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I left the run until late afternoon. My left ankle is very dodgy, just like a few weeks ago when it went ping so I'll be very cautious. I cannot walk down stairs with any control or indeed composure! Every muscle in the lower half of my body aches a lot. I still have a smile on my face, I broke three and a half hours, did I mention it? 😉
Last night I woke up every two hours, doubled up with abdominal pain. No doubt that was the result of the preventative medicine I'd had to take in the morning just before the marathon and I had a thoroughly terrible night's sleep. I'm still suffering now, 36 hours later. Being this worn out and then getting very little sleep leaves you in a horrible state the next day and I feel truly shocking today! Add to this the neck and shoulder are still not right, I still feel stiff and they ache constantly, my stomach is tied in knots, the abdominal pain persists and you have the recipe for a terrible run.
Today's run was really tough. My legs weren't up for it and it hurt all the way to three miles. I managed to keep just over a nine min/mile pace somehow, but not without pushing through some serious pain. Even the act of stopping myself running to walk after I'd hit 3 miles hurt in my thighs, but I was pleased to find that the stiffness in my calves and thighs had eased a little in the post run shower.
And now for the full Brighton Marathon race report…
It's been a long build up to today. This is the big one. The truly long run of the challenge year's calendar.
Brighton hosted it's second marathon today and along with a good few other runners I know, I lined up at the start to see Steve Cram fire the pistol and set us all on our not-so-merry way, 26.2 miles shy of the finish line.
I'm here today to compete in a marathon, though there isn't a single person in the field I'm actually competing against. I'm here to beat myself. Break my PB. Even that's a bit of a misnomer really, having only run one marathon before (and that was Brighton last year). The time to beat is 4h41. It went sort of like this…
07:00 Against all the rules and all of the advice I tuck into a bowl of cornflakes, a full english and a large pot of strong coffee. How bad can it be?
07:15 Off we go to Preston Park. The barriers are up, the marshalls are out, there's a buzz about Brighton this morning.
07:30 Time for the Imodium to combat the adverse effects of anti-inflammatory pills. This is not going to be a good day!
08:00 There appear to be a sea of runners making their way up to Preston Park for the 2011 Brighton marathon. It's a hilly challenge in parts and many are here sporting t-shirts advertising they're return competitors from last year, as is your's truly. Damian and I find James and our official photographer does a great job of capturing the moment. James appears to be sporting a knee support and receives intense interrogation on the subject. Turns out he's still as crazy as he ever was and is planning to run his three heroic events this week on said dodgy knee!
08:15 Whilst discussing target finishing times I show my 3h30m target finishing time wrist band on my right wrist and my back stop 3h40m timing band on my left. Damian says that breaking 3h30m will qualify me for the Boston marathon. It's unanimously agreed that Boston would be a great place to go, so I agree that my target is now to break 3h30! I text my brother and tell him that 12:30-13:00 finish is no longer the target, he should be at the finish line from 12:15, I'm feeling good this morning. Frankly all of this is pie in the sky at this point. I have no real basis upon which to claim I could run sub 3h30.
08:30 Damian and I wander off to the back pen discussing his plan for the run, making sure he's comfortable with everything and on the way I spot Heather, a lady who volunteered with me on a Sense holiday a couple of years back. Damian tells me I know too many people!
08:45 I wished Damian the best of luck and headed down to the blue pen, just behind the club runners and elites. In the pen I meet a guy called Sacha who is running for Sense. Nice bloke, we had an interesting chat about what Sense do, the 1095miles challenge and his running career too.
09:00 Bang, the gun goes. We're stationary for an awfully long time. Then I hear the PA announce that the 3h30 pacer has just passed under the gantry. He's some way ahead of me so I resolve to catch him up, but not before a good 15 or 16 miles at least. We're off. This is exciting. I click into an 8 min/mile pace from the start, only slowed a little by the large proportion of the field who seem surprised by the hill after the first bend!
What little time I'd lost on the way up the hill (to the highest point on the course!) was quickly regained on the way back down. As I passed by the Start line for the second time, I spotted Damian still walking towards the start. I shouted over to him and he replied "Run faster!"
Settled in my pace, the next few miles went really nicely. I'd set the Garmin to ping every half mile and update me on my average pace for that section. If you click through to the Garmin map for yesterday's post, you'll see just how consistently I managed to hit my target 8min/mile pace (look at the lap splits).
After about 5 miles I met another Sense runner whose name has sadly slipped my mind. We had a brief chat and on I went. I caught up with Heather on the way back down to St. Dunstan's and wished her luck before she told me to get going and let her know how I did at the end. At 10 miles I saw Damian again. He'd have been at about 6 miles I guess and he looked like he was enjoying it. Once again, more "Run faster you slow coach" type banter came my way.
I crossed the half way point at about 1h42m. That's only 6 minutes shy of my half marathon PB so I was a little concerned I may have gone out too quick in the first half. I finally saw the 3h30m pacer in front of me at around 15.5 miles and caught him up by mile 16. I had a chat with him about how he was pacing the miles and he seemed to think I was looking good for finishing it at this pace, mainly due to the fact that I looked ok and wasn't really feeling it yet. We compared stop watch times and I jokingly said it was so I could work out exactly how far I could let him get ahead of me at the finish! I carried on creeping ahead of the pacer and met a guy called Kris who was keeping an eye on, and trying to keep ahead of the pacer I'd just been speaking to.
Kris and I ran and chatted for the next nine miles. This was a really good thing for me and I think for Kris too. At least four miles just seemed to pass without notice and even the tougher later miles were made somewhat easier as we shared the odd joke, often about how we kept looking back for the 3h30 pacer, and discussed why we had chosen to support the Charities we were both running for. At 24 miles or so, Kris was looking much stronger than me for the finish so I wished him luck and off he went at one hell of a rate! Nice to meet you Kris.
Then my ankle went a bit wobbly. The same left ankle that plagued me all those weeks ago. I plodded on for the last mile trying my best not to twist it unnecessarily and slowed down a bit for the last half a mile. I really had no clue what time I'd run, only that Mr 3h30m Pacer was behind me so I knew I'd broken the revised target!
I found out moments later that I had crossed the line in a chip time of 3 hours 25 minutes and 38 seconds (PB). That's an hour and sixteen minutes off last year 😉
My brother had assumed the faster target finsih time was just bravado and missed me crossing the line by about 5 minutes!
We headed back to the hotel and I showered. Met my brother and had a quick beer, then dashed out to try and spot Damian coming in. I'd expected him at around 4h50m, given the 21 degrees predicted (And I'm very sure it was 21 degrees!) but he was nowhere to be seen. I did spot Keith though, coming in to claim a superb 4h57m. Very well done mate! I even got a photo.
Having decided we'd missed Damian, we began to walk towards the pub that was planned as the venue for post marathon celebrations, with a workmate of mine Sam whose wife Megan had run the event too. As we walked along, there he was! We shouted over, but he'd put the dreaded headphones in and couldn't hear us. I'll let Damian blog the story for himself and save the punchline for him to reveal…
And speaking of Damian. It turns out that the qualification time for Boston is 3h05m. Well done buddy, you got me to break 3h30m, even though you were wrong!
Damian and I have agreed to have a go at beating our PB's in Chester in October.
I said if I ran a marathon in under 3h50m I'd call myself a runner. Done!
Oh, and I've redeemed my priority entry for 2012 already. I'm in!
Today's shoes: Newish Kayano 17′s
Miles today: 3.00
Target: 609
Miles to date: 794.33
"You also need to look back, not just at the people who are running behind you but especially at those who don't run and never will… those who run but don't race…those who started training for a race but didn't carry through…those who got to the starting line but didn't cross the finish line…those who once raced better than you but no longer run at all. You're still here. Take pride in wherever you finish. Look at all the people you've outlasted."
– Joe Henderson


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Thursday, 16 December 2010
Cool video docu on Cirio Santiago's SAVAGE
Check this out, paesano!!! My buddy Steve Mayhem over in the States is doing a series of short documentary films that he calls Fighting Femmes, Fiends, and Fanatics and his newest one is on the Santiago Filipino film SAVAGE!!!
So far Steve has churned out three episodes, they're all cool and you really ought to check them out if you're into psychotronic cinema. So get yaself a cup of coffee and press "play". Kudos goes out to Steve for this well made and entertaining short documentary (it runs around 10 minutes).
I recommend you watch the previous episodes as well, just go to his YouTube account or alternatively you can watch them on the world-weird movie blog Die, Danger, Die, Die, Kill! (one of my favourites!) where these videos are first posted. I've collected the posts here.
And thanks to Steve for the shout-out for this here wee blog of mine at the end of the episode. Much appreciated!
PS:And if you do a blog yourself you could do much worse than re-post these docu's (or link to 'em). Spread the word about these cool films. :D
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The Prophets Speak
Andrew Leon Hudson
Prophet Ability => Profitability?
Agnotious C. Clehrley scowled his way through the station crowds, his face a topographic map of angry contours. He was well ahead of schedule, his train wouldn't leave for half an hour yet; longer, if he felt like spreading some of his foul mood around.
He squinted up at the glare - no way could this day get any worse.He pushed his cap back, letting the air-con chill the sweaty tide-mark for a moment before screwing it down again tightly, dwelling yet again on the fact that his train would not be taking off this afternoon, that it would not soar through the skies like the spirit of freedom itself; that the amber wings sewn, spread, above his cap's plastic brim were simply the logo of AERAIL TRANSCONT, Inc. and not a proud badge of achievement. Never to be saluted. Never to be stared at in awe by a six year-old lad invited to a cockpit to experience a formative moment. Never to win one of a string of fleeting coital victories from air hostesses and breathy passengers alike. He was not a pilot, he was a driver. No-one would ever call him Captain, apart from that smart-mouthed, idiot-grinning conductor. Hell, he was more likely to be called a Brakes Technician for all the control he had over his route through life.
"Morning, Cap'n!" yapped the smart mouth. Agnotious grunted in return as his chirpy, blond conductor fell in beside him with wingman-like precision, smiling cheerfully both left and right. At least the crowds were parting quicker for the two of them. "Where to today, Aggy? Right between those rails, right?" The smart mouth laughed easily, as if he hadn't just reduced another man's whole life to a pair of parallel lines heading for a vanishing point of utter meaninglessness. Aggy tried not to bare his grinding teeth.
Down the escalators and out onto the sunlit platform, the heat hit him like a slap. Tender skin began to prickle immediately and now Aggy started sweating properly. He'd be in the shade soon enough though. Eight straight hours in his seat to look forward to, wet cooling in the crack of his pants as a chill straight from the Antarctic dryly circulated "for his comfort", and so he wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel - at the dead man's switch rather. He squinted up at the glare - no way could this day get any worse.
"Brothers, sisters," called the voice. Ah nuts, thought Aggy. Here we go.
The prophet wore his long hair in a tan-blonde ponytail, with a light beard attractively dusting his softly angular jaw line. His warm brown eyes looked with friendly intensity from face to face. He smiled with knowing sympathy at those whose gazes flinched nervously from his as quickly as they had alighted, or nodded with assumed camaraderie to those braver souls, even hostile ones like Aggy, who didn't look away. He was pleasing to look at, but in a vague sort of way and as always Aggy couldn't be totally sure that it was the same guy as the day before. Damn well kept coming back though, that was for sure.
"Brothers, sisters, I have words your hearts would hear. Pause a moment, if you may, for I will not take long and your train will not be leaving soon."
"Is, is that what passes for prophetic wisdom these days?" said Aggy, catching himself half by surprise. His conductor drew a nervous breath. Aggy's flagrant disregard for Aerail's "Sunshine" policy always put him on edge, and it wasn't as if he could even tell the guy off for it - Unhappy Employees Make Unhappy Travellers, as they had both recited in the past, and Aggy was his driver after all, bad natured or not.
"Oh, come on, Cap," he said, extra brightly, "He's doing no harm, I'm sure." Aggy let out a derisive grunt, but it was the prophet who spoke first.
"No, brother Tom, the Captain speaks well. Can there be a more needless activity than to fill thin air with empty words, unless it is to deliberately spread falsehoods in the name of truth? The burden is mine to be proven right and I eagerly accept the doubt of others, no matter how heavy that load becomes - for when the rightness of my vision comes to pass, the transformation of doubts into certainties will lift me like a feather on the summer winds!"
He ended this speech with his arms spread as wide as his beatific smile, and the three men now stood at the centre of a loose knot of observers, those on the outskirts peering to see what was happening. Aggy stared at the prophet in surprise, then turned to the smart mouth. "Is your name really Tom?" he asked.
"Yes it is, thank you," said Tom, hurt. They had only been paired together for approaching two years.
"I expect it will take more than one good guess to convince you though, won't it... Agnotious?" The prophet grinned.
"You could have got that from company records," Aggy scoffed, "anyone could."
"And it was not prophesy in any case," agreed the prophet. "Perhaps something..." His eyes fell closed and he stood for a moment in silent contemplation. The audience shuffled and murmured but Aggy kept his eyes firmly on target - not to spot some sleight of hand but because he didn't want to find anyone's amusement directed his way, smirking at his expense. The smart mouth... Tom was still flanking him.
"Let's go, that train won't drive itself," Aggy muttered finally, contrary to his own opinion; but at that moment, as if he had been waiting for that very cue, the prophet spoke.
Somewhere else, five banks of ten monitors bathed their operators' faces in a blue-green glow. They spoke into headsets, eyes occasionally flicking up to scan the huge wall screen opposite, which was divided into continental categories, each one filled with scrolling texts, constantly being replaced or updated.
The operator in row-three-booth-eight had been an unemployable Applied Physics graduate for three years before landing on her feet here. Above the many windows filled with scrolling text on her monitor (and the one featuring Agnotious's company record and employee photo) was the word "Philadelphia".
"The Phillies have signed promising rookie pitcher Jamie Jenkins of the Orioles for a record seventy-five, seven-five, million dollars," she read, then glanced at the main screen to check breaking global events. "A third aftershock in Japan, minor, no casualties." Back to her monitor. "Business: shares in Jacobson International Plastics rise 26 cents..."
"...And the earth will rise and fall again in a distant land," the young man continued. Some of the crowd had drifted but Aggy and Tom were still amongst the listeners. Tom was fidgeting now; it was a long walk to the engine up at the distant end of the platform and they were going to be actually late if they wasted much more time, but Aggy felt obligated to listen, even against his will. The prophet opened his eyes suddenly and looked at him. Aggy flinched.
"Do you invest, Captain?" he asked. "A quarter of Jacob's sons will rise as well. That's Jay Eye Pee," he added with a wink. The young man bowed his head for a moment and when he looked up he also held out a soft, colourful, hand-woven bag for donations. Aggy snorted, the spell broken.
"You're not getting my change for your old wiffle-waffle," he said, tugging Tom's sleeve as he started away. The train shone in the sun, a silver thread that would snake across the nation - just legally below the speed of sound - and be back before sunset, barring further delays.
"That's okay, Aggy," the prophet said to his back, a smile on his lips. "There's always another day, and change is, you know, inevitable." Aggy snorted again and didn't turn. Tom dropped a few small coins into the prophet's bag, hoping the faint noise went unnoticed by Aggy, then hurried after him.
"Oh, and wear a coat tomorrow," the cheerful voice added. "It's going to rain."
Thirty-six hours on the road, sort of, it ought to be good to be home, even if home was a twenty square metre box on the thirtieth floor. Aggy tossed his jacket over the chair back and went for a shower while the cooker rayed his dinner. There was more steam in his kitchenette than the bathroom cubicle when he emerged, clouding out of the tray slot like dry-ice at a nightclub. Have to get that fixed, he thought, again, gingerly pulling the meal out with a towel to save his fingertips.
He sat and flicked channels on the bedsitting-room wall for twenty minutes as his food cooled, but there was nothing on. Eventually he came to the news band, channel after channel of waving flags and action movie anthems: boring, boring, bland-business-news-boring. Resigned, he gave up, peeling the tray and waving away another little cloud of steam. On the wall two clones in grey suits with grey hair and grey skin were telling the underwear model anchorman how good things looked for the economy.
Aggy chewed his Chick-In-Pie™ and tuned out, staring through the ticker-tape scrolling over the bottom of the screen. GOL, GRD, GWW, HAN, HAR, HEC, ISL... then he paused, eyes tracking right to left until the legend JIP 142.03 +.26 vanished into the corner of the room behind his Plas-Authen-Tic™ cactus.
There was a clap of thunder outside his single opaque window, then it flickered at the flash of lightning. "Huh," said Aggy absently, as the downpour began. Ten channels over, at the start of the weather band, a Miss World runner-up was forecasting sun with absolute smiling certainty.
"We're on a three minute count to air, three minutes, count-and-mark -" Beep.
The message sounded from speakers in every part of the building except the one that mattered. Two men hurried towards that very room, one with fluttery little bird steps, the other with the charismatic stride of a person secure in his absolute importance. Other corridor users deferred reverentially.
"How's the line-up?" A rich voice, comforting, trustworthy. Award-winning.
"A great line up, just great, Greg, just great -"
"I'm not so sure, it felt stale this morning and only the time has changed. Give me the rundown."
"Okay, Greg, of course. Okay: starting with headlines, ad-break, then leading with the Presidential Response, expert commentary from Michael Haiyuns, ad-break, second tier starts with Japan -"
"Again? That's the third on the trot, there'll be nothing left of it this time next week. It's getting old, shuffle it to the bottom - but keep an ear out in case it sinks completely, that we'll go live with. Next?"
"The Rev. John James Faraway shouting down the hellfire about the conflict with -"
"No, no, no no no. He's becoming a cliché, this is no good. And after that?"
"Economic super-boom is forecast for -"
"Hold it."
The two men stopped in the corridor - rather, the tall one stopped, thinking, and the other danced back and forth beside him, torn between a crucial spiralling lack of time and utter subservience to his master.
"Counting two minutes to air, two minutes, count-and-mark -" Beep.
"Good evening," said the most handsome and powerful man in the building."Hold it. Wasn't there something on the backup about someone, someone talking, a street preacher or something?" He frowned, staring into the middle distance. For a moment his aide marvelled at the same crafted lines which presented the dazzling illusion of interested focus, regardless of what an interviewee might be saying at that moment - then he snapped to it, tapping at his palm board, searching the entire mediabase for details of the story. Then he scurried to catch up as his boss strode ahead again.
The lift doors at the head of the corridor glided open for them. The taller, elegant man checked out his various reflections in the mirrored doors and walls as they descended. The palm board chirped.
"Okay, I got it: three weeks ago, some guy shows up in Baltimore spouting what are described as perfectly accurate predictions on all sorts of topics: local and international news, politics, financial, the weather, you name it - and, it looks like he's moving around the country, we've got mentions of the same from New York, L.A., Boulder, Philly... lots more - he's a rover."
"Same guy?" Now there was a hint of that smile, that heart stopping charisma.
"Good looking, pony-tail, ah... hippy-ish outfit. I guess so."
"Right, bump the earthquake coverage to backup and let's take this as a surprise second tier between the Pres and the Rev, call it The Only Man Who Knows The Score, watch the networks scramble, eh?"
"It'll be great, Greg, fantastic!"
"Counting one minute to air, sir, that's just one minute to air, are you -" Beep "- on your way, sir?"
"Get that running order to the dee's box now, move it move it." He slipped a sliver of plastic from his flawless suit jacket, flicking it open with the coolest of flicks. "To, Dan. Don't worry about me, you just make sure things are go at your end, okay? New schedule coming to you and you'd better move it move it, I'll need something to read straight after the first ad break. Earn your bucks, buddy. Send." He coolly flicked it closed and slipped it away again, watching his gofer hop off down the corridor. Past the door.
His door. He opened it. His studio. This psychic thing could be good. His crew. It was human, far more so than the usual personality crap, it could run. His desk. He sat behind it and blanked his mind.
"Count for twenty." Up in the box, Dan the studio director glanced around at his team and saw everyone in place. At the monitors, all angles covered. Through the window and down at the desk, and there he was, settling into his seat and ready to go. A door opened and the gofer entered, twitching, holding out his board urgently. Dan waved him to a seat and held up five fingers.
"Count for ten, sync music, sync vid, prep anchor, up fade and play all for five... four... silent..." and... smile... God, he thought. The man's like a machine. It's beautiful.
"Good evening," said the most handsome and powerful man in the building. "I'm Greg Torrent and this, is Channel Pi News."
Nine Months Later
The data centre had grown. An indoor ziggurat beneath four giant sloping wall screens, each face held ten rising ranks of monitors like the steps of a pyramid, twenty on each bottom row, eleven on the top, over six hundred in total. Audio baffles muted the chatter of neighbouring operators from each other, though the regional supervisors sitting in the small lounge on the top of the pile could stream any one operator's voice on demand. Mostly they didn't, just keeping one eye on the auto-transcripts updating on their lap boards and another on their respective donation logs.
"They're generous in Australia today," said Oceania, for whom Applied Physics was now just a hobby.
"Good for you," grunted Americas. "There's too much competition for quarters in North, what with all the homeless, the unemployed, and the church. And in South, well, no-one's got anything."
"Which is exactly why you guys consistently get the most positive feedback. Put a sock in it."
Americas grinned. "Yeah, I know." He held out a hand and Africa high-fived it. They all looked up at a sudden chime followed by a low humming, then a section of floor in the corner of the lounge rose into the air, opening onto a small elevator. A familiar face emerged and smiled at everyone.
"Hey hey, look who it is!" called Americas. "Let me get you a drink. Oh, and... how are the prophets?"
"I was just about to ask you the same thing!" quipped the prophet, and as had become ritual the others chimed in with a laugh. They all got to their feet and shook hands in turn. "Seriously, how's tricks?" the prophet asked.
Europe dropped back onto his beanbag and tapped at his lap board. "Looking pretty good, to be honest. Since the last quarter we've been seeing a steady increase across the board - even in the US, not that he'll admit it. If it keeps on like this, by the end of the financial year we'll be up to our neck in pocket money. Unless you wanted to expand again, of course."
"That's the plan. In fact, that's why I'm here. We're about to double - we've just finished construction on a second data centre, in Kyoto. It's going to handle Asia exclusively. We're going to need experienced brains to get it up and running... from the looks on your faces, I'm guessing someone kept her secret."
"You complete bitch!" cried Oceania, throwing a cushion at Asia, who batted it away with her lap board, giggling. "I knew it, I just knew it!"
"Great - we're always looking for someone with a talent for premonition. We were thinking, how do you two feel about co-heading the new team?" The prophet winced, then turned to the others and tried to make himself heard over the chorus of delighted squealing. "As for you guys, no big move I'm afraid. But this centre becomes dedicated to all the other regions and we'll be doubling staff in the field. So, you go to senior supervisors and see about sourcing some new guys from down there on the slopes, okay?"
"You got it, your holiness." Americas wore a sly, appraising smile. "That's the line now, did you hear?"
The prophet sighed theatrically. "Yes, I did, but that was always going to be on the cards. It's just a case of waiting and seeing who's the lucky winner." He shrugged, then separated Asia and Oceania and slung one arm each around their shoulders for a hug. "Come on. Let's have that drink you mentioned."
Greg Torrent fixed his audience with a gigawatt gaze and nodded tersely. "Welcome back with Channel Pi and, news today of, growing concern about the, self-professed prophet sighted, touring the nation. Unconfirmed reports have also surfaced placing him in, Mexico, Argentina, several of the former Brazilian city states and - although I repeat this is, not confirmed - in the New Russia. Here with me we have, Michael Haiyuns of the Dog-Watch-Dog watchdog association and, Reverend J. J. Faraway, charismatic preacher and of course spokesperson for the Church of the Intra-Faithual Coalescence. But first we go live to, Hammond Strichter on the scene of the, alleged seer's most recent sighting. Hamm?"
"Thanks Greg, I'm here at the -"
Torrent mentally muted him and stepped on the quick-cut pedal, silencing his live mic and opening a line to the director's box while simultaneously activating a CG loop of himself nodding seriously in case of unexpected cutaways - the same image which mouthpieced Channel Pi's various 24 hour-a-day automated newscasts. "Are they both in place, Dan?"
"Sure thing, Greg, they're in the green booths and ready to go."
"They'd better have something poisonous to say. I don't like this story, Dan. You know why."
"It's a blip, Greg, just a blip, nothing more, nothing to worry about, just a blip, seriously, don't get yourself worked up, it's only a blip -"
"If you don't stop reassuring me, Dan, you're going to find yourself on the fucking street and you can go talk to this asshole direct and ask him what the deal is stealing my god-damned wind." Dan shut up, but Greg continued brooding, oblivious to Strichter's inane babbling in the background.
The prophet gave a benign smile and Greg felt himself bristling.Ratings had dropped. Greg's ratings had never dropped, not one point since he took over as anchor, not beyond a plus-minus point-oh-five percent fluctuation that could easily be blamed on technical outages. They had always risen. They only hit a plateau when the researcher department announced there were no more households in the civilised world lacking a web feed, and with Channel Pi effectively the default information provider for the globe, everyone else in the industry had to scramble to repeat whatever Greg said was the news.
Yet now, a drop. A consistent drop, for over three months... approaching one whole percent. Not just on the artificial feeds, but even a drop in Greg's personal rating. Amongst the world's mere broadcasters, tethered to their pathetic national and regional concerns, it was worse - staggering plummets, tens of percents, all over.
All because of that damn-
"Greg! Greg!" Dan's voice broke though and he blinked. "Wake up! Look at the feed! Strichter!" Greg turned to his sub-desk monitor, where a shaking camera POV showed Strichter's meticulously coiffed nape jostling its way through a tightly packed crowd. And at their centre, a glimpse of - Him.
"I can see him, he's talking!" Strichter's mic was buffeting against the bodies of the crowd with a mix of annoying unprofessionalism and pleasing authenticity, the excitement in his voice much the same. "I'm almost at the front now - excuse me, Channel Pi - coming through - shift it!" Strichter broke into a circle of emptiness surrounding the prophet, who paused to look at him with what appeared to be an air of pleasant surprise. The crowd closed ranks and the cameraman failed to join him, having to settle for aiming his lens between their heads as best he could.
"Hello, Hammond," said the prophet. "How is Greg?"
"I'm Ham- Hammond Strichter of Channel Pi news," Strichter barked redundantly. In the studio, Greg scowled. "How do you answer charges today that you are endangering the lives of ordinary decent citizens with baseless claims for some kind of religiously fundamentalist, er, predictionalism, while extorting money that their desperate families need to support themselves in these times of financial instability?" Greg brightened. Maybe the man had a future as a reporter after all. If they worked on his vocabulary.
The prophet gave a benign smile and Greg felt himself bristling. "Hammond, I only ask for voluntary donations in return for the service I provide and, well, if you'll pardon the pun, it's all done strictly non-profit. As for your kind implication regarding my deep spirituality... I make no claims of divinity. I simply tell it like it is, and I think my record for accuracy is spotless. Ask anyone here, I'm sure they will agree."
There was an outrageous murmur of confirmation from all around; then worse, laughter, as the prophet added, "In fact, I predict that Mr. Torrent will have something to say about all this any second now!"
Greg stamped on the other pedal under his desk, the feed overrider, force cutting back to himself. "Thanks Hammond. We're back now with Mr. Haiyuns and Rev. Faraway, gentlemen, welcome." He stamped on the quick-cut peddle again just long enough to bark, "I'm out of here, Dan!"
Up in the box Dan and his crew scrambled to connect the appropriate feeds, materialising the guests from their booths into the virtual studio opposite Greg's desk. "Thank you, Greg," they chorused.
"Michael, let me start with you. This prophet: dangerous lunatic or unstable victim of his own delusions?" Greg leapt out of his chair without waiting for the answer and stormed from the studio, leaving his CG persona to deliver the other questions from the script. Neither of his guests, nor his gradually dwindling share of a shamefully disloyal audience, had the slightest idea he was gone.
Four Months Later
The two men settled into their seats with a shared sigh. It had been a long day and the lights in the room were comfortably low, leaving both men barely more than silhouettes. "So, how was your trip?"
"Nice. It's a pretty country, you know, when you can get past all the problems. I think we can help make a real difference. Anyway, how are things looking contribution wise?"
The other waved at the wall beside them and a small screen came to life, streams of text and numbers washing up and down it. "Incoming, better than good. The average donation is rising every day. People everywhere like this interaction, the personal quality, and they are happy to pay for it. The fact that we aren't scheduling their information for them or pushing some agenda seems to make all the difference. Not dropping a story because it makes bad copy or doesn't meet some vague criteria of entertainment value. And there's no adverts, of course. Plus at our current rate of recruitment we'll have to start up a third data centre before next summer; but we can already afford to do so without impacting our other operations. The profits, as they say, speak for themselves."
"We really need to get a new head of comedy around here. And the Outgoing?"
"Well, good and less good. Anonymously, we're now outspending two-thirds of the world's states on education, and in the last week alone we've started supporting eight new junior schools and four more adult education centres. Unfortunately, the reason for that is the move towards accredited donations. We're only testing the waters so far, but we've lost a few schools putting a name to the wallet. People are happy to take mystery money, but when these boards are actually facing someone across the table they want to know what axe you're grinding."
"We aren't grinding anything. Except unbiased education."
"Say that, they get more edgy than if you start praying at them. And the church-sponsor representatives, they hate it! With no strings-attached cash, we're threatening their charitable stranglehold. So, they do everything they can to sow seeds of doubt amongst the decision makers, asking what do we really want, etc. And they aren't above making direct threats too, loss of Holy favours, scare them into line."
"So, no change there then."
"If it's worked for centuries..."
"You make it work for you too. Pity we have to go down this path, but sometimes it's true: you do have to give the audience what they want, at least until they don't want it any more."
"Yeah, well. Only that one thing left to get the snowball really rolling, but I guess we know now. It's going to be in America. You owe me a few bucks, pal. Do you know who you want to handle it?"
"Actually, I thought I'd do it myself. I don't think I'd feel comfortable giving it to anyone else. Besides, I've got a small head, and every little helps. Who knows..." They stood up and embraced.
"Good luck."
"Greg, it's just a - an honour to speak to you!"
Greg relaxed into the world's most expensive chair and smiled generously. The walls of his suite were blank. He spoke into his own phone for that intimate touch.
"Thanks, Hamm, really - and I just want to say it, I think you've got a great future ahead of you."
"Oh - I don't - thanks!"
"Yeah... if."
Greg didn't reply straight away and could almost hear the cold sweat forming on the other end of the line. "Hamm, we've got a real problem with this guy, you know? Him. There are reports, not just in the US, but all over now - he's spinning his webs and people are getting caught up in them, you know?"
"Whoa. That's... that's, like..."
"Bad, Hamm."
"Yeah. Bad."
"I need to know that you're the man to handle this story, Hamm."
"I am, Greg, I promise! I've got it covered every way!"
"I know you have, Hamm. But listen: as a reporter, and when the time comes, as an anchor, it's important to know when to report the news, and when to make it."
"...an anchor?"
"Sometimes, reporting the news is about saving lives, Hamm."
"And sometimes, saving lives means making a real sacrifice. If you know what I mean."
"I... I do, Greg."
"Have you ever been to war, Hamm?"
"Well then. All I can say is, when you get that chance, for an exclusive, one off, final interview - Hamm? Make me proud. Goodbye, son." Greg hung up and awarded himself a private Pulitzer for Best Anchor.
"It's been three days since the stunning, alleged murder of the, so-called prophet by former Channel Pi news reporter, Hammond Strichter. Later we'll be going to the Bush Secure Psychiatric Prison Facility for a, live interview with Strichter himself prior to his, key evaluation at the end of the week - and we'll be speaking with the good Reverend John James about, the support he hopes to lend to Strichter's cause."
"Back after, these messages." Greg smiled perfectly. Ratings had soared. He listened to Dan's quiet chatter in his ear, running an eye over the text on his backup prompt while he waited for the break to end - then Dan paused. Then he said something Greg couldn't make out. His voice sounded... bad.
"Greg, we've got to come back on right now."
"Dan, this is the ad break. We don't interrupt the ad break."
"We're going live in five, text on the prompt. Look fucking serious, man."
Greg didn't have to. Interrupting the advert break? The sponsors would kill them all, starting with their children. "We interrupt these messages - these extremely important messages," he ad-libbed, "to go live to... to where..." Greg read it again. "To, to go live-" Dan cut him off mid-word, but Greg didn't even notice, just turned immediately to his monitor to watch. It was Angela Voney.
She had to shout to be heard. "I'm Angela Voney reporting, live at the scene of the, death of the man they were calling, The Prophet Of Washington where this, massive, crowd have gathered to witness, the impossible. Because here, not two minutes ago - wait - wait..." Behind her tall, blonde bouffant hairdo the crowd was quietening. The camera's POV rose, lifted to look out over their heads - then, from the centre, like an expanding ripple on the surface of a pond, the people began to sit, right there in the street, spreading towards the outer edge, closer, closer, until the only other person still standing was - the prophet.
Silence. Then he turned once on the spot, slowly, to look out at them all.
"The rumours," he said, "of my death are, as they say, not really newsworthy." Just for a moment, he seemed to look straight into the camera. Then he waved. "So let me tell you something that is." He smiled, brilliantly, then began to spread some good news.
Back in his studio, a line of saliva leaked from Greg Torrent's slack mouth onto his tie, unnoticed by all.
One Month Later
The prophet led the newbie - subscriber, pre-convert, whatever - it would please the press no end if we called them initiates, he thought - into the spacious lounge, pointing out various features in passing, watching amused from the corner of his eye as the youngster stared at some other prophets, relaxing and chatting and staring peacefully out through the floor-to-ceiling window wall at the mountains and trees, or the animals grazing by the waterfall lake.
"Nice, isn't it?" he asked. His voice was deep, with just the hint of an accent.
"They all look like you," the newbie replied. "I mean, sure, you're black, and some of them are - he's Japanese, look, that one - but you all look alike. I mean, I never really believed..."
"We'll both dress up Oriental and go check out the fount of civilisation...""In the much fabled Conversion? That's where we're going now," said the prophet. He grinned at the newbie's suddenly wide-eyed expression and stopped walking. "Don't worry, kid, it doesn't hurt. We only call it that to give the media a shred of truth to hang their paranoia on. It is a part of the deal - everyone working in the field has to toe the company line, so to speak - but there's more than a little leeway; as you noticed yourself, we embrace all nationalities. Take me: I wasn't always this beautiful, chocolate flavoured god you see before you; my mother's side were Norwegian originally. I just really wanted to visit Africa, so that's where they sent me. Properly prepared, naturally."
"Well, maybe not," he admitted with another grin. He indicated the way and led the newbie out of the lounge and down a clean pale corridor. "But there's no questioning the freedom. You get to travel, to see the whole world if you want, and you're helping do good wherever you go. I've been thinking about a change myself recently. Maybe the exotic far east. China would be interesting. Ah, here we are."
Between a coffee machine and a ceramic drinking fountain was what looked like a tanning bed, hip-high beneath an opaquely glowing white domed lid. Just waiting for them there, halfway down the corridor - opposite the door to a unisex toilet. Like it wasn't very important. The newbie looked further down the way to a junction, nervously. A couple of prophets crossed it; one of them noticed his nervous stare and gave him a thumbs up. He looked back to the prophet - his prophet - this one.
"Man, I'm shitting myself a bit." The prophet patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.
"I know, don't worry. I was too, the first time. My whole identity is going away, who will I be, oh my god, oh my god! But really, don't worry. It only takes about fifteen minutes, it's only cosmetic, and it's entirely reversible. Seriously, I went back and forth for two hours when I joined up, just to make sure it always got me right. I used to put my old face back on like clocking off at the end of the day; this is just the uniform after all. But after a while, you know. Now I only bother if I'm going on holiday.
"Look, I'll tell you what: I'm going to be coming out with you while you find your feet anyway and I'll have to put my old face back on to blend in. Can't have two of us in one place at the same time. Why don't we just give you something nice and Apple Pie for now, and when you've got up to speed with the spiel and everything we'll both dress up Oriental and go check out the fount of civilisation for a few months - how does that sound?"
"I don't speak Mandarin."
"Wŏ bù xué wú shù," the prophet deadpanned. "Well, we can decide later. Hop on."
The newbie did, still nervous, looking about at the narrow compartment as he lay back. The prophet started tapping at the controls. As he reached up to close the dome the newbie took his arm lightly.
"You okay?" the prophet asked.
"Yeah, yeah, but..." The newbie swallowed, then squared his jaw. "I'm good. I just wanted to say..." He held out his hand to shake. "The name's Thomas... Tom."
Aggy smiled and took his hand. "I know," he said. "I remember."
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a person who engages in the profession of architecture.
a person professionally engaged in the design of certain large constructions other than buildings and the like: landscape architect; naval architect.
the deviser, maker, or creator of anything: the architects of the Constitution of the United States.
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to plan, organize, or structure as an architect: The house is well architected.
Origin of architect
1555–65; < Latin architectus < Greek architéktōn, equivalent to Greek archi- archi- + tektōn builder, craftsman
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a person qualified to design buildings and to superintend their erection
a person similarly qualified in another form of constructiona naval architect
any planner or creatorthe architect of the expedition
(tr) to plan or create (something, esp a computer system)
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C16: from French architecte, from Latin architectus, from Greek arkhitektōn director of works, from archi- + tektōn workman; related to tekhnē art, skill
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I presented a talk at DC PodFest 2017 about creating social change through podcasting. See my recap to start producing your own socially empowering podcast.
What I've learned so far
I launched The Plural of You in the Fall of 2014. I first had the idea for a socially optimistic podcast a year and a half earlier, but I kept waiting for a perfect moment before committing to it. That perfect moment never came. I realized I needed to just pull the trigger if I wanted to move forward with it.
I've learned a lot about creating social change through podcasting since then—and I'm still learning. Below is what I advised new podcasters at DC PodFest 2017 to keep in mind if they wanted to use the medium to make a difference in the lives of others.
Five key takeaways
- Work to reach individuals or a smaller group first. Reaching the largest possible group isn't always realistic. Keep in mind that groups come in all sizes, and they consist of individuals and even smaller groups. You can increase your reach as you build trust and expertise, but start small first.
- Make it easy for someone to find what they need. Your project can empower a group of people who otherwise lack access to power. A podcast can help them identify resources, collect and preserve knowledge, and build community in ways they may not be able to on their own. Gather the things someone would need to solve a problem in one place.
- Use this mission statement exercise to identify the problem or solution you want to approach, who would benefit (and would listen to a podcast), and what that group would need to make a change.
- Be a communicator, not a broadcaster. Ask people what they need, then respond to those needs with your podcast. Don't just tell people what you think they should need—that won't empower anyone new.
- If you're willing to start with what you have, be persistent, and listen to your target group for needs you can help them address, then you can make social change happen with a podcast.
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Here's a recap I recorded if you missed the presentation (or would like to watch it again). See the description on YouTube for timestamps.
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Janet Durbin is a Scientist in the Provincial System Support Program, Centre for Addiction and Mental Health, and has appointments at the University of Toronto (Department of Psychiatry and Institute of Health Policy, Management and Evaluation), and at the Institute for Clinical Evaluative Sciences.
Dr. Durbin has expertise in performance monitoring, program evaluation, measure development, community mental health, and systems of care. Her research is focused on the organization and delivery of mental health systems and services, particularly for individuals with severe mental illness. Current work is focused on measuring implementation of practice innovations for persons with developmental disabilities in emergency departments and primary care, and implementation of Early Psychosis Intervention Programs in relation to recently released provincial Standards. Past studies have examined system performance for inpatient and community mental health care. Information flow between primary care and psychiatry is another focus.
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Sunday, January 6, 2013
CD Top 10 of 2012
All righty.
Best wishes for the new year and here we are again with the lists.
Not so fanatic any more on the music front. Mostly because I'm not doing a lot of bar work, but also because the music station is a bit far away from the shop part, where I spend the most of time when i'm hanging around.
Still a lot of great music last year though and even a recent album on number 1.
1) JACK WHITE : BLUNDERBUSS, on Third man/Colombia
This genius sounds like a Jimmy Page/Robert Plant kind of hybrid and back at full force with this epic album.
It's funky, soulfull, bluesy, romantic and agressive at the same time. It's melodic and funny, very acoustic, femenin and with touches of country and garage rock. Yes, a magic disc indeed.
Click here for one of my favourite parts. (crazy shit!)
2) HERBIE HANCOCK: BLOW UP (SOUNDTRACK) on MGM Records 1966.
I remember buying this vinyl almost 20 years ago (in Hasselt) and rediscovering it now on CD.
The movie is a classic, but the music is even better.
What a band Herbie collected; My favourite trumpetist Freddie Hubbard was there that day, but also Jimmy White, Jim Hall, Jack deJohnette, Phil Woods and Ron Carter.
And then I didn't even mention Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page with their Yardbirds rocking and rolling for 2 minutes and 49 seconds!
Enjoy this epic 60's moment in this 3 minute clip.
3) PLASTIC BERTRAND : AN 1 on amc records in 1978.
I didn't even know he ever did more than dancing in this absurd 'Ca Plane Pour Moi' video. And the full album those days just stopped climbing in the charts at number 42, but I love it.
It's funny punk rock from Belgium from a decade long ago. It reminds me of Jacques Dutronc, but even less serious.
You wanne have fun in your bar : turn it on and play it loud!
And for those who don't understand a word of French : this is a brief translation of one of the 'couplets' :
what a vibration!
to be sent on the door mat
filed, ruined, drained, filled
You are the King of the divan!
she says to me in passing
I am the King of the divan
4) Johny Cash & June Carter : The collection.
5) Gary Numan : The Pleasure Principle
6) Sly And Robbie : Taxi
7) Stanleys Clarke : School Days
8) Archie Shepp: For Losers/Kwanza
9) Airto : Fingers
10) The Legendary Shack Shakers : Swampblood.
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Alaska is the global role model for a Citizen's Dividend, and we have copied Alaska as well. However, there is another lesson to be learnt from Alaska: how much should we deposit into the Permanent Fund. We have argued in an earlier blog post that the only solution is to deposit 100% into the Permanent Fund. This avoids consumption of inherited capital, volatility in the government revenue budget, poor governance arising out of easy money from mining, and imposing a hidden per-head tax on citizens.
Alaska deposits only 25% of its oil money in the permanent fund. The lions share (75%) is used in the state revenue budget. The present governor of Alaska, Gov. Bill Walker, has recently imposed a 50% cut on the citizen's dividend from the Alaska Permanent Fund. Note that the cut doesn't mean that the government gets the other half, it remains within the Permanent Fund. Gov. Walker has explained the stunning rationale for the cut:
"When I filed for office, state unrestricted general fund revenues were $7.5 billion. This year, they're $1.2 billion. That's an 83 percent drop.
"The budget is now down to $4.4 billion. That's below the spending level called for by the Alaska State Chamber of Commerce and others calling for big spending cuts — and we still have a massive deficit. We could close every school and every prison, and we still wouldn't have enough money to pay for state services.
"We simply can't cut our way down to a $1.2 billion budget."
What are the options before the governor? Sell more oil at the bottom of the market? Sell other assets in a fire sale? Introduce an income tax like in other states of the US? Raiding the permanent fund is perhaps politically the most attractive option – except that the Citizen's Dividend has made the Alaskans very protective of it.
If we think about the two counterfactuals. Suppose 100% had gone into the budget, this situation would have been much worse, and there would be no permanent fund savings either. However, if they had always saved 100% into the fund, then the budget would have correctly been at the $1.2 billion mark, and expenses would not have risen as much. And the Alaska Permanent Fund Dividend would have been 4 times as large, approximately $8,000 per citizen per annum.


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The clip opens with their electric blue Hyundai Elantra heading into picturesque Ryanville, "Population: Yes." Suddenly, Ryan Reynolds on a bike zips past their car, and the two women — including the driver — ogle him without keeping their eyes on the road ahead.
Then, they drive past Ryan Reynolds in a convertible getting pulled over by policeman Ryan Reynolds. "Can you give me a warning?" driver Reynolds asks. "Sure, warning!" responds his uniformed clone. "Here comes your ticket."
Salt-N-Pepa's "Whatta Man" fittingly plays in the background as the women continue to drive past other versions of Ryan Reynolds. It's hard for them to keep their eyes on the road, though, and the car suddenly comes to a stop. The Elantra nearly hits Ryan Reynolds walking a dog — but luckily, the car stops on its own. (Phew!)
"We all get distracted," Hyundai explains of its Super Bowl spot. "And that's why the All-New Hyundai Elantra protects you with advanced safety features like Automatic Emergency Braking with Pedestrian Detection. After all, you never know what you're (not) going to run into out there."
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Lessons from Bushido, The Way of the Warrior
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The Hagakure, written by Tsunetomo Yamamoto in the 18th century, is thought to be one of the most authoritative documents on samurai values and code of conduct. It was secretly circulated for the next 2 hundred years until in 1906, it was published. It is said that the Japanese ruling class was greatly influenced by it and anyone looking to get a glimpse of the mind of Japanese men from businessmen to politicians should look into it. The book Bushido: The Way of the Samurai is the first English translation of the Hagakure text. The book is a quick read at less than a 100 pages not including the foot notes.
In Hakagure, Yamamoto covers deep philosophical issues such as the essence of Bushido and honor, courage and spirit to the trivial and mundane such as how to stop yawning or the samurai's toiletries. There may be as little as 2 sentences written about each topic. Some of the stuff is probably not going to be applicable to the modern day westerner, but I was surprised to find how much of it was very applicable to me in all aspects of my life, including my personal life, my work, and of course, my martial arts.
The Hakagure starts off with a bang. The often misunderstood or misquoted first line reads:
I have found the essence of Bushido: to die!
As I began reading this, I already started forming wrong impressions on the philosophy of Yamamoto and probably wrote him off as a lunatic. Once I started getting into it and dove deeper and deeper, I began to understand what he meant. What he didn't mean was to throw away one's life needlessly and seek death. What I took from this was that one (in this case, a samurai) should live and act as if one were ready to die. That is to live and act with no regrets, giving it your all as if you had nothing to lose. That is the way of the samurai. This reminds me of a scene from the movie Gattaca, where Ethan Hawke's character, a natural born unenhanced human, is swimming across the lake against his genetically modified superior younger brother. Ethan's character manages to beat him and his brother asks him how. His reply was that he never saved anything for the trip back.
Here are some other takeaway points:
- Trust those who've made mistakes as opposed to those who are perfect and have yet to make mistakes. Place your trust in people who have experience.
- Nobody's perfect, take and learn from the strong points of each person.
- On loyalty: "If you want to see the true mind of your friend, then you should get sick."
- On spirit: "Sane men of calmly composed mind cannot accomplish a great enterprise." You have to be a little crazy.
- On failure: "Fall seven times and get eight."
- On changing times: "… do your best according to the requirements of the present generation." Those who are stubbornly nostalgic cannot succeed. Likewise those who ignore the past cannot hope to learn from it.
- On judging your own abilities: you can't. Ask others.
- On challenge and difficulties: "If the water rises, the ship rises too." The harder the obstacle, the more you will need to rise to meet that challenge.
There are many more lessons covered in this book, but these ones were the ones that resonated with me. It's such a small book that you should just read it as your take will be different from mine.
One thing I learned about the word "Ronin" is that it doesn't necessarily have a negative connotation that the Hollywood movie by the same name seems to connotate. Ronin are samurai that are asked to leave their Lord's household either for punishment or as a way for them to gain life experience by tasting the miseries of life.
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While Rudy Giuliani's image as hero of Gotham gets snuffed by the International Association of Fire Fighters with Democrats all too happy to help douse his flame, the FX's "Rescue Me" about life in a New York firehouse after 9/11 also has viewers evacuating.
The TV show, now in its fourth season has suffered a Nielson meltdown with Ad Age's Brian Steinberg saying it's in need of triage.
That both stories converge now is telling on a few levels.
Rudy's remark, "I was exposed to exactly the same things they were exposed to. So in that sense, I'm one of them." may have singed him, but it wasn't fatal. Rather, the back draft from it is just part of the now standard media cycle.
Gaffes get gobbled down so fast and digested into the meat grinder of news they pass through like bland chopped liver. They're fuel for a few runs around the news track, and then become heartburn. First the faux pas. Then the daily feeding frenzy. Then the endless spin cycle. All are typical of our magnified media endoscope. In time, it will be one more stone that future historians will have to turn over and piece together never able to find the original cause.
Rudy's bigger misstep is linking himself to W and trying to take ownership of an event that for each of us holds a sacred place. Just as no one individual can own The Holocaust because it is larger than any one person, to brand oneself as the savior of 9/11 is a shaky scaffold to support.
W's leaned on it so heavily over the past six years that it's bowing. Using it as a hook to hang your Uncle Sam hat on is, well, old.
As a culture, while we feel an emotional bond with that day, we also feel it was leveraged against us and our sympathy used for a war we're sick and tired of watching.
It's the reason shows like "Rescue Me" are flaming out. Rescue me from "Rescue Me".
It's the sheer exhaustion with the constant state of alarm we're in without finding the match that started the whole thing. It feels like we've been blown plenty of smoke. But where's the spark that started it all?
Where is bin Laden? He's a ghost. An apparition.
Similarly, the TV shows that were so rooted in the ground of 9/11 have evaporated. Gone are shows like "The Nine" and "Vanished" which tapped into a realistic sense of danger.
Replacing them are fantasies based on the metaphysical that picked up from the phenomenon of "Heroes." I'll have more to say about them once they start to air, but look for shows this fall like ''Pushing Daisies'' a forensic fairy tale that focuses on Ned, a piemaker with a mysterious ability to make the dead live again and "Journeyman" about a time traveler.
Last year's hit show "Heroes" depicts various people around the world who discover they possess real superpowers from instantly healing physical injuries to manipulating time in order to travel through it.
But all these shows reflect more than just the state of anxiety that pervades a post 9/11world. They are a backlash against the very shows that picked up on that tension.
The ratings war is picking off the shows that were the first responders to the cultural chasm.
In the arrangement of Aristotle's treatises, his Metaphysics follow his Physics and are so called as they literally follow, though some have interpreted that to mean they go beyond.
Likewise, if television is any indication of the times, with a season of shows that tap into the metaphysical, perhaps it's also time pols do the same and move beyond the ground war and continuously trying to lay claim to lower Manhattan.
While we remember the past, the country is tuned into a different frequency, one on a higher, more spiritual level.


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Diploma and Bachelor Degree Graduated
The founding of Bank Pembangunan Daerah Jawa Barat was backgrounded by the the rules of the government of Republic of Indonesia number 33 in the year of 1960 about company act of determining by the Dutch and has been nationalized was located in Bandung by the name of NV Denis (De erste Nederlandsche Indische Shareholding). The company was previously in mortgage bank. As the result of an act from government rules number 33 in the year of 1960 of West Java Government Province by Notary Public Noezar number 152 dated March 21st, 1961 and number 184 dated may 13th, 1961 and has been inaugurated with the letter of decision from the the governor of west java province number 7/GKDH/BPD/61 dated on May 205th, 1961, had founded PD Bank Karya Pembangunan with basic capital in the amount of Rp 2.500.000, 00
In order to support the vision accomplishment and bank bjb's mission to become the 10 largest and to have a good performance in Indonesia, bank bjb, have done some changes, one of the change is the corporate's culture. The corporate's culture reflects the spirit of bank bjb, in facing bank's competition which is getting tighter and dynamically. The corporate values has been formulated which is GO SPIRIT which comes from Service Excellence, Professionalism, Integrity, Trust which has already explain in the 14 main behaviors.
Based on the result of meeting of the share holder (RUPS-LB) PT Bank Pembangunan Daerah Jawa Barat dated July 3rd, 2007, along with the decision letter from Governor of Bank Indonesia number 9/63/KEP.GBI/2007 dated November 26, 2007, about the changes of business permit on behalf of the name PT Bank Pembangunan Daerah Jawa Barat became business permit in the name of PT Bank Pembangunan Daerah Jawa Barat and Banten and with decision letter from board of directors number 1065/SK/DIR-PPN/2007 dated November 29th, 2007 therefore, the name of corporation has been changed to PT Bank Pembangunan Daerah Jawa Barat and Banten with call name Bank Jabar Banten
Based on the result of meeting of the share holder (RUPS-LB) PT. Bank Pembangunan Daerah Jawa Barat & Banten number 26 dated April 21st, 2010, along with the letter from Bank Indonesia number 12/APBU/BD dated June 30th, 2010 in regards of the changes of logo with decision letter from board of directors number 1337/SK/DIR-PPN/2010 dated July 5th, 2010
Humans are the most important resource for achieving corporate vision and mission success. No matter how perfect the technology and marketing aspects, without human aspects it would be difficult for a corporate to achieve their objectives.
Now Bank Jabar Banten is opening recruitment for diploma and bachelor degree graduated. For you who interested please apply at the below link and application deadline for registration is June 04 2011


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Let's talk Ayam Geprek! I realised many people which haven't been living in Jogja still think that Ayam Geprek is the same as Ayam Penyet. So let's discuss shortly the difference, but before that where is Ayam Geprek from?
Ayam Geprek believe it or not is actually a Invention from Jogjakarta. Sound's strange because normally the food in Jogja is famous for it's sweet taste, but this might be the one and only spicy food from Jogja.
For Ayam Penyet you put the chicken into the mortar and smash it once or twice after that you have to put the sambal o top of it or on it's side.
For Ayam Geprek the sambal has to made at first, normally you can choose how many chillis you wanne have in there. This put you in charge of how spicy your food becomes. After that you put also the chicken nto the mortar smash it and mix it up with the sambal, make sure that it's full with sambal. Oh my good I am just getting hungry again writing this.
No. 1 Bu Rum
This is the pioneer of Ayam Geprek. This lovely women introduced Ayam Geprek to the public in 2003. If you look around in Jogja this might be a revolution of the food offer in Jogja. Now almost everyone sells this product.
Besides the chicken [Ayam] you can get Egg [Telor], fermented Soybean [Tempe], crispy fermented Soybean [Tempe crispy] and Tofu [Tahu]. This can all get smashed and mixed up with the chillie sauce [sambal]. Besides that you can get Kuah Tongseng and Kuah Sop [which are vegetable dishes]
Maybe the only negative fact about this warung is that it's a Warung in a tent where the air can get quite hot and muggy. But besides that it's tastyyyy!
Ayam Geprek Bu Rum is always full with Student's and others so get there to the right time that you don't have to wait to long for it.
There are already some more outlets of this Warung but I recommend you the one and only one, the original place where everything started.
Adress: Jl. Wulung Lor, Papringan, Caturtunggal, Depok, Yogyakarta, Indonesien
Opening: Starts at 7.00 AM
No. 2 Bu Nanik
Just next to Bu Rum you will find Bu Made, so if one of them is to full with people just come to the other one.
The Menu is the same as at the other Ayam Geprek in this area. With each meal you will also get a Kuah Tongseng. Besides that you can choose bihun [small noodles] and buncis [ chickbeans]. Actually i went to this place on a rainy saturday, so it was not to busy here and i got the food quiet fast.
Price Range: 5.000 – 13.000 Rupiah
Adress: Jl. Wulung Lor, Papringan, Caturtunggal, Depok, Yogyakarta
Opening time: 09.00 Am – 21.00 PM
No. 3 Bu Made
Actually this is my favourite place to have a good Ayam Geprek with a nice breeze of fresh air.
It is just around 100 Meters to the south from Bu Rum and I think it's just as good as Bu Rum. But besides a tent here you can also choose to sit next to it in front of a house which we can maybe call a terrace. Here at the terrace you don't feel hot and have enough time to wait for your food which will not need to long. Here I tried my 35 Cabe Challenge but let me tell you it's getting bitter if you eat to many chillies, check it out here.
The choice you have here is the same as at Bu Rum with Kua Tongseng and Kuah Sayur as side dishes.
Adress: Jl. Wulung Lor, Papringan, Caturtunggal, Depok, Kabupaten Sleman, Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta
Opening: Starts at 7 AM
No. 4 Mas Kobis
The most famous Ayam Geprek for Student's?
I don't really know what make the food here so tasty because the place is in my opinion not the cleanest. But don't worry at the new place it got already cleaner as at the old place. The people working here haven't much changed since I visited it the last time, always good for a joke and enjoying their live. So don't be confused when they joke around with you 😉
At Mas Kobis I love that we can also get eggplant into our mashed up Ayam Geprek. Besides that like at the other Warungs Egg, Tofu, Tempe and of course Chicken. But at this place we can just get the Geprek without any "side dishes".
Is this maybe the Ayam Geprek in town with the most outlets? I am normally going to the one which is just next to the UNY. They just moved the place 50 meter down the road. Now it got a real roof and is much bigger as before. So if you are coming back to Jogja, now you will get a seat here.
Adress: Jl. Flamboyan, Caturtunggal, Depok, Yogyakarta
No. 5 Ayam Geprek Mahasiswa (AGM)
Believe me Ayam Geprek is not getting boring. Here at AGM they use the topic "University" for selling their food. So you can choose between different packages and different classes which are the dishes you want to get smashed. You are boring with the crispy chicken for Ayam Geprek? Here they will go the extra mile for you, Crispy chicken, BBQ Chicken [Ayam Bakar] or the sBBQ Chicken with honey [Ayam Bakar Madu], which one do you want? And for everyone who can't wait for the night just order a Ayam Kampus [University Slut], the Indonesians love to joke with word meanings.
The time you handle in your required classes you will get a "student card" with a typical Javanese Name on it. Hartono, Hartanto, Ayu? Whats your name today? You will be called out the time your class start's. Now get your food and start! But before you start studying, choose your rice because here you have the best choice of rice. Normal white rice, red rice (which should be healty) or the tast Nasi Uduk which has it's origin in Jakarta? I am definitely going for the Nasi Uduk this is the best mix you can get: Ayam Geprek with Nasi Uduk.
Price Range: 3.000 – 15.000 Rupiah
Adress: Jalan Bimo Suko GK1/650, Yogyakarta,
Opening: 9.00 AM – 9.00 PM
No. 6 PREKSU
Another newer invention of Ayam Geprek is PREKSU. The name actually already describes what they are selling, Ayam Geprek and Milk [Susu]. This is a good match because we know that milk product's can help us when our mouth feels like it want to explode.
Actually I haven't tried the milk here because I love the spicy taste but there is something else that make me love this place. You can order your Chicken with Cheese. The sound may be a little bit strange but the spicy taste o the chicken and the salty taste of the cheese match like a goal in football. The prices are also very Student friendly like almost every Ayam Geprek. So if you are not used to spicy food, make sure you can get your milk here to neutralize the pain in your mouth.
This is also the place for you if you wanne try Ceker [Chicken feeds] or just enjoy Jamur Crispy [ Crispy Mushroom]
- Take as much Rice as you want
- Vegetable [Sayur] is for free
Price Range: 1.000 – 10.000 Rupiah
Adress: Jalan Colombo No. 01C, Kec. Sleman,Yogyakarta
Opening Time: 09.00 AM – 22.00 PM
No.7 Ayam Geprek Mbok Moro
Can you imagine Ayam Geprek mixed up with the Sauce of Rendang or with Bolognese on Top? If you can't imagine it you have to get here to see it with your own eyes! If you love toppings get here! This will bring you back on track when you are already boring with Ayam Geprek. My favourite is the Ayam Geprek with the Rendang sauce. One word to describe this Mixup: HEAVEN. I mean who not loves Rendang? And Ayam Geprek? Yeah this is a must try for you!
The outlets are normally clean and have a certain level of standards. It is build up a little bit like the international fast food seller, so you will not find it in tent's but maybe in a mall soon. Actually this was also the first Ayam Geprek which entered a mall for a longer event.
Just the first outlet of Mbok Moro is a standard warung and also have different price level as the other outlets, so don't be confused 😉
Price Range: 6.000 – 20.000 Rupiah
- Jadan Village number 13, Kasihan, Bantul Yogyakarta
- Ambarbinangun number 5, Tamantirto, Yogyakarta
- Dongkelan, Jl Bantul, Yogyakarta
Opening time: 9.00 am – 9.00 pm
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On December 24th the 6th Annual Surfin' Santas was held in Cocoa Beach, FL. This all started as a family Christmas tradition and has exploded to more that 400 Santas surfing and 4000 people watching. It is now a fund raiser for Cancer and other area causes. There is no admission but all the money from shirts and memorabilia sold go to the charities. These pictures were taken with my little Nikon P7100 and new D750.Read More


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An interactive math lesson that is fun and gets the group to join in is something like math bingo. There are variations of the game yet the lessons will teach math principles while being fun and exciting.
The teacher can either create the bingo cards or purchase predesigned cards. The variations of the game include adding subtracting multiplication and division for all ages.
The cards have corresponding numbers as the answers to the question the teacher presents. The students will mark on the cards the answers to the math questions with the winner connecting the bingo on the card.
The concept is to have the students solve the math problem and mark the card with the correct answer. It is a great method for getting the kids involved in math solving situations removing the boredom of the older style of math education.
For the younger students simple addition such as "what is 1+2" or "what is 2+4" can create a nice learning lesson. Keeping questions simple will increase the youngsters desire to learn and answer the questions. They will eagerly learn when the math lessons are fun and exciting.
For the older students progress onto questions such as "what is 9 divided by 3" or "what is 12 divided by 2".
The older students that are into the factions can include questions such as "what is 1.75 rounded to" "what is 12/3 as a whole number" or "what is 100/10" to get the students to learn the mathematical lessons for their ages.
The teacher will need to provide the bingo cards containing the answers which creates the combination of having the right cards and questions. This is easily done by creating the cards to make a larger variety of questions to follow the lesson plans the students are to learn.
Create a prize for the winner of the bingo game that will be interesting for the students that may lack the enthusiasm to join in the game. When you make interactive math lessons fun the students will participate.
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To the editor:
Recent letters from Nick Wallace's attorney friends have a common theme: Judge Estudillo was never part of the Grant County legal system.
They cannot imagine Judge Estudillo's pre-judicial experience could possibly have measured up to local experience.
They argue that "there's no experience like Grant County experience." Like it or not, our local justice system is intertwined with the rest of the state, and judges are benefited by relationships with attorneys and judges everywhere. Attorneys from outside Grant County regularly litigate in our Superior Court.
Judge Estudillo has endorsements from more than 75 judges in our state, 15 in Eastern Washington courts. Mr. Wallace displays the endorsement of no sitting judges and is seemingly proud that his experience has been limited to one courthouse in the middle of the state.
That sort of myopic view of the justice system is not helpful. Judge Estudillo, while born and raised in Sunnyside and with experience in a premier Eastern Washington law firm, did spend part of his career gaining valuable courtroom experience in — dare I say it — Seattle.
While Mr. Wallace may have spent about 10 days per year as a fill-in, his fraternity seemingly ignores the thousands of hours Judge Estudillo has spent as a full-time judge for the past 14 months.
Let's move forward.
David Curnel, M.D.
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from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. Common misspelling of niche.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. Same as knitch.
Sorry, no etymologies found.
But it is also a challenge to find an agent/editor willing to see the MS as having more than just 'nitch' market value, but mass market appeal.
(Besides, it seems like a lot of authors who have no "nitch" at all just fall into the hole and are never heard from again.)
A chump of wood, short, thick, and heavy, is said to be a "nitch," but it seems gone out of use a good deal for general weights, and to be chiefly used in speaking of infants.
Born at a time when women were not generally found to be acceptable politicians, Eunice Kennedy Shriver did the best she could and through philanthropic work and eventual founder of Special Olympics, she found her nitch and fame.
Yes our core isn't in the thousands, but it fills a nitch.
I have worked in many different media, but I have finally found my nitch in pastels and photography, but I never feel that I am good enough and I never spend enough time being "the artist".
IMO the asain carp will find it's nitch and compete with a small population of fish but otherwise be harmless.
Obama Pledges $78.5 Million To Fight Invasive Carp, But Won't Close Chicago Locks
Unless you are looking for a semi-exotic or a nitch gun (378 or any of its offspring) then go with big red or green.
Weatherby magnum calibers typically have a velocity edge over standard magnum offerings.
They ain't the same, but they's occupy about the same nitch in the ecology.
If we want to create new jobs, there is a nitch for the small business starting out getting their products on the market.


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FBI seeking more victims of deceased serial child molester
GEORGIA - The FBI hopes to identify potential victims of a traveling salesman accused of videotaping himself raping young girls.
Matthew Coniglio, 46, was arrested April 10 at his Georgia home on a child pornography charge. His house held a hoard of child pornography, including more than 50,000 images and videos stored on laptops, external hard drives and thumb drives. The FBI said investigators found 56 8-millimeter tapes showing Coniglio attacking girls who may have been drugged into unconsciousness.
Many of the victims' faces cannot be clearly identified, so investigators don't know how many different girls were attacked. But each tape recorded at least one assault -- some had more -- in homes and hotels. The youngest victim appears to be about 10 years old. Coniglio worked and lived in cities across Georgia, South Carolina and North Carolina.
The FBI shared exclusive details of the case with The Associated Press in the hope victims will step forward and can be offered counseling.
But authorities' best chance for resolving the unanswered questions vanished April 20 -- when Coniglio hanged himself in an apparent suicide inside a Georgia jail before his trial could start.


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Fabulous villa with 180° views, El Paraíso Alto
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Impressive villa set in an elevated position in El Paraíso Alto, between San Pedro and Estepona, only a few minutes to the beach. The property offers excellent panoramic views to the Mediterranean Sea, Gibraltar, Africa, golf and mountains. It is surrounded by several golf courses and located in one of the most beautiful areas of the Costa del Sol. The villa was built to high standards on a double plot in 2006 and comprises, on entrance level: living/dining room with fireplace and access to the covered terrace and mature garden with gazebo and heated infinity swimming pool; fully equipped kitchen with modern top quality appliances; central island for cooking and seated dining; separate lounge/TV area with fireplace; three en-suite bedrooms; games room with bar/kitchenette; guest toilet. Upstairs: master en-suite bedroom with bathroom with Jacuzzi and TV; separate dressing room; further 2 en-suite bedrooms; study. Extra features include: underfloor heating on ground floor and in bathrooms upstairs; hot and cold A/C throughout; professional audio and video systems; fibre optic Internet available; centralised electric blinds; sophisticated alarm system; large plant room with top installations; water softener; solar hot water system. Surrounded by a wonderful tropical landscaped garden with an infinity pool, waterfall, fountains, Balinese-style gazebo, toilets and hot/cold showers, gardeners room, exterior lighting, automatic watering system and own well. Large double garage with automatic gate and guest parking. A fabulous property with a lot of character, 180° unobstructed sea views and close to amenities.


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Mediation is an informal process in which the parties resolve their own disputes without a judge imposing a solution upon them. Unlike a trial or arbitration, mediation gives the parties the opportunity to speak to each other in an informal setting that is guided by a neutral and impartial third person called a mediator. The mediator's role is to help the parties communicate their positions to each other in a constructive manner so they can craft their own solutions.
Mediation may be voluntary or court ordered. Most family courts, and some civil courts in Florida require mediation before the case is scheduled on the court's calendar or goes to final judgment, even if you are represented by an attorney. If you are represented, your attorney will arrange for mediation in your case, and if you are not represented, you may arrange for mediation directly with me. Parties can voluntarily agree to go to mediation prior to filing their case or anytime during the court process.
When we think about divorce and other family issues, we focus on the classic issues of marital property, support, and parenting.
In mediation, we focus on empowering the couple to address and resolve the issues that are before the court. If the couple agrees with such resolution, I write the Mediated Marital Settlement Agreement that addresses the Parenting Plan if there are children, the distribution of property, alimony and child support (if applicable). These agreements become the blueprints for the future.
Divorce or Family mediation typically requires two (sometimes three) sessions. The complexity of the issues will ultimately determine the actual number of sessions. Each session is usually scheduled for three hours, with a two hour minimum, and mediation sessions are informal, relaxed, safe, and confidential.
Most importantly, mediation is a faster process than a traditional court case, saving time and money so household resources can remain with the families, as well as being less stressful on the parties and their children.
- Mediation is confidential (remains out of the public eye)
- Mediation is easier to schedule (not dependent on the court's calendar)
- Mediation produces a faster result
- Mediation makes more productive use of family resources
- Mediation can preserve ongoing relationships
- Mediation allows the parties to vent and tell their stories
- Mediation allows those in dispute to make their own decisions, rather than being left to the courts to decide
As your mediator:
- I will never want a retainer
- I will never encourage you to fight with your spouse
- I will never increase conflict between you and your spouse
- I will always protect the interests of your children
- I will provide a forum where you and your spouse can figure a way to create a new life for yourselves in your new status as divorced parents
Highlights of the Advantages: