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Politico shows how not to report on campaign contributions
Earlier, Eric Boehlert (and Time's Michael Scherer) noted Politico's efforts to hype campaign contributions Barack Obama's campaigns received from employees of BP. I'm going to spell out two pieces of context the Politico article was missing, because I think it's an excellent example of how not to report on campaign contributions:
Obama biggest recipient of BP cash
While the BP oil geyser pumps millions of gallons of petroleum into the Gulf of Mexico, President Barack Obama and members of Congress may have to answer for the millions in campaign contributions they've taken from the oil and gas giant over the years.
During his time in the Senate and while running for president, Obama received a total of $77,051 from the oil giant and is the top recipient of BP PAC and individual money over the past 20 years, according to financial disclosure records.
So, Politico puts Obama in the headline and the lede because he has received more money from people who work for BP than any other elected official. But if you're trying to assess how much influence a company may have over a politician, looking at raw contribution amounts can be badly misleading. You need to consider how much of the politician's war chest the company provided. And that's where it becomes clear that the focus on Obama is absurd.
See, Barack Obama has raised $799 million for his campaigns. The $77,051 he got from BP employees is a drop in the bucket -- just one one-hundredth of one percent of his total campaign cash.
Meanwhile, Rep. Don Young -- mentioned only in passing by Politico -- has taken $73,300 from BP during his time in Congress, out of a total of $14.9 million raised. So BP contributions account for about one half of one percent of Young's fundraising -- still not a staggering amount, but enough to make BP contributions to Young far, far more significant than BP contributions to Obama.
The way Politico reported the BP contributions -- focusing on raw numbers, without putting them in context of the recipients' total fundraising -- is typical of the media's approach to campaign finance stories, but it isn't particularly useful.
The other piece missing from the Politico article is any indication of what -- if anything -- the recipients of BP money have done that might help the company. Politico tells us BP has spent a lot of money, and that BP "has tried to influence energy policy" -- but never tells us what, exactly, BP has wanted. Nor does Politico offer a single example of anything any recipient of BP contributions has done. It focuses entirely on the quid, while ignoring the possibility of a quo pro.
Don Young, for example, was chair of the House Natural Resources Committee for six years, and remains the highest-ranking Republican on the Committee. But Politico apparently never looked into whether he has taken positions that might benefit BP.
In short: Be very wary of news reports that tell you only how much a politician raised from a given company or interest, without telling you how significant that was in the context of his or her overall fundraising and without giving you any indication of what, if anything, the company got out of it. There's a huge difference between a politician who gets a tiny fraction of his campaign cash from employees of Company X, then votes against that company's interests and a politician who gets a significant amount of his war chest from Company Y, then changes a long-standing policy position to comport with the wishes of his benefactor.
(There's also a significant difference between contributions from a company's PAC, contributions from the company's executives, and contributions from rank-and-file employees -- a difference Politico glossed over.)


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Filling the First Base Hole is Crucial for Success
It is no secret among anyone in Major League Baseball right now that the Tampa Bay Rays are in need of a First Baseman. Be it from a trade, a free agent or maybe even a budding star caught between a rock and a potential All-Star, the Rays will find their man, but at what price?
Heck just for conversation and a few giggles, can Andy Sonnanstine play First Base? Seriously I am not applying Sonny name to the 1B fodder list, it is just he has done everything else for the Rays, plus he will finally get a gig where he can hit daily.
You can immediately take names like Prince Fielder, Albert Pujols, Jorge Posada and Derrek Lee out of the think tank mostly because of the fear it would cause instantly to the Rays payroll situation. Even past Rays familiar names like Russell Branyan, Eric Hinske, Brad Hawpe, Jorge Cantu, Adam Kennedy, and Carlos Pena might give each of us a wonder if they can again be monster at the plate and huge pillows in the field, but their tenures have come and gone for this team.
Dan Johnson, the Rays 2011 Opening Day starter refused a assignment and is also within the free agent wading pool. His exploits, especially in the latter weeks of the season have made him a folk hero in Tampa Bay, but his dismal early season slump in 2011 made in more than expendable. Johnson has unfortunately had a yo-yo existence with the Rays from his plucking off the waiver wire, to a year in Japan courtesy of the Rays, to being a part of this team by proxy in Triple-A Durham then emerging with memorable Home Runs and spontaneous eruptions of power. If only he could get that power spurt to last 180 days during the regular season.
Interesting name do pop out at you from the list of potential young free agents like the powerful ex-Yankee Juan Miranda. The former Cuban baseball star signed a reasonable $2 million contract with the Yankees in 2006, and like former team Cuba team mate and current Rays farm hand Leslie Anderson, Miranda has not shown the verbosity yet to possibly warrant more than a casual look by the Rays. That and a limited MLB experience which mired Miranda with a .226 career average, this might take him out of any Rays consideration.
Michael Cuddyer might be an interesting name to associate with the Rays in their 1B quest, but his Type A status, which could cost the Rays draft pick might be a huge stop sign to any advancement towards his name. We all know how the Rays value their draft picks, and accumulate them like canned goods to weather any impending payroll storm. I actually would love to see what Cuddyer would do with his photographic talents if given a few extra months of Trop photography….but that is not a reason to sign him (bummer).
There might be a few young tradeable names to ponder for the Rays, but then again it might come down to the "want " list by the other franchise, possibly killing the deal in the initial chatter phase. If the Miami Marlins do indeed get Price or King Albert to guard their First Base bag, it will be interesting to see how the team positions Gaby Sanchez for relocation. With the Marlins pretty set with at least 3 starters on the books, there is room for rotation adjustments and improvement, but would someone like Wade Davis, Jeff Niemann or an Rays prospect on the cusp plus a young catcher like Jose Lobaton or Nevin Ashley be enough to land the powerful Marlin?
Or could the dangling of Cincinnati Reds young hitter Yonder Alonso be the morsel that tempts the Rays into digging into their roster and farm system possibly bringing Alonso to Tampa Bay where he will have a free range position in front of him unlike in Cincy where Joey Votto is cemented at 1B for the immediate future. The problem with Alonso is not his value, but the deal it would take to possibly separate him from his Reds jersey and into a Rays uniform.
Would Rays VP of Baseball Operations Andrew Friedman be willing to possibly delete SP James Shields from his roster even before Spring Training, or can be package a deal possibly including some middle infield talent, plus a budding pitcher and possibly another player to get this deal done and put a solid body with a few years of flexibility at the corner position for the Rays? Alonso might be a power upgrade over the Rays 2011 First Base corps, but will he be the fielding gem the Rays need to keep their defensive fielding advantage intact?
Even though other First Baseman names out there like Lyle Overbay and Jason Giambi might tweak a bit of Rays interest as potential platoon members, their salaries definitely might be out of the Rays comfort zone, immediately dissecting their name from the 1B Carousel.
In my honest opinion, I am still hopeful the Rays can plug in Rays 2011 First Baseman Casey Kotchman as a exclamation point into this pondering question. Still there are questions within this easy solution to the Rays First Base dilemma. Kotchman's biggest stumbling block to him possibly getting a multi-year deal might be his ponderance for low power numbers. Still, if the guy can get the needed hits, place himself up near .300 and produce scoring opportunities and drive in runs, does that vault him over a guy who might hit 20+ HR and have a average glove?
This decision on the immediate horizon for the Rays has to have their direct and undivided attention. This current opening that the Rays need to fill this off season is the keystone of their defensive alignment. Get the right glove and bat into this slot, and the Rays could see their offense suddenly pull a Rasputin and emerge from their slumber with their lumber. Whatever happens, this one move will send immediate signals on the way the Rays want to do business in 2012.
Sure you would love to possibly see someone like Cantu come back, or possibly entertain a Pena reunion, but those scenarios might not be in the compromised deck of cards the Rays have for 2012. Possibly a Alonso or Sanchez could fall into the Rays hands, but at what cost, and is Rays pitching really such a high point that losing a Shields, Davis or even a emerging Cobb or Torres not produce a few shock waves?
This one movement by the Rays front office this Winter will be watched closely by the Rays Republic because First Base is just that critical a spot for the Rays, and only a solid corner man will fit nicely with the square peg shape of First Base.

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Various Denominations Attittude toward Hymns
- High versus Low Church
- The Plymouth Brethren
- The Disappearance of Hell from Revival Hymns in the 1870s
The Hymn as a Literary Form (needed)
- Introduction
- Rhetoric and Structure
- Relations to Secular Poetry
Political and Social Contexts
- The Importance of Hymns
- Gender Matters (needed)
- Class and Society (needed)
Individual Hymns
- Anonymous, "Jerusalem, my happy home" (commentary)
- Anonymous, "Lord! may the inward grace abound" (commentary)
- William Cowper, "Old Testament Gospel" (commentary)
- Joseph Griggs, "Behold! a Stranger's at the door!" (commentary)
- Reginald Heber, "From Greenland's Icy Mountains" (text and commentary)
- Reginald Heber, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty."
- Reginald Heber, "Brightest and best of the sons of the morning" (text)
- Reginald Heber, "Lord of mercy and of might" (text)
- Julia Ward Howe, Battle Hymn of the Republic" (commentary)
- William Montague Toplady, "Rock of Ages; other mentions and Fairbairn's criticism.
- William Montague Toplady, "Deathless principle, arise! (second example)
- John Newton, Olney Hymns (commentary)
- Isaac Watts, "Captain and Conqueror" (commentary)
- Isaac Watts, "Go, worship at Immanuel's feet" (commentary)
- Isaac Watts, "There is a land of pure delight" (commentary)
- William Williams, "Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah!" (commentary)
Bibliography: E-Texts
A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists by John Wesley (HTML at CCEL)
Heber, Reginald. The Poetical Works. Boston: Little, Brown, 1853. [available at Internet Archive/Google.]
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Executing The Dream
Since the first moment I played I think it was the grass roots enjoyment which attracted and allured me to disc golf. Almost immediately I think the dream was also born to have my own course. It never seemed particularly feasible out west, though not impossible. Just not something that would happen too quickly.
Well since then I have moved back east, with a partner who owns almost 20 acres of fairly dense mixedd regeneration forest. I have bought 9 baskets and the snow will be melted in days. I just need fresh chains for the chain saw and....my knee to heal.
4 days ago on a cross country ski trip in Baxter I fell bad on a windy trail down a hill and injured my knee cartalidge. Today, I got a ,we'll see if it heals right from the doc at the ER today, thus some optimism, though still uncertainty.
With all the pieces in place I am so close but will alas still be stuck fiddling around with overhead photos and Google earth for at least a few more weeks. That and admiring my stack of basket boxes.
Has anyone gone through this process and come out on the other side with words of wisdom? I'll chart the course, and preliminarily my knees progress, as it goes.
Which process? Building a private course, or tearing up a knee?
Well the dream is of course the private course so that is my focus but I would be glad to hear about experience with medial meniscus damage in the mean time.
My brother and I bought some land to move out to the country and build a disc golf course. Click on my signature.
We started playing in 1995, starting searching for land in 2001. Spent 3 years searching for the right land to build homes and make a good disc golf course. Bought land in 2004, started building 1 hole at a time, got to 18 holes in 2007, built a pond in 2009, reached our current layout in 2010. Here we are.
One advantage we/you have is being able to take time to plan. You don't have to come up with the entire 9 or 18 holes, the way course designers do in public parks. You can study the landscape as you go along, and change things that don't work out.
If you're like other private course owners I know, you'll find that you work on your course a lot more than you play.
That's the much-abbreviated story.
Wow.... that hits home just looking at those pictures. My grandparents live in St. Mathews SC (close to orangeburg). Nice seeing pics of the landscape.
You should visit your parents more.....and stop by, we're on the way (if your route is I-26).
For Menacewarf, I'm not sure how much of our experience is instructive. I will point out that wooded holes are harder to build, but much easier to maintain, than open holes. Keep the chainsaw handy; it's surprising how many trees or parts of trees fall, usually in bad locations.
If you open it to the public you have to deal with the consequences. 98% of visitors are great, but the other 2%.....
For us it gives double use of the property. The fairways are also walking trails/ATV trails/hunting areas that we'd never clear just for those purposes.
If you have vines in your woods, you'll be amazed how much you come to despite them.
Budget for supplies (string for weedeaters, etc.), fuel (mowing?), repairs and replacement of both power equipment and manual tools.
In our case, because we bought land suitable for a very good disc golf course, it's allowed us to meet lots of lots of wonderful people, both at tournaments we host and among the society of traveling disc golfers. I'm in South Carolina and I've had at least a half-dozen guests from Wisconsin and Minnesota, and had tournament players here from Connecticut and Alaska. It's been a great pleasure.
Thanks for the reply's David! I admire your course and hear you loud and clear on much of what you said.
The bit about the organic design is very inline with my design principals. I was lucky enough to study a good bit of landscape design long before I was into disc golf and have very much enjoyed learning the flow of the landscape on the 5 or 6 courses I have designed with tone poles in the west. Of those only two really came to be played much and one still exists but from this experience I have learned the thrill of design is discovery.
Having a somewhat blank slate in terms of forest to hack through is at the same time inspiring and a bit daunting in terms of labor. I expect many holes which do not have old logging roads or other clearings as a bassis to begin as very tigh technical lines until I get a handle of the overall master plan. This way I can have a course to play on without committing to anything right away.
What I have learned is to find the 3,4,5,6 amazing holes on the property, and then find good ways of filling in the gaps. It sounds derogatory to the rest of the holes but using this method I have found the landscape will still provide for sound holes if explored thoroughly most of the time.
At my most successful temp/tone course which is still played the best hole on the course was the last one found, squeezed into an unused area in order to accommodate the loss of another hole due to high water. The landscape provides
When designing your course, I suggest doing what Houck suggests...find all the 'natural' holes on the property and map them...whether they cross over each other or share fairways. You could end up with a lot of great potential holes.
Also look at each hole in reverse. That perspective might give you better holes than expected.
I agree with the idea of looking at each hole in reverse. I hope perhaps I may be able to design two 9 hole loops using the same 9 baskets but in opposite directions. Of course it would have to work out just right and I wouldn't want to force it but I could see a scenario where it could work with perhaps just a few extra baskets.
Does anyone have any experience with renting a brush hog for clearing saplings?
On a different note my knee has finally begun feeling like it is improving durring the last two days after an initial three days of painful stagnation. This gives me a lot of optimism the course will begin gettin carved out within a few weeks.
My partner helped me set up and drag a bunch of baskets in the yard so I at least have a putter course to limp around and play and I get to look at all my baskets!
If you do have an old logging road, or other long clearing, don't automatically run a hole down the middle of it. It may work better as two or three basket locations or first-throw landing areas, with the holes being at a large angle to the road.
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The only mayoral candidate who legitimately should have been able to do the Dougie Dance, Doug Linkhart, is looking for some payback for one of the most entertaining campaigns of the spring.
Linkhart — who pledged to legalize marijuana and in my opinion had the best campaign slogan, "I Dig Doug" — is hosting a campaign debt retirement party with a list of Denver political heavyweights on Tuesday.
"Between my dad and myself my debt was $100,000," Linkhart said. "My goal is to raise half of it. It's just a cleanup from my campaign."
The former at-large councilman who is now head of Denver's environmental health department finished in fourth place with 10,752 votes in the May 3 municipal election behind Chris Romer, Michael Hancock and James Mejia.


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Here's Ozzie Guillen:
"J.P.'s a big key for us but right now he's trying to do too much."
How about he can't do it?
"Hopefully, this (not leading off) helps him for a couple of days. But if we're going to have the best team on the field, J.P has to be the leadoff (hitter) and I expect that pretty soon."
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Uzbekistan's fledgling credit union movement has become one of the fastest-growing in the world, and Sardor Normukhamedov has come to the U.S. looking for ways to help increase that positive trajectory.
Normukhamedov is deputy director of the Central Bank of the Republic of Uzbekistan, which has developed a specialized department to regulate the former Soviet satellite county's credit union movement. He arrived at World Council of Credit Unions' (WOCCU) Madison headquarters Monday with 11 Central Bank colleagues to explore best practices and other strategies to help Uzbekistan's credit unions grow rapidly and soundly.
WOCCU began credit union development efforts in Uzbekistan in 1998, assisting with the policy development framework that led to a set of guidelines governing credit union development, operations and oversight. In 2002, the first credit union law was passed with the assistance of WOCCU and guidance from its Model Law for Credit Unions publication. The country's first three credit unions formed that same year.
The Credit Union Association (CUA) of Uzbekistan was established by 11 credit unions in 2005 as the first phase of WOCCU's development program in the Central Asian nation came to an end. CUA became a WOCCU member in 2009. Today, Uzbekistan is home to 111 credit unions that serve more than 153,000 members. The institutions hold $140 million in assets.
"This is a success story for WOCCU and exactly what we like to see," said Dave Grace, WOCCU vice president of association services. "Despite being only an eight-year-old movement, Uzbekistan's credit unions have excellent capital, very little delinquency and an extremely strong structure. They're helping bring a solid middle-class tier to the country's economy."
In 2009, assets held by Uzbekistan's credit unions grew 74% , placing it among the fastest-growing systems in the world. Much of the success of Uzbekistan's credit unions appears to be in their ability to address the growing public demand for affordable, easily accessible financial services, according to Normukhamedov.
"Credit unions have become so popular because they are responding to people's needs," the Central Bank executive said. "Credit unions have developed their own market, paying higher interest on savings and providing more immediate access to loans. Banks offer those same services, but not quite as easily."
The biggest challenges facing Uzbekistan's credit unions currently are similar to those in other developing countries. Lack of credit union access to deposit insurance, the clearing and settlement system, card networks and liquidity sources will make further growth challenging, according to Grace. Despite their existing strengths, the country's credit unions will need greater liquidity in order for the system to expand, he added.
Fortunately, access to those services may be easier to come by than in other countries. The relationship between credit unions and banks in Uzbekistan is a positive one, with each industry gaining from having a well-defined market, according to Normukhamedov.
"Banks and credit unions have a good relationship," he added. "There is a healthy competition between the two markets."
The Central Bank delegation spent Tuesday visiting Westby (Wis.) Co-op Credit Union to talk about agricultural loans, a growing need in Uzbekistan.


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Here's the problem: You have got 24 hours to decide whether to use Joe's Discount Goods or Joanne's Value Products as your new supplier, or your customers won't get their shipments on time. You're in a quandary, wishing you could find just one nugget of information to tip the scales. Well, take a brief trip down memory lane. Remember that report you did in the sixth grade on marsupials? Now recall your sigh of relief when the librarian led you from the reference desk, across the silent carpet, past high school kids working on calculus and love letters, to that perfect book--the only book you used for the report.
It's time to rediscover your public library. Not much has changed since the sixth grade, and yet some aspects of the library are completely modern. From computer databases and free Internet access to hard-to-find business books and government documents, the public library may well become your research haven.
Recently, I visited our local business-friendly library, California's Newport Beach Public Library, and received a grand tour of the premises from information-services manager Susie Hubbs. Here's a rundown of some of the free things you can find at your local library. Note that most of it's in the reference section, so bring change for copies and a disk to download information from computerized databases.
Starting Line
The first section I visited was reference, which offers everything from demographics (Sourcebook of ZIP Code Demographics from Caci Marketing Systems Group, Rand McNally Commercial Atlas & Marketing Guide,or The Lifestyle Market Analyst from Standard Rate and Data Service) to industry trends (McGraw-Hill's U.S. Industry and Trade Outlook or Standard and Poor's Industry Surveys). Other topics include import-export, information on other businesses, legal and marketing, to name just a few. (See "Book Smarts" for more specific titles.) When you visit the business reference section, be sure to nose around. In the Newport Beach Public Library, large-volume sets like the Thomas Register of American Manufacturers are placed on tables for easier use, and many high-security items and loose-leaf books are behind the reference-desk counter.
Adjacent to this reference section, I found the business periodicals. Most public libraries have The Wall Street Journal--both current issues and past years--in their collection or on microfilm, as well as major newspapers like TheNew York Times or Los Angeles Times, depending on your area. Also look for local business publications to check out local industries and companies.
Electric Avenue
The next stop on my tour was the computer databases. This is probably the easiest place to gather information because you can print straight from the computer (for a fee), download information to a disk and even e-mail information to your office's PC if the databases are Internet-based. If you're looking for either general information on an industry or specific information on a company, InfoTrac SearchBank, an online reference system, is probably your best bet. Click on General Business File to search under topic, SIC code or a specific business name. It calls up articles (full-text as well as summary abstracts) from its index of more than 900 publications, company profiles and links to other relevant topics. The company profiles include business descriptions, sales and stock ticker (if available), officers, investment reports, links to online articles on the company, and profiles of the its subsidiaries.
You can also use the National Newspaper Index and General Reference Center on SearchBank to look up articles in newspapers and magazines. If only an abstract pops up, ask the librarian whether they carry the publication in their collection or on microfilm.
Looking for basic information on your competition, possible business partners or sales leads? Try the American Business Disc database, which carries more than 10 million listings you can search by category (like a telephone directory), location, sales volume, employee count or the name of the company. The listings show the companies' contact information, executives and, for public companies, their sales.
Another source of information on publicly-traded companies is Moody's Company Data, a database that includes highlights of each company's history, income information, subsidiaries and any properties the company owns. If your library doesn't have this database, check the reference stacks for Moody's books.
The Scenic Route
When you visit your local library, don't neglect the regular stacks. Also, ask what kinds of government publications they carry and whether their electronic card catalogs or databases are available online so you can search the stacks from your home office.
On your first visit to the library to do business research, the stacks of books and myriad places to look for information may seem a little daunting, but before long, your expertise at traversing the ins and outs of research will be renowned. The one thing to remember above all else? Return those library books on time so you won't have to add overdue fees to your list of business expenses.-
By The Numbers
Eat your heart out, Dewey. Here's the lowdown on where to look for business topics:
658.022: General small business
658.041: Home office
332: Finance
346.794: Legal
382: Import-export
338.7: International business
343.730: Taxes
658.8, 659.1: Marketing
Know The Code
Many business publications classify their listings according to Standard Industrial Classification (SIC) codes, but these are quickly being replaced by North American Industry Classification System (NAICS) codes. Both will make research faster and more efficient. Check out these Web sites for more information on both.
*http://www.theodora.com/sic_index.html : look up SIC codes
*http://www.census.gov/epcd/naics/naicscod.txt : look up NAICS codes
*http://www.census.gov/epcd/www/naicstab.htm : convert SIC to NAICS codes
Book Smarts
*Thomas Food Industry Register (Thomas Publishing Co.): lists manufacturers in the food industry
*Moody's Bank & Finance Manual (Moody's Investors Service): information on banks and financial institutions
*Ward's Business Directory of U.S. Private and Public Companies (Gale Research Co.): companies ranked alphabetically and by geographic area with information on sales, executives and number of employees
*Chain Store Guide series (Business Guides Inc.): guides on chain restaurant operators, food service distributors, discount and general-merchandise stores, department stores, and mail order firms
*Market Profile Analysis (Financial Services Group of Donnelley Marketing): demographics by ZIP code for population, banks and companies
*Pratt's Guide to Venture Capital Sources (Venture Economics Inc.)
*Standard Rate and Data Service publications: guides to advertising media including consumer magazines, business publications, direct marketing, newspapers, radio and TV
Contact Sources
Newport Beach Public Library, (949) 717-3800 ext. 2, firstname.lastname@example.com


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BATE Borisov claimed one of the biggest scalps in their history after stunning in-form Bayern Munich at the Dinamo Stadion.
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BATE Borisov claimed one of the biggest scalps in their history after stunning in-form Bayern Munich at the Dinamo Stadion to open up a three-point lead at the top of Champions League Group F.
Goals from Alexander Pavlov and Vitaly Rodionov put the Belarusian champions in charge and although Bayern pulled one back in stoppage time through Franck Ribery, BATE added a third through Renan Bressan to seal their first ever home win in the competition.
The victory means unfancied BATE have now won both their group matches having previously downed Lille 3-1 away, while for Bayern the defeat ends their nine-match winning streak at the start of the season and leaves them on three points in Group F.
Bayern actually bossed the first half both in terms of possession and goalscoring opportunities, but it was BATE who made the key breakthrough thanks to Pavlov's 23rd-minute finish.
Bayern survived a scare early on when Manuel Neuer was called on to parry an effort from Rodionov, but the German giants soon started to take control and Mario Mandzukic was just unable to finish off a good move before Toni Kroos struck the woodwork.
The Germany international looked to have done the hard work as he robbed Dmitri Likhtarovich of possession and rounded home goalkeeper Andrei Gorbunov, but he was pushed wide and even though the goal was unguarded, he could only hit the post.
Bayern came close again in the 16th minute with Gorbunov saving at the second attempt following a well-struck effort from Holger Badstuber.
A goal looked on the cards, but the surprise was that it came at the other end.
Denis Polyakov laid a deep cross back to Volodko and although he completely mishit his shot, it fell invitingly for Pavlov to sweep home a half-volley near the penalty spot.
Gorbunov did superbly to tip over Thomas Muller's header before making a more regulation save to keep out Mandzukic's header.
The visitors almost found themselves 2-0 down in the 55th minute when Polyakov fired in a thunderous effort that needed a superb save from Neuer to keep out.
Rodionov shot over before Pavlov did likewise with an even better opportunity four minutes later after being picked out unmarked by Alexander Hleb eight yards out.
Muller missed a goal chance to get Bayern back on level terms but, with the Germans pushing forward, BATE continued to look dangerous on the break and they made it 2-0 in the 78th minute.
Rodionov played an incisive one-two with Edgar Olekhnovich on the edge of the area before lashing a shot past Neuer at his near post.
Bayern stormed forward in a last-gasp bid to get something out of the game, but Gorbunov produced brilliant saves to deny Claudio Pizarro and Ribery.
Ribery did finally beat Gorbunov after latching onto Xherdan Shaqiri's through-ball, but Bayern could not find an equaliser and BATE sealed the win when substitute Bressan slotted home following a counter-attack.


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After almost 80 years of producing commissioned military officers, you would think the Reserve Officer Training Corps at Arkansas State University has proven itself. But that's obviously not the case as the program on the ASU-Jonesboro campus is one of 13 nationwide placed on the chopping block by the U.S. Army.
Officials at the 13 universities, surprised in September by an announcement that their ROTC programs would be closed after the 2014-15 academic year, were relieved earlier this month when the Army backtracked — sort of — and said the 13 programs instead would be placed on 24 months' probation.
That's really what should have been done originally under standard Army procedure, according to sources familiar with ASU's ROTC program. A struggling program should be placed on probation and given the resources needed to make improvements. If sufficient improvement isn't made during the probationary period, the program then could be shut down.
Instead, these 13 programs were notified that they had not met "viability standards" required by the Army and that they would be closed to "allow for more efficient use of available resources."
A U.S. Army news release issued Oct. 2 explained: "Total enrollment and the number of lieutenants commissioned annually were some of the key variables considered in the comprehensive review. In addition, shifting demographics across the country required a review of where the Army recruits and develops its future leaders."
High-level military officials obviously received plenty of political pressure from supporters of the 13 university programs. Arkansas Sen. Mark Pryor threatened to hold up Senate approval of all Defense Department appointments until getting answers about the action. ASU officials credited Pryor, as well as Arkansas' other senator, John Boozman, and 1st District Congressman Rick Crawford, with winning the reprieve.
Nevertheless, the ASU program now must prove its worthiness.
One of the criteria used by the Army to downgrade the 13 designated programs was the number of commissioned officers. An Army spokesman told the New York Times that all 13 were commissioning fewer than 15 officers per year. And it's true that ASU's average from 2008 through 2013 was 14.6.
But ASU officials pointed out that in the fall of 2011 the Army had cut its contract mission (its quota for signing up future officers) from 24 to 10 and its commission quota from 16 to eight. That had something to do with ASU commissioning only nine officers last spring.
The Army thus established new rules for the game and then decided arbitrarily that ASU failed to measure up to old standards.
ASU's commission average since 2000 has been only 11.4, and that perhaps is cause for probation. That, in turn, would call for providing resources to do better.
Instead, the Army took away the recruiting officer for the ASU program this fall, then allowed word to "leak" out that the program would be closing in August, just at the start of the fall semester and beginning of recruiting.
Who's going to sign up for a 4-year program that is going to be shut down in less than two years?
The ASU program has a lot going for it, if the Army will look beyond the basic numbers. Consider these facts:
• At least 1,633 officers have been commissioned through the program since it was established in 1936, only 17 years after the National Defense Act established the ROTC nationwide.
• The unit has a history of producing quality officers, including a Medal of Honor recipient, two Distinguished Service Cross recipients, 13 Silver Stars, four Distinguished Flying Crosses and 12 General officers.
• A-State is the only non-military college with an entire dormitory dedicated to an ROTC battalion — a 50-room facility built by ASU at a cost of $2.85 million.
• ASU provides $66,000 annually toward military housing scholarships and spends another $136,000 annually on ROTC operations.
• The ASU battalion is housed in a former National Guard Armory of 45,000 square feet, one of few facilities dedicated to any ROTC program.
• For the fifth straight year ASU has been placed by Victory Media on its list of the most Military Friendly Schools — in the top 10 for 2012. ASU makes active duty military and their dependents, as well as honorably discharged veterans, eligible for in-state tuition.
• The university also hosts a fine facility for veterans — the Beck PRIDE (Personal Rehabilitation, Individual Development and Education) Center — which has provided an array of services to veterans and their family members since its establishment in 2007.
Closing the ROTC program at A-State could also have a detrimental effect on the Arkansas National Guard. In a letter to Michael Jordan, a top official of the Military Officers Association of America, Bob Schoenborn of Jonesboro, alumni commander of the ASU battalion, explained why.
Of the 121 enrolled cadets this fall, 46 percent are enrolled in both ROTC and the Guard at the same time, which means that the Guard gets many of its officers (about five per year) through the ASU program. Schoenborn also pointed out that the Arkansas Guard's officer strength is low because of "the heavy burden they have borne in the Global War on Terror since 2002."
Army officials won't find a better partner than ASU in producing commissioned officers, and surely quality counts.
Roy Ockert is editor emeritus of The Jonesboro Sun. He may be reached by e-mail at email@example.com.


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November 4th
Dearest Chase,
I am trying to "feel" November, yours and mine. I'll make an imaginary diorama, like something from grade school, an attempt to win a secret science fair of the heart: Janice and Chase's November. A mind's-eye miniature I can peer into. (I won't mention this project to the Captain, or to the Russians, or to anyone else. We all know too much about one another's little projects up here.) Is it cold yet? Is Manhattan beautiful? Have they put up the Christmas tree, or is it too soon? (I know you loathe Rockefeller Center.) Do you ever go to the Chinese garden at the Met, with the tiny gurgling waterfall, where we once went and laid our heads together on a stone and fell asleep? (I don't know if I want to know whether you go there without me or not, so don't answer that question.) Do I sound idiotic? Forgive me, I'm going a little bonkers up here. Since the antifreeze leak—explosion, really—things have not been right. I'm sure Mission Control will have tried to keep any panic to a minimum—that's in their training, and, even more, it's in their nature. (Hello, Ted! And how are you, Arun? Are you sipping Ceylon as you read this?) Even among us six, we've quit discussing the incident—there's always the new day's tasks to think of. But in truth we nearly lost both the Den and the Greenhouse. And, without the Greenhouse, no food. And no air. No us. Northern Lights just an elaborate mausoleum, or perhaps a floating lab for an experiment in zero-gravity mummification.
Mstislav, our most dedicated gardener now that Sledge rarely emerges from the Attic, has been tinkering with the carbon-dioxide balance, a dangerous but crucial sport. At six or seven hundred parts per million, the air in here is dreadful but sustains life. Regular jiggering of organic functions is needed to keep the ratio from ballooning to something deadly. To make a long story short, after an alarmingly high reading Mstislav discovered a mound of rotting mangrove fronds under a seemingly healthy hillock of wheatgrass—a camouflaged nightmare of poison-leaching compost. Endgame for us could be that simple, that foolish. Everyone, even the Captain and Sledge, was required to take up pitchforks in an ad-hoc campaign to clear the fermenting stew into garbage stockings, which then had to be banished from our airspace, pronto. Now, for months Keldysh has been stuffing waste into one of the three emergency modules, a reasonably nifty solution, with the notion that we'll eventually test our ability to launch the module and remote-control-dump its contents at the edge of the minefield that makes up our prison. Maybe our garbage, drifting slowly into Earth's gravity, could even take out some of the low-orbit mines the Chinese launched to keep us trapped here. A fantasy, perhaps. We'd have to eliminate hundreds for Mission Control even to begin to discuss reaching us with a shuttle. But we dream—why not?
Well, this surplus of mulch-bulging stockings forced our hand, before Keldysh had any chance to chart a launch plan. Zamyatin was enraged at Keldysh for attempting the early launch, but we'd all encouraged him. And, in truth, we were all exhausted from twelve hours of what Mstislav laughingly called "serf toil," one of the rare jokes among the Russians that even Sledge and I could get. Also the last laugh we'd have for a while. Keldysh arced the module. It rebounded off solar panel V, snapped off an antenna, and clanged disastrously against the Den's exterior tile. Glued to the video feed like teen-agers at a horror film, we saw the module tumble unbraked through, yes, the Chinese mines. Then flare and vanish. (Honestly, I do think Keldysh by then had his head in his hands, and could have reversed the module's course if he hadn't been so despondent at the earlier impacts.) Farewell to excess compost, to unrecyclable plastic waste, to irredeemably shameful diapers, and to the module itself. The flume of mute fire another reminder, if we needed it, to recalibrate orbital decay daily. Like flossing. (I joke to keep your attention during the dry technical passages, my darling distractible Chase.) I don't think anyone thought to inspect the Den's interior for damage until we smelled the antifreeze, a skunk's reek speeding through Northern Lights' tiny atmosphere.
It was Mstislav who had the foresight to seal the Den remotely, then insist that we don oxygen masks and investigate. Forget for now any damage to the exterior, which we were, of course, predisposed to concern ourselves with. (The rocket ship's hull, every spaceman's concern!) By the time we reached the Den we'd lost Sledge somewhere, but the remaining five of us penetrated the area wearing masks, and discovered the wrecked antifreeze line spewing turquoise blobs, which floated and shattered to paint every surface of the Den's interior. Mstislav and Zamyatin clamped the line. Then, fresh off the serf toil in the Greenhouse, we space janitors set to scrubbing and sponging and wringing the blue goo into containers, a task much like the pursuit of Dr. Seuss's Oobleck. (I still want to have children with you, Chase.) By the finish our uniforms were coated. Mstislav, champion of this episode, reasonably pointed out that any droplet of the pollutant we exported from the Den was destined for circulation and, ultimately, our mucous membranes. Our bloodstreams. So we stripped and trashed the clothes. Picture us, five floating nudists in oxygen masks, ragged with fatigue and degrees of shock, squeezing the last beads of antifreeze from our hair. (Don't be jealous. They've seen me naked before. Anyway, on our present diet I'm shrunken to a ten-year-old's gaunt outline, not exactly turning heads. My periods have stopped, too. And yes, again, I still want to have children with you, Chase.) At last, and ignoring various bruises and scrapes that first-aid protocols would have had us tend immediately, we all slunk away to our various hidey-holes to strap ourselves to a wall for some desperately needed sleep. Starved as we were, I don't think anyone emerged for ten hours or more.
I can't imagine that Mission Control will release too much of this report, except perhaps exclusively to you, Chase. Still, when our media-digest packet finally turns up (there's so much demand for our scrawny bandwidth, so many technical transmissions in line ahead of anything personal, that the packet is usually delayed a week or two), I'm always startled at how many columns the papers devote to us. How fascinating can we truly be? They'll forget us soon. We've practically forgotten ourselves. That's why I rely on you, Chase, to believe in me. As I drift, you anchor me in reality. On Earth. In Manhattan, where you sit reading this, perhaps in that fake-French coffee shop (is it really called Savoir Faire?) with the amazing almond croissants you pretend to allow yourself only once or twice a month but in truth devour at least twice a week. That's where I picture you, Chase. With powdered sugar on your fingers as you open Mission Control's overnight envelope. The sugar on your lips and fingers and possibly on your nose, too—that sweet dust is me, your astronaut, your lostronaut, your Janice.
November 14th
Dearest Chase,
I've got some good news and some bad news. Ha ha ha ha ha—imagine, please, my convulsive laughter. (I read this opening line aloud to Zamyatin, who happens to be running on a treadmill in the room as I type this letter to you, and he found it as hilarious as I did. Moments like these are all we have to savor these days; please don't begrudge them.) The good news, of course, you will have read in the newspaper and perhaps even seen on some cable-news station (except I can't for one instant imagine you bothering with cable television; last I recall you were searching for your remote and failing to find it, then accusing the housekeeper of hiding it): we survived the space walk to repair the tile damaged in Keldysh's botched module launch. Better than survived. The space walk was a thrilling success and Northern Lights will carry on, to drift unmoored in orbit for another day, or month, or however long until we are rescued or choose to destroy ourselves in a deliberate collision with the Chinese mines, which I suspect could happen any minute now, especially if I am judging the Captain's and Keldysh's moods correctly—but, pardon me, I was telling you the good news! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Suffice to say no straws were drawn, because no one wanted to see Sledge anywhere near the air lock; our dour Captain asserted the leadership he has lately so much neglected, tapping myself and Keldysh for the walk, and Mstislav and Zamyatin for on-board mission guidance, and inventing some kind of make-work for Sledge that did or did not get done—something back in the Greenhouse, something to do with Mstislav's doomed reclamation project involving the leaf-cutter bees, those expert pollinators. (We're all in utter denial about the bees.) I find myself unwilling to bother with the technical stuff, which by now I'm certain makes your eyes glaze over. Such labors as the forty-eight hours of preparation that the mission entailed are wearisome enough to get through, let alone describe for a bored boyfriend. Anyhow, "preparation" 's a poor word. Nothing had or could have prepared me and Keldysh for the sensations that overcame us upon ejecting from the air lock. Essentially, of falling, like Wile E. Coyote, off a cliff, into a bottomless well of darkness and silent velocity.
We're soaring atoms, Chase, that's what orbit consists of, the inhuman hastening of infinitesimal specklike bodies through an awesome indifferent void, yet in our cramped homely craft, its rooms named to evoke childhood comforts, with our blobs of toothpaste drifting between our brushes and the mirror, our farts and halitosis filling the chambers with odor, we've defaulted to an illusion of substance. Inside Northern Lights, we've managed to kid ourselves that we exist, that we're curvaceous or lumpy or angular, bristling with hair and snot, taking up a certain amount of room, and that space and time have generously accorded a margin in which we're invited to operate these sizable greedy bodies of ours, a margin in which to dwell, to hang out and live our pale stinky stories. The space walk destroyed all that. (No wonder Mission Control has tried to keep this from ever being necessary.) Oh, the lie of weightlessness! We feel we're floating only because we're forever falling, as in an elevator with no bottom floor to smash into. And so, inside the elevator, the human party continues oblivious, the riders flirt and complain and mix zero-G cocktails, or chase bewildered zero-G leaf-cutter bees. Outside the ship, our consoling elevator's walls dissolved, Keldysh and I were two specks falling forever, specks streaming down the face of the night. Ourselves plummeting downward to the gassy blue orb, the gassy blue orb also plummeting at the same mad rate away from us.
(Somewhere I hear the voices of Mission Control: Ted muttering to Arun, "Get this woman an editor.")
Well, after clinging to our telescopic guide-rods in a riot of metaphysical horror for upward of twenty minutes, our eyes locked on each other's while Zamyatin and Mstislav gently prodded us to explain, please, why we weren't moving a muscle to make the needed repairs to the tile, Keldysh and I completely mute, we finally managed to bluff ourselves into taking one step into the void, and then another, until like brain-locked automatons we began executing the commands we'd rehearsed. The repair required little beyond the clipping of a hangnail of tile and the application of a sealant (think Krazy Glue) to the gash that the misdirected module had carved into the Den's upper sill. One crumpled signal dish was judged to be irretrievable; we detached it and let it spin off, down toward the minefield. I think it got through, the reward being immolation upon reaching the atmosphere—a Roman candle, a small blessing of fire sent down in your direction, my Chase-ling. My heroism, such as it was, consisted in persuading poor Keldysh, who, seeing the dish spiral away, reverted to panic and clung to the tile in a bear hug, to free himself from the ship's exterior and let the guide-rod telescope him home to safety. I had to whisper into Keldysh's private channel for five endless minutes, the others all stymied, waiting for us to budge, before I got him to go.
Now, love, for the bad news. A few days after the space walk, Mstislav, in his dutiful way (he's keeping the whole place running!), scheduled checkups for both me and Keldysh, a routine caution we'd neglected for too long. We came up clean for effects from the walk, but Mstislav seemed puzzled by my white-blood-cell profile. We ran a few successive days' counts, just to be sure we had a meaningful sample, Mstislav trying not to say what he feared he was on the trail of, me gamely offering various bogus notions about female physiology reacting differently to the Greenhouse's CO2 deprivation, joking that Mstislav had gone too long without a lady patient. Eventually, our efforts devolved to a sitdown for the ever-humbling medical questionnaire, Mstislav talking me through a series of self-exams, a drill we'd practiced on the ground but hoped never to see put to use. None of us much like dwelling on the slow erosion of our bodies in this environment—the bone-density decay, the pale, starved skeletons we've substituted for our old selves. I liked even less what Mstislav guided me toward: acknowledgment that I'd been managing an uncanny pain in my right foot's arch for weeks, at least. Do you remember that I said I was having a problem with cramping? That cramp was a tumor, Chase. Funny, huh? Oh, you should have seen the looks on the faces of the Russians, and Sledge. Even Sledge. I think they realized too late that I was a sort of talisman here, their woman. The whole mother-earth thing, unavoidable. Now a good-luck charm with cancer. That's not to say, you know, that we don't all still hate one another.
That was yesterday. I'll know more soon, but I doubt we'll be able to much delay a leak to the media, and I wanted to tell you before you learned by other means. (Oh, this is going to be a mess, this is going to be hell.) Behold the onset of my flinty tone. Along with so much else, a soft-tissue sarcoma can apparently drain the exultation from one's prose.
Remember (please remember) the Chinese garden at the Met, that unlikely bit of outdoors indoors? It shouldn't feel so expansive, yet somehow it does. My favorite place in Manhattan, I think. Remember that we went there together, Chase? Did I already ask this? One of our first days in New York, we were so tired and drunk on sex and the sense of recognition of those early days of our love, and we meandered into the Met, not with any plan, and the suffocating heaviness of those galleries of European oil paintings made us drowsy and we escaped (I never remember the path exactly, always have to rediscover it) to the Chinese garden court, and were nearly alone there, and anyway the gurgling of the water and the rustling of the grasses, the bamboo, seemed to cover any human sound, and we lay down there on that stone which had been chiselled out and shipped from its ancient source and no guard troubled us and soon with our heads tipped together on that dark slate we fell coolly asleep, dozed for who knows how long? Do you remember, Chase? I remember, too, when we woke, and turned to look into the pool beside our heads, and you thought you saw a fish, a little black darting goldfish-type fish, but it was only the reflection of my glasses, a black shimmering reflected shape that had separated, for an instant, from the reflection of my head and from the rest of my glasses, and seemed a separate darting thing, a fish, or a tadpole? Please remember, Chase, remember please remember, I adore you, my terrestrial saint, my angel wandering avenues, I'm your cancerous angel adrift,
December 18th
My darling Chase,
Now comes the winter of my discombobulation. Of course, we have no winter here, it's always cold out and filthy hot sweaty moist oxygenless inside but, hey, I notice the pages flying off the calendar. Santa's loading his sleigh! Hope he gets through the minefield O.K.! We've reverted to believing in Santa, Chase. St. Nick is one of the cultural touchstones up here, something Sledge and I and the Russians can all get behind, whereas E. Bunny and T. Fairy are too American, apparently, and hence are terra incognita. As is, come to think of it, terra! But we believe in mythical things here, like Earth and Santa. After all, we have invisible enemies—CO2, cancer, gravity. So heck, why not invisible friends?
Each bout of meds is worse than the last. My days ("days") a dull cycle of recovery until I'm strong enough to suck the poison again. During my latest bouts of helplessness I've been installed in the Nursery, which has become a sickroom, with everyone aboard all too adept at tapping one of my veins and inserting an IV, not to mention swabbing my puke from where it's drifted into my hair and so on. I suppose we're enjoying a faint resurgent solidarity, at last obeying Mission Control psychiatric guidelines that we gather for meals and meetings every other day. The Captain is a captain again, his melancholic depression no contest for my cancer—yes, I feel like a winner, Chase. I may have bought a lottery ticket out of here, in fact, and once in a while Keldysh and the Captain can't keep from peering at me with a sympathy that includes a trace of morbid fascination with the strange journey I've managed to undertake within our orbiting stasis, and perhaps even envy for my possible destination. (Mstislav is too devoted an attending physician ever to reveal such a sentiment, and Zamyatin, the angry cosmonaut, too much of a bastard—if Zamyatin were ever to commit suicide, he'd make sure we knew that he credited it to our cowardice, not his.) It's almost as if I'd broken a pledge we made to one another and to our audience on Earth: that we'd live here forever, mascots of futility.
Most remarkable of all, though, is the effect on poor Sledge. The dawning signs of this transformation we chalked up to circumstance: with Mstislav now devoting much of his time to my care, the Greenhouse was neglected, worse than usual, I mean, so Sledge began to grope his way out of the Attic back into a share of his old duties, tending the wheatgrass and cabbages and hives as if he'd never abandoned them, and really producing some miraculous results. Sledge is a more instinctive and sympathetic gardener than Mstislav, something we all, perhaps even Sledge, forgot. Without even appearing to try, he's reversed a degree of the CO2 slide. He's also a better cook. The two roles are intertwined. He offers me broths of freshly harvested sweet-potato greens and baby bok choy, and though the air we breathe in here is itself a kind of broth, I sip them gratefully.
There's more. You'll say he's got some kind of vampiric jones for suffering, but Sledge has become a tender companion in my worst hours, vigilant over my fevers, an entertainer when I can bear entertainment. Whether out of stoicism or hostility, we'd long since quit sharing personal stories up here, but during quiet hours, when all the others are sleeping and the toxins inflaming my veins won't let me rest, Sledge has been disburdening to me tales of collegiate mayhem in the Pacific Northwest, at Evergreen College. How a pale secret fag (did I just let that slip?) made his way first amid those blustery, sunburned hippie biology majors, then here to patriotic doom with me and the Russians, God only knows. If half the amount of crystal meth and threesomes he claims in his youthful annals are factual, sleepy old Sledge truly belonged in the Warhol Factory. Never underestimate anybody, Chase (I think you often do).
I know, my foolish darling, how you like to root for improbable heroes on unlikely quests, so I'll make you party to a secret. Sledge has been sneaking leaf-cutter bees out of the Greenhouse, one at a time, in a mason jar. It's his wild theory that their stings immunize against cancer, and so once or twice a day, on top of my official poisons, I roll up a pant leg and allow Sledge to bully a bee into injecting its venom into my shin. He then lines up the dead bees on the Nursery's doorjamb, facing outward, their dry little feet affixed with rubber cement so they won't drift. Fifteen or twenty now, keeping vigil while I nod. If any of the Russians have noticed, they've said nothing.
I'm sparing you, sparing us both, my reminiscences, my pining evocations; refusing, this time, to rhapsodize on your appetite for pastry, the slightly ashy skin of your earlobes, any days spent failing to rouse ourselves beyond your bedroom's threshold, or other days wandering through museums, gazing in indoor fountains, startled by the sight of our own innocent faces in rippling pools. None of this. If I beckon you to remember me, Chase, I fear you'll slip to some image of another, for I suspect I'm beginning to dissolve; I can barely remember myself anymore. But I remember you, Chase, I really do. I see you before me, like that mute Greek chorus of bees.
Your lost one,
January 8th
Severed-foot disposal in a pocket biosphere is really a daft problem, one I hope you never need face, love. We considered air-lock ejection, a sailor's funeral, but to send my pedal appendage spinning down to Earth, or, worse, to trigger a mine, seemed florid, flamboyant, a bit of a flambé, and not in the least flame-retardant, even if we wrapped it in a foil boot. (Of course, if we had a thousand feet among us, a millipede's supply to lop off and defenestrate, maybe we'd kick our way out of this crate!) The whole prospect just felt a little brutal for a body part, even one against which I had such justified grievance. So we opted for a sombre burial in the Greenhouse, under the shade of the tallest of the mangroves, though in truth it meant a slightly watery grave after all, stuff seeping up through the muck to swallow the foot, bubbles of mud detaching and floating among us during our tiny, foot-size ritual observances. Sledge, having scooped up the dead bees from the doorjamb in the Nursery, embedded these in the gunk to form a ring of bee emissaries, the better to passport the foot into whatever afterlife it deserves. Keldysh recited a poem in Russian, Mstislav made a joke about Gogol, then we sealed up this weird stew with cheesecloth mesh, as we do the rest of the topsoil, to keep it from absconding in the zero-G.
Afterward, back to work or to sulking in our hidey-holes. I'm no longer so much an occasion for renewed bonhomie. My ailment is just another ambient backdrop now, another machine falling apart with no parts to replace the scrapped ones, another grim dispatch from the quadrants of the deadly dull but not yet quite deadly enough condition our condition is in. My cancer is a mood. We all of us up here have our moods.
Now a part of me will never touch Earth again, Chase.
Happy New Year!
March 19th
Forgive glitchos, I type in the dark. The screen's backlighting's shot, too. One of the leaf-cutter bees is crawling on my face, drinking sweat—hard not to interpret it as a mosquito and swat it away, but they'll sting if incited, and I've had my requisite bee stings for the week already. We've all taken to negotiating this lightless humid labyrinth in bare feet (or, in my case, foot), mostly in underwear or pajamas—if we had little enough motivation to impress one another with personal grooming before, the last is gone—and when I wedged my foot below Keldysh's console, to write you this letter, I stirred some growth both vine-tangled and mulchy, and up rose the vivid, unmistakable smell of fresh unfiltered apple cider, the kind with a simple label, from Vermont or Connecticut.
It's been a while, Chase, but I won't apologize now for that. I've got more to tell than I'll manage (or Mission Control could ever sanction releasing). Systems began domino-falling, one failure catalyzing another, in mid-February. At some point, Keldysh persuaded us to create a rotation of diagnostic maintenance shutdowns, isolating each in turn: cli-mate, navigation, communications, orbital tracking, plumbing, and so on. Hardly attractive, but no one came up with a credible Plan B. Everything went swimmingly (some words are treacherous—what I'd give for a swim!) until the last time we switched off the central-core light banks, ten days ago now, and they wouldn't come back on. They still haven't. (Picture a Russian flipping a switch repeatedly, frowning in the dark.) We're rationing the backup generator's delegated functions, and the obscenely draining emergency lights don't make the cut, so we're down to what illumination Sledge's biospectrum grow lights can shed, as he places them here and there on his unfathomable schedule, a farmer rotating crops throughout the station. (For more on Sledge's new green-thumb imperatives, stay tuned.) Keldysh warns that this may be our last communications packet; he scheduled us each a one-hour session on the sole functioning keyboard—no luxury of writer's block today! While morale is low, we have a kind of camaraderie at last. I suppose a similar peace may be gained by prisoners sharing death row. This is no time for settling scores. However, I want it on record, right here and now, that I never, ever stole anything from the fridge—anyone else's leftovers or the Captain's birthday cake.
Though black humor is the only functioning humor here, I didn't quite have the nerve to ask if I could take Zamyatin's keyboard hour. I suspect it'll go unused, a symbolic silent communication, an aria of cosmic null-music to foreshadow the chorale the rest of us will soon chime in with. Zamyatin commandeered a landing module and kamikazied himself out of the air lock yester-day. No one was certain what (more) was wrong when Klaxons sounded, but Keldysh inventoried the missing lander, and on doing a head count and finding Z. absent we rushed to the Library's south window, which gives a panorama of Earth through a coy lace veil of mines, a view we usually avoid. Just in time to see him flare and burn; as expected, he'd sparked one of the Chinese mines, making a tiny missing tooth in the dynamite smile that pins us on the far side of home. We cheered wildly. It isn't as though Zamyatin's bid could be whitewashed as anything other than suicide—the modules aren't armored for reëntry, so he'd have been baked Alaska on meeting Earth's atmosphere even if he had negotiated the mine layer. But that would have been a purely symbolic triumph, whereas this we could call taking one for the team.
And then there were five. Our remaining lives are in Sledge's hands. What little remains of them. I suppose our remains will be in his hands, too, in the sense that the whole of Northern Lights is being given over to the gardens, now expanded from the Greenhouse to wherever Sledge can get something green to cling or take root and get busy swapping our exhaled breath for something worth inhaling. So when this last brave stand collapses, and we asphyxiate in one collective heap, there'll be no one left to give us interstellar funerals—instead, we'll rot in the dark mossy grotto we've left behind. At least we no longer fear starvation, as Sledge is always ladling up some fruity or rooty stew—there's plenty of spare biomass to consume. The ironies are rich. Trapped in the infinite cold of space, we bake like Russian mafiosi in a steam room. Technology expelled us from Earth's garden and then, having shot its wad, gardening is left to take over. Similarly, runaway growth is eating me from within, yet Sledge encourages a runaway growth that may prolong my life, allowing me to die longer. The station has a kind of cancer—we smell it in the corridors everywhere, and trip over new growth every time we touch our blind appendages to the walls. As a girl, Chase, I always did get tubers and tumors confused.
Ordinarily, I'm exempted from my turn helping Sledge shift his banks of grow lights from one position to the next, but one day recently I was feeling vital (and bored shitless) enough to give it a go. In zero-G, the task doesn't involve any lifting, obviously, and even a one-footed lady can aid in nudging the fixtures around awkward corners. Sometimes, in all this dark, it's pleasant to cling to those few yellowish lights, too. This day, Sledge confessed to me the basis of his mastery of indoor agriculture: he once single-handedly ran the most fecund and profitable indoor marijuana farm on the whole island of Manhattan. The operation was tucked inside a four-room apartment on the Upper East Side, unsuspected not only by the authorities (kept off the scent by elaborately rerouted utility accounts, the huge electrical bills thrown to other addresses like a ventriloquist's voice into a dummy's body) but even by the closest neighbors, who regarded Sledge as an innocent and forgettable fellow-tenant in the large and anonymous building. Sledge described the operation generously: the rooms teeming to the scrolled plaster ceilings with bud-heavy green stalks, the floor cabled with sprinklers, the walls lined with foil reflectors to maximize the ripening effects of the solar-spectrum lamps, the stereo chattering NPR—talk radio to cover the drone of the daytime light banks, and classical music to give the plants a cultural heritage through the cool damp night. In one large closet, he kept what he called "the mother plant," a grotesquely thickened and practically pulsing rope of marijuana from which he cloned seedlings, a fine-tuned specimen of THC. The result he spliced from her was the highest high-end "one-toke dope," or so he bragged. He'd made himself and several confederates wealthy from the operation before a paranoid inkling triggered a violent two-day fit in which he completely disassembled the farm and eradicated its traces. It was those skills which have turned our once-shiny space station into a steamy green bacteria-funky lung. I suppose I've become Sledge's mother plant now, the improbable thing he keeps alive in an unnatural cramped space.
I don't know why I'm wasting so much of my keyboard time paraphrasing Sledge's tale, except that it was as if I'd visited the place myself. We're prone to transporting visualizations these days, in our darkened station, not to mention vivid olfactory hallucinations like the apple cider presently rising to my nostrils. The Russians talk about their childhoods incessantly, when they talk at all. Mstislav, drifting in the dark like a dreamer in a sensory-deprivation tank, has spontaneously offered several wistful accounts of cutting his bare foot on a sickle while pursuing a goat, and although we've many creatures roaming the station now that the Greenhouse doors have been thrown open, I'm fairly certain there's no goat on our roster. For me, it isn't juvenile pastorale to which I revert, but moments between us, Chase, daydream flashes I prefer not to believe I've cobbled out of wishful thinking and damp air. (Did you know we can't even properly gaze at the stars now? Our breath fogs any window we turn to. We're moisture, Chase, we're returning to dew.) I know I've got a lot of gall questioning your existence when it's my own that's so transparently dubious, or dubiously transparent, or something. But you never write, you never call, ha ha ha. So each time I roam the corridors of the Met in my imaginings, seeking that Chinese garden where our cool thrilling birdlike kisses were exchanged, finding that oasis of stone and fern and skylight, bowing my head to see our twinned reflections in the rippling pool there (and what is it that has stirred the water?—some misdirected wishing-person dropping pennies? The silent putter of filtration?), the museum and the Chinese garden and the mirror of water grow clearer and clearer while you begin to pale, I see only myself and a shimmer beside me, you're nothing now but an urgent elusive talisman, an object glimpsed but unseen, a fish's lure in the deep, a reason to go on living. And I do that, Chase. At someone's command, and I prefer to believe it is yours, my friend, I go on living.


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An application for registration must come from the breeder. Contact the breeder and request the Application for Registration, commonly called a "blue slip".
Note: The breeder may opt to withhold the "blue slip" if your purchase agreement specifies that the cat must be neutered/spayed prior to receipt of registration paperwork. This is a fairly common practice for breeders of pedigreed cats. If this is the case, CFA will not be able to assist you in obtaining registration papers until the terms of your sales contract are completed. If you have provided proof of neutering/spaying to the breeder and are still unable to obtain registration papers, please see below.
In order for the Cat Fanciers' Association to provide registration for an individual cat when the standard application form has not been supplied by the breeder, the following documents must be provided along with a signed cover letter request to CFA:
A pedigree or other document, supplied by the breeder, establishing the cat's eligibility for CFA registration. The date of birth and parent's identifying CFA registration numbers and whether the cat was purchased with or without breeding rights.
Copy of the written sales agreement stating the conditions of the sale, signed by all parties. The agreement must indicate that CFA papers are to be provided. The date of birth and the parents' identifying CFA registration numbers must be included as well as whether the cat was purchased with or without breeding rights.
Copies of canceled checks/receipts showing full payment must be included.
Copies of other documents showing compliance/satisfaction of all other prerequisites to the release of the application form by the breeder.
All of the above items are required. Should any item/information be missing, Central Office will not be able to assist you.
Upon receipt of these items, we will contact the breeder and request their comments and/or cooperation in resolving this situation in a timely matter.
Please send the requested information to:
The Cat Fanciers' Association, Inc.
Attn: Registration
260 East Main Street
Alliance, OH 44601
To transfer ownership of a CFA registered cat to the name of a new owners(s), the transfer statement on the back of the cat's registration certificate needs to be completed and signed by the present registered owner(s) as shown on the front of the certificate. The transfer date should be the date the actual transfer takes place. This date will be the official transfer date on CFA's records.
Provide the name and mailing address of the new owner on the back of the certificate where indicated. Please mail the certificate to CFA with the transfer fee shown below. A new certificate will be issued with the new ownership.
Early Bird Transfer of Ownership/Supplemental Transfer - submitted within 30 days of Transfer Date - $12.00
Regular Transfer of Ownership/Supplemental Transfer - $17.00
You will need to contact the breeder. The breeder can request a duplicate Application for Registration (commonly called a "blue slip", and it will be mailed to the breeder for them to forward on to you. Note: Duplicate "blue slips" will be mailed ONLY to the breeder of the litter.
To expedite the process, the breeder can order this duplicate "blue slip"
Note: The breeder will be asked for a credit card number merely to verify the order and mailing address. There is no fee for a duplicate "blue slip" and no charge will be made to the credit card.
If you are the registered owner of a cat, you can purchase a duplicate Certificate of Registration for a $15.00 fee.
If you prefer to handle the transaction by regular mail - in order to locate a cat's records in our computer files without the CFA registration number and to issue a duplicate certificate, as much of the following information as possible is needed:
The fee will be $15.00. If available, please include a photocopy of the cancelled check used to originally register the cat.
It is a fairly common practice for breeders of pedigreed cats to withhold registration papers until they receive proof that a purchased kitten has been neutered/spayed. If this is the case, CFA will not be able to assist you in obtaining registration papers until the terms of your sales contract are completed. If you have provided proof of neutering/spaying to the breeder and are still unable to obtain registration papers, please read on.
In order for the Cat Fanciers' Association to provide registration for an individual cat when the standard application form has not been supplied by the breeder, the following documents must be provided along with a signed cover letter:
Upon receipt of these items, we will contact the breeder and request their comments and/or cooperation in resolving this matter.
Please send the requested information to:
The Cat Fanciers' Association, Inc.
Attn: Registration
260 East Main Street
Alliance, OH
Unless the PIN is written on the "blue slip" by the breeder, CFA's registration software will permit only "not for breeding" (NFB) registrations. In order for CFA to register a cat with breeding rights, the PIN must be written in the PIN box on the Application for Registration ("blue slip"). The PIN is a 5-digit computer generated random number, called a "Litter-PIN (personal identification number)" which will be printed only on the Certificate of Litter Registration provided to the breeder. Each litter registered will be assigned a different PIN valid only for that litter. CFA staff does not have access to the PIN. Only the breeder of the litter will know the PIN. If the cat has already been registered with CFA as a NFB cat, please contact the breeder to obtain the PIN. Write the PIN on the registration certificate and return it to CFA with a request to change the registration to a breeding cat. The fee for the correction is $15.00
Since 1981, The Cat Fanciers' Association has been the leader in providing NFB registrations . Our new procedure eliminates the possibility of clerical error, provides a greater safety for you and streamlines the registration process by removing the need for a signature. This improved process allows you to provide the blue slip to your purchaser with total confidence that the kitten will be registered as you intended.
Kitten registrations will be processed automatically as NFB unless YOU provide a "key" to unlock our software. The "key" is a 5-digit computer generated random number, called a "Litter-PIN (personal identification number)" which will be printed only on the Certificate of Litter Registration. Each litter you register will be assigned a different PIN valid only for that litter. Our staff will not have access to the PIN.
In order for kittens to be registered WITH breeding rights, you must provide the Litter-PIN to our staff by entering it on the individual registration application (blue slip), EVEN IF YOU, AS BREEDER, ARE THE REGISTERED OWNER OF THE CAT. Without the PIN, our software will permit only NFB registrations.
For Breeding=Insert Litter-PIN on blue slip
Not For Breeding =Omit Litter-PIN on blue slip
If you are concerned about someone guessing your PI N number, enter a large "X" in the PIN box. Our staff will not accept a PIN written over an "X".
CFA does not allow the use of "white out" or erasures in Section C of a cat registration application (blue slip) or Sections 2 and/or 3 of a transfer of ownership application.
You will need to complete and send a Supplemental Transfer Form to CFA with your blue slip or registration certificate.
Be sure to include your mailing address with your request.
A certified pedigree for any CFA registered cat can now be ordered online using a credit card.
If you wish, you may fax your order to us at 330-680-4633. If faxing, please specify the following information when ordering:
3 generations ..................... $25.00
4 generations ..................... $35.00
5 generations ..................... $50.00
6 generations ..................... $75.00
Additional charge for shipping pedigrees unfolded ... $3.00
Expedited Service (twenty-four hour) has been established in order to accommodate those persons in urgent need of an individual cat registration number for showing or breeding purposes. The $25.00 fee covers up to two (2) transactions (such as a litter and one cat or two cats). Three (3)-to-four (4) transactions are an additional $10. Each additional transaction is an additional $5. Same day expedited service, received after 2 pm. is $50. Prior to submitting the paperwork to CFA, the applicant should contact this office regarding any additional fees needed for more than two transactions or for any other type of service (transfer, correction, etc.).
Please note that Expedited Service does not include any additional services that might be requested at the same time (such as certified pedigrees) and does not guarantee that certificates will be mailed to the applicant within 24 hours of receipt of the application. Normal mailing procedures (1st class or airmail outside the U. S.) of all completed documents will be followed unless the applicant also pays any additional fee needed for Express or Courier service mailing, which is not covered by the $25.00 Expedited Service fee.
An email address or telephone number is required in order for CFA to supply the needed registration number to the applicant within the promised 24-hour period. It is important that clear and easy-to-read email addresses be included on the application in the space provided. A registration number email that is returned to us undelivered due to an incorrect or misread email address cannot be re-sent.
In the case of transfer of ownership of cats belonging to a deceased person, CFA can complete a service at the signed request of the person handling the estate upon receipt of proof of authority to sign and/or proof of death, which can include:
If your name is changing due to marriage or divorce, it is helpful if you can provide us with the cat(s) registration numbers so we can change your name. There is no charge to change our computer records but if you want a new certificate the fee is $15 per corrected certificate.
The name of a registered cat can be changed or shortened if ALL of the following conditions are met:
Name Change-$15.00
Early Bird Transfer of Ownership/Supplemental Transfer - submitted within thirty (30) days of Transfer Date - $12.00
Regular Transfer of Ownership/Supplemental Transfer - $17.00
Cattery Name Suffix Addition/Deletion-$10.00
The cat's registration certificate should be returned to CFA along with your letter detailing the change desired.
To make a correction to a cat's sex or color, please return the incorrect registration certificate, notating on the certificate the new sex or color. The fee for this service is $15.00. A corrected certificate will be issued to you. Be sure to include your current mailing address so the corrected certificate can be mailed to you.
To make a correction to the registered sire, dam or birthdate of a litter, the breeder of the litter should submit the following:
If any cats have already been individually registered from the litter and new certificates are needed, the incorrect certificates can also be returned. The $15.00 correction fee applies for each individual certificate corrected. However, once the litter record has been officially corrected (and the correction fee paid), these individual certificates can be corrected for your records only at no charge.
Under certain circumstances, a cat registered with another recognized association may be eligible for CFA registration without prior CFA litter registration by the breeder. Application for registration can be made via certified pedigree from an approved organization with the appropriate number of generations included with the application*
Note: these rules apply only to cats being transferred to CFA from other associations/registries recognized by CFA. To obtain registration for cats eligible under this policy, a 5-generation certified pedigree (see Note below for exceptions to the 5-generation requirement), issued by the registrar of the association in which the cat is currently registered, must be submitted for CFA files, either by mail or email. A 5-generation certified pedigree includes the cat to be registered plus five generations of background. A 4-generation certified pedigree includes the cat to be registered plus four generations of background. Pedigrees used for this type of registration will only be accepted from previously approved registration associations (see Note below). Photocopies and emailed copies of the certified documents will be accepted as long as they are clear and complete and CFA can determine from the data provided that the pedigree is certified. Keep the original documents for your files.
Whenever possible, the cat name issued at the time of CFA registration will be the same as the name assigned to the cat when it was originally registered (as printed on the pedigree). Except for the use of the breeder's CFA-registered cattery name and for the addition of the new owner's cattery suffix where applicable, signed permission of the cat's breeder would be required for us to make any changes to the name. CFA Rules for Registration would apply with regard to the allowable length of cat name and with regard to the use of any cattery name registered with CFA in the name of the cat's breeder.
NOTE: Pedigrees from selected associations are accepted for registration purposes as long as the pedigree is certified (signed by the registrar and/or stamped with an association seal), provides all required information, and contains the required number of generations of background required by the breed to be registered. Required information includes the name, color (or color code), and registration number for all cats in the background. The breed and colors of those background cats must conform to CFA requirements for the particular breed of cat being registered. If you are not sure whether a particular association's pedigree will be accepted, contact Central office with the name and location of the association before purchasing the cat and/or the pedigree.
If a pedigree cannot be obtained from the current association that includes all of the required number of generations of background needed to register that particular breed, CFA will accept more than one certified pedigree in order to obtain the required documentation. We will accept a certified pedigree or a photocopy of the registration certificate for the subject cat plus certified pedigrees for each of the parents (or for cats further back in the pedigree as needed).
RECORDED CATS: Cats may be individually recorded for breeding purposes only, not for showing.
The requirements for recording are identical to those for individual registration via pedigree, except that one less generation of ancestry is required. Recorded cats may not be shown at CFA shows. This may be a viable option for the cat which has only a 4- generation pedigree.
AOV (Any Other Variety) REGISTRATIONS: In certain instances, a cat's background (colors and/or breeds) may cause the cat to be registered in CFA as a different breed than what is currently listed as the breed in another cat registry. For example, a cat registered as a Siamese in another registry but whose pedigree reflects colors/breeds in the background that CFA does not accept for registration in the Siamese breed, will be registered in CFA under a breed other than Siamese.
NOTE: The following breeds require certified pedigrees for the number of generations indicated in parentheses after the breed name: Abyssinian (8), American Wirehair (4), Balinese (3 or 5), Burmilla (4), Chartreux (4), Devon Rex (3), European Burmese (8 - North American Registries only), Korat (3), Persian (8), Ragdoll (3), Russian Blue (8), Scottish Fold (4), Selkirk Rex (can be registered using certificate of registration only, no pedigree required), Siamese (8), Siberian (3), Sphynx (3), Tonkinese (3) and Turkish Angora (3). All other breeds require 5 generations.
Titles and awards won in other associations will not be recorded or shown on CFA records.
To determine if your non-CFA registered cat can be registered with us, please mail or email at least a 4-generation pedigree for the cat you wish to register and include a note requesting registration information. For initial review purposes, the pedigree need not be certified and it may be a photocopy. Please be aware that an official registry certified pedigree may later be required in order to apply for the actual registration process with CFA once the cat has been determined to be eligible for registration via pedigree.
For the review purposes only, the pedigree information may be obtained from the breeder of the cat or from the association in which the cat is now registered. The pedigree must include cat names, registration numbers and colors (or breed/color codes) for all cats in the pedigree. If you do not have any pedigree information available and it is necessary for you to purchase a certified pedigree from the registry in which the cat is currently registered, please be aware that, although CFA only needs to see the first 4 generations for review purposes, further generations may be required to complete the actual registration process. If applicable, you can ask the registry association for their fees for upgrading a certified pedigree to 5 or 8 generations from the 4 generations that were originally purchased.
Mail or email to CFA a photocopy of the pedigree for the cat you wish to register and a photocopy of the cat's registration certificate from the association in which the cat is currently registered. Include a letter requesting registration information. The pedigree will be reviewed and either returned to you or we will contact you by email with further instructions. There is a $15 fee for this review process. Fees for actual registration will be explained in the return correspondence, which will also include any forms you will need to complete the cat's CFA registration.
If it is determined the cat can be registered in CFA using a certified pedigree, the fee to register a cat via pedigree is $40.00. If your cat cannot be registered with CFA, CFA will retain $15.00 of the $40.00 fee. CFA accepts credit cards for payment of all services. If paying by card, please include:
Please allow 15-30 business days for processing of the registration once application and payment have been received in this office. Instructions should be included indicating the name(s) to be listed as owner and the postal mailing address to be printed on the cat's certificate for mailing.
If you already have a certified pedigree for your cat as issued by the current association, please mail or email a photocopy of the pedigree to CFA Central Office along with your request to have the cat registered. We suggest that, if at all possible, applications for registration by submitted via email or mail rather than by fax, which is often difficult to read when printed. Keep the original for your files. Include the $40.00 fee. When applying for registration using a certified pedigree from another association, please use our Registration via Pedigree Form. Be sure to include (via an enclosed letter or email) any additions or changes you want to make, including cattery suffix addition and owner name(s) and address. If the CFA Registration Department can register the cat using the documents received, it will do so. If the Registration Department cannot register your cat, they will return your application less the $15 processing fee, with further instructions. If you submit via email, the Registration Department will reply back to you via email. This type of registration application cannot be submitted using CFA's online registration service.
Please send all documents to:
CFA - ATTN: Registration via Pedigree
260 East Main Street
Alliance, OH 44601
Phone: 330-680-4070
Fax: 330-680-4633
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