result, with the way we played, but I think we have to stay confident and the spirit has to be good all the time," Vermaelen told Arsenal Player.
"It's true [our form is good], of course we want to win every game, that's why a draw is [disappointing], but we didn't lose and before we won four games. In the league everything is really close, everybody can win against everybody. It's a tight race and we are confident.
"We didn't play our best game [against Southampton], we didn't create a lot of chances to score goals. Even the goal [we scored] wasn't a chance in my opinion. It wasn't a great afternoon.
"Wojciech had to make a few saves, I think our overall defending as a team can always be better. I think the space between the defence and our strikers was too big so they could have play their game if they wanted. We have to work on that, it has to be better."
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An international Islamist organization, Hizb ut–Tahrir or the Party of Liberation, is asking a
European court to over turn a decision of the German government to ban it from operating for a period of five years. Although, the organization is prohibited in several Middle Eastern nations, it is perfectly free to operate in Israel and in all European Union nations other than Germany. Germany claims the group has violated its own constitution and breached the "concept of international understanding." The Party of Liberation denies it is anti-semitic and emphasizes its commitment to oppose violence. Shaker Assem, spokesperson for the group in Germany, charged the German government with subverting its own principles by "banning a political group and prohibiting its thought rather than engaging in debate or intellectually challenging it."
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- 4 to 5 cups cubed peeled sweet potatoes
- 1 cup mayonnaise
- 1/3 cup orange juice
- 1 tablespoon honey
- 1 tablespoon grated orange peel
- 1/8 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon grated fresh gingerroot
- 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
- 1-1/2 cups julienned fully cooked ham
- 2 celery ribs, thinly sliced
- 1/4 cup chopped dried apricots
- 1 whole fresh pineapple
- 1 cup chopped pecans
- Place the sweet potatoes in a large saucepan and cover with water. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat; cover and simmer for 20 minutes or until tender. Drain and cool. In a large bowl, combine the mayonnaise, orange juice, honey, orange peel, salt, ginger and nutmeg. Stir in the ham, celery, apricots and sweet potatoes.
- Stand pineapple upright and cut in half vertically, leaving the top attached. Remove fruit, leaving a 1/2-in. shell. Cut fruit into chunks; stir 1 cup into the salad (save remaining fruit for another use). Cover and refrigerate salad and shells for at least 4 hours. Just before serving, stir pecans into salad. Spoon into pineapple shells. Yield: 8 servings.
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Mercedes-Benz B Class
The Mercedes B-Class offers a remarkable amount of interior space. However, it's no fun to drive and seats only five. …
There's plenty of space and practicality in both five-seat Renault Scenic and seven-seat Grand Scenic. The three rear seats can be folded or removed completely, while the additional two rearmost chairs in the Grand can be folded into the boot floor. Plenty of storage areas take care of the little things in family life.
Most trim levels are well equipped with creature comforts and all have first-class safety features, which helped earn the car a maximum five-star crash safety rating from Euro NCAP.
It's also a comfortable and pretty refined car, provided you avoid the smaller engines. The ride is supple and it feels grippy and composed in corners, albeit with a fair degree of lean in bends and precious little feel in the steering.
The gearshift is imprecise, too, but more irritating are the bulky pillars and small rear screen that are frustrating when reversing.
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The details are all the same as in the previous blog post, but I thought I'd share some cool news! Our headliners for the fest are ACxDC (straight edge power violence legends) and RESIST AND EXIST, arguably one of the most recognizable names in radical punk history.
To sum it all up, if you can be in Fresno, CA on October 15, you can table FOR FREE and catch some super good bands. I hope to see some of you there.
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The Bel-Tower is a DIY music and arts collective I co-own in Fresno, CA. We're holding a fest for our one year anniversary on October 15 (at our space, of course), and we would love to have some people table! If you have zines, music, crafts, literature, or anything else you'd like to sell and/or give out, we want you there! Tabling will be free, but we'd love it if you could kick us a couple bucks for the bands. One catch: you'll have to provide your own tables and chairs because ours are…Continue
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In this episode I talk with Paul Turner, an associate professor of ecology and evolutionary biology at Yale University.
2009 saw the emergence of a new strain of H1N1 flu. Scientists soon determined that the virus had leaped from pigs to humans and then spread to millions of people.
When viruses make this kind of leap it's a reason to worry. In 1918 when a strain of flu leapt from birds to humans, 50 million people died in a matter of months. So far the new H1N1 flu strain is behaving like a relatively ordinary flu. Still even ordinary flu is a matter of serious concern. Over 4,000 people in the US alone have died from the new H1N1 flu strain and scientists can't say for sure what it would take to turn this new strain into a global killer.
It's a sobering reminder of how mysterious virus evolution remains. Over the past century a number of viruses have made the leap from animal host to humans including SARS and HIV and scientists worry that the next great plague may be a virus that we don't even know about yet.
Paul Turner is learning how new viruses emerge by watching them evolve in his lab. Fortunately the viruses he studies don't make you sick. Instead they attack E-coli and other single celled hosts. But these viruses are teaching Turner and his colleagues about some of the fundamental rules that govern how viruses evolve to attack new hosts. Turner hopes that what he and his colleagues learn about those rules may help future generations of scientists fight against the next generation of viruses that can make us sick.


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Property Taxes Law Guide – Revision 2010
Revenue and Taxation Code
Property Taxation
Part 2. Assessment
Chapter 3. Assessment Generally
Article 1.5. Valuation of Open-Space Land Subject to an Enforceable Restriction*
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422.5. Open-space land; "enforceably restricted." For the purposes of this article, open-space land is "enforceably restricted" within the meaning of Section 8 of Article XIII of the California Constitution if it is subject to an agricultural conservation easement.
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Three Catholic men and a Catholic woman were having coffee in St. Peter's Square.
The first Catholic man tells his friends, "My son is a priest, when he walks into a room, everyone calls him Father".
The second Catholic man chirps, "My son is a Bishop, whenever he walks into a room, everyone call him Your Grace".
The third Catholic man says, "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, everyone bows their heads and calls him Your Eminence".
As the lone Catholic woman was sipping her coffee in silence, the three men give her a subtle, "Well.......?"
She proudly replies, "I have a daughter who's slim, pretty and tall and has 36DD breasts, 22" waist and 36" hips. Every time she walks into a room, all the men say Jesus Christ!!"
Hey I think I dated her daughter once upon a time!


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25174.2. Base rate; procedure for adjustment. (a) The base rate for the hazardous wastes specified in Section 25174.6 which are disposed of or submitted for disposal in the state is eighty-five dollars and twenty-four cents ($85.24) per ton for disposal of hazardous waste to land.
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[Page 365]
By Nechemia Obfal / Detroit
Translated by Gooter Goldberg
Following the German onslaught on Poland, I was mobilised into the Polish Army and took part in the battles at Różan and Wyszków near Bug River.
After the army's collapse, I exchanged the military greatcoat for ragged peasant clothing to make it easier for me to reach Kałuszyn. I covered hundreds of kilometres between ruined (Jewish) communities. In Mrozy[2], I encountered some townspeople who related about the tragic end of Kałuszyn, but what I saw with my own eyes when I entered our destroyed shtetl surpassed all I had imagined. At the edge of town stood a few cottages that looked so pitiful and orphaned, as if embarrassed by the surrounding wrecks. Here once lived thousands of Jews, creating and dreaming. Now, all was ashes and cinders mixed with the blood of eight hundred people.
Among the few remaining houses, I saw the dwelling of Yehuda Arye Slomki. Before the war it housed the meeting place of the Bund [3] and the Medem[4] Library, now all the rooms were packed with people whose household goods went up in smoke. Next to them were scattered the few salvaged bits and pieces, remnants of a shattered life. At nightfall, all is darkness. No light is switched on, and no one dares to venture outside. In the streets, one can hear the footsteps of German soldiery. The dreadful silence is now and then broken by a shot, accompanied by unrestrained hilarity, causing everyone to shudder. The night passed - at dawn, people rush out to take up a place in the queue to buy some bread. Then there are those who have no choice, but to take to the roads full of hazards to reach some village and try to earn a crust for their families. Only the women and children remain in the packed rooms waiting anxiously for their loved ones.
I set out towards the house of my childhood and youth, walking through streets where the footprints of the Angel of Death were visible. A town of scorched walls and black chimneys is this, perhaps a nightmare? Where are they, all the Jews of the shtetl the artisans, the shopkeepers, the carriers, the butchers, the carters? Where is the youth of Kałuszyn, those youngsters who carried around the vision and ideal of freedom and redemption? Where are they all? I am standing before a heap of scorched pieces of timber among which I see burned spoons and forks, pieces of a sewing machine, remnants of beds. My heart is squeezed and I feel a lump in my throat. So many dreams of beauty and justice I used to spin in this spot!
Arriving in the yard of Shloyme Royzman I find it also packed with people, lying in clusters. Between stones, fires emitted smoke and all around were scattered burned pots and bent bowls. It made an impression as if hordes of beggars invaded the town. That is what the Jews of our town now looked like!
The big synagogue stands out amid the ruins, seemingly as a reminder that here once lived a great thriving community. I reflect on the shul [5] - so many legends were spun about it. Children were scared to pass it at night and believed that demons dwelled therein. Now it was full of sad, distressed Jews and the demons were marching in the streets. Next, I see the burnt down buildings of the Talmud-Torah[6]. Will we no more know the familiar chants of lerning?[7]
I visited the makeshift hospital near the church. Beds were nowhere to be seen. A few dozen wounded writhed in pain on strewn layers of straw. I noticed Mordechai Grodjitsky, Vaysnberg's favourite writer[8]. His leg was injured, he was in agony and he told me that all his manuscripts went up in flames. Among the wounded, I also saw the ten-years-old grandson of Dina Hersh Chaims[9]. The child had been running from the flames together with his brother when the town was burning. They were hit by shrapnel, which instantly killed his sibling and tore off his own arm. Now he laid there in excruciating pain and next to him his mother, shedding tears in distress.
Many, with nothing to lose, were leaving town. No big baggage to carry one gathers a small bundle and sets off. All in the same direction, toward the Russians in Siedlce, some thirty kilometres from Kałuszyn. There were rumours that the Soviet Army would reach the Vistula River. It turned out that these rumours were no more than that - rumours. Soon the news that the Russian withdrew from Siedlce and that the border will be the Bug River and not the Vistula, caused despondency among people it meant that they would remain in the hands of the Germans.
The latter started grabbing people for forced labour, taking away everything of value. Conditions worsened increasingly. Standing in the queue for bread in front of Tokarski's bakery, I was injured in a side by a bayonet of a Gestapo man[10], a few of whom came to establish order. I could no longer remain in town and decided to leave as soon as possible. After a heart-wrenching goodbye to my loved ones I left via back lanes as if ashamed, all the while casting a glance behind. Gradually the shtetl disappeared from my view, for a while only the church spire lit by the setting sun remaining visible. Then, all vanished who knows if not forever.
Using back routes, I walk to Drogoczyn (Drohiczyn). For a small fee one can paddle across the Bug to the other side of the border, to the Soviet Army. The road is full of Jewish refugees, all walking in the same direction. One also encounters Poles engaged in robbing the fleeing people.
Finally, I arrive at the Bug. It is already quite dark; together with a group of Jews, I board a small boat. The boatman guides the vessel carefully; hearts thumping, every minute was for us an eternity. We reach the other shore. Around us complete darkness. The boatman disappears with his boat and we set off towards the specks of light coming from Drogoczyn.
On the third day after leaving Kałuszyn, I arrived in Siemiatycze. In the home of Shloyme Kuperhand who used to live in Kałuszyn, I found dozens of landslayt [11]. It is impossible to convey the touching, sincere hospitality shown by these two ordinary human beings - Shloyme Kuperhand and his wife to us, their homeless townspeople. They had for everyone a warm, consoling word as if they felt guilty not having shared with us our bitter lot. For weeks, they used to give up every evening their bed to the Kałuszyn refugees. We were so in need of comforting in those days! Let their being mentioned here serve as an expression of gratitude to two warm-hearted people (for their actions) in such unhappy times.
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[Page 367]
By Alter Zaydman
Translated by Gooter Goldberg
|Evidence given by a 13-year old,
(Yad Vashem)[2]
I still remember well the start of the German war - German warplanes bombed the railway station at Mrozy, five kilometres from Kałuszyn. Panic broke out in our town, we were forbidden from walking in the street, and people hid in cellars. Running for cover, I saw the planes diving low and setting fire to the entire length of the railway line.
The following day a bomb fell on the Jewish street close to the church. Thirty-two people were killed, all believed to be Jews they were standing in a queue in front of a shop. I saw a few dead children, their innards out. One of them Mendl, a six-year old was the son of a neighbour of ours. I recognised other corpses, an 18-year youth Yitzchok and a woman neighbour - Tcherkas was her name.
The day after, the warplanes came again. The railway line was destroyed and bombs fell in our town. A big fire broke out; people rushed from their homes and were running here and there, shouting that the Germans were burning down the whole town. The fires raged on all sides. The planes were flying low, so the Germans could see what was going on. People said that the planes were spraying petrol onto the flames to increase the fire.
My father lifted me on his arm and ran to the ice factory at the edge of town. Noach, the owner of the factory was our relative. There was a house of stone there, and plenty of water. We went down into the cellar where they used to make ice. There were many people there. Suddenly we heard shouting and noticed that the fire was closing in on the factory. My father threw open the door and we barely managed to get out. The air was glowing and the hair on one's head was singed. There was nowhere to run the whole town was on fire. My father disappeared and my older brother Avrum, the 14-year old pulled me to the fields out-of-town. We spent a whole day in the field, looking at the burning town. The fire was so big that at nighttime, the area was fully lit and you could see what went on around. In the ditches and holes in the ground were many children who cried of hunger. One Jew ran into a village and brought back some apples, one for each child. There was also a baby, a few months old, swaddled in diapers and without his mum. His crying moved the people until some other mother with a child of her own came over and breastfed the orphaned baby.
On the morning of the third day, you could see only clouds of smoke above the town and my brother and I went back to see what happened to our house. The streets were unrecognizable, all looked the same smoking ruins and blackened chimneys. Horse carcasses lay everywhere and the stench was awful. Many people also were incinerated the fire spread so quickly that there was no time to rescue the old and the sick. We were trying for a long time to find the little street were we lived, and only seeing the well on the edge of our street, were we able to find the ruin that was once our home. We started to pull down the bricks and pieces of coal and my brother shouted with joy that he found my father's burned sewing machine. My father was a tailor and this machine was his only treasure. We kept on digging and found a few cooking pots. That was all that was left of our home. And so it was all over town. Only a few managed to salvage some linen. There were some who tried to save something from the blazing houses and were burned to death. One Lantzky, a milkman was so badly scalded trying to save his things that he died in agony two weeks later.
Whilst we were searching in the ruins my uncle came running and screamed that our grandfather was burned to death. The grandfather my mother's father eighty years old and blind, lived on the second floor in one of the houses. All his sons thought that he got away together with us, but he in fact was at home near the new beis-medresh[3]. For three days uncle Hershl was searching among the piles of bricks until he found grandfather's bones. We gathered them into a sack and later buried them. Another person, a bedridden woman also perished in the flames. The Germans kept pouring petrol and all the houses burned like firewood. The Torah[4] scrolls in the new beis-medresh and in the shtibls[5] were also destroyed.
The whole town was one huge ruin. Only at the end of the Warsaw Street, there remained a few houses and a beis-medresh. All the survivors ran there. That is where I also found my father. The beis-medresh was terribly crowded. People almost lay there on top of each other. Little children were screaming, and the bigger ones ran amid the still smouldering ruins looking for spoons and other dishes.
Finally the Germans entered the town. Earlier the Poles repelled them. That happened while we were sheltering in the fields when the town burned. Then many tanks arrived and the Germans occupied the town. As soon as they arrived, they started to run around screaming: Jude, Jude. The commandant ordered to gather all Poles and Jews in the church, which was not destroyed. We children were also driven into the church. I saw a German tearing the beard of old Rebbe[6] Naftole and pushing him inside. On the way, we trampled over the dead that were still bleeding. These were the first Jews the Germans had shot. Inside the church all had to stand with the hands up. The Germans searched everybody, and everything they found, even a small pocketknife they took away, beating up the people. Everyone believed that the Germans would blow up the church and kill everybody.
One of the officers enjoyed himself with a special game: he collected from among the crowd about twenty Jews and lined them up against a partly destroyed wall of one of the burned houses. A German tank fired a shot aiming at the wall. The wall collapsed backwards, but miraculously no one was killed, a few suffering only minor wounds.
Towards the evening arrived the mayor and negotiated with the Germans for the release of the women and children. When we were allowed to leave it was already nighttime, but the still burning fires partly lit up the darkness.
The men were freed the next morning, but all Jews were made to do forced labour. My father was busy all the time burying the dead found in the ruins. The bodies were broken, the limbs scattered. Carts were loaded full with bodies. I saw one such wagon with arms and legs hanging down. The Germans ordered the Jews hitched to and pull the wagons. They whipped the Jews with lashes forcing them to run with the wagons, whilst the Germans were bursting with laughter.
There was hunger in town. People told of carriages with all sorts of goods left by the retreating Polish army, standing at the rail station at Mrozy. We all went there, got close at night when the Germans were not about and took whatever we could. There were there cigarettes, sacks of rice, tinned food, and so forth. People were saying that in the sealed carriage were heaps of money in 50 and 100 złoty notes. I went inside one of the carriages and found a Polish air force uniform. I took it. I also found a real treasure stale army bread and took two big loaves. On my way back I saw a German, and I quickly got rid of the bread.
There was no way now to make a living in our town. On top of that, there were arriving all the time groups of refugees from other places. The Germans were horribly beating up people, cutting beards with their bayonets. (I came across only one good German he came to our neighbour Mendl the cobbler and paid him for mending his shoes. At the same time, he treated my father to a cigar).
My father saw that there was nothing to hope for in town and decided to escape to Russia. My mother had not been in Kałuszyn all that time. Before the outbreak of the war, she went to Warsaw, was unable to return and stayed there with a relative of ours.
My father first crossed the border by himself, and my brother and I stayed with our neighbour Mendl the shoemaker. Father went to Volkovysk and found work there. He then sent someone to take us over the border. When we set out it was already winter, a little boat overturned and people fell into the river. The gentile who was ferrying our boat stopped it midway, threatening to leave us there unless we give him more money. We were forced to hand him over all our money. After we got to the other side of the river and into a thick forest, we could see the Russians lighting up the area with rockets. Luckily, no one saw us and we arrived safely to our father in Volkovysk. We stayed there until we were arrested and deported to Siberia.
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[Page 372]
By Yankev Kener
(From the book Kvershnit[2])
Translated by Gooter Goldberg
The whole day Thursday, the 7th of September a countless human mass stretching for about 80 to 100 kilometres, moved along the road to Mińsk and Kałuszyn on one side, and in the direction of Lublin on the other. Men lost their wives and women their children. The shouting and screaming reached the heavens. The escapees threw away their shoes and ran on their torn bare feet. A devoted son pushed along his old mother in a pram. A young mother carried in a wad her six months old baby; running in fear and without rest she suddenly realized that her child fell off the cushion. - Where's my baby? - She lamented Where's my wife? echoed from a distance the cry of a desperate young man
The road was covered with overcoats, shoes and all sorts of bundles discarded by the fleeing mass in order to lighten the flight. People ran over the dropped from exhaustion bodies and trampled them without mercy. When the mass spotted a well, it fell on it like a pack of wolves, like a swarm of locusts - not at all like thirsty human beings. There was a lot of pushing and shoving and virtually tearing the sip of water from each other's mouth Above, over our heads flew the savage birds of steel, the German planes that were spewing flames, incendiary bombs with which they set fire to the surrounding villages; bombs that exploded on impact killing thousands of people - those walking as well as those riding in cars or carriages.
Not all those fleeing had the strength or the courage to continue the flight. Many, quite a lot of them turned around to get back to Warsaw. The following days, the further we were from Warsaw the more often we encountered crowds of Jews fleeing from the towns that were our destination. They were telling us that their towns were burning, their houses in ruin, and that the German planes were sowing death and destruction.
What happened on Friday, the 8th of September, on the road from Mińsk-Mazowiecki to Kałuszyn, was the most horrible experience that the refugees had lived through. Left and right people dropped like flies. Villages and little woods on both sides of the highway were in flames. We were lying flat on the ground, in the mud, hoping to stay invisible to the planes, but the falling bombs exploded around us with a force that lifted us up only to slam us down with equal power
Exhausted, bespattered with the blood of the wounded among us, utterly resigned, our nerves shattered to the point of madness, but having nevertheless miraculously survived - we reached Kałuszyn. There we were met by the local Jews - the poor toilers, the workers and shopkeepers, the cart-drivers and traders, the enlightened ones and the pious, the old ones and the youths. They stood outside the thresholds of their humble cottages inviting us all, the thousands of refugees - almost dragging us inside, offering water and towels, their Sabbath meals, their beds, their lofts, so that we could rest our weary bones and relax our taut nerves.
That Saturday, the 9th of September 1939 was plainly a spoilt Sabbath. On the backyard of the Kałuszyn synagogue laid quite a few covered dead bodies, brought in from the outskirts by the chevre[3] chesed-shel-emes[4]. Those were the corpses of people, civilian refugees already close to Kałuszyn and killed en masse by the German bombers
The Jewish bakeries, with the local rabbi's approval worked all day on that Sabbath to feed the hungry throng. Above the roofs of the shtetl[5], in which at that time there was not even a single Polish soldier, buzzed the steel birds of prey, striking terror into the hearts of young and old. The Angel of Death swept in the air insolently baring his teeth in evil anticipation The feeling was abroad that the coming days would be even more horrible than the inferno experienced so far. Fearing the worst, the thousands of refugees left the town in droves under the protective wings of twilight.
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[Page 374]
By Zygmunt Turkow[2]/Tel-Aviv
Translated by Gooter Goldberg
|Zygmunt Turkow
At dawn I finished digging trenches around Warsaw. This was supposed to stop the German tanks from capturing Poland's capital
When I arrived home, exhausted and covered in dust I was met with astonishment: what are you still doing here? All men have already left town an order from the authorities that everybody capable of bearing arms must leave Warsaw
There was no time for arguing Over the radio came the monotonous, macabre announcement: Hallo, hallo, they are approaching The speaker did not manage to complete the warning as distant explosions could be heard. He as usually was late with the advice. The German bombs preceded his caution
People ran to the cellars; shuffled along close to the walls. I grabbed my rucksack packed in advance, put it on my back, bid a quick goodbye and set out in a run.
The weariness dissipated as if I had not spent the night fortifying Warsaw.
You meet acquaintances, friends, relatives. Everybody is running - no time to stop
The speaker is hoarse Hallo, approaching The exploded German bombs made him husky. Soon he was silent altogether.
The city runs Whilst running, one asks the question: where to? No one waits for an answer.
Come with me!
Where to?
To the Bug[3]
No, it's no good. The running continues. Overnight all became strategists. There are those who know for certain. Then, not everybody wants to share his certain information. Secrets. At most, the brusque invitation: Come with us! You keep on running
There is no one whom to ask any more. The streets are empty. I am one of the last runners. Presently, I am already at the bridge. On both sides machine-guns that aim at the German planes. You do not see them, the German destroyers; you only hear the explosions of their bombs - some sort of satanic laughter in response to the pitiful Polish anti-aircraft artillery.
The bridge seems to be the immediate target. There are no people on it. No one dares to enter one could be hit midway, such a long bridge.
In front of the bridge stands a peasant woman with a small child in her arms. Both shiver, both cry. They came as usual to sell something in town and were cut off from home. Mother and child are standing there facing death.
I walk up to the woman, grab the child and shout, Run after me! And dash onto the bridge. She follows. In a flash, we crossed to Praga[4]. The mother tries to kiss my hands. I say - May God watch over you and hand her back the child. I feel relieved and continue running. From all sides men move towards the highway. Now and then, you see a woman following. I join the flow. The highway is packed with people and machines. Army trucks, artillery, private cars, peasant carts and people like ants between them and around them Everything is moving in a panic to arrive sooner far away! Where to? No time to think. Above all furthest from Warsaw!
You run into acquaintances: where to come along! Brest[5] Białystok it will be all right
Turkow, my friend, we're going to Pinsk[6], climb on the wagon
Before I manage to push through, the highway empties of people. All run into the woods on either side of the road and fall to the ground each as if trying to hide under the other.
A plane gratingly cuts through the deadly silence. Its machine-guns whistle piercingly. I bury myself under my rucksack. Still, curiosity gets the better of fear and I steal a glance upwards I can see clearly the face of the German gunner. He sits with his back towards the pilot and sprays on us with his machine-gun. He quickly disappears, replaced by another I can hear moaning. Somebody whispers the confession before death Someone calls somebody. People touch their clothing. The lucky ones run again, some stay put groaning. Others are silenced forever. I keep on running.
So, the first day of running went without making one feel weariness or hunger these sensations become atrophied when one faces danger, they are replaced with a remarkable impetus, with an inexhaustible urge to live.
Before long - night falls. The planes are not heard any more. One begins to look around a township in the distance.
Where about are we?
Here we will spend the night.
Someone calls me. Come and see, in the forest the writer Horontchik committed suicide his son got lost, he could not face it
Is he still alive?
I move towards the shtetl - on the way meet my friend Dovid Birnboym. Together it is easier, especially with Birnboym, who even during this nightmarish flight has not lost his sense of humour: I don't like the première, it goes on without end.
Where are you going, Mr. Turkow? A Jew standing in front of his shop asks.
Who knows? we're just going. I catch my breath and am about to move on.
The man invites us in for a drink. He offers to put us up for the night: it is dangerous now on the roads. They won't harm Kałuszyn. Sleep over and tomorrow at dawn you can go on your way.
He leads us upstairs into a room above the shop. A clean middle-class Jewish home. Two beds, doonas, pillows, cosy. He brings for us a bowl of cold water that brings relief to the bruised feet an unexpected delight.
We crawl under the doonas. Birnboym smiles contentedly: Turkow my friend, did you expect such a guest performance in Kałuszyn?
Not waiting for an answer, he began snoring with abandon.
From outside one can hear marching feet, the screeching of wagons, shouted clipped messages agreed passwords not to lose someone in the flight. And footsteps, footsteps
You fall asleep and sense that your legs keep on walking, carry you further further footsteps, footsteps
Suddenly - an earthquake! All at once, you feel yourself thrown into the air. It lifts you in a flash and slams you to the ground. A pain in the leg, next to you Birnboym with a bleeding nose. Slowly we begin to comprehend what happened a German bomb greeted Kałuszyn with a wakeup call.
It was aimed at a bread queue in front of a bakery. Bullseye!
Our house was far enough from the bakery, but shared the lot of the whole town.
We are in flight again.
Dear Jews of Kałuszyn! Thank you for the last cosy homelike bed in those days.
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[Page 393]
By The Brothers Shinolentzky / Ramle
Translated by Gooter Goldberg
|The Brothers Shinolentzky in Fernwald
(Germany, after the liberation G.G.)
Among the Jews that were driven to Mrozy towards the death wagons that were to take them to Treblinka[2] on the sad day at the end of summer 1942, was the family Shinolentzky Yankl (Tsubik), his wife Tsirl and the four children: Naftole 15 years, Dovid -13, Yisroel one and Yecheskel four. We already knew then what Treblinka meant. Some time before, our father expecting what may happen, gave a large sum of money to a Christian for him to save us.
We already went through a number of Aktions [3] and had experience how to escape. When we were once picked up with other Kałuszyn youths and taken via Siedlce[4] to Monkebid (?) to break up boulders with threats to be shot on the slightest pretext we escaped. Therefore, on the way to Mrozy, our parents persuaded us to save ourselves and we decided to escape.
We went up to a Polish policeman and asked him to let us look for a drink. After putting some distance between him and us, we plucked some grass, covered ourselves and later moved in the direction of the village Olszewice (near Kałuszyn) where only three families lived. The head of one, the Christian who took money from my father refused to become our saviour. He returned the money, and the same night we went into the forest, all the while hearing the shootings in Mrozy, where the Jews of Kałuszyn were squeezed into the lime covered wagons bound for Treblinka.
Our biggest worry was the four-years-old little brother Yecheskel, who cried for Mum and Dad and begged for a warm bed. More than once, we had to leave him alone at the edge of the forest. We went on various operations and he was staying behind with a trench coat covering his body and eyes, full of fright at the sound of the leaves.
In 1943 we were joined by two Jews who escaped from Treblinka following the uprising there. Unfortunately, they did not stay long. The same week one of them went with my brother Yisroel to obtain food. The peasants handed them over to the police and we found both of them shot, their hands tied behind. The second Treblinka escapee lost his life when he refused to hand over his gold denture to a Gentile, who in further retribution informed the Germans about our hiding place. On a rainy day, when we were roasting potatoes the Germans surrounded our bunker. We quickly abandoned it, running under gunfire over a hill. Nighttime we found the Treblinka man shot near the blown up bunker.
News about Kałuszyn reached us in forest. We knew when exactly the last Jews were driven from our town, how they were collected from the entire area and how they were lured from their hiding places. We managed to avoid all that and in 1944, we met some of our townspeople in the forest in rather strange circumstances.
After our bunker was destroyed, we moved into the Kuflew area. Once walking in the forest, we suddenly saw an armed tall German. We quickly took up combat positions and to our great surprise, the German called out in a familiar Yiddish: Come here, I'm a Kałuszyn Jew! Still, we demanded that he lay down his weapon. He turned out to be Yehoshua Berman dressed in a German uniform. It transpired that there was in these parts a strong partisan unit whose leader was a teacher. After the landsman [5] brought us to his unit, he took to heart our plight. We looked rather pitiful emaciated boys, in rags and tatters almost like children, with short rifles over the shoulders, (we shortened the barrels to make the rifles lighter). The first night the commander ordered a special operation to obtain clothes for us. Thereafter, an interesting active life began for us.
Our assignment was to mine the railway line between Siedlce and Cegłów. We were involved in this work until the end of the war.
After the liberation, we tried to join the Polish Army, but the doctor attached to the conscription commission sent us home to recuperate. On arrival home to Kałuszyn the local Gentiles gave us a warm welcome by murdering Shmul Lev and it became clear to us that we have to move on[6].
The same week we crossed the Czech border, and with great difficulty arrived illegally in (the Land of) Israel, where we had the privilege to take part in the War of Independence.
|Dovid Shinolentzky with partisans in hospital after the liberation
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By Laybl and Efraim Shtchapovitch / Yaffo, Israel
Translated by Gooter Goldberg
In the month of Kislev 1942[2] took place the final Aktion [3] in Kałuszyn. The last 100 souls of our town were locked into the train wagons, the floors of which were covered with lime. Many tried to save themselves, jumped from the train, and were shot by the German guards. We the two brothers Laybl and Efraim Shtchapovitch, survived. We jumped separately, at a distance of a few kilometres from each other and joined up afterwards. Both sides of the railway line were strewn with the bodies of tens of our murdered townspeople. I[4] was wounded in the head, my brother in the legs. He was unable to walk I carried him and we went into the forest. There we stayed hidden for 24 hours without food or water. At dawn, we went to a gentile acquaintance, Strychalski, not far from Shedletz. We knocked on his door and he took pity on us, dishevelled and barefoot as we were, and let us into his house. He agreed to keep us for a few hours (only). We started to weep and begged him to give us (permanent) shelter. He took us to a loft of a barn for horses and cattle and told us to cover ourselves well with straw. We did so, and every night he brought us bread, potatoes and water.
We lay hidden on the loft for about three months until a German officer was billeted in Spychalski's house, and soldiers started to come and exercise on the yard in front of the house. We were very frightened, but Strychalski used to reassure us that we were more secure than before since no one would imagine that he could now be hiding Jews. After the three months, the German officer was sent to the front. We stayed on there for some time and then the gentile, our landlord let us know that we would have to leave, in view of the large-scale raids (that were taking place). He promised to help us any way he could. Next morning, as we were preparing to leave, there arrived a few cars with Germans, who began a search. The gentile quickly came up to the loft and covered us with so much straw that we almost choked to death. The Germans searched all day and departed by nightfall. Not far from us, they found two Jews hiding in the forest, and shot them forthwith (one of them a cousin of ours, Noach Zelivski from Boymie). When the Germans searched at Strychalski's and asked whether he was hiding Jews, he said that he was a Volksdeutsche [5] and had already killed quite a few Jews himself. The Germans accepted his reply and left Strychalski's yard.
We had a narrow escape, but could not stay there anymore. The gentile was afraid and asked us to leave promising that he will always help us. He gave us all sorts of provisions for the road; we thanked him very much, bade him a hearty good-bye and left at nighttime for the forest, some six kilometres from Strychalski's property.
Deep in the woods, in the midst of the thick vegetation we straight away started to make a dugout, one and a half meters deep and two meters (squared). We were digging the whole night and at dawn gathered twigs and straw to cover our hiding-place. We remained in the dugout throughout the winter during the snowfall and frosts, without warm clothes, and did not dare to move until the provisions that we brought into the forest ran out. From time to time we would venture at night to Strychalski's, our former landlord, pick up some food and return in darkness to the forest.
Walking in the woods, we once came upon two corpses. These were the bodies of Dvoyra, (Mordche Boymier's daughter) and her nephew Tovye. They were hiding here, and were shot after gentiles betrayed them. We buried them in the forest.
In the forest we also met a family known to us Eliezer (Luzer) Rotbart, his wife and three little daughters. They were hiding not far from us, and since there were frequent raids in the entire area, we consulted on how to find more secure hiding places. We decided to meet up again, but never did. The day after our meeting a series of massive raids began. The Germans came with sniffer dogs and found the family Rotbart. They found the father first, and shot him. His wife, Yocheved and the older daughter Sima, unable to control their grief on seeing Eliezer being murdered came crying off the tree on which they were hiding. They too, were shot on the spot. The two younger daughters, Chava and Necha survived. (Chana is now in Russia, Necha in America).
A few days following that Aktion we again went to Strychalski to get some provisions. He became very concerned about our situation, inquired where we were settled, and we trusting him to the hilt told him everything. Some time afterwards, in daylight, lying in the dugout we heard trees being cut down in the forest. It was Strychalski. He especially came to the woods to cut down trees in order to induce us to move from these parts because the gentiles[6], his neighbours, denounced him to the Germans that he was hiding Jews. The path to our dugout was already cleared, our dread was growing, and at night I dreamt that the Germans were getting close and someone was warning us that danger was approaching. I woke my brother and we left. We were hiding out in the bushes some 50 metres from our dugout, and at sunrise we noticed two Volksdeutsche and a son of Strychalski closing in on our abandoned hiding place. Suddenly we heard an explosion they tossed in a few grenades. On discovering that we were not there anymore, they began searching the woods and were getting closer to us. We could hear their words - they could not comprehend how and when we could have gotten away, and they continued searching. We both decided that we had nothing to lose, and in case that they got too close we would shoot them. Our entire armoury consisted of one small hunting rifle and thirty bullets. This we got from a Christian acquaintance Czarniecki, and had it already hidden on Strychalski's loft without his knowledge. For two hours the Germans and Strychalski's son were searching, they got as close as about 15 metres from us, but found nothing. Enraged, they left the forest.
The whole day we hid among the dense bushes, and during the night we went to Strychalski. Seeing us armed, he became frightened, feigned joy at our coming and began telling us about the big raid that took place that day, and how (the Germans) were looking for us at his house. We told him that we knew everything - that his son and two Volksdeutsche tried to murder us during the day. We reproached him for - after having looked after us all that time he was now trying to kill us at the last minute, when the situation at the front was changing, and there was a real chance of our survival. He started to beg for mercy insisting that it was not his fault - that what his son had been doing was without his knowledge, and that he was still willing to help us. Fearfully, he quickly brought out a loaf of bread and two bottles of milk. We took it and left...
We went about three kilometres, near the village Potrovina and hid in the rye. It was harvest time, but the owner of the field decided not to cut until the Russians arrived. The Soviet army was getting closer.
We spent three weeks in the field. There we came across an eighty-year-old shepherd, who tended his flock not far from our hideout. He brought us food every day, and was always willing to help. Suddenly there was a big downpour. It was raining non-stop for two days. The earth became soaked, and we were forced to come out of the rye. We went into a barn to sit out the night when a few Ukrainians arrived looking for Jews. They got quite close, but did not discover us. Hidden under hay we could hear them robbing the peasant. They then left. We recited Psalms, quickly left the barn and went back to hide in the rye. That was the 25th of July 1944.
We lay on the soaked ground in the rye for two days without food or drink and had not seen the old shepherd any more. The battles raged more fiercely. We were in a vice between the Germans and the Russians and were afraid to get up and out (of the rye field).
The morning of the 27th of July we saw a Christian woman coming towards us with food. She announced the great news of our deliverance and that the Russians were already in the village - they even drank milk there. We were brought into a courtyard and given new clothes. We were very bedraggled and rather depressed. However, little by little we began to feel reborn and started to get used to the freedom, which was miraculously given back to us.
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The Times, They Ain't a-Changing: Why the N.Y. Times Is No Longer a Real Newspaper
posted at 5:35 am on June 25, 2012 by Dafydd ab Hugh
At some point in the distant past, I'm sure the New York Times must have rightly been considered a real newspaper, if not a great one. It still brags of being "America's newspaper of record," serving up "all the news that's fit to print," according to their pompous and self-delusional motto.
But the rag long ago ceased even to pretend to objectivity or journalistic integrity; over the decades, it twisted itself into nought but a mouthpiece megaphone for millionaire liberals, retweeting any cockamamie policy pronunciamento issuing from the current leaders of the Democratic Party. (Which, for many years now, has generally been the most ideologically radical-Left branch of that party.)
The Times has become Garrett Morris on the old Saturday Night Live, cupping his hands and bellowing — for the supposed benefit of hearing-impaired viewers — "OUR TOP STORY TONIGHT…!"
But what could have happened to bring that East-Coast bundle of pulp paper and squid ink to such a sorry state? Here, Exhibit A: The Times' fawning, hagiographic "report" on the ascension of Islamist Mohamed Morsi, long the number-two policy maker in the Muslim Brotherhood, to the presidency of Egypt. The article spans three screens of webness — yet never once gets around to analyzing what the Brotherhood is and what sort of government it demands.
Readers know they're in trouble from the very first words of this piece of — of journalistic malpractice:
Egypt's military rulers on Sunday officially recognized Mohamed Morsi of the Muslim Brotherhood as the winner of Egypt's first competitive presidential election, handing the Islamists both a symbolic triumph and a potent weapon in their struggle for power against the country's senior generals.
Mr. Morsi, 60, an American-trained engineer and a former Egyptian lawmaker, is the first Islamist elected as head of an Arab state. But 16 months after the military took over at the ouster of President Hosni Mubarak, Mr. Morsi's victory is an ambiguous milestone in Egypt's promised transition to democracy.
Why an "ambiguous" milestone? Is the Times going to tell us that Morsi and the Muslim Brotherhood support and abet terrorist bombings in order to bring about a radical-Islamist theocracy, as in Iran? That it calls for a Sharia-based theocracy to rule Egypt? That is has threatened to renege on the Camp David Accords, which ended (everyone thought) the multidecadal war between Egypt and Israel? No; the Times has in mind a very different impediment to true democracy:
After a week of doubts, delays and fears of a coup since a public ballot count showed Mr. Morsi ahead, the generals have showed a measure of respect for some core elements of electoral democracy — they have accepted a political opponent over their ally, former Gen. Ahmed Shafik, after a vote that international monitors said was credible.
Boiled down, the editors and writers at the Times were terrified that those rightwing generals would snuff out the flame of freedom being unleashed by the radical Islamists in the Muslim Brotherhood. But the military failed to attempt the expected coup d'état… what a relief! Now we'll have heaven on Earth in the Middle East!
This paragraph sets the tone for the rest of the article, casting Mohamed Morsi in the role of William Wallace from Mel Gibson's Braveheart, revolting against a brutal military dictatorship, yet demanding only freedom, civil liberties, and the impartial rule of law. The generals who have ruled Egypt since former president and dictator Hosni Mubarik was ousted are the bad guys, you see — which of course they are. But, reasons the Times (though I use "reasoned" advisedly), if the generals are bad guys, then surely their enemies, the Muslim Brothers, must be the good guys! Why, they can't both be bad guys; that wouldn't make sense.
That is, it wouldn't make sense to an adolescent mind simmered in the witches brew of pop-culture dualism, which fairly describes the typical New-York liberal: Bad guys are opposed by good guys; it follows that the enemy of my enemy must be my brother… or in this case, my Muslim Brother.
Throughout the piece, Morsi and the top ranks of the Jamʿiyyat al-Ikhwan al-Muslimin (a.k.a., the Muslim Brotherhood), including Morsi's mentor, Khairat el-Shater, are invariably referred to as leaders, democratically elected, discriminated against, yearning only for the freedom to practice their own religion; while those who oppose the Ikhwan, theocracy, radical Islamism, honor killings, and the like receive instead epithets such as rulers, dictators, and strongmen. The Ikhwan are portrayed like unto the patriotic, colonial American Congress, struggling against the wicked and arbitrary dictatorship of King George III; this election is the Nile equivalent of the American Revolutionary War; and Morsi is George Washington.
The reality is more ambiguous and shady and far less black and white.
(Sidebar: When liberals rail against the "black and white thinking" of the Right, they are projecting their own foibles upon their disputants. The Right, not the Left, is better able to distinguish shades of gray and even color, rather than see a stark contrast between good and evil — the "1% vs. the 99%," for one glaring and very current example.)
Flushed down the memory hole is the inconvenient truth that the Ikhwan was founded in 1928 as a fascist militant organization fighting against British rule of Egypt; since then, it has frequently denounced in words, yet equally frequently embraced in deeds, terrorism, authoritarianism, perpetual and unnecessary war, endless assassinations, extortion, bribery, and brutal, Quran-based totalitarianism. It has also spawned many murderous terrorist offshoots (spiritually, politically, or both), including Hamas, Islamic Jihad, and al-Qaeda. Bin Laden complained that the Ikhwan's principles were sound, but they weren't ruthless enough in execution.
Typically, angry and aggrieved Moslems join the Ikhwan, become thoroughly radicalized and Islamisized, then become impatient and found their own, more violent organizations; Ayman al-Zawahiri, al-Qaeda's former Number Two and now likely the spiritual leader (and still at large), exemplifies this pattern.
The Wikipedia article on the MB is somewhat tepid, attempting to be non-judgmental; but even so, it cannot help but note a few facts that seem to have flown below the New York Times' radar:
The Brotherhood's credo was and is, "God is our objective; the Quran is our law, the Prophet is our leader; Jihad is our way; and death for the sake of God is the highest of our aspirations." The Brotherhood's English language website describes the "principles of the Muslim Brotherhood" as including firstly the introduction of the Islamic Shari`ah as "the basis controlling the affairs of state and society;" and secondly work to unify "Islamic countries and states, mainly among the Arab states, and liberating them from foreign imperialism".
Note that by "foreign imperialism," they do not merely mean occupation by other nations; they apply the same label to anyone, even a native, who is insufficiently radical in his Islamism, or who has too great a committment to true democracy, to individual liberty, to Capitalism, or to religious freedom. If the Ikhwan ever gets enough votes to fully control Egypt, look for that election to be the last they ever see, or at least the last free and fair election. Once the Muslim Brotherhood scales the heights, they'll pull the ladder up behind them.
They also fundamentally reject freedom of the press; the Ikhwan believe that the only rightly-guided purpose of the press is to indoctrinate all in the ways of the Quran and how to implement them in sharia law… a point the Times might consider and reconsider as it cheers on the Brotherhood's mounting success.
And of course, the Ikhwan also believes in dissembling about its real beliefs, like Yasser Arafat, the Brotherhood uses the hoary, old, but repeatedly effective PLO trick of disseminating an English-language version of its charter — full of paeons to Western freedoms — while keeping the true, Arabic-language version hidden away from Western eyes, and stuffed chock-a-block with repression, violence, hatred, racism, terrorism, and absolute intolerance.
Speaking of which, here is Muslim Brotherhood spokesman, Dr. Mohamed El-Sayed Habib, First Deputy of the Chairman of the Muslim Brotherhood, interviewed on Ikhwanweb, the official website of the Ikhwan; he enunciates the party line in the FAQ:
We believe that the political reform is the true and natural gateway for all other kinds of reform. We have announced our acceptance of democracy that acknowledges political pluralism, the peaceful rotation of power and the fact that the nation is the source of all powers. As we see it, political reform includes the termination of the state of emergency, restoring public freedoms, including the right to establish political parties, whatever their tendencies may be, and the freedom of the press, freedom of criticism and thought, freedom of peaceful demonstrations, freedom of assembly, etc.
How freedom-minded of them! But Habib continues in the same question:
It also includes the dismantling of all exceptional courts and the annulment of all exceptional laws, establishing the independence of the judiciary, enabling the judiciary to fully and truly supervise general elections so as to ensure that they authentically express people's will, removing all obstacles that restrict the functioning of civil society organizations, etc.
Somehow that lofty pronouncement seems to be in a bit of tension with the Ikhwan's stated goal of enshrining Sharia law as "the basis controlling the affairs of state and society." That is to say, turning Egypt into a totalitarian theocracy run of, by, and for militant radical Islamists — where everybody else is relegated to the second-class status of dhimmi; where women can be slain out of hand by their fathers or husbands for any insult to the family honor, real or imagined; where the charge of takfir (un-Moslem), true or false, opens the accused to penalties ranging from looting his assets to torture to slavery to summary execution by stoning; where infidels are without rights in their own lands — and where "infidel" can mean little more than supporting a different sect of radical Islamism than the leaders support; and where one and only one religion is given dominion over the people — certainly appears to be a prime example of "exceptional laws," and Sharia courts are hardly a bastion of an independent judiciary.
Yet the Times has discover none of this; or else, having discovered it, has quickly disowned it, blotted it out, as conflicting with the pre-cooked narrative, "the way things ought to be." They stubbornly persist in seeing the world through a prism of good liberals, such as Mohamed Morsi, Khairat el-Shater, and Dr. Habib, engaged in eternal struggle against wicked tyrants, bandits, fraudsters, "patriots," and religious fanatics — such as Rep. Paul Ryan (R-WI, 80%), the Koch brothers, and Soon-to-Be-President Mitt Romney.
It is for that utter blindness to any fact that fails to fit — hence is not "fit to print" — that thinking people on both Left and Right have abandoned the pinched and drained paper of Pinch Sulzberger. They are now demanding, typically from online news sources, something, anything, with more depth and breadth, sophisticated news analysis, and a relatively unbiased outlook than has been found in the Times for donkeys' years.
Something like, say, Highlights, or the Weekly Reader.
Cross-posted on Big Lizards…


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By Rob Kelly
Arsène Wenger says that while he would love to extend Thierry Henry's loan spell, the striker must return to New York Red Bulls on February 16.
Arsenal's all-time record goalscorer has enjoyed a successful return to the Club, scoring twice in five appearances including the memorable winner against Leeds in the FA Cup third round.
But with the Red Bulls due to play their first game of the new Major League Soccer season on March 11, Henry must head back to the United States for pre-season training.
"There is clarification, it will be February 16 [when he returns]. The day after the game in Milan," Wenger said.
"I would have loved him to stay for two more weeks but he has to go back. He is captain of the Red Bulls, so just to appear on the first day of the season would be unfair to them.
"We accepted at the start that we would release him on February 16 so we respect our word. He thinks as well that it would be too late [to remain for two more weeks]."
Wenger has been delighted with the "fantastic" impact Henry has made since his return to the Club, both on and off the pitch.
"He was happy to be here and all the players were happy to have him around," he said.
"In training he looks better every week. He is now back to a fitness level comparable to all the other players. His movement in training makes me think it is a shame he does not play for the national team anymore."Copyright 2017 The Arsenal Football Club plc. Permission to use quotations from this article is granted subject to appropriate credit being given to www.arsenal.com as the source


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Property Taxes Law Guide – Revision 2010
Government Code Provisions
Provisions Relating to the California Land Conservation Act of 1965 (The Williamson Act)
Chapter 7. Agricultural Land*
Article 2.5. Agricultural Preserves†
Section 51237
51237. Filing of map and resolution. Whenever an agricultural preserve is established, and so long as it shall be in effect, a map of such agricultural preserve and the resolution under which the preserve was established shall be filed and kept current by the city or county with the county recorder.
History.—Stats. 1971, p. 1811, in effect March 4, 1972, deleted "and the Director of Agriculture" from the first sentence.
* Unless otherwise noted Chapter 7 was added by Stats. 1965, p. 3377, in effect September 17, 1965.
† Article 2.5 was added by Stats. 1969, p. 2806, in effect November 10, 1969.


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A lot of emerging companies think they've "arrived" when they've launched their first analyst briefing "tour." Oftentimes, these start-ups have very small to no marketing function internally, instead turning to outside agencies for public relations, marketing communications, and of course, the debut to the analyst influencers. These small firms feel confident that once they've placed themselves in the hands of the seemingly capable agencies, they'll get all the ink and influence needed to execute the hockey-stick growth curve they've presented to their board and investors. The agency then scurries off, schedules a bunch of analyst briefings, and gives themselves a big pat on the back: mission accomplished! The appointed briefing time comes, the firm's show dog delivers the pitch, and then. . . the promise of a successful briefing fizzles.
Earlier this week, I had a briefing with just such a start-up. The agency dutifully sent me the slides in advance and, as analysts are inclined to do, I took a look. . . and was left wondering just what value this agency was providing to this client. Why? The slide deck, while short, did nothing to sell this company to me, the analyst. Here's the start-up's value proposition:
To this end, Company X seeks to design a system leveraging the latest technologies and utilizing a common processing engine and user interface to provide an integrated, easy-to-use, cost effective solution for financial institution.
The start-up's strategic direction?
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The University of the Ozarks competed in the Kimberly Clark case study event held on Friday, February 24 in Rogers. Our team consisted of Miguel Vasquez, Jorge Dieguez, Sergio Quiroz, Jose Barahona, and Alfredo Garcia.
The teams in the competition were given a case to evaluate, then were asked to develop a SWOT analysis, evaluate all possible alternatives, make specific recommendations, and present creative marketing ideas. They presented their case solutions and ideas to a group of senior managers from Kimberly Clark. The University of the Ozarks team won 1st place in the competition. Congratulations to all the team members!


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Arsenal's new Japanese signing Ryo Miyaichi has shown his support for his countrymen in the wake of Friday's earthquake and tsunami.
Moments after his loan club Feyenoord scored a last-minute winner against NAC Breda on Sunday, Ryo revealed a shirt with the following handwritten message to Japan: "I hope that as many people as possible will be saved."
Ryo prepared his message before the match and was also given permission to wear a black armband in memory of the victims of the disaster. Dutch FA regulations state that black armbands can only be worn by all of the players in a team but Ryo got his wish.
"The other players wanted to show their support to Ryo and to Japan as well and so we all wore the armbands," explained Feyenoord trainer Mario Been.
"Ryo has obviously been saddened by the dreadful events in Japan. Luckily, his relatives are not in danger, but he has clearly been affected by what has happened. We will continue to do everything in our power to help him through this."
After showing his handwritten message to the camera, Ryo kissed his black armband and thanked the Feyenoord crowd for their support.
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'Vanek enters tonight's game against the Toronto Maple Leafs in HSBC Arena with a sterling plus-13, the NHL's best going into Friday night. Last season he and co-captain Chris Drury were a minus-11, worst among Sabres forwards.'
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Ashwell sparked a craze for slipcovered sofas and flea-market finds when she launched Shabby Chic 22 years ago. Today, she oversees two furniture lines, as well as a collection for Target. Her take on white decor? Pretty, but far from precious. Think rumpled linens and chipped paint gussied up by crystal chandeliers and fresh flowers. "My motto is 'beauty and comfort,'" Ashwell says. "If you can embrace the lived-in look, white is very practical."
WHITE IS NEVER BORING. Beige can be boring, but not white. It's a very dramatic color. That's proven over and over again by weddings — we never tire of looking at them.
WHITE CAN BE COZY. People think of it as cold, because they believe a white room must be neat and uniform with chairs lined up like good little soldiers. I avoid hard, modern pieces and use fluffy cushions and distressed finishes — so you still get that airy feeling, but with warmth to it.
WHITE MAKES FOR A FLEXIBLE AND FORGIVING FIRST STEP. Paint a room white, and you have a blank canvas for anything. Start with bold wallpaper, and you're already committed.
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