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Joined: 01 Oct 2005
Location: Wilsonville
Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:18 am
Post subject: Epic Story (Story Buyers Needed)
So I'm trying to get this story I've been writing about my recent life publicized, and this community seems to have a lot of diverse people. I have a group on Facebook called "Operation Toowoomba" and it's dedicated to sharing my story and encouraging others to tell their stories. I hope there's no limit to topic lengths, but here's my story:
Everyone is curious to know what Operation Toowoomba is, and Im curious as to what it will become. Originally my thought behind Operation Toowoomba was small (at least compared to what it could be now), and now its becoming a story on its own. I want to share this story with everyone. The thought behind Operation Toowoomba is that everyone could play a part in this chapter of my life. I hope to be inspired by everyone and in return Ill inspire as best I can. The craziest ideas in life make the best stories.
Dont pre-judge this story based on the next few sentences, just let go of everything logical, and believe in dreams. Our conflict rose a few short days before I begun this story. There are 2583.79 miles of road between us. A flight would cost more than we could afford, and Prom is expensive enough. How can I bring her out here for one final hoorah before high school ends forever? What if I just told people our story? The idea was crazy, but it lingered. It was the only shred of hope we had. I tried utilizing the internet, using sites such as youtube and facebook, but that wasnt working fast enough. How could I acquire a few extra hundred dollars in four months? I already have car payments and phone payments to make. I couldnt ask my parents. I wouldnt. I dont believe in getting money that easily.
The idea came one night while I was telling a member of the Operation Toowoomba group what I hoped to accomplish. His listened to my story for the three hours it took to tell, and was inspired. He told me this story was golden. It would make an epic indie film, and if that failed, it would still make great story to tell people.
So this is my dilemma: I need support. I need fans. We need you all. My hope is that the story will warm your hearts and inspire you to believe in being epic. To believe that crazy dreams are possible. I need that director looking for a great story to see the people weve rallied. I hope to get my story purchased, and use that money to fund the dream that Emily and I have. That is what this story is about, killing two birds with one stone: Fulfilling my dream of making a movie, and realizing our dream to go to Prom together. This is a true romance story. Our story.
(Note: some names have been changed. And for our sake, until we turn 18, the events in this story may or may not be true)
This story begins at the same point my previous relationship ended: September in Pennsylvania. I had long been in a relationship, with a rather incompatible person. That feeling loomed over us; a dark cloud that could be seen along the horizon. We were two separate people, each with separate goals.
After church that morning I took her out to lunch to a newly opened Italian restaurant. She had been acting quite odd that entire morning. She was silent, almost mourning. Our waiter could not even coax an order out of her, so I ordered a sandwich for us to share. Spinach and sweet red bell peppers complimented the savory wood fired chicken well. But I wasnt able to enjoy this meal to the fullest. Her staunch silence almost killed my appetite. I say almost because I did manage to clean my plate.
I paid the tab and we left. We barely got out the door and then sat down again at a bench outside of the building. I asked what was wrong. Silence.
Again Whats wrong?
She managed to force those ill-omened words out.
I think we should be friends.
My brain stopped. This almost sixteen month lifestyle had suddenly shifted. Everything would be different now. It took awhile for me to grasp this.
What does that mean?
was the only thing I could utter because it was the only thing I could think.
I dont know
She knew as well as I did then. We were both clueless. I went back inside the restaurant to use their bathroom. It was cross country season and I was always well hydrated. The tears poured out just as quickly as the water had rolled into my mouth. I could not figure out why, I wasnt terribly sad, I guess it was just emotionally cleansing to do so.
I went back outside. We stood in the parking lot and tried to sort things out. She asked if I had thought of dating anyone else. Well of course I had, but I wouldnt tell her that, would I? I did. I told her of several girls I had found interesting, but had to pass up due to our way too serious relationship. She allegedly had no one. Or at least she didnt name them off like I had.
Its funny that she would ask me the same question about Emily as others would later be asking me about her. She asked
What about Emily Wobb?
Hmm. I pondered this. I had noticed Emily before. I first knew her as an extremely talented runner. It wasnt until the end of the previous school year that I had seen her art. The bright colors and great accuracy she executed in painting animals and people was amazing. This is when I really noticed her.
I think it would be fun to hang out with her a couple times
You think it would be fun to bang her a couple times? What?
Apparently Im not very good at articulating my words. And this was no exception, but it got me thinking, for a little while at least.
We followed our plan for the day and went bowling with a few of her friends. I dont know why I stuck around. I didnt want to bowl. And I dont think Id have much luck even if Id try. I had been throwing my life in the gutter for awhile now.
We finished and everyone stood around chatting about things I didnt even listen to. I threw an occasional glance over at her. She was no longer a part of my life. And so in mid conversation I excused myself from that group, permanently. I walked to my car and opened the door. She had followed me to the car. She asked if I were ok.
Ill be just fine.
And with that I closed the door and left that party to go to the next.
Cross country is a great bonding sport. Runners are all a little crazy, which makes them fun to hang out with. My friend Tommy was having a captains practice that evening. This would be a good time for me to forget about her. But I couldnt. I was happy to be single, but I couldnt wrap my mind around it. Its a vulnerable state to be in. I had some fun, ate some food, learned about the homecoming hook-ups, and then left around nine.
The drive home was a bit scary. The storm had arrived and the wind blew branches off trees and scattered leaves everywhere. I got home and went to bed. I was exhausted and ready to just go to school the next morning and hope for the best.
No school today. I awoke on Monday to a house with no power. Apparently the storm from last night had blown more than just my relationship away. I was stuck to simmer over my thoughts all day.
I didnt tell my parents about the situation until they asked the date of homecoming. They had been planning for awhile to move back to Oregon where our family was. They were trying to fit all my last high school events in before the move. They were also planning to take a trip that Friday to bring a truckload of our stuff to my grandparents house in Washington. It would be advantageous to me at a later time that they left when they did, and for how long they did. This two and a half week period changed my life forever.
I told them I wasnt sure if I would be going. They were shocked, confused. I told them how she had explained our split as better for each other and that there are more suitable relationships out there. I agreed with that. It was a cruel lesson I learned those couple of days. That spending a long time with someone you werent sure about could be regretful. That throwing around the word love is an ignorant thing to do. What power those three words hold, and yet how empty they can be. But it was a lesson I would hold onto. And now I had no reason to stay in Pennsylvania except for cross country. I love running and I love my team. I was sure I could use that word to describe my feelings for the two. And so it was set. The date for departure would be the day after my last race, October 24th. I, for the first time, consent to moving.
The day dragged on. Our power eventually came back on. I read through this novel that she had lent to me. We exchanged a few texts. We assured each other we were both happy and that we could be friends. And so I believed her. Tuesday would be ok. We could just act like nothing happened, and pretend that we never even dated.
Word spreads fast, at least at Pine-Richland. And facebook was the catalyst. That morning I was bombarded with the same question over and over. People demanding an explanation as to why our relationship had ended. It was as if we had offended some people, spit on their shoes and called them a nasty name. Others were just curious.
I walked her to her class that day, for the last time. I couldnt break the habit. Then I went to my first period class. CAD is an incredibly useful program that is taught at an incredibly slow pace. It was nice to get my mind off her and focus on some technical drawings though. And after CAD it was second period, which meant one of my more favorable classes, Art History.
Now this particular class period was an interesting one. Everyone knew about the break-up, including Emily. She wasted no time in making her move. I found out later from her that she had been waiting nearly almost as long as we had been dating, and now was her chance. It was cute. Im usually oblivious to what girls try to communicate, but this message was obvious. Emily did a great job at spelling it out for me. She said such things as: I really want to go to homecoming, but I dont have anyone to go with and I really wish someone would ask me to homecoming. It wasnt even just verbalizations; it was body language as well. Flaunting what she had, making it protrude in my field of vision. We talked about a lot in that forty-five minute block of time. I came to find out that Emily had many things in common with me, including the same birthday. She was the one, but how to ask her?
I was a rather creative and artsy person myself, and I had acquired the skill of wire sculpting the previous year, largely due to my inspiration drawn from Alexander Calder. Mobiles are what Calder is most famous for, but his wire sculptures are also responsible for his fame.
Emily, being an artsy person, had seen my work and appreciated the fine craftsmanship. That Tuesday during class she asked if Id make her an animal. Of course I would. And the previous month Emily had given a presentation in AP Art about her trip to governors school for painting. She showed the class this paint book she had made. It was incredible, much like her. It contained painted landscapes inhabited by lovely kangaroos. This was it. I would make her a wire kangaroo.
I was thrilled. By sixth period I was securing my plan. I tried to be friendly. After all, hadnt we agreed to be friends? And so as if she were any of my friends I posed a problem to her. I said something like
Ive got a question about homecoming.
Im not sure I used the right tone because she responded
Youre wondering if we can still go together?
Oh, contraire. What sweet irony.
No. Thats not my question. I was wondering if it would be alright if I asked someone else (as if I needed permission).
She tried to play it off as no big deal. He face remained stolid.
Well, who?
As if she didnt know. It was she who first suggested it. That too was ironic.
Emily Wobb. I was talking to her and we have a lot in common, even our birthdays are on the same day!
Well then its meant to be she said.
I almost missed the sarcastic tone due to my over-excitement.
So I followed my friend to lunch, like I did everyday. I sat at the usual table and enjoyed my usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She had to have been dying inside, enraged that I could so easily get over her. She told me I should sit at a different table. And so I did. I moved over to the table were my cross country friends sat. They were an entertaining group of guys whose conversations never became dull. On this particular day they were talking about what was on everyones mind including mine: Homecoming.
I casually listened. My head was in the fog. What snapped me out of it was the mentioning of her name.
I might ask Emily Wobb, she hasnt been asked yet
My eyes locked onto what my ears had just heard, it was my good friend Ryan.
Everyone stared at me with a dazed look.
It was now that I revealed my plan to the public.
Im going to ask Emily. Tomorrow. I have something planned.
The dazed faces and glazed eyes lit up. My peers were as supportive of me as liberalists are for Democrats. I had supporters. What a great feeling.
Ninth period rolled around, the final period of the day, the period Emily had painting and I had ceramics. I talked with her for a few minutes before class started. I dont remember what we talked about, I remember her mentioning something about leaving early, but it didnt even occur to me as to why she was leaving early. The bell rang and we parted. I made it to ceramics a few seconds late. The teacher didnt care. It was my second year taking ceramics. I wasnt even getting credit for it. I loved ceramics though. Something about working with my hand was just beyond relaxing. I work fervently for some time, only to be interrupted by my phone. I answered it with a hello and then heard:
Where are you Ajay? The bus is leaving. It was my good friend Mike. Everything clicked now. Emily was leaving early for our cross country meet. I was supposed to leave with them. Without even hanging up I was already outside the school and in my car. I had no time to lose because the bell was about to ring and then it would be impossible to get out of the parking lot. I threw my car in reverse, and then in drive, and the bell rang. Those loud chimes echoed through the air mirroring the loud beating in my chest coming from my heart.
I raced out of the parking lot disregarding all the posted signs that said do not enter and wrong way. I was still on the phone, only now I was talking to Ryan. He had forgotten his singlet and wanted me to go to his house and get it. I had no time; I had to get to the park. So I drove at a comfortable almost legal speed and got to my destination with time to spare. Unfortunately I didnt get to race due to some team rule. So I lent my singlet to Ryan, perhaps that made up for my previous interjection at the lunch table (He did end up asking someone else). Then I treated that time as a practice.
I finished my forty-five minute run just in time to see the end of the girls race. By now everyone had heard of my plan, after all it was Pine-Richland, and a few people were asking me when and how I was going to do it. They wanted me to do it that day, after her race. I had better plans though. She finished her race, placing third overall if I remember correctly (which is a big deal because the two other schools were the best in our section). She was a running star, how could I compete? I talked to her after the race. For being so awesome at everything she was extremely humble, which took all the intimidation out of talking to her.
I made a trip to Lowes to gather the materials Id need to fashion my invitation to Emily. Eighteen gauge, galvanized steel wire and a smaller green floral wire were my material of choice. I got home and started on that hour long process. I worked with great care to make sure that this piece of art was worthy of Miss. Wobb. I used the steel wire to construct the kangaroo, and the floral wire to spell out Homecoming? in a cursive font. It looked great. But one thing still wasnt resolved: How would I present this inquiry? And an idea popped up. Id make a box out of manila tag to hide it until it was ready to be revealed. I would fashion that Wednesday morning. But now I was ready for bed, ready for the next day.
It was a big day for me. I got to school early and collected some thick paper and tape. I measured out the proper dimensions and went to work. I finished construction on the box in CAD class, but I wasnt done decorating it. We werent doing much in Art History that day, which was lucky for me. I went to work decorating the box to make it look like a little wooden crate. Emily sat at the same table as me and saw me decorating the petite box. She asked what it was and I responded
Its a surprise
She told me that she loved surprises, and whoever was getting that box was really lucky. I asked her opinion on it, what she thought it could use, little did she know that she was giving opinions on her own surprise. I learned later that she thought it was some sort of make-up gift for my previous relationship. That was not the case.
Waiting for the opportune time to reveal the truth was difficult. I was starting to shake a little, and I was getting really hot. I tried my best to calm myself, but it was difficult. I only have to last a few more minutes. With ten minutes left in the class I offered the box to her and set free a Surprise! She was in disbelief. She looked at the box, then back at me. She opened it and peered inside. She saw that it was a wire animal, and slid it out of the box.
She had talked to her friends earlier that month about homecoming. When they asked her who she wanted to ask, her answer was Ajay Ryerson. They thought she was being impractical. He was taken already. But that was Emilys dream.
Her stunned silence was slightly uneasy. Those few seconds seemed to stretch for days, but my patience was rewarded. Her face glowed and those eyes lit up. I wish I could bask in that glow forever. She was now embracing me. Her frail petite body was held in my arms. She was quivering. I was slightly concerned by her undeniable shaking, but was happy to hear that one word. Those three letters that the English decided upon to mean agreement, consent. The bell rang and she floated out the door.
I floated through the rest of the day. I can only remember the volume of congratulations I received was epic. Someone mentioned a homecoming group and after party to me, something that would come back to bite us. I was too busy being happy to concern myself with such issues.
I returned home and told the good news to my parents. They were happy for me, and eager to meet Emily, but that would have to wait. We were packing up a moving truck with everything we didnt need for the next month.
My parents left Friday morning, the same morning I had a breakfast date with Emily in my car. I brought Apple Jacks and we listened to my favorite comedian, Demetri Marten. I had heard his jokes hundreds of times, but they were still funny. My pre-joke giggles amused Emily. We listened to the CD past the warnings of the school bells before we decided we should go into the school. I walked her to her first period class and then proceeded to CAD. Unbeknownst to me, this was just the first event of the most incredulous weekend of my life.
We gave new meaning to the word bonfire. My parents well on their way to the west coast by now, and I was at work. Emily decided that if it was alright with me, shed come visit me at my house after work. I worked efficiently and managed to get done thirty minutes early. I rushed home and showered. Emily arrived soon after.
We had the house to ourselves. What would we do? I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie and then showed her my movie collection. The movie see chose astounded me, in a good way. Never before had I met such a pretty girl with such great taste. Star Wars Episode VI. Wow. This may have been the moment I decided to never give her up.
We enjoyed some pineapple sherbet, and because Emily had to leave by eleven, we fast forwarded to just the good parts in the movie. This was too good to be true. And so then night went on and the movie ended. Emily went home and I had forgotten to kiss her. Well, maybe I was a little nervous.
Saturday morning was a long run at the park for cross country. The guys asked me about Wobb and if I had taken advantage of the empty house.
We ate pineapple sherbet and watched Star Wars
They tried to interpret it as some kind of innuendo. But I ensured them that I meant what I said quite literally.
We spent the rest of that weekend together. After breakfast on Sunday I drove us to the zoo. We had a great time sketching animals and laughing about all the people making noises trying to communicate with the animals. We stayed at the zoo for a few hours, but I had to take Emily home so she could ready her house for this weeks captains practice later that evening.
Evening arrived, the guests arrived, and I arrived. The evening was spent watching people make desperate attempts at shaving someones head, and eating food off the grill. We formed a circle of chairs on her deck, and everyone conversed. During this conversation though, Emily and I carried on our own conversation via text messaging. We talked about our weekend together and how nobody knew exactly what happened except us.
The night sky was clear that night. Stars were scattered across the darkness, and Emily pointed out the constellations for me. She identified numerous heavenly bodies, I was impressed. We stood close, eyes fixed on the stars, what a great opportunity for a kiss. Not that night though. Our time would come the following weekend.
Having the house to myself was beyond words. The freedom to exercise responsibility taught me that I could in fact handle myself, and I was quite proud that I hadnt let the house, or my life, fall into disarray. The next few weeks were full of school, running, work, and Emily. I adored every moment spent with her.
I knew in the back of my head that this dream would have to end someday. You cant just sleep forever. It was a rude awakening though. I had forgotten what strict rule I was under. My parents claimed to trust me, but they still took ridiculous precautions to make sure I would stay out of trouble.
They returned two weeks after that first weekend I spent with Emily, a week after the night I had first kissed her. By this time homecoming was a week away, and I had three weeks left in Pennsylvania. I had neglected to ask my parents about the previously mentioned after party. I was positive they would deny me permission, but I regret not asking earlier than when I did. My parents first impression of Emily came when we went out to dinner the Friday before homecoming. My dad would later inform me that Emily was more compatible with me than any previous girl I had been fond of. This was music to my ears, and a confirmation of what I already had known. I was glad that I had my parents support with this.
Parents. Thats an interesting thing to think about; two people with incongruent viewpoints trying to raise the same child. My father was proud to see that I was growing up and making honorable choices. Contrary to this, my mother was afraid of my slow approach to adulthood. They always insisted on that they had come to the same conclusion, but I knew this was impossible, they had to have disagreed. I could never tell which opinions belong to which parent though, and I made it a game to figure out. Id say I was at least ninety percent correct on those guesses.
It was now Saturday and I had set out on a little mission before the dance. I bought flowers and ribbon; Im not for being typical. Hand-crafted items just seem to have more value to them. I knew that she would appreciate the care put into making her corsage. She had appreciated everything else I had done.
Driving to her friends house I was burning up in my fancy attire. I was thrilled for this night. I wish it could have ended on a more positive note. We met up with a few other people and then proceeded to drive downtown to where we would be enjoying dinner. Unfortunately a stop light had separated us from the other cars. We wondered around the city for awhile, mislead by my sisters directions, and unable to decipher what her friends had said on the phone, but eventually finding our way. Dinner was phenomenal, and I was ready to dance. Everyone asked me if I were going to the after party. I told them no. I didnt really want to. My only reason for going would be to accompany Emily. I knew what they would be doing there. I had no desire to participate in that. I respected their decision, and they respected mine.
Dancing with Emily I had found out that we had even more in common. The way she moved and reacted to the atmosphere complimented my actions like a fine wine might compliment a candle-lit dinner. My parents may have returned home, but my dream wasnt quite over. Feeling particularly lucky that night, and coaxed by Emily, I decided I would ask my parents if I could go to the after party.
My texts were met with great confusion, and even greater suspicion. They granted me until midnight to be home, but that was it. There was a great deal of confusion between Emily, my parents, and I for awhile. My parents didnt understand why I had requested so late to attend a party, I didnt understand why Emily wanted to attend a party when she wasnt into drinking, and Emily didnt understand why my parents wouldnt let me go. And so upon returning home I tried to sort it all out with my father. He was very understanding, and hinted around the disapproval coming from mother. We talked for a couple hours, Emily and I periodically texting each other as well. Even though nothing had been resolved, I felt better. I knew Emily was alright, and I knew my dad understood. The trouble came from the same source that plagued my life with stress for the next couple of weeks.
Sunday morning I was troubled by a very disrespectful comment that was rudely thrown my way. My little sister was being quite loud, like most six year olds, and I had sternly requested she lower her voice. Her childish noise was a heavenly choir compared to the jargon that streamed out of my mothers mouth.
Whats the matter?! Are you hung-over?!
Those slanted brows had made the slur burn even deeper. How could she accuse me when I had made the very difficult decision to respect her and my father and come home when I was told?
Did she want sex?
And I thought the last comment was ruthless.
What were you trying to accomplish?
I exercised more constraint in the next two minutes than I had ever in my whole life. She had not only just disrespected me, but she had torn down the girl I was falling for.
I dont recall what I said next. It wasnt much, just enough to get away from her spiteful accusations. I just wanted to be alone now. I was enraged, woeful, and defeated all at the same time. This was the moment my dream began to shatter.
I wasnt the only one who didnt understand my mothers malice. Emily was baffled as to what she had done wrong. My father had left to take another trip to Oregon that Monday, and so I had no one to sympathize with. I didnt want Emily to carry a burden, and so I encouraged her to write a letter of apology to my mother. We decided that the crime was pressuring me to attend a party. She took my advice and presented my mother with a letter that Wednesday morning. What were we to do now? My time had almost run out, and to make it worse, there was a chance I could be cut short.
The plan had been for my mother and me to stay in Pennsylvania until my final cross country race. The problem was that I had to qualify for that last race. As if she hadnt disrespected me enough, my mother further laid on the abhorrence with the statement:
If you dont qualify, were leaving a week early
I had to qualify. But to do it I would have to be in the top seven on the team. I eventually confronted my mother and asked her why she was not treating me with the esteem I had treated her with. She turned the tables and claimed that by hanging out with Emily I had disrespected her. Was I really hearing this? I asked her why she was so unsupportive of my running? She never once attended any of my cross country races. And now she was almost hoping I wouldnt qualify so we could leave a week early.
There was a long pause and then a few apologies. She half-heartedly supported me now. Needless to say, the motivation to spend one extra week with Emily was just enough to place me in that number seven spot on the team. And so I spent the next two weeks with Emily as much as I could. I didnt have my car because my father had taken it to Oregon with him that Monday he left, and so Emily drove us around. I felt bad about it, for some reason it just seemed to be the guys roll to drive the girl around, but what could I do?
That final day came, my final race. It felt surreal that in a matter of days Id be on the other side of the country. My friends had felt the same way. That last race was perhaps the most bitter-sweet moment of my life. It was nice to finish so strong at the end of the season, but alas, it was the end. I went over to Emilys house after the race. No words could describe that emotional state. We watched The Empire Strikes back, or at least some of it. We were enjoying our last moments with each other when I was interrupted by a phone call from my mother.
Where are you?
Emilys house
(Angry sigh) What are you doing there?
Watching Star Wars, why?
Were leaving tonight. Right now.
That was not expected. Our plans were to leave in the morning. We had been staying in my sisters apartment for the past week ever since that moving company we had hired collected our things and headed west. My sister worked at a doctors office and had contracted some bug earlier that week; her ill state inspired my mom not to be motherly and care for her, but to leave earlier than planned.
The conversation ended and my eyes met the eyes of a very sorrow-filled person. She knew this was it. Everything we had was about to be torn apart and thrown 2500 miles apart. She drove me to the grocery store parking lot where my mom was to pick me up. We didnt cry. I had to keep my composure for Emily. I had to stay optimistic. This didnt have to be the end. My mom pulled up. I loaded my stuff into the car and gave Emily one last hug before I sat in the passengers seat. I had forgotten something. Fate had dealt me a small victory when I remembered that I had forgotten to turn my final withdrawal papers into the office. I told my mom what I had forgotten, and jumped out of our car and into Emilys. I handed over the paper to her with instructions to turn it into the office. I kissed here there in that grocery store parking lot. It would be our last for an anonymous amount of time. That was my farewell to her, and my salutation to the road.
The road was mostly quite. The trip was long. I was in Oregon now. The first week of school was spent hearing the same questions over, and over again. Where am I from? Why did I move here? What do I like to do for fun? Does my name stand for anything? Where did I get these shoes?
I filled my friends for Pennsylvania in on the details of the new school. The art department was lacking, but there was definitely opportunity for me. (I say lacking due to the lack of teachers in the department). I talked to Emily on the phone almost every day. But I made a critical mistake that almost severed my line of communication. I had updated my status on facebook as Ajay doesnt want to make friends, I was tired of meeting people who I had nothing in common with. And the misinterpreted comments about the new schools art were enough to arouse an anonymous person to write me an accusatory e-mail. I wasnt in the mood to deal with any more anxiety. If she couldnt respectfully contact me before pressing charges, then she didnt need to know what was happening in my life. I removed her from my friends list.
I planned to start running with the cross country team the next week; I figured I would easily make friends with them. After all, runners are all slightly crazy, and usually friendly. Before the first week was even over though, my phone privileges were threatened. I hate the term A little bird told me. Dont toy with me. If someone has a concern with me then they should do the commendable thing and tell me. Besides, I knew who that little bird was. Who else would tell on me but that one I knew my whole life? My parents were afraid that the volume of time I spent talking to Emily (which was less than an hour every other day) was influencing me not to make friends. This was ridiculous. If anyone had the right to be pissed off it should be me.
I explained the situation to my parents, and the conflict was slightly resolved. Talking to Emily would still have to be to a minimum. If my family would have waited a few more days, trusted me for once in my life, then that conflict would have been avoided. The next week I joined the team on a run, and by the weekend I had a group of friends to hang out with. This made it ok to talk to Emily now.
Weeks passed by, I began getting comfortable with my new school and the conversations between Emily and me were just as interesting as when we had first met. We sent each other mail periodically, and made phone calls once a week, but we desperately missed each others presence. We asked each other everyday: When would we see each other again? The answer was always inconclusive. We talked about silly things like moving to Australia and owning a kangaroo farm. That is when the dream started back up. That small grain of sugar, so sweet to my hungry soul, it made me want more. I began researching and planning. Toowoomba is a nice place to live. It would become the metaphor for our whole plan. We agreed that we would amass a great effort to see each other for Prom.
I began scheming of ways to make money. The only thing I could thing of was to get supporters. Maybe people would donate money to our cause. That felt selfish though. So I thought I could sell shirts. Then I ran the numbers and realized I would have to sell too large of an amount of clothing than I intended to. So I was at a stand still. The facebook group was gaining members, but I still didnt know what to tell them.
It was later than night that I was contacted by someone I did not expect to ever talk to again. He was a friend from my junior year English class. I had a lot of people asking me what Toowoomba was, and I gave them all the same youll know in due time answer. But for some reason I was compelled to tell him the story. Previous to contacting me he had decided on staying up late anyways, and so it all worked out. I filled him in on the story, and he was inspired. He returned the favor by ensuring me that I could get a movie deal with this idea. That, in turn, inspired me to write this very story you are reading. I hope that Emily can make it out here for Prom, but theres more to Toowoomba than that. This operation is to inspire every reader to dream big and strive to be epic. Not everyone is going to have a romantic story, but everyone has the opportunity to make their own life an epic story. I hope you all pursue this. Thank you for letting me share this part of my life with you and supporting my effort. You are all very wonderful people.
Part 2
Great efforts are always met with great opposition. Nothing worth while ever comes easy. Ive heard these phrases thousands of times, and now Im seeing it happen.
There is always a war being fought. Life itself is a battlefield; a series of alliances and hostility. Toowoomba has recently gone through a battle. As general of this tremendous force, Ive been under a lot of pressure to succeed. Im not sure what form success will take, but Im sure it will be reached.
It was a dark snowy morning when the opposition first made its first offensive movements. I was negotiating with a familiar party. The same territory that had almost severed my line of communication with the Queen was now afraid that propaganda had been made to soul her good name. It was 6:00am and I didnt feel like dealing with such foolish accusations. I had too many soldiers to watch after; I couldnt let anything degrade their moral. The negotiations took over an hour and a treaty was drawn up. This territory was to remain neutral throughout Operation Toowoomba. She was smart to negotiate with our militia. There were no casualties for either side. But it was still early morning. The day would drag on and into the next day with a fierce air and ground battle.
Within minutes of finishing the negotiations with the first conflict a bomb went off in the east barracks. Why now? Why did two forces have to oppose us on the same day? No fatalities, thank God. I took role, examined the damage, and treated the wounded.
A declaration of war was in the works. Here we were fighting for one cause and we get attacked for a different cause. I tried negotiations, but was met with more irrational violence. The neighboring territories all voiced their opinion on the matter, some more peacefully than others. But negotiations can only go on for so long.
I started to question if our strategy was valid. Had I led my troops in the right direction? Was this effort worth the struggle? The answer came from the Commander.
Why are you giving in to the enemy? This operation is epic and right. Who are they to silence our mission?
He was right. And so there was a great push. An airstrike was sent out, and bombing of enemy territory commenced. The boldness of this plan attracted more allies for our side. With our combined efforts, the enemy was silenced. The battle was won, but the war was not over.
Its been relatively calm for the past couple of weeks. The Queen is getting anxious for her troops to return home. Im anxious to return home. War is not easy; it can be both tragic and beautiful. The best stories bloom out of epic war tales though. I have seen it over and over throughout all forms of entertainment. Movies, books, plays, magazines, music, etc.; they all draw from striving to defend a cause.
The next few months are going to be vital to Operation Toowoomba. I must secure some resources and seek alliances. I want all my troops to know that I am a fighter. I dont lie down and die. I care about my fellow dreamers. I want them to believe that anything is possible. Fight for a cause. Everyone has their own opinions and preferences, so dont be discouraged when met with strife. Any good cause is not only worth fighting for, but likely to succeed. It may not always happen the way a person plans it to, but life has a way of sorting things out. Im just curious to see how the next few months sort themselves out
I hope this isn't too long and I hope it doesn't make the admins hate me...
[quote="Rook"]Can they hire someone who can at least build a ship with a windshield. Idiots.
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Somebody set up us the bomb!
If you really like fish, put this in your sig: ><>
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/me attacks The Jinja Zombie!
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/me bites Bly
Somebody set up us the bomb!
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Soooooo...how much for the story?
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How much for your brain?
/me bites junsier.
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/me noms Junsier.
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How much for your BRAAAAIINNNSS?!!
/me nibbles Junsy
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Sometimes I wonder why I'm here.
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If someone already bit them, you don't need to do it again.
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Kids, please. There's enough Junsier to go around for everyone.
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Same time posts, Turkey. Look at the times.
Red Hawk wrote:
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here.
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Zombie Dragon wrote:
Same time posts, Turkey. Look at the times.
You have done it more then just in here...
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Yes, and every time it's for the same reason.
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Sometimes I wonder why I'm here.
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Part of me weeps in so far as the only replies to soup's posts were for zombie points. Someday you'll regret missing the opportunity to be part of history.
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Story? There was a story?
Oh, signatures are so over rated. =D
Me is dead.
Me has
, does you?
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Hey, we're already a part of history! How many times has FBTB been infested with zombies?
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Hey, just finished reading it! Thanks for sharing a large slice of your life with us.
Relationships are always tricky, and it takes a lot to be able to write openly about them. I became 'just friends" with my girlfriend about 5 months ago. We'd been seeing each other for 13 months. I'm over it now, but there's times when I look back and wished sometimes I hadn't gotten involved. But then, I'll remember a special day, or a conversation we had, and I don't regret it for the whole world.
Keep writing, and hope everything works out.
God Bless,
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/me gnaws Iceman
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/me bites Iceman.
Well, time to face the new world at FBTB II...
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/me gives ZombieFlynn a boot to the head with spiked cleats
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/me attacks ZombieFlynn with a high speed spitwad into his eye, which is on his face, on the head.
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Coordination seems to be working in the survivors.
Zombies need to react faster !
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Jason Momoa is probably only a small part of Wolves, the movie from writer/director David Hayter, but he looks like one of the best parts. Hayter jumps from screenwriter (X-Men, Watchmen) and voice actor (he was Solid Snake in the Metal Gear Solid games until Kiefer Sutherland took over) to feature director. Wolves is about — brace yourself — a bunch of werewolves. Lucas Till plays a high school kid who has some hairy stuff developing in his blood. He hits the road and ends up in a town full of secrets and werewolves. I'm sure there's a coming of age metaphor here somewhere, but you'll have to give me a minute to pin it down. In the meantime, watch the Wolves red-band trailer below. Read More »

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The City Planning Commission recommended approval of the plan; that recommendation will now go before the Sheridan City Council at their second meeting in December.


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Hi Everyone,
I thought I might start this thread up again about my KM C1085 and my Fiery Rip. If you can remember we had problems and that I came on this forum and asked about. Then after all the components in my original Fiery Rip were replaced except the outside Fiery Steel Box case.
Then the decision was made to supply a brand new Fiery Rip with FS150Pro and Fiery IC-308 v2.0 Upgrade were supplied and has been in use since the changeover.
Everything was fine for a fair while only with intermittent Communication Errors but these have slowly escalated up to it happening every week now.
So the original problem still happens every week. Its either the Fiery loses contact with C1085 or the C1085 loses contact with the Fiery.
To regain communications between the 2 devices can take up 30 minutes.
I did hear that this type of problem has only ever happened in 2 Fiery/KM machines in Australia and ours is one of them.
Today there was no Error Code or warning that communication had failed, usually there is a message "Unable to connect to (C1085). The server name or IP address may be invalid" and this happens usually part way through a print run, or like today there was no error message we had to suss out what had happened which was loss of communication again.
The pic below shows the C1085 Ready to print and the other pic shows the Fiery with one job in the print Queue waiting. There are no error messages, both machines will sit all day like this if we leave them.
Also another problem which I think linked to the above problem is once the Communication between the 2 devices happens or occurs there is a lag in speed the Fiery generates the image for the monitor, this usually starts with the spinning blue lifesaver cursor and a blank screen followed by the slow build of the screen image starting with structure of the page i.e. the lines, rules etc then we finally get full screen image ready to use.
I've added a couple pics, one of the screen image rebooting slowly and one of the ip address and capacity left on drive.


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First off, let me just say that I am unsure if this question is appropriate for this site, and if the community deems it necessary, the question should be closed.
So right now I am a fourth year mathematics and physics major whose research interests lie in quantum field theory / quantum gravity. In particular, I would like to go into theoretical physics. However, I have found that most physicists do not achieve a level of rigor I would strive for in my work, and so I am reluctant to apply for graduate school in physics. On the other hand, it seems that in most mathematics departments in the U.S., there are at most a couple of mathematicians working in what you might all theoretical physics, and I would not feel comfortable applying to a graduate school banking on the fact I could work with a specific one or two persons.
What possible routes are there that I could take if my interests lie in theoretical physics, but I wish to practice theoretical physics as a mathematician would? Furthermore, are there any (not necessarily American) universities with a joint mathematics-physics department (like the DAMTP at Cambridge), or, the next best thing, a mathematics and physics department that collaborate frequently? What about theoretical physicists working in quantum field theory/quantum gravity who don't shy away from rigor?
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BAGHDAD, Iraq — A suicide car bomber killed an influential Shiite member of parliament and his son as they drove from their farm to the capital Tuesday, an attack likely to stoke ethnic tensions on the first anniversary of the transfer of sovereignty to the Iraqis.
The attack that killed Dhari Ali al-Fayadh, his son and two bodyguards was one of several around the country carried out by suicide bombers.
Another killed a U.S. soldier in Balad, 50 miles north of Baghdad. At least 1,742 members of the U.S. military have died since the war began in 2003, according to an Associated Press count.
A car bomb north of Baghdad killed five people and injured nine others, police said. The explosion occurred about 15 yards from the headquarters of an Iraqi quick-reaction police force in Baqouba, 35 miles northeast of the capital, police Capt. Nihad Jamal Ibrahim said.
Two other car bombs in Baqouba caused no injuries, police said.
Near Musayyib, 40 miles south of Baghdad, a bomber wearing a belt of explosives blew himself up at a checkpoint, killing one policeman and wounding 17, police said.
In Kirkuk, a suicide car bomber slammed into a convoy carrying traffic police chief Brig. Gen. Salar Ahmed, killing one of his bodyguards and a civilian, said police Lt. Assad Mohammed. Four others, including Ahmed and three of his bodyguards, were wounded in the city 180 miles north of Baghdad.
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The attacks came as more than 1,000 U.S. troops and Iraqi forces launched "Operation Sword" in a bid to crush insurgents and foreign fighters in western Iraq — the third major offensive in the area in recent weeks. A U.S. reconnaissance helicopter was hit Monday night by small-arms fire in Tal Afar, about 95 miles east of the Syrian border, and forced to land, but there were no reports of injuries, said Sgt. John Franzen, a spokesman.
The military campaigns have not been able to capsize a resilient insurgency that has killed more than 1,350 people — mostly civilians and Iraqi security forces — since Prime Minister Ibrahim al-Jaafari announced his Shiite-dominated government on April 28.
Al-Fayadh, who was in his late 80s, was killed while traveling to parliament from his farm in Rashidiya, 20 miles northeast of Baghdad, said parliamentarian Hummam Hammoudi, who heads a committee charged with drafting a new constitution.
The blast also wounded four people, police Maj. Falah al-Mihamadawi said.
Al-Fayadh was the eldest member of the new parliament, and he was the interim speaker until one was elected. He was a member of the country's largest Shiite political party, the Supreme Council of the Islamic Revolution in Iraq.
Al-Fayadh also was a senior sheik from the al-Boamer tribe in the Mahmoudiya area, about 20 miles south of Baghdad and a hotbed of the Sunni-dominated insurgency. Al-Boamer includes both Sunni and Shiite clans.
Video: Marines crack down on insurgents "Those who killed the sheik are the enemies of the Iraqi people at large," Hammoudi said.
Al-Fayadh was the second Shiite legislator to be killed since the parliament started work in March. Lamia Abed Khadouri al-Sagri, a member of the Iraqi List party, was killed April 27 in eastern Baghdad.
Al-Fayadh's seat will be taken by the runner-up from the same party.
The country's Shiites already are on edge following a series of car bombings last week that killed nearly 40 people in predominantly Shiite neighborhoods in Baghdad. With the Sunni Arab-dominated insurgency targeting the Shiite majority, the wave of killings has raised fears of civil war.
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The new U.S.-led military campaign is focusing on communities along the Euphrates River between the towns of Hit and Haditha in the volatile Anbar province, said Marine Capt. Jeffrey Pool, a spokesman. The U.S. troops include Marines, soldiers and sailors from Regimental Combat Team 2, which is part of the 2nd Marine Division.
The region, about 125 miles northwest of Baghdad, is rife with insurgents. Operation Sword, or "Saif" in Arabic, comes on the heels of two other offensives: operations Spear and Dagger.
Operation Spear was aimed at stemming the flow of foreign fighters over the porous Syrian border in Karabilah, near the Iraqi frontier town of Qaim. The U.S. military said nearly 50 insurgents were killed in the five-day operation.
A senior al-Qaida leader wanted in Saudi Arabia was killed in the offensive, al-Qaida in Iraq's leader, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, said in an Internet posting whose authenticity could not be verified.
Operation Dagger, which was carried out north of Baghdad, was aimed at uprooting networks of foreign fighters.
The U.S.-led coalition has carried out other offensive and raids in recent months, detaining hundreds of suspected insurgents. Consequently, the U.S. military said Monday it was expanding its overcrowded prisons across Iraq to hold as many as 16,000 detainees.
Meanwhile, Syria has increased the flow of water down the Euphrates to boost Iraq's power generation, the government in Damascus said in comments published Tuesday.
The move was a gesture of solidarity with the Iraqis who are passing through "very delicate circumstances," Irrigation Minister Nader al-Buni said, according to the official newspaper Al-Thawra.
Al-Buni said that from the middle of this month, Syria had been supplying Iraq with water flowing at 23,658 cubic feet per second. He did not give the normal flow.
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President Barack Obama will soon back up his support of D.C. voting rights – on his cars, at least.
The White House announced Tuesday afternoon that beginning inauguration weekend and continuing through Obama's second term, D.C.'s "Taxation Without Representation" license plates will be standard on presidential vehicles.
"President Obama has lived in the District now for four years and has seen first-hand how patently unfair it is for working families in D.C. to work hard, raise children and pay taxes without having a vote in Congress," White House spokesman Keith Maley said. "Attaching these plates to the presidential vehicles demonstrates the president's commitment to the principle of full representation for the people of the District of Columbia and his willingness to fight for voting rights, Home Rule and budget autonomy for the District."
Last week, D.C. Council Chairman Phil Mendelson and Council member Mary Cheh went to the White House to request the president use the plates.
City leaders added the phrase "Taxation Without Representation" to standard-issue license plates in 2000 to call attention to the District's lack of voting representation in Congress.
President Bill Clinton made the symbolic gesture of placing the "Taxation Without Representation" tags on the presidential limo. President George W. Bush reversed course. Obama did not restore the plates in 2008.


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A lollapalooza is something that is outstanding or excellent. The origin is unknown, but it is almost certainly a fanciful formation and is likely related to the use of lolla or la-la to mean something excellent. Both lollapalooza and lolla date to the turn of the 20th century.
From George Ade's 1896 novel Artie:
"But the girls—wow!"
"Beauties, eh?"
And we have la-la from a decade earlier. From The Lantern (New Orleans) of 8 September 1886:
[A racehorse that is] a regular la-la boy.
And from the same issue:
Gave him a quarter to find their la-la's, Messrs. Tim Davis and his friend Wertenberger.
A letter by Frederick Remington written in 1888 has this:
I would be a "lolly" [of a savage]—but why harrow ourselves with such vain regrets.
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Auctions, according to pop culture, are prim, white-glove affairs, brimming with vases and paintings and jewels and dainty, don't-touch objects.
But what of a mean machine that rumbled its way through the not-so-dainty, definitely-not-prim series "Breaking Bad"? That vehicle, and others on the series, deserve their day on the auction block, or, rather, days. ScreenBid, a Hollywood-focused, auction site, will open up bidding on several "Breaking Bad" automobiles on Sunday, Sept. 29.
So what's in play? Skyler White's handsomely paneled Jeep, for one. Jesse Pinkman's Toyota Tercel. And a double of the El Camino driven by Todd. Plus? Walter White's Aztek.
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Multiple Azteks were used during the filming, note; one will remain at Sony Studios.
Plus? Many other "Breaking Bad" items, doodads, and memorabilia. Well over 200 lots are listed on the ScreenBid site, and the gamut is well-covered. Meaning? Fans will get the chance to bid on Gustavo Fring's air-freshener, clothing, and Walter White's book bag.
Neat, right? Even if you don't bid, a scroll through the auction items will be a trip back through the series, for sure. Oh, and in case you haven't heard -- we're ribbin' ya here, everyone's heard -- the acclaimed, dissected, much-obsessed over, mega-award-winner of a series ends on Sunday, Sept. 29.
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I'm trying not to be too enthusiastic about this but to be honest, by the end I was so tired and burnt out I was pretty much just showing the kids videos. They were church videos and I did try to come up with questions or activities to go with them but I'd had it. I'd gone from "if there's somebody else who needs this, Lord, I'd be happy to hand it over" to "I really hope there's someone else who can do this, Lord, because I can't anymore. I'm done. I quit." I hated having to be the Bad Cop so often.
The funny thing is that I'd about managed to work my way past that. I was determined to be a good teacher for those kids. When I say my prayers at night, I tend to thank God for my dear husband and dwell fondly for a bit on the things I love about him or was most especially grateful for that day. (Like him canceling an appointment with the financial-type people when I told him that the Prophet had passed on because he thought I needed the stress off my plate.) One day it occurred to me that despite seeing less of each other these days than we'd used to, my feelings of attachment to him had kept growing. "Hey," I thought, "maybe it's because of that thing I do when I pray — it reinforces the good vibes or something." So then I tried being grateful for the class and the kids and y'know, it rather worked. I wasn't eager to face those challenges but I at least felt able to.
So of course one day shortly into the new year the second counselor asked to talk to me before church and released me. I don't wanna get too specific here but just let me say that I think the new teacher's military experience will be a great help to him. I really think he can be good for the kids and I mean "good for them" as in "will be able to command their respect and attention and be a good role model" not "will beat them into shape."
There's an amusing little addendum to this. One child evidently thought that they had driven me to resign. I called them that afternoon and let them know that I had not quit but had been released.


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You'll Like The 2009 Toyota Camry Hybrid If...
If you're you looking for a midsize sedan that offers outstanding quality, excellent resale value and a proven record of reliability – and you don't mind driving the same car as millions of other Americans – the 2009 Toyota Camry is for you.
You May Not Like The 2009 Toyota Camry Hybrid If...
If you're looking to stand out in a crowd, the Camry is not the car for you. You can find similar features and a more stylish package in such cars as the Mazda MAZDA6, Saturn Aura and even the equally abundant Honda Accord. All three of these models, by the way, also come standard with traction control, which is an extra cost option on the Camry.
What's New
The CE trim is now referred to as the Camry.
Interior Features
Like the exterior, the Camry's interior is more modern and stylish than in past versions. The windshield base is far forward, allowing for a low two-tier instrument panel. The seatbacks feature a slimmed-down design and front-seat adjustment travel is generous. The Camry's interior measurements equal or in some cases better those of the Honda Accord, offering more rear seat head room and legroom, and on XLE trims, a reclining rear seatback. Instruments are large and legible, with differing illumination depending on the trim level. The controls are easy to read and operate, storage cubbies are plentiful and there are two 12-volt outlets in the console.
Exterior Features
The 2009 Toyota Camry's appearance is a departure from the upright styles of previous generations. Sharing Toyota's swoopier new sedan look with its larger stablemate Avalon and upscale cousin Lexus ES, the Camry's length is unchanged, but its stance is more stable with its wheels pushed farther toward the corners. Its hood, flanks and decklid surfaces have a complexity and character not seen in previous Camrys, and its headlights are the high-tech projector-beam style. Toyota calls the Camry "athletic and modern," and we don't disagree, although the sporty SE, with its lower ride height on bigger wheels and tires, black honeycomb grille, smoked headlamps and aero appendages, looks much more athletic than the other models.
Driving Impressions
The 2009 Toyota Camry drives much like most family sedans, not too sporty and not too soft. The base car tends toward the soft side, but the LE and XLE are crisper and more athletic. Most fun to drive, at least on smooth roads, is the lower and stiffer SE sport model, which has added structural bracing, firmer springs, shock absorbers, bushings and anti-roll bars, better steering feel and even an underbody aerodynamic treatment for enhanced high-speed stability. The latest Toyota four-cylinder engine provides adequate power with good fuel economy, while the muscular V6 is a powerhouse, good for a zero to 60-miles-per-hour burst in less than seven seconds.
Pricing Notes
The 2009 Toyota Camry has a Manufacturer's Suggested Retail Price (MSRP) starting around $20,000, which includes destination, a four-cylinder engine and a five-speed manual transmission. The sporty SE starts around $22,500, while the XLE V6 stickers for close to $29,500. The Hybrid starts around $27,000. Toyota believes its strong reputation and resale values justify aggressive pricing, so be sure to check the Fair Purchase Prices to see what consumers are actually paying. We project that the Camry LE will retain an excellent resale value over time, beating by a wide margin the values of both the Ford Fusion SE and Chevrolet Malibu.
Notable Equipment
The base Camry offers power mirrors/locks/windows, air conditioning with a pollen filter, cruise control, tilt/telescopic wheel, auto on/off halogen headlamps, daytime running lights, 60/40-split fold-down rear seat, 16-inch wheels and six-speaker 160-watt digital audio with CD-MP3 and auxiliary input jack. Standard safety features include Toyota's Whiplash Injury Lessening (WIL) seats, four-wheel disc brakes with Antilock Braking System (ABS), Brake Assist and seven air bags. The uplevel LE adds an eight-way power driver's seat, remote keyless entry and the option of a V6 engine. The top-level XLE adds alloy wheels, 440-watt eight-speaker premium audio with six-disc CD and Bluetooth, dual-zone automatic climate control, leather interior (V6 only), wood-grain trim, a power moonroof, four-way power passenger's seat and a 40/20/40 reclining rear seat (with fixed center pass-through).
Notable Options
Probably to encourage buyers to move up to other models, the only substantial option available on the base Camry is the highly recommended Vehicle Stability Control (VSC) with traction control, which is also available on LE, SE and XLE. Additional major options for most of these models include a JBL premium audio system with Bluetooth, power moonroof, leather interior, heated seats, navigation system and the "Smart Key System" with push-button start (on the XLE with V6).
Favorite Features
Plasmacluster Ionizer HVAC
According to Toyota, the dual-zone automatic climate system standard on the XLE and Hybrid reduces airborne odors, mold spores, microbes, fungi, germs and bacteria inside the cabin by creating positive and negative ions that seek out and surround them.
Star Safety System
The standard integrated braking system includes ABS, Electronic Brake force Distribution (EBD) and Brake Assist (BA). Seven airbags are also standard, but Vehicle Stability Control (VSC) with traction control is optional.
Under the Hood
The 2008 Toyota Camry features a standard DOHC 16-valve 2.4-liter Variable Valve Timing "with intelligence" (VVT-i) four-cylinder engine and an optional new DOHC 24-valve VVT-i V6. The Hybrid model marries a 147-horsepower Atkinson-cycle version of the four-cylinder to a 40-horsepower electric motor.
2.4-liter in-line 4
158 horsepower @ 6000 rpm
161 lb.-ft. of torque @ 4000 rpm
EPA city/highway fuel economy: 21/31 (manual), 21/31 (automatic)
3.5-liter V6
268 horsepower @ 6200 rpm
248 lb.-ft. of torque @ 4700 rpm
EPA city/highway fuel economy: 19/28
2.4-liter in-line 4 with Permanent Magnetic Synchronous Electric Motor
147 horsepower @ 6000 rpm / 40 horsepower @ 4500 rpm (187 combined horsepower)
138 lb.-ft. of torque @ 4000 rpm / 199 lb.-ft. of torque @ 0-1500 rpm
EPA city/highway fuel economy: 33/34
Editors' Notes
Largely due to its solid reputation for quality and reliability, Toyota's midsize Camry has been the best-selling car in America for nine of the past ten years. Although the Honda Accord continues as the Camry's main rival, a host of new sedans, including the Mazda MAZDA6 and Chevrolet Malibu, threaten to chip away at the champion's throne. To keep ahead of the pack, the 2009 Toyota Camry remains one of the most style-conscious Camrys to date, with an abundance of interior room and marked improvements in the areas of steering, braking, handling and ride comfort (although in the sportier SE the tuning is biased more toward crisper handling response). Engine choices include a 158-horsepower 2.4-liter four-cylinder or a 268-horsepower 3.5-liter V6. There's also a hybrid model which is reviewed separately.


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I am so grateful to POZ magazine for a recent article published by its founder, Sean Strub, in the February/March 2004 issue. In his article, Sean outlines his three-month experience with Sustiva (efavirenz), which led him into a spiraling depression. As I read about his experience, I had one of those "ah ha" moments that cause me to take notice. Unlike Sean, I had been "successfully" taking Sustiva for about four years. "Successfully" because it was keeping my viral load below 50 copies and my CD4 count in the 300s. Both indicated to me that the drug was working and I should (there is that dreaded word again) just deal with the side effects.
Clinical study data show that about 53% of patients taking Sustiva have some kind of central nervous system (CNS) symptoms, as opposed to about one-quarter of those in control groups. For 33% of patients, the symptoms were mild. Another 17% experienced symptoms described as moderate, and 2% had severe symptoms. By my fourth year of taking Sustiva, I found myself in the 2% category that suffered from "severe" symptoms.
My first year on this medication went without incident. There was the three to four-week adjustment period, after which I was able to tolerate the side effects. In fact, I began to enjoy the vivid dreams, complete with Dolby sound and Technicolor visuals. I thought to myself that this isn't too bad.
The second year brought with it more depression. I had been taking Zoloft 50 mg for about four years prior to starting Sustiva. Perhaps this helped me during that first year. However, I found myself depressed more and after consulting my physician, we increased the dosage of Zoloft to 100 mg and 150 mg if necessary. This helped some with the depression. I was also taking Xanax .025 mg PRN for anxiety and for sleep since I was, by this point, waking four and five times per night. Most weekends were spent in bed, sleeping ten to fifteen hours per day just to be able to function on any level the other four days.
By the third year of "successfully" taking Sustiva, I went to my physician in tears wanting to know if I was losing my mind! He added Wellbutrin XL 150 mg daily to Zoloft 100 mg daily. This helped for about four months, if for no other reason than I was numb. Amazingly, in spite of major depression and anxiety, I did quit smoking! So, the addition of Wellbutrin was not a total waste. How I managed to pull this off in the midst of utter desperation, I will always wonder.
However, within four months, the depression began to rear its ugly head again and by this time, I thought I was condemned to spending the rest of my life hopelessly depressed and despondent. I couldn't remember a time when I did not feel sad and I began to question why I was still alive. Every social commitment became a burden. I even avoided my family during the holidays. I found that the only time I was not unhappy was when I was asleep and having those vivid dreams. Not much of a life, even with 300+ T cells!
Most of my waking hours were spent avoiding contact with anyone because of my shaky emotional state. I would cry at the drop of a hat and could not bear to spend time with those whom I most loved. Somehow, their presence made me even more vulnerable to an emotional meltdown. What is most disturbing as I look back is that I was unable to reach out to any of these folks for help. I was ashamed of my inability to cope and didn't want to be a burden on them.
Each of the symptoms I experienced became worse gradually -- almost insidiously so -- until I saw that article in POZ. Something clicked in my mind and I realized that the story I was reading about was not unlike my own. I must give Sean credit, though, for not waiting four years to finally say, "Enough!"
The next morning, I faxed a copy of the article to my health care provider and called, asking that he review it and allow me to at least take one week off from Sustiva to see if I, like Sean, saw an immediate difference. He agreed and said we would start Viramune if I saw a difference.
The change was almost immediate. Within two days, the sense of hopelessness began to abate and it was as if a switch had been turned off or a pall lifted from me. The only way I can describe this change is to compare it with chronic pain that one day is gone. There was (and still is) a strange sense of quiet and peace that I had lost for four years.
I have replaced Sustiva with Viramune without any major liver enzyme elevation. The addition of one pill per day is an easy price to pay for the ability to crawl out of a seemingly black hole. While I don't advise anyone to change medications that are working, this is one time I waited much too long to make a change. However, I didn't realize I had become part of the 2% who were severely effected by Sustiva until I was in the grips of major depression.
I am grateful to Sean's article and to my health care provider who was willing to listen to me. Now, a few tidbits of advice about my folly here. Don't think that you must accept severe side effects. That is one of my personality flaws and I own it. Also, don't allow depression, for whatever reason, to rob you of the life you deserve. Depression is one of those demons that has a way of perpetuating itself. It seemed to me that depression took on a life of its own and would not let go until I found its source. Luckily, my depression -- for the most part -- was induced or exacerbated by a medication. By withdrawing the offending prescription, I was able to deal with it.
Depression is not a condition to be ignored or dismissed. It is serious and can be fatal if not dealt with properly. Understand that many of those suffering from depression feel hopeless and as if nothing can be done. This is typical. There are several self-assessment tests on the Internet. One in particular I found useful was at www.intelihealth.com, which included a Center for Epidemiologic Studies Depression Scale (CESD). Upon completion and if your score indicates clinical depression, there is a report you can print out to take to your health care provider. One other recommendation is to always promise yourself at least one call to 911 should your depression become overwhelming and you feel suicidal. Also, there is an agency in our building, Positive Impact, whose mission is to provide mental health counseling for those living with HIV. Their number is (404) 589-9040.
I am fortunate my solution was as simple as it was. And at this time, I feel whole again, and I am grateful that there is life after Sustiva -- and not a bad one, I might add.


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12 Rooms Dripping in Jewel Tones
Every room should be the crowning jewel of your home
When the deep autumn sun glints off an emerald or orange sapphire, something magical happens. The gem suddenly becomes mystical, almost magical. The same can be said for these 12 rooms that share that deeply unique gemstone shade.
This emerald room commits to the beautiful shade in velvet paneling and couch. Touches of gold bring out the luxe factor.
Designer: Patrick Hamilton
Ocean Blues
Blue décor is a staple in any desinger's handbook, but this deep blue wall is the perfect unexpected pop of a tried and true shade. Metallic hints modernize the room, while the antique Louis Vuitton trunk adds a flair of traditional elegance.
Design: Jean Liu
Cozy Citrine
One of the most underutilized jewel tones, a citrine color, is stunning when deployed in expert hands. This room goes all in for the color and even adds in bits of bright orange to bring the room together.
Designer: Shazalynn Cavin-Winfrey
Gilded Amethyst
Purple and gold aren't reserved for New Orleans homes or Mardi Gras celebrations. This purple wallpaper glows with gold accents creating an inviting powder room for a lady of leisure to enjoy.
Designer: Kendall Wilkinson
Pretty Pops
Decorating with jewel tones doesn't have to result in a space overloaded with rich colors. This white room is the perfect backsplash for pops of sapphire, topaz, emerald, and amythest.
Designer: Kerry Howard
True Jewel
This space encapsulates what it means to decorate with jewel tones. Blue walls, green ceiling, ruby pillows, and that distinctive shade of citrine tie the room together. It's almost like sitting in a jewelry box!
Designers: Lance Jackson and Davud Ecton
Amethyst Allusion
Even just a tiny splash of a deep amethyst can add a new layer of richness to a room. This space in the Napa Valley Showhouse is pulled together by accents of purple in the folded blanket, window treatments, and carpet.
Design: Casey Howard
Emerald Elegance
This emerald foyer accents the bright, light room just beyond. Jewel tone accent rooms bring a dash of excitement to any space.
Designer: Corey Damen Jenkins
Totally Topaz
The glow of the sun enhances this golden room. The ameythst bed and ruby red headboard add a touch of deep color to the bright space, balancing it all out.
Designer: Annabel Karim Kassar
Sapphire Splash
Sapphire and salmon may sound like the name for a bad singing duo, but these colors truly complement each other in this colorful Chicago home.
Designer: Summer Thornton
Glorious Garnet
Blue lacquer has been all the rage lately, but this garnet wall with strong purple undertones might just take the cake for best use of lacquer.
Designer: Christina Murphy
Continental Combos
Just because tigers live in Asia and most emeralds are mined in Africa doesn't mean they don't work well together. Just ask Elle Cole, who used this combination in our 2016 Hampton showhouse.
Designer: Elle Cole


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Oracle Database Locks And Latches...What A Difference!
Over this past year an unusually large number of my students have looked at me strangely (option 1, options 2) when I state that latches are not locks. There are distinct differences between the two in both purpose, design, and application. Quickly contrasting these two serialization control methods is what this blog entry is all about.
Oracle sometimes needs to be in control...
At some point Oracle must ensure certain actions occur one at a time, that is, serially. Oracle serialization control has two broad applications. First there is relational object (e.g., the employee table) control, in which enqueues are used. Second, there is memory structure (e.g., cache buffer chains) control in which latches and mutexes are used.
Locks employ enqueues to ensure relational structure access control
Oracle uses locks implemented through enqueues to ensure relational objects are changed in an orderly fashion. When an Oracle process needs to lock a relational structure, either explicitly or implicitly, the lock request is placed into a queue. That's where we get the word "in"-queue. When the lock is given, the request is dequeued. (Kind of like a stack's push and pop functions.) Precise ordering is maintained to ensure a deadlock does not occur. Many years ago as an Oracle application developer I distinctly remember being repeatedly told how to properly lock and unlock a series of Oracle tables. In other words, Oracle's locking mechanism was very well defined and dependable. I had to make sure I understood this to avoid encouraging an application deadlock. I like to say that compared to latches and mutexes, enqueues are very boring and mature. You know exactly what's going to happen and in what order. Absolutely no adventure whatsoever!
A massive requirement difference...
Memory structure list serialization control is an entirely different beast and an exciting one at that! Oracle must closely maintain tight control over memory structure list access, otherwise deep and extreme corruption would occur. Memory structure lists are fundamentally different than relational structures as well as buffers (and a buffer's associated buffer header). For example, the cache buffer chains, the least recently used lists, and the write lists are linked lists made up of buffer headers. Buffer headers do not contains rows, they contain pointers to other buffer headers, their associated data block and buffer, and control information. Buffer headers are not relational structures and they are not Oracle buffers. As a result, Oracle needed a way to control access to these and other memory lists.
Latches/Mutexes use a spin and sleep algorithm to ensure memory structure list serialization control
In stark contrast to Oracle locks, latches and mutexes do not use an orderly acquisition and release strategy. Latches and mutexes employ a spin (i.e., repeated attempts to acquire the latch/mutex) and sleep (i.e., backing off a bit after failing to acquire the latch/mutex) methodology. The session successfully acquiring the latch/mutex got lucky when it just happened to make a request attempt (by checking a specific memory address) after the latch/mutex became available yet before a competing session attempted the acquisition. So it's not an order thing, it's a probability thing: eventually the session will likely acquire the latch/mutex, but there is no guarantee. This is what makes latching and mutex acquisition so interesting and exciting compared to boring enqueues!
If you have been wondering about the differences between an Oracle lock and latches/mutexes, I hope this entry has helped clear things up a bit. If you want to dig into serialization in more detail, just go to my web-site and search for latch. And of course I dig into this topic in my Oracle Performance Firefighting course and book.
Thanks for reading!
If you have any questions or comments, feel free to email me directly at craig at orapub.com.
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"You are an important person just the way you are."This Thursday would have been Fred Rogers's 80th birthday. In observance of the date, the City of Pittsburgh (Rogers's homebase) is inviting folks everywhere to wear their favorite sweater -- if you have one, a zippered cardigan would be most appropriate -- and send in a photo or video. Here's a video explaining "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" Day.
Fred McFeely Rogers wasn't disabled, but for many American children, his show was an early introduction to people with disabilities, adults and children, as "neighbors"--ordinary, interesting, full members of the community. Longtime cast members on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood included Chef Brockett (played by the late Don Brockett), owner of Brockett's Bakery, who sometimes talked about his physical disability (he had a visible limp); and Mayor Maggie (played by Maggie Stewart), who was a professional ASL interpreter as well as a town executive. Violinist Itzhak Perlman was a guest on Rogers's show, and later played at Rogers's funeral, expressing his admiration for the man.
Children with disabilities were regularly cast as Mr. Rogers's friends, and he spoke with them in the same vein of polite curiosity and spontaneous decency that he did with all his guests. (See the late Jeff Erlanger's fond remembrance of his appearance on Mr. Rogers, including clips, here.) In a well-known episode of the show, Rogers took viewers to visit Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh, to demystify the experience of hospitalization. Rogers's Let's Talk About It: Extraordinary Friends (Penguin Putnam 2000) is a picture book for very young children, featuring photos of six real kids playing, disabled and non-disabled, with short bios of each kid in the back--so they're not just models or wheelchair users, they're real kids--pet owners and team members, who like pizza and dolls and swimming. The text of my favorite page:
"If you feel like trying to help somebody, it's a good idea to ask first. Sometimes people want help, and sometimes they don't."I'll be wearing my cardigan tomorrow.


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Many ideas and algorithms come from imagining points on 2d and 3d spaces. Be it in function analysis, machine learning, pattern matching and many more.
How do mathematicians think about higher dimensions? Can intuitions about the meaning of dot-product, angles and lengths transfer from 2d geometry to a 100d?
If so, would it be enough to fully understand the higher dimesions, namely, could the same problem in 100d have properties\behaviours that are not seen in 2d\3d?


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Aug. 29, 2011-- The Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries (LDWF) has received photographic evidence of the presence of a cougar in Vernon Parish.
A private citizen sent LDWF a trail camera picture taken Aug. 13, 2011. LDWF Large Carnivore Program Manager Maria Davidson and biologist Brandon Wear conducted a site investigation that confirmed the authenticity of the photograph.
"It is quite possible for this animal to be captured on other trail cameras placed at deer bait sites," Davidson said. "Deer are the primary prey item for cougars; therefore, they are drawn to areas where deer congregate."
It is unlikely this cougar will remain in any one area longer than it would take to consume a kill. Cougars do not prefer to eat spoiled meat and will move on as soon as the Louisiana heat and humidity take its toll on the kill.
"It is impossible to determine if the animal in the photograph is a wild, free-ranging cougar, or an escaped captive," Davidson added. "Although it is illegal to own a cougar in Louisiana, it is possible that there are some illegally held 'pets' in the state."
LDWF has documented several occurrences since 2002. The first cougar sighting was in 2002 by an employee at Lake Fausse Point State Park. That sighting was later confirmed with DNA analysis from scat found at the site. Three trail camera photos were taken of a cougar in Winn, Vernon and Allen parishes in 2008. Subsequently on Nov. 30, 2008, a cougar was shot and killed in a neighborhood by Bossier City Police Department.
The mountain lion, cougar, panther or puma are names that all refer to the same animal. Their color ranges from lighter tan to brownish grey. The only species of big cats that occur as black are the jaguar and leopard. Jaguars are native to South America and leopards are native to Africa. Both species can occur as spotted or black, although in both cases the spotted variety is much more common. Although LDWF receives numerous calls about black panthers, there has never been a documented case of a black cougar anywhere in North America.
The vast majority of these reports received by LDWF cannot be verified due to the very nature of a sighting. Many of the calls are determined to be cases of mistaken identity, with dog tracks making up the majority of the evidence submitted by those reporting cougar sightings. Other animals commonly mistaken for cougars are bobcats and house cats, usually seen from a distance or in varying shades of light.
The significant lack of physical evidence indicates that Louisiana does not have an established, breeding population of cougars. In states that have verified small populations of cougars, physical evidence can readily be found in the form of tracks, cached deer kills, scat and road kills.
The recent sightingsof cougars in Louisiana are believed to be young animals dispersing from existing populations. An expanding population in Texas can produce dispersing individual cougars that move into suitable habitat in Louisiana. Young males are known to disperse from their birthplace and travel hundreds of miles seeking their own territories.
Cougars that occur in Louisiana are protected under state and federal law. Penalties for taking a cougar in Louisiana may include up to one year in jail and/or a $100,000 fine. Anyone with any information regarding the taking of a cougar should call the Operation Game Thief hotline at 1-800-442-2511. Callers may remain anonymous and may receive a cash reward.
To report verifiable sightings of cougars with physical evidence such as photos, tracks and/or scat, please call your nearest LDWF Field Office at:
Minden 318-371-3050
Monroe 318-343-4044
Pineville 318-487-5885
Lake Charles 337-491-2575
Opelousas 337-948-0255
Hammond 985-543-4779
For more information, please contact Maria Davidson at 225-931-3061 or firstname.lastname@example.com .
The Department of Wildlife and Fisheries is charged with managing and protecting Louisiana's abundant natural resources. For more information, visit us at www.wlf.louisiana.gov on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ldwffb or follow us on Twitter @LDWF.