text: Fiction March 5, 2007 Issue HISTORY OF A DISTURBANCE By Steven Millhauser Table of Contents Credit EDWARD RUSCHA, "HEY WITH CURLED EDGE" (1964)/GAGOSIAN GALLERY/MUSEUM OF MODERN ART/SCALA/ART RESOURCE You are angry, Elena. You are furious. You are desperately unhappy. Do you know you're becoming bitter?—bitter as those little berries you bit into, remember? in the woods that time. You are frightened. You are resentful. My vow must have seemed to you extremely cruel, or insane. You are suspicious. You are tired. I've never seen you so tired. And of course: you are patient. You're very patient, Elena. I can feel that patience of yours come rolling out at me from every ripple of your unforgiving hair, from your fierce wrists and tense blouse. It's a harsh patience, an aggressive patience. It wants something, as all patience does. What it wants is an explanation, which you feel will free you in some way—if only from the grip of your ferocious waiting. But an explanation is just what's not possible, not now and not ever. What I can give you is only this. Call it an explanation if you like. For me it's a stammer—a shout in the dark. Do things have beginnings, do you think? Or is a beginning only the first revelation of something that's always been there, waiting to be found? I'm thinking of that little outing we took last summer, the one up to Sandy Point. I'd been working hard, maybe too hard, I had just finished that market-penetration study for Sherwood Merrick Associates, it was the right time to get away. You packed a picnic. You were humming in the kitchen. You were wearing those jeans I like, the ones with the left back pocket torn off, and the top of your bathing suit. I watched as you sliced a sandwich exactly in half. The sun struck your hands. Across your glowing fingers I could see the faint liquidy green cast by the little glass swan on the windowsill. It occurred to me that we rarely took these trips anymore, that we ought to do it more often. Then we were off, you in that swooping straw hat with its touch of forties glamour, I in that floppy thing that makes me look like a demented explorer. An hour later and there was the country store, with the one red gas pump in front, there was the turn. We passed the summer cottages in the pines. The little parking lot at the end of the road was only half full. Over the stone wall we looked down at the stretch of sand by the lake. We went down the rickety steps, I with the thermos and picnic basket, you with the blanket and towels. Other couples lay in the sun. Some kids were splashing in the water, which rippled from a passing speedboat that made the white barrels rise and fall. The tall lifeguard stand threw a short shadow. Across the lake was a pier, where some boys were fishing. You spread the blanket, took off your hat, shook out your hair. You sat down and began stroking your arm with sunblock. I was sitting next to you, taking it all in, the brown-green water, the wet ropes between the white barrels, the gleam of the lotion on your arm. Everything was bright and clear, and I wondered when the last time was that I'd really looked at anything. Suddenly you stopped what you were doing. You glanced around at the beach, raised your face to the sky, and said, "What a wonderful day!" I turned and looked out at the water. But I wasn't looking at the water. I was thinking of what you had just said. It was a cry of contentment, a simple expression of delight, the sort of thing anyone might say, on such a day. But I had felt a little sharp burst of irritation. My irritation shocked me. But there it was. I'd been taking in the day, just like you, happy in all my senses. Then you said, "What a wonderful day!" and the day was less wonderful. The day—it's really indecent to speak of these things! But it's as if the day were composed of many separate and diverse presences—that bottle of soda tilted in the sand, that piece of blue-violet sky between the two dark pines, your green hand by the window—which suddenly were blurred together by your words. I felt that something vast and rich had been diminished somehow. I barely knew what you were talking about. I knew of course what you were talking about. But the words annoyed me. I wished you hadn't spoken them. Something uncapturable in the day had been harmed by speech. All at once my irritation passed. The day, which had been banished, came streaming back. Spots of yellow-white sun trembled in brown tree-shadows on the lake-edge. A little girl shouted in the water. I touched your hand. Was that the beginning? Was it the first sign of a disturbance that had been growing secretly? Two weeks later the Polinzanos had that barbecue. I'd been working hard, harder than usual, putting together a report for Warren and Greene, the one on consumer perception of container shapes for sports beverages. I had all the survey results but I was having trouble writing it up, something was off, I was happy to let it go for an evening. Ralph was in high spirits, flipping over the chicken breasts, pushing down tenderly on the steaks. He waved the spatula about in grand style as he talked real estate. That new three-story monster-house on the block, could you believe two mil, those show-off window arches and did you get a load of that corny balcony, all of it throwing the neighborhood out of whack, a crazy eyesore, but hey, it was driving property values up, he could live with that. Later, in the near-dark, we sat on the screened porch watching the fireflies. From inside the house came voices, laughter. Someone walked slowly across the dark lawn. You were lying in the chaise. I was sitting in that creaky wicker armchair right next to you. Someone stood up from the glider and went into the kitchen. We were alone on the porch. Voices in the house, the shrill cries of crickets, two glasses of wine on the wicker table, moths bumping against the screens. I was in good spirits, relaxed, barely conscious of that report at the edge of my mind. You turned slowly to me. I remember the lazy roll of your head, your cheek against the vinyl strips, your hair flattened on one side, your eyelids sleepy. You said, "Do you love me?" Your voice was flirtatious, easy—you weren't asking me to put a doubt to rest. I smiled, opened my mouth to answer, and for some reason recalled the afternoon at Sandy Point. And again I felt that burst of irritation, as if words were interposing themselves between me and the summer night. I said nothing. The silence began to swell. I could feel it pressing against both of us, like some big rubbery thing. I saw your eyes, still sleepy, begin to grow alert with confusion. And as if I were waking from a trance, I pushed away the silence, I beat it down with a yes yes yes, of course of course. You put your hand on my arm. All was well. All was not well. In bed I lay awake, thinking of my irritation, thinking of the silence, which had been, I now thought, not like some big swelling rubbery thing but like a piece of sharp metal caught in my throat. What was wrong with me? Did I love you? Of course I loved you. But to ask me just then, as I was taking in the night . . . Besides, what did the words mean? Oh, I understood them well enough, those drowsy tender words. They meant, Look, it's a summer night, look, the lawn is dark but there's still a little light left in the sky; they meant you wanted to hear my voice, to hear yourself ask a question that would bring you my voice—it was hardly a question at all, rather a sort of touch, rising out of the night, out of the sounds in the house, the flash of the fireflies. But you said, "Do you love me?," which seemed to require me to understand those words and no others, to think what they might exactly mean. Because they might have meant, Do you still love me as much as you once did even though I know you do, or Isn't it wonderful to sit here and whisper together like teen-agers on the dark porch, while people are in the bright living room, talking and laughing, or Do you feel this rush of tender feeling which is rising in me, as I sit here, on this porch, at night, in summer, at the Polinzanos' barbecue, or Do you love everything I am and do, or only some things, and if so, which ones; and it seemed to me that that single word, "love," was trying to compress within itself a multitude of meanings, was trying to take many precise and separate feelings and crush them into a single mushy mass, which I was being asked to hold in my hands like a big sticky ball. Do you see what was happening? Do you see what I'm trying to say? Despite these warnings, I hadn't yet understood. I didn't, at this stage, see the connection between the afternoon at Sandy Point, the night at the Polinzanos' barbecue, and the report that was giving me so much trouble. I knew something was wrong, a little wrong, but I thought I'd been working too hard, I needed to relax a little, or maybe—I tried to imagine it—maybe the trouble was with us, with our marriage, a marriage problem. I don't know when I began to suspect it was more dangerous than that. Not long after the Polinzanos' barbecue I found myself at the supermarket, picking up a few things for the weekend. You know how I love supermarkets. It excites me to walk down those big American avenues piled high with the world's goods, as if the spoils of six continents are being offered to me in the aftermath of a triumphant war. At the same time I enjoy taking note of brand-name readability, shelf positioning, the attention-drawing power of competing package designs. I was in a buoyant mood. My work had gone well that day, pretty well. I wheeled my cart into the checkout line, set out my bags and boxes on the rubber belt, swiped my card. The girl worked her scanner and touch screen, and I watched with pleasure as the product names appeared sharply on the new LCD monitor facing me above her shoulder. Only two years ago I'd designed a questionnaire on consumer attitudes toward point-of-sale systems in supermarket chains. I signed my slip and handed it to the girl. She smiled at me and said, "Have a good day." Instantly my mood changed. This time it wasn't irritation that seized me but a kind of nervousness. What was she trying to say to me? I realized that this thought was absurd. At the same time I stared at the girl, trying to grasp her meaning. Have a good day! What were the words trying to say? At the word "have" her front teeth had pressed into her lip: a big overbite. She looked at me. Have a good day! Good day! Have! "What do you—" I said, and abruptly stopped. Things became very still. I saw two tiny silver rings at the top of her ear, one ring slightly larger than the other. I saw the black plastic edge of the credit-card terminal, a finger with purple nail polish, a long strip of paper with a red stripe running along each border. These elements seemed independent of one another. Somewhere a cash tray slid open, coins clanked. Then the finger joined the girl, the tray banged shut, I was standing by my shopping cart, studying the mesh pattern of the collapsible wire basket, trying to recall what was already slipping away. "You too," I said, as I always do, and fled with my cart. At dinner that evening I felt uneasy, as if I were concealing a secret. Once or twice I thought you were looking at me strangely. I studied the saltshaker, which looked pretty much the way it had always looked, but with, I thought, some slight change I couldn't account for. In the middle of the night I woke suddenly and thought, Something is happening to me, things will never be the same. Then I felt, across the lower part of my stomach, a first faint ripple of fear. In the course of the next few days I began listening with close attention to whatever was said to me. I listened to each part of what was said, and I listened to the individual words that composed each part. Words! Had I ever listened to them before? Words like crackles of cellophane, words like sluggish fat flies buzzing on sunny windowsills. The simplest remark began to seem suspect, a riddle—not devoid of meaning, but with a vague haze of meaning that grew hazier as I tried to clutch it. "Not on your life." "You bet!" "I guess so." I would be moving smoothly through my day when suddenly I'd come up against one of them, a word-snag, an obstacle in my path. A group of words would detach themselves from speech and stand at mock attention, sticking out their chests, as if to say, Here we are! Who are you? It was as if some space had opened up, a little rift, between words and whatever they were supposed to be doing. I stumbled in that space, I fell. At the office I was still having difficulties with my report. The words I had always used had a new sheen of strangeness to them. I found it necessary to interrogate them, to investigate their intentions. Sometimes they were slippery, like fistfuls of tiny silvery fish. Sometimes they took on a mineral hardness, as if they'd become things in themselves, but strange things, like growths of coral. I don't mean to exaggerate. I knew what words meant, more or less. A cup was a cup, a window a window. That much was clear. Was that much clear? There began to be moments of hesitation, fractions of a second when the thing I was looking at refused to accept any language. Or rather, between the thing and the word a question had appeared, a slight pause, a rupture. I recall one evening, it must have been a few weeks later, when I stepped from the darkened dining room into the brightly lit kitchen. I saw a whitish thing on the white kitchen table. In that instant the whitishness on the white table was mysterious, ungraspable. It seemed to spill onto the table like a fluid. I felt a rush of fear. A moment later everything changed. I recognized a cup, a simple white cup. The word pressed it into shape, severed it—as if with the blow of an axe—from everything that surrounded it. There it was: a cup. I wondered what it was I'd seen before the word tightened about it. I said to myself, "You've been working too hard. Your brain is tired. You are not able to concentrate your attention. The words you are using appear to be the same words you have always used, but they've changed in some way, a way you cannot grasp. When this report is done, you are going to take a vacation. That will be good." I imagined myself in a clean hotel, high up, on the side of a mountain. I imagined myself alone. I think it was at this period that my own talk began to upset me. The words I uttered seemed like false smiles I was displaying at a party I'd gone to against my will. Sometimes I would overhear myself in the act of speech, like a man who suddenly sees himself in a mirror. Then I grew afraid. I began to speak less. At the office, where I'd established a long habit of friendliness, I stayed stubbornly at my desk, staring at my screen and limiting myself to the briefest of exchanges, which themselves were not difficult to replace with gestures—a nod, a wave, a smile, a shrug. It's surprising how little you need to say, really. Besides, everyone knew I was killing myself over that report. At home I greeted you silently. I said almost nothing at dinner and immediately shut myself up in my study. You hated my silence. For you it was a knife-blade aimed at your neck. You were the victim and I was the murderer. That was the silent understanding we came to, quite early. And of course I didn't murder you just once, I murdered you every day. I understood this. I struggled to be—well, noisier, for your sake. The words I heard emerging from my mouth sounded like imitations of human speech. "Yes, it's hot, but not too hot," I said. "I think that what she probably meant was that she . . ." The fatal fissure was there. On one side, the gush of language. On the other—what? I looked about. The world rushed away on all sides. If only one could be silent! In my study I avoided my irritating desk with its neat binders containing bar charts and statistical tables and sat motionless in the leather chair, looking out the window at the leaves of hydrangea bushes. I felt tremendously tired, but also alert. Not to speak, not to form words, not to think, not to smear the world with sentences—it was like the release of a band of metal tightening around my skull. I was still able to do some work, during the day, a little work, though I was also staring a lot at the screen. I had command of a precise and specialized vocabulary that I could summon more or less at will. But the doubt had arisen, corroding my belief. Groups of words began to disintegrate under my intense gaze. I was like a man losing his faith, with no priest to turn to. Always I had the sense that words concealed something, that if only I could abolish them I would discover what was actually there. One evening I looked for a long time at my hand. Had I ever seen it before? I suppressed the word "hand," rid myself of everything but the act of concentration. It was no longer a hand, not a piece of flesh with nails, wrinkles, bits of reddish-blond hair. There was only a thing, not even that—only the place where my attention fell. Gradually I felt a loosening, a dissolution of the familiar. And I saw: a thickish mass, yellowish and red and blue, a pulsing thing with spaces, a shaded clump. It began to flatten out, to melt into surrounding space, to attach itself to otherness. Then I was staring at my hand again, the fingers slightly parted, the skin of the knuckles like small walnuts, the nails with vertical lines of faint shine. I could feel the words crawling over my hand like ants on a bone. But for a moment I had seen something else. I am a normal man, wouldn't you say, intelligent and well educated, yes, with an aptitude for a certain kind of high-level work, but fundamentally normal, in temperament and disposition. I understood that what was happening to me was not within the range of the normal, and I felt, in addition to curiosity, an anger that this had come upon me, in the prime of life, like the onset of a fatal disease. It was during one of those long evenings in my study, while you prowled somewhere in the house, that I recalled an incident from my childhood. For some reason I was in my parents' bedroom, a forbidden place. I heard footsteps approaching. In desperation I stepped over to the closet, with its two sliding doors, then rolled one door open, plunged inside, pushed it shut. The long closet was divided into two parts, my mother's side and my father's side. I knew at once which side I'd entered by the dresses pressing against my cheeks, the tall pairs of high-heeled shoes falling against my ankles as I moved deeper within. Clumsily I crouched down among the fallen shoes, my head and shoulders buried in the bottoms of dresses And though I liked the sweetish, urine–sharp smell of the leather shoes, the rub of the dresses against my face, the hems heavy on my shoulders, the faint perfume drifting from folds of fabric like dust from a slapped bed, at the same time I felt oppressed by it all, bound tightly in place by the thick leathery smell and the stony fall of cloth, crushed in a black grip. The dresses, the shoes, the pinkish smell of perfume, the scratchy darkness, all pushed against me like the side of a big cat, thrust themselves into my mouth and nose like fur. I could not breathe. I opened my mouth. I felt the dark like fingers closing around my throat. In terror I stumbled up with a harsh scrape of hangers, pulled wildly at the edge of the door, burst outside. Light streamed through the open blinds. Tears of joy burned on my cheeks. As I sat in my study, recalling my escape from the dresses, it seemed to me that the light streaming through my parents' blinds, in the empty room, was like the silence around me where I sat, and that the heavy dresses, the bittersweet smell of the shoes, the hand on my throat, were the world I had left behind. I began to sense that there was another place, a place without words, and that if only I could concentrate my attention sufficiently, I might come to that place. Once, when I was a student and had decided to major in business, I had an argument with a friend. He attacked business as a corrupt discipline, the sole purpose of which was to instill in people a desire to buy. His words upset me, not because I believed that his argument was sound but because I felt that he was questioning my character. I replied that what attracted me to business was the precision of its vocabulary—a self-enclosed world of carefully defined words that permitted clarity of thought. At the office I could see people looking at me and also looking away from me. The looks reminded me of the look I had caught in the eyes of the girl with the little rings in her ear, as I tried to understand her words, and the look in your eyes that night at the Polinzanos' barbecue, when I opened my mouth and said nothing. It was about this time that I began to notice, within me, an intention taking shape. I wondered how long it had been there, waiting for me to notice it. Though my mind was made up, my body hesitated. I was struck by how like me that was: to know, and not to act. Had I always been that way? It would be necessary to arrange a sick leave. There would be questions, difficulties. But aside from all that, finally to go through with it, never to turn back—such acts were not at all in my style. And if I hesitated, it was also because of you. There you were, in the house. Already we existed in a courteous dark silence trembling with your crushed-down rage. How could I explain to you that words no longer meant what they once had meant, that they no longer meant anything at all? How could I say to you that words interfered with the world? Often I thought of trying to let you know what I knew I would do. But whenever I looked at you, your face was turned partly away. I tried to remember what it was like to be a very young child, before the time of words. And yet, weren't words always there, filling the air around me? I remember faces bending close, uttering sounds, coaxing me to leave the world of silence, to become one of them. Sometimes, when I moved my face a little, I could almost feel my skin brushing against words, like clusters of tiny, tickling insects. One night after you'd gone to bed I rose slowly in my study. I observed myself with surprise, though I knew perfectly well what was happening. Without moving my lips, I took a vow. The next morning at breakfast I passed you a slip of paper. You glanced at it with disdain, then crumpled it in your fist. I remember the sound of the paper, which reminded me of fire. Your knuckles stuck up like stones. When a monk takes a vow of silence, he does so in order to shut out the world and devote himself exclusively to things of the spirit. My vow of silence sought to renew the world, to make it appear before me in all its fullness. I knew that every element in the world—a cup, a tree, a day—was inexhaustible. Only the words that expressed it were vague or limited. Words harmed the world. They took something away from it and put themselves in its place. When one knows something like that, Elena, one also knows that it isn't possible to go on living in the old way. I began to wonder whether anything I had ever said was what I had wanted to say. I began to wonder whether anything I had ever written was what I had wanted to write, or whether what I had wanted to write was underneath, trying to push its way through. After dinner that day, the day of the crumpled paper, I didn't go to my study but sat in the living room. I was hoping to soothe you somehow, to apologize to you with my presence. You stayed in the bedroom. Once, you walked from the bedroom to the guest room, where I heard you making up the bed. One night as I sat in my leather chair, I had the sensation that you were standing at the door. I could feel a hot place at the back of my neck. I imagined you there in the doorway, looking at me with cold fascination, with a sort of tender and despairing iciness. I saw your tired eyes, your strained mouth. Were you trying to understand me? After all, you were my wife, Elena, and we had once been able to understand each other. I turned suddenly, but no one was there. Do you think it's been easy for me? Do you? Do you think I don't know how grotesque it must seem? A grown man, forty-three years old, in excellent health, happily married, successful enough in his line of work, who suddenly refuses to speak, who flees the sound of others speaking, shuns the sight of the written word, avoids his wife, leaves his job, in order to shut himself up in his room or take long solitary walks—the idea is clownish, disgusting. The man is mad, sick, damaged, in desperate need of a doctor, a lover, a vacation, anything. Stick him in a ward. Inject him with something. But then, think of the other side. Think of it! Think of the terrible life of words, the unstoppable roar of sound that comes rushing out of people's mouths and seems to have no object except the evasion of silence. The talking species! We're nothing but an aberration, an error of Nature. What must the stones think of us? Sometimes I imagine that if we were very still we could hear, rising from the forests and oceans, the quiet laughter of animals, as they listen to us talk. And then, lovely touch, the invention of an afterlife, a noisy eternity filled with the racket of rejoicing angels. My own heaven would be an immense emptiness—a silence bright and hard as the blade of a sword. Listen, Elena. Listen to me. I have something to say to you, which can't be said. As I train myself to cast off words, as I learn to erase word-thoughts, I begin to feel a new world rising up around me. The old world of houses, rooms, trees, and streets shimmers, wavers, and tears away, revealing another universe as startling as fire. We are shut off from the fullness of things. Words hide the world. They blur together elements that exist apart, or they break elements into pieces, bind up the world, contract it into hard little pellets of perception. But the unbound world, the world behind the world—how fluid it is, how lovely and dangerous. At rare moments of clarity, I succeed in breaking through. Then I see. I see a place where nothing is known, because nothing is shaped in advance by words. There, nothing is hidden from me. There, every object presents itself entirely, with all its being. It's as if, looking at a house, you were able to see all four sides and both roof slopes. But then, there's no "house," no "object," no form that stops at a boundary, only a stream of manifold, precise, and nameless sensations, shifting into each other, pullulating, a fullness, a flow. Stripped of words, untamed, the universe pours in on me from every direction. I become what I see. I am earth, I am air. I am all. My eyes are suns. My hair streams among galaxies. I am often tired. I am sometimes discouraged. I am always sure. And still you're waiting, Elena—even now. Even now you're waiting for the explanation, the apology, the words that will justify you and set you free. But underneath that waiting is another waiting: you are waiting for me to return to the old way. Isn't it true? Listen, Elena. It's much too late for that. In my silent world, my world of exhausting wonders, there's no place for the old words with which I deceived myself, in my artificial garden. I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place. And you? Maybe a moment will come when you'll hesitate, hearing a word. In that instant lies your salvation. Heed the hesitation. Search out the space, the rift. Under this world there is another, waiting to be born. You can remain where you are, in the old world, tasting the bitter berries of disenchantment, or you can overcome yourself, rip yourself free of the word-lie, and enter the world that longs to take you in. To me, on this side, your anger is a failure of perception, your sense of betrayal a sign of the unawakened heart. Shed all these dead modes of feeling and come with me—into the glory of the fire. Enough. You can't know what these words have cost me, I who no longer have words to speak with. It's like returning to the house of one's childhood: there is the white picket fence, there is the old piano, the Schumann on the music rack, the rose petals beside the vase, and there, look!—above the bannister, the turn at the top of the stairs. But all has changed, all's heavy with banishment, for we are no longer who we were. Down with it. You too, Elena: let it go. Let your patience go, your bitterness, your sorrow—they're nothing but words. Leave them behind, in a box in the attic, the one with all the broken dolls. Then come down the stairs and out into the unborn world. Into the sun. 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Bring the true flavor of New Orleans to your dinner table in minutes with Zatarain's Garlic Butter Flavored Rice Mix.
Enriched Long Grain Parboiled Rice ( Rice, Iron, Niacin, Thiamine Mononitrate, Folic Acid), Garlic, Corn Maltodextrin, Salt, Yeast Extract, Onion, Natural Flavor(Including Butter), (Milk), Sugar, Soy Sauce (Hydrolyzed Soy Protein, Corn Syrup Solids, Salt), Spices (Including Red Pepper), Disodium Inosinate & Guanylate (Flavor Enhancers), Turmeric, Soy Lecithin, And Extractives Of Annatto.
1/3 cup dry mix (61g) = 1 cup prepared
(amount per serving)
Calories: 220
Fat: 1g
Cholesterol: 0mg
Sodium: 770mg
Carbohydrates: 47g
Fiber: 2g
Sugar: <1g
1. MIX 1 3/4 cups water, Rice Mix and 1 tbsp. butter or margarine (optional) in 2-quart saucepan until well blended. Bring to boil. Reduce heat to low. Cover.
2. SIMMER 25 minutes or until rice is tender.
3. REMOVE from heat. Let stand 5 minutes. Fluff with fork before serving.
1. MIX 1 3/4 cups water, Rice Mix and 1 tbsp. butter or margarine (optional) in 2 1/2-quart microwavable bowl until well blended. Cover.
2. MICROWAVE on HIGH 5 minutes. Stir. Microwave on MEDIUM (50% power) 15 minutes or until rice is tender, stirring occasionally. Let stand in microwave 5 minutes. Fluff with fork before serving.
Microwave ovens vary; adjust cooking times as needed. Cooking times are based on an 1100 watt microwave oven.
CAUTION: Bowl and contents will be very hot. Use pot holders when removing from microwave.
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Crate Of HorsesA new line of Ford crate engines from Edelbrock made their debut at the 2008 SEMA show. Edelbrock's RPM 347s deliver up to 440 hp and 425 lb-ft of torque (dual-quad) and 437 hp and 415 lb-ft of torque (single-carb). These 347-cubic-inch Fords feature a 4.030-inch bore x 3.400-inch stroke combo and are built from an 8.2-inch-deck-height Dart Iron Eagle block using a SCAT cast crankshaft, forged steel connecting rods, and KB pistons. The heart of the performance is Edelbrock's Total Power Package combination of roller camshaft, Performer RPM or RPM Xtreme cylinder heads, and RPM intake manifold and carburetor or Pro-Flo XT fuel injection. Like all Edelbrock crate engines, these Ford packages deliver a street-friendly balance of broad torque and high-end horsepower on pump gas. For more info, please visit Edelbrock at www.edelbrock.com.
Three Pedals Just Got More FunEngineered Components, Inc. (ECI) introduces its new under-floor-mount inline brake and clutch pedal assemblies. These new pedal assemblies are just the ticket for compact under-floor spacing. Their unique inline design utilizes an offset bellcrank allowing the master cylinder or booster to be mounted further rearward and inline with the clutch master, providing substantially more pedal and exhaust system clearance, a major problem in standard shift installations. These pedal assemblies use a new attachment system where the pedals and pivot shaft are installed from the front, requiring virtually no side clearance for installation of the pedals. Mounting systems are available for various boosted and unboosted installations and come with pedal pads and hardware. Full Round and Flat Round pedals are available as an option. For more information, call ECI at 860-872-7046, or log onto www.ecihotrodbrakes.com.
Clips Aren't Just For ChipsNew for '60-87 Chevy/GMC pickups from Jim Meyer Racing Products is their bolt-in front steer IFS kit. Using stock-existing factory holes, this easy-to-install, bolt-in or weld-in IFS kit featuring '78-88 front-steer Impala spindles, 12-inch Impala rotors, calipers, and ball joints will give you a 5x5-inch-diameter wheelbolt pattern. The stock crossmember unbolts and is replaced with a new 2x4x.188-inch-wall bolt-in crossmember that holds a new '83-87 T-bird power rack-and-pinion steering unit. To retain the 62 1/2-inch track width, the kit features upper and lower A-arms made from beefy DOM tubing. The kit comes with aluminum coilovers with powdercoated springs that are attached to a three-position upper mount and a two-position lower mount that easily offers the stance you like best. For all the options available with this IFS, call Jim Meyer Racing Products at 800-824-1752, or visit their website at www.jimmeyerracing.com.
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What a complete joy that train ride was. Fans from all over (what seemed like) the world, English, Spanish, German, French, African and of course the good ol' US of A. The banter was fantastic! The two New Yorkers who told me how "Strahan was going to dominate", and me asking them if they could "spell Strahan" lol! The family from France (sorry I sent you all in to the "unisex toilet cubicle" at the station) the vibe was electric though!
The stadium was something else! Compared to the original and jam packed!… Pity about the rain! But in no way was that going to dampen the enthusiasm, even from my brother? go figure!
OK the game (and the season) was dire, but to see it first hand is something I'll never forget. Strangely enough, it's the little things like pre game warm ups, things happening on the side lines, and the noise that stick out more than the game! The rain didn't stop and the field was a mud pit, but it never stopped the noise from mostly Dolphins fans. (I was hoarse by the time the game was over). A moment that made my hair stand on end, was the play that was over turned by the refs! (Sound familiar?). Just before half time, giving the Giants a first and goal! The noise was deafening! "Amazing!" We didn't like that, I can tell you! By Eck!
The second half was worse. Down by 13, the Dolphins looked lost in the mud, and at this point the beer had taken over and the songs began. The dolphins fight song "Miami Dolphins, Miami Dolphins, Miami Dolphins, number one!" Blared from the speakers as it did from about 80,000 voices! (90 odd thousand fans at the ground, I swear nearly all were fins fans!) With game drawing to a close, we saw what we thought was a sign of things to come, with Tedd (where's the sidelines) Ginn scoring his first professional TD, how wrong we were! (side note: he must of liked England he came back with the 49ers!) …
Game over, and another loss in the season that we all like to sweep under the carpet, but it was still an amazing experience considering it's 2010, and over here we are lucky if we see 2-4 Dolphins games a year … (DVD's welcome!)
The journey back in the rain was a strange affair, trying to remember what we saw because, different to televised games, you have to be the camera, no one shows you reverse angles while your there. But both me and my bro talk about that day, the queue's for a beer, the loo's oh and of course the football! I know we lost, but "I'd buy that for a dollar" any day!
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Life is so much simpler on your bike. On a country B-road, the hot tarmac moistened by a sudden shower, I found my own personal Nirvana.
That smell; you know the one.
I tried to take a deep breath: the nasty phlegm, smoker's wheeze and the bug meeting its high-velocity doom in my eye totally spoiled the moment.
I count roughly seventy-seven miles travelled this week.
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Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: Cape Coral, Fl
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Re: Seven Steps to Redskins Renewal
Step #1: Get out from under as many "bad contracts" as we can.
Step #2: Re-commit to building this team through the draft ... I'm advocating trading down in the 1st Rd., and getting extra picks in
Day #1.
Step #3: When Coach Gibbs, Coach Williams and Coach Saunders
go in and start breaking down this train wreck, have the guts and
courage to admit that they did a p*%$-poor job of tailoring their
respective schemes to the personnel on-board, man-up about it,
and change their schemes accordingly.
Step #4: On offense, Al, please note: We play in the NFC East, and
that means we run the ball in November, December, and beyond.
Our O-line is constructed for just that purpose. Run CP and Betts
as your 1-2 if you like, but make better use of Sellers in those testy
3rd down and short and goal line situations. Remember "Heavy Jumbo"?
It worked, and it worked for a reason, even when the other team knew
it was coming, they rarely stopped it.
Step #5: On Defense, Greg, here's the deal, dawg ... the genius has
been exposed!! You've done about as bad a job of tailoring your defense
to the talents of the players you have as one can imagine!! Adam Archuletta
is on you, man ... you wanted him, you got him ... now either find a way to
utilize what he brings to the table, or get off the pot !! Is your system so
complex that our 2nd Rd. pick, Rocky McIntosh, still can't get on the field??
Take a que from Coach Gibbs, and check your ego at the door. And that goes for some of your assistants, too.
Step #6: Off-season work outs must have a clear purppose ... toward winning from the start in '07. Things like injuries can't be anticipated, but the number of nagging, "minor" injuries we've suffered this year is just alarming. It needs to be impressed upon everyone at the final team meeting later this year that everyone haas to own their share of this debacle, and be accountable for it. And it needs to be rammed home to every player that the in-house "crap" that settled over this team this year ends now. If anyone doesn't want to be here, fine ... leave! Those that want to be here, and believe in what we're about and are trying to build here, get started towards next year immediately by taking it upon themselves to hold each other accountable during the "off season" in their conditioning, re-hab workouts, and training work, by being present for every OTA, QB School Session, etc.
Bottom Line: If you're really upset about whats happened here this year, then be here in the off-season when it matters.
Step #7: Be prepared to bust your collective @$$&$ in traing camp next summer ... you've earned it !!
I've loved this team since I was a kid, growing up in Springfield, and following the troops on the radio ... was listening on that great day in '66 when we hung 72 pts. on the Gents. I remember when the running game revolved around A.D. Whitfield ... when Jurgenson to Taylor or Mitchell, or Jerry Smith was as good as 6 ... when Sam Huff was hurting the other teams for us, just like he did for the Gents. I remember when Lombardi came on board, and how excited me and my dad were ... and how sad we were when he became ill and died.
And while we're reflecting on the way things used to be ... bring back Frank Herzog ... his game calls were classic, and embodied the feel of the great teams of the '80's.
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Re: Seven Steps to Redskins Renewal
BTW, the Super Bowl years were 15 years ago. That's ancient history and has nothing to do with what's happening now.
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Re: Seven Steps to Redskins Renewal
The above is a better seven step program than the first suggested list.
But # 6. Suisham seems better than Hall or Novak. Recommend competition in TC.
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Mark Jackson emphasizes defense passionately. All year, while the Golden State Warriors sank three-pointers coach Jackson maintained a focused defensive attitude. Harrison Barnes, David Lee, Andrew Bogut and, dare I say, Festus Ezili all contributed in exemplary fashion to the Warriors defensive efforts, but Klay Thompson deserves distinction.
In Game 2 of the Warriors-San Antonio Spurs playoff series, Thompson stunned the commentators with a breakout performance, netting 29 points in the first half. He was credited with containing Tony Parker, a difficult accomplishment, that some attribute to his height advantage.
Klay hounded Parker (6'1″) on defense, but also stopped Manu Ginobili (6'5″) and Kawhi Leonard (6'7″) when matched up against either of them.
I challenge you to focus on Thompson during the next Warriors game you watch and disagree with my claim: Klay Thompson is the best defender on the Golden State Warriors.
I know some will point to Andrew Bogut as the team's best defender, citing his blocks and the opposing teams' points in the paint while the Australian plays; I can't completely argue against that. Bogut defends big men and the rim. His presence on the floor can change an opposing team's offensive game plan. However, Thompson's versatility and quiet dominance make him number one in my book.
Thompson impresses with his calm demeanor when guarding on or off the ball. He exerts strength with his lower body; he fouled out of game one preventing Tony Parker from driving baseline with (in my opinion) clean and proper defense. While the refs whistled him for the foul in that instance, his defensive style tends to go under the radar while considerably impacting his opponents productivity.
Thompson can guard point guards, shooting guards or small forwards, and seems to always match up against one of the best offensive threats on the court. He hasn't received much credit for his astute defending, but I give him my praise; I hope those who read this pay a bit more attention to Klay Thompson's consistent defense.


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Men's Basketball: 2011-12 Season Preview
Oct. 31, 2011
The Golden Gopher men's basketball opens its exhibition season with a matchup against Bemidji State on Tuesday. The Gophers and Beavers are scheduled to tip off at 7 p.m. Before the action on the court starts, Gophersports.com previews what to look for during the season. Check back for position previews during the rest of the preseason.
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Jermaine O'Neal is not a mentor.
"I'm not by any means coming here to be a player-coach," he told Marcus Thompson after signing with the Golden State Warriors this summer. "I wouldn't have taken this opportunity if I felt like I couldn't perform."
Frankly, that's a good thing. Clubhouse sages are great… in the clubhouse. Veterans who eke out one or two more seasons as so-called "role models" for younger players typically still serve a function on the court as well (Chauncey Billups can still hit a three, Grant Hill was a capable defender through his final season, Karl Malone continued to make us laugh from the bench, etc.). Those who can only offer two or three garbage minutes of playing time per game are an unnecessary luxury. Why pay the veteran minimum for someone to ride pine when an undrafted rookie or second round pick costs less and offers more upside?
Few teams embodied that sensibility better than the Warriors last season. With the exception of Richard Jefferson's corpse and Andris Biedrins' undead visage, the Golden State bench benefitted from a fount of young talent that improved dramatically over the course of the year.
Rookies Draymond Green, Kent Bazemore and Festus Ezeli played useful minutes as second or third string options on the depth chart and their contributions were an important factor in the team's playoff run, particularly as injuries limited the effectiveness of David Lee, Andrew Bogut and (to a lesser extent) Stephen Curry.
All three of those players will continue to develop in their sophomore seasons and none have as high a ceiling as Ezeli, who played valuable minutes as a regular season starter during Bogut's extended stints on the disabled list.
Although far from perfect, Ezeli has already proven himself as an effective defender and rebounder at this stage in his career. The Warriors total rebound percentage increased by 2.8 percent with him on the court and, although their defense still struggled, he also had negative effect on opponents' offensive rating.
That effectiveness waned in Golden State possessions. His limited range and inability to score (.438 FG%) created matchup serious issues for the Warriors' otherwise impressive offense.
Ezeli's most glaring flaw, however, was his inability to catch passes inside, which contributed to his atrocious 23.5 percent turnover percentage. Even if he were a capable offensive player, his tendency for turning the ball over placed even more pressure on the Warriors backcourt to create offense on their own, as defenses could confidently cheat off Ezeli in pick and rolls (Golden State averaged only 0.87 points per possession with Ezeli as the roll man, per Synergy Sports).
Troubling, to be sure, but not the unmitigated disaster that some may have expected given the Warriors' lack of depth at the five last year. Considering his athleticism and relative value on defense, Golden State fared very well in picking Ezeli with the 30th pick of the 2012 draft. He still has a lot of upside potential – even on offense – where he can do things like this and this (if he catches the ball).
Unfortunately, it will be some time before Golden State can capitalize on whatever improvements the Nigerian-native makes after a year of NBA seasoning. Ezeli will spend most of the first half of the season on the disabled list after undergoing knee surgery in June. The expected length of his recovery left the Warriors woefully understaffed at center, thereby forcing the organization to find a serviceable backup to Bogut, who remains an injury risk despite entering this season at 100 percent.
Enter O'Neal. Although his minute totals have fallen over time – which is to be expected – O'Neal managed to revive his career as a member of the Phoenix Suns last year after a disappointing stint in Boston, where he played only 1001 minutes across two seasons.
O'Neal will start the season at the ripe old age of 35, but the 17-year NBA veteran and six-time All Star can still score and rebound at a respectable level, averaging 15.9 points/10.3 rebounds per-36 minutes last year, according to basketball-reference.com. He remains a solid defender as well – the Suns held opponents to 3.2 fewer points whenever he took the court[1].
That being said, O'Neal is still 35 years old and hasn't played in more than 70 games since 2009-2010. If Bogut is sidelined with yet again – God forbid – there's no telling how long O'Neal can function as a starter given his advanced age and injury history. So, taking all that into account, why the hell would the Warriors pay $2 million to Jermaine O'Neal to mentor Festus Ezeli – someone who started more games and logged more playing time last season, and would likely do so this year if he were healthy?
Because they didn't. Although they share a similar body type (listed at 6'11", 255 lbs) and position (center), Ezeli and O'Neal have little in common in terms of talent or style of play. Ezeli – an athletic specimen – only learned to play basketball after moving to the United States as a teenager. O'Neal – who somehow looks stocky at 6'11" – was considered a basketball prodigy from a young age, which enabled him to enter the NBA immediately after graduating high school.
Festus Ezeli can't shoot. Jermaine O'Neal has impressive range for a big man. Festus Ezeli is a capable defender and shot blocker. O'Neal, though still effective, has lost a step at this stage in his career. These players have different backgrounds, skill sets and motivations. If anything, they're competing for the right to back up Bogut.
Festus Ezeli is a grown-up. He moved to new country, mastered a new sport, was recruited by Vanderbilt University and drafted into the NBA in a remarkably short amount of time. He started 41 games in his first NBA season and performed well despite lacking many of the skills he'll need to sustain a long career. He will get better, with or without O'Neal's help.
He doesn't need a mentor, but if Ezeli needs any extra motivation to rehab his knee and improve as a player, O'Neal can provide it by doing everything in his power to take the young man's job.
O'Neal said it himself. He's not here to be a player-coach. If he does his job, he won't have to be.
[1] Bear in mind, everyone else on that Phoenix team is an awful basketball player.


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(4:10 p.m.) HARRISONBURG -- Former Page County Sheriff Daniel W. Presgraves is scheduled to enter a guilty plea in U.S. District Court Friday morning.
He's scheduled to appear at 10 a.m., according to online court documents. They don't say what he is pleading guilty to.
Presgraves, who is free on bond, was scheduled to go on trial on nearly two dozen counts on Sept. 16.
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Ling Ding
PhD Candidate Computer and Information Science Department University of Pennsylvania 575 Levine Hall North 3330 Walnut Street Philadelphia, PA 19104-6389 Email: lingding [at] cis.upenn.edu
Short Biography
I am a 2nd-year PhD student in Computer and Information Science Department at University of Pennsylvania, advised by Prof. Zack Ives. My primary research interest is database systems. In particular, I am interested in data integration, query processing and distributed data management systems. I also work with Prof. Boon Thau Loo on provenance for distributed systems. I am a member of the Penn Database Group and NetDB@Penn research group.
Before entering graduate school at Penn, I received my B.S. and M.Phil. degrees in computer science from Fudan University and Chinese University of Hong Kong, respectively.
- Distance-based Representative Skyline
Yufei Tao, Ling Ding, Xuemin Lin, and Jian Pei.
Proceedings of the 25th IEEE International Conference on Data Engineering (ICDE), pages 892-903, 2009.
- Finding the Influence Set through Skylines
Xiaobing Wu, Yufei Tao, Raymond Chi-Wing Wong, Ling Ding, and Jeffrey Xu Yu.
Proceedings of 12th International Conference on Extending Database Technology (EDBT), pages 1030-1041, 2009.
Teaching Experience
- Teaching Assistant, MKSE 150, Market & Social Systems on the Internet, University of Pennsylvania, Spring 2011
- Teaching Assistant, CIS 550, Database and Information Systems, University of Pennsylvania, Fall 2010
- Teaching Assistant, CSC 1530, Computer Principles and Java Programming, Chinese University of Hong Kong, Spring 2009
- Teaching Assistant, CSC 5180, Techniques for Data Mining, Chinese University of Hong Kong, Fall 2008
- Teaching Assistant, CSC 2100B, Data Structures, Chinese University of Hong Kong, Spring 2008
- Teaching Assistant, CSC 1111, Introduction to Computing Using C++, Chinese University of Hong Kong, Fall 2007
Honors and Awards
- Doctoral Fellowship, University of Pennsylvania, 2009 - now
- Postgraduate Scholarship, Chinese University of Hong Kong, 2007-2009
- Honeywell Scholarship (awarded to the top 3%), Fudan University, 2005
- Freshmen Scholarship, Fudan University, 2003
- 1st Prize, National Olympiad in Informatics in Provinces, China, 2002
- 2nd Prize, National Olympiad in Mathematics in Provinces, China, 2002
- 2nd Prize, National Olympiad in Physics in Provinces, China, 2002
- Bronze medal, the 18th National Olympiad in Informatics, China, 2001
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Adams Central's Shawn Reinhard clears one of the hurdles during last week's opening track meet at AC between the Jets and Eastbrook. Reinhard posted a finish of :17.4 in the 110 high hurdles and finished second, being nosed out by a tenth of a second at the finish line. The Jets' runner also ended up second in the 300 high hurdles. (Photo by Jim Hopkins)
Home plate umpire Tony Bowman calls a pitch during the Bellmont home opener in softball last week while BHS catcher Dana Kaczmarek looks a runner back to base. Weather permitting, the Squaws have three games scheduled this week including an away game today at Adams Central and home games Wednesday and Thursday against Jay County and Concordia. (Photo by Deb Shannon)


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The fastest-selling production in the Young Vic's history, Tennessee Williams' timeless masterpiece A Streetcar Named Desire will be broadcast live from their London home by National Theatre Live.
Vashon, Washington (September 22, 2014) Vashon Film Society welcomes influential Seattle film director Megan Griffiths back to the Vashon Theatre on Friday, October 3 for a presentation of her newest film "Lucky Them."
Community Cinema Vashon is back for a 6th season of presenting FREE preview screenings of films from PBS's Independent Lens series. Community Cinema Vashon is presented free to the public on the last Tuesday each month
From church pews to the streets to kitchen tables, The New Black follows the African-American community as it grapples with the gay rights issue in light of the recent same-sex marriage movement.
Be Inspired! Two brothers lead very different lives on opposite coasts, but when one brother is diagnosed with HIV in 1988, their worlds are immediately drawn together, transforming both men forever.
Woman's Way Red Lodge launches its 2014 Women's Film Series with FEMME: Women Healing the World, Tuesday, April 15th, at 6 PM at the Vashon Theatre
Years ago, Medora was a booming rural community with a thriving middle class. But the factories and farms are now closed and the population has dwindled. Poverty and despair have moved in.
Bill Brown will be bringing his Kingbees to Vashon for return visit at the Red Bicycle Bistro & Sushi. Many folks in the Northwest are familiar with Bill's high energy 'rockin' blues show that he's been performing in the Northwest since 1986.
Vashon Film Society will screen a locally made documentary about the famed Fremont Troll public art sculpture on Friday, December 6 for its monthly series of First Friday Art Films at the Vashon Theatre.
The State of Arizona captures the explosive emotions and complex realities behind Arizona's headline-grabbing struggle with illegal immigration. Arizona's enforcement-led policy
Vashon Film Society has tapped island filmmaker Jessika Satori to curate a program of all-Vashon works for the upcoming Art Film Night on November 1 at 9:30 pm at the Vashon Theatre.
Un documental revelador sobre los desafíos que enfrentan los estudiantes Latinos en Estados Unidos. The Graduates/Los Graduados explores pressing issues in education today through the eyes of six Latino and Latina students from across the United States.
Telling it like it is: Condoleezza Rice, Nancy Pelosi, Katie Couric, Rachel Maddow, Geena Davis, and others discuss the high stakes of media's misrepresentation of women
A new season of Community Cinema Vashon is here! We're kicking the season off with a 2-part documentary, The Graduates/Los Graduados.
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Peasant, Heiress, Writer, Whore: Korea's Early Communist Women
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In the 1920s some of Korea's most famous communists were young women. Political suppression and exile obliged them to be transnational and multi-lingual as they moved between colonial Korea, China, the United States and the Soviet Union. This talk examines the lives of two legendary early communists, Hŏ Chŏng-suk (the heiress) and Chu Se-juk (the peasant). Beautiful, intelligent and notorious, they appeared in the social pages as well as arrest notices of the daily newspapers in Seoul. Far from being forgotten after their deaths, Korea's early communist women continue to exercise a powerful hold upon the political imagination of divided Korea.
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$1,541—$2,665 Studio—2 bed 3850 Tunlaw Road NW, Washington DC, 20007
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The rent at eaves Glover Park Apartments ranges from $1,541 for a studio to a $2,665 two bedroom. Apartments in this building are about 7% more expensive than the Glover Park average.
This apartment is in the Glover Park neighborhood in Washington D.C.. Nearby parks include Stoddert, Stoddert Recreation Center and Stoddert Playground.
eaves Glover Park Apartments has a Walk Score of 68 out of 100. This location is Somewhat Walkable so some errands can be accomplished on foot.
Nearby schools include Stoddert Elementary School, Stoddert Elementary School and Annunciation Catholic School.
The closest grocery stores are Westchester Market, Glover Park Market and Whole Foods Market.
Nearby coffee shops include Starbucks, Stargazer Cafe and Hawthorne Market. There are 25 restaurants within a 15 minute walk including Glover Park Beer Garden, Twist Georgetown Restaurant and Westchester Restaurant.
eaves Glover Park Apartments is near Stoddert, Bryce Park and Glover Parkway & Childrens Playground.
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eaves Glover Park, located in the Glover Park neighborhood of the D.C. Metro area - where sensible apartment living meets a sensible cost of living. eaves Glover Park offers quality Glover Park DC apartments with a few little extras, like beautiful parquet floors and ceramic-tiled baths.
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Recipe: Spinach, White Bean, and Taleggio Pizza
A couple of weeks ago, we ate dinner at Co., a new pizza place in New York owned by Jim Lahey (he of the Sullivan Street Bakery and No-Knead Bread). There's a pie on the menu called the Popeye that comes with a mountain of crispy, leafy spinach on top. We tried a similar version at home with our new favorite pizza dough recipe (more on that below), and these were the results...
Our pizza lacks the height and slightly charred presentation of Lahey's Popeye—we're sure his ovens do a better job of flash cooking spinach than ours—but it was the combination of flavors that we wanted to mimic. Also, we realized after eating Lahey's pizza that there was no reason to pre-cook the spinach. A big mound of fresh leaves will cook down in no time.
Taleggio is a nice, melty cheese that works well on pizza but adds a more pungent flavor, which we liked, since the pizza was meatless and sauceless. The white beans got involved because we had a few leftover from a previous dinner.
As for the crust, it's the recipe that ran in The New York Times Magazine about six weeks ago. Dana tried it for her stovetop/broiler pizza, and we wholeheartedly recommend it. If you have a standing mixer, it's almost foolproof.
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Spinach, White Bean, and Taleggio Pizza
1 ball of pizza dough (see recipe link above)
olive oil
2 cloves of garlic, minced
4 to 5 ounces taleggio, sliced or pinched off into small bits
1/4 cup white beans
parmesan cheese
4 ounces fresh spinach (we used baby spinach leaves)
Preheat your oven and pizza stone to 550 degrees.
Roll out the dough and transfer it to a floured, rimless cookie sheet or a pizza peel, if you have one. If you are using the recipe above, you'll have a 12- to 14-inch pizza.
Spread a couple of teaspoons of olive oil over the dough, then evenly scatter the garlic, taleggio, and white beans. Grate a bit of parmesan over the pizza (you should need very little, about an ounce). Toss the spinach in a large bowl with a bit of olive oil, salt, and pepper.
Because it's hard to slide a heavy pizza off of a cookie sheet or peel, and because you're going to have a mound of loose spinach leaves that tend to fly off when you shake it, transfer the pizza to the hot stone BEFORE adding the spinach.
Once you've transfered the pizza to the pizza stone, pull out the oven rack (if you haven't already) and gently mound the spinach leaves in the center of the pizza. Close the oven and cook for 7 to 8 minutes, until the crust is brown on the edges and the spinach is wilted.
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Beans! What a great idea.
Ooo, yum.
We've been topping pizza with arugula recently. Will have to try spinach...
I made this last night (with cannellini beans instead of white beans) and it was delicious! But--I think that next time I would cook the spinach separately, at least to begin with, because it was hard to get the raw spinach to stay on the pizza dough. Yummy, though. So excited to have the leftovers for lunch.
Fantastic combination for a pizza. We put the spinach on top of the pizza once it was already on the pizza stone. Will definitely make again.


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Donald Trump delivered as promised -- the Miss Universe organization has officially filed 2 crushing legal claims against ex-Miss Pennsylvania Sheena Monnin ... for saying the pageant's a fraud.
TMZ broke the story ... Miss Universe owner Donald Trump gave Monnin a 24-hour ultimatum to retract her statements that pageant winners are predetermined -- but Monnin refused.
So this morning, one of Donald's lawyers tells TMZ, the Miss Universe Organization -- Miss USA's parent company -- has filed docs to take the matter before a private arbitrator, and he intends to go after Monnin for all she's worth.
The action was not filed as a formal lawsuit in court because of a stipulation in Monnin's contract -- which requires any dispute to be handled through private arbitration, and only if it can't be worked out there can it be filed in court.
We're told the Miss Universe team has filed two separate causes of action -- breaching the contract by talking trash about the pageant and a second claim for defamation. How much are they going for? We're told, "Significant damages."
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If her hair was a bit fuller she'd look like Priscilla Presley circa 1968. Trump just looks like some kind of alien freak reject.
Quick, Sheena, do as many interviews as possible then open an account in the Cayman Islands LOL.
Seriously, how in the world is either side going to prove this accusation? Just because Hairball walks in and claims it's NOT rigged doesn't mean squat, he has to prove it, no?
I have a question for anyone in the know..
Has she been fired as Miss Pennsylvania? Doesn't she continue to hold that title until a new winner is crowned?
wonderful to see someone worth hundreds of millions of dollars going after everything someone worth maybe tens of thousands has over words that no one cares about.
Let's go Sheena! Don't be afraid of this clown!
I think those beauty queens, though beautiful, are pretty much vacuous clothes hangers, however I hope this bitch has teeth. I'd love to see someone take Donald Trump on and win.
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You know what you get at the end of a civil lawsuit that is successful? A piece if paper that says this guy owes me X. Good luck collecting a dime. If she doesn't have anything to take, it's a big fat waste of time. Donald Trump should spend that time looking into better options for his hair and tan.
i dont like oboma but what about the donald shooting his mouth about were he was born? shouldnt trump be sued
Miss Universe is a joke, you don't even have to be a woman to compete anymore.
Nothing says skum bag more than a billionaire suing a young woman because she voiced an opinion.
Trump is nothing more than a bully. Anyone who listens to him or goes to one of his casinos should be ashamed of themselves.
Why would Donald Trump sue? Isn't it the truth that the competition is fixed? Donald even said that within a few seconds after looking at Ms. Pennsylvania he knew she wouldn't win! Why do we even have such pageants that single out what a woman looks like anyway? We don't have a Mr. Universe or a Mr. USA pagent. It is all a bunch of crap and "the Donald" is the biggest loser of all. He couldn't even win a "consolation prize" if he was running in a "good looks" pageant!
The MU contest stopped being relevant when they allowed transgendered men in a women's contest. I don't need to hear how the winners think about social issues. They just show up for photo ops after walking in a bikini. Name a Miss Universe that you can remember doing anything of interest. Quick.. I bet you cannot.