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Thirteen-year-old Sanjay Chhetri has a recurring fear: that one day, the dark, dank mine where he works will cave in and bury him alive.
Like thousands of children in India's remote northeast, Chhetri begins work in the middle of the night, ready to dig pits, squat through narrow tunnels and cut coal shards.
At 1.37m, the skinny teenager is the perfect fit for a job in the lucrative mining industry in Meghalaya state, whose crudely built rat-hole mines are too small for most adults to enter.
Each day Sanjay makes his way down a series of slippery ladders in the pitch-dark, carrying two pickaxes, with a tiny flashlight strapped to his head.
Seven months into the job, he still walks gingerly, taking care not to miss a step and fall 50m.
Once he reaches the bottom, he squats as low as he can and slips into the 60cm high rat-hole, pulling an empty wagon behind him.
That's where his nightmares begin.
"It's terrifying to imagine the roof falling on me when I am working," he said.
Twelve hours later, he will have earned 200 rupees (US$4) for a day's work, more than his parents make as laborers in the state capital Shillong.
The eldest boy in a family of 10, Sanjay left school two years ago when his family could no longer pay the bills.
"It's very difficult work. I struggle to pull that wagon once I have filled it with coal," he said.
As he shivers in coal-stained jeans and flip-flops — revealing wrinkled feet that look like they belong to a much older man — he says his parents constantly ask him to return home to work with them.
However, he is not ready to leave the mines yet.
"I need to save money so I can return to school. I miss my friends and I still remember school. I still have my old dreams," he said.
Mine manager Kumar Subba says children like Sanjay turn up in droves outside Meghalaya's coal mines, asking for work.
"New kids are always showing up here. And they lie about their age, telling you they are 20 years old when you can see from their faces that they are much, much younger," he said.
Baby-faced Surya Limu is among the most recent recruits to join Subba's team in Rymbai Village.
Limu, who claims he is 17, left his native Nepal for Meghalaya when his father died in a house fire, leaving behind a widow and two children. Unlike his more experienced colleagues, Limu moves slowly down the precarious mine steps, his delicate features straining with the effort.
"Of course I feel scared but what can I do? I need money, how else can I stay alive?" he said.
Child labor is officially illegal in India, with several state laws making the employment of anyone under 18 in a hazardous industry a non-bailable offense.
Furthermore, India's 1952 Mines Act prohibits coal companies from hiring anyone under 18 to work inside a mine.
However, Meghalaya has traditionally been exempt due to its special status as a northeastern state with a significant tribal population.
This means that in certain sectors like mining, customary laws overrule national regulations. Any land owner can dig for coal in the state, and prevailing laws do not require them to put any safety measures in place.
Shillong-based non-profit Impulse NGO Network says about 70,000 children are currently employed in Meghalaya's mines, with several thousand more working at coal depots.
"The mine owners find it cheaper to extract coal using these crude, unscientific methods and they find it cheaper to hire children. And the police take bribes to look the other way," Impulse activitst Rosanna Lyngdoh said.


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Though the third season of Jerry Seinfeld's Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee was supposed to debut next week, the first episode has somehow already hit Youtube. Starring Seinfeld, Louis CK, a boat, and a beautiful little Fiat Jolly, it's full of funny, insight, and somehow even wisdom, all at the same time.
In case you're really on the fence about watching this one, and I have no idea why you would be because go watch it right now, they take a bright orange Fiat Jolly up to Chelsea Piers where they get on Louis' boat for a ride up the Hudson. On the way they talk about the joys of getting crushed in a little Fiat Jolly, what it's like to smoke pot and go to the movies, and a great little story about Louis' first attempted outing on the Hudson.
Seinfeld and CK are great comedians in that they not only tell jokes, but they also tell stories. And this video is full of them. Make sure to watch the whole thing, but do it fast. As it appears to be a bootleg copy, it'll probably be removed pretty soon.
UPDATE: As predicted, it looks like the video's been taken down. While we wait until the real thing debuts or a mirror pops up, here's a brief little clip from the episode wherein Louis CK talks about how he goes to the movies by himself and has a nice time. Oh, and he smokes a whole bunch of the devil's lettuce first:
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Lifecom Inc., a Portland company that has developed a graphical medical record and diagnostic system that employs artificial intelligence, raised more than $1 million from angel investors, mostly consisting of physicians. Lifecom plans to use the funding primarily for sales and marketing, said CEO and founder Dr. Steve Datena. It will also help product development and engineering.
Lifecom also announced the appointment of Dr. Charles Kilo, chief medical officer at Oregon Health & Science University, to its board. He is also one of the investors. "It's a very advanced product with advanced capabilities," Kilo said. "An interesting aspect of health care has been to get physicians to use electronic health records. It's taken off recently."


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Trucks dump dirt at Valmont City Park on Thursday. The dirt will be used to shape the bike park planned for the spot just south of the Boulder County Jail.
BOULDER, Colo. — After more than a decade, a plot of land Boulder voters envisioned as a park with community-wide appeal took a major step toward reality Thursday night.
The site review for the first, $4.5 million phase of the Valmont City Park was approved unanimously by the Boulder Planning Board, clearing the way for a 45-acre section of the park that will include a bike park, trails, a dog park, a "tot lot" and a disc-golf course.
"When the idea for this park first started, it was meant to be an active park that could be a place for several different activities," said Alice Guthrie, a superintendent with Boulder Parks and Recreation. "And we really think we've accomplished that with this plan."
Voters approved a tax to pay for the park in 1998.
Construction is expected to start this summer or fall on the first of three phases of Valmont City Park, which in all covers a 132-acre parcel in northeast Boulder. The first phase is expected to be finished in about a year.
The bike park — which includes several different levels and types of terrain, such as dirt tracks and a cyclocross course — is already being designed with help from the Boulder Mountainbike Alliance, which has donated $70,000 to the project.
The bike park is "the first built anywhere, that we know of," Guthrie said.
The development of Valmont City Park has been a long and sometimes-complicated process.
Between 1999 and 2003, the parks department tried to find private or nonprofit partners to help develop the park. But after those attempts fell through, staffers went back to the drawing board.
The Valmont City Park Advisory Group was formed in 2007, and it restarted the process of trying to formulate the park.
After the group submitted a concept plan, the Planning Board made some suggestions, such as trying to reduce auto congestion and increase vegetation, and the City Council approved the concept last summer.
The parks department found much of the money to pay for the first phase of construction from the sale of two parks properties, which netted a little more than $3 million.


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What's a sport? We think competitive eating is a sport, and if you want to play around, we suppose rock paper scissors is a sport too. But how far can you push it? Claynation's Clay Travis makes the argument that counting is the new hot pseudo sport.
What's counting? Exactly that: Counting. And he's interviewed a guy who is currently counting out loud to 1,000,000. It's taking him weeks, and it's more difficult than he thought.
As far as just the counting, the 40 and 50 thousands got to me a little bit and I think it was because of the friction of the F's. I started getting sores on my bottom lip. But that's gotten better with time. When I got into the 140 K's and 150 K's it wasn't nearly as bad. Also, the 60s and 70s trip me up because of the two syllable change. There's lots of things going on there.
Well: That explains the sores, at least.
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The National Institute of Standards and Technology and several partners announced round two of the SmartAmerica Challenge: the year-long Global City Teams Challenge.
Announced earlier this month during the U.S.-Africa Leaders Summit Business Forum, the Global City Teams Challenge is a contest to develop technology that addresses local community issues, including air quality, traffic management and emergency services coordination, according to a NIST statement.
NIST is working with US Ignite, a non-profit that fosters the creation of next-generation Internet applications for the public good. They will help organize teams, or "action clusters," of representatives of local governments, non-profits and private companies to build, deploy or test applications based on the Internet of Things (IoT).
"Many established cities have similar goals of improving air quality or delivering better health care – and emerging regions want to be smart from the start. But those projects often address only one city or region at a time," said Chris Greer, director of NIST's Smart Grid and Cyber-Physical Systems Program Office. "The Global City Teams Challenge will help communities around the world work together on shared challenges. They will identify standards and measurements to guide technology innovators in creating solutions that can work anywhere and lay the groundwork for a future of smarter cities."
The challenge also benefits companies and non-profits by giving them a chance to test their solutions in municipal testbeds, and demonstrate them to potential new customers. The projects' results will also help NIST's Cyber-Physical Systems Program Office develop technology-neutral standards that will facilitate research and adoption of IoT technologies.
The challenge starts Sep. 29-30, 2014, with a two-day workshop at NIST's Gaithersburg, Md., campus. Anyone can participate, and the kick-off meeting will be webcast, allowing international participation in the workshop. Registration for the challenge is here.
"Our goal is to cut in half the time and money it will take for cities to deploy advanced engineering and information technologies to better manage their resources and improve everything from health and safety to education and transportation," said Greer in a blog. "Such collaboration accelerates innovation, and it means the Internet of Things will not need decades to mature as the Web did."
The Internet of Things, sometimes referred to as cyber-physical systems, involves connecting computing-like devices within the existing Internet infrastructure. IoT examples in the community space include systems that can help a robot coordinate with a dog or human in a search-and-rescue operation or help health care providers evaluate the recovery of patients after they leave the hospital, said Greer in his blog.
Other systems, he added, "could include smart manufacturing that brings production right to your neighborhood, getting you the parts you need faster while supporting local jobs. Affordable technologies could create smart homes that include automated safety alerts and a community awareness network to protect the elderly and other vulnerable populations. And smart vehicles could not only communicate with one another and traffic signals, but also with pedestrians to prevent collisions. These are just a few of the projects led by the SmartAmerica Challenge teams."
Aside from NIST, other partners in the challenge include the National Science Foundation; the departments of Transportation and Health and Human Services; and, from the private sector, Intel, IBM, Juniper Networks, Extreme Networks and ARM Holdings.
In June, 24 teams from industry, academia and government demonstrated their IoT systems projects at the SmartAmerica Expo. The projects showcased ways IoT can improve transportation, emergency services, health care, security, energy conservation and manufacturing.
Also in June the USPS Office of Inspector General issued a request for information exploring how the Postal Service can use the IoT to improve processing, delivery and overall efficiency. Respondents were asked to submit a conceptual design of how new sensor and other data collection technologies could improve Postal Service operations.
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We welcomed back Dr. Pal Brekke to discuss the Northern Lights, his new documentary video on the Northern Lights, and solar activity. During our one hour show, we started with the Northern Lights and his video, "Northern Lights-a Magic Experience DVD." You can see the trailer to the video and order it at www.solarmax.no/Aurora/DVD.html. Dr. Brekke introduced us to the Northern Lights, talked about Northern Lights tourism, and where the best locations are to see them and during what season. Our guest was asked about the same thing happening in the southern hemisphere and he said yes, the Southern Lights or Polar Lights. Not only did Dr. Brekke talk about his documentary video but we discussed some of the mythology associated with the Northern Lights, mostly on the fear side of things. Dr. Brekke then talked about how the Northern Lights can move south, sometimes even being visible as far south as Florida. He then explained why this happens re the solar wind putting pressure on Earth's magnetosphere. Our guest was asked about the various colors in the lights and he explained it using a neon tube for advertising purposes as an example. B John asked a series of questions including one about telescopes and gravitational lenses. We then switched over to talk about sunspots, CMEs and the 11 year solar cycle. A listener asked Dr. Brekke to explain solar weather and space weather, then Dr. Brekke was asked if Earth's climate is impacted by sunspots and if so, how. Don't miss this discussion. Jack sent in a question asking how close one can get to the sun without feeling the intense temperatures or having hardware destroyed. You will be surprised by what Dr. Brekke said in response to this question so don't miss it. Our next topic included short comments on existing and future solar missions planned from Europe and the U.S. B John then asked about a possible repeat of the Carrington Effect and what that might mean for Earth based and orbiting electronic hardware. Dr. Brekke had much to say about such an event and the potential damage that could happen were another Carrington Effect realized. Near the end of our discussion, a listener asked our guest how best to take photos of the Northern Lights. He suggested using an SLR type camera, not a point and shoot or cell phone camera, use a tripod, a low f stop and a very high ISS setting. He then touted the Sony A7S camera. Before our discussion ended, our guest was asked about the best tools for solar research over the past decades and most important findings. Again, don't miss his answer. As the show was about to end, the final listener question was how scientists predict how much life is left for our sun. Wait till you hear how much hydrogen the sun burns every second!
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As biologists and ecologists propose ever-larger conservation areas in the tropics, ones that encompass multiple countries, social scientists say it's local people banding together with their community leaders who ultimately determine the success or failure of such efforts in many parts of the world.
"When people sacrifice to conserve, they want to benefit from that sacrifice," says Patrick Christie, University of Washington associate professor of marine affairs and a Pew fellow in marine conservation. "People expect direct economic and social benefits from conservation."
Conflicts develop, however, when outsiders move in to take advantage of improving environmental conditions. Managing such conflicts poorly generally leads to the collapse conservation efforts, he says.
Friday during the American Association for the Advancement of Science annual meeting in San Diego, Christie reported on how such conflicts are being successfully handled by small, Filipino non-governmental organizations, community members and their mayors in 36 communities with marine protected areas. Marine protected areas are sites in which these communities do not fish in order to restore overfished coral reefs.
Christie organized the session "Ensuring Marine Policy is Responsive to Social Dynamics and Management Experience" with Richard Pollnac of the University of Rhode Island. The session looked at marine conservation efforts in the tropics in regions such as the six countries of the "Coral Triangle": Indonesia, Malaysia, Philippines, Papua New Guinea, Solomon Island and Timor-Leste. The vast majority of ocean biodiversity is found in the tropics. Then too, most of the people who live there are highly dependent on marine resources for food, so sustaining those resources is a concern of leaders around the world from a food-security standpoint, Christie says.
Christie has conducted studies in the Philippines where residents have extensive experience with ecosystem-based management and hundreds of marine protected areas. The success of those protected areas varies widely, he says.
"What's exciting about work in the Philippines is that conservation can be successful if people don't see it as being forced on them. They need to have the sense they are in the driver's seat," he says.
Christie says social dynamics determine the success of ocean conservation. In his study in the Philippines, more than 500 people were asked such things as the number of community meetings they'd attended on conservation areas, how — on a scale of one-to-five — they thought their opinion mattered, if someone from their community was on the governance committee overseeing the area and if they felt their community's mayor listened to them.
Then there were measurements of biological changes once conservation areas were established to see, for example if fish numbers were up or corals were healthier. Residents also were asked if they felt catches had increased and if they felt there were more or less fish.
One important finding was that participatory planning and leadership at the mayoral level was key to dealing with the illegal fishing that troubles so many members of the communities making sacrifices in conservation areas. Unlike in the United States, there is no Coast Guard to enforce rules and no courts to turn to for relief, so collaboration between localities becomes very important.
Fostering collaboration, perhaps by helping train community leaders, and focusing on other factors concerning governance and social conditions is as important to the success of conservation areas as using the right biological and ecological parameters, Christie says.
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Grains were wildly mixed today with large moves in the spreads. Corn started the day strong but managed to close at the lows of the day at $6.01 for July (down 7 cents). July wheat was down 6 cents at $6.26 ½. July soybeans were sharply higher on the open but only finished 11 cents higher at $14.76. This is a full 20 cents from the morning session high. In fact the November soybeans had the best close of the day finishing 18 ½ cents higher. Part of this strength in the November contract may have been from large "bearspreading" activity in the July – Nov bean spread late in the day after making a fresh high this morning.
To start the day we were hearing rumors of massive Chinese old crop soybean purchasing. The USDA did not announce any official sales for soybeans this morning but they did announce a number of corn sales. They announced 90,000 MTs of old crop corn to China, 172,000 new crop corn to China, and another 420,000 MTs of new crop corn to "unknown". Despite these sale announcements corn was unable to hold the strength it found on the opening and quickly made its way lower.
Ethanol production was down from last week but stocks were lower as well. Crude oil traded lower early and helped spur the weakness in corn. There was an article out earlier about Iran possibly halting their nuclear expansion to escape the oil sanctions. This helped ease some oil supply concerns.
Export sales will be released tomorrow and will be watched closely at this time of the year and at the current estimated export demand. The average analyst estimates for the report are as follows:
Corn: 550,000 – 1,000,000 MTs
Soybeans: 800,000 – 1,300,000 MTs
Wheat: 350,000 – 700,000 MTs
It appears yesterday's "mad-cow" scare has not picked up much speed. One Korean grocer did announce that they would halt the sale of US beef until further notice of its safety from their government. Livestock futures were higher today after yesterday's "limit-down" move.
We have had two days of strong corn sale announcements and corn can't seem to catch any strength. It may have been that these sales were less than what was rumored, but this is still not a great sign for price action. We will have to see what effect the export sales report will have on price tomorrow morning.
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Profile of Tea Party Historian
This month the Tufts Journal ran an article on the university's early American historian Benjamin Carp (also one of the earliest and most supportive readers of Boston 1775). Ben's working on a book about the Boston Tea Party.
The article highlights the global reach of that local topic:
While the Tea Party took place in Boston, Carp sees it as a demonstration of how the world was interconnected even several hundred years ago. The tea itself, he points out, was grown in East Asia, sweetened with sugar harvested by Afro-Caribbeans, and poured and savored by East Asians and Europeans.I hadn't considered this aspect of the tea crisis before hearing Ben talk about it, but Customs records show that in the early 1770s Boston merchants were legally importing, and thus paying the tax on, more tea than their counterparts in Philadelphia and New York.
He also notes the connections between a British company with financial stakes on the other side of the world and the American colonists. The British East India Company was the main purveyor of tea to Europe and to the American colonies. The company did business in Bengal, where it was blamed for making a devastating famine worse by hoarding rice, resulting in price increases.
"The company was getting rich off Bengal and behaving poorly," Carp says. "Americans knew about this and worried they would be next."
Many histories of the Revolution present Bostonians as inveterate smugglers; certainly that's how Loyalists like Peter Oliver described them. In this case, however, the Boston merchants might have been in trouble for not smuggling. In the eyes of Philadelphians and New Yorkers, they were helping the London government raise revenue even as they complained about Parliament's taxes and where that money was going.
Ben suggests that in 1773 the Boston Whigs felt pressure to make no compromise over refusing to land the tea. Meanwhile, Gov. Thomas Hutchinson and the North American Customs Commissioners, based in Boston, were more insistent than the royal authorities elsewhere that the tea must be landed. (Hutchinson also had financial and family interests in the tea business.) That set the stage for a direct, all-or-nothing confrontation in Boston harbor while merchants and officials in other ports found ways around the issue.


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4. Results Show Your Work!
Everyone has a boss they want to impress! When it comes to non-traditional marketing campaigns, results can be tricky to measure, so get as much evidence of your work as possible. If you were buying advertising, you would show your boss/client the great ad that you purchase in LUCKY magazine. With non-traditional, or street, or guerrilla marketing, you can still show them how cool you are. Get photos! Get event reports! Hire a videographer or a professional photographer. Do what it takes to make sure that your initiatives are very well documented. If you take this step, you will be covered, even if the program isnt as effective as initially planned.
(Important note: When it comes to reporting, make sure that what you have in mind regarding reporting is well communicated to your team. A photo from a cellphone is technically an event photo, but it is not going to show well in a presentation to the board of directors. Be clear in what you are expecting and you have a much higher likelihood of not being disappointed by the results you are provided).
5. Package Make it Creative
How do you break through to your target demographic? Packaging has a lot to do with things. Whether your teams are dressed in leotards instead of khaki, or you are giving them branded fruit instead of flyers, think about what will shake your target from the rigors of their daily pattern enough to see what you are showing them. Singing telegrams, or flyer distribution on roller-skates, Segway Marketing, or BASE Jumping from buildings make a stir and the window of impression will open long enough for your point to hit home.
6. Leave it to the Professionals
Dont try to do it alone. Leave it to the professionals. We all see those commercials where there is a warning that says These Are Trained Professionals. Do Not Attempt to Try This on your Own. The same is true with street marketing, guerrilla marketing and non-traditional marketing. The professionals know what they are doing. (Full disclosure I work for Attack! Marketing, www.attackmarketing.net. We are a nation-wide promotion staffing firm. We believe we are the best in promo staffing, but there are many options to choose from). Pick a company that you can work with, that provides solutions to the things that are important to you, and that makes your life easier, in the short and long term.
Not all programs go 100% perfectly. In fact, it is the wise man that anticipates issues and makes plans to counter-act the issues, rather than believing everything will go perfectly, only to be disappointed because they have no back-up plans.
By using a professional street marketing agency, you can get all the resources you need, and if anything is not as you intended, they will fix it for you. A good promotional agency will have contingency plans to account for the what ifs of a campaign, they will have back-ups, and a 24-hour support line. Plus, even though you may think you can do it alone, with the help of a source like craigslist, do you really want to add Hiring Personnel or Firing Personnel to your list tasks and responsibilities. Stick to what you do best, and let the professionals make your life easy, instead of letting a marketing and promotional campaign make your life hell.
7. Have a Great Team
The difference between an excellent promotional campaign and a rotten one can be determined by the street team you have on the ground. This is not an area where you want to skimp. You can have the very best materials, the very best call to action, and you could have anticipated your target demographic so well that you are at the perfect event, but without a A+ Team (of Managers, Staffers, Samplers, Spokesmodels, Emcees or Costumed Characters) to attack at will, you are at risk. Look for Enthusiasm, Professionalism, Ingenuity, Self-Starters, and Experience. Attractiveness is always a plus, and with some programs a major necessity, but that should not replace any of the above qualities and remember you will always get more and better results from someone who is truly excited that they were picked to be on the project rather than someone who felt it was your privilege to have them there.
8. Hit em @ all Levels
The best defense is a good offense, and the best offense is one that attacks from all sides. Do not put all your street marketing eggs in one basket. Hit em @ all levels. This means diversify how your consumer is targeted, and where. Be at as many of the places your consumer is, and interact with them in as many different & compelling ways as your budget allows. Marketing 101 tells you that it takes 7-10 times of a consumer to see your product/name before the messaging is effective.
A good street-level marketing campaign should include at least 3-5 of the following street components: flyer distribution, product sampling, strategic retail store drops, wild postings, permission-based postering, sidewalk stencils, guerrilla projections, Segway marketing, roach baiting, branded pizza boxes/coffee sleeves, publicity stunts.
9. Good Timing
Understanding the question of WHEN is very important. If you are promoting a nightclub, flyer distribution during the day is not going to be as effective as hitting your target at night. If you are doing a coffee promotion, cruising the entertainment district in the evening may not be as effective as hitting commuters on their way to work in the morning.
Think about your product. Think about your target audience. Knowing their behavior will allow you to know the WHEN that makes your campaign a WOW.
10. Twist the Norm
Be unexpected! Be shocking! Make the public look. If you have a great to-market approach, your audience will have no choice but to look, listen and absorb. Shake it up. If you are promoting a movie, pass out popcorn. If you are doing a tradeshow for dental professionals, give the public floss. For every great promotion that hits the mark on timing, relevance, call to action, etc., taking a moment to anticipate what the public will expect and twisting it ever so slightly will catch their eye, make them remember it and compel them to share the experience with others. That is true viral marketing, true guerrilla marketing major impact from minor cost due to creativity and solid execution.


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William was tall and thin and shy and awkward in school. His best social tool was that he played the piano, and so was recruited for school musicals, which placed him at rehearsals and cast parties with kids he would otherwise scarcely have known. He thought he would be either a pianist or a physicist, although he didn't know anyone in Montana who did those things professionally. His piano teacher was a banker's widow who gave lessons in her lace-curtained house, and his physics teacher was primarily the wrestling coach. But William could imagine another kind of life.
Through the musicals, he became friends with Bridey Taylor. Bridey had golden curls, like a Botticelli angel, and a face that didn't go with them: a long, straight nose, dark eyes. She had a clear, bright mezzo-soprano voice and she wanted to be an actress. Her mother had left when Bridey was nine, and she had grown up with her father, a lawyer, who adored her. Bridey was confident, even a little vain, and she was good at school, except for math, which didn't interest her. William helped her through trigonometry, teaching her the concepts at lunch before tests so she could forget them immediately afterward.
William had no girlfriends in high school, and his mother once sat him down at the table in her spotless kitchen and asked if he was gay. She said it would be fine with her. She loved him unconditionally, and they would figure out a way to tell his father. But William wasn't gay. He was just absurdly, painfully in love with Bridey Taylor, who leaned on the piano and sang while he played, and he had no way of telling her. He was too shy to pursue other girls, even when the payoff seemed either likely or worth the agony. But he didn't tell his mother that. It was too humiliating. He just stammered an unconvincing denial.
Other boys asked Bridey out, and William suffered through it. She viewed them with amusement, but she accepted most invitations. Encouraged, in their junior year William decided to ask her to the winter formal. He was getting ready, vibrating with anticipation, when Bridey told him that a tennis-playing senior named Monty had invited her.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I guess."
William excused himself from homeroom and went to the disinfectant-smelling tiled bathroom. He waited until he was sure that no one else was there, then threw up in a green graffiti-marked stall. He hadn't thrown up since he was six, when he had the flu, and it was harrowing. His body seemed to have been taken over by some alien force.
But Monty made a mistake. He sat Bridey down in his parents' living room, two days after the dance, and told her that he'd wanted three things out of high school: to be captain of the tennis team, to get into Berkeley, and to have a serious girlfriend. The first two had already happened, and Bridey would be perfect for the third. She reported the conversation to William, laughing. "He was so earnest," she said. "About his goals."
William made a mental note never to be earnest with Bridey.
In September of their senior year, the World Trade Center and the Pentagon were attacked and the towers fell. William's parents were out of town, and he overslept, waking when Bridey called him.
"Wake up!" she said. "Terrorists are attacking America."
"Where?" he asked, groggy with sleep.
"_Every_where," she said.
At school, teachers brought out television sets on A.V. carts, and they all watched the news, silent and dazed. In November, troops were sent to Afghanistan. In December, Bridey's father came to her and William with a request. He'd been asked to arrange a proxy wedding for a Marine corporal in Kandahar and his fiancée, who was in North Carolina and pregnant. They wanted to give the child his father's name and a death benefit if something went wrong. Most states didn't allow proxy marriages, and Montana was the only one that allowed double-proxy weddings, in which neither party had to be present. The practice seemed to have been allowed before statehood, and had been used for soldiers during the Second World War, but no one knew exactly why it had arisen: possibly because it was difficult to travel long distances to a courthouse to marry an out-of-state sweetheart. Mr. Taylor asked Bridey and William to be the proxies. He'd asked his secretary and his paralegal first, but they'd had no interest.
William's mother thought that it was a good idea, and a way to do something for the country when everyone felt helpless: a small offering. William thought that she hadn't believed his claims of heterosexuality before, and was happy with the idea of his marrying a girl. He wondered if Bridey's father thought he was gay, too—or just dickless and unthreatening.
But William took the thing seriously; he couldn't help it. Even a fake marriage to Bridey Taylor filled his heart with unaccountable joy, and he went home after school and put on his dark-gray recital suit and a tie. He and Bridey were getting fifty dollars each, and he thought he should dress for the job.
At the county courthouse, he found Bridey with her sneakered feet up on a heavy wooden table. Her hair was pulled back in a stubby, curly ponytail, and she wore the jeans and sweatshirt she'd put on for school. She glanced from William's face to his suit.
"You look nice," she said. There was annoyance in her voice.
"Thank you," he said, mortified.
Bridey looked like an ordinary girl in a sullen mood, not like the love of anyone's life, and he felt a flicker of hope—not that she would ever come to love him, but that someday he might not be in thrall to her, he might be free. She was chewing gum.
"I think we should have champagne," she said to her father, who was in shirtsleeves. "It's a wedding."
"You aren't old enough," her father said. He was a big man, bearish but kind, and he had scared William at first, though he didn't anymore.
"I'm old enough to get married," Bridey said.
"Not really," her father said.
The marrying couple had sent photographs, and Bridey dropped her feet to the floor and propped up the photos against two water bottles on the table. The bride had light-brown hair and freckles on a wide, open, pale face, and the groom was in uniform. "They aren't going to last," she said. "I can tell."
"Bridey," her father said, looking over his glasses. "This man could be killed any day. Show some respect. Spit that gum out."
Bridey rolled her eyes, folded the gum into a scrap of paper, and tossed it into a wastebasket by the door. Her father's secretary, Pam, came in to serve as a witness. She had neat, short gray hair and she was wearing a dress, for which William was grateful.
Mr. Taylor began reading from a piece of paper. "We are gathered here today to join this couple, who have applied for and received a marriage license from the state, in holy matrimony. Do you, Bridey, take this man by proxy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold by the laws of God and of this state?"
There was a silence. Then Bridey said, "Oh! Sorry. I do."
"Do you promise to love him and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Bridey said. William's heart thudded twice in quick succession. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, and he found himself looking at her narrow wrists and the fine, downy hair on her arms. He was shot through with desire. So much for being free.
Her father said, "Do you, William, take this woman by proxy to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold by the laws of God and of this state?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to love her and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"
William's voice caught. "I do."
"Then I now pronounce Shelley Jean Jackson and Anthony James Thibodeau man and wife." Mr. Taylor put the paper down.
"That's it?" Bridey asked.
"That's it," her father said. "And you have to sign."
William signed his name, his hand shaking only a little, and Bridey signed hers. Pam signed as the witness. Then Bridey's father produced a folded stack of cash and peeled off one fifty-dollar bill for Bridey and one for William.
"We're rich!" Bridey said. "Let's go get food."
They sat over bowls of chili in a green booth downtown, William self-conscious in his suit. "Why the bad mood?" he asked.
"I told my mother I'm applying to conservatories," Bridey said. "To study musical theatre. She said it was a clichéd and superficial thing to do, and that anyway I'm not pretty enough. Almost, but not quite. She just wanted to be honest to save me the disappointment later."
"That was sweet of her," he said. "I thought you weren't in touch."
"We aren't, much," Bridey said. "I used to see her once a year, but it confuses her now that I'm not a little girl anymore. So I don't go visit. I thought she'd lost all that scary maternal power, you know? 'Are you really wearing that dress?' That kind of thing. But I guess she hasn't. Do you know why she left?"
William shook his head. Bridey never talked about it, and he'd only heard rumors.
"She met a psychic channeller who put her in touch with her past lives. She was always into past lives—that's why she named me Bridey. Some woman got hypnotized a long time ago and said she used to be an Irish girl named Bridey Murphy, who died, and she had all these details, and there was a book, but reporters checked and the dead girl never existed. Except my mother still believes it's possible. She moved to Oakland to be near her psychic. One of her other past lives was as a pioneer woman, digging potatoes with her hands. One was as a French courtesan before the Revolution—my mom thinks that's why her French is so good. I used to want her to be interested in this life, you know? She has indoor plumbing in this life, and a daughter. But she likes the other lives better." Bridey rubbed her nose. "I just wish I didn't care."
"Of course you care," William said. "She's your mom."
"She still is."
Elbow on the table, Bridey rested her temple in her palm, fingers in her curls. "D'you think that couple'll stay married?" she asked. "The ones today?"
"I hope so."
"D'you believe in true love and all that?"
William cleared his throat. "I think so."
Bridey buried her spoon in the chili and let it fall with a clink to the bowl's white rim. "I don't know, though. What are the chances? That you'll meet that one person?"
"Better than the chances of contacting a dead pioneer woman."
She smiled, but her eyes grew shiny with tears. "I guess."
"She gave you a good name for your new job," he said. "Proxy Bride-y."
Bridey laughed and wiped at her eyes. "So I should give her more credit?"
"No," William said. "You give her too much."
Bridey's father asked them to do another proxy wedding that winter. When they met at the courthouse, Bridey brought her acceptance letter from a conservatory in Chicago and showed it to William. She was in a spectacular mood, hugging her father when he arrived, flirting with William during the ceremony. But William knew better than to think she was actually flirting with him. It was just her happiness spilling over.
Other soldiers heard about the proxy law, and William and Bridey did three more weddings on a single day in the spring, and three in the summer after they graduated. It got easier for William as the ceremony became familiar. His heart didn't trip over itself so much when he said "I do."
Then he went to Oberlin to study piano, and Bridey went to Chicago. College was busy, and they were only sporadically in touch, but at Christmas they met in the courthouse for another wedding. Bridey's father wasn't there yet, and William and Bridey sat at the heavy wooden table. She was thinner, and it shocked him. She had never been fat, but she had always been a little rounded; now the roundness was gone.
"It's exhausting," she said. "The girls there are really dancers. I'm killing myself to catch up. And they're—I don't know. Ruthless. They come from places with serious theatre programs, where you have to be better than three hundred girls to get a part. Here I just had to be better than three other girls. So they've become these thin, flexible blades of ambition, and I'm—I don't know. This goofy girl who wants to sing and dance."
"That might be a good thing," William said. At college, he played piano for ballet classes for extra money, and he knew what she was talking about, the hardness of the dancers. "You might seem fresh, and better."
"I don't think so," Bridey said.
"Do you have friends?"
"I do. But they—you know how here, the bad kids drink beer from kegs and get in fistfights and go sledding drunk?"
William smiled. It was one of the things he'd been happiest to get away from.
"There," Bridey said, "they do Ecstasy and strip to that Leonard Cohen song 'Everybody Knows.' Or to any song, really. And then fall into bed with whoever's there. It's like they have these fabulous bodies and don't want to waste them. 'There were so many people you just had to meet without your clothes'—that's the line they like."
"Do you—" William's voice caught with the imagining of it. "Strip?"
"God, no," she said, and she laughed her old laugh, her angel's curls bouncing around the face he loved. "I'm such a prude. I stay sober and keep my clothes on. But I'm always terrified."
They went through the familiar ceremony, but Bridey wasn't familiar to him. There was something vulnerable and uncertain in her eyes now, and it pierced his heart.
Two days later, she came to his parents' Christmas party in a tight red dress. She did a good impression of having her old confidence, standing by the tree laughing, a glass of champagne in her hand, her hair golden in the Christmas lights. William's father raised his eyebrows at him with approval, and with what seemed to be a question.
William only shook his head. What could he say to Bridey that wouldn't sound too earnest, and frighten her away, and ruin everything? He thought of poor rejected Monty, who had seen the thing that William's father saw now. Monty had tried to grab it, clumsily, with flat-footed talk of goals, and Bridey had laughed and slipped out of his grasp.
In January, William went back to school and threw himself into practice, into work. He started writing music, tentatively. He stopped playing for ballet classes and wrote a piano quintet. It was difficult and reminded him of his old love of physics, of working out complicated problems and trying to keep multiple ideas in his head at the same time. The night he saw it performed by other students, he decided that he would switch from performance to composition.
The Iraq invasion brought more soldiers who wanted to marry. Bridey's father was depressed by the war, but he kept performing weddings; he said it wasn't the soldiers' fault that the war was wrong. But the following spring, when the Abu Ghraib photographs emerged, Mr. Taylor shut down his proxy business. "We're done," he said. "I'm done."
William thought there must be a long compound German word for the way that large events in the world could affect your personal life: the scale was reduced to the point of insignificance, but the everyday effect was amplified. No more proxy marriages meant very little contact with Bridey, now that they were at different schools. She wasn't so concerned about what day, exactly, he'd be getting home on break.
He worked all the time, and his back ached from hours at the piano, so he went to the gym to strengthen it, and his body changed. His chest deepened, his arms grew stronger. He even got a girlfriend, finally: a dark-haired oboist named Gillian, who explained to him what woodwinds could and couldn't do, after he showed her a piece he'd written that would have required bionic lungs.
Gillian knew that when she finished school and started looking for a job in a symphony there might be no positions for an oboe—or, if she was lucky, there might be just one, and many people would want it. She had not spent hundreds of hours hunched over a table making reeds for nothing. She knew how old all the principal oboists were, whether they were married to someone whose work might take them to another city, and whether they were happily married. She was determined to get whatever spot came up, and she had ambition to spare for William. Neither his parents nor his old piano teacher had ever had exactly that. They wanted him to be happy, but Gillian wanted him to be prominent.
"There might be an opening in Tampa," she said, lying in his dorm bed. "Would you come to Tampa? You could work as well there as anywhere."
Looking at her beside him, her fine dark hair fanned out on his pillow, mascara smeared touchingly under one eye, he realized that he wouldn't go to Tampa if an oboist dropped dead and Gillian got the job. He wondered if this was how other people plumbed the secrets of their own hearts, with tests like "Will you go to Tampa?"
"I'm going to graduate school," he said.
Gillian's brow furrowed. "Where?" she asked.
He could see her running through the oboe list in her head: life expectancies, marital chances.
"I don't know yet," he said. "I'm tired of Ohio. I haven't gotten much further than that." It was true; it didn't matter where he went. He was grateful to Gillian, for her cold ambition and her warm company, and for the abundant sex, but it wasn't fair to let her think that he'd go to Tampa. And it wasn't her fault that she wasn't Bridey Taylor.
Proxy applicants began to write beseeching letters to Bridey's father, and finally he relented. At Christmas, William and Bridey did five weddings in a row. After they graduated, they had a docket of seven. Pam, the secretary, said that the first couple had written their own vows, and asked if the proxies could say them. She gave them each a typed sheet of paper.
"It's O.K. with me if it's O.K. with you," Bridey's father said.
Bridey picked up her script and turned toward William. "I will run through the rain for you," she read, stifling a laugh and taking refuge in the page. "I will worship your feet, even your crooked baby toe with no toenail. I promise to devote myself to your happiness even when the things you do don't always make me happy. And I will remember that no proxy in the world could stand in for you, not truly, because you are irreplaceable to me, you are the man I was meant to spend my life with, and I hereby put my heart in your hands." She put down the script. "Oh," she said, startled. "That's really—I'm sorry I laughed."
William caught the secretary, who had known Bridey since she was a child, watching them across the room. He avoided her eye.
In July, Bridey moved to New York to audition. William told himself that he could go to New York, too. But Bridey wasn't asking, and graduate schools were, and Indiana University offered the most money.
"You're tired of Ohio, so you're going to Indiana?" Gillian asked him on the phone. "What the hell is the difference?" She still hadn't forgiven him for breaking up with her, which was flattering. He hoped that she would get a job without something too terrible happening to another oboist—no lymphoma, no shattering divorce. But he knew that Gillian would be happy either way.
William liked Bloomington, with its lush, towering trees, and fireflies at dusk, and its austere gray university buildings. He settled into work, and got a tutoring job helping brilliant Korean violinists with shaky English write their music-theory papers. One morning, he picked up a newspaper in a café while waiting for coffee, and saw the name of a sergeant he and Bridey had married; he had been killed by a roadside bomb. William was sure it was the same name. After that, he avoided newspapers. In school, this was easy to do.
Bridey called him sometimes from New York, more often than she had from school. She was working nights at a restaurant in the Village, then going home to Brooklyn and waking in the dark to put on full makeup and stand in line for early-morning chorus calls back in Manhattan. She wasn't getting parts, and she was demoralized. He didn't tell her about the sergeant.
"The last casting director told me I wasn't an ingénue," she said. "She said I have an ingénue's hair, but there are always wigs for that, and I don't have the right face. She said I'm really a character actress, but I'm not old enough for the roles yet. I'm not old enough for my face. So what am I supposed to do? Wait thirty years to have a career?"
"Something will come up," William said. "They'll want someone with your look."
"I don't know," Bridey said. "I'm not a real dancer."
"Thank God."
"And I'm just so tired."
"You need to sleep," he said. "Or you'll look old enough for the character parts really soon."
Bridey laughed, and then it turned into something like a sob. "Maybe my mother was right," she said. "I'm just not pretty enough."
"Bridey," he said. "You've been there eight months."
But they had the same conversation after two years, then three. Sometimes there were happy calls about jobs: a cat-food ad that paid bills, a touring company that never made it to Indiana. But rejection was wearing her down. Sometimes he went weeks without thinking of Bridey, and sometimes she haunted him. Then came a year when there were no calls, no e-mails, no word.
The first news he had was a call from his mother, who had run into Bridey's grandmother at the grocery store. The proud old lady had said, "I don't know what Bridey's doing trying to be an actress. But you know she just married a lovely young man. Well, maybe not so young. But I'm told he's lovely."
William felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. He couldn't find the breath to talk normally to his mother, and she seemed to understand.
"I'm sorry, William," she said.
"Thank you for telling me," he managed to say.
He waited for Bridey to call, but she didn't. Finally, he texted her: "What's new?" She didn't respond.
He was working on a commission, but the notes swam together every time he looked at it. He sat at the keyboard in his apartment, but his head spun with thoughts of what he should have done differently. He'd known Bridey had boyfriends, but somehow he never thought that she would marry someone else. She married him, William, every time they were home. He wondered if that had made it easier to do it for real—if marrying so many times without personal consequence had made her wander blindly into the wrong marriage. Because it was the wrong marriage, he was sure. How could it be anything else?
Finally, he started working again. Without Bridey to hope for, he felt that he was living in a timeless universe. It was a peculiarly freeing state. He didn't worry about whether the music he was writing was good or bad. Sometimes he seemed only to be channelling it. He thought about Bridey's mother's psychic, calling up past lives, and wondered if the music was coming from somewhere else. Sometimes he knew that he was actively composing—thinking about what a bassoon could do, how long a note could be sustained, how long dissonance could be tolerated before it had to resolve into something sweet. But even then he felt cut loose from his critical sense. He was making something, and it gave him pleasure, and it didn't matter if it ever left his apartment, or if he ever left his apartment. As long as he never went out, there was no crashing self-consciousness, no awareness of the outside world.
But time did pass, and Christmas came. He told his parents that he couldn't afford to come home, and stayed in Indiana. What he couldn't do was go through another marriage to Bridey, who was already married. Or, worse, stand by while her new husband took over as the proxy.
In January, his mother reported that Bridey hadn't come for Christmas, either, and in February she called to say that Bridey was getting divorced, and was moving home. Listening to the silence on the line, William thought that maybe this was a dream or a fantasy on his part, just wish fulfillment.
"I think you should call her," his mother finally said.
"And say what?" [#unhandled_cartoon]
"She doesn't know you're in love with her."
"I'm not."
"Oh, William, I'm your mother," she said. "I think I know you a little bit."
"I can't call her."
"Sometimes I think you two are determined to be unhappy."
"She's not unhappy," he said.
"That's not what I hear."
"Then stop listening!"
There was another silence. "Come home this summer," his mother said. "I'll buy you a ticket."
William tried to recover the blissful, anesthetized working state he had been in, but it was harder now. He was distracted. The spell had been broken.
The small-town smoke signals, relayed to Indiana, kept him informed about Bridey. She was working in her father's office, filing, and waiting tables in a downtown restaurant. He wondered if Bridey got news about him, too. Did the smoke signals work without a mother to receive them?
In June, he went home and got his answer: he had been in his parents' house only a day when his phone rang. Bridey's name was on the screen. He picked up, and something deep in his belly thrilled, against his will, to the sound of her voice.
"My dad wants to know if you'll do another wedding," she said. "Just one."
He said nothing.
"Who's been doing it since we've been gone?" he asked.
"No one. He hasn't been doing them."
"I heard you got actually married."
"I did." He could hear her trying to keep her tone light. "Turns out I'm not so good at the real thing."
"Who was he?"
"He owned the restaurant where I worked," she said. "Do you remember 'The Jungle Book'? When the python hypnotizes Mowgli, and his eyes twirl, and he'll follow the snake anywhere, and let himself be strangled? That was me. I was Mowgli. But I slipped the coils."
"Oh," she said wearily. "He was sleeping with two of the other waitresses. Is that enough? Look, I can tell my dad you can't do it."
"I'll do it," he said.
When William parked his mother's car in the courthouse lot, there was a woman beside him in a red pickup truck, crying. The air was brisk and the tall, old stone building imposing, with the new prison built alongside it.
Inside the courthouse, the room they usually used was locked, so William backtracked to the clerk's office. The girl in front of him in line, who looked about seventeen, was picking up a restraining order. A bosomy clerk at a desk held a phone receiver to her shoulder and asked, "How do we do a dissolution of marriage if the husband is in Afghanistan?"
He wondered reflexively if the dissolving marriage was one of his and Bridey's. Other people's pain. The courthouse was full of it.
A clerk let him into the locked room, and William dropped his backpack on the heavy wooden table, folding his long body into a chair. He was early. He tented his hands in front of his face, as if they could shield him from seeing Bridey. "If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me." That was Auden. William had set the poem to music for a pretentious tenor at school. But what did Auden know, padding around in filthy carpet slippers, filling teacups with cigarette butts? Auden, by his nature, was always going to be the more loving one, so he'd tried to make the longing admirable and desirable. William knew from experience that it wasn't. The role of the human brain was to rationalize suffering.
Bridey came into the room. She wore jeans and a button-down shirt, one corner tucked in. It had been two years since he'd seen her, and the hard angles of her face surprised him. She looked tired and beaten down, with dark circles under her eyes. But she had the same ringlets bouncing around her ears, the same sweetly discordant face. William's tented hands couldn't protect him. His heart ached at the sight of her. She sat and hugged one knee, a sneakered foot on the chair.
"How's the composing?" she asked.
"It's all right." He was suddenly sure that he shouldn't have come. Seeing her, hearing her voice, was opening wounds he had sewn tightly shut, with great effort and resolve. "How is it being home?"
She smiled. "It's a little bit awful," she said. "There are certain women who are thrilled to see me waiting tables. They order a salad and say, 'Well, you went off to be a big star and now you're back here, hmm?' It confirms all their beliefs about the futility of leaving. So, you know, I'm making people happy. That's important."
Her father walked in and clapped William on the shoulder. "Good to see you home," he said. "The couple wants a videoconference. I said you wouldn't mind."
"Video!" Bridey said, touching her hair. "You could've warned us."
"They just told me," her father said. He pulled a laptop from his bag and gave it to Bridey, along with a Post-it with two user names scribbled on it. "They want to Skype, whatever that is."
"I'd have washed my hair if I'd known," Bridey said. "Do they want to see you, or just us?"
"Just you two," her father said. "I'll be right back."
William pulled his chair beside Bridey's while she set up a Skype account for her father. Their faces appeared on the laptop's screen. Bridey scooted her chair closer, and William felt her knee brush his. He looked down at the keyboard. He didn't want to see his own face, and didn't trust himself to look at Bridey's.
She fluffed her curls. "Are you O.K. with this? I should have asked."
"It's fine," he said, hating the harshness in his voice. "But after today you have to find someone else."
Bridey looked at him, startled. "Really?"
"It's too hard for me. I can't do this anymore."
"Why not?"
"Just call them," he said. "Let's get it over with."
So Bridey did. William waited, agitated and awkward. He still felt like a gangly kid, because that was how Bridey had always known him. He shouldn't have told her he was quitting until they'd finished. He didn't want to see the couple they were marrying, and be reminded of how little the ceremony had to do with him and Bridey.
But then the bride and groom were there, a young black couple in separate windows at the top of the screen. The bride had wide eyes and a smooth bob. Behind her was a living room in Virginia. The groom was in Iraq, and wore digital desert camouflage. Their names were Natalie and Darren.
"Hi," Bridey said. "I'm Bridey and this is William. We're your proxies."
The bride frowned. "I asked for black proxies, but the lawyer said you're in Montana. I guess it's pretty white there."
"It is," Bridey said, apologetic. "I'm his daughter—the lawyer's daughter. We always do the weddings."
"O.K.," Natalie said.
Darren asked, "What's your success rate?"
"Well, everyone gets married," Bridey said. "You mean do they stay married?"
"I don't know," Bridey said.
William remembered the dead sergeant's name in the paper, and the question about the dissolution of marriage, and he pushed both thoughts away.
"I wish this was the proper thing," Darren said. "Like if I was home."
"It's legal," Bridey said. "You'll be married."
"See, baby?" Natalie said to her fiancé. "It's all right."
"It just feels wrong," he said.
"I'm sorry," Bridey said. "Thank you for your service."
The soldier nodded. William resisted the urge to look at Bridey in surprise. Thank you for your service? Where had she learned to say that?
Mr. Taylor came back to the room with Pam, who wore a flowered dress, and they sat down. "Ready?" he asked.
William and Bridey nodded, and her father started the familiar ceremony. "Do you, Bridey, take this man by proxy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold by the laws of God and of this state?"
"I do," Bridey said.
On the screen, Natalie started to cry.
William answered in turn, and he saw Darren mouth the words silently along with him, looking fiercely intent. Bridey's father pronounced them man and wife, and Natalie put her hands over her mouth and tried to control her tears.
As he signed his name and the date, William hoped the couple would be happy together. He hoped Darren would make it home. Bridey's father and Pam came around the table to wave at the camera and offer congratulations, and then left with the paperwork. William and Bridey were alone with the couple on the screen.
"You're married now," Bridey said. "I wish I could say, 'You may now kiss the bride.' "
Natalie was rescuing her eye makeup from her tears. "What, you don't provide that service?"
"No," William said firmly.
"Oh, come on," Natalie said. "To seal it. I'm a superstitious girl. You're lucky I don't ask you to jump over a broom."
William turned in confusion toward Bridey. "We could jump—" he began.
But then it just seemed to happen, as if by magnetic force, as if human lips couldn't be in such proximity and not meet. William's eyes closed. He was kissing Bridey Taylor. It was too much to take in. Her lips were soft and warm and she smelled of something sweet and vaguely spicy. Ginger, maybe. In her hair.
Then the kiss was over and Bridey looked up at him with an expression of puzzlement. She was blushing; he could see a pink tinge rise in her cheeks. His ears burned painfully, and he knew they were turning bright red.
There was a whoop and the sound of clapping, and William turned to see Natalie applauding them. Darren was grinning for the first time. Bridey gave a little bow to the camera.
Her father walked in, and they both stood up instinctively, like schoolchildren caught in some mischief. Their bench made a screeching noise as it slid back across the wooden floor. They said goodbye to the couple, and there were thanks and good wishes, and Bridey started to put away the computer.
Mr. Taylor frowned at William. "Is something wrong with your ears?"
William clapped his hands over them. "They just get hot sometimes."
Mr. Taylor looked suspicious, but he put his computer into his bag and left.
"Your ears really are red," Bridey said, when they were alone.
"It happens."
"I remember," she said.
"You do?"
She nodded and raised her hands to his ears, cool fingertips on the hot rims of cartilage.
"Please don't do this, Bridey," he said. "Don't toy with me."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"Did you feel it, before?" she asked. "When we—when they asked us to kiss?"
"Feel what?"
"Something shifted, all of a sudden," she said. "Like it came into focus."
"Not for me." His voice was hoarse.
"No?" She looked disappointed.
He shook his head. "It was always there for me." His legs were trembling.
She frowned doubtfully, and he thought of his mother saying, "She doesn't know you're in love with her," and of his anger that Bridey could possibly be so dense.
"It's true," he said.
Her eyes went through a whole sequence of emotions: surprise, then compassion and sadness, and then something that looked like joy. Her face flushed pink again, and she looked like the Bridey Taylor he had fallen in love with.
"How could you marry someone else?" he asked.
"I told you," she said. "I was hypnotized by a snake."
"That's no excuse."
"I don't know, then," she said. "I just—I didn't know."
"But now you do?"
"I do."
"Are you sure?"
In answer, she drew him close, to kiss the bride. William buried his hands in her curls, at the base of her neck, and felt her long-desired body press against him. Her soft mouth against his. The gingery smell. He thought he might weep with the relief of it, with the release of all the years of waiting, the intermittent periods of suppressed grief. Equal affection. Was this it? It didn't have to be exactly equal. He would take anything close. ♦


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"There is no more common enemy of true manhood than the diversion or the perversion of our sexual capacities. I welcome every contribution to the arsenal of resistance."
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Dear Set Yourself Up for Success:
Meet with your manager to determine how your work and job requirements can be done remotely from your home either full time or certain days of the week.
- Consider the effect of working at home on your customers, co-workers and manager.
- Determine your technological needs and agree on securing the tools and appropriate training to ensure productivity at home.
- Establish measurable performance goals and expectations.
- Discuss concerns and potential challenges of working virtually and ways to address these issues.
- Determine a process for regular check-in meetings to discuss how the virtual work arrangement is working – for you and the business.
- Check in frequently with your manager and co-workers to discuss how things are going and determine how to overcome challenges that may be identified.
Set yourself up for success – at home
Set up an appropriate work space that is separate and distinct from your "home space" and conducive to working effectively without interruptions.
- Design your work space for efficiency, with all the documents and materials you need.
- Create a healthy workspace – good light, comfortable temperature, ergonomic adjustable chair, computer keyboard and mouse suited to your needs, telephone headset, etc.
- Set boundaries with your family members.
- Ensure your family members understand that although you are home, you're working.
- Establish ground rules for work hours, interruptions, noise, etc.
- Do not use working from home as a substitute for child care.
Focus on performance and results
Be clear on your priorities, focusing on the expectations, tasks and responsibilities you and your manager agreed upon as measures of success.
Be proactive in communicating regularly with your manager, coworkers and customers to stay connected and resolve issues as they arise.
Ensure that your accomplishments, project status, outcomes and deliverables are visible to your manager and co-workers as appropriate – avoid being out of sight, out of mind.
Invite and encourage feedback from co-workers, manager and customers about how your virtual work arrangement is affecting them.
Be accessible, responsive and reliable
Utilize appropriate communication methods to stay connected with your manager, co-workers and customers.
Update your email, voicemail greeting, staff calendar etc. on a regular basis with your schedule, availability (or not) and contact information.
Check your email and voicemail frequently.
Demonstrate trustworthiness by being predictable, reliable, taking promises seriously and following through on commitments.
Manage your work and preserve time for your life
Find ways to "disengage" from work and have quality personal time when traditional boundaries between work and home life are no longer clear.
Set reasonable limits to your work hours and determine how to meet work requirements and still preserve personal time.
Build in short breaks and work during periods of peak energy.
Source: Diane Burrus, WFD Consulting, Waltham, Mass., April 4, 2013.
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The Solar-Log 2050 is a revenue grade metering assembly designed for commercial and industrial scale solar plants. The Solar-Log 2050 can be used for production metering or consumption monitoring. When combined with a Solar-Log® data logger, the assembly can offer performance data from inverter direct monitoring, power control, and automatic performance-based incentive reporting with purchase of a Solar-Log WEB Enerest™ XL subscription. The Solar-Log® communicates with an RS485 or pulsing meter to deliver high accuracy metering required by many plant owners, PPAs, and financing agreements for reporting, accounting, or billing purposes. The Solar-Log 2050 offers many customizable solutions to meet the needs of fleet managers, solar PV installers, reporting agencies, utilities, and end-users.
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The Caliber II 10" 50 Degree Satin Sea Foam trucks are designed for downhill, freeriding, carving, cruising, and freestyle. Cast with aluminum, the hanger measures 7.18" long with a 10" axle length. The 50 degree baseplate has a tight turing radius. With a barrel bushing for stability, the tall cone dives into carves.
The inner-step bushing seat has a large contact area for high rebound from the bushing.
The outer-step bushing seat is a perfect circle to provide a snug fit with oversized aftermarket bushings.
The decreased chamfer in the pivot cup seat increases contact with the baseplate. This creates a tight fit for the pivot pin.
The circular pivot hole matches the specs in Caliber precision trucks. This offers a consistent lean and avoides kingpin bite on the hanger.
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Hanger Length: 7.18" (182.38mm)
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A judge has ordered police to arrest Chief Keef after the Chicago, Illinois rapper missed a child support hearing last week, according to TMZ.com.
The rapper was ordered to appear at a child support hearing September 5 in order to explain why he had not paid more than $20,000 in child support, but he did not appear at the hearing, TMZ says.
Police are now allowed to arrest Chief Keef on site and incarcerate him until he pays about 20% of his child support debt, according to the site.
In May, Chief Keef was arrested twice. The first incident took place May 20 at Atlanta, Georgia's Le Meridien Hotel. Chief Keef was arrested for reportedly smoking marijuana. On May 28, the Glory Boyz Entertainment/Interscope Records artist was apprehended on Winnetka Road in Northfield, Illinois for a driving infraction. The then-17-year-old artist was cited by Chicagoland police officers for driving approximately 110 miles per hour in a 55 mph zone.
In March, Chief Keef was released from a juvenile detention center. He was incarcerated for a probation violation—using a firearm, as filmed in a video by Pitchfork Media.
Despite his legal issues, Chief Keef performed at Rock The Bells 2013 in San Bernardino, California Saturday (September 7). Last month (August), the rapper released the Bang Part Two mixtape, the Chicagoian's first official release of 2013.
Chief Keef's most recent project is a follow-up to his 2011 Bang mixtape. Other prominent releases from the Interscope artist include 2012's Back From The Dead mixtape, which spawned the viral hit "I Don't Like." Keef's 2012 major label debut album, Finally Rich, also included the popular street track. The video for "I Don't Like" has been viewed on YouTube more than 28 million times.
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Calvin Maglinger
The above photo of Calvin is a perfect capture of how he looked, but also his personality. He had a wonderful sly, witty sense of humor that he shared freely with everyone! Becky & I enjoyed visiting with Ruth & Calvin to hear Ruth set him up for a story or joke. He was a great local artist with one of his paintings "Water Street" of the Evansville downtown warf of the past used for the cover of the book "Around the Bend" by Donald Baker, former Director of Willard Library. We have a copy of this print along with "Doe Run" and "Foggy Morn" for three great works of art. Two are proudly hung in our living room along with Evelyn Steinkuhl's print of Willard Library. Calvin's parents were Fred Maglinger & Bertha Long. One of Bertha's brothers was Byron Long, my grandfather, which made my mother Bernadine Long and Calvin first cousins. Byron & Bertha along with Melvin, John Logan, Dave, Froni Hodge, Alice Woodward, Ellen Dickens & Nora Abrams were the children of James Tobias Long, Jr. & Nancy Francis Gardner. They had come from Horse Cave, Hart Co., KY to Owensboro, KY where most called home. Calvin & Ruth with sons Paul & Stan made their Evansville home in the area near Sunset Memorial Cemetery just north of St. George Road. Coincidently, when my younger brother, Don, was born, we lived on St. George Rd. near Atlas Van Lines to the west of the same cemetery and further east of the cemetery on St. George Rd. lived a distant cousin of Mom's maternal line (not related to the Long's), Joseph Fabian Mattingly.
Here is Calvin's Obituary from the Evansville Courier & Press:
Calvin C. Maglinger, 85, of Evansville passed away on January 20, 2010. He was born on December 5, 1924, in Owensboro, Kentucky, to Fred and Bertha Maglinger. Calvin was a U.S. Army veteran. In 1947, he married Ruth Lionberger and together they enjoyed 62 years of marriage. After WWII, under the GI Bill, Calvin entered the Kansas City Art Institute. He received a diploma in Graphic Arts and a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree. He also received a diploma in Commercial Art from the Famous Artist's School in Westport, Connecticut. Calvin worked for 12 years as manager of creative services for Texas Gas Transmission Corporation. He retired from The Evansville Courier & Press, a E.W. Scripps Co. newspaper, after 21 years as art director. More than twenty of Calvin's paintings have had prints sold nationally. His Regional Art Series, popularized in the 1980s, has been well received and has won wide acclaim. A recipient of numerous awards, the artist has been honored with one-man shows and his originals are in the collections of a number of Midwest art patrons. Calvin was given a special medallion from the Indiana State Museum for the painting, Foggy Morn. His painting, Quiet Time, appeared on the Artists of America calendar in 1995 and he completed historical paintings of the Ohio River for the Casino Aztar Evansville riverboat in 1999. He was also admired by and inspired many local Indiana artists, including Evelyn Steinkuhl.
Calvin was preceded in death by his infant son, Phillip Irwin Maglinger; and by siblings, J.W., Woodrow, Hoover, Homer, William and Odelia.
Survivors include his wife, Ruth; sons, Stan (Cathy) Maglinger and Paul (Jenny) Maglinger; grandchildren, Brad (Meredith) Maglinger, Jennifer (Kevin) Banning, Jessica Maglinger and Andrea Maglinger; great-grandchildren, Alexis, Isaac and Isabella; and by siblings, Fred Maglinger Jr., Ozzie Maglinger and Hazel Miller.
Funeral services will be held 11 a.m. Saturday, January 23, 2010, at Sunset Funeral Home. Burial will follow in Sunset Memorial Park. Visitation 4 to 8 p.m. Friday and 10 a.m. until service time on Saturday. Memorial contributions may be made on behalf of Calvin Maglinger to the Alzheimer's Association .
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NEWPORT, RI - The University of Massachusetts Dartmouth baseball team had a nine-run ninth-inning explosion wiped out by rain as they defeated host Salve Regina, 11-6 in eight innings in a non-conference game at Cardines Field Wednesday evening.
The Corsairs scored nine times in the top of the ninth, but since the game was halted by rain before the ninth could be completed, the final score reverted to what it had been at the end of eight innings.
The Seahawks took an early lead when catcher Dominick Di Sano homered in the bottom of the second, but the Corsairs came back with three runs in the top of the third. Sophomore left fielder Luke Bomback (Swansea, MA/Case HS) doubled home a run, then senior catcher Matt Worden (New Bedford, MA/New Bedford HS) doubled home two more. Right fielder Tyler Colby singled home a run for the Seahawks in the bottom of the third.
Sophomore center fielder Ryan Medeiros (Acushnet, MA/New Bedford HS/Eckerd) homered for UMD in the fourth, and then the Corsairs added four in the fifth. Sophomore shortstop Nate Farias (Fall River, MA/Durfee HS) knocked in a run with a sacrifice fly, senior designated hitter Tyler White (Westport, MA/Westport HS/Massasoit CC) doubled home two more, and freshman second baseman Taylor Cacciola (West Greenwich, RI/Exeter HS) singled in a fourth.
Left fielder Ryan Sweenor singled home two runs as SRU got three in their half of the fifth. In the top of the sixth, UMD added a pair on Bomback's sacrifice fly and an RBI single by sophomore first baseman Alex Newton (Saco, ME/Thornton Academy/Franklin Pierce).
Freshman right fielder Connor Shaw (Goffstown, NH/Goffstown HS) hit a three-run homer for UMass Dartmouth in the top of the ninth, but it was wiped out by the rain.
Junior left-hander Wayne Bolz (Billerica, MA/Billerica Memorial HS), who relieved starter Richard Budion (Brewster, MA/Cape Cod Tech HS) in the bottom of the fifth inning and allowed just one run in the final 3 1/3 innings, earned the win and improved to 1-0. Branden Hoxsie started for SRU and took the loss.
"Our approach at the plate was fantastic, we really played with an edge," said UMass Dartmouth Head Coach Bob Prince. "We hit well, it was a complete effort. Wayne Bolz came in and threw well for us; he really settled the game down for us on the defensive side. He threw strikes, pitched with a really good pace, and helped us protect the lead. Richie Budion, who started, went out and threw well also, allowing us to stay in the game."
The Corsairs improved to 8-11 with the victory, while the Seahawks dropped to 16-7 with the defeat. UMass Dartmouth will return to action when they visit Rivier Thursday. Salve Regina will visit Nichols Saturday.