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Additional tolls on Dublin's M50 and on other routes around the country would cause extensive traffic congestion on alternative routes, according to the AA. An AA survey of over 13,000 Irish motorists shows that 60.9% of drivers would change their route to avoid a new toll if one were applied. The results...Read more →
Following on from a National Road Authority report submitted to the previous government last October which recommended eight new toll locations on Irish Motorways as well as an extension of tolling points on the M50, it has been reported that the NRA has now hired a team of consultants to devise...Read more →
The AA hates tolls and we have never been fans of the barrier-free toll on the M50. It costs a fortune to run and we would all have been better off if they had left it toll free. Even so, there is no excuse for this madness – drivers tailgating right behind trucks to avoid paying a €3 toll. This...Read more →
The Irish Independent is reporting this morning (http://tinyurl.com/32dnzuo) that the Government is contemplating more tolls on our road network, at multiple locations, and adding extra tolls along the length of the M50. What do you think? Email me and let me know: email@example.com. ConorRead more →
The AA has described the proposal to apply toll charges to the non-motorway N-Road network as absurd and has called on the government to rule it out immediately. The proposal is included in the measures put forward by the Local Government Efficiency Review Group report published by the Minister for Environment,...Read more →
VAT at 21 per cent is to be applied to State-owned tolls at the West-Link Toll Bridge on the M50 and the Dublin Port Tunnel with effect from next Thursday 1st of July. This is because of the Revenue Commissioners decision that toll charges levied by the State must include VAT. Privately operated toll...Read more →


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Univision Featured How Dogs Help Kids Read and Succeed!
I'm thrilled that Univsion came to Rio Vista Elementary School yesterday (Nov. 10th) to feature my program on the news. A huge thank you to two of the parents, Aurora and Catherine, who came out to speak about their experience with the program, as well as to teacher Teresa Jacobson and her 2nd grade class for hosting us! And the best part? Univision is coming back again next week to cover the story of our "Doggone Awesome Reading Celebration and Adoption Ceremony" on Nov. 18th where 120 children will get to adopt and take their little stuffed dogs home to become part of their forever families. A huge thank you to Jonathan, the reporter, for coming out and for demonstrating such genuine care for children's education.

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Friday, August 19, 2005
Ripping of MP3s
What about fair use? In the United States, a consumer may use a legally purchased medium (book, music, video) as he sees fit, e.g. exporting to a different format from the original. It turns out that there's no such thing in Singapore, in spite of our free trade agreement with the United States.
So what's an iPodder, like me, to do? Well, I think I've spotted a loophole in IPOS' rule. What is it?
Ha, you really expect me to tell you? In a public forum?
Technorati tags: copyright, fair use, MP3, music, rip
5 comments:
- paddychicken said...
Hey is this online anywhere and do you have a link to it? I'd like to see it for myself but it's not on the IPOS site.
- August 21, 2005 1:06 am
- Sivasothi said...
Hmmm..best I could find on IPOS site was this:
"It could be an infringement for commercial advantage if a person copies and recompiles music CDs as a service or reproduces music compilation for sale as a business."
See: http://www.newiplaws.org.sg/index_chapter.htm
- August 21, 2005 1:28 am
- Chin said...
Hey I ripped mine into aac and not mp3. Does it count?
- August 21, 2005 3:50 pm
- Yuhui said...
paddychicken: It's in the newspapers, I also couldn't find it on the website, maybe it'll be updated soon.
sivasothi: Thanks for the link!
chin: If I knew the answer to that, I'd be working in IPOS, haha.
- August 21, 2005 4:53 pm
- Indi said...
i never agree with the term Rip because when you make an MP3 from a WAV file in a CD the file sizes become compressed.
Ripping sounds very different from compressing.
- August 29, 2005 1:12 pm


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What I knew in French before i started the class
- Bonjour- Good morning/ good evening
- Omelette au fromage- Omelette with cheese
Words I know now
- Comment tu tatapell?- What is your name?
- Je mappelle- My name is..
- Comment cava?- how are you?
- Cava- good
- Cava trie bein- very well
- Bonne nuit- Good night
- Thank you- Je vous remercie
- Please- sue vou plate
- And so much more
What we use to help with learning French
- In French we use an app called memrise that teaches us new words and phrases, It has various different forms of learning, there is also a speed review to help you remember things you've already learned. Memrise has helped me learn a lot probably just as much as Mr.Milman
Links to some videos we have watched
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6ZmMjMdrqs&list=PLTTS4nrvSpIyyOYx4BlXqJLrPwyZPvqiq&index=1
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyU-mSUOnSs
- We have also watched Celestine and Ernest, and The Nightmare before Christmas in french
The usual day in french
- Most days in french we do little activities to help us improve in our speaking skills. Mr.Milman explains what we are going to do, gives us the assignment then the rest of the time he helps us with the assignment and how to correctly pronounce it.
Some assignments we have done
- We have done tongue twisters
- Body part posters
- Celestine & Ernest worksheet
- Personal description bingo
- Quizlets
- A group video
Created with images by EdiNugraha - "the eiffel tower french eiffel"


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Our friends over at Carhartt deliver with the "Brand Book Vol 2" an even deeper insight into their Brand than the first Issue. It features a wide range of the Fall/Winter 09 collection, the current and always nice Carhartt advertising campaign they did in collaboration with Illustrator Marco Klefish, lots of image material, gadgets and collaborations such as the Carhartt x Vestax Handy Trax USB Turntable.
Volume 2 also describes the historic background of the Carhartt Heritage Line, features interviews with Photographer Matthias Willi who did the "friends" shooting for us, with DJ Benji B about his new Radio project, and Andrea Caputo, the editor of "All City Writers", a book giving an exclusive view on the development of the graffiti scene since its very beginning until today.
Additionally the Brand Book Volume 2 includes reports from our Skate- and BMX Team like past tours and new Team Riders, all in all an exclusive mix about what's going on within the Carhartt network. Check the preview here, nice one!


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Today's post format is slightly different than the usual.
We need to feature Stefano Bellucci Sessa's sketchnote in its glorious entirety.
Stefano wrote:
I made this sketchnote from a London Meetup about User Research and Insight. It's my first time, so I hope I submitting the right link.
Stefano :)
You can see a larger version of the sketchnote on Stefano's post on Medium.
Yes, Stefano, the link is correct.
I love the use of containers and the light color to make key points stand out, very impressive
Well done Stefano!


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The Food & Drinks
In addition to holding title to Joplin's only Independent Movie Theater, we're also proud to present a full bar and wide range of delicious foods that can be carried into the theater or enjoyed in the pub. We discourage interrupting a film for the sake of refreshments, so we ensure we're available to get these things for you with plenty of lead time before a picture is scheduled to begin.
We have decades of personal experience with a vegan diet and we have family history of gluten and corn allergies. Our kitchen staff is experienced and serve-safe certified and happy to accomodate food sensitivities. As everything we present is made to order and nothing ever has to thaw in house, we can work with your needs creatively. Please feel comfortable asking any questions you have.
If you procure an alcoholic beverage, please ensure that you keep good track of your drink throughout your visit.
Smoking & Vaping
We are huge advocates of vaping; however, it can interfere with a meal and it definitely interferes with projection. For this reason, we're asking that smoking and vaping be done outdoors.
Featured Artist
We are lucky to have quite a number of unique artists of skill in the Joplin area. It is a pleasure to have space available for them to display their pieces throughout the building. We prefer to cycle artists through the pub every six weeks or so to provide ample opportunity for others to get their work in. Bookhouse Cinema isn't interested in taking fees for the transfer of art, but we will be glad ot help artists connect with the community just through exhibiting or facilitating a sale.
The Neighborhood
We are on Langston Hughes Broadway & Historic Route 66 in Joplin, MO. Our little parcel of land is in the Joplin City section of town that preceeded the Joplin we have today. Currently, Easttown is undergoing a historical preservation survey that is slated to last for the next couple of years. This will help residents keep control of their properties and will help signify important places and events in history. Additionally, it is an effort to gather information about the history of both early Joplin and also the transformations the area has undergone as experienced by people living today. Easttown, where you can find us, has a very powerful history and today it is so full of life. Consequently, Easttown enfolds so much wisdom and courage and we are incredibly lucky and proud to be here. We encourage our patrons to learn something new about Easttown between their visits to our Cinema and to explore the other businesses along this stretch of road.
Our Story
Since about October 25th of 2017, we have been working from scratch to cobble together our vision of a Cinema and Pub. We have done a lot of work and relied on a lot of fantastic people to meet industry, city, county, and state requirements for this kind of business. As I write this, I am positively looking forward to refocusing on the ongoing development of our programs, food, drinks, and screenings.
We currently have plans for developing events involving books, filmmakers, and courses for the kids. Our goals right now include solidifying those items as well as getting the patio viable before summer ends. Over time, we're going to make announcements here and on facebook and instagram about any changes or additions we make.
We are enthusastic to have hosted the first round of meetings on this year's historical preservation grant awarded to the East Town neighborhood and we look forward to playing whatever role we are needed for. The team responsible for the survey have reported a greater turnout and more community engagement at the East Town meetings than in any of their previous surveys. Our property, as well as much of the north side of Broadway, has been included in the recommendations for the Historic Register. The next round of surveys will cover the south side of Broadway. The entire north side of Broadway has been recommended to be considered a Historic District.
We have enjoyed tons of collaborations with local artists and filmmakers, Spiva Center for the Arts, Ozark's Public Television, The Harrison and June Kash International Film Festival, Renewed Mental Health, The City of Joplin, Joplin Branch NAACP, East Town Dream's District, Empire Market, Downtown Joplin Alliance, Various MSSU Clubs and organizations, One Joplin, Paranormal Science Lab, Joplin Board Games Meetup, Joplin Chamber of Commerce, Small Town Initiative, RKO Floor Show, and so many others.


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The situation for cannabis enthusiasts in Ontario is getting more drastic by the day, as smoking laws seem to be turning on the users themselves. Landlords in Ontario are now pushing for a right to ban smoking cannabis on their property, despite existing tenant agreements and laws.
Legalization of recreational cannabis in Canada brought on many challenges, and one of those challenges for people of Ontario this summer will be the fight against their own landlords for the right to smoke in the homes they rent.
Landlords all across Ontario are now demanding their right to be able to immediately ban the use of cannabis in rental properties before it gets legalized this summer.
The main argument of the landlords is that they should be allowed to change tenants' existing leases in order to stop them from consuming cannabis in the units they rent.
John Dickie, president of the Canadian Federation of Apartment Associations, said that in some cases until an existing lease runs out, landlords would be unable to regulate marijuana use in their properties.
"The province is not going to allow marijuana to be smoked in public areas, so where the heck are people going to smoke marijuana? Well, they're going to do it in their apartments," he said. "The problem is, just like when they smoke tobacco, the smell goes to neighboring apartments. Buildings are not hermetically sealed."
However, the issue here is that the provincial laws don't allow landlords to change the current arrangement between them and the tenants, because that would be illegal.
With the restrictions on smoking cannabis in public already being "too damn high" for the Ontario province, advocates argue that there won't be many places smokers can roll up on.
The government of Ontario decided that smoking recreational cannabis will only be allowed in private residences while smoking medical cannabis is allowed in all allowed spots, similar to smoking cigarettes.
OK so, if this goes through, and landlords are actually allowed to ban smoking cannabis even before smoking cannabis gets legalized, where in the world are people supposed to smoke cannabis if they live in a rental home or apartment?
Well, pretty much nowhere. You can go to your parents' house and get high in the basement, but that's what we've been trying to get away from with the legalization.
You can't go to the park, you can't go to the beach, you can't smoke in your rented apartment, and you also can't smoke in front of the building because that is public ground.
Now, let's try and see the bigger picture here from both sides.
Landlord's side
The biggest argument of the landlord side of the story is that smoking cannabis can cause massive damage to the interior of the units.
They claim that it's not the stigma of smoking cannabis that is forcing them to push for their right to change existing arrangements, but the fact that it can cost up to $6,000 to get the smell of marijuana smoke out of apartment walls and floors.
Let's make a quick pause here — $6000 is a lot, probably a year's worth of rent to many landlords. And I agree, I wouldn't want to spend that kind of money every time I have a new tenant.
But, who in the world smokes so much that the smell gets stuck on the walls? I mean, come on Ontario, you've got a Snoop Dogg in every fifth apartment blazing more than a chimney?
Seriously though, nobody that I've ever met in my life has smoked so much that the whole house/apartment smelled like weed after they left. Except for my college friends.
I can see a point there, apartments are often places where parties happen, and a lot of people smoke in these parties, so the smell of weed could stick to walls, but that is why you have anti-party laws for apartment building residents.
However, the law is the law, and it explicitly says that landlords will not be allowed to change the terms of the agreement with their current tenants until the lease is terminated or has ended.
Tenant's side
On the flip side, allowing landlords to ban cannabis smoking before the legalization, in residences they already rented to pot smokers will cause 5 potentially huge problems:
- Many tenants will face the "stop smoking or get out" ultimatum
- Pot smokers will have little to no "pot smoking zones"
- A potential market bubble for weed-friendly apartments
- Huge outrage in the pot community which won't sit well with the provincial government
- A drop in demand for cannabis since it can't be smoked nearly anywhere
The ultimatum
This will be the biggest issue for pot smokers in Ontario if the landlords get it their way.
Some people will probably agree to the new terms and keep chiefing away. Those that get caught will most likely get immediately evicted.
Those that don't agree to the terms will also get evicted because, well, it is an ultimatum.
Those that do agree to the terms and fully respect them will be left with little to no places to get their buzz on.
This will subsequently lead to several other problems, such as the public outrage against landlords and the provincial government.
Just ban smoking cannabis everywhere…
The lack of zone in which smoking cannabis will be legal once recreational cannabis gets legalized will be so obvious that people will wander around staring into their iPhones maps, looking for a smoking zone, similarly to how they sought after Pokemon a few months ago.
The recent push for cannabis lounges in Ontario has made pot smokers hopeful that one day they might have a Red District of their own similar to Amsterdam.
However, that is still far from certain and the public is yet to voice their opinion via this online survey.
Another housing market bubble?
OK, this bubble won't be as bad as the previous one, but there could be a serious shortage of weed-friendly residences, which would push the prices of these apartments to skyrocket.
Just imagine yourself living in a normal one-bedroom apartment in Toronto which you pay $1000-2000, and suddenly, you get evicted after you didn't to the ultimatum.
Many other pot smokers in Toronto suffer the same fate as you did, and now there are 15,000 men and women around town looking for a weed-friendly apartment.
What do you think that would do to the prices of weed-friendly residences?
They could triple or quadruple, and next thing you know you are working two jobs, paying 5k for a weed-friendly place in which you don't even have time to smoke in.
Next: people take the streets
So, now you have thousands of people that are mad at their landlords, mad at their government for allowing this to happen, and still have no place to get high?
Damn. That would rile me up.
I am pretty sure that people would be completely outraged by the fact that they now have to pay 3x their previous rent just to be able to smoke in their own home.
This would turn very ugly, very quick and we could see people taking the streets with protests and peaceful walks since this is Canada after all. That's as far as outrage goes here.
No smoking = no demand for weed
This one is just a natural track of events following the previous four, and pretty self-explanatory.
If consumers are allowed to smoke exclusively in private residences, of which they probably have little to none, there won't be much smoking happening at all.
Why would you go to a dispensary and buy some weed if you can't even smoke it anywhere? I mean sure, you can bake it and make weed-infused edibles, but that will also leave a smell.
The demand might drop to very low levels, and we actually might have an excess supply.
The only good thing that might come out of all this is that the price of weed might drop.
However, that's a far reach as Ontario's government has already said their dispensaries will have a set price for cannabis which should compete with the black market.


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one of the coolest quotes that ended with much history still being made was a quote by Ferruccio Lamborghini. Ferruccio was the man behind the legendary cars made in Italy.
Ferruccio Lamborghini stated:
"'You know how to drive a tractor, but you'll never learn to drive a Ferrari' - If Enzo Ferrari hadn't made that crack - one day early in the 1960's when I was complaining for the nth time about the insoluble clutch problems I was havingwith his car, I might never have built my Lamborghinis." - Ferruccio Lamborghini
Lamborghini's first car to roll off the production line was the 1963 V-12 350 GTV. He was 47 at the time. In 1993 he died at the age of 76.


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Naomi Funabashi
I want to preface this by saying that scorpions have never really killed anyone. At least, not in Arizona. Not since the forties. And even then, there were probably other complications. I mean, I don't know the specifics. I don't even know if it was a man or a woman. But it's easy to imagine. Sick, dehydrated. Probably got stung while out hiking. Inexperienced traveler, and all that. The kind that thinks you can climb South Mountain, no sweat, with no training and a small bottle of water. My dad used to call them "hippie climbers," the ones who say your body is the source of all energy and a man can climb Olympus as soon as a tree in his own backyard.
My sister latches on to this last reference. "Exactly," she says. "Hippie climbers. How do you know we're not turning into hippie climbers?"
Because, I say. These scorpions are in your own backyard. I'm a little thrown by her hesitation. We grew up with scorpions. June and July are Scorpion High Season but we're trained to react any time of the year, really, turn on a dime when we see the tail tucked up like a dog's and the two wide pincers and the small pinpoint black eyes and the yellow-brown splay of its eight legs (scorpions are arachnids, I have to tell people out East. Not insects. Also, not lizards. I've gotten that before. It's the tail.). I haven't lived in Arizona for years now but I haven't lost the instinct; a well-shaped piece of lint or a curl of rubber on the floor of the garage starts me up every time. But not because scorpions are particularly dangerous. I honestly can't imagine anyone dying by scorpion unless they swallowed the thing and it stung the shit out of their stomach or something. Or maybe if it were a baby. And there were other factors. Lung trouble.
My point is, they aren't killers and my sister should know that. We just vacuum the suckers up. I've used overturned glass jars, slippers, books, a chair, a hammer, pretty much anything to smash scorpions, or to trap them until I can get back with something that will. She's done the same. It isn't anything to holler about, because scorpions come with the territory. We grew up with them the way most people grow up with Velcro or Lunchables. And we rarely miss.
There isn't anything a hospital can really do for scorpion stings, but I say this as a comforting thing. I mean that most people do just fine without any help at all. A nurse will tell you to drink some fluids and maybe, if you're elderly, put you on watch, but otherwise they turn you loose right away. Most of the sharper pain that comes with the sting goes away after twenty-four hours. The muscle spasms and tremors stop after about ten, and are more annoying than they are anything else. The rest is an achy soreness that rides itself out in a few days. I've heard some people say there are experimental antidotes now, that they've administered them in extreme cases. Wimps.
My sister lives right up against a mountain range. The desert practically spills into her backyard. She's had snakes, javelinas, raccoons, the works. It's what happens when your lawn makes up a majority of the greenery within a ten-mile radius. Most folks might be surprised to find that scorpions are the real trouble. You can keep the rest out with a good fence and wire. She's getting three, four scorpions a week in the house now. Like I said. High season.
We aren't that close, to tell the truth. She called me up a few months ago, something about she heard it was a hard winter. It was March, and we were coming out of it, so it'd been a little odd. She said what did I use, antifreeze? Did the street plows make it to my neighborhood? I said my fireplace had crapped out but we'd made it through okay. It was the first time we'd talked in a year. Then she called in April, said that we both knew summer wasn't the best time but did I want to come home. She called again the week after, said I could come anytime, really, she and Todd didn't have any plans. I took the hint. What the hell. We're family.
I can't remember the last time I've been back. The airport's changed a lot. They've gotten rid of the old carpet with the pixelated phoenixes and put in a nice tiled vinyl floor. New murals, too, with accents in hard red and blue glass and the typical desert fanfare, pastel sunscapes, that kind of thing. Still, the first thing I notice is the way the air hits you, stepping onto the jetway. It even smells hot, suffocating in that way that you start to feel under your armpits, anywhere where skin touches skin, really. Dry enough that you can look out at any yellow, brittle excuse for a lawn and feel the life withering. Every building, every street, every sign becomes a reflector for the sun, another surface of heat and light. Can't say I miss it.
The people look washed out, too, even my sister. Her hair and eyes are dull and she's skinny, not in a good way. She's always been the skinny one but this, this isn't a good look for her. I wonder if it was high school when we started being less. When she and her killer legs and her sheer enthusiasm had gotten her any boy she wanted. I had been tall, but that was all, just tall, and occasionally athletic. It hadn't felt so long ago, but seeing her here now it suddenly does.
She pulls me into a hug and plants a weak kiss on my cheek. I hold her tight, then tighter. She likes hugs, I remember that.
"Todd couldn't make it," she says. "Something came up at work. As usual."
"As usual?"
"You can catch up at dinner."
"No problem," I say.
"Luggage?" she says. We make our way down the escalators to the baggage claim. She isn't talkative. I can't remember if that's a new thing.
"So what's new?"
She shrugs. "Everything's pretty much the same." She shoots me a quick look. "I missed you."
"Love you, too," I say.
She smiles a little at that. "How long since the last time you were here?"
"I've been trying to figure that out too. Four years, maybe?"
"Longer than that," she says. "It was before Todd switched jobs."
I don't know what to say to that because I honestly have no idea. I spot my suitcase and haul it off the carousel, and then we head to the parking lot. The air hits me again when the doors slide open. God, it's hot. "It's getting to be bad out," Jess says apologetically.
"I remember," I say, even though I don't feel like I do. I don't remember having to cope. It just was the way things were. A hundred and fifteen degrees out, and rising. No big. Keep the AC cranked up. Park in the shade. It suddenly hits me that I've never invited her East. Not recently. "You should come visit," I say. "Escape the heat."
She just nods. I wonder if I've offended her somehow. Like she thinks I only offered because she did first. She did choose to stay, after all, all those years ago. Arizona's always been her home. But seriously. It doesn't mean she can't travel.
"Next summer," I say. "June. July. When it feels like this."
"That'd be nice. I'll ask Todd."
Her car is tan, and a Toyota. She's so predictable.
"I'll help you make dinner," I say.
"Now?" she checks her watch. "It's four."
I shrug. "Then we'll make a big dinner."
"There are only three of us," she says, but it's half-hearted.
"Jess," I say. "We should celebrate. It's been four years."
"Longer," she says.
She's a little livelier in the kitchen, which is a relief. Jess got more than just the looks in our family. She got most of the skills. Cooking included.
"Do you remember," she says, "when you made Mom scrambled eggs in bed for the first time? And you didn't know how they got scrambled, even though it was the easiest thing ever, so you fried an egg normal and then ripped it up into little pieces?"
I do. Mom had been recovering from strep. She'd laughed so hard she'd practically hacked up a lung. She said it was like me, to think of a difficult solution to any problem, no matter how easy.
Jessica goes into the pantry, then pauses. "Kate, will you get the vacuum? It's in the closet by the stairs."
I feel that familiar twinge of adrenaline. Just enough to get your heart to pick up the pace a little. When I return with the vacuum I peer over her shoulder (I am still tall) at the bent legs and the fat, yellow body. It moves suddenly, runs along the baseboard with the tail straightened behind it. The vacuum slurps it up.
There was a time when we'd used a modified vacuum, specially designed for this express purpose. It was called the Bug Sucker, and it had a clear, hollow, triangular foot you could use to trap whatever bug you wanted before you switched the suction on. Inside was a tiny mesh cartridge with a one-way door. Once we were good at the trapping and sucking on our own, though, we swapped the Bug Sucker out for a regular vacuum. You didn't have to change the cartridges as often.
"We don't get those on the East Coast, you know." "Still gets you going, huh?"
"'Course. Doesn't matter how long it's been."
Jess puts away the vacuum. "They're getting worse." "It's July."
"Still. I think there's an infestation or something."
The door opens and Todd comes in, throwing his keys into a crystal bowl by the door. I sent them that bowl for their wedding.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey," Jess says. "You're home early."
"Meeting got cancelled. Hey, Kate. Sorry I couldn't come meet you." He comes over and gives me a hug. He smells faintly of cigarettes.
"We're having a big dinner," Jess says, putting her hands in a mixing bowl. She kneads, hard.
"Great. I'm gonna get washed up, and then I'll help."
"No, don't worry about it. I can manage."
"It's fine."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
Jess watches him go, her hands still in the bowl. She rests her wrists on the edge, her fingers in the dough.
"You didn't tell me Todd smokes now," I say, to fill the silence. "Doesn't that drive you crazy?"
"He doesn't smoke," she says, but her brow furrows and she looks faded. Like the art projects we used to make in elementary school out of construction paper. Our teacher would hang them in the window, and in a couple of weeks you could flip them over and see the color the paper used to be. Those windows were tinted, too.
Todd yells from the next room and we both jump.
"Coming," Jess sighs. She wipes her hands on a towel and heads for the closet.
"You gotta do something about them, Jess," I say, following. "Call the Terminator." Our little joke, when we were kids.
"You mean the exterminator." Jess doesn't remember. "Todd doesn't want to spend the money. It's not a big deal, it happens all the time."
"You said yourself there might be an infestation. And as for the money—" I shrug. "Do it yourself. I'll help you."
"With what?" she's exasperated now. "We're thinking about getting a puppy. I don't want poison all over the yard."
"Jess!" Todd yells, and Jess moves a little faster.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Too late." He comes out into the hallway, his tie undone. "I lost it somewhere under the bed. Christ, Jess."
"Todd's from Chicago, you know," Jess says. "I don't think he's used to it yet."
"Can't you call someone?" Todd yanks on one end of the tie and it slips out of the collar in a whiz of silk.
"What about the dog?"
"The puppy."
They stare at each other a moment.
"Yeah," Todd mumbles. "The puppy. Right." He turns back into his room and closes the door.
Jess lets out a breath, then nudges me gently into the kitchen.
"Todd's been a little stressed lately," she says.
"I get it," I say. She starts to knead again, and I pull up a stool at the island, facing her. It's silent, except for the smack-smack of the dough against the sides of the bowl and the distant hiss of the shower. Her hands press, press, the tendons standing out, knuckles rising and sinking under her tan skin.
Todd was the reason Jess stayed, and part of the reason I left. Our mom used to worry because I had never been in a relationship longer than a handful of months. "Love will settle her," she kept saying to our dad. Todd was everything I was afraid of. I'm no rocket scientist or New York exec, but at least I don't live here.
"Jess, let's do it," I say. "The scorpions. It'll give me something to do."
Scorpions, as with most desert life, are nocturnal. No surprise there. We go out back after dinner with a flashlight and a couple of slippers, the wine warm in our bellies. The night is a different rendition of heat. Duller, worn, like a tired argument. I go up to the edge of the dying grass, scan the yard. There's a bed of gravel in the back, butting up against the low brick wall that runs around the house. Along the top of the wall stands a standard metal fence with vertical bars every five or six inches, and Jess has boarded up or run wire tight through the gaps where it meets the brick. I flash the light down the sides of the house, which are lined with stones, turn it towards the edge of the pool, shine it on the grill. We take a few steps towards the barbecue, crouch down on the concrete. We've only been out a few minutes, and already I can feel the sweat pooling in the dips behind my knees.
Jess's hand flashes out with the slipper and smacks down hard on the cement. She's almost pulled back before I hear the soft crack, and my light refocuses on the juicy cud, tail twitching, a couple of the legs waving slowly. The tail keeps going even after the rest of the body stops. That's the thing with the tail. When I was in middle school my friend's mom smashed a scorpion with a textbook, and got most of the body, though she missed the stinger. When she lifted the book off, the tail got her in the wrist. She had a numb arm for a week.
I nudge it with my slipper and it flips over, leaving a dark smear. "Nice work, Jess. Got it in one."
"I wish they weren't so hard to find," Jess says, peering around her feet. "They're never around when you want them. Watch your ankles."
"I know."
"Babies, too. They're everywhere."
"I know."
The babies look exactly like adults, only in miniature, and are a lot lighter in color. Some are even orange, the color and translucency of an overripe cantaloupe. They ride in a cluster on the mother's back, sometimes stacked three deep, and they're always falling off. Usually you find one, you watch out for more.
I shift uncomfortably on the balls of my feet.
"So you're thinking of getting a dog, huh?"
"Maybe. Why are you so surprised?"
I shrug. "You didn't like our dog all that much, when we had one."
"It wasn't that I didn't like him," Jess laughs. "It's that he was always messing up our fun."
There had been a lot of fun. We looked forward to every spring, however brief, when our mom trimmed the garden. We had huge rose bushes, though most of the flowers died, of course, even as early as April. But when the heavy heads of petals were still soft and full, we stole the pruned branches and cut off the thorns, then shaved the green skin off with a knife. Then we sparred with what was left. Our dog, Bungee, tended to gnaw on the weapons a little, especially when we left them out in the sun. For curing.
Before that, we had played with Legos. We each had our own house. Her people were the Maytrees. Mine were the Momdads. I could still name the people. The engineering twins, Eugene and Genette. The ambitious pianist, Eliza, and the Jedi wannabe, Obi-Now. There was the failed robotic experiment and exercise in artificial intelligence, Bozo, and the runt of the family, Wimpy. He'd met his end in an appropriately stupid manner when Jess had taken Wimpy and Obi-Now outside in their van. I'd discovered Wimpy's shiny yellow head and parts of the van in one of Bungee's deposits on the lawn the next day. Obi-Now had never been found.
She knows what I'm thinking and gives me a shit-eating grin that I remember from high school. It's true, what people say about being happy. For that one second, she looks younger.
I find another scorpion on the side of the barbecue and strike at it with the flip-flop. I miss and it falls to the concrete, stunned until I hit again. This time, I feel the sweet press of it under the sole before my hand rises and comes down one more time for good measure. The hand of God, striking it down.
It goes on like this for a few more nights, though we only find a couple each time. Jess looses the bloodlust another night in, and I feel like some kind of soldier general at breakfast trying to get her to agree to one more sweep. Todd is oddly silent on the issue, and though Jess doesn't say anything I can tell she thinks he isn't taking our actions seriously. I don't blame him. At two or three a night we're hardly wiping out a nest, and we're still finding ones in the house.
Jess glances at Todd when he comes out for breakfast. His suit is pressed, and his shoes have been buffed. He wants my opinion on the tie he's chosen.
"You look sharp," Jess says, then adds, "For someone boarding a plane."
"Well, it's San Francisco, they have standards there." He whistles while he pours himself a cup of coffee and scoops Jess's famous scrambled eggs onto a plate.
"I don't see what the point is if you're just going to change."
"I'm going straight to the conference."
"Todd has had a lot of out-of-town conferences recently," Jess says to me, but her eyes are fixed on Todd. "I hope they realize it. How hard you're working."
"Well," he says, "Maybe I'll get promoted."
He shovels the eggs down and goes to retrieve his briefcase.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?" Jess says.
"No. Thanks," he brushes past her and gives her a quick kiss. "Don't bother. I got a cab. See you, Kate."
It's Jed, one of our mutual friends from high school, who mentions the blacklight trick when we meet to catch up over lunch and mention we're becoming proficient in scorpicide. Jess and I head down to a hardware store right after and ask someone in the front. It's no urban myth, apparently.
I'm surprised you didn't know," the store clerk says, and looks over at Jess. "You've been living here how long?"
Jess manages to look appropriately abashed.
"The scorpions light up like a sick Christmas tree. It'll scare the crap out of you, first couple times you do it. Did me."
"Blacklight? As in, fly traps? And the eighties?" I envision Jess erecting a neon display in the backyard. "Yeah. You can get it in a flashlight. Here, we've got an easy display. Show you what I mean."
He leads us towards the back to a counter, where they've got a couple of scorpions along with a rock and some sand in a glass jar. One rests uncomfortably up against the curved slope of the wall, like it started on the offensive and lost the will to go on. I've never seen the underside of a scorpion before. I feel a little sick looking at the mechanics of the jointed legs, how they plug into the segmented abdomen like piping.
"It's quite the demo," he says, reaching for a flashlight. The bulb flashes on, tinting the shelf and the sand in a familiar, boozy glow. Jess leans in closer, the white accents in her shirt standing out. There's no mistaking it. The scorpions brighten into a low acid green.
"What the hell," I say.
"Wanna give it a try?" he passes the light to me, and I bring it in. Brighter. Greener. One of the scorpions raises its tail hesitatingly.
"Do they all look like this?" Jess asks.
"Well, living here you've got yourself sixty different species, but none of the blue-turning ones. They're black, normally. Emperor scorps. Whole different classification. We don't have them in AZ, you know." He says the letters, ay-zee. People do that here.
At the checkout counter, he bags the light with a few batteries and a heavy-duty localized-only spray. "Don't look into the light," he winks. "Seriously, though, you'll go blind. Good luck, ladies. Happy hunting."
Todd's still away on business, so I accompany Jess to the mall for a movie and whatever else she feels like. I sip a soda slowly while she runs her hands up and down some dress shirts, trying to decide green or blue for Todd. She says he complains a lot about his clothes, these days. That they're all old. She doesn't put in her usual effort and ends up asking the saleslady which men's shirt is the most popular. When they don't have Todd's size, we leave.
There's not much in the way of fun in Arizona. Most outdoor activities you can scratch right off the list. You could go hiking, though you'd need to be up at the crack of dawn for it not to be a suicide mis- sion. You could listen to the world's worst city orchestra if you were one of Arizona's rich. Just imagine a school band gone pro. Halloween, walk a desert trail populated with luminaries. Or luminarias, as the Jo-Ann Etc. crowd call them. And Christmas: lights with the family at the local Mormon temple. Some might be surprised to discover you can ski in Arizona, December through March. That's right. Flagstaff is just a four-hour drive from Phoenix. Though that might be changing, too, with the new highway they're setting up. I guess even Phoenix has to start speeding up, like the rest of us.
People visit, they keep saying there's got to be more. And they're right. There's probably a hole-in- the-wall Peruvian restaurant somewhere next to a laundromat. People would probably get up to more crime here, if the heat didn't sap even the will to live. It's an exciting day if you run into someone with an unusual name, like Bryan or Siobhan.
Arizona's genuine, though, even if it is in a backwoods, cowboyin', rodeo kind of way. I'll give it that much. They name streets and neighborhoods with the same kind of come-from pride that D.C. does. Only, instead of district blocks of presidents, we've got Hohokam. Ahwatukee. The Superstition Free- way. Some people like the idea of driving around in their air-conditioned cars and looking out over the fenced-off Indian reserves, feeling like maybe some of that tradition still applies. They like the atmosphere. Still, names only go so far, and we haven't got enough atmosphere to get a plane off a runway. The scorpion light thing is probably the highlight of Jess's summer.
When we go out that night, though, even I have to admit that the blacklight is more than I expected. Jess switches it on way in the back and outright screams. In the dark the effect is the store demo times ten. Each scorpion—and there are twenty, thirty at least—is like a little scurrying light, brighter than a glo-stick. Bright enough to convince you they're lighting up from the inside. There are whole clusters of them with chalky, neon-green tails and pincers, curling up, scuttling left and right in the purple-washed dark. The sand throws up freckles of purple light, and highlights from the flashlight flare in thin reflections along the metal bars, along the shiny hood of Todd's grill.
"Holy shit."
"I wish Todd could see this," Jess whispers.
One crawls a little closer along the wall towards us and she backs into me, so I take the light from her, raise the shoe in my right hand and crush it. It drops to the stones below, bouncing like a rubber imitation. That starts them all up and it's a sudden free-for-all. There's a part of me that enjoys this, a twisted game of whack-a-mole that gets Jess a cleaner house, but as I lay into a fourth scorpion I realize my hands are clawed. Fighting off Arizona, one scorpion at a time.
Jess is freaking. Really, truly freaking. "Shine it over here! Shine it over here!" she shrieks, and she raises the spray bottle and starts squeezing off rounds into the oleander bushes, where scorpions hang on the low branches and exposed roots like some kind of alien fruit. "Over here, Kate! I can't see!"
I wish we had two flashlights. I wish there were about four more people here smashing away.
"Oh my God. Oh my God," Jess keeps saying, her hands fumbling with the spray. "Kate! Kate!"
I feel the drops on my leg and shriek, "What? What is it?
"It got me! It got me!"
Jess is clutching her ankle.
"You need to lie down!" I shout at her. "Go inside!"
"What the hell!" she screams at the ground. She hobbles around, stomping on the scorpions by her feet. I have to grab her arms, and both of us nearly fall over with the effort.
"Inside, Jess! Stop it!"
"You're not the boss of me!" She lets go, drops the spray, then the slipper. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't mean it." She lets me run an arm under her shoulders and keeps whispering apologies as we stagger across her lawn.
Inside, I lay her down on the floor and run to grab her a glass of water. She's still whispering apologies, only now it's so faint I can't make out the words.
"Shut up," I grit my teeth, and she stops with a surprised look on her face, like she didn't know she was still talking. By the time I kneel next to her with the glass, the sweats have already started, and her leg is doing little tremors. The muscles in her neck twitch.
"It's fast," she says, almost in awe. "Did you know it was this fast?" "You're gonna be fine. Do you want to go to the hospital?" "What for?" she says.
"Nothing. How's your breathing?"
"Fine," she says, calmer now. Her leg jerks up and down. "I'm good."
I get her another glass, lean up against the island while she downs it. When she's done I lay down on the floor next to her, put my ear to her chest.
"I'm still fine." It sounds fuzzy to me, though, and the two of us fall silent, listening to the rasp of her lungs.
"There's an antidote now," she says suddenly. "The FDA approved it. It was in the news last week." "Do you want it?"
"It's for extreme cases."
"Mine's not extreme," she clarifies, like I didn't know.
"Do you want me to call Todd?"
"No. Shut up." Then she says, "Get me a pen."
I get on my knees and feel around the countertop for a Bic. Then I crawl back to her. She sits up and draws an uneven line a few inches above her ankle.
"What time is it?"
I tell her. She writes it next to the line. Then she lies back down, still holding the pen.
Ten minutes later, she asks again. She prods at her leg like it's some kind of meat and draws another line an inch higher. Marking the numbness. The numbers are backwards, facing her.
"Shut up," she says, when I open my mouth to speak. We lie there for another ten minutes, then twenty. Her hands are crossed over her stomach, the pen uncapped in them.
"Todd's not away on business," she says to the ceiling. "He's having an affair. What time is it?"
I tell her. She draws another line.
We end up sleeping on the kitchen floor. I wake up every half hour and check her breathing, but it's relatively smooth. Her leg dances every now and then, but for the most part it lays flat. The lines go half- way up her thigh now, though she lost interest an hour or so in, and the numbness had slowed by then anyway. We try meat tenderizer, the kind with papaya extract it in, and make it into a little paste for the puncture wound, to help break down some of the proteins in the venom. She makes me take pictures, then sniffs at it tenderly.
"My leg smells like a chemical hazard," she says.
She starts to talk about Todd, how over the course of three months he'd been really attentive and then been sullen and reserved and then been irritable and called her suffocating, and how she should've figured it out. How she'd called the office for some reason or another when he was gone once and found out there wasn't any conference in LA. How much the co-worker on the other end of the line had pitied her. How she'd noticed the cigarette thing, too.
Her breathing gets worse, then, and so instead we talk about how the last time we'd fallen asleep together in our house she'd been four and wet my bed and I'd refused to let her sleep there ever again. How when she was older I still hated sharing a bed with her on family vacations, because she kicked in her sleep. How she was always getting into trouble, how in elementary school she'd hacked into the school server once and found the full names of all her classmates and pulled all three names on anyone who messed with her. How they'd had no idea how she knew these things, were even awed, and the principal had to tell her to stop. He'd also asked her to stop trying to catch birds in the parking lot for class pets.
"You were so smart, Jess," I say finally. "And so funny. You were snatching birds. And hacking into computers."
"I told you, it was an accident."
"You middle-named kids. That's kind of manipulative."
"You say that like it's a good thing."
"You were smart. Really smart."
She narrows her eyes at me. "Not everyone wants the same things," she says, but it's half-hearted.
I get it. It's the difficulty of freedom. The taxonomy of living.
"You know, Arizona isn't this awful place you make it out to be," Jess says. "I don't think you hate Arizona. I think you hate us. The people in it. For not thinking big, like you."
"That's ridiculous."
"Look," Jess says. "Some things find you. It doesn't really matter where you are. Look at me and Todd. I was mad at her, at first. I wanted something bad to happen to her, something really bad, and for a while I thought about finding out who she was. But then I realized it wasn't about her. It was Todd. The jackass."
By then she is exhausted and a couple of Advil have dulled the pain enough for her to finally doze off, the sweat drying on her brow. Her eyes spin erratically under the lids. I keep checking her fever, and every time I check I wake her up, until she finally snaps at me to cut it out. We lay there together, drifting in and out. Her leg jerks and she kicks me in my sleep.
In the morning, she makes me take a nap while she showers, her leg mostly under control. I wake up with her bent over me, her hair fresh and her eyes puffy but lucid.
"Before we kill all the scorpions," she says. "Let's catch some."
The ants have carried away most of the dead, though there are a few bodies tossed brokenly in the gravel, like this is some mob dumpsite for scorpion killers. Their bodies have already shriveled in the heat; the stringy gristle left behind is testament to a sun that never ends. I remember learning in the third grade that the sun would give out one day like an old man's back, and thinking at recess while we fought for the shade that my teacher couldn't have meant our sun, the same one that beat down and first made people restless and then filled them up heavy with its exhaustion. Scorpions can survive minutes in a microwave, hours underwater, even months without food. But Arizona always gets the last say. In the end, all anything ever is here is dead, then dried, then dust. Sometimes before the next sun even rises.
Jess stands in the lawn, keeps weight off her right leg. She watches as I flip the discarded sandals over in the dirt with a nudge of my foot, make sure there's nothing living underneath. Same with the spray can, which goes flying. Guess Jess used more than we thought. We spend the rest of the day indoors, organizing old photos while watching television. Jess doesn't even get off the couch for lunch, so I bring her some canned soup heated in a bowl. Todd calls sometime in the afternoon and I turn down the volume on the TV. Jess sounds tired but even. Doesn't mention last night. She rallies a little at the end, asks him how San Francisco is. If the weather's nicer. I hear him say something about low seventies and a jacket at night and she rolls her eyes at me, mouths the word jackass.
"I almost asked him to bring me something back," she says when she hangs up. "But I thought that might be too obvious. God, is television this bad everywhere?"
She's picked out a jar, drilled some holes in the lid with a spare nail, rummaged in a drawer of kitchen serving spoons and salad tossers and cheese graters until she's found a couple of tongs. She sees my face and calls me a wuss. It's not the same, though. Tongs mean prolonged contact. I like the hit and run version better. She gets the light and limps outside and I follow, picking up our old hunting equipment.
There are still about thirty scorpions, two or three clustered around the grill, which we dispatch from the get, the rest scattered along the back wall. Jess pinches with the tongs, picks up the fibrous pulp of the leftovers in the gravel and drops them into the jar. You can see the shriveled tails flopping when she bounces the jar on the palm of her hand, the wrinkled segments worse than raisins.
Even the dried scorpion mush lights up under the blacklight. That and some of the withered oleander flowers that have dropped, though the reflection's dimmer. Doesn't stop us from reacting, though. Anything glowing out here is suspect. Jess gets in the fray, baring her teeth with disgust. The tongs might be a foot long but you can feel the teeth grip the scorpion wriggling at the end from the pressure. Like spearing crawdads. We get maybe fifteen and then she can't take it and screws the lid shut and rolls it away into the grass, scorpions whirling like hell inside. We knock out the rest of them with the slippers and spray, smacking hard to stomp out the feeling that's crawled up inside our throats.
The jar sits in the kitchen next to the toaster for two days. At first she put it in the middle of the island like a jar for change until breakfast, when I refused to eat with her if she didn't move it. Her display has a time limit, though. Turns out, scorpions love eating other scorpions.
Jess doesn't want to talk about confrontation or divorce, or counseling. She just sits with the jar, keeps tapping the glass, trying to figure out how many of the scorpions are still alive. She works from home, but now she brings her laptop and all the papers and spreadsheets out into the kitchen and uses the jar as a paperweight. Every few minutes, her eyes drift over.
She starts to bring it everywhere. Into the bedroom with her at night, when she leaves it on the night- stand by Todd's side of the bed. Into her study, when she has to make work-related calls. She leaves it on the floor by her feet when she watches television in the living room, by the sink when she does the dishes, on top of the ironing board when she folds her clothes. Sometimes, she shines the blacklight on them, which turns the whole thing into a lamp a twelve-year-old boy would probably trade his right arm for. She gets an almost zoned-out look on her face when she studies it, the kind a kid has when he watches a fish tank. Not that the scorpions move much. They get restless when she takes them someplace else, but once she's set them down they settle in, too.
The morning Todd comes home I wake up and the jar is gone. I guess Jess finally realized how morbid it is, keeping them around like that. For one thing, it's like cockfighting, but with scorpions. There was one big one that had been dominating for a few days, enough that she'd named him Champ. He was missing a leg but that didn't stop him. For another thing, the jar is glass, which means that visually, they aren't caged at all. It's hard to relax when you can see them all rolling over one another smushed together a couple feet away.
Jess comes in, hair wet, looking for her keys. "I gotta pick Todd up," she says, digging through her purse. She fishes out her sunglasses and snaps them on. "Can you mail some things for me before I get back? They need to get out before the truck comes to pick them up. You can take Todd's car. The mail- box's still at that place. Across from the gym."
There's a stack of letters on the table by the door: a couple of bills, from the look of it, plus a package in one of those standard USPS boxes. Jess gives me a quick kiss in thanks as she darts past, then I hear the slam of the car door and the rumble of the garage.
After a shower and breakfast, I gather up the mail, tucking the letters into my purse and balancing the package under my arm. The weight inside isn't even; I can feel something rolling around and the shift of sparse, Styrofoam peanuts. I freeze in the doorway and lift the package, press my ear to it.
I can almost hear the sudden scratch and rustle of something moving on glass, panicked, disturbed, the shredded scramble of legs. The soft, juicy thickness of bodies tumbling up against the sides. The sounds of hunger and consumption.


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A judge has the final authority to determine the appropriate punishment at a sentencing hearing, even when there is agreement between the Defence and the Crown (see Criminal Code of Canada s. 606(1.1)(iii)).
Defence counsel can never guarantee that a client will receive a particular sentence.
That being said, a joint submission, where the Crown and the Defence negotiate an agreement to recommend the same sentence in exchange for a guilty plea, will allow a client to significantly reduce the risk of exposure to a greater punishment.
The common law imposes strict limitations on when a judge may order a punishment greater than that jointly submitted by counsel. Stated differently, a joint submission serves to constrain a judge's discretion at a sentencing hearing.
The leading case for a trial judge to consider when perturbed by a joint submission is the recent decision of the Supreme Court of Canada in R. v. Anthony-Cook, [2016] S.C.J. No. 43. When contemplating whether to 'jump' a joint submission and impose a greater punishment, a judge must apply the legal test articulated by the Court at para. 32:
…a trial judge should not depart from a joint submission on sentence unless the proposed sentence would bring the administration of justice into disrepute or is otherwise contrary to the public interest (emphasis added).
The Court directs that this is "an undeniably high threshold" (para. 34) and that trial judges must "approach joint submissions from a position of restraint" (para. 46).
The Court adopts language from two decisions of the Newfoundland Court of Appeal to provide guidance to trial judges when applying the stringent standard:
…a joint submission will bring the administration of justice into disrepute or be contrary to the public interest if, despite the public interest considerations that support imposing it, it is so "markedly out of line with the expectations of reasonable persons aware of the circumstances of the case that they would view it as a break down in the proper functioning of the criminal justice system"… (para. 33) (emphasis added).
And later in that same paragraph, the Court states:
…when assessing a joint submission, trial judges should "avoid rendering a decision that causes an informed and reasonable public to lose confidence in the institution of the courts" (emphasis added).
At para. 34, the Court continues on to say:
… Rejection denotes a submission so unhinged from the circumstances of the offence and the offender that its acceptance would lead reasonable and informed persons, aware of all the relevant circumstances, including the importance of promoting certainty in resolution discussions, to believe that the proper functioning of the justice system had broken down…. (emphasis added).
The Court also notes at para. 47 that "a very lenient, even 'demonstrably unfit' sentence may, in a particular case, serve the greater good".
For a client who acknowledges wrongdoing and desires a high degree of confidence with respect to the ultimate outcome, a joint submission may provide some comfort as it is rare for a judge to impose a greater punishment.
The next post in this series will examine how joint submissions serve the public interest.
Other considerations:
· The need for public education to enhance understanding of the sentencing process is critical for maintaining confidence in the administration of justice.
· The Court in Anthony-Cook defines "joint submissions" as "…when Crown and defence counsel agree to recommend a particular sentence to the judge, in exchange for the accused entering a plea of guilty" (para. 2).
· The Court in Anthony-Cook also indicates that the reasoning of the case applies where the Defence and the Crown are "in full agreement as to the appropriate sentence"(footnote to para. 2) (emphasis added).
· The shorthand name that the Court adopts for the test for rejecting a joint submission in Canada is "the public interest test" (para. 51).


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Scheduling Details
Presentation Date
Fri, September 07, 2:45 pm
Final Time
3:15 pm
Presentation Room
Presentation Format
Short paper (30 minutes)
Presenter Details
Huw Davies (Kanda University of International Studies)
Advising involves co-constructing knowledge with students through reflective dialogue. Advisors need to cultivate a skill set which goes beyond language teaching to include knowledge from many other disciplines. In this presentation, I investigate the background of a professional development (PD) programme at a self-access centre in Japan, its implementation and interview data from new and experienced advisors. I explain the benefits of a mentor system to encourage advisor development. I contend that PD practices should be dialogic and reflective, so choice should be given to advisors to choose topics and activities, although content must not lose sight of student need.
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Grackle Clatter
Watching a movie when an odd, and very loud sound came from outdoors. I went to the back in time to see a plethora of grackles alighting from my metal roof.
Here's a lone grackle that braved the telephone pole, even after the others scattered. I threw in some doves from last week. (No editing)
Posted on December 7, 2014, in Photography & Art, Uncategorized and tagged arizona, birds, doves, grackles, photography. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
I have seen and heard the mighty Grackle on the occasions when in the past I attended Quarter horse shows in Scottsdale. They were indeed more interesting than watching the horses walk around and around.


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Is it okay to use your phone around your kids?/
When parents talk about "screen time," it's often with a sense of guilt. We're either letting our kids have too much screen time or we're not engaging them with quality screen time. That guilt often extends to our own use of screens: we feel guilty because we're spending too much time on our phones and not enough time with our children.
But our guilt seems misplaced when phones have become so essential to daily life. In "Motherhood, Screened Off," Susan Dominus reminds us that phones have replaced many household objects: the address book, the checkbook, the newspaper, and so on. The phone is now "a nearly omnipresent, highly convenient tool, the specific use of which is almost never apparent." It's this nonspecific use, Dominus argues, that is really at issue with phones. She captures what our children see when we look at our phones:
Dominus proposes a simple way to overcome this shame: tell your children what you're doing on your phone. Narrating your use of your phone, Dominus suggests, helps children see the multiple uses of this tool.
Dominus frames her narration strategy as a sort of apology to her children; narrating what you're doing is a way of saying "Sorry kids, I can't play because I have to pay this bill." When narration is seen only as an apology for what we're doing, of course we're going to continue to feel guilty about using our phones. With little kids, though, who aren't bored by concept of bill paying, perhaps we don't need to feel guilty at all. If our children are to understand the various tasks we use our phones to complete, perhaps we should engage them in those tasks. I'm not ready to give my child access to my online banking account, but why not let him read me the numbers in the weather forecast? Or watch the map update while we walk to a coffee shop? Or take photos with the camera?
I am thrilled that my son, who loves to play "phone" with bananas and remote controls, already understands that my phone is not just a device for calling people. When we open Dark Sky, he can use the weather icons to see whether he'll need to pick out shorts or pants (whether he wants to wear either is, of course, always up for debate). When we're in the car he can choose whether we want to listen to music or a podcast. While we're grocery shopping, he can cross items off in Anylist. When we're using Postagram to send a photo card, he can pick the photo. Whether he can perfectly execute each of these tasks is beside the point: by giving him these windows into daily life, I'm making the phone more transparent.
Now if only I could get him to actually talk to his grandparents on the phone...


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Ardo Wins Prestigious Entrepreneur of the Year Award
Ardooie, Belgium-headquartered Ardo has been named Entrepreneur of the Year 2018 (Onderneming van het Jaar) by EY, in collaboration with De Tijd and BNP Paribas Fortis. A special ceremony took place in Brussels on October 16 to honor the company, as CEO Rik Jacob was presented the award by Deputy Prime Ministers Jan Jambon and Alexander De Croo.
Ardo is a major global player in the production of fresh-frozen vegetables, herbs and fruit for retail, foodservice and industrial customers. Its strong growth in recent years generated revenues approximately 1 billion euros with 3,800 person workforce in 2017. The group has an international sales network, with 21 units in nine countries responsible for production, packing and distribution.
EY has organized the "Onderneming van het Jaar" competition since 1995. The award highlights Belgian companies that distinguish themselves through their innovative approach, bold international vision, strategy, healthy financial position, dedicated teamwork, good governance, ambition and determination to continue to grow.
Ardo was recognized as a strong Belgian family business that manages to obtain very impressive results through boldness and talent. The company is also firmly committed to sustainability.
Thanks to a powerful fusion of various branches of the Haspeslagh family, Ardo has achieved considerable synergies and improvements in earnings. The company has thus developed into an undisputed European leader in its field and is set to play an important role globally.
"The retention of the family culture in the business during the significant expansion is admirable and makes Ardo ideally positioned for further growth, with the focus on corporate social responsibility and sustainability," said Michèle Sioen, president of the jury.
Patrick Rottiers, country managing partner of EY Belgium, added: "Profitable growth and innovation go hand in hand. Ardo's innovation strategy consists in innovating products that are authentic, flavorful, natural, attractive, user-friendly, nutritious and healthy, with the focus on sustainability in the growing and production processes, packing and the logistics chain. It has managed to pursue growth while maintaining an entrepreneurial spirit and short lines of communication, inherent in the family culture to which the company remains committed."
Ardo is the 24th name on the impressive list of winners in recent years, along with WDP (2017), Vyncke (2016), DEME (2015), Katoen Natie (2014), Willemen Groep (2013), La Lorraine Bakery Group (2012), Soudal (2011), Taminco (2010), Studio 100 (2009), Cartamundi (2008), Groep H. Essers (2007), Metris (2006), Option (2005), Deceuninck (2004), Miko (2003), Omega Pharma (2002), Resilux (2001), Melexis (2000), Sioen Industries (1999), Compex (1998), Icos Vision Systems (1997), ECA (1996) and Real Software (1995).


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These white drop earrings comprise milky white opalite glass cabochons delicately prong set in vintage style settings with opal white Swarovski Crystals and gold vermeil bead details above. The earrings have gold vermeil earwires (vermeil is gold plated sterling silver) , and the earring drop length (from the highest point of the earwire) is approximately 2.7 cm. The oval drops measure aapproximately 10 x 8mm
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Help for coffee farmers
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
SMALL coffee farmers who have been severely affected by the ongoing decline in the industry will now have access to $60 million, which has been donated by philanthropist and businessman Michael Lee-Chin, and his family.
The money, being made available through the Rural Agricultural Development Authority (RADA), will assist the neediest of the 7,000 registered coffee farmers.
The announcement was made during a media briefing at the New Kingston offices of the Ministry of Industry, Commerce, Agriculture and Fisheries on Monday.
Under the arrangement, farmers will indicate to RADA what their immediate needs are in terms of tools and other supplies that can help to boost their productivity. RADA will then purchase the items required.
Minister of Industry, Commerce, Agriculture and Fisheries Audley Shaw thanked Lee-Chin for the personal contribution, which will go towards the welfare of coffee farmers by helping them to "get back on their feet and help their families".
He said that this short-term intervention is a welcome boost to the industry, which is "at a crossroads", having declined dramatically over the past 25 years.
"We used to produce 700,000 boxes of Blue Mountain coffee. We are targeting 230,000 or 240,000 right now — that's a pretty sharp decline," he said, noting, as well, that 20,000 boxes of High Mountain coffee are now being produced, where it previously yielded 400,000 boxes.
With coffee prices as low as $4,000 per box last year, Shaw lamented that the country's farmers do not have much bargaining power and control over market prices.
"It is most unfortunate that while the demand for coffee consumption globally has either been steady or generally increasing, our coffee industry is going in the opposite direction. Something has to be done about it," he stressed.
The minister noted that even though the industry is now privatised, the Government is still committed to working with stakeholders to ensure the industry is resuscitated.
"Government still has responsibility, in our view, for facilitation and for the aggressive promotion of the coffee industry. It's another one of our unique products; we have to promote it to the hilt," he said.
He said the Administration will ensure the continued integrity of the product; continue to provide technical support, extension services and technology transfer for small farmers; and provide general industry development.
The intervention was initiated by Member of Parliament for East Rural St Andrew Juliet Holness, who said she approached Lee-Chin last week to outline the plight of coffee farmers and to seek his assistance.
"This one-time gift to the farmers means that many are going to be comfortably able to send their children back to school this term, and many will be in a position to be able to access, through RADA, some amount of assistance," she said.
Holness noted that farmers she has interacted with have requested a tractor for them to share between their communities; a truck to transport their coffee to market; as well as pesticides, fungicides and fertiliser.
For his part, Lee-Chin said he is aware that the Government does not have the fiscal space to provide relief, and, therefore, the gift is "a stop-gap solution to the plight faced by our farmers" in an industry that "is in crisis".


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- This walkthrough is for information purposes ONLY, if you decide to dismantle your BB gun you will void any warranty you have with the manufacturer.
- I will not be held accountable for your actions or any damage that is caused by your negligence. Therefore, if YOU decide to dismantle your BB gun and break something during the dismantling or assembling it is your problem not mine.
- If you don't feel confident or comfortable doing any of these steps STOP and do not proceed any further or you may do damage.
Having said all that, this is my first ever instructional so I'm going to try and make this walkthrough as easy as I can for you to understand. You will need the following: Flat tip Screwdriver for the grips, Small Philips Head screwdriver, small punch & needle nose pliers – the last 2 are optional.
Make sure you have a clean work space and lay out every part in the order that you remove it Left to Right, come reassembly time you work Right to Left it makes reassembly so much easier.
Step 1:
Field Strip the slide until it looks like this:
Unscrew these 2 screws, these hold in the "Breech Block" once your unscrewed cup the end of the slide in your hand and let the Breech & Screws fall in your hand – Set these aside.
That's it your Slide should look like this:
It is now ready for paint removal.
Step 2:
Take the Frame and start removing the grips Left hand side first:
Flip the frame over and remove the right hand side grips:
Carefully remove the trigger return spring, it is under tension and it WILL fly across the room – I spent an hour looking for it one day! Also while we are at it, you can remove the cover to the magazine release.
To remove the safety, place your flat tip screwdriver between the frame and the safety and twist ever so gently this will separate the safety and all you need to do now is grab the safety from either side and gently pull & wiggle until it separates.
Once the safety is removed you will see the safety bar, this lifts off.
Step 3:
Lift this little pin out and remove the spring, very carefully push this pin from the other side and remove, be careful because once this happens your hammer assembly is loose and free from the frame.
Slowly and gently remove the hammer assembly:
Note the little shiny piece that sits on the side of the hammer assembly, try very hard not to let this piece fly out, it is a pain to get back in, if it does fly out keep calm and take your time, don't force the little spring in, it seats in behind the shiny metal thing – sorry I don't have a proper name for it.
Also make sure that the spring next to it is in the locked open position, if it snaps back just get the tip of a small screwdriver and slide it to the left until it locks.
The hammer return spring assembly at the back of the grips can be removed and set aside.
Removing the trigger assembly is easier than it looks; you need to remove the takedown lever by rotating it counter clockwise until it stops.
Push it through the frame and rotate it back clockwise to remove it all together.
Remove the screw holding the trigger assembly:
Lift out the trigger assembly; be careful of the slide lock spring it wont Fly out, but it will fall out.
If you want to remove the magazine release, there is a spring that sits at the rear of the trigger guard;
Push the magazine release in part way & with the flat tip screwdriver lifts the up to remove it, once removed the magazine release will simply fall out.
THAT'S IT! We're done, ready for the paint removal. Any paint stripper is fine.
Follow the manufacturer's guidelines for use of their product and thoroughly clean the slide and frame after you have removed the paint.
YOU WILL LOOSE ALL THE SIG Sauer MARKINGS ON THE GUN.
Rub over the slide and frame with #0000 Steel wool or 1200 grit Wet & Dry paper. Clean again and using the paper or steel wool with some ALUMINUM polishing compound like Autosol and some good ol fashioned elbow grease polish the slide and frame until you reach your desired outcome. Clean it all down again and wipe it down with a rag that has had gun oil or my preference "Fluid Film".
Reassemble the gun in the reverse order and viola one shiny SIG Sauer X-Five.


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Just wrote this a few minutes ago. It's been a long time since I've tried to write a legitimate poem, and this'll be the first one to go up on WordPress. Let's see how this one goes.
Inspired by Black and White and Grey by ~MeganCoffey
Hello There
Cast in gray, you haunt my dreams.
Your smile, beguiling —
Sends my wily thoughts scurrying
Back to their cold, dark cages.
They are the beasts that I alone must bare,
For if I do not, our love shall perish.
Yet it has never blossomed, our love,
Has it not?
No. Dare I say it has not,
And with good cause.
The earth beneath our feet
Is much too hard, too bitter
For the sweet sap that nourishes you —
That I cannot provide you.
It is with good cause
That we cannot be,
For there is someone else that loves you
As who you really are,
And not as the woman
Whom the gentle wind whispers to.
You are not the one
Whom Fate has told
To shush me to sleep
Before I even have the chance to say,
"Hello there, beautiful".
(Author's Notes: As I was writing this, I envisioned the speaker of the poem as a man, but reading it again, I think it can be either male or female or animal. To be honest, I don't really care, and neither do the words in the poem. )
Hello There by Kaleiyah-P is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.


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Value Yourself!
It's time for a frank discussion ... do you value your time appropriately? I'm not talking about making the most of your days and doing the things you love - that is for the coaches of this world. I mean in money terms (obviously). When you are pricing your services and products, do you put a proper price on your time, your skills, your knowledge? Chances are you don't as it's human nature to undervalue our own skill sets and their worth.
There are several factors to consider when costing your time and they apply whether you are selling services or products:
You won't be 100% productive - there are lots of tasks you will need to do within the business that aren't directly income related i.e. admin, marketing, emails etc etc. So work out what percentage of your time is income generating as these are the hours you need to price up. As an employee you might have been paid £20k for working a 40 hour week, but if you are only income generating 50% of the time you need to factor that into hourly rate calculations.
All businesses have a base cost that must be paid for every month i.e. insurance, software, phone bill etc. If these cost you £2,500 a year then your £20k actually needs to be £22,500 instead.
Check out the competition! Usually I am a massive advocator for "eyes on your own mat" as watching the competition for too long can destroy you and give a massive dose of imposter syndrome too. But occasionally it can be good to peek and see what they are up to and sense check that you are in line with others in your industry is always useful.
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What do you look for during code walkthroughs, inspections that regular static code analysis tools like FxCop, VS Code Analysis plugins cannot.
The main thing is really design approach. FxCop will cover syntax, and many of the main issues, but it won't tell you if there is a bad approach to a problem. The human developer that is doing the review can offer other ideas of solving the problem. So, I would argue that mandated FxCop is a huge step in the right direction (especially if you can enforce this) - but it doesn't eliminate the need to see if there is a better way to solve a problem. Hope that helps
- Logic errors
- Standards violations
- Design flaws
- etc
One sometimes under-appreciated aspect of code reviews is that the code reviewer becomes intimately familiar with source code he/she didn't write. So even if no changes are made as the result of a code review, there's still value in that two developers are now familiar with the code instead of just one. This benefit is especially realized when the original developer gets hit by a bus (or, more commonly, leaves the company or switches projects).
Here's a pretty simple example of something that pretty much none of the mainstream type systems or static analysis tools will catch but that is immediately obvious to any developer doing a code review:
proc subtract_two_numbers_from_each_other(a: num, b: num): num =
return a + b
[Note: Pseudocode. Language doesn't really matter. Substitute any mainstream programming language you like.]
Code reviews would be useful for implementation fixes at a level not capable for static analysis tools. For example, a valid refactoring is to replace a lot of parameters with a parameter object; another valid refactoring is to replace a parameter object with individual parameters. Which one is correct is a matter of experience, the precise meanings of the parameters, and taste. So, code reviews act as a means for the "flavor" of a team to be universally applied to a code base. These types of fixes are at a level below design but above mechanics.
Another benefit of code reviews is language and library education. C# and the BCL are constantly evolving, and different programmers are aware of different benefits. For example, one programmer doing a code review may suggest the use of
string.IsNullOrWhitespace in a particular situation where another programmer wasn't aware of that new method. This is something that static analysis tools can do, but they lack the personal interaction (and often the learning experience is lost). More complex examples are beyond the reach of current static analysis (e.g., recommending PLINQ instead of parallelizing by hand).
Sadly, I only imagine that these are benefits of code reviews. I've never seen one. :(
Just look at all the code on StackOverflow where the reader response is "this is not the way to do it".
Try running fxcop on those and see if it complains.
What can you catch in a manual code review that static code analysis tools cannot?
Inelegant design.


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Mutant Matter
Materials and making for our supernatural future
Dutch Invertuals x FranklinTill
'After a succesfull show in Milan, Mutant Matter travels to
Dutch Design Week Eindhoven 20-28 October.'
Humankind used to take the materials of nature offered and make them into something new. Now, there's a new stage in the cycle, as nature takes human materials and transforms them once more. The making materials of today become the mined resources of tomorrow. Plastics are written into the fossil record. Industrial waste streams decay into intriguing new substances. We have entered the Anthropocene era – a new geological age where human making has realigned the processes of nature, forever blurring the boundaries between the natural and the man-made.
Experimental design collective Dutch Invertuals are collaborating with FranklinTill on Mutant Matter – an exhibition of radical design concepts and investigations into possibilities of our new material future.
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The good news is you don't need to be an accomplished musician to learn to read guitar tabs. What we're going to do is take a comprehensive look at guitar tabs. They're not as complicated as they might first seem. In fact, they are actually really easy!
If you are unfamiliar, guitar tabs are a way to show a guitar part for a song in a very simple way. Guitar tabs differ from regular musical notation in that only a guitar player can use them and they don't have the ability to show the rhythm or meter of a song. If that doesn't make sense to you, don't worry. We'll talk more about that later.
Guitar tab fundamentals
First, let's take a look at an example of a guitar tab:
e ----------------------------------------------- <-- string #1
b -----1----------------------------------------- <-- string #2
g ------------------------------------------0---- <-- string #3
d ------------------2---------------------------- <-- string #4
a ---------------------------------3------------- <-- string #5
e ----------------------------------------------- <-- string #6
When you look at a guitar tab, you'll notice that their are 6 dashed lines. Each line represents a string on your guitar. The top line, or string #1, represents the bottom, high 'E' string on your guitar. The second line, or string #2, represents the string on your guitar that is second from the bottom, and so on. It may help you to picture the guitar tab as if you were holding a guitar in the playing position and looking down at the strings.
The numbers you see scattered across the guitar tab represent a fret position. You'll notice that there is a '1' on string #2, the 'B' string. This means you put a finger on the 1st fret of the 'B' string. As we move left to right, we come across a '2' on string #4, the 'D' string. This means you put a finger on the 2nd fret of the 'D' string. Making sense? See, it's not too bad. As we move forward, we come to a '3' on string #5, the 'A' string. This means you put a finger on the 3rd fret of the 'A' string.
If you see a '0' (zero) somewhere on a string, that means you let the string ring open. In the above example, we would let string #3 ring out open. If you don't see a zero, that means the string should not ring out.
Guitar tab chords
Guitar tabs can also display chords. Here is an example of an E major chord and a A major chord following it tabbed out:
e -------0--------------------0------------------
b -------0--------------------2------------------
g -------1--------------------2------------------
d -------2--------------------2------------------
a -------2--------------------0------------------
e -------0---------------------------------------
Remember, the zeros mean that you play the string open. Strings that are not marked you do not play.
More guitar tab symbols
Hammer ons, pull offs, bends, and slides can also be notated in guitar tabs.
Hammer ons are represented by an "h." Here is an example of a melodic line with a hammer on thrown in:
e -----------------------------------------------
b ----------------------------------6------------
g ---------5----------5h7------------------------
d -----------------------------------------------
a -----------------------------------------------
e -----------------------------------------------
Pull offs are represented by a "p." Here is an example of a melodic line with a pull off and a hammer on added:
e -----------------------------------------------
b -----------------------------------------------
g --------7p5------------------------------------
d -------------------5-------5h7p5---------------
a -----------------------------------------------
e ----------------------------------------5------
As you see in that last example, sometime hammer ons and pull offs will be combined. Another important thing to know is that hammer ons and pull offs can also be represented by a "^" symbol. So the previous example could be represented like this:
e -----------------------------------------------
b -----------------------------------------------
g --------7^5------------------------------------
d -------------------5-------5^7^5---------------
a -----------------------------------------------
e ----------------------------------------5------
Note bends are represented by a "b." For example, if you see '
12b14' in a guitar tab, that means you play the note on the 12th fret but bend it to the pitch of the 14th fret note. If you see the previous with an additional "r," like '
12b14r12,' then that means you bend the note to the 14th fret but then return the bend back to the 12th fret.
An ascending slide is represented by a "/" symbol, while a descending slide is represented by a "\" symbol. A note bend and slide are demonstrated in the following:
e -----10/12b13r12\10----------------------------
b ----------------------------10/12--------------
g -----------------------------------------------
d -----------------------------------------------
a -----------------------------------------------
e -----------------------------------------------
Hopefully I haven't lost you! The above example is simply telling you to play the note on the 10th fret of the high 'E' string, slide that up to the 12th fret, bend that up to the 13th fret, return the bend back to the 12th fret, and then slide back down to the 10th fret. Then you play the note on the 10th fret of the 'B' string and slide that up to the 12th fret. That's not too bad!
The "downside" of guitar tabs
I mentioned this at the beginning. There is a inarguable "downside" to guitar tabs. In looking at guitar tabs, it is impossible to know the rhythm or timing of the notes on the guitar tab without having first heard the song. The reason I mention this is just so you know that actual written out music can never really take the place of guitar tabs. BUT, I love the simplicity of them, and I think that all guitar players can benefit from knowing how to read gutar tabs!
I think I covered it all! If you have any questions or anything to add, please post a comment!


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With the advancement of VT & FMS, more and more functions/ solutions are made available for various requirements like as follows:
Vehicle Tracking and Recovery – with the ability to cut the engine power and/or fuel, prevent restarting engine and track the location of the vehicle with pinpoint location in graphical map, owner can immediately recover stolen vehicle and share information to police authority. Tracking reports generated by the system may be used as court evidence against the perpetrators.
With an SOS (emergency) button available (optional) car driver can send distress signal/alarm to the proper person, in the loop, and accordingly perform appropriate and needed quick response.
Vehicle (Loan) Financing companies can easily track the location of the loaned vehicle, cut the engine/ fuel and prevent engine restart. With pinpoint accuracy loaned vehicle can be recovered quickly which saves not only great deal amount of time (in manual search) but also real money in paying the persons conducting the search. Multiplied the time and money with the number of vehicles need to be recovered within a day, week or month. This is reduction in expense and increase in company income.
Construction companies with fleet of equipment and machinery will benefit in the use of VT & FMS. Aside from knowing where are the equipment in the different construction sites and yards the system is functional in providing information such as fuel consumption, operation details, various quantity required information which an attached sensor/s can provide to the system for management and accounting.
There are various sensors that can be integrated to specific model and make of GPS which is most appropriate to fulfill company requirements like as follows:
– Cycle Counter/Sensor – Quantifying the number of revolution or cycle of cement mixer (truck).
– Passenger occupancy sensor – will provide data when the passenger seat (front/back) is/are occupied
– Temperature sensor – for use of the perishable goods dealer, chemical transport companies, pharmaceuticals and other low (to freezing) temperature dependent fleet companies.
– Fuel level sensor – get fuel level information and detect fuel drain or theft.
– Seat belt sensor
There are various reports that are very useful in making low to high level decision that directly affects the organizations bottom line. With initial investment plus the cost saving VT & FMS can provide to the organization, the organization's bottom line will consequently improve and achieve ROI quickly. Some of the reports available in various formats are:
– Trip report detail
– Idle report
– Geozone report
– Odometer periodic service report
– Engine hour periodic service report
– Ignition report
– Device and Driver Performance
– License expiration
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