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On November 15th, join thousands of other Americans and put down your cigarette for the last time for the Great American Smokeout Day. Quitting smoking is one of the hardest things you'll ever do, however, you'll live longer and have more cash in your wallet. I remember when my mother and grandmother stopped smoking just a few years ago. Even after losing my grandpa to lung cancer, they tried to quit several times before they were successful. It takes time and you may have to quit more than once before it sticks, but YOU CAN DO IT!
The library has a lot of resources to help you stop smoking:
"Stop Smoking For Good" by Balasa L. Prasad with Catherine Whitney - Explore methods of quitting your nicotine habit without the use of patches, gum, and other medications.
"The Easy Way to Stop Smoking" by Allen Carr - Stop smoking by learning what can cause you to fall off the wagon in the first place.
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"The Enlightened Smoker's Guide to Quitting" - Discovering the reason you began smoking and fixing it is the secret to quitting.
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5 Health Benefits of Gardening
When parenting two teens sends stress levels soaring, Janet Jemmott, 44, of Kent Cliffs, New York, makes a beeline for her vegetable garden. "Checking on the size of my cucumbers, picking a ripe tomato, even turning my compost relieves tension and can head off a migraine," she says. Research shows that toiling in the soil offers the following health benefits:
Grow Bones. In a 2002 study of 3,310 women, University of Arkansas scientists found that strenuous yard work (pushing a lawn mower, pulling weeds) had the same beneficial effect on bone density as weight training did. High bone density is key in preventing osteoporosis.
Prune Heart Risk. In 2000, researchers in Denmark reported that moderate exercise such as gardening decreased the risk of heart disease by lowering blood pressure and cholesterol. Aim for at least 30 minutes a day.
Nourish the Mind. Exercising mind and body has been proved to reduce dementia risk. Gardening does both. It's an excellent mental workout that requires planning and foresight and encourages learning, says neuropsychologist Paul Nussbaum.
Weed Out Diabetes. A 2002 Dutch study found that male gardeners were more likely to have lower blood sugar levels. And a University of Alabama study of 505 men and women with type 2 diabetes found that active people, including those who gardened regularly, reduced or eliminated their need for medication.
Clip Calories. A 150-pound person burns 162 calories pruning, digging or weeding for 30 minutes. Kids benefit too. A 2003 study showed that noncompetitive activities like gardening lure children away from a sedentary lifestyle. And they learn about biology and nutrition, says researcher C. Lawrence Kien. A recent Texas A&M study found kids who gardened 30 minutes a week were more likely to eat vegetables.
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There is something lies within my mind,
Haunting my restless soul every night;
Pulling me into a cold, morbid world that has no light;
Making every glimpse of happiness or rest dies.
Giving me flash backs of what I don't want to see;
To make me think I am the greatest sinner has ever been;
Tearing every wish, hope, and dream;
Making me the prisoner of what I used to be.
Torturing me with all I hate to see;
Chained me with my faults that keep dragging me deep;
Into the lobbies of misery, weakness, that is filled with pain, liars and haters,
People call it past, I call it hades.
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NPR-All Things Considered, For Some Boston Bombing Victims, Psychological — Not Physical — Wounds LingerRead more
About Manya Chylinski
"What if I'm not #BostonStrong?"
Manya Chylinski is a survivor of the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing.
Manya's life was violently altered, along with the lives of hundreds of others, while a spectator at the finish line of the Boston Marathon on April 13, 2013. Without physical injuries, she returned to her daily life where she struggled with fear and anxiety. It took recognizing that she was not merely a witness but also a victim for her to get real help.
How do you help the invisible victims of mass violence like the Boston Marathon bombing? As a speaker and a writer, Manya's mission is to spread the word about how some survivors of mass violence appear unharmed but actually experience very real mental health injuries.
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General Training Writing Task 1 Sample 47 - You have received a letter from your bank
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IELTS Letter Writing / GT Writing Task 1:
You have received a letter from your bank, asking you to acknowledge receipt of a new bank card. However, the card was missing from the envelope.
Write a letter to the bank's head office. In your letter:
» explain why you are writing
» express concern about the missing card
» ask them what they intend to do
You should write at least 150 words.
Allow yourself 20 minutes for this task.
You do NOT need to write your own address.
Model Answer:
Dear Sir,
I am writing to inform you that I received a letter from my bank today, which was supposed to contain my new bank card. Unfortunately, there was no bank card enclosed in the envelope when I opened it.
I telephoned the bank to explain the problem, but I could not get through to the right department, even though I waited on the line for over half an hour, which was extremely annoying.
In the letter, you asked me to acknowledge the receipt of the card, but obviously, I cannot do this as I have not received it. I am now very worried because it is a possibility that my card has gone to another customer or got lost. What will happen if somebody has already used the card and spent my money? Will the bank repay me?
Is it possible for the bank to cancel this card so nobody else can use it? Could you also send me a new card by secure means?
I hope to hear from you soon.


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For sale: Asus Transformer Prime Tablet w/ Keyboard Dock. $425 obo.
Bought just 6 months ago to help me with work, it is a fabulous kit. ASUS tablet TF201, 32GB model with keyboard dock. Still have the original packaging.
This one is the Grey color. VERY nice conditon 9/10. 2 small scuffs on tablet aluminum but screen is flawless. Dock is perfect.
Includes Tablet and Dock, original packaging, all cords, an ASUS sleeve that fits the tablet and also both items docked together and a Targus Blue Stylus.
Selling as my employer gave us all new iPads a few months ago and expect us to use them, so I've got extra devices, I like this better than the iPad, but work rules and the Asus just sits around.
I will ship via UPS 3 day at No Charge. Contact me here and I'll email you my contact info. and pics, etc. Lets not turn the thread into an auction piece, just contact me and we can sort it out.
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OK - Holiday special people. $400 for the whole kit. Shipped to your door in 3 days. PM me here.
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The University of Texas-Pan American (UTPA) RISE program's mission is to increase the number of Hispanic students that graduate in the sciences, pursue and complete PhD degrees in biomedical or behavioral science. The specific goals of the UTPA RISE program are: 1) Increase undergraduate student retention and graduation rates in the sciences;2) Increase the number of UTPA graduates that continue on to pursue graduate degrees PhDs in biomedical or behavioral research and completes them;3) Increase the biomedical research infrastructure at UTPA by strengthening the collaboration with the University of Texas Health Science Center San Antonio and Edinburg Regional Academic Health Center (UTHSCSA E- RAHC) located on the UTPA campus;and 4) Increase the community's awareness of the necessity of biomedical research and the role UTPA plays servicing these needs. To accomplish these goals the UTPA RISE program will target freshman and train them as cohorts as they matriculate through their undergraduate education preparing them for graduate school. Students will participate in a series of activities designed to increase their scientific knowledge, strengthen their research experience and prepare them to matriculate into graduate school. RISE activities for freshman and sophomores include: "research as a career" academic advising, cross-disciplinary laboratory techniques courses, biomedical/behavioral laboratory research with research mentors at UTPA and the E-RAHC, and external summer research at the University of Texas, Baylor College of Medicine or Texas A&M University. Junior and senior undergraduate activities include: intense laboratory research at UTPA and the E-RAHC, presenting at national conferences, and workshops on "how to apply to graduate school" and "work life balance." Additional RISE activities will help establish a biomedical research environment at UTPA like data reviews and seminars by external speakers. Several institutional programs will also be implemented under the direction of the RISE program that strengthen the academic curriculum, increase student placement in graduate programs, and increase community awareness of biomedical/behavioral research. Collectively, this program will increase the number of Hispanics that obtain PhDs in the biomedical and behavioral science fields.
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The CamelBak BFM is a military hydration plus cargo pack designed to keep you mobile and hydrated on the toughest missions. "The name says it all" claim by CamelBak is very true as this is their largest system capable of holding 45L+ of cargo and also including a 100 oz (3L) Mil Spec Antidote Long Reservoir to keep you hydrated. The Mil Spec Antidote Reservoir is ideal for operator's allowing for quick adaptation in the changing missions or environments. A Quick Link Exit Port annd QL HydroLock Bite Valve Adapter are included. The pack has many features of it's own as well, including a should harness and back panel for comfortable and easily maneuverable load distribution, full clamshell opening for quick access to stored gear, 4 different access points for main compartment, ASIPS radio attachment points with dual antenna ports, glasses, goggles and NVG pocket with external access and multiple drink tube exports. The pack is composed of extremely rugged 500 Denier Cordura Fabric and prepared to take a beating. Dimensions: 21 x 20 x 14 in. Brand new directly from CamelBak.
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MassPlastics postponed this yearComments Email Print
FITCHBURG, MASS. (Jan. 19, 4 p.m. ET) — The North Central Massachusetts Chamber of Commerce has canceled the massPlastics trade show that was planned for Oct. 24-25 in Fitchburg.
"Several factors led to the decision, not the least of which is the rescheduling, this year, of the industry's largest U.S. exposition, NPE," said David McKeehan, president of the North Central Massachusetts Chamber of Commerce.
The advisory committee is planning the massPlastics show for 2013.
"We're reengineering the show and its ongoing schedule to meet the needs of today's industry," McKeehan said, "There will be announcement, shortly, on the new dates."
The chamber of commerce launched the massPlastics show in 1989 to spotlight the plastics industry in the region. The first show, held in the ballroom of a Leominster hotel, attracted 30 exhibitors and about 300 attendees. At its peak, some 5,000 people attended the event with 300 exhibitors at the Central Massachusetts Expo Center in Fitchburg.


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1. January
I recoiled the moment I saw him. He was spindly and hunched, a young man in a pensioner's body. And I could sense by the darting, snake-like eyes that judgment was being passed as he took in the surroundings. On this New Year's Eve, in my parents' living room, a stranger was judging me.
What was most striking about the overly dressed group in the overly fancy living room was the sickly smell of too many perfumes mingled together. The older the guest, the more unwholesome the perfume, as if they were trying to cover up the smell of old age. By the time I got around to kissing my two grandmothers, sitting side by side on antique chairs near the fireplace, I was ready to have a nose bleed. The apple-green wallpaper boasted a silkiness that reflected light to the high, wood-paneled ceiling. Unctuous candlesticks adorned a golden coffee table and two matching end-tables, which shouldered an outrageously long couch. People were saying hello and looking ever so eager to see one another. I was pulled about the room, my face kissed, squeezed, and prodded with every relative who thrust a smile at me.
Then my aunt Muriel was upon me, with the stranger at her side. "Maxine chérie, how are you?" she enthused, and we kissed on both cheeks, à la French. "I want to introduce you to Sam. Imagine, Sam works in science just like you. So I said to him, my niece works in science and you must meet her."
"And my Aunt's a meddling moron," I said, though not out loud.
"Hello, Sam." I smiled.
He thrust out his hand, gawkily. I took it. "It's very kind of your family to include me in your New Year celebrations." His voice was stuffy, his words over pronounced, as though he were a foreigner mimicking refined English.
"No problem," I said, reclaiming my hand. His handshake was light, as though he were made of air, and might float away, which wouldn't have been entirely bad, seeing how uncomfortable he looked. Who was this oddball? Slim build and hunched like a toad, he spoke softly, his words polite and considered. Too polite. A kippah was clipped to his light brown hair and his head seemed fixed in a bowed state, as though he were awaiting a beating. He was twenty-eight years old, but he could have been fifty.
"You work in science?" I ventured.
"Yes, I work for a company called Paxel."
"Are you a scientist?"
"Yes. I'm also doing a Masters in Analytical Chemistry at Imperial."
"Oh, you work and study. Me too, I'm doing a biology degree in the evenings. It's a hell of a job to motivate, isn't it?"
"I have no problem with motivation."
"I try to do a little every night, but sometimes get carried away and before I know it, the birds are tweeting and it's almost morning. Do you study every night?"
"I work some evenings, but yes, I try to do something every night." He never raised his head when talking. Just his eyes, two blue pools, candid and pleading.
"What sort of work?"
"I help out in a small coffee shop on some evenings."
"Cool, which one?"
"Just a small one down the road from my university." He fidgeted awkwardly and shifted his eyes.
"How do you manage two jobs and study? I can just about manage one."
"Sometimes you have to do certain things, due to life circumstances." He shifted uncomfortably. "But I don't think it's appropriate to talk about such things, whilst here in these opulent surroundings."
I was right, he was judging me. How dare this scrawny little socialist make me feel guilty for my family's privileged lifestyle? Self hatred was my domain and no one else's. I abandoned him with Muriel, and went in search of someone less irritating.
"Come here, chérie." It was my grandmother. I kneeled beside her and stroked her thin, wrinkled hand.
"Are you married yet, dear?" she asked.
"No, Grandma." I smiled gently, caressing her soft arm.
"I'm not dying until you get married."
"Then you'll have a long life." I kissed her sagging cheek.
"Your grandfather's waiting for me. I don't want to keep him waiting forever."
"Grandma, he's dead, he has forever."
"And my back hurts so much, I don't know how much longer I can go on." It was true, she'd never been tall, but she had, painfully and noisily, shrunk almost a foot in the last year.
"Well, Grandma, we're gonna have to introduce you to morphine, because I don't see any future husbands just yet." I squeezed her cold hand and passed my fingers over her cheek and she beamed.
My other grandmother, who'd been watching, stuck out her chin and said, "What about me, don't I get a kiss?"
And I went around to her side, kneeled down, stroked her bony hand, and kissed her cheek, which was the texture of marshmallow.
"How are you, Mamy?" That was how I called my maternal grandmother, it was French for 'grandma.'
"Ah, you know, my hip, I have these terrible pains." She sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry, Mamy."
"Pain? Rachelle you don't know what pain is," my other grandmother said and let out a deeper, louder sigh.
"I don't know what pain is? Rena, I haven't slept in two weeks, not a wink."
"Well, I haven't slept in two years."
And see, I always believed you can't survive more than ten days without sleep. "Have you people not heard of painkillers?" I asked.
They both turned, as if noticing me for the first time. Four crooked fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist.
"Sweetie, I swallow vicodin, ativan, and codeine and still the pains keep me awake," said Grandma Rena, rolling her eyes for added effect.
"That's nothing," said Grandma Rachelle. "The doctor gave me oxycontin, percocet, vicodin, and some unlabelled powder, and I might as well be eating M&Ms for all they do."
Who would have thought these cute little old ladies were single-handedly supporting the economy of Mexico? Note to self: visit grandmas more often, and bring a bag.
At dinner, Sam was seated between my brother, Claude and me. The long dining table was dressed with colorful dishes, interspersed between tall, brass candlesticks, holding twelve red candles per stick. Wax ran like treacle down the shaft and dripped onto the red, embroidered tablecloth, narrowly missing the breadbaskets. My parents took entertaining as seriously as an Olympic athlete took exercise, and with the amount of sweat and tears that went into it, you'd think they were hoping for a medal by the end of the night. Everything had to be perfect and abundant; the flowers, the food, the seating, the puffiness of the cushions, my mother's jewelry. Each person was amply surrounded by food, such that minimal effort was required to reach anything. But at the end of the night, did my parents high-five one another in satisfaction of another successful dinner? Of course not. Dad complained that Mum looked fat and Mum grumbled because another of Dad's thoughtless friends had burned a hole in her precious antique table cloth with one of those ghastly cigars. And the only thing they both agreed on was that this was the last time they would make so much effort to entertain so many ingrates. And by the end of the week they'd be planning their next unforgettable dinner party.
Claude attempted to engage Sam, while I daydreamed about my beloved bedroom two floors above us. In the six months since moving out of my parents' house, I had been unable to stop kicking myself for leaving. But at twenty eight years old, the embarrassment of living at home had outweighed my fear of loneliness (second only to my fear of personal possessions). I'd been used to living in a house with my social animal of a brother and all his friends, and it wasn't unusual to come home to find random students eating out of our fridge or crashed out under the kitchen table. It was like living in a commune, only with expensive silverware. Our kitchen was everybody's kitchen, and our parents had little to say on the matter, as they traveled constantly.
But, as with all things, this charmed existence was doomed to end, and my brother began consorting with a nice Jewish girl and spending weekends drinking scotch with her father. So, when strange people stopped exercising squatter's rights in our house, I knew that if I didn't leave, I was going to get left behind. So I packed my bags and moved ten minutes down the road. The entire apartment was smaller than my old bedroom, but, being too old to run back home, my only option was to love it whether I liked it or not. On the day of the move, my mother, myself, and a man with a van transported my worldly belongings, which, after twenty-eight years, could have fitted into a spotted handkerchief and tied to a stick. The entire experience took less than two hours, whereupon the living room boasted a couch, coffee table, and small oval dining table with four chairs. Everything else, including the television, was assigned to the bedroom. Two narrow closets faced the bed, the television filled the alcove between these two closets, and facing it was the double bed and one bedside table. Mum had offered me two bedside tables, but I didn't see the logic, when I could only sleep on one side of the bed at a time. My parents said that my aversion to owning things was a rebellion against the privileged life they had provided. Of course, I let them believe that. How could I tell them the truth, that too much stuff was more terrifying than the thought of being fed slowly through a meat grinder? They wouldn't understand. Hell, sometimes I didn't understand.
That first night in my new bed, I stared up at the grey ceiling that seemed much closer to my face than my old warm, cream-colored ceiling, and I did not feel grown up and I did not feel free. I felt a million miles from home, and for the first time in my life, felt truly lonely.
Muriel sat to my left and eagerly joined in the conversation. We learned that Sam came from a Jewish background, although he grew up in Hong Kong and went to university in Australia. He had been living in England on a student visa for two years, whilst pursuing a Masters program in Analytical Chemistry. I noticed he had no earlobes, the ear ran into the side of the face in a straight line that was accentuated by slightly sticking-out ears. Just recently, a molecular biology class had taught me that it takes one gene to determine whether or not we end up with earlobes. Until then I'd never noticed that a portion of the population had none. Now I was seeing it everywhere.
"Where's your family?" Claude asked.
"I have my twin sister in Sydney, Australia. Sadly my parents have passed on." He paused and lowered his gaze.
Claude, Muriel, and I looked at one another and, for lack of a better response, also lowered ours.
"Actually, when I say parents, I refer to my mother and stepfather. In truth I don't know my biological father," he added.
"What happened to everyone?" Claude asked.
"My stepfather had a fatal heart attack when I was ten and my mother died of cancer when I was sixteen."
Observing Claude and Sam side by side, the two could not have been more different, Claude, stocky framed with a confident air and his head held high, beside Sam, thin and submissive with his bony shoulders collapsed in on themselves.
"Is that why you left Australia?" Claude asked.
"Actually I left after my girlfriend died four years ago."
Now there's an unlucky fellow who should never play the lottery and always remain indoors during electric storms, I might have joked had he not been sitting right there.
By the end of the evening, Muriel, Claude and I slumped in our seats, exhausted from hearing about so many dead people. Only Sam seemed unaffected, pursing his thin lips, as though he had told this story a million times before.
Two or three nights a week, after a day's work in a genetics laboratory, I staggered the fifteen minutes to my university. It should have been a five minute walk, but lately everything took longer, crossing a street was enough to wind me and a flight of stairs enough to trigger altitude sickness. As I stumbled into the tall, gray building overlooking Russell Square, others were mostly walking out of it; the daytime students ending their day, as the evening students begun theirs. Most of my classmates, like me, were older, having delayed their university studies for one reason or another. Several were considerably older and must have been undertaking a biology degree for the sheer fun of it.
Some evenings we were required, using instructions and common sense, to set up and perform experiments in a laboratory. Instructions I could handle. But common sense and neurosis do not belong in the same cranial space, and I turned what should have been a straightforward process into torturous mental gymnastics, like trying to do long division in your head while under the influence of marijuana (minus the uncontrollable laughter). As the other students rushed about the lab with the express intention of completing the task and getting out of there as quickly as possible, I remained frozen to the spot, refusing to tip a powder into a solution until fully and completely satisfied as to why I was tipping that particular powder into that particular solution. And anyone who's ever studied basic chemistry knows that most chemical interactions do not exactly follow the textbook rules. This I was not willing to accept. So I tried to elaborate upon the rules, or make up broader rules that would encompass the observed molecular reactions. Everything had to fit into neat little boxes and when it didn't, I was literally unable to make my hands perform the steps on the instruction sheet. I regularly chased the teacher around the lab, with paper in one fist and pen in the other, delaying her from helping others and asking why, if the rules say that acids react with bases, was this particular acid not reacting? Then I returned to my lab bench to discover everyone else so far ahead of me, and wondered whether this was what mental retardation feels like.
One evening, as I cowered before a half-built distillation model, the teacher approached and asked loudly, so that everyone stopped to listen, "Do you cook?"
To which I replied honestly, "Not really, my mum and brother are amazing cooks though." Why she'd care that I was closely related to culinary wizards was not something that occurred to me in the moment.
Her mouth opened for a second and then she boomed, "If you can't cook, then you can't be a scientist."
I stared at her quizzically.
"Cooking is science," she added.
"But I hate cooking," I whimpered.
"Then why are you becoming a scientist?"
I felt the whole room staring, and fixed my gaze on the scratched wooden lab bench, on which stood my shoddy, half-built experiment. Science had never been my strong subject, in fact in secondary school it was my worst subject. Even now I worked longer and harder than my classmates just to keep up. So why was I working toward a career in a subject at which I was no good?
"I can't stand not knowing how things work," I said, and that was the truth. It was what kept me going to classes night after night, through rain, dark winters and unnatural exhaustion. All for the privilege of a career in which I would not so much add anything to the world, but where the world might some day reveal its secrets to me.
"Well, go home and teach yourself to cook. You'll have a better time of it in the lab," she said, before moving on to the next student.
Sam wasn't spared another thought after that first meeting, except once, to explain to my persistent parents that I was not and would never be interested in that creepy toothpick of a man. But, with a daughter in her late twenties and no potential Jewish husband in sight, no way would they let up.
A few weeks later my mother called me at work. "I've invited Sam from New Year to lunch on Sunday. Would you drive him over?"
I sighed. "Mum, the guy looks like a pretzel. Is that what you want for me? Don't you care about me at all?" When in a corner, always use emotional blackmail.
"You know what your problem is? You're too judgmental. Would you like people to judge you on a first meeting, because they would run from your crazy hair and those ridiculously small glasses."
Note to self: if a person's IQ is very low, emotional blackmail won't work.
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Mum, if I ever need someone to talk me off a window ledge, you'll be the one to call." I leaned into my computer to avoid being heard by colleagues.
"What? I don't understand when you speak so fast. You're not my daughter, you can't be. A daughter of mine would know how to use a hairbrush."
I sighed. How many times had I heard that old song? Yes, my hair was out of control, but it wasn't my fault that I had inherited it from her. Brushing actually made it worse. "Mum, much as I enjoy these delightful exchanges of ours, I do need to get back to work." I maintained an even tone, so she wouldn't know she was getting to me.
"Avoidance," she screeched into my ear. "That's what you're good at, avoiding the subject. Well, fine then, don't you and your witch hair come crying to me when you're alone and miserable."
"Why do you have to scream?" I seethed through gritted teeth. My mother belonged to that group of low IQ individuals who find everything alarming and believe that raising your voice is the most effective form of communication. She made it impossible to respect her, which hurt more than all the insults.
"Sonya and Adam will be there, and they know lots of single Jewish girls. So if you don't want him, then perhaps they can find someone who does."
"Fine, I'll bring him."
For moral support, I invited my study partner, Rose along for the ride. Rose, a divorced lawyer, was studying a biology degree in an effort to give her career the overhaul she'd given her personal life. As the only two in the class who were neither twenty nor sixty, and for whom English was not a second language, we became fast friends. Rose also lived alone, although unlike me, felt that it was an expression of a woman's freedom of choice, rather than a death sentence.
Running thirty minutes late to collect Sam from the tube station, I was having trouble remembering where I'd parked the car.
"Come on, Maxi, aren't any of these roads ringing a bell?" she pleaded as we meandered through the narrow, residential streets that flanked my flat.
"I suppose we could just walk," I said, not particularly liking the idea of a walk in the cold. "It's just that I wouldn't mind knowing where the car is first."
"When did you last use it?"
"Last night," I said.
"So you have to know where you left it," she insisted as she pulled a pair of gloves from the pocket of her three-quarter-length tartan coat.
"You'd think." I snorted, fast losing patience. This wasn't the first time I had misplaced the car, and if things continued this way, I might as well audition for the sequel to Memento.
"Seriously, girl, you must be going senile, or something," she joked, as we turned into yet another quiet street.
"You know what? Perhaps not, perhaps it's normal, when you park your car in a different spot every night, to sometimes forget where you left it."
She laughed. "You keep telling yourself that."
In the end we gave up and made our way on foot, both marching at a fast clip to beat off the cold.
"You might want to shoot yourself in the head afterward," I warned Rose about Sam." Though make sure you wait until after dessert, as no one should die without tasting Mum's chocolate mousse."
Sure enough, there he was, as small and bent as the last time we met, from a distance looking like a little old man.
"I'm so sorry we're late," I said when we reached him.
"Missy here forgot where she parked the car," Rose added with a teasing tone.
"It could happen to anyone." I said.
"Anyone over the age of eighty," she replied.
"That's okay, girls. I just waited forty-five minutes in the cold, London gloom. I could have been mugged, abducted, sexually assaulted…"
"Sure you could have, in broad daylight in the middle of Chelsea." I said.
We strolled the short distance to my parents' house.
"I'm so hungry," I said by way of making conversation and also because it was true. "I try to skip breakfast on days when I'm eating at my parents', because Mum's cooking is too damn good for restraint."
"I've been learning to cook," Sam said. "I bought cookbooks by Jamie Oliver and Nigella Lawson. Nigella's book is so erotic, I don't know if she's teaching me how to cook or trying to get me off."
"How can a cookbook be erotic?" Rose asked.
"It's the way she describes the process. She doesn't say 'take the vegetables and mix them in a bowl.' It's more like, 'as I plunged my fingers into the fleshy pulp and felt the juices caress my skin...' She made me positively sweat behind the knees." He elongated his vowels, sounding like an over-enunciated schoolgirl.
As required, I introduced Sam to Sonya and Adam, but in the end Rose and I kept him to ourselves. Contrary to the Sam who'd haunted our New Year's dinner, today he was light-hearted and talked incessantly.
"So when I decided to have the testicle replaced, they sent me a catalogue. A proper catalogue with pictures of different sized testicles. Being new to this, I had no idea which one to pick, I don't know what my other testicle looks like. I thought I should get the biggest one, but then I would have to buy larger pants."
Rose said, "You don't want to have to buy new pants and a testicle all in one day."
"That would be indulgent," he replied. "Anyway, I felt too weak for shopping."
"For clothes or testicles?" I asked.
"Both. But I had to get a ball, so I asked if they did home deliveries."
"You did not!" I gasped.
"They said, 'We're sorry sir, but we don't provide that kind of service.' I was shocked. That's not customer service, I told them. I want to speak to the manager."
We were on the floor from laughter. I'd never imagined testicular cancer could be funny.
Rose asked, "What did you get in the end?"
"Well, I asked my sister's advice, but she said that even for twins that conversation was too intimate. So I chose the medium-sized one. Not too presumptuous and not too tiny. But now I wish I'd chosen the bigger one."
By the end of the day, Sam was talking so much that it was impossible to persuade him to leave. We sat around the kitchen table whilst Mum cleared up. We would have helped, but Mum tended to be flustered when she worked, having no idea how to delegate. The guests had long gone and Mum was offering us leftovers.
"I'm a typical Jewish boy," Sam said, as he gladly accepted a bag of food. "I don't leave anywhere without taking food. I will enjoy this tomorrow during my lunch, and I'll have saved £4.75 from the sandwich shop. Plus if there's any leftover for dinner, I won't have to eat my gefilte fish. It will be a culture shock for Mr. Fried, he likes to eat gefilte fish every night for dinner."
Mr. Fried was Sam's landlord, and the way Sam described him, he might as well have been trapped in a Jewish time warp in pre-war Germany.
Eventually Rose and I each grabbed one of Sam's arms and frog-marched him out the door.
"My family is so penny pinching, they never throw out any food. My mother used to boil chicken carcasses and make soup. And my cousins in Switzerland are so stingy that they gather breadcrumbs from under the chopping board and use them to make matzah balls." He continued all the way to the tube station.
After we waved him farewell, Rose turned to me and said, "I really like him."
"Yeah, me too," I said. "Turns out he's OK."
"No, what I mean is I really like him." She stared into my face until I clicked.
"Oh, you really like him," I repeated.
"Ooo. I suppose we should arrange another little get together then." I smiled.
She leaped into my arms and gave me a warm squeeze.
Four days later, I found the car. I strolled passed my dented Honda Civic several streets away from home one morning on the way to work. It was as I had left it, though I had no recollection of actually having left it there. Did this failing brain of mine mean that my IQ was tanking? Another unfortunate genetic legacy, I sighed, and made a mental note to Google memory loss.


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The hem of nature floats as seasons blend
with winter's lasting days now lost and spent,
as endless summer frozen shadows mend
without the youthful feelings of lament.
In distant land where future dreams ascend
beneath the southern sky of golden light,
by heaven's gift a love of life transcends
on landscapes tranquil beauty's kind delight.
As graceful night unfolds its cast on day
with morning dew of many coloured hues,
and sunrise magic cuddles shoreline's bay,
the warmth of life another love renews.
With fervor I adore the seasons grace,
as nature's peaceful fairness I embrace.
T.J Grén
18th June, 2016
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
With changing seasons of the northern land,
in graceful charms of nature's peaceful chord
A child with life's horizons to expand,
in search for ardent pledge of love's reward.
The tranquil landscape of snow covered hills,
warmth of light melting ice as might heart's fire
melt down the wrath of frost, winter's chills
to change into frills and summer's desire.
Colours of autumn as colours of beams,
those rays of light, of rainbows with treasures,
with leisures of spring and of wistful dreams
to renew and behold lifelong pleasures.
Unveil the radiant wonder of change,
from nature's grandeur never to estrange.
T.J Grén
13th April, 2016
Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand
For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost
She sings the songs of living death
For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises keep
Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
November was not all that bad. We had
Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow.
The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad,
I felt so sad to see December go.
But January so far we have seen
cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold.
Blue skies I need and white replaced by green
and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold.
But Winter still persists. Up and about,
he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes!
That old cold man has worn his welcome out.
And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those?
It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on.
Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone!
Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest
of Francine Roberts
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
I love it when Spring finally comes
The buds showing their little sprouts
Yes indeed from this seasons of four
I'm awake many sleeping plants shout
I love it when I walk through the parks
When these buds turn to a sea of green
Forgotten are the plants being so stark
This birthing season just has to be seen
I love it when I sit on the park benches
When the breeze caresses Sakura trees
The airs scented by their pinky blossoms
Mother nature and man in total agree
When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for
I love it when Spring finally comes
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Upon this break of dawn
Touched by an autumn breeze
There rustling in the leaves
I see a hint of bronze
And know it won't be long
Before you strip the trees
Yet knowing this I dare
To dream of you again
As summer starts to wane
Leaves falling everywhere
From mother nature's hair
Ablaze in crimson flames
That set a fire in me
Just like those falling leaves
August 21, 2015
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2015
A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
The burst of an orange, a tulip in bloom
Infusion of flowers, by meadow's festoon
The shine of an orchid, ever so stark,
It stays on my mind, long after dark
The Rose brings her beauty, as I swift appraise
And summer goes trailing with fever, her blaze
Heat waves arrive, wearing red flaming scarves
Bronzed cherub angels, by cool fountain spout
Yellow kissed flowers by summer's head count
The dahlias in love, with passions, don't starve
Bikinis and tank tops with summer tanned legs
Atop the hot board walk, skip trampling keds
Bleach blonds and ravens in tune with the fair
Coasters and bolsters and times without care
It's all in the season of sunshine and thrills
Where fireworks burst, o'er emerald hills!
The seasons pass as my eyes behold
Soft change in hues when bending limbs grow bare
As colored leaves turn brown begin to fold
To finally scatter into Autumn's air
These days remembered on a road of leaves
Traveling aspen groves ablaze in gold
A Winter's chill before the Autumn grieves
Reminds that all life ends before its cold
And calls in voice its yearly subtle dance
As songs from birds now give a quiet note
While those in love hope colors will enhance
To feel chill from Winter when color dies
To bless the fallen leaves with sadder eyes
The Winter's cold comes dressed in velvet white
And spills its unique flakes upon the Earth
Scenes of beauty calm, open eye's delight
And cleanse the ground before the Spring's rebirth
I'll walk upon the freshest fallen snow
And see the trail of prints I leave behind
While knowing it reveals the path I go
I'll make a snowy Angel some will find
To cross the banks of white where depth is low
And sit among the quiet, Winter's brought
To see the landscape clean with softest glow
Shall bring to me another gentle thought
I'll lift my eyes to find a pictured scene
And marvel at the white that is pristine
written by Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
Spring takes its bow early in Florida's climate
Winds expire, February debuts in quiet
Dazzling lavender blooms on cherry trees wake first
Sweet aroma o'er the verdant landscape's dispersed
Summer lures eager tourists to beaches in May
Dipping their toes, they feel the ocean's salty spray
Torrid heat ushers hurricane season in June
Cautious homeowners await the year's first typhoon
But for late November, Fall seems nonexistent
Taking to nature trails, hikers' hours are now spent
Wild boar and turkeys identified by their musk
Gopher tortoises chill in shells, deer await dusk
Locals celebrate yuletide holidays with joy
Brevity of winter - nature's cruelest ploy
*Written August 22, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
The gath'ring dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned with warmth and radiant light.
The sun in arc across the sky confirms
that these fall days be passionate and bright.
Heroic are the colors autumn wears,
yet soon their rich-hued robe will fade away.
Then comes the sting of winter's icy airs.
We wish that frozen season could delay.
The gleanings of these golden days are rich.
A cache of gifts held in our hearts, sublime.
Nostalgia is the providence with which,
we warm our spirit during winter-time.
Hold fast, through dormant seasons, keen and cold.
Soon warmth will grace spring light to be extolled.
October's Crown
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
It was the first part of September
As the leaves were just starting to turn
The bonfire shrank to just one ember
A fearful forecast she would discern
Yes, the hurricane season lived on
Although the seas were starting to cool
Bounty of trees now plucked – pecan
As children made their way back to school
Indian Summer brought such sad news
A woman still in her autumn years
Struggled from her eyes, tears to excuse
She had to face the greatest of fears
The doctor offered no hope for her
Would this month be her last September?
*Entry for Brian's September Contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Another day chased away by cold breese
And the fast wind into the dark caves flees
Silence, a master of the place that screams
And the void, a hole that swallows the beams
Into gloomy shades, the birds take refuge
As, the sky a black dome awfully huge
What is left, is the empty streets, without
And within, a poet rotten by doubt
Inside my chest, a throbbing heart, in fear
The season might mean that the end is near
As the trees, their leaves with rustle they fall
Highlighted by the scared few birds that call
As if Spring this year were just meant to leave
Before term, and before my words, i'd give
Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2016
At the spring celebration Jill had a head start
She danced across the floor straight to his open heart
Lit by love and glowing like an eternal flame
Passion in motion ere she even knew his name
When he first took her hand, she felt electrified
In the months that ensued feelings intensified
Carpet of crimson rose petals strewn on her bed
The pair gave not a thought to what might lie ahead
But when the festive holiday season came 'round
A garland of fir branches on her head he crowned
As he knelt before her in front of the fireplace
In a blanket of tender love she felt encased
Bowing before her, he presented a diamond ring
For their love affair proved to be more than a spring fling
*Entry for Brian's 100th Anniversary poem challenge on Aspects of Love
Once upon a spring arcadian scene
the long cold winter hoar melts on the bud:
romney low country lambs fattened to wean
chew in flocks upon the ruminant cud.
In stone moss stream, wild aromatic grass,
the sleeping flower does uncloistered return:
but an ancient blood moon shall come to pass
on the hilltop flax and green valley fern.
Soon the muster will shatter a false peace
in cornucopia of beast and plume:
nigh the yard gates will fill with milky fleece
and only finest wool spin on the loom.
So becomes the burnt offering withal
for the butcher's blade is sharpened to fall.
July 1989
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
The growing dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned in warmth and brilliant light.
The sun across it arc shines to confirm,
that these fall days be passionate and bright.
Heroic are the colors autumn wears.
Yet, soon its rich-hued robe will fade away,
to know the sting of winter's icy airs.
We wish our coldest season would delay.
The gleanings of these golden days are rich.
We hold such gifts within our hearts, sublime.
Nostalgia is the providence from which
we warm our souls the span of winter-time.
Stand firm through dormant seasons, sharp and cold.
Soon warmth will grace spring's light to be extolled.
Line upon line the troops stood straight
In late season sun they stand and wait
With magazines filled with ammunition
Not with bullets but with good nutrition
These troops stand with feather in cap
Full of purpose and flowing with sap
Yet soon inevitably they are to fall
As they grow big and they grow tall
Then, quite fearlessly they give their life
To die for country, kids and wife
Yet to die so that all may flourish
As their bodies feed and nourish
And so the seasons pass
For these troops of tallest grass
Unsung heroes that sacrifice all
When in autumn they die and fall
But are our lives not the same?
As in sacrifice there is no shame
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015
As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.
A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.
I am that mate, I'm man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground.
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.
No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God's loving soil.
Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener's plan.
Born as a flower within the earth's womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.
His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.
I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I'm the gardener's rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.
Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I'm the summer flower.
Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God's decree.
Behind my man in the gardener's sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.
Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.
Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it's time to rest.
The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it's time to rest.
My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it's time to rest.
Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it's time to rest.
Author Notes:
Spring: Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet
Copyright © Amera Andersen | Year Posted 2007
It''s great to see the leaves again
To see the flowers grow
Spring excites me so
I love the freshness of the rain
I can shake off winter's aches and pains
As I listen to the March winds blow
Spring is a wonderful time I know
Spring is here to keep me sane
Now I hear the red robin chirp
I see the sun shining bright
I want to play and not work
Out in the pretty sunlight
Where life is new and pure
I love Spring of that I'm sure!
Copyright © Marvin D. Schrebe | Year Posted 2013
November is a month of frost and cold,
reminding us that winter's grip benumbs.
With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold,
she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs.
The long bleak curve of winter days is here.
Each day we greet the sun's receding pyre.
When snow and blowing gale become severe,
we long to feel a hearth's warm, burning fire.
And though, each frosty night is dark and long,
our thoughts are staid on spring, both green and fair.
Endure this dormant season with the throng.
Await idyllic days both warm and rare.
Each winter, as a season, adds its flow.
In time, it runs full course, and this we know.
Long, Gray Winter
Those who rise early see not just first light.
They see each plant and leaf embrace the sun.
Light bids each new green sprout to stand upright,
until sun's task of bold, bright work is done.
We till the fertile soils and plant new seed,
in hopes with light and water, one by one,
they'll yield good fruit as autumn days recede,
when harvesting and storing must be done.
The richness of our seasons can be seen,
when bins are filled with bounty from the earth.
This providence means life through seasons lean,
and those who meet first light provide this worth.
Endure the seasons known for wind and chill,
then greet the warm, spring light and know its thrill.
First Light
Tumbling, tumbling, maple's chameleon leaves
swathe blonding grass that is longing to sleep,
A Mennonite farmer hand-bundles wheat sheaves,
Harvest won't wait and his field will not keep.
Fumbling, fumbling with sodden dresses
clean from a washing on this windy day,
A Mennonite wife hangs laundry, blessing
God's bounty, His gifts on lovely display.
Crumbling, crumbling, pieces of pumpkin pie
warm from the oven and perfectly spiced,
Mennonite tots lick forks and watch geese fly,
Later they share wood toys, just a few suffice.
Humbling, humbling, these people of autumn
who toil endlessly, then Christmas welcome.
August 15, 2012
Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2012
Lady Autumn's Ball
Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn's ball
Tis the best time for late season romance
Come everyone, enjoy the dance
Autumn's colors deck the halls
Listen for Love's eternal mating call
Love is born from a single glance
Emotions of the heart are enhanced
As they two, walk down the promenade
Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown
Colors so vivid can nowhere be found
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn's ball
Come, everyone, enjoy the dance
Listen for love's eternal mating call
Emotions of the heart are enhanced
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
On the lush green banks 'neath the swaying trees,
Fair nymphs used to dance in the gentle breeze
While the Muses sang, and pink blossoms blew,
And while the bees sipped the sweet flowers' dew.
Where the lark's clear call was heard from the coves,
Hark! Now silence fills these forsaken groves!
When thou smiled the skies brightened and birds sang,
The winds whispered and the fairest flow'rs sprang.
Alas! Hush'd are the birds and still are the trees,
How the sun hath dimmed, how the time doth freeze!
How the heav'ns cry, how the flowers wither,
O love! O love! When will thou come hither?
'Tis cold and lifeless when thou art away,
But when with thee, 'tis summer's finest day.
Copyright © Jasmine Khurana | Year Posted 2015
Winter has a deadly chill
Whereas just six months prior
The earth felt like a blazing fire
Unbearable heat didn't seem that sweet until
Our toes no longer we could feel
Bitterly bundled up, with long desire
For sunshine, causing skin to perspire.
But now all bundled in bed, street are still
Except for the wind that comes gushing in,
Roaring and howling, disrupting the peace;
So violently evil, it pierces our skin;
So oppressive it weighs down and won't release
Us from the bondage; a parallel storm within.
So in ardence we pray and plead for winter to cease!
Copyright © Isaac Abinante | Year Posted 2016
And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin's breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :
The spiky blackthorn blossom's shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow's decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.
Come hear the soaring skylark's tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw's chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.
We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014
A new time when the rain sees and greet
the noon day is so weak and shy still
a new time when the sun is fed and beat
wake up call to put time to a refill
a new time when the snow fall to be neat
the air and man bask but pay the bill
a new time when the leaf gets to a seat
from up to down it will pass the grill
a time to play and a time to cry
a time to be wet and a time to dry
we all sit and boil then stay to fry
jazz or rock, easy to remember
the next tune is on, loud from its members
goes up and down from June to December.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion.
Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs.
Which spread quickly, Mother Nature's chilling whims.
Delightful colors explode, over hillsides, with passion.
Delivering sweet, falling spectacles, spreading compassion,
Blanketing countryside with color before each one dims.
Spreading stories, beautifully creating, countryside hymns,
They fade, slightly ashen, to prepare a winter ration.
Autumn season has the ability, to slow time down.
Allowing hearts, that see, to enjoy everlasting hue,
Dropping their worries, taking away any frown.
What a glorious season, that bids warmth, adieu.
True cascades, bright and cheery as a carnival clown.
Just stop, look around your neighborhood, for this view.
written 08/19/2012
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012
We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love's seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife,
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I'm grateful for the years of love I've known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There's nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter's cold.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
Leaves twirl through the chilly air
Leaving naked tree limbs flailing
Soft sweaters cover me with care
Winds caress with gentle breezing
Crackling and popping beneath my feet
When I walk across the dirt pathway
Colorful leaves even cover the street
Creating oak, poplar and birch bouquet
Squirrels carry nuts into their haunts
While birds begin to fly toward the south
Melancholy feelings start to taunt
Bringing suspicions of winter's mouth
Autumn is a season of colorful charms
When harvest begins at all the farms
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Written on July 24, 2014
Copyright © Regina Riddle | Year Posted 2014
On dark and dreary nights lonely trodden
One does longing wait the winterless morn
Stood in a green meadow glade unsodden -
Strobes of light tripping the riverbed spawn;
And smell errant rains in its scented bath
Or perfumed scatterings in pollen's net -
That magical Eden, that mortal path
When the sights and sounds of new life beget.
Rise gathering mist of the waterfowl,
And behold the colour and élan of spring!
The Morepork on nocturnal midnight prowl
That casts its eye and spreads its speckled wing.
So blow again a warm and gentle breeze
On greensward and dryads in the gnarled trees.
A Morepork is a native New Zealand owl.
September 1996
seasons is the relationship.
changes a lot.
SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
LIGHTING occurs when.,
i miss my LOVED ONE.
RAIN occurs when.,
i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
that's the life,
which i spend with my DEAR ONE.
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A Proposal for Limiting Speculation on Derivatives: An FDA for Financial Innovation
Eric A. Posner
University of Chicago - Law School
E. Glen Weyl
Microsoft Research; Yale University
January 29, 2012
American Economic Review, Forthcoming
University of Chicago Institute for Law & Economics Olin Research Paper No. 594
The financial crisis of 2008 was caused in part by speculative investment in sophisticated derivatives. In enacting the Dodd-Frank Act, Congress sought to address the problem of speculative investment, but merely transferred that authority to various agencies, which have not yet found a solution. Most discussions center on enhanced disclosure and the use of exchanges and clearinghouses. However, we argue that disclosure rules do not address the real problem, which is that financial firms invest enormous resources to develop financial products that facilitate gambling and regulatory arbitrage, both of which are socially wasteful activities. We propose that when investors invent new financial products, they be forbidden to market them until they receive approval from a government agency designed along the lines of the FDA, which screens pharmaceutical innovations. The agency would approve financial products if and only if they satisfy a test for social utility. The test centers around a simple market analysis: is the product likely to be used more often for hedging or speculation? Other factors may be addressed if the answer is ambiguous. This approach would revive and make quantitatively precise the common-law insurable interest doctrine, which helped control financial speculation before deregulation in the 1990s.
Number of Pages in PDF File: 21
Keywords: speculation, insurance, pre-approval regulation, financial regulation
JEL Classification: D63, G28, K22
Date posted: January 30, 2012 ; Last revised: July 30, 2013
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Courtyard by Marriott Norwich
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- Shuttle bus service
- Restaurant
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
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- Room service
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