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The onions made her eyes water. She chopped them into small pieces and threw them into the hot oil and watched while they sizzled and popped. Tears ran down her cheeks and fell unchecked onto the folds of her sari. If anyone walked in, she could blame them on the onions.
The walls of the tiny kitchen seemed to be closing in on her and the room felt smaller with every passing moment. The ache in her chest made it hard to breathe. Four walls didn't always make a home, they could also create a prison.
Gradually the tears turned to sobs and Shabana pressed her hand against her mouth to stop the sound escaping. Her mother always said that keeping secrets was a step away from telling lies. Ma was a wise woman.
The secret she had kept from everyone had given her more joy than she could ever have thought possible. Joy and a sense of power. The baby had been hers, all hers. She hadn't even told her husband. It had been her secret and she had wanted to savour every moment of it. It would only have been a question of time till she could no longer hide her growing belly. She knew that the moment her mother-in-law found out, the baby would belong to everyone else and she would just be the vessel, a means to an end. Maybe she was being punished for her selfishness.
She could hear her coughing nearby. She wiped her tears with the aanchal of her sari and added the remaining spices to the onions. Turmeric, chilli, coriander and salt. The smell was familiar and comforting.
Amma was always there watching, waiting for her to make a mistake, any mistake, so she could run to her son and tell him how unlucky he was to have been saddled with a gadha like her for a wife.
She would wait eagerly for the times that both Amma and Abba would leave the house, be it for a few hours to visit relatives or a few days to see her sister-in-law, Jamila. Those were the times she felt alive. The door to her cage would open, and for the briefest of moments, she would feel free.
She cut up the vegetables and threw them in the pot with the spices. Rokeya Chachi, their landlord's wife, had told Shabana that a pinch of panchforon added to the bhaji would give it that extra flavour. She looked around and found a little bit left in one of the small plastic containers cluttering the shelf and threw it into the mix. The aroma filled the kitchen.
Karim Chacha and Rokeya Chachi had always treated her with kindness and on the rare occasions when she was alone, Rokeya Chachi would call her over to sit and watch television with her. Those fleeting moments spent watching a film, listening to the latest Hindi songs or just whiling away time talking, made her feel like a person. Her kindly and overly nosey landlady appeared to know all the gossip and neighbourhood politics and relished filling Shabana in on all the goings-on.
Shabana could hardly believe her luck when the previous week her in-laws had taken the decision to go out of town for a relative's wedding. They had stayed for three days, three whole days. It felt like Eid had come early.
After the washing and cooking food for the evening, she had gone over and spent an hour with Rokeya Chachi enjoying the drama of a soap opera unfolding on her television screen. They had been munching away on some homemade samosas while discussing where to purchase cotton saris at the best price when she realised that something was wrong. The ache in her belly had made her feel sick. Rokeya Chachi readily accepted that the pain was from an upset stomach and that she needed to go home.
In the few minutes it had taken her to get home, the pain had become unbearable. By the time she stumbled through the door, she had barely been able to stand. It had taken all her strength to get to the bathroom. She had been helpless and unable to stop her body from rejecting her unborn child. After cleaning up after herself she lay in bed crying till her tears ran out. She felt like an empty shell. Her husband believed that she was suffering from one of her headaches and had left her to rest.
A week had gone by and it was her fault that she was the only one grieving the loss of her baby. How strange that everything could change from one breath to the next.
Another cough. She looked up to see Amma sticking her head in the doorway. Her hair was scraped back into a neat little bun at the nape of her neck and her sari was freshly starched. The first time she had brought Amma her sari freshly starched, she actually smiled and patted Shabana on the head. For a moment, she had forgotten that Shabana was the daughter-in-law she never wanted. At home, Ma had taught her how to starch saris by dipping them in the water saved from straining the rice and then rinsing the saris out. The starch gave them a crispness when they dried.
Looking at her, she thought her mother-in-law must have been quite beautiful when she was younger. These days a permanent scowl adorned her face and her teeth were stained from the constant chewing of betel leaves.
"Don't put too much salt in the bhaji like last time. It was inedible. Chee!" She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. Shabana tried not to laugh as she remembered her polishing every last morsel from her plate.
"Yes, Amma," she responded dutifully.
"And be quick, we're all hungry. Can't wait around all day for you to serve the food."
"Yes, Amma."
She could hear her mumbling as she walked away.
Her father used to tell her that she had magic in her hands, that the food she cooked left you licking your fingers and wanting more. Here, her cooking was always wanting. She sometimes wished she did have magic in her hands—to make Amma disappear.
Soon the bhaji was ready, chapattis were made and the tea piping hot. She called her husband and in-laws for breakfast. There was a small dining table in the room next to the kitchen with a small brown sofa and cane chair. The room was cramped but far better than the previous place they used to rent, where they ate on the floor of the kitchen.
She served the food onto Amma and Abba's plates and then her husband's. The three of them sat at the table eating while she fanned them. There was no ceiling fan in the room, just a table fan which was only used when the heat was unbearable. When Amma and Abba were away, Shabana and her husband would keep the fan in their bedroom and enjoy the coolness it provided, always being careful to put it back before her in-laws returned. Abba thought using the fan on a regular basis was a waste of money.
As they ate, she looked around the room, taking in the faded floral curtains and the small brass vase on the table filled with gaudy plastic flowers. The flowers made her sad.
A few months ago, they had been invited to Abba's niece's wedding ceremony. Shabana had found a stray marigold that had fallen from one of the decorations and put it in her hair. Amma had roughly yanked the flower out and thrown it back on the ground.
"I don't know what your parents taught you but in this family we don't behave in such a vulgar way." She had hissed at her.
When Shabana and her two sisters had been children, they would make garlands from flowers they found lying around. Her favourite had always been jasmine. The three girls would pretend they were princesses with their crowns of white scented flowers. How could flowers be vulgar?
When they returned home from the wedding and were finally in the privacy of their bedroom, her husband had tried to comfort her and that was the first time she realised that she loved him. He was a good man albeit weak.
She wondered what would happen if she told them about the baby. Amma would probably beat her chest and tell Shabana she was cursed. This was what happened when you took damaged goods to be your daughter-in-law. She could almost hear her saying it.
But this time her Amma wouldn't be wrong; she was defective. Ma and Baba didn't even think she would survive her first year. Unfortunately for Amma, gadhas were stubborn creatures.
Always a sickly child, she had problems breathing and every cold would go straight to her chest. Then, there were the headaches that felt like a thousand nails being hammered into her head. Sometimes they would only get better after she had vomited the contents of her stomach. These days, all she could do was to take some paracetamol and pray that the pain would subside. Abba thought it was an excuse for her to get out of doing her chores.
Life had taught her that there was no place for the old and physically weak or sick in this world. Even if Ma and Baba had never said it out loud, she knew she was a burden to them. Frequent visits to the doctor and medicine for something or the other didn't come cheap. Her marriage had been one where both families benefitted.
Ma and Baba said it was to secure her future. She would have a husband to look after her when they were both gone. Her in-laws had agreed to the marriage on the basis that her father would guarantee a job for her husband-to-be at the office where he worked and give them two mobile phones, a Seiko watch, two beds and an almirah. That was her worth.
She leant over and gave her husband another chapatti. He smelt of soap and his face was freshly shaved. She could see a small cut on the side of his chin and wanted to reach out and touch him, to tell him how sorry she was.
The delicate aroma of the food wafted up to her nose and she realised her stomach was rumbling with hunger. When they had first been married, her husband had suggested she eat with them but Abba said that she should eat after everyone had finished. She had hoped her husband would fight a little harder but he had just kept quiet. These days she preferred to have her meals by herself.
"Shabana, I left two files on the bed, can you get them for me? I need them for work today," said her husband, briefly looking up from his food. She nodded and went to fetch the files for him. The covers of the files were hard and shiny. They looked important.
"I hope they're treating you well at work Anwar Baba, you're looking tired," said Abba, gesturing with his hand for another chapatti.
"Yes, everyone is very nice, they've given me a project to look after and it's a big responsibility. Especially as I'm still quite new compared to some of the other fellows working there." There was a tinge of pride in his voice.
Abba smiled, "Don't let them work you too hard or take advantage of you."
"No Abba, I won't, don't worry."
"They are so lucky to have someone like you," said Amma. Shabana felt the remark was directed at her.
When everyone had left the room, she cleared up and washed all the dirty pots, pans, plates and cups. She ate a chapatti with the bhaji and gulped down a cup of tea. There was still sweeping and mopping to do before washing the clothes.
Life had become a routine for her, looking after the household and its members. Each day bleeding into the next. There was hardly anything to break the monotony.
A few months after being married, in fact, when her husband had got the new job promised by her father, he had taken her to see a Bengali film in their local movie theatre. Amma had stopped talking to him for the next few days and Abba unsurprisingly said it was a waste of money. Abba thought everything was a waste of money. They hadn't seen any films in the movie theatre since.
She gathered up the clothes for washing and realised that there was something heavy in her father-in-law's trouser pocket. She felt inside and took out his mobile phone. He must have left it there by mistake.
She looked around then slowly put it in the folds of her sari and walked silently to her bedroom. Inside the wooden almirah was small box of bangles. She opened the box and took out a piece of paper tucked into the bottom. She unfolded it with trembling hands and called the number. Her heart was pounding. She wasn't usually allowed to use the phone without permission.
Her father answered the phone. She could feel the tears pricking the back of her eyes.
"Shabana?" He sounded surprised.
"How are you, is everything ok?"
"I'm fine Baba, I just wanted to hear your voice," she said quietly. The last thing she wanted was for Amma to catch her with the phone.
"You're sure everything is alright? You don't usually call the office."
"How is Ma?" She asked instead.
"Yes, she's fine, she misses you. We haven't seen you for almost a month. You should come and see her soon…your sisters ask about you too."
"I will, Baba. Tell Moina and Rina to study properly and not to spend their time daydreaming."
"Don't worry, they are both working hard for their exams."
"Baba, I should go now," Shabana couldn't stop her voice from shaking. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted to come home, put her head on her mother's lap and let the tears out till there was nothing left. She wanted to feel her mother's hands stroke her head and hear her mother's voice telling her everything would be alright.
Instead she hung up and put the phone on the table in the living room. She hoped Abba would think he just left it there.
After washing her face and composing herself, she went back to finish her chores.
Even those few words with her father made things bearable and the rest of the day passed uneventfully. She was relieved when night time came and she could retire to the bedroom.
She lay down and closed her eyes. The weariness in her body seemed to have woven itself into every fibre of her being. She felt her husband reach for her, his hand brushing against her breast and she recoiled. Almost immediately, he pulled his hand away and turned to face the other way.
She felt guilty and wanted to reach out, to take his hand and place it on her belly. She wanted him to put his arms around her and take the emptiness away. Instead, they lay there in the dark, back to back, both silent. Soon the night enveloped them both.
The morning came too quickly and Shabana dragged herself out of bed. She could hear the morning azaan in the distance. The morning light washed over the streets and buildings around her and she watched through her window as Dhaka awakened.
Friday began much the same way as any other day. The only difference was Abba and her husband were at home. She prepared breakfast and finished her daily tasks and then she waited for them to leave the house for their jummah prayers before going for her bath.
She came out of the bathroom and combed her wet hair in front of the small mirror in the room. She was no beauty. Her eyes weren't big enough nor was her complexion fair enough. Passable in looks was how she would describe herself. But her hair was thick and long and she had been told that her smile was sweet. She wondered what her husband saw when he looked at her.
The day turned out to be a good one with both Amma and Abba eating their food without any complaints. On Fridays, she was allowed to eat lunch with them. She cleared away the plates and threw the fish bones in the garbage.
There was a knock at the door. It would probably be Karim Chacha to see Abba. Then she heard her father's voice. She hurried out of the kitchen to see whether she had been imagining it but found him sitting on the sofa with both Abba and Amma. He looked up as she entered the room. Her heart was pounding; she prayed that her mother and sisters were well.
"Baba?" She walked towards him.
"Shabana, there you are. I was telling your mother and father-in-law that after your phone call yesterday, I was very worried about you."
She glanced at Amma whose chest was heaving with anger. The look she directed at Shabana made it clear what was to follow when Baba left.
"Your Ma told me to come and make sure you're not sick…oh, and she sent some halwa for Anwar." He passed her a little tiffin carrier. She stood awkwardly for a moment, then put the container on the table and sat next to her father wanting to know everything that had been happening at home.
After a while she went to fetch some tea for everyone while her husband explained to her father the newest responsibility he had been given. Her father was all smiles when she returned with the tea.
The two fathers then sat discussing the recent strikes, both shaking their heads and saying that it was always the common people, people like them that suffered the most. Her mother-in-law barely said a word.
When her father finally took his leave, she found it hard to say goodbye without breaking down. Her husband offered to walk with him to the bus stop and she watched from the door as they both disappeared into the crowd.
Her mother-in-law was waiting for her in the bedroom.
"You ungrateful little wretch! What lies have you been feeding your father?" She shouted.
"Amma, I…"
Shabana barely had a chance to open her mouth before her mother-in-law's hand came down on the side of her face.
The slap took her by surprise. She raised her hand to her cheek. It felt hot and she tried desperately to hold back her tears. She didn't want to give Amma the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"How dare you take your Abba's phone without asking. A liar and a thief!"
"I didn't…"
The hand came down again.
This time she couldn't hold back the tears.
The third time the hand came down Shabana caught it in her own holding the wrist tightly as she pushed it away from her face.
"Enough!" The voice made both of the women turn around.
Her husband was standing in the doorway watching them. She had never seen him look like this. The pain in his face was visible but she could also see something else—anger. She was terrified it would be directed at her.
Her own anger was replaced with shame, mortified that he has seen her belittled and humiliated.
"Enough, Amma!" He walked over and put his arms around Shabana.
Amma opened her mouth to say something but he put his hand up to silence her.
"Are you all right, Shabana?" There was a tenderness in his voice that made her heart ache and she nodded her head.
He touched her cheek and his hand was cool and gentle on her face.
"Go and wash your face," he said, "then go and put on your best sari".
She looked at him, unable for a moment, to comprehend their meaning.
"Amma, I'm taking my wife out to see a picture. I'm sure you can make some food for us for the evening." There was a defiance in his voice she had never heard.
She barely had the courage to look at Amma's face and just stood there.
"It's alright, go and change your sari," he said softly.
This time she quickly turned around and ran to the bathroom to wash her face. She rummaged around in the almirah and took out a sari she had worn on Eid, a blue sari with a pink pattern, given to her by her parents.
When she emerged from the room he was waiting for her with a smile on his face and an expression she had been longing to see. Her mother-in-law was standing in the doorway. The look on her face was one of sheer hatred. In that instant, there was a part of her that didn't care. Shabana and her husband stepped out onto the street and were engulfed by a sea of people pushing and jostling them but she barely noticed. All she was aware of was her heart soaring.


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The International Olympic Committee on Monday said it is confident the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia, will be "safe and secure" despite a pair of suicide bombings that have raised terrorism concerns.
"I have personally written to the President of the Russian Federation, Vladimir Putin, to express our condolences to the Russian people and our confidence in the Russian authorities to deliver safe and secure Games in Sochi," IOC President Thomas Bach said in a statement Monday.
"I am certain that everything will be done to ensure the security of the athletes and all the participants of the Olympic Games," he said.
More than 30 people were killed in two suicide bombings over the past two days in Volgograd, Russia. The bombings in a train station and a trolley bus are sparking fears of terrorist attacks at the Winter Olympics in Sochi, which are six weeks away.
Volgograd, which is 400 miles northeast of Sochi and 500 miles southeast of Moscow, is a hub into the contentious North Caucasus region, long a hotbed for Chechen separatist groups.
Doku Umarov, the leader of Russia's Islamist movement, released a video in July vowing to unleash "maximum force" on the Sochi Olympics.
"They plan to hold the Olympics on the bones of our ancestors, on the bones of many, many dead Muslims buried on our land by the Black Sea," Umarov said, according to The Guardian. "We as mujahideen are required not to allow that, using any methods that Allah allows us."
The Obama administration condemned the bombing and on Monday said it would stand with Russia to combat terrorism.
"The U.S. government has offered our full support to the Russian government in security preparations for the Sochi Olympic Games, and we would welcome the opportunity for closer cooperation for the safety of the athletes, spectators, and other participants," said Caitlin Hayden, a spokeswoman for the White House's National Security Council (NSC).
United States Olympic Committee spokesman Patrick Sandusky said in a statement Monday that it would ensure "all appropriate measures are in place" to keep the U.S. delegation safe in Russia.
"We are always concerned with the safety of our delegation and the Sochi Games are no different in that regard," he said. "We will continue to work closely with the local organizing committee, our State Department and law enforcement agencies to ensure that all appropriate measures are in place."

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The 40 times figure applies to a single model year of a single Volkswagen under certain driving conditions. Another vehicle under different conditions was just nine times higher.
And both figures relate to a standard that the EPA just happened to pick.
And the EPA is far from a disinterested party.
Like any health agency, it routinely justifies its budget by exaggerating health problems.
You know, like that Centers for Disease Control and Prevention prediction last year of as many as 1.5 million Ebola cases, when ultimately 13,000 existed.
So the EPA, the notorious California Air Resources Board and a cottage industry of grant-hungry scientists keep teasing data in a desperate effort to find some sort of statistically significant adverse health effect from ever-lower levels of any man-made pollutant.
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The New Fiddlesticks Design
Let me just say this https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHxBYDLXGzs/Xac-3R3LbrI/AAAAAAABZ2Q/YMAMzCqkv2sEoReP5GW7Xzc65dv1j8qJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/05_Fiddlesticks_Concept_8dxaci0dk4z1tmbvmvxm.jpg That looks fucking amazing! It stays close to the original Fiddlesticks and looks pretty terrifying. I don't even think Nocturne could top him with the uncanny valley of horror. I also love the way that he twitches, it's pretty unsettling. Which is why I like it! https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hx7sJaxOxBA/Xac_T8qjJcI/AAAAAAABZ2k/lTmkctyWUDcg5spAddEb937w2c3IMO90ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/OIh9Pe5.gif I just have a few questions: Why make Fiddlesticks semi-mechanical instead of wooden? Is there a reason to stray away from the wooden structure? Why the saw-blade on his shoulder? Does his elongated claw-arm play any part of his gameplay kit? Same thing goes for his scythe? Why keep the point-and-click status? What dance will he have knowing he has that kind of arm dragging behind him? How will the arm affect his skins? Has the champion theme been made yet? If not, may I recommend Sons of Perdition (they make death country music and they composed the music for the short: Backwater Gospel)? There's a lot I wanna ask, but I feel that you don't want to answer everything just yet. All I can say is keep up the good work! This is looking pretty gnarly!
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Outside of Georgia State's University Commons dorm around 9:16 a.m., four suspects were arrested by the Georgia State University Police Department (GSUPD).
GSUPD's chief Joseph Spillane said they were chasing after "four suspicious males" and that "they ran from us and we detained all of them."
They had approached the suspects who then fled from police. One officer used his taser on one of the suspects. When GSUPD approached him, Spillane said the suspect was in possession of a gun and counterfeit money.
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So there it is. At last we know the purpose and destination of the vast starship that is Lindsi's home. It's been travelling for hundreds of years, long enough for its people to stop caring about their destination, long enough to become another self-contained little world all its own. The Ship remembers its mission, but the people aboard do not.
Generations have passed, out there in space. Beneath the vaulted, sky-mimicking ceilings of the Habitat Domes and in the halls and corridors, people have been born and lived and grown old and died. They're missing a lot that they don't even know they're missing — how could they, never having known it? Animals other than a very small number of medium-sized pets are essentially unknown: other than humans and pets, the only residents are bacteria, fungi, plants, and a few modified insects and suchlike, necessary to keep the soil ecosystem ticking over. Even they cause more than enough trouble when they periodically escape into the rest of the Ship and have to be eradicated.
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MOUNTAINS DENSE WITH CEDARS' GREEN GROWTH RISE out of an indigo sea and stretch toward a sky that is more brightness than color. Beaches, fine grained and golden, lean into black cliffs festooned with vines and determined orchids. Bequia, the largest (seven square miles) of the Grenadine Islands, is a natural beauty, afloat in a time warp nine miles south of bustling St. Vincent.
Its self-sufficient population of fishermen, boat builders and whalers and their families face the sea from tidy, gingerbread-trimmed stucco houses built into the hills and painted to match the boats bobbing on moorings below. Tangerine with blue trim. Blue with pink trim. "We have a tradition of building beautiful things. That's our style," explains Noel Ollivierre, a taxi driver who comes from a long line of boat builders. Life here is held steady by a foundation of continuity, custom and pride safeguarded by isolation.
Step into a Bequia morning and the sea floods your eyes. Flashing turquoise, silver, purple and green, it insists on full attention. Slowly you become aware of the smaller details. The emerald hummingbird working a lime tree. Three barefoot boys running down the beach with bamboo fishing poles over their shoulders and a small beige dog at their heels. The woman walking briskly behind them in a bright red dress with a matching hibiscus at her throat and six loaves of brown bread on her head. Beyond them all in the bay a fisherman in a pink shirt pulls against the green oars of a 30-foot Carib canoe, a kind of boat that has been built around here for 7,000 years. The only sound is the occasional clank of a halyard against the metal mast of an anchored sailboat.
You watch the opening scenes from your table in the alfresco dining room of the Plantation House Hotel, a collection of 17 little pink cottages set in the gardens of a restored plantation house. With its unobtrusive swimming pool and tennis court, afternoon tea and struggling-to-be gourmet cuisine, it is Bequia's most luxurious inn, yet it maintains the simple, relaxed and welcoming atmosphere of the small local guesthouses (no building on the island is more than three stories tall).
Rich black coffee is poured. Your plate is filled with sliced coconuts, bananas, mangoes and papayas harvested moments earlier from the hotel's 11 fertile acres. A discreet sign near your cottage reads, "Fruits and vegetables for hotel guests only."
The affable owner, Jimmy Fiore, stops by to ask if there's anything particular you would like to do today. Go scuba diving in water as unspoiled as the land? Other guests who have come particularly for this purpose say that it's like floating through Chartres, so rich and colorful is the array of coral and fish. "Or, if you'd like to go to Hope Bay, a beautiful beach but impossible to get to, we'll arrange a barbecue and a four-wheel-drive Jeep to take you there. It's great body surfing, but the road to it isn't really a road, it's a disaster."
Many of the roads to Bequia beaches "aren't really roads." Should you visit Industry Bay -- which you probably will because you've been told that its remote beauty makes you feel as though you're at the end of the earth -- branches will snap against your windshield and pebbles pelt the underside of your car. The journey will take you through the countryside of Spring, two miles inland, up hills that provide dramatic sea vistas before snatching them away with a deep plunge into forest. Bony cows graze on grass growing from cracks in an abandoned tennis court. A blue heron, standing by the side of the road like an insouciant hitchhiker, watches your approach.
"What would happen if another car came along?" you ask the driver, noting that there is only room for one. "It doesn't happen. But if it did, you'd simply choose your wisest spot." Up a tree? Into a cow pasture?
The easiest route to the beaches, as in all things in Bequia, is by sea. A water taxi, a 17-foot boat with an outboard engine, will pick you up and drop you off within two feet of your beach destination. With practice, you can leap off between waves.
The best way to enter a Bequia morning is to walk to Port Elizabeth while the sun is low and the air is filled with the perfume of night rain, evaporating off sweetly scented oleander, salted by the sea. The path begins outside Plantation House, descends to the beach and rises up to the sea wall. You race the tide across the sandy patches, bend low beneath almond tree branches and flatten yourself against the side of the wall to make room for fishermen and farmers coming your way, heading for hills and bays. "Good morning." "Welcome to Bequia." "Welcome to our beautiful island." "Welcome to Paradise."
Because there are few cars, transportation, if not by boat, is by foot and this path is the main thoroughfare. No more than 10 inches wide in spots, and shared with sunbathing dogs and scurrying crabs. When you reach the Gingerbread restaurant, you scramble off the beach and are now "in town."
Yachtsmen gather for early morning muffins and coffee at one of five tables set outside the yellow-and-blue storefront trimmed with white gingerbread. They've sailed from France and Italy, "because the Med is too crowded and polluted," or from Oregon and Canada, "for obvious reasons." Anchored in the harbor for a week or years, they comprise one segment of the Bequia population (total 4,874) that is not strictly local. The other is the group of expatriates and nostalgic colonists found on any Caribbean island, staring out to sea with eyes red from years of exposure to sun and gin. There are a few leftover hippies, stranded on the beach in the belief that it's still 1969. But for the rest, the population is made up of a dark-skinned, beguiling genetic brew marking the history of this place: English planters, French settlers, Scottish seamen, New England whalers, Africans who swam ashore in 1675 when the British slave ship Palmyra sank and Carib Indians who were here ahead of them all.
As you continue your walk through town, Admiralty Bay is on your left and small colorful shops on your right, boutiques full of silk-screened fabrics, Everybody's Store, which sells shoes and engine grease, the grocery with its large glass jars of cat's-eye marbles and penny candy. The doors of the whitewashed Anglican church are open, revealing eight rows of hand-carved blue pews. Two large paintings on either side of the altar capture Bequia's essence. To the right, Jesus rises out of the sea and looks as slim, muscular, friendly and familiar as the fishermen mending their nets just outside the door. In the painting to the left, Mary, bearing a striking resemblance to the young woman at the front desk at the Plantation House, holds Jesus in her lap and a Bequia model boat in her hand. At the back of the church, painted in red along the base of the white-washed choir loft are the words, "Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord."
At the edge of town is the Sargeant Brothers' Model Boat Shop. "The original," according to the sign that hangs outside. The workshop is on the first floor of the Sargeant home and spreads into the yard. To Timothy, one of the three brothers, there is nothing extraordinary about the colorful rows of models that meet the visitor's eyes. "This is just what we did as kids. Our fathers would be down on the beach building their boats, they'd give us their scraps and we'd copy what they were doing."
Their child's play is now art. The builders gather at 7 A.M. to gossip, saw, carve, sand, varnish and paint. There are no electric tools. You are welcome to stay and watch. You are welcome to buy. Or not. This is less business than tradition. If you show interest in a particular model -- for instance that perfect replica of a Bequia whaleboat laminated with strips of local cedar, Canadian pine and South American purple heart, complete with miniature oars, gaff-rigged sail and harpoons -- Timothy will call back to the builder in the workshop, "Jefferson, you interested in selling this?" Maybe yes. Maybe no.
"It's the Bequia Tilt," a visitor explains. "The earth is moving on its axis, but Bequia is disengaged, so it sort of floats along, held in place by gravity, but not keeping pace."
It can be unsettling at first. Does the Tilt Theory explain how grazing goats got to the greenest grass on the island, inside the 15-foot high barbed wire fence surrounding an Esso storage tank? Or why a dog is sleeping on top of the Bequia Bookshop roof? Or the meaning of a hand painted sign on Industry Bay Beach, stuck precisely in its pristine center, "No littering or music this side of beach." Or the restaurants that advertise, "Reservations required. No credit cards. No phone."
Give it four days and you begin to tilt in the same direction and then it all seems perfectly normal.
As you retrace your steps through town, the Bequia Bookshop might or might not be open. It depends. Shops close on weekends. Shops open late the morning after Jump Up. This, it turns out is wild dancing to a loud band every Tuesday night at Plantation House. Everyone's invited and everyone comes. If you've heard of it before arriving and inquire what it is, you'll be told by someone on a dock in St. Vincent, "Well, I know a guy over there on Bequia named Jump Up." "Flapjacks," a visitor ventures. "That must be it, you know, a local name for pancakes." You'll know it when you see it. You'll know it when the music shakes you out of your chair.
If you find the door of the bookshop open, you'll see cases of locally crafted scrimshaw and primitive paintings, sailing charts, antique maps, books on survival at sea and everything Jean Rhys ever wrote. By the time you've taken this much in, Ian Gale, the proprietor, rises from his desk in a dark corner and greets you in a whisper. In time, you will learn that he is a rich source of information. "Go to Hope Bay for body surfing. Gingerbread has good barbecued fish for lunch."
Outside, sleepy, obedient children sweep their front stoops with twig brooms. Men scrape the bottoms of brightly painted boats upturned on the beach, and the bay is full of bathing families, laughing and talking among themselves as they splash the water upward to shoulders and necks and sprinkle baptismal amounts on infants' heads. "We start bringing our babies in the water when they are two weeks old because it makes them strong," a mother explains as she stands hip deep, the skirt of her white dress floating out behind her like a bridal train.
Bequia, like many places that live their history in an unbroken line, has no written record of its past. To learn about it, you visit the "good talkers." Since the island is without newspapers, talking is prime entertainment. Chances are you'll be sent "Over to the Old Fig Tree restaurant. Geoffrey Wallace. He's an old seaman, a descendant of William Wallace, a Scots naval officer who settled here in 1830. He tells great stories. But you have to get him on a good day," says Cynthia Marks, who manages Crab Hole, a shop that sells clothing made from fabrics silk-screened on the premises. Then she offers her father and grandfather. Both ship builders. "My grandfather is 96, so he sort of comes in and out, but he has a good story to tell.
Whaling was brought to Bequia by New Engladers who arrived in pursuit of the humpback in the 1800's. If you're lucky, you might be granted an audience with Athneal Ollivierre, who at 71 bears the honored title of Chief Harpooner. (Ask any taxi driver to take you to his house near Friendship Bay, but be sure to phone first.)
In the heavily accented, lyrical poetry that passes for common speech among Bequians, Mr. Ollivierre will tell you, "The day I harpooned my first whale, there was such joy in my heart, I couldn't speak. It turned my mind. You must choose what will pleasure your life. You must have plenty courage and be fast thinking."
He might tell of the time a whale carried him and his boat to the bottom of the sea. Or of the whale that almost severed his leg and how he "told the doctor not to put me to sleep because I had to tell him exactly how to fix it so that I could still go whaling."
Greenpeace came here once to put an end to the annual Bequia hunt, "But when they got here," say Bob Sachs, the owner of the Dive Bequia School of Scuba Diving, "and saw these guys sailing out to sea with no engines and nothing more than hand-held harpoons, and when they learned that in a good year one whale is caught and that that feeds the entire island, they went back home again."
In February 1992, Athneal Ollivierre harpooned the first whale in three years. The 36-foot humpback provided "just a taste for the Bequia people," he says, "but it brought great joy. Is not the same when you're fishing. For whaling, everybody, little and big come out and watch from the shore. If there were to be no more whaling in Bequia, it would be as though a terrible disaster had hit the land."
Mr. Ollivierre's newest vessel is built of local cedar in the fashion of New England whaleboats, open, double-ended, 27 feet long and gaff rigged. He christened it, Why Ask, "because too much people asking questions. You can't get a rest." To prove his point, he says that "Two thousand people came for the blessing of the boat. Everybody wants to see a new boat sail out."
If it's Sunday Bequia stops working and heads for Lower Bay. Parents sit beneath palm trees and watch their children play at the water's edge. In the cool shade of the beachside restaurant, De Reef, pale nannies, homesick for Britain, drink lime-and-bitters and play backgammon with the local champs while their charges, the children of the few resident European families, navigate dump trucks under tables and around bare feet. Soon the beach empties as families enter and sit down for a lunch of spicy whelk Creole washed down with draughts of bright red sorrel juice or bitter beer.
At siesta time, your water taxi will arrive and you'll wade into the warm, wet blue, climb on board and head back to Plantation House where, tucked within the mosquito netting that floats down from the ceiling, shielded from the sun by blue shutters and lulled by the click and whir of the overhead fan, you'll sleep until it's time to wake up for a Bequia sunset. And that's all the excitement there is. For those who venture here, it's quite enough.
The venturing will be somewhat easier by fall of this year. A new airstrip has been built to provide an alternative to the usual long voyage of a flight to Puerto Rico, then Barbados, then St. Vincent to meet the once-a-day mail schooner or twice-a-day cargo boat. Now you will be able to make the trip from Barbados in one hour on a small plane. No one knows how this "progress" will affect the island's intimate, beneficent atmosphere. Perhaps Athneal Ollivierre, the Sargeant brothers, the fishermen, the boat builders and their young apprentices will become "quaint." Perhaps one day a resort tycoon will fly in and announce plans for a high rise hotel. But then, maybe the Bequia Tilt will get him and he'll forget why he came. SETTLING IN ON BEQUIA
Accommodations on Bequia tend to the modest, with the exception of the Plantation House, with its swimming pool and tennis court. What follows is a selective list; prices are for high season, mid-December through mid-April.
THE PLANTATION HOUSE, Post Office Box 16, Admiralty Bay, Bequia, St. Vincent and the Grenadines (telephone: 809-458-3425 or, in the United States and Canada, 800-223-9832), has five double rooms, with bath, in the main house and three in a beachside unit for $325 a room, and 17 cottages at $295 each, including breakfast and dinner. Dinner, which might include fish chowder, polenta croquettes with a spicy tomato sauce, grilled dolphin with herb butter and mango mousse, is about $60 for two, with wine. On Saturdays there is a buffet at the beach bar with an assortment of salads and a choice of grilled fish or lobster, steak, ribs or skewered shrimp, for $25 a person, wine extra. DIVE BEQUIA (809-458-3504), on the Plantation House's 600-foot beach, offers instruction and equipment. Single dives, including equipment, are $50; a 10-dive package is $420. Snorkeling is also available.
GINGERBREAD, Post Office Box 1, Bequia (809-458-3800), also on Admiralty Bay within walking distance of Port Elizabeth, has three apartments for two at $90 a day or $550 a week. Dinner, with an appetizer of local tuna and shrimp and a main course of fish, beef, shrimp or chicken curry with a selection of such side dishes as banana raita and mango chutney, is about $70 for two, with wine.
FRANGIPANI, which shares management and an address with Gingerbread (809-458-3255), has four double rooms in the main house (no private bath, cold water only) for $50 a room, and one, with private bath but still no hot water, for $80. Eight garden units, with bath and hot water, are $120 for a double. Dinner, which might include callaloo soup, a West Indian specialty made from the leaves of the taro plant, and shrimp with herb and garlic sauce, is about $55 for two, with wine.
KEEGAN'S GUEST HOUSE, Lower Bay, Bequia (809-458-3254 or 809-458-3530), has nine double rooms with private bath (cold water only) for $50 and $55 a night, including breakfast and dinner. Dinner for two, which might include a seafood appetizer, chicken or lobster and homemade lime pie, is about $35, without wine.
DE REEF BEACH BAR, Post Office Box 47, Lower Bay, Bequia (809-458-3484 or 809-458-3447), has two two-bedroom apartments at $500 a week and a one-bedroom apartment at $280 a week, tax and service included. Dinner at the beachside restaurant, which might include cream of pumpkin soup and grilled fish or lobster, is about $65 for two, including wine. NOT FOR THE BATHTUB
SARGEANT BROTHERS' MODEL BOAT SHOP, in Port Elizabeth (telephone: 809-458-3344), is open from 8 to 6, Monday through Saturday. Detailed replicas of Bequia whaleboats, the most popular models, range from $80 for the smallest, 12-inch size, to $2,000 for the largest, 60-inch piece. Gaff-rigged schooners, made of local gumwood with three or four masts, a deckhouse of red cedar and a wheel, life raft and dinghy of white pine, range in price from $300 for a 16-inch model to $700 for a 25-inch one. Yachts, complete with winches and furling jibs, are $300 for a 16-inch model, $450 for an 18-inch model and $1,300 for a 40-inch model.


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Fibroids are the most common benign tumours of the female genital tract and commonly affect women of reproductive age. Fibroids occur in different parts of the womb and can vary in size and shape. Fibroids can lead to a variety of symptoms including heavy periods, pain, difficulty to conceive, or problems with pregnancy such as miscarriage and premature labour. In women wishing to preserve their fertility, it is possible to remove the fibroid while preserving the womb, an operation known as myomectomy. This procedure can be performed by open surgery, laparoscopic surgery (a key-hole through the abdomen) or hysteroscopic surgery (a key-hole through the neck of the womb) depending on the site and size of the fibroid. This review included three studies with 474 participants and aimed to answer two questions. Firstly, whether myomectomy led to an improvement in fertility; and secondly, if the procedure is beneficial, what is the ideal surgical approach. Only one study was found that examined the effect of myomectomy on fertility and it found no significant benefit. However, there are some concerns regarding how the data were analysed and therefore the evidence cannot be considered to be conclusive until further studies are available. Regarding the choice of the surgical approach to the myomectomy, only two studies were identified. They compared open versus laparoscopic myomectomy and found no difference in fertility outcomes. Therefore, again more studies are needed before a strong conclusion can be reached.
There is currently insufficient evidence from randomised controlled trials to evaluate the role of myomectomy to improve fertility. Regarding the surgical approach to myomectomy, current evidence from two randomised controlled trials suggests there is no significant difference between the laparoscopic and open approach regarding fertility performance. This evidence needs to be viewed with caution due to the small number of studies. Finally, there is currently no evidence from randomised controlled trials regarding the effect of hysteroscopic myomectomy on fertility outcomes.
Fibroids are the most common benign tumours of the female genital tract and are associated with numerous clinical problems including a possible negative impact on fertility. In women requesting preservation of fertility, fibroids can be surgically removed (myomectomy) by laparotomy, laparoscopically or hysteroscopically depending on the size, site and type of fibroid. Myomectomy is however a procedure that is not without risk and can result in serious complications. It is therefore essential to determine whether such a procedure can result in an improvement in fertility and, if so, to then determine the ideal surgical approach.
To examine the effect of myomectomy on fertility outcomes and to compare different surgical approaches.
We searched the Cochrane Menstrual Disorders and Subfertility Group (MDSG) Specialised Register, Cochrane Central Register of Controlled Trials (CENTRAL), MEDLINE, EMBASE, PsycINFO, CINAHL, Database of Abstracts of Reviews of Effects (DARE), LILACS, conference abstracts on the ISI Web of Knowledge, OpenSigle for grey literature from Europe, and ongoing clinical trials registered online. The final search was in June 2012.
Randomised controlled trials examining the effect of myomectomy compared to no intervention or where different surgical approaches are compared regarding the effect on fertility outcomes in a group of infertile women suffering from uterine fibroids.
Data collection and analysis were conducted in accordance with the procedure suggested in the Cochrane Handbook for Systematic Reviews of Interventions.
One study examined the effect of myomectomy on reproductive outcomes and showed no evidence for a significant effect on the clinical pregnancy rate for intramural (OR 1.88, 95% CI 0.57 to 6.14), submucous (OR 2.04, 95% CI 0.62 to 6.66), combined intramural and subserous (OR 2.00, 95% CI 0.40 to 10.09) and combined intramural submucous fibroids (OR 3.24, 95% CI 0.72 to 14.57). Similarly, there was no evidence for a significant effect of myomectomy for any of the described types of fibroids on the miscarriage rate (intramural fibroids OR 0.89 (95% CI 0.14 to 5.48), submucous fibroids OR 0.63 (95% CI 0.09 to 4.40), combined intramural and subserous fibroids OR 0.25 (95% CI 0.01 to 4.73) and combined intramural submucous fibroids OR 0.50 (95% CI 0.03 to 7.99).
Two studies compared open versus laparoscopic myomectomy and found no evidence for a significant effect on the live birth rate (OR 0.80, 95% CI 0.42 to 1.50), clinical pregnancy rate (OR 0.96, 95% CI 0.52 to 1.78), ongoing pregnancy rate (OR 1.61, 95% CI 0.26 to 10.04), miscarriage rate (OR 1.31, 95% CI 0.40 to 4.27), preterm labour rate (OR 0.68, 95% CI 0.11 to 4.43) and caesarean section rate (OR 0.59, 95% CI 0.13 to 2.72).


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I'm a sport bike girl at heart. I like the speed and focus of flicking the bike through a twisty road. I like the tucked in feeling of the bike bonded to my body. I like the hyper, buggy, plastic body work of performance bikes. I like the general demeanor and style of fellow sportbike riders (not the squids).
As author of Chicks On Bikes that embraces all kinds of bikes and riders and styles I do my best to disregard personal preferences. I am forever enthused to learn what individuals love about their bikes. The character and the bike they choose are an inseperable part of the story and every rider has a story.
But I'm going to confess the big cruisers have never called to me. Its kind of the way I feel about birds – its fascinating to encounter other people's birds but never ever do I want to own a bird. They're loud, they poop on you and I don't like the herky jerky way they move.
The maverick in me just does not want to own the #1 selling bike in America, the Harley Davidson. I've actually entertained ideas of buying seriously ugly but beloved bikes such as the V-Strom. In part just to be ornery.
But as I contemplate doing a major road trip book tour this summer. Possibly with my 9 year old daughter. It behooves me to take an earnest look at the biggest lux touring ride in the Harley stable -the Ultra Classic Electra Glide.
I think the wonderful writer photographer Bob Stokestad summed it up well in this article on the Big Mama as he calls it. And from now on I shall call all Ultra Classic Electra Glides Big Mama too.
I will just say its the closest thing to a 2 wheeled Lazy Boy and the highly visible color orange with a hue that nods to the 70's suits me just fine. Here is a picture of me and Ella on it at Dudley Perkins Harley dealership in San Francisco at their recent Garage Party.
The Garage Parties that Harley dealerships have been putting on this spring are aimed at encouraging women riders. I gotta love that. I give HD a hearty thump on the back for the wisdom of promoting women riders. Its that kind of smart marketing that keeps them the #1 seller. And another kudo to Dudley Perkins, a SF institution, for being such good people. If were plunking down my change to buy a brand new Big Mama, this is where I'd plunk it.
I just saw a video where a knee is dragged on a massive Goldwing. Now that's the kind of rider I want to be, comfy but fast!
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Teacrafters off the beaten path, respectfully foraging botanicals in the pristine Coast Mountains of BC. Unique tisanes and teas that evoke the origins of mossy woodlands, feral bogs, ancient forest groves & small tea gardens. Hand harvested, shade dried to preserve the precious aromatic oils that offers our signature aroma, taste and peak medicinal potency. Our premium teas are infused in ancient Vedic & Indigenous wisdoms.
Isabelle Ranger, Founder and owner of Namasthé Tea Co, was called to plants from an early age. She studied under Medical Herbalist Rowan Hamilton and pioneering herbal educator Don Ollsin, whose teachers include Dr. Ellen White, or Kwulasulwut (Many Stars) a Coast Salish Elder, Dr. John Christopher, Sun Bear & more. She also learned directly from herbal pioneers Rosemary Gladstar, Susun Weed & Friends of the Lil'wat First Nation. She honors her diverse heritage as one, from resilient Labrador Inuit, French Canadian "joie de vivre" & culture of her Celtic ancestors. Isabelle has studied Vedic Sciences:Sanskrit, Jyotisha, Ayurveda alongside Indigenous Coast Salish & Inuit ancient wisdoms.. She recently shares on Radio-Canada in French about foraging with Simon Charland-Faucher & Julie Landry Phare Ouest also has an audio and blog here
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Quectel BG96¶
BG96 is a series of LTE Cat M1/Cat NB1/EGPRS module offering a maximum data rate of 375Kbps downlink and 375Kbps uplink. It features ultra-low power consumption, and provides pin-to-pin compatibility with Quectel LTE module EG91/EG95, Cat NB1 (NB-IoT) module BC95, UMTS/HSPA module UG95/UG96 and GSM/GPRS module M95.
A rich set of Internet protocols, industry-standard interfaces (USB/UART/I2C/Status Indicator) and abundant functionalities (USB drivers for Windows 7/8/8.1/10, Linux and Android) extend the applicability of the module to a wide range of M2M applications such as wireless POS, smart metering, tracking, etc.
Here below, the Zerynth driver for the Quectel BG96 and some examples to better understand how to use it.


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Young Rising Sons' MKE debut at Eagles Ballroom
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Last Friday, Nov. 7, Milwaukee's Eagles Ballroom was bouncing with indie alt pop vibes and music-loving people. The opening band for the night, Young Rising Sons, took the time to sit down and talk about their music and their first Milwaukee show they would play later that night.


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An Alternative to Oslo?
With the Likud's stunning victory at the Israeli polls, it makes particular sense to reexamine the "peace process" that began at Madrid, reviewing where it appeared to be heading, its current prospects, and where the Palestinianshould go from here.
Burhan Dajani is a leading Arab economist and intellectual from Palestine living in Jordan.


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Monroe Smith
- Arrest Number: 21456
- First Name: Monroe
- Last Name: Smith
- Middle Name: Curtis
- Current Age: 23
- Booking Date: 2018-03-06 14:30
- Race: WHITE
- Sex: MALE
- Arresting Agency: JACKSON COUNTY SHERIFFS OFFICE
- Arrest Date: 03/06/2018
- City: Scottsboro
- State: Alabama
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Monroe Smith was booked on 2018-03-06 14:30. Smith was arrested by JACKSON COUNTY SHERIFFS OFFICE in Scottsboro, Alabama. Smith was 23 years old at the time of the arrest.
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MANSFIELD, Conn. -- Sophomore right-handed pitcher Morgan Bolduk (Vernon) recorded her ninth straight complete-game post-season win and drove in the tying and go-ahead runs with a two-out single in the bottom of the sixth inning to lift the Eastern Connecticut State University softball team to a 3-2 victory over Rowan University and the championship of the NCAA Division III Willimantic, Conn. Super Regional Tournament Saturday afternoon at Clyde Washburne Field.
By sweeping No. 23-ranked Rowan (33-15), unranked Eastern (34-11) advances to the program's 14th NCAA Division III national tournament – third in the last ten years under 18th-year head coach Diana Pepin -- which gets underway Thursday at Tyler, TX. Rowan had captured its second Super Regional title in three seasons a year ago and had survived a 14-inning marathon in the finals of last weekend's Cambridge, Mass. Regional Tournament.
The eighth-seeded Warriors face St. Paul, Minn. Super Regional host University of St. Thomas (43-5), seeded first, in the first game at noon ET. St. Thomas has won ten straight, hosting and sweeping through regional and Super Regional play.
"This team is all about grit," told 18th-year head coach Diana Pepin to Dom Conte of E-TV Sports afterwards."I knew if I just left them alone they were going to come out ready to play. I know they feed off my energy, so I was just trying to let them do their thing, and they did it and they wanted it and I think that we stayed composed in tight situations and we got a couple calls and that was huge. Julia (SanGiovanni) (East Haven) made an awesome play at third (in the sixth inning) and (second baseman) Jackie Lewis (Mystic) made a dive to get a ball (in the seventh inning)... you know, everybody was just giving everything they had and I'm really proud of them."
Eastern was the first program to win back-to-back national titles (1985-86), and St. Thomas was the second (2004-05). The teams have met six times, Eastern winning four -- all at neutral sites. The Warriors captured the last meeting, 6-4, in 2011.
Bolduk (20-1), who had struck out five times and walked twice in seven plate appearances in the tournament, laced the first pitch from Rowan reliever Jesse DeDomenico with two out and bases loaded in the bottom of the sixth into left field to chase home senior pinch runner Kayla Santos (Peabody, MA) from third with the tying run and freshman leftfielder Laura Zenk (Hermon, ME) from second with what proved to be the winning run.
Eastern had never trailed in the tournament's two games until Rowan freshman leftfielder Morgan Zane drove a 2-1 pitch from Bolduk on a line over the left field fence with one out in the top of the sixth for her first NCAA post-season home run to give the Profs a 2-1 lead.
In the bottom of the inning, Eastern loaded the bases with two out against starter and loser Lauren Shannon with two walks and a hit-by-pitch. Bolduk, who struck out three times against DeDomenico Friday in Eastern's 2-1 first-game win, drove the first pitch thrown by the relief pitcher into left field for two RBI. Santos was running for pinch hitter Kamdynn Moroney (Sandy Hook), who had walked with one out, and Zenk had reached on a fielder's choice for the second out of the inning.
At right: When it was all said and done, Morgan Bolduk stepped forward as both the tournament's Most Outstanding Pitcher and Most Outstanding Player award recipient. (Photo by Erin Winsor)
"I was excited coming into the game -- we had one win up on them, so we had the advantage," said Bolduk to Dom Conte afterwards. Referencing her game-winning hit, said Bolduk, "I had struck out the two at-bats before, so I said that I better go up there swinging because I have nothing to lose at this point. (DeDomenico) had pitched (Friday) so I knew she was going to throw a first-pitch strike, so I swing at it and dropped it in. I saw the crowd, everyone was jumping around and screaming. Winning," she added, "was an amazing feeling."
In addition to driving in two runs, Bolduk scored the other Eastern run in the bottom of the first inning when she walked to open the inning, moved to second on a passed ball, to third on sophomore rightfielder Alexis Tyrrell's (Torrington) sacrifice bunt and beat the throw home on junior shortstop Sara Pisanelli's (Wallingford) infield ground ball.
The team's ability to overcome adversity late in the game following Zane's go-ahead home run did not surprise Pepin. "These kids love each other -- they really do -- and I think that they wanted to stay together as long as possible. Over the past three years, the veterans have really taken the lead and pushed themselves and pushed each other, and I think that's what it's about."
Eastern had several chances to pad its 1-0 lead but stranded six – three in scoring position – and Zane made them pay in the top of the sixth.
In that Rowan sixth inning, SanGiovanni and first baseman Brooke Matyasovsky (Orange) -- both freshmen -- teammed up to retire senior third baseman Cassandra Gerard for the first out when the former dove to her left to smother a hard-hit ball, and the latter reached to her right to scoop the low throw. All-Region sophomore DP Kelly Duffy followed by singling sharply to center with one out before Zane connected to give the Profs their only lead of the tournament.
Two of the key moments in a game featuring many of them, came with Eastern nursing its 1-0 lead in the fourth and fifth innings. With one out and the tying run on first base in the fourth, Bolduk fielded a sharp one-hopper off the bat of Sonia Sharma. She turned immediately and fired a strike to Pisanelli at second base to start a 1-6-3 inning-ending double play -- which extended to 23 a team record for double plays in a season.
With one out and one on the fifth, Matyasovsky caught -- and then dropped -- a throw from SanGiovanni on a sacrifice bunt. Following a lengthy discussion, it was ruled that Matyasovsky had possession of the ball long enough for the batter-runner to be ruled out. With one out and pinch runner Shea Branda on second, Bolduk retired top hitter Carly Anderson on a pop fly to Matyasovsky on a 1-2 pitch, and after falling behind 2-1 to DeDomenico, got an inning-ending ground ball to Lewis at second.
With Eastern three outs from winning its first Super Regional title in its first appearance (the format was instituted in 2014), Anderson – the team's top hitter for average -- kept Rowan's hopes alive by doubling to the right field fence with two out in the bottom of the seventh, but Bolduk ended the game when DeDomenico flew out to junior Sabrina LeMere (North Branford) in shallow center on an 0-1 pitch.
Bolduk gave up six hits while fanning three and walking two. Shannon fanned eight and allowed only three hits but walked five and was charged with all three runs (two of them earned).
Bolduk was named both the tournament's Most Outstanding Pitcher and Most Outstanding Player. Offensively, she reached three times in two games, scored two runs, drove in two runs and handled six chances in the field without an error.
On the mound, Bolduk was 2-0 with a 1.00 ERA, with six strikeouts and three walks in 14 innings. In five NCAA games which include a three-game sweep in last weekend's Medford, MA Regional Tournament, Bolduk is 5-0 with a 1.20 ERA in 35 innings, with 17 strikeouts and six walks.
In post-season play which includes four Little East Conference games, Bolduk is 9-0 with five shutouts, a 0.70 ERA in 60 innings, 39 strikeouts and nine walks.
Against Rowan, Tyrrell reached safely four times with two hits and two walk.
Having played on four national tournament qualifying teams and a national champion in the late 1980s and early '90s, Pepin knows what it takes to win a national title. "We just need to remember that we earned a spot to get there. We played hard and we played our game, and (the players) can do whatever they want, whatever they set their minds to. It's going to be exciting, it's going to be great, so I'm very proud of them and I want them to experience it the way I experienced it. It would be nice," she noted, "to go out as champions."


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Moonen recently welcomed the 30-metre Amigo back to its facilities for scheduled maintenance. This is the fourth time Amigo has returned for her regular check-up since the refit was completed in 2011 and this latest visit will last around six weeks.
In addition to producing custom yachts to the most exacting specs, Moonen is renowned for its world-class refits, refurbishments and maintenance work on yachts produced both by their own yard and other high-profile builders. Designed by Pieter Beeldsnijder, Amigo was originally launched by Heesen Yachts in 2001. The refit Moonen carried out over the winter of 2010-2011 was a success and the owner has shown his appreciation of the quality of the performed work by returning regularly to Moonen for maintenance activities.
Not many yards have the sheer capacity for such assignments as they require advanced expertise with large yachts and unique hardware – such as Moonen's crane with a lifting capacity of 150 tonnes. "It is also important for the client that the work be done at a highly regarded Dutch yard, not least to preserve her resale value," says Moonen's Service Manager Jan Tielemans. "We can already tell that the work we did last time has held up well. Fortunately, the owner is a real boatman, and sails her a lot throughout the season."
While Amigo's last refurbishment at Moonen involved a repaint of the exterior, this time around she will receive simpler regular maintenance work, including checking of the hull and antifouling work. Moonen's team will also maintain the exterior paintwork above and below the waterline. Amigo will get her CBB certificate as well this year. This will involve verifying her compliance with the latest European requirements for inland vessels, which all yachts above the 20 meters sailing on the rivers and canals in the Netherlands and Europe have to meet by the end of 2018.


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Motivated by Fiona Gilmore's Book "Brand Warriors China" I started to check the "Made-In" Label on things I use.
My cellphone, a Nokia 6310 is …………."Made in Germany" (ops) I thought its from Finnland,
thanks god my Nokia D211 (w-lan and GPRS-Card) at least is "Made in Finnland".
But battery pack that came along with the Nokia cellphone is "Made in China".
If you start checking you will release how many things you are allready using are from CHINA.
So why do we tend to think chinese brands or products are not good, they daily convince us that they are.


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Lake Iseo – Modern and comfortable two bedroom apartment which sleeps max of 6 in a small property with private pool. On the hill of the small medioeval Riva di Solto village, within 5 mins by car to restaurant, bars and supermarket.
Close distance to the neighbouring towns of Lovere, Sarnico and Bergamo and just 45mins from the airport in Bergamo.
The apartment is composed of lounge with open plan kitchen, and large private terrace with pool and seating for 6 with a external table for dining. Sofa bed for 2 people in the living.
The kitchen is equipped with fridge/freezer, dishwasher, hob and oven. It also has every type of accessory such as plates, cups, glasses, cutlery etc.


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Police board stands firm on disciplinary appeal hearing
CLAYTON (AP) - The appeal of a St. Louis County police commander who was fired over accusations that he ordered officers to target black people will be closed to the public.
The St. Louis Post-Dispatch reports that the attorney for the former Lt. Patrick "Rick" Hayes argued for public access as the hearing was to begin Wednesday. The police board took up the issue Friday.
Police board chairman Roland Corvington said the hearing, which was reset for July 6, will be closed because it is a personnel matter.
Hayes was fired in 2013 after an internal investigation. His lawyer, Neil Bruntrager, has said his client is innocent, and that it is especially important in these times of national tension between blacks and police for a hearing with racial overtones to be transparent.


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According to Curbed.com, Chicago Bulls' forward Joakim Noah has put his recently purchased mansion up for sale. The Tribune is reporting that Noah is selling the Lincoln Park house, which he purchased a year ago, for a place closer to the United Center and the Bulls' new training center.
Noah's house, which he bought for $2.85M, is selling for $3.15M (see photos of the house here). The 7,500-square foot home has seven bedrooms, five and a half baths and an incredible outdoor area.
Noah, who played in 67 games last season for Chicago, averaged 7.2 ppg and 9.6 rpg. Noah, set to be a free-agent after the year, is set to make $13,400,000 this upcoming season.


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(This post prompted by Joan d'Arc's recent post)
My father wasn't military, but we still moved quite frequently when I was growing up. I always held on to the friendships I made in every city and often wondered what happened to my childhood buddies. So when I found myself back in the city I was born in, I decided to look up my best friend from kindergarten. Since she has a unique name -- Google says there's only one of her -- she was easy to find, and she'd apparently lived in the same house her whole life. I took a deep breath and called, imagining how fun it'd be to catch up on the past 12 years of our lives.
She had no idea who I was.
She faked it pretty well, but I could just tell that "I'm the girl you used to play My Little Ponies with" wasn't ringing any bells. We talked for a while, and she was pleasant and sweet, but when we got off the phone, I was devastated. How could my best friend not have any memory of me whatsoever?
I have learned over the years that different people view friendships differently. Some people hang on tightly and think that Best Friends Forever is legal and binding. Other people promise to keep in touch when they PCS and you never hear from them again. I have gradually felt myself sliding from the first category to somewhere in the middle.
Joan d'Arc is right that the big Christmas lists are fun. I enjoy hearing from people, even if it's only once a year. I love photo cards so I can see their kids grow up. And I have learned that it's OK to let go of the iron grip I used to have on friendships and look forward to the new people who will enter my life in the next duty station. I'm learning to enjoy the fluidity of friendships in the military.
And I still google that kindergarten friend on occasion, just to keep up with all the great work she does in neuroscience and molecular biology. Seriously. She's come a long way since My Little Pony.


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Chalmers, James (1841–1901), missionary and explorer
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Reference Entry. Subjects: World History; Maps and Map-making; Australasian and Pacific History; Religion and Education. 1400 words.
Chalmers, James (1841–1901), missionary and explorer, was born at Ardrishaig, Argyll, on 4 August 1841, the son of John Chalmers (1802–1869), a stonemason from Peterhead. His mother, Mary, null...
Judd, Gerrit Parmele
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January 1999; p ublished online February 2000 .
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Judd, Gerrit Parmele (23 April 1803–12 July 1873), physician, medical missionary, and Hawaiian government official and adviser, was born in Paris, New York, the son of Elnathan Judd, Jr., a...
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foundress, Australia's first saint. Born of Scottish parents, the eldest of eight children, she worked as a teacher at Penola in South Australia where she met Julian...


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Last Friday we had a visit from representatives of Kazakh University and I gave them a brief overview of Learning Technology here at Regent's University. It was a bit different having my talk translated into Russian! However, they were very appreciative and impressed with the resources we have here. They also gave me a couple a gifts – as you can see from the photo below:
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Joshua March, bestselling author and Founder of Conversiocial, shares how social media messaging helps create better customer experiences while cutting customer service costs.
About our guest
Joshua March founded Conversocial in 2009 based on his vision that online communication and customer service were undergoing fundamental shifts, requiring businesses to invest in new processes and technologies to manage the rapidly shifting social landscape.
A leading proponent of social media, Joshua previously founded leading social application company iPlatform, one of the world's first Facebook Preferred Developers, which was acquired in 2012. Having started his career in London, Joshua is now based in New York where he leads the US operations of Conversocial, as well as global strategy. And he is now the author of the new book Message Me, a book on the future of customer service.
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Customer service efficiency through social media messaging
Besides the fact that customers want help via social media messaging, it's cheaper, faster and more efficient that traditional channels. But most companies have yet to adopt it as a core channel for customer service and communication in general.
These channels aren't going away, friends. In fact, 8 billion business-to-consumer messages are sent via Facebook messenger monthly, and this number has grown 4 times past 12 months.
So we invited Joshua March, Founder of Conversocial, to discuss the benefits and challenges of adopting social media messaging as a primary method of communication, both internally and with customers.
Josh not only explains why social messaging is important and here to stay, but he shares great examples of companies using social media messaging in ways that provide faster, more efficient customer service while saving big money on communications. For example, one company has moved up to 60% of their customer service communications to social messaging.
You can do this too! You can handle customer service more efficiently and consistently via social media messaging than any other. As a result, you will save money, bolster public perception, CSAT, NPS and more. Listen in!
Interview Highlights
- If apps have made so many things easier, then why is customer service is still not where it needs to be? [4:50]
- What is a "conversational relationship," and more importantly, how can brands create and maintain that type of relationship? [9:05]
- Messaging is all over the place these days, so what kinds of apps should we be focusing on for today's customers? [11:32]
- What are the short-term and long-term pros and cons of making messaging a core method of business communication? [13:15]
- Having a quick customer service response time has helped many brands with public perception, so Joshua shared his favorite examples of brands who have done this well. [16:31]
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