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Blindsided: The Jerry Joseph Basketball Scandal
Jerry Joseph was a basketball dream: six feet five and built like LeBron. Then the rumors started—and suddenly the 16-year-old golden boy was more illusion than dream
He said he didn't really know what day he was born. His parents were both dead before he turned 5, he said, and he'd never celebrated a birthday in his life. But Jerry Joseph's birth certificate read January 1, so on New Year's Day 2010, his family gathered around him. It would be a new year, a new decade, a celebration of Jerry's brand-new life. There were flimsy cardboard hats and streamers and wrapped gifts. Jerry, who at six feet five and 220 pounds was several inches taller than anyone else in his adoptive family, was presented a white cake adorned with candles in the shape of a 1 and a 6.
Danny Wright, the 50-year-old basketball coach who had taken Jerry in a few months before, noticed the kid get misty-eyed, just as he had at his first Christmas a week earlier. When his wife saw Jerry crying, she too was moved to tears. Wright stood by as his five children, none of them his own biologically, surrounded their new brother. The youngest, a 2-year-old adopted girl named Ariana, crawled into Jerry's giant arms. They sang the boy a song, told him to make a wish. It's a moment Wright keeps coming back to, when Jerry closed his bright brown eyes. What could the boy have wished for? he wonders. Basketball glory, maybe, and untold riches in the pros. But if Wright had to guess, he'd say Jerry offered a more solemn prayer: that if this life somehow turned out to be a dream, he'd never feel a pinch—that he'd never wake up in another world.
At the far edge of the oil-rich Permian Basin, the rust-colored town of Odessa, Texas, is profoundly dedicated to two things: church and football. The only mall in town has an oversize tablet of the Ten Commandments on permanent display; the city's 19,000-seat stadium plays host to the champion Permian Panthers, the high school football team that lured Buzz Bissinger down Interstate 20 over two decades ago to write Friday Night Lights.
Jerry Joseph showed up here on a Greyhound in February 2009, carrying little more than a birth certificate and a duffel bag of old clothes. He'd been homeless in Haiti, he said, and stowed away on a boat to Florida. The good Christians of Odessa welcomed the stranger like a lost soul. Danny Wright, a sharply pressed figure who could be mistaken for a minister, took him into his home, gave him a bed alongside his 16-year-old son. And just like the man-child in The Blind Side—which was still playing at the local theater—Jerry rewarded the love he received, becoming a good student, a dedicated Christian, and a dominant force on the court.
"We're nice people here," says Roy Garcia, the principal at Odessa's Permian High School. "Good people with good hearts. That's what makes this place what it is." Garcia first met Jerry one afternoon in late February, when the boy walked into his school looking to register for ninth grade. He was with a man he introduced as his half brother. Garcia, who jokes that he looks like a Hispanic Super Mario, remembers Jerry vividly, even among the 2,500 kids at Permian. It wasn't just his height. He was full around the chest; his face was thick. "Like, well, like a full-grown man," he says. At first the principal assumed Jerry's companion—whose name, he later learned, was Jabari Caldwell—was the registering student. But it didn't matter, he explained, because in the Odessa school district, ninth grade is at the junior high.
Down the road at Nimitz Junior High, Jerry presented a Haitian birth certificate verifying he was born in 1994. He explained that Caldwell was his legal guardian, that they'd be staying in the dorms at nearby University of Texas of the Permian Basin (UTPB), where Caldwell was on the basketball team. Caldwell signed an affidavit saying he was Jerry's half brother, and as is the law for any child who is homeless or has only temporary lodging, the boy was enrolled immediately.
Basketball coach Melvon Anders was in the Nimitz gym a few days later and saw Jerry take his shirt off. "I was like, Jee-sus Christ!" he says. The kid had all sorts of tattoos, inflated pecs, and shoulders like a racehorse. He'd never met a freshman like him. Then again, plenty of kids have tattoos these days, and this kind of early development is not unheard of, especially in basketball. When LeBron James was 16 and already nationally known, he could have passed for 24. As a junior in high school, Greg Oden looked like a middle-aged man.
The coach kept an eye on Jerry when classes started. Most kids that size are magnets for fistfights, but in his four months at Nimitz, Jerry never got into a single one, unless you count the brawl he broke up before it started. He was studious, a hard worker—"a pleasure to have in class, actually," Anders says. Despite never attending a school of any kind in Haiti—which of course meant no school records to transfer in—Jerry breezed through his accelerated "catch-up" curriculum. He explained that when he was little, his relatives brought him textbooks from the United States. He had a slight accent but spoke English well. A few of the teachers joked that Jerry was secretly an adult. Once a teacher mistook him for a substitute.
Jerry had a beautiful wide smile and what nearly everyone describes as an exotic "swagger." He skipped down the halls when he thought nobody was watching. With his headphones on, he would sway and sing—sometimes in Creole—lost in a world all his own. If anybody asked, he explained he was living in the dorm with his brother because his parents were dead. With an answer like that, nobody asked much more. Plus, once you watched him play ball, it was hard to think of anything else. Coach Anders saw him up close in a spring student-faculty game. "We were out there stretching, and he ran up to the other rim and threw down this monster dunk," he says. "I've never seen a 15-year-old do that. I've had kids taller than him, and they still can't dunk like that."
When the coach asked the boy where he learned to hoop, Jerry said he'd seen the game on television and played a little on the streets of Haiti. Anders wondered if maybe the kid wasn't some kind of prodigy.
At Nimitz, Jerry never asked for a handout, which, of course, made people all the more willing to help. That summer, when school let out, some of the coaches recommended him for a job in the concession stand at the public pool. Melvon Anders supervised him. Jerry was popular with the teenage girls, a good employee—never late, never snapped at anyone, never had any money missing from his register. One dry-roasted day in August, someone asked him about his home, and Jerry pulled up Google maps on an iPhone. He showed a group, Anders included, a mountain in Haiti where he grew up. He said that most of his life was spent herding goats. They all listened dumbstruck. Goats? A hut on a mountainside? "Who were we to question his story," Anders says. "He was the first Haitian most of us had ever met."
Divonte Wallace and Demorri Wilkerson remember meeting Jerry that summer at the UTPB gym, where the best area players gather for pickup games. Divonte and Demorri grew up in Odessa, balling on playgrounds and at the Boys Girls Club. They were on JV together the past two seasons: Demorri was a defensive specialist, Divonte a rail-thin six-foot shooting guard who perfected his form with 250 jump shots a day.
This year, Divonte says, a few colleges were looking to recruit him. Nowhere huge—just some schools around San Antonio—but still, usually recruiters only came to Odessa for football. Things would be different this season. "This was going to be our year," Divonte says. The day Divonte and Demorri met him, Jerry unleashed a 360 dunk over a mesmerized player. "When I heard he was going to play for Permian, I thought it was like a sign from God that we were going to win state," Demorri says.
It wasn't long before Danny Wright heard reports about the six-foot-five wunderkind. The former director of the Boys Girls Club, Wright is more than just a coach in Odessa. Dozens of kids in town call him Dad or Pops. Many have lived with him; he can't remember if it's seventeen or eighteen. The oldest of five in a single-mother household, Wright has been taking care of kids his whole life. It's why God put him on this earth.
On their first meeting, Wright was struck by Jerry's confidence. He asked the boy to dinner and introduced him to the rest of the family. He explained that he has no problem helping kids, but only the ones who really want to improve their lives. "I've had a lot of kids stay with me," Wright told Jerry, "but I didn't ask one of them."
The timing of that dinner couldn't have been better. A few days later, Jerry called Coach Wright with his own housing crisis. His half brother was going back to Florida; Jerry asked Wright if he could stay with him. Coach gave Jerry the usual spiel: my house, my rules. "Everyone helps out," he told him. "If I come in and see leaves on the porch, I know you saw those same leaves. I shouldn't have to come in and tell someone to sweep them." In Wright's house, kids are kids and the adults are adults, and there would never be any confusion on that.
He told Jerry he could sleep in the same room as his stepson Dominique, who was also on the Permian basketball team. Did Wright ask Dominique how he felt about the idea of sharing his room?
"Why would I do that?"
Everybody thinks about it at some point: What life would be like if we were given a second chance, a fresh start in a place where nobody knows our past. Jerry began his first year at Permian on a mission, running to school from Coach's house. Lots of people saw him out there in the hot August sun. Three miles each way, jogging through the streets like he was Rocky or something.
Just as he had at the junior high, he excelled in his classes. At one point, his Spanish teacher singled out Jerry, an immigrant with less than a year of total schooling. He started seeing a girl, a tenth grader on the dance team, whom he'd met at Nimitz. His teammates saw them together in the halls once in a while, but he didn't like to talk about her. He was all about basketball.
When the season started in November, the Panthers basketball team looked better than anything Permian had assembled in years. They were big, with six players at least six feet four. Jerry didn't begin the season as a starter. But when the team dropped three of four games—each by only a few points—Coach Wright pulled Divonte Wallace, the sharpshooter. He told him there were going to be a few people changing positions to make room for Jerry, who would now be starting at point guard. "I'm not gonna lie," says Divonte. "It hurt. But I was all about the team, whatever's best for the team."
Jerry rewarded his coach with a giant game in early December against district rival San Angelo Central. Just seconds into the first quarter, he snatched the ball and drove the length of the court, throwing down what several teammates describe as a "gorilla slam." "It was a moment you could just feel in the air," says Demorri Wilkerson. "That was it. We were on our way." On the bus ride home after the win, they felt like all those great Permian football teams must have felt: like champions in wait.
The gym was soon packed for every home game. Fans remarked that with his flat-top haircut and the way he always seemed drenched in sweat, Jerry looked a little like Boobie Miles, the star-crossed running back from the Friday Night Lights season. The seniors invited Jerry to hang out with them at the back of the bus. They called him Grandpa and the Haitian Sensation. He'd get to school early to shoot around and stay late to impart his basketball IQ. "If Jerry told you something, it wouldn't be wrong," says a teammate. "He knew the game like a coach." When a player relied too much on one hand, he told them to go an entire practice using only their off hand. That, he said, is what gave him such a powerful crossover. Just when you knew where Jerry was going, he went in a completely new direction.
In the days between Christmas and Jerry's sixteenth birthday, the team traveled to Lubbock for the Caprock Classic, a statewide competition in which Permian normally struggled. But this year the team breezed to the semifinals, where, down by three with 2.1 seconds left, Coach drew up a play to get the ball to Jerry. After curling around a screen, he took the pass, left his feet, and released the shot all in one fluid motion. The ball seemed to dangle as the clock ran out, gently floating toward the rim, until...the entire gym exploded. Fans and parents leapt from their seats. Jerry stood there, awestruck. His teammates piled on top of him. Coach Wright, in his eternal sobriety, reminded his players that Jerry's buzzer beater merely sent the game into overtime: "We still have a game to play here, gentlemen!" They went on to lose that game and the third-place contest, too—but in the end, nobody could forget that shot.
Back in Odessa, Jerry's roots were growing. He asked teammates about their church youth group at Mission Dorado, a Baptist church on the eastern outskirts of town with a sign that proclaims A FELLOWSHIP OF EXCITEMENT. Jerry liked it there, and soon it wasn't just Sundays. There were Wednesday services, Bible studies, group prayers. "Very quickly he became a regular fixture," says Philip Skelton, who was the church's pastor at the time.
One day Jerry approached Skelton with a request: He wanted to be baptized. The pastor responded with a dinner invitation. "I don't want to baptize someone without them realizing what's going on," he says. Over steaks at the Golden Corral, Skelton explained to Jerry that when he plunged into that water, his old life would end. When he emerged, he would be reborn in Christ. Jerry told the pastor that was exactly what he wanted. "He gave all the right answers."
At church, an older couple gave Jerry small amounts of cash so he could go to the movies. They talked about getting him a car. The entire town, it seemed, was falling in love with Jerry. After the January 2010 earthquake that leveled Port-au-Prince, the _Odessa American _ran a feature dedicated entirely to the town's Haitian import. "I didn't go looking for Jerry," Wright told the paper. "And Jerry didn't come looking for me. I believe God sent him here, and he sent him here for a reason."
The Haitian Sensation went on to average more than twenty points a game for Permian. The team went 16-13 and finished fourth in the district, the best season in Coach Wright's five-year tenure. In the playoffs, they were matched up with one of the district's best, the El Paso Americas. The lanky Americas dominated from the start with a stunning alley-oop and a barrage of unanswered threes. By halftime, Permian down by eighteen, the game was out of reach. Jerry scored only eleven points and accounted for most of the team's twenty-four turnovers. A few of the seniors, their basketball careers over, cried in the locker room. Despite his performance, Jerry was named the district's Newcomer of the Year.
After the season, the recruiting letters starting showing up. Coaches from big programs all over the country had heard of the combo power-forward/point-guard. There was a new piece of recruiting mail for Jerry every single day. "Texas Tech was ready to take him," says Wright. "They wanted him bad."
Jerry kept practicing. He played in a series of travel tournaments with an AAU team from New Mexico, one of the best in the region. If he thought he'd miss church, he made sure to e-mail Pastor Skelton saying he'd be thinking of them.
One weekend in April, he was playing at the Real Deal in the Rock, a massive AAU tournament in Little Rock that draws the best high school players—and plenty of college scouts—from all over the nation. In the middle of one of Jerry's games, a group of players and coaches from a Florida team gathered at the edge of the court. Some of them were laughing. They watched as one of their coaches approached Jerry.
"Hey, Guerd, what's going on?" the coach said. "What you doin' here?"
The players saw Jerry look back over his shoulder. "Sir, I don't know you," he said and hurried off, shaking his head.
Louis Vives swears he knows the guy he saw that day in Arkansas, but he'd never heard the name Jerry Joseph. He knew him as Guerdwich Montimere, a kid who'd played around Florida for years. "He walked just like him," says Vives, the president of the South Florida Elite basketball club. "He talked like him. He played like him. He even sweat like him. This kid used to sweat like someone poured water on him."
When the team went for sandwiches later that day, Vives's players joked that they were going to find aliases when they turned 21 so they could keep playing. But that night at the hotel, Vives got to thinking. He Googled the New Mexico squad. He found the Permian roster, along with stories about Jerry's success in Texas. He thought about how strange it was, the idea of a 22-year-old man walking around with a bunch of high school kids. What would they talk about? What would they do? Then he thought about what high school kids do. The coach has a teenage daughter himself. He couldn't sleep that night. This whole thing wasn't so funny anymore.
When Vives's team got back to Florida, word of the Guerdwich sighting spread quickly. "He was definitely the talk of the town down here," Vives says. A former AAU coach started looking up other Permian players. He found Divonte Wallace's MySpace page and on it a phone number.
Divonte was sitting on his couch watching TV with Demorri on a Saturday afternoon when he got the call. The adult voice on the other end asked if he went to Permian, if he knew Jerry. Divonte was initially concerned about narcing on his friend and said he went to crosstown Odessa High School. "Just have Jerry call me," the coach replied.
Divonte immediately rang Jerry, who asked him to call the guy back on three-way, concealing Jerry's number. Divonte tried not to listen in after that, but really, how could he not? He remembers hearing the coach calling Jerry by a strange name and saying, "What the hell are you doing?" Then Jerry: "Look, I don't know you." He heard Jerry ask the guy to stop contacting him.
Permian administrators started receiving anonymous tips suggesting they look into Jerry's background. Similar messages went to the Odessa American. Principal Roy Garcia got a series of e-mails and voice mails. He started amassing evidence: Turns out Jabari Caldwell, the man who'd said he was Jerry's half brother, wasn't related to him at all. Caldwell, in fact, had been teammates with Montimere in Florida. Garcia compared photos. There weren't a lot of pictures of Montimere available, but the ones he found looked a lot like Jerry—though it was hard to be certain three years on.
Garcia called Jerry to his office, confronting him with what he'd found. Jerry insisted that he was who he said he was. "I talked to him for hours," Garcia says. "As a principal, getting kids to confess is part of my job. But this guy never broke. He never wavered once." Garcia eventually pulled Jerry from off-season workouts "just to be safe."
As rumors spread around Odessa, people started talking: Was Jerry really some 22-year-old? The Wright household circled around its newest member. Divonte called Jerry again to ask him man-to-man. Jerry denied it, told him not to worry, that this would all blow over soon.
On April 29, two weeks after the tournament in Little Rock, the principal called Coach Wright and Jerry into his office. He had something for them both to see.
There on Garcia's desk were two new photos next to each other. On the left was Jerry in a white Permian uniform, playing defense: His right arm was extended, his brow furrowed, his lips open and puckered ever so slightly in a moment of concentration. On the right was Montimere in a blue Dillard uniform, playing defense: His right arm was extended, his brow furrowed, and his lips parted in the same expression.
"This is you," Coach Wright said, barely able to contain his anger.
"That ain't me," Jerry said.
"Look," Wright said, leaning in, "I'm not asking for confirmation. I'm telling you. I don't know what you're pulling, but you need to get your things and be on your way."
Wright stepped out of the office to call his wife, Jimmie. He told her to look through Jerry's bags. She didn't want to, but Wright insisted. Sure enough, there in his duffel bag, she found it: a passport for "Guerdwich Montimer." Jimmie didn't want to believe it. She cried into the phone. Wright searched desperately for the right words to comfort her. Those words never came.
Principal Garcia turned over everything to the Odessa PD and to U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). Jerry earnestly maintained that the passport wasn't his, that he'd gotten it from an uncle, and within a few hours ICE officials came forward with news that shocked everyone: Jerry Joseph, they informed the school district, was definitely not Guerdwich Montimere. The specifics of their investigation were never made public (and ICE has refused to comment), but officials told principal Garcia that they'd run Jerry's fingerprints through the FBI database and had come up empty.
Despite the evidence against him, Jerry was allowed back in school. "When the United States government tells me he isn't this other guy, who am I to argue with them?" Garcia says. Still, there was another problem. Since Jerry was here illegally and didn't have a guardian in the United States, ICE said, he would have to be deported. While Coach Wright felt betrayed that Jerry had lied about his half brother, he figured the kid was desperate. He volunteered to adopt the boy. His wife agreed. "We didn't have to think twice," he says. "You just do."
Like Jerry, Guerdwich Montimere was born in Haiti. His mother, Manikisse Montimere, says the boy's father died while she was pregnant with Guerdwich and his fraternal twin, Guerdwin—who stands about five inches shorter and has a much rounder face. They were born on February 23, 1988. Unable to find work, Manikisse left Haiti and moved in with a network of aunts, uncles, and cousins in Florida in 1994, the year that would later appear on Jerry Joseph's birth certificate.
Manikisse and Guerdwin still live together outside Fort Lauderdale, in a small white house with red-tile shingles, an American flag flying over their perfectly manicured front yard. An employee at an auto-parts store, Manikisse has short glossy hair, bright brown eyes, and a beautiful wide smile that disappears immediately when the topic of Guerdwich comes up. It's just too painful, she says.
His childhood was "typical," a happy kid, plenty of friends, nothing particularly traumatic. She took her sons to a Baptist church whenever she could. Throughout middle and high school, Guerdwich's grades were poor, but always good enough to keep him eligible for athletics. "That's all he did for a long time," says his uncle Wilner Montimere. "Anytime you saw him, he always had a ball in his hand."
Vives, the AAU coach, started recruiting Guerdwich when he was 16. During his senior year at Dillard, the team made it to the state semifinals, and Guerdwich was a McDonald's All-American nominee. "He was a good, hardworking kid," Vives remembers. "Always polite, always driven." But on a team of stars, he didn't have the size, the stats, and especially not the grades to stand out to scouts. He ended up at Highland Community College in Freeport, Illinois. But when he was redshirted until his grades improved, Guerdwich left school before a single game.
Back in Florida, living with his mother, Guerdwich was clearly depressed. They fought constantly. She would press him about his future, where he was going to go to school, what he would study. He'd say that he wasn't giving up on basketball; she'd fire back that he was living in a dream world. Before long, one of these arguments turned nasty. She says she can't bear to repeat what they said to each other. "It was just...just...awful."
And that was the end. Guerdwich thundered out and didn't come home that night. Or the next. Some of his former Dillard teammates say they heard he went to Haiti sometime in early 2008, but nobody can say for sure. His mother says she hasn't seen him since the fight.
The coaches in Florida were persistent. There were more e-mails, more newspaper stories. Under pressure, ICE continued its investigation. Ten days after clearing Jerry, the agency turned up damning evidence: a hard copy of Montimere's immigration file with fingerprints—taken before the agency converted to an electronic database. The prints were a match.
Jerry was arrested at school that day and charged with presenting a false ID to a police officer, a misdemeanor. His friends at church bailed him out immediately. Less than twenty-four hours later, he was arrested again, this time for tampering with government documents, a third-degree felony. Again he was bailed out and, this time, given a lawyer. From the beginning, his attorney has claimed that the kid is who he says he is; or at the very least, he says, the burden of proof that he isn't falls upon the prosecutors.
Within days, Principal Garcia agreed to forfeit all sixteen victories from that season and give back Jerry's Newcomer of the Year award. The governing bodies all decided the coach and principal had done their due diligence in checking Jerry's eligibility. It was personal vindication for Garcia, but the principal was hardly at ease. He needed to know one thing: Was there a girl?
They were in the same grade. She has fair skin and dark eyes and is a member of the Panther Paws dance group. Though, as her mother says, "she developed early in the chest—we can't go anywhere without men staring," the girl is most certainly still a teenager, a child. On Facebook, she "likes" texting, sleeping, and Despicable Me, and under favorite books says only, "Doesn't matter."
She was really in love with Jerry, says her mother: "Even if it was a puppy love, it was a real love." The mother will talk about what went on between her now 17-year-old daughter and Jerry, but she doesn't want their names published. "The incident," as she calls it, happened one night in August of 2009. The girl was 15. Montimere was 21. The mother was out of town, and the girl was staying with her father for the summer. She says her daughter was likely the aggressor. "We're very close," the mother says. "Best friends. She tells me everything." After a pause, she adds, "Eventually."
She says the girl was honest when the school district, and then the police, asked if they'd had sex. But the mother emphasizes that she and her daughter did not ask for Jerry to be charged with statutory rape. She isn't sure if her daughter would testify, should the case go to trial. When the news first broke, kids at school were vicious. They called the girl a whore. They blamed her for putting the town star in jail. They wore FREE JERRY shirts to school and called at all hours to make horrific threats. Mother and daughter have moved twice in the past year.
Even after all that, she says that Jerry—and she still calls him Jerry—is the best boyfriend her daughter has ever had. "He was sweet, polite, respectful," she says. "A hell of a lot better than most of the trash around here." Jerry even reached out to the girl from jail through friends to say he was sorry for all the trouble. The girl still keeps every article that she finds about him. "That's a teenage girl in love."
As a mother, isn't she concerned about the possible age difference? "Actually, not really that much." She says when her daughter was born, she herself was 15 years old. Her boyfriend, a former Permian football player from the Friday Night Lights era, happened to be 20 at the time.
She says her daughter will be okay. "She's strong," the mother says. "And she has so much light in her. So much light."
Still, the mother has looked into suing the school district. This entire ordeal has been exhausting, and she figures that's worth something. She says her daughter hasn't tried to see Jerry. But she's 17 now, the legal age of consent in Texas. No matter what happens, Jerry will be out of jail someday. "He'll always be welcome in my house," she says.
Odessa is still dumbstruck. Principal Garcia wonders if maybe the kid picked Permian because it's the school from Friday Night Lights. "Maybe he thought we were all a bunch of dumb hillbillies?" Divonte Wallace, the guard who lost his starting spot to Jerry, says the year's a blur. With no college offers, he stuck around Odessa, landing a job at FedEx. He wakes at 3 A.M. and spends the morning slinging bos. He's staying in shape, though, in case a college ever comes calling.
These days, almost everyone has a theory about Jerry. Some say that he is crazy, possibly traumatized by something so bad it's made him forget his entire life. Some say that he is one of the greatest actors alive—"Maybe he should be in Hollywood," says Divonte. Some even say, despite all the evidence and the incredibly long odds against it, that the person in the adult-male section of the Ector County jail is a very scared 17-year-old boy.
Then there are the dozens of people who witnessed Jerry get baptized. Whoever he was when he went into the water, they say, Jerry Joseph came up. That's what baptism is. They still write him and visit him. They sit behind him at hearings. "I love Jerry," Pastor Philip Skelton says. "To me, he was a kid who sought after God. You don't get too deep into the past. It's not about where you're from. It's about where you're going."
Danny Wright wishes it was that simple. Wright's family, once strong enough to add members without straining, is now torn. His wife and kids still love Jerry. She can't stop thinking of him as her son—the same teenage boy who used to sing as he did the dishes. They visit him and talk to him on the phone.
"Dad, you're not being fair," the kids will say.
"I just don't think it's a good idea," Wright replies. He knows they go see him anyway. Now there are secrets. Now there are things they don't tell Dad.
Coach hears people in town talk. They ask why he's taken in so many kids over the years. They ask if he gets money from the state. He doesn't. "If you know you're right with God," he says, "what people say doesn't matter." Wright would like to think that if some other needy young person came to him asking for help, he'd still give it. "But honestly," he says, "I'm not sure anymore."
This year the Permian basketball team lost eleven of its first twelve games and finished last in the district. The coach and principal both warned the team before the season that they'd get a lot of grief. When they traveled to rival San Angelo, the home crowd wore black T-shirts with GOT JERRY? on the front. On the back of the shirts was OH YEAH...HE'S 22.
"These kids don't deserve that," the coach says. "People forget, they're just kids."
Christmas and New Year's were more subdued this year. Though no one mentioned it, everyone was thinking about Jerry, even little Ariana, now 3. She spent Christmas running around, helping everyone else unwrap their presents. But every so often she'd stop to ask what happened to her brother.
"She's so persistent and so smart," Wright says. "It just cuts you."
They told her he was away at a tournament. But she wanted to know when he was coming home.
"Where's Jerry, Daddy? Where's Jerry?"
Between the parking lot and the front door of the Ector County jail is a sign reading BEWARE OF THE SNAKES. The surrounding fence is rimmed with barbed wire. Overhead flaps the Texas flag. And inside is the man so many people know as Jerry Joseph—the same one so many others are convinced is Guerdwich Montimere. He's facing six felony charges, the most serious of which, sexual assault, could land him in prison for twenty years.
His hair has grown out since he was arrested. His eyes aren't as bright as they are in the photos. From behind bulletproof glass, he talks about his new life. He spends much of it alone, he says, reading the Bible—especially the Book of Job. He appreciates stories of God testing men. He plays basketball every so often, but only to stay in shape. A lot of the guys in here just use the game as an excuse to fight. Besides, he says, he doesn't really like the sport that much.
"Basketball is a skill," he says. "It's a gift from God. But it was never my passion." He says it isn't that anyone pressured him to play, exactly. It just made everyone else so happy. Everyone seemed to like him so much more. "I thought about quitting all the time," he says.
He really wants to spill his heart, but his lawyer tells him he shouldn't. He says he's writing a book in his head.
His biggest regret? Not staying home more, he says. He wouldn't have gotten in the trouble he's in now—by which he seems to mean the sexual-assault charges against him—had he just stayed with his family. That's what he imagines these days when he closes his eyes and he needs to get away. He pictures himself with people who love him. He imagines he's at church, with everyone he cares about so much. He's at home "with my mom and my dad and my brothers and sisters." He thinks about them all having dinner together at their house on a quiet avenue in Odessa. "Why do people forget the good things about me?" he says. "They just think I'm some monster."
Of all he's heard and read about himself, the most painful part, he says, is when people imply that he may have gotten baptized to further ingratiate himself. He can't stand someone thinking he exploited the church. And watching him, you can't help but think: He believes. His faith is complete and unwavering. He seems so earnest, so certain that there really is some other guy out there, that this has all been the most incredible series of coincidences. Then again, maybe his fellow church members are right. Maybe Jerry did experience a rebirth of sorts. Every man dreams about it, after all—how life might be different if we had only studied more or gotten the girl or sunk the winning shot. How much fun it'd be to replay the game of life if given a second chance.
"I can't wait for this to be over," he says. But he's not scared. "No matter how it turns out, I know who I am. I know my life."
He says it doesn't matter how he's judged when his court date comes around in August. What matters is the next life.
"I persevere with God in my heart," he says. "He knows me by name."
The name on his court docket is Guerdwich Montimere. And when he gets visitors, the guards call out the name Guerdwich Montimere. And the plastic wristband he wears at all times, that too reads Guerdwich Montimere. So what is his name?
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Forest Bailey won a gold medal and loads of cash…no wait that was somewhere else. Forest went to the Rhythm and Bruise contest held up at White Pass in Washington during the last weekend in April to win absolutely no money. And Forest was not the only ripper that showed up either. About 30 pros, and a lot of the non-pros were crushing it all weekend. Makes sense, since the Northwest always breeds some really solid snowboarders. There are the contests that people have to enter to win the money, and then there's the contests people go to by choice— simply to ride, have good times, and catch up with friends. The R and B was definitely an event of the later variety.
The Rhythm and Bruise was put on by Matt Cummins and Zak Basher. According to Matt, "It's kind of like BMX, downhill mountain biking, and motocross all made out of snow. It's about jumping, features, turns and keeping your speed. There's 12 or 13 features and you have to link them all up." The course had step downs, step ups, doubles, tables, hips, and berms. It was fun set up with a relatively low danger factor. Judging was based on trick difficulty, style, and height…basically,if you looked rad while you went down the hill you did well. Even though they were able to use cats for a lot of work Matt, Zak and a crew of about 8 did a lot of hand work to get things ready.
It was not a race but riding solid and smooth was definitely a factor to keep speed and hit all the features. The course was hard enough to keep the good riders happy but it had ways that the kids could go around the features and still stay on course. The set up allowed, 6-7 year old's to ride and share the same course with guys like Forest Bailey, Austen Sweetin, Blake Paul, and Temple Cummins.
According to Matt, "The idea of doing this type of event came from Temple (Cummins) taking a couple of trips to Tahoe and hanging out with Roan Rogers, Nate Cole, Noah Salasnek, Andy Hetzel and those guys building these tracks in the woods. Temple and I always talked about putting on an event using the same idea." After years of trying to put an event like this together it finally came to fruition last year for the first time. Last year was so successful that word got out and twice as many participants showed up this year. This year the weather cooperated with lots of sunshine, not only for the riding but for everyone camping in the parking lot or in the woods over the weekend.
Saturday was a practice day and it was clear that everyone was digging the set up. The contest started rolling at about 11 am on Sunday. The pros were able to throw tricks off pretty much every jump, rail through the berms and crush the last kicker. The last kicker was primarily about throwing big rad straight airs but some spins, corks, and other variations went down as well. There were categories for everyone from 12 and under amateurs to pros, women and a 40 and over cruiser class. No matter what a rider did though or how old they were, pretty much everyone had a grin on their face all weekend and rode until the lifts shut down Sunday afternoon.
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Less than a week ago, 80-year-old Russian shepherd Yusuf Alchagirov was minding his own business, not pissing anyone off, just working his farm in the ultra-rural, super-hilly backwater province of Kabardino-Balkaria along the Russia-Georgia border. He's lived a quiet life with his wife, family, and fellow villagers, working these fields since the days of Joseph Stalin, going through the daily-grind of sheepherding and farming presumably without ever having to literally headbutt any predatory wildlife unconscious in a life-or-death struggle for his own survival.
But November 1, 2013 would be unlike any of the previous 29,200+ days of Yusuf Alchagirov's life.
Today he was going to find himself locked in hand-to-hand combat with a pissed-off 1,000-pound Grizzly Bear armed with razor-sharp six-inch claws the size of kitchen knives and teeth specifically designed for crunching bone and disemboweling the meaty parts of organic life forms.
You see, it was on this day that Yusuf, who didn't have access to badass ATVs and shit and was still manually running down his sheep down on foot Cliff Young style despite literally being older than the Luftwaffe, found himself trotting through an old raspberry field near his farm and directly into a crude trap laid for him by one of nature's most gigantic and cold-blooded killers.
I guess the story goes that Alchagirov's dumbass sheep ran off like a bunch of assholes and wandered into the fields, but right as our old man hero was about to round them up and send them back to their pens he looked behind a nearby raspberry tree and saw a gigantic-ass brown bear sitting there, crouched in attack position, just waiting for this geezer to show up, rub a bunch of delicious berries on his head to season himself up, and then leap directly into the bear's open jaws like a Salmon during spawning season.
Now, it's important to mention that Russia is basically getting fucked up right now by some kind of crazy Bearmageddon. Apparently there's been a lot of flooding recently, meaning that a bunch of bear food has been destroyed in the northern parts of the country, and now brown bears are rampaging across the countryside devouring everything they can find. Their favorite food is Geologists, having eaten three of them in the last calendar year, but in addition to hating scientists they also like to break into homes and steal borscht from peasants because they are total dicks and have no respect for oppressive Capitalist concepts like private property or the freedom from not being eaten by bears while you're trying to take a piss in the wilderness.
Yusuf Alchagirov had already had enough of this bear bullshit. The 80 year-old man froze for a second, staring unblinkinglyto the predatory eyes of a voracious, man-eating, half-ton killing machine that was preparing to massacre and devour him in a flurry of spikes and gore. Only one thought passed through his mind:
I'm going to fuck this thing up and wear his balls as a hat.
The bear charged. Yusuf acted fast – he pulled off his jacket, threw it over the bear's head, and then fucking punched the bear in the fucking face as hard as he could. But the old "bag over the head punch in the face" thing just pissed the bear off more, and the thing threw the coat off its head and chomped down with its ridiculously-massive jaws, locking them onto Yusuf's arm, ripping into bone and flesh with its slathering fangs.
Yusuf Alchagirov did exactly what you or I would have done in that situation – he grabbed the fucking bear's lower jaw, wrenched it off his arm, and didn't let go.
Oh yeah, and by "what you and I would have done in that situation", I meant to say "the exact opposite of what you and I would have done in that situation."
Wrenching the bear's head with one arm, Alchagirov dug in his pocket for a knife, pulled it out, and prepared to face-shank the bear. The bear, prepared for such a move and extraordinarily livid that he was getting his ass kicked by an 80 year-old man, slapped that shit right out of the old shepard's hand, ripped its jaw free, and grabbed the shepherd up in a badass 1000-pound bear hug, lifting Yusuf three feet off the ground.
Yusuf Alchagirov, his feet dangling like that dude being choked out by Darth Vader at the beginning of the first Star Wars movie,
He HEADBUTTED THE FUCKING BEAR IN THE FACE WITH HIS FOREHEAD.
Let's think about this for a moment. Bears have big teeth. Their mouths open wide enough to fit a man's head inside, and their jaws are powerful enough to decapitate you. But this guy smashed the bear so hard in the nose with his head that it not only stunned the bear, it made it drop him.
Then he kicked it in the balls. A lot.
I am not joking.
The two warriors went at it, octogenarian vs. bear, for a few more minutes.
Here's roughly how I picture the battle going down.
The bear, having enough of the headbutting dick-kicking action of Yusuf Alchagirov, suddenly remembered it was a FUCKING BEAR and decided to put an end to this epic battle once and for all.
It grabbed the 80 year-old man, lifted him once again, and threw him off a cliff. He plummeted dozens of feet, slammed into the rock below, and fell unconscious. The bear, still seething with fury, dusted himself off and casually walked away in search of other human life to snuff out with his teeth.
But Yusuf Alchagirov, bloodied from being punched, clawed, and bitten by a 1,000-pound Brown Bear and then thrown off a cliff, didn't die. He woke up seven hours later, picked himself up, and walked back home. On the way there he found a team of villagers that had been sent to find out why he'd missed dinner. He'd broken four ribs, had a couple bite wounds and bruises, but was otherwise OK. Yeah, he'd lost the fight by TKO, but it was like the Jamaican Bobsled Team of Kicking Bears in the Dick.
When he got home his loving wife made him three traditional pies as a "Congratulations for Not Dying" present.
He ate them all.
Three pies.
Because that's how he rolls.


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Sunday, April 19, 2009
The ingredients for a delicious stir-fry using what I had available, and what needed using up.
DH and I have been on the Core Plan for almost 3 weeks now and have done pretty well, even with Easter and eating out a few times. I'd like to share some of the meals we've had (that I photographed, anyway!), and a tip for cutting down on oil. You will see that I DO use my own cookbooks!
One day we just HAD to have some Pasta alla Puttanesca, and it fit right into the plan! I used whole wheat pasta, and we used up our daily ration of 2 tsp. of oil (olive, of course) and 4 kalamata olives each on this recipe (I really like some olive oil in this dish-- I used 4 tsp. total in half the recipe):
One night I decided to have an Asian version of "weiners and cabbage"-- stir fried veggie weiner slices (I use the Yves Veggie "Bavarian Sausages") with Brussels sprouts. It was delish! I was a remake of a recipe for stir-fried weiners and cabbage that I used to make over 40 years ago:
We took this Vegan "Chicken" Caesar Salad to a dinner party at a friend's house, to rave reviews. I used reconstituted Soy Curls® stir-fried with chopped garlic (no oil) for the "chicken", the Caesar Dressing that's in my books "Soyfoods Cooking for a Positive Menopause" and "20 Minutes to Dinner", whole wheat garlic croutons (tiny bit of oil in a nonstick pan), and my New, Improved Okara Parmesan Substitute.
Another day I made a big pot of Vegetarian Feijoada (Brazilian Black Beans-- the recipe is in my books "The Almost-No-Fat Holiday Cookbook" and also in "The Fiber for Life Cookbook") and we had a simple meal of rice and beans:
Then I made my Spicy Mexican Bean Dip (or "Refried Beans") with some of the pot (the recipe for the dip is in several of my books), which we used as a dip for veggies, and also in some tacos. I froze the rest of the beans for future meals.
Instead of rice, we ate the stir-fry with a mixture of steamed bulgur and quinoa:
I really like this mixture (it's cheaper than quinoa only, too), and we use it alot instead of rice on the Core Plan. I make it in my electric rice cooker. I just cook 1 part medium bulgur, 1 part quinoa, 4 parts water, and a little salt. I make quite a bit at a time and freeze portions of it to microwave for quick meals.
Quinoa and bulgur in the rice cooker.
One evening we had a lovely Syrian Tomato and Cucumber Salad with Mint (using our daily quota of olive oil and olives!), a recipe from Habeeb Salloum's lovely book, "Arab Cooking on a Saskatchewan Homestead": Recipes and Recollections" (you can read more about it at this blog post):
One recent meal was a virtually-fat-free version of my Vegan "Chicken" Divan Casserole (I wrote about it and gave the original recipe in this blog post). I had a whole bunch of broccoli to use up and felt like something "homey" and comforting. I stir-fried the Soy Curls® with the garlic in a nonstick pan, and I omitted the fat from my Vegan Bechamel Sauce (just blended the flour in with the ingredients and cooked it in the microwave). I omitted the bread crumb topping and used a light sprinkling of my New, Improved Okara Parmesan Substitute. I didn't have any vegan cheese handy to grate, so I made my easy Melty Chedda Cheeze (2 x the recipe, from my book "20 Minutes to Dinner"), also in the microwave, just before assembling the casserole, and drizzled half of it in the middle:
and half of it on the top, covered with the Okara Parmesan sprinkle. It came out very well! The Bechamel puffed up nicely during the baking:
Here's a little preview of an upcoming post I'm working on about using chickpea flour for various treats. This was my first attempt at making Panella, which is a sort of deep-fried Italian chickpea polenta, only I oven-fried it. It was too thin, but otherwise very tasty:
One night we had a craving for peanut sauce, and some fresh spinach to use up, so I made low-fat version of my Thai-Style Spinach and Tofu with Peanut Sauce. The only changes I made to the recipe were to omit the 1 tsp. sesame oil and to dry-fry the tofu in a nonstick skillet instead of frying it in oil (you could also brown them on a cookie sheet under the broiler). The peanut butter made up our daily fat ration.
Today for lunch we had my vegan Minestrone alla Milanese (from my book "Nonna's Italian Kitchen"). I used cooked brown Basmati rice in it and used no oil:
The way I saved on oil in the Minestrone recipe was something that I use frequently-- I "sweat", soften or "steam-fry" (saute without oil) the onions, and other chopped or sliced veggies, in a covered Pyrex casserole or pie plate in the microwave. Then you can use your oil or fat ration in a more interesting way-- a salad dressing or whatever. (PS: If you are afraid of using a microwave, please read this compilation of info.)
Microwave option for "sweating" the vegetables: Spray a microwave-safe pie plate or casserole lightly with oil from a pump sprayer, add the chopped or sliced vegetables.
Cook the mixture on high power for about 5 minutes, covered with a microwave-safe lid, plate or pie plate. If you are doing alot at one time, you might need 10 or more minutes. Cook until they are softened.
(To "sweat" vegetables with no oil on the stove-top: Spray a sturdy nonstick skillet lightly with oil from a pump sprayer, heat over high heat, then add the chopped or sliced vegetables. Stir-fry for a few minutes over high heat, then reduce the heat, cover the pan and cook gently over low heat for 5 to 10 minutes to soften the vegetables.)
I made the following soup using this method to cook the leeks, onions, and garlic:
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Servings: 4
A very easy and deliciously rich-tasting leek soup. I like the green parts of the leek, so I use them as well as the white part.
3 medium leeks, cleaned and sliced thinly crosswise
1 small onion, chopped
4 cloves garlic, chopped
1 teaspoon coarse salt
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme leaves
4 cups good vegetarian chicken-style broth
2 cups (@ 12 oz.) diced, peeled Yukon Gold potatoes (or Russets, in a pinch!)
1 small bay leaf
a few tablespoons minced fresh parsley (or dill)
Tofu Sour Creme (Tofutti or homemade)
freshly-ground black pepper
Combine the white part of the leeks with the onion, garlic, coarse salt and thyme in a Pyrex casserole sprayed lightly with oil from a pump sprayer. Cover and microwave on High for 10 minutes. (Or use the Stove-Top Method above.)
In a heavy soup pot, mix about half of the leek-onion mixture (reserve the rest) with the broth, potatoes and bay leaf and bring to a boil, then reduce the heat to a simmer. Cover and cook about 15 minutes, or until the potatoes are tender.
Remove the bay leaf from the pot and discard. Blend the soup right in the pot with a stick/immersion blender until smooth. Add the reserved cooked leek mixture and stir briefly. Taste for salt and pepper.
Serve immediately, garnished as you wish.
Nutrition Facts
Nutrition (per serving): 134.0 calories; 1% calories from fat; 0.2g total fat; 0.0mg cholesterol; 1179.7mg sodium; 717.2mg potassium; 32.4g carbohydrates; 2.9g fiber; 4.3g sugar; 29.5g net carbs; 4.3g protein; 2.1 points.
(UPDATE ON THE UPDATE April 2012-- It's been a few years now and I'm still using some non-stick pans, but even some of the ones I paid alot of money for have not withstood the test of time. (The Swiss Diamond pans held up better than the Berndes ones did.)
I am beginning to think that I should acquire some smaller cast iron skillets. (I only have one left and it's 14" one-- very heavy, but great for baking pizza!) I have another 10" cast iron skillet from Ireland (I got it at a garage sale, I think) that has a nonstick coating on the inside, but it never peels or chips or loses its non-stick quality, as some do. I use it all the time , but I can't make out what company was the maker. I'll keep an eye out at thrift stores, etc., because I know how to season and care for a cast iron pan (however, you can by them pre-seasoned new).
I acquired 2 small Calphalon hard-anodized aluminum pans years ago and I use them often, but one is a small (2 1/2 qt.) stockpot and the other is a small lidded shallow (1 qt.) saucepan. These are the old-fashioned kind (they call them Calphalon Commercial now-- all the other Calphalon lines, except for their stainless steel line, have a nonstick coating), and they don't seem to make these particular-sized pots anymore. I recently found a 12" Calphalon sauté pan (holds 3 qts.) at Value Village, in great condition, for $4 (new, it would be over $80-- I believe that it's this one.)! The pans heavy, but not as heavy as cast iron, and honestly, it is almost non-stick. It conducts heat so well-- it's my new favorite! You can buy a 13-piece set of Calphalon Commercial at amazon.com, as well as many other individual pieces of cookware in this line. This 12" "Everyday Pan" with a lid would be a good one in any kitchen.
Is it safe? "Anodized Aluminum Cookware May Be a Safer Alternative [to stainless steel] These days, many health conscious cooks are turning to anodized aluminum cookware as a safer alternative. The electro-chemical anodizing process locks in the cookware's base metal, aluminum, so that it can't get into food, and makes for what many cooks consider an ideal non-stick and scratch-resistant cooking surface. Calphalon is the leading manufacturer of anodized aluminum cookware, but newer offerings from All Clad (endorsed by celebrity chef Emeril Lagasse) and others are coming on strong." Source. (I think they all have a nonstick interior, though I could be wrong.)
And here's a long article explaining the process of anodizing and the benefits.)
There is a Cuisinart Green Gourmet Hard-Anodized line of cookware and a Stainless Steel Green Gourmet line, but the inner surface is the same. In the USA, they offer full lines of Green Gourmet cookware, not just skillets. (Only the hard-anodized seems to be available in Canada, and only some of the skillets.)
(You can get it for $49.99 Cnd or $41.31 USD at this Canadian source ! They also have the 10" model for $34.99 Cnd or $28.92 USD. These are the hard-anodized line only.)
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10 comments:
- Bryanna Clark Grogan said...
I'm so sorry the posting wasn't working for the last little while-- I finally got it working!
- Mon Apr 20, 05:06:00 PM PDT
- Søren said...
Hello Bryanna, the pictures look wonderful - I think I will have to make the "chicken" divan casserole again soon!
- Tue Apr 21, 02:52:00 AM PDT
- Bryanna Clark Grogan said...
Nice to hear from you, Søren! I think of you every time I make that pasta with Brussels sprouts!
- Tue Apr 21, 03:33:00 PM PDT
- Ruth said...
Mmm, that tofu with peanut sauce looks scrumptious.
- Tue Apr 21, 07:56:00 PM PDT
- Kelly said...
That all looks so tasty. I'm especially curious about the Panella. I'm going to have to search for recipes on that now!
- Thu Apr 23, 07:37:00 AM PDT
- Bryanna Clark Grogan said...
Kelly, I'll be doing a post soon on my lower-fat version.
- Thu Apr 23, 08:52:00 AM PDT
I ordered the pan that you recommended on your blog ("The 12" Cuisinart Green Gourmet skillet usually sells for $69.95 in the USA. You can get it for $49.99 Cnd or $41.31 USD at this Canadian source (they ship to the USA)!") but your link points to the wrong pan. The pan that was delivered had a nonstick coating with PPTE. I had to return it with an apology (and pay for delivery in both directions) because the error was on your blog and not on the description of the store. You might want to change the link. But apart from that, I love the recipes on your blog; thanks for posting them.
- Wed Sep 30, 05:21:00 PM PDT
- Bryanna Clark Grogan said...
Gail, I'm confused! I just checked the links and they link to the pans I was referring to. I did write that "These are the hard-anodized line only", if that is what you are referring to as "the wrong pan". And I don't even know what PPTE is-- I simply quoted Cuisinart's statement that they were PTFE and PFO-free.
- Thu Oct 01, 02:26:00 PM PDT
Sorry, I did mean PTFE, not PPTE - according to Cuisinart's site, that pan doesn't seem to be PTFE-free, but you might have other information. At any rate, I just wanted to let you know. Your improved creammy hummus is fantastic, by the way.
- Fri Oct 02, 06:58:00 AM PDT
- Bryanna Clark Grogan said...
Gillian, I still don't understand. This is from their description on the Cuisinart website of the hard anodized nonstick skillet: "Product Features:
Exclusive Cuisinart Ceramica™ Nonstick Technology
***PTFE-and PFOA-Free Nonstick Cooking Surface**
Petroleum-free, ceramic-based nonstick helps to conserve oil consumption
Hard anodized pan construction provides superior heat conductivity, requiring less energy to achieve desired cooking temperature"
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ChrisA needed a new logo design and created a contest on 99designs.
A winner was selected from 56 designs submitted by 22 freelance designers.
We need a logo to help us convey quality, fun and trust when customers visit our site, myphotolight.com (not yet up and running). We sell personalised nightlights and lampshades - our customers send us a favorite photo which we convert into the 'shade' of a lamp or nightlight. Please see http://www.lightaffection.com to get an idea of the product.
We are two entrepreneurs building a business on the 'long tail' of personalised products.
We expect most of our customers to purchase nightlights or lamps of their loved ones, be they children, grandchildren, partners, family members or pets.
When customers first visit the site, we would like the logo to convey quality, fun and trust.
[Please see http://www.lightaffection.com to get an idea of a similar product.]
- The design must be in vector format
- The design must include the full name, 'myphotolight'
- The design design should have a graphic related to nightlights or lamps.
- The following sites have some good ways of displaying a name with a graphic next to it, but we're most interested in your creativity!- http://www.artexchange.com.hr/eng/i…rtexchange (good name, no logo though)
- http://www.meastella.com/home.html (vertical name next to a logo)
- http://www.yousendit.com/ and http://www.wbff.org/about/design/2007_logo.jpg (name with logo)
- We don't want the ".com" in the logo
- Not too zany
- Not too busy so that it can be recognized/read at small size
Find out how a design contest works or learn more about our logo design services.


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Regional finals
Ridgeview relied on homecourt advantage in winning a Class 1A regional title Friday with a 53-42 victory over Heart of Illinois Conference rival Lexington.
The win puts the Mustangs in the Putnam County Sectional opposite the host school.
Also at Putnam County will be top-ranked Illini Central. The Cougars defeated Flanagan-Cornell 64-52 to win the Roanoke-Benson Regional.
Matt Harrison had 23 points for the Falcons.


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2016 has arrived! Have you and your family made any New Year's resolutions? Living a healthier lifestyle is one of the most popular resolutions, and it can be one for the whole family to tackle. But don't think your resolution has to be a chore, it can actually be a lot of fun. The key is to set goals that are attainable, fun and don't take a lot of time. Read on to learn the top seven healthy New Year's resolutions that I will be making with my own family, and you'll see that getting healthy as a family is much easier than it may seem.
#1: Get Moving
The easiest way to get healthy as a family is to simply get moving. Instead of sitting around the television after dinner every night, make that time healthy family time. It doesn't matter where you live or what the weather is like, there are plenty of ways to get moving as a family both indoors and out. If you live in a climate that is simply too chilly to head outside after dinner, consider making a list of activities that you family can do indoors. Some examples include; yoga, dancing, zumba, jumping rope, or simple circuit training moves such as jumping jacks, sit-ups, running in place, and push-ups. If you live in a climate that is warmer, your options are much easier – take a family walk, run, jog, bicycle ride or play a game of tag.
#2: Get Organized
It can be overwhelming to come home from a long day at work and then try to figure out what to make for dinner. This can easily turn into making bad choices for family meals. Don't fall into the fast food, out-of-the-box dinner. Instead, get organized and plan your menu ahead of time. Start by stocking your pantry and refrigerator full of whole foods and staples. Then, create a weekly menu based on those ingredients. It is a good idea to cook ahead of time and freeze meals for the during the week, this can be done on your day off or the weekend. Another option is to split the cooking duty with your spouse or older children, this takes the cooking pressure off of one individual in the family.
#3: Remove the Temptations
If your family is full of snackers, remove all of the temptation foods that are unhealthy and replace them with healthy alternatives. There are plenty of fantastic healthy snacking options available for your family. Set up a snack bar inside of your refrigerator that holds carrot, celery and cheese sticks, grapes, orange wedges, yogurt, hummus and any other snacking items that your family will enjoy. Put the snack bar at eye level so it is the first thing that your little ones see when they open the door. If you make healthy foods as simple and convenient as traditional snacks, your children will gravitate toward them.
#4: Take the Stairs
If your grocery store is nearby, why not ride your bicycles instead of taking the car? When you need to run errands that are further away, park as far away from the front door as possible and walk the rest of the distance. When you are in a building with an elevator, take the stairs. The more time that you spend walking, biking or simply moving, the healthier your family will become in the long run.
#5: Schedule Media Time
In this day and age of iEverything's, it can be hard to motivate your child to walk away from the screen. A good idea is to limit the amount of time that both you and your children are allowed to spend on media everyday. The rule in our home is that media is not allowed during the school week (for my son)- between school, chores, homework, extra-curricular activities, and family time, there just simply is not enough time leftover for media. And that as adults we are not allowed media time, once the little guy is home from school. On the weekends, media time is also limited to a set amount of minutes per day. It can be too easy for you or your children to end up spending hours and hours in front the screen if the time is not scheduled and monitored. This time could be spend together as a family, which is the point.
#6: Eat Together as a Family
When it comes to time spent together, the family dinner is sacred. If there is one healthy family resolution that you should definitely make and keep this year, it is eating together as a family. It the perfect time to reconnect with your family after a long day at work and school. It is like having a captive audience when it comes to your children, and making family dinner part of your routine will strengthen your family bond. Studies show that child who grow up having dinner with their family every night, lead healthier, happier, longer lives too.
#7: Pack it to Go
A great way to make sure your family is getting healthy is to make sure that everyone packs their lunch, reusable bottles and snacks for school and work each day. If anyone is your family is eating fast-food or grabbing a snack from the vending machine, this is the year to stop that bad habit. Not only is it healthier to pack your own lunch and snacks (as long as you are packing healthy options) it is much better on the environment and your family budget.
What ways will your family get healthy in 2016?
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Cirrus' New Turbo: Baffling
The way the story goes, Cirrus Aircraft (still called Cirrus Design back in 2006) didn't initially want to sell a turbo version of the SR22. Then customers starting seeing SR22s regularly doing 200 knots on FlightAware, clustered around central Oklahoma. The story continues that there were threats of canceled orders; customers would rather buy a used Cirrus capable of this mysterious extra speed than a new one.
I don't know if customer pressure finally convinced Cirrus to come out with the turbo (SR22TN), but when Cirrus did move, it took the unusual step of doing it by STC, embracing the turbonormalized system cooked up by Ada, Oklahoma's Tornado Alley Turbos (TAT).
The SR22TN has a turbo system strapped on the SR22's high-compression IO-550 engine. Normally, this would be a detonation minefield, but TAT avoided this because the installation boosts only enough to maintain sea-level power as the airplane climbed. But with a high percentage of 310 horses available in the flight levels, the SR22TN pushed past the magic 200 in true airspeed.
It was also mandated in the POH that the engine must be run lean-of-peak. This was a first, although other aircraft have been certified with the lean-of-peak option. But not lately. The TAT system proved Cirrus' most popular model and one of the most successful and reliable turbo installations ever.
Fast forward four years and Cirrus rolls out a new turbocharged version, the SR22T, at the annual Cirrus Owners and Pilots Association migration, which I attended last weekend in Dayton, Ohio. The new model has a TSIO-550 that ground boosts up to 34 inches and uses the traditional low-compression pistons. There are a handful of other changes that dress up the new model that Cirrus billed in the announcement as "lighter, quieter, smoother."
Judging by comments I heard at Dayton, some current Cirrus owners seem less than impressed. Devotees of the TAT system are practically evangelical in their support of the turbonormalized system, so it's no surprise they latched on to some of the new model's shortcomings and made their counter pronouncement: "slower, hotter, burns more gas."
Cirrus concedes all three of those points, but quantifies them as an acceptable trade. The speed Delta may be as much as 10 knots or so up in the mid-teens where most turbos travel; the fuel burn is 0.3 GPH more. I say "may be" because our trial of the airplane for an article in the July issue of Aviation Consumer revealed inconsistent data. But the TN still appears faster.
The SR22T POH has "acceptable" CHTs in the low 400s. Some folks would disagree on how acceptable that is over the long haul, especially given the troubles Continental has had with premature cylinder wear. Outside the rabid TAT fans, whom you'd expect to turn up their noses at the new machine, reaction of the crowd at large seemed to fall between lukewarm and, well, apathetic.
This disturbs me, especially in light of Cirrus billing the new model as having "future fuel flexibility." This is a clear play toward the lower-compression engine being able to burn lower-octane gas. But notably missing was any statement on how much flexibility an SR22T owner would have when burning lower octane gas.
Teledyne Continental has been pushing 94UL as substitute for endangered 100LL, but it concedes that to avoid detonation, power reductions may be necessary. So is a buyer of an SR22T covering his bases for a future fuel, or just thinking he is? Nobody knows and Cirrus isn't volunteering any numbers to help buyers out. In other words, there's no power table for running this airplane on 94UL or anything less than 100UL. That's where the apathy bothers me. I think there are plenty of potential buyers who don't know enough on the issue to ask this question.
If five years down the road, a couple of hundred SR22T owners get smacked with enforced power reductions they thought they had immunity from, someone's going to start talking lawsuit. I think an SR22T buyer is going to read "fuel flexible" as "burns 94UL without restrictions," and this hasn't been shown to be true. In addition, the SR22TN has an excellent maintenance history. The long-term maintenance of the new SR22T is an unknown. There's some risk that this could come back to bite them if maintenance issues emerge.
Against these factors, I'm having trouble seeing where the risk of introducing the SR22T is worth whatever gain there might be. Normally, new models are supposed to be better in measurable ways--faster, higher and so on--but this one isn't. Not in terms of the engine anyway.
I would say that many of the folks at the COPA migration were baffled by the introduction of the SR22T, thinking there must be some behind-the-scenes deal making or myopic bean counting going on. I can see why.


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For decades a drumbeat of urgency has sounded in the background, signaling a coming shortfall. Baby boomers move closer to full retirement age. Wave after wave of younger workers follows. Social Security doesn't have sufficient funds to meet the multiplying demands.
Of course, none of this is breaking news. What is now different comes from the current recession and the 7 million more people out of work. That means 7 million fewer people pay into Social Security. And that means – unless big changes happen fast – we'll run short of money. And we'll do so about four years sooner than previously anticipated.
A parallel crisis looms with the funding of Medicare, which could go broke even sooner than Social Security. And these concerns are not unique to the United States. Other countries saddled with aging workforces, such as Great Britain, France, Germany, and Japan, face the same predicament. Too many promises, too few resources. Could a younger generation's future get mortgaged yet again, to fund Social Security for current and about-to-become retirees?
The Scriptures give reason for hope. They remind believers – and doubters – of what might be best described as a divine sufficiency. From God, the one divine Principle, springs a sufficient flow of inspired, problem-solving ideas. From this Principle come spiritually based answers to the most vexing challenges.
In one passage, for instance, the New Testament addresses early Christian churches in different locales, pointing to ways they could aid one another. The book of II Corinthians has Paul saying, "I mean not that other men be eased, and ye burdened: but by an equality, that now at this time your abundance may be a supply for their want, that their abundance also may be a supply for your want: that there may be equality" (8:13, 14). Doesn't this apply as naturally to two different generations as to two different congregations?
Of course, this Scriptural message is not designed to endorse one political view over another. Nor is it meant to sanction this or that party's economic policies. But its spiritual insights into God's sufficiency are priceless. The abundance spoken of in the Bible dawns as prayer brings to light God's endless provision for His creation. His love, His care, His conflict-resolving intelligence are sufficient. Prayerfully realize the presence of this divine sufficiency. Then the human strategies underpinned by this prayer tend to be more effective. They tend to stay clear of waste and to exemplify fruitfulness.
The divine sufficiency, outlined in the New Testament, gets illustrated in the Old. The prophet Elisha encounters a widow about to lose her two sons over a debt apparently incurred by her late husband. The story foreshadows the dilemma of today. Should the future and freedom of the younger generation be sacrificed to the financial needs of the older generation?
In this account, the threat of inter-generational injustice looms large. It looks as if the widow and her sons will come up short. But the prophet glimpses a timeless spiritual fact. The Almighty is equally close, equally at hand, equally sufficient for each generation. He is not heavenly Father for one generation and then – a step removed – heavenly Grandfather for the next. He has a direct and immediate connection with all His offspring. He is the Father of us all. So, it is natural for Elisha to discern a solution that's good for the widow, good for her sons, and good for the party to whom she owes the debt.
Interestingly, the only borrowing in the story is not borrowing from future generations – the kind of borrowing now in a harsh spotlight. The biblical borrowing was, in a sense, an acknowledgment of as-yet-unseen sufficiency. It was the borrowing from neighbors of "empty vessels," containers needed to store the abundant overflow of oil that Elisha foresaw, and that, in truth, emanated from the operation of divine Principle. When the oil flowed, the widow and her sons filled the vessels, sold the oil, paid the debt, and lived freely (see II Kings 4:1-7).
Mary Baker Eddy discovered that divine Principle operates with both scientific certainty and Christly compassion. She named her discovery Christian Science. She wrote, "The divine Principle which governs the universe, including man, if demonstrated, is sufficient for all emergencies" ("Miscellaneous Writings 1883–1896," p. 41). As 21st-century problem-solvers realize something of the nature and power and presence of Principle, they'll help bring divine sufficiency into view. The blessings will be big enough to meet the needs of each generation. No one has to lose.
Adapted from an editorial in the Christian Science Sentinel.


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A source close to Google said Mathers will continue to take a lead role in media solutions but the new role is designed to reinforce YouTube's presence and importance in the UK.
YouTube has ramped up its offering in the past 12 months, launching its first orginal UK content in October and announcing plans to introduce its first paid for channels later this year.
Mathers will now report to Dan Cobley, managing director of Google in the UK and Ireland, rather than to Benjamin Faes, the managing director of media and platform at Google across Northern and Central Europe.
As director of media solutions since January 2012 following the departure of Bruce Daisley, Mathers has been responsible for the introduction and growth of ad products including search, YouTube and other video, display, commerce, social and mobile.
A former captain in the British army, Mathers has been at Google since 2006 when he joined as head of partnerships for ISPs, portals and search. He held the role of industry leader of technology between March 2010 and January 2012.
After leaving the army in 1999, Mathers spent two years as a senior project manager at T-Mobile and then two years as a manager in the strategy and operations consulting arm of Deloitte.


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A contestant is died yesterday at the first day of the 13rd season of Koh Lanta. He was 25 and was died of a heart attack. The season is over and we don't know if this reality tv show will continue in France.Link: http://www.leparisien.fr/loisirs-et-spectacles/koh-lanta-un-candidat-de-25-ans-meurt-sur-le-tournage-au-cambodge-22-03-2013-2661885.php
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Borrowing the Gibson Tuck.
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it look me 2 years to grow out my hair - stead fast my lady friend! take some fish oil and prenatal vitamins - they seem to help speed the process along.ReplyDelete
i'm also in the same state re: bangs. mine are too long to keep in my face and too short to pull back and style in any remotely cute way. #hairwoes
Can't maintain my fringe, so going to the parlour tomorrow to lop it all off. :)) You are totally a Gibson Girl!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the link to the tutorial. I'm going to try it today. I've been trying to grow my bangs out for nearly two years and they're only down to my chin. It's an exercise in frustration! :)ReplyDelete
love it! looks so good, and your bangs look great here too. keep em' growin' baby! I know it is hard in the in between, but if I did it, so can you!ReplyDelete
Cute way to do your hair! Wish I'd known about this when my hair was shorter. 3+ feet of hair is a lot to deal with hah.ReplyDelete
And don't cut your bangs! They are SUCH a pain to grow up but really, once they are grown out, you will be happy. Mine are finally long enough that they stay in braids and pony tails and obey my demands now.
That little carrot pin is so cute.
my hair literally takes forever to grow! but how you have put your hair up is beautifulReplyDelete
I really love this style. . .I also am having growing pains with my hair, the inbetweeny phase is just no fun, but I am going to try this so thanks!ReplyDelete
Jess x
Ps. Downton started 2 weeks ago over here (UK) ad its V.GOOD!!! I also was a bit scared but after seeing the first one I was sucked back in!!
I tried this style out for the first time last weekend and I adore it. Its so simply and looks too cute. :)ReplyDelete
This is such a pretty style, love it.ReplyDelete
eee that carrot pin is so so cute!ReplyDelete
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Thanks for linking back to me, I really appreciate it. Would you believe it if I told you I too am growing out my hair for the premiere of The Hobbit? (Well, okay, not PRIMARILY, but it's a good incentive.)ReplyDelete
I've been swallowing everything about the movie prep that I can- I'm so excited!
And I'll have to check out Downton Abbey, it sounds positively lovely. =)
ACK, I didn't mean to delete my comment- so sorry about that! Anyway, thanks again.
you have the most beautiful complexion! golly.ReplyDelete
I found when growing your hair out that the old saying of "brush your hair 100 times before bed" actually works and stimulates hair growth from the roots.ReplyDelete
Yourskin is superpeachy and gorgeous!
Much Love
I have tried doing this, but it doesn't work for me at all. Maybe my hair's too thick? I wish I could, because it looks awesome and would solve a lot of summer hair problems...ReplyDelete
Oh my word, thank you for sharing this tutorial. My life will be so much easier now.ReplyDelete
I had tried this with a weird hair sponge roll thingy but it didn't work very well.
I am trying to grow my hair out and got it to several inches below my collarbone, but I must admit I did recently lob a few inches off so its back to collarbone length, because I also have one really annoying top layer that I am trying to grow out too, and it just needed to all be a similar length.
ooh! this looks super awesome! my hair is growing out awkwardly - i cut it into a bit of a bowlcut last week, which was a huge mistake! i wish i could do something like this, but i just don't have the patience. or the skill. plus my hair doesn't seem to hold any style. the slightest breeze or movement and it's gone.ReplyDelete
this hair style is so cute. i think you're just darling with an up-do.ReplyDelete
i've been growing my hair out for years. but thanks to stylists who didn't listen, and cutting more than i wanted (EVERY TIME. don't they know 2" is four months of work!) and just general it not growing very fastness, i'm finally feeling like it's long. and it's still not. :(
Bangs are the worst that way. They stubbornly cling to life as bangs and refuse to go back to being like -the rest- (>_>) of your hair. Stupid, ornery bangs. I've been growing mine out for nearly two years. I can finally do a hair mustache with them. So worth it! Hang in there! /odd rantReplyDelete
It looks lovely! Alas, I have the opposite problem right now: my hair is too long. Like 2/3 the way down my back long (it's getting chopped next week--joy!!!!). Wish I had some tips on how to magically grow hair. ;) hehe! Hang in there though--it was lots of fun to be able to have "mermaid" hair this summer for a bit! :DReplyDelete
So gorgeous. Also, you have the most lovely complexion...and I adore your little carrot pin!ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing the link to the tutorial. I'm waiting impatiently for my hair to grow out as well...sigh. This hairstyle definitely helps with the waiting though. :)ReplyDelete
Ah, I love it!ReplyDelete
Your hair is just so gorgeous in this post! Looks amazing. And don't fret, your readers are here waiting for you.ReplyDelete
And I am excited for the new season too!
BEAUTIFUL (apologies for the caps but it's true). x hivennReplyDelete
It looks simply beautiful and I will be borrowing the inspiration from you!ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing this so much! My hair is about the same length because I am trying to grow it after ehat used to be short hair with an undercut. The undercut turns out to be really really irritating because it's shorter than the rest of the hair, but I tend to do plaits along the side and then twisting my hair into a bun at the back. it takes a lot of bobby pins, but looks prettyReplyDelete