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Patagonia Men's Triolet Jacket
Our jack-of-all-things-alpine, the Triolet Jacket leverages waterproof/breathable 3-layer GORE-TEX fabric with a recycled face in a feature-rich shell to deliver versatile, durable performance in heavy snow, driving wind and rain. Fair Trade Certified™ sewn.
- 3-layer durable, waterproof/breathable and windproof GORE-TEX fabric with a 100% recycled polyester face for rugged protection
- Optimal Visibility Hood with laminated visor is helmet-compatible and two-way-adjustable to provide good visibility in poor conditions
- Two Napoleon chest pockets with watertight zips and zipper garages; two welted handwarmer pockets stay clear of a harness or pack waistbelt; interior stretch catch-all pocket
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- Low-profile cuffs use a tapered tab hook-and-loop closure for a tight wrist seal; dual-adjust drawcord hem seals out weather
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- 550 g (19.4 oz)
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Google is trying desperately to come behind in "social." New CEO Larry Page tied every employee's bonus to the success of Google's social strategy.
On one level it makes sense: Facebook is a huge, incredibly fast-growing and important business, and Google shouldn't want to be left behind in social networking.
But on another level it's also a bit puzzling: why should Google care that much about social networking? It's nice, of course, but why should it be so vital to a search company to be into "social"? They're not exactly losing money. Isn't "social" a big, vague buzzword anyway?
There are peripheral reasons: Facebook is inventing new forms of advertising and looks set to grab a huge share of display advertising, which Google badly needs to grow beyond its maturing search business; Facebook has deep and valuable data on users' likes and preferences, and Google wants comparable data. Facebook also competes very successfully with Google for top engineering talent, and Google needs to be seen as the most bleeding-edge company in the world to attract the best engineers. All of that is correct.
But none of that explains why Google should be treating Facebook as a mortal threat, which it increasingly is.
The big reason is in some ways so obvious that no one spells it out, so here it goes: on the internet, traffic is power and money and the company that controls the traffic gets the power and the money.
This is why "social" is more than just a buzzword (though it clearly is), and why it is actually hugely important. Social networks drive an ever increasing share of traffic on the internet, and that traffic is power and money.
In a narrow sense, people will always be searching for stuff on the internet, and that stuff will always include stuff to buy that companies will want to advertise against, and so there will always be tons of money to be made by being the biggest search engine.
But there's money to be made building mainframes and selling IT consulting services, but no one thinks of IBM as the most powerful technology company on the planet, even though it was for decades, and even though it's still huge.
Think about it from the perspective of a website owner, whether it's a blog or it's Amazon. For most of the past decade, the biggest source of traffic by far was search engine. So the thing that mattered the most to you if you wanted to make your site successful was search, whether it was search optimization or search marketing. The entire "ecology" of the web became turned around search. Entire businesses were conceived and built around this assumption.
Several years from now in retrospect we may look at the Demand Media IPO as the top of a decade-long cycle of search's domination of the internet. But now businesses large and small are diversifying away from their reliance on Google.
Now social networks can be 30 to 50% of referrals to media sites. The fastest growing source of traffic to commerce sites, which is where the money is, is social, and the history of the internet teaches us that if something is small but growing very fast, it will probably be huge. Most startups today, recognizing that they have limited resources and that SEO has made Google a victim of its own success, by overcrowding search results, are basing their distribution strategy around Facebook and Twitter, not Google.
When people talk about the threat to Google from social, they talk about people changing the way they search for information, asking their friends before going to Google. That's overhyped. People will almost always be using computers to search for information, because it's almost always efficient.
The threat to Google from social isn't that social could replace search as search, it's that it looks increasingly inevitable that social will become an equal if not bigger source of traffic, and therefore power and money, than search.
That might or might not pose a mortal threat to Google's core search business. But it certainly poses a mortal threat to Google's understanding of itself as not only the most powerful and profitable internet company, but as the most central internet company, the one that everyone gravitates around.
That's what Larry Page is scared to death of.
And he's right to be.
Now, Don't Miss: What Do You Do When Google Cuts Your Traffic In Half?
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Deputies: Stuffed taxidermists' animals recovered
LEXINGTON, N.C. (AP) -- Authorities say they have searched a North Carolina man's home and recovered stuffed bears, bobcats, foxes and other animals reported stolen from taxidermists in recent years.
Sheriff's deputies in Davidson County say they also recovered a preserved mountain lion, deer heads and coyotes at the home of Terry William Pitt Jr.
The Lexington man, who was initially arrested last month, was charged Tuesday with felony breaking and entering along with other charges. Bond for Pitt was set at $40,000. The man's attorney wasn't available for comment Wednesday afternoon. The sheriff's office said the items were reported stolen from four taxidermists in Davidson County in 2009 and 2010.
Deputies also say more than 60 racks of deer antlers were recovered during the search.


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Vegan Recipes | Made to Nourish
Cakes, Gluten Free, Holidays, Recipes, Soy Free, Tree Nut Free, Vegan
It's my goal to help you approach vegan cooking with a sense of ease and confidence. Crafting a thoughtful, practical newsletter is part of that work! Each week, you can expect accessible recipes and links to thought-provoking articles.


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Is there any reason to subsidize construction loans?
Is Brad Miller — one of the most financially-sophisticated Congressmen in the House — really sponsoring a bill in which Treasury would provide loan guarantees for homebuilders? Calculated Risk responds as one might imagine:
I thought this was from The Onion … unfortunately it is not.
My feelings were very much with CR's, but I thought it was at least worth asking Miller what exactly was going on. He pointed me to a letter he wrote to Treasury a year ago, and added this:
Yes, there is a huge overhang of existing housing units in many markets. You may recall that I've been very critical of Treasury for not doing much more about foreclosures, which is pushing down housing prices and adding to the overhang in many markets. Total household net worth declined by more than the GDP over about an 18 month period. Much (probably most) of that was the result of the decline in home values. I think that the loss of household net worth has been as much of a factor in economic anxiety as unemployment, and the diminished consumer spending that has resulted is making a strong recovery very difficult.
That is not true in every market. I certainly don't suggest that we build more timeshares in Las Vegas, which is obviously comically overbuilt, but the apartment vacancy rate in Raleigh is three percent. Regulators are pushing lenders, generally smaller banks, to limit their real estate exposure without much regard to the demand in the specific market. So we've gone from indiscriminate lending to indiscriminate refusals to lend, or worse, lenders are calling existing performing loans. The housing industry has led us out of recessions in the past, which is obviously not going to happen this time, but the inability of homebuilders to get acquisition, development and construction loans in markets with a demand for new housing is making the recession much worse. About 16 percent of jobs in the recent past have been in the housing industry. Unemployment in the homebuilding industry is now about 25 percent. The continued high unemployment in that industry is a huge drag on any recovery, and it's pretty tough on the unemployed.
The bill requires that the loans only be in "viable" markets, which means not comically overbuilt markets. Treasury should be able to tell the difference, and banks need to as well, since the guaranty is capped at 80 percent of the loan.
I am not new to this issue. I am attaching a letter I wrote to Treasury more than a year ago.
So in short, I agree with you that building houses for which there is not a demand does not build real economic strength, but I think building houses for which there is a demand does.
So, that's the rationale, and there are parts of it which make sense. If banks are as dysfunctional and self-defeating in their relations with homebuilders as they are in their relations with homeowners, then I'm perfectly willing to believe that they're destroying projects which can and should be perfectly profitable for them — and in the process causing unnecessary unemployment.
But the fact is that the history of government stepping in and telling banks what to do is a sorry one, whether it's done by outright instruction, in which case the banks tend to lose a lot of money, or whether it's done through loan guarantees, in which case the government tends to lose a lot of money.
I daresay that there are homebuilders out there who deserve loans they can't get. But the same is true of other businesses too — businesses which create the vibrant sectors of tomorrow's economy that ideally we really want to encourage, rather than crowd out. Banks aren't going to lend more if this bill passes: they're just going to shunt their lending from non-guaranteed sectors to homebuilding. And that can't be good for the long-term health of the economy.
As for the unemployment problem, there's no doubt that we want the people who have lost their jobs in the homebuilding sector to find new jobs as quickly as possible. But do we want those new jobs to be in the homebuilding sector? Not really. If we're going to encourage job creation, let's try to do it in areas of the economy which will help drive exports rather than imports, and which underpin a genuinely strong economy.


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Handmade rosary wrap bracelet {Inspired by Our Lady of Lourdes} • {Every rosary and chaplet is prayed while it is made for the intentions of whomever will pray with it next}
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Buyers are responsible for any customs and import taxes that may apply. I'm not responsible for delays due to customs.
But please contact me if you have any problems with your order.
Unfortunately since the item was already shipped/delivered, I have no way of getting it back and shipping it to the correct address. If it does end up at my door though, I would be happy to ship it to your current address!
I cannot do replacement items free of charge, but I would be happy to make you another rosary if you would like to place another order.


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It's THAT time again. Valentine's Day – when we all take a moment to celebrate those we love. So, we authors want you — teachers and librarians — to know that we adore you for all you do for kids every day. We appreciate you. We KNOW that you are not celebrated the way that you ought to be. For you, there should be parades and fireworks and a national holiday.
Many know that my second novel, Fish in a Tree, is a love letter to wonderful teachers everywhere. As I think of a few teachers, in particular, I really wonder where I'd be had I not crossed paths with them. Many have heard about Constantine Christy, my sixth grade teacher, who was the inspiration for Mr. Daniels in Fish. But, few know the story of Mr. Berard.
Mr. Berard was my seventh grade social studies teacher. He clearly loved his job and "his kids". Just as with Mr. Christy, it became important to me to impress him so when he assigned a big project in late fall, I decided I would blow his mind by building a colonial village.
In the basement of our apartment, I found a piece of plywood and began there. By the time my mom came home from work, I was mixing plaster of Paris with dirt on our dining room table. (Yeah, I know…) I made buildings out of inside-out food boxes and crayons. I used macaroni and cotton balls and legos and anything else I could find. In my own mind, it remains Smithsonian-worthy.
The heft of it made it hard to carry so, by the time I got to class, I dropped it on a desk, relieved to put it down. The noise got the attention of two unkind girls.
"What is this?" one asked.
"It's my project!" I smiled, feeling a bit taller than usual.
"That's not what we were supposed to do…" she responded with disgust. And then laughter. The kind of laughter that makes you shrink inside. And as I looked up, I noticed no other project in the room looked like mine. Not even close.
By the time Mr. Berard stood at my side, I stared at my shoes, my ears filled with the girls' snickering.
I messed up. I couldn't believe it. I had blown it. Again. What was wrong with me? How come I had to be the person I was?
Mr. Berard was quiet while the girls told him how wrong I was. I waited forever for him to speak. And when he finally did, he said, "Well…you didn't follow the directions, so…"
I wanted to disappear.
"…I'm going to have to give you an A minus…"
The girls argued but he told them to go. My head rose slowly so I could look at his face to see if he was telling the truth. And we locked eyes. His smile was sad. I don't even think I said thank you. I couldn't say anything.
If he had followed a rubric as we use now, I would have failed. Maybe I deserved that. But he would have undone everything that Mr. Christy had accomplished the year before. Instead, he chose to see the child before the student. Because of this, I looked at him with gratitude in the months that followed and the student worked very hard for him. And…was always careful to read the directions.
THANK YOU, teachers and librarians, for your keen minds, your strong spines, and your broad hearts. Every day, you have the opportunity to shape the world in ways that few other professionals can. WE SALUTE YOU.
HUGE THANKS TO THE GENEROUS, TALENTED AUTHORS/ILLUSTRATORS who've donated their books for this giveaway. Of course, I couldn't do this without each of you!
**Directions on how to enter are at the end of the post!
So, without further adieu…
And here are the SIGNED BOOKS!:
So a pretty cool line-up of signed picture books and novels, huh?
Okay–so to enter the SIGNED BOOKS Giveaway to win ALL of these books – THE KID LIT LOTTERY!!! ……
1) Make a comment on this blog about anything book-related, kid-related, something to inspire or make anyone reading this smile. 🙂 *Please provide twitter handle or e-mail address with your comment* Also, if you share elsewhere online (Facebook, Twitter, Google+, etc.) please let us know here.
2) Share to Twitter with the hashtag #AuthorsLoveTeachers (I know–long hashtag 🙂 But it will help us find your entry!) ***Please include link, if possible!
Rules: ***Giveaway ends on Thursday, February 21 at 11:59PM. Winner will be announced the following day.
1) This is to show our appreciation for teachers and librarians, specifically. Therefore, the winner MUST have a school mailing address and be presently employed at that school. (Sorry–only US or Canadian winners this time.)
***2) We know that teachers do not always get the appreciation they deserve. This giveaway is a reminder that WE appreciate you. Yes—we write the books, but YOU are in the trenches every day. YOU get the books into the hands of children. Together, we create life-long readers.
And for that…we are most grateful.
Thank you.


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Last week, I discussed how long, hot showers can dry out skin, and the consequences too-hot showers might have on people with skin conditions such as psoriasis. I took the challenge to take short, lukewarm showers and moisturize immediately after for a week to see what difference that could make.
The results? First, I did pretty well with the program, only using hot water once, and taking a longer shower only once. I didn't miss taking the hot showers on the couple of warmer days we had in Los Angeles (over 80 degrees Fahrenheit!), but I wanted to take a hot shower on the cold days.
As for my skin, I definitely didn't feel as itchy with my psoriasis or eczema. On the other hand, I failed to notice any improvement in my psoriasis. So short, lukewarm showers had minimal positive impact on my skin, but enough to keep trying them. At the same time, as a couple of the comments from the last entry mention, psoriasis is tough enough to manage already. Doing something fun or relaxing, such as taking a hot shower, may not be the worst thing given how it might relieve stress or bring comfort (though I think I've eaten too many of those yummy Godiva chocolate truffles this season!).
Since my skin did not improve much with the showers, I wondered what else might be impacting my psoriasis. Certainly, the weather, the meds, and my "eat anything" holiday attitude contribute to my condition. But I zeroed in on a factor that we've previously talked about in the blog, and that came back with a vengeance this week: stress. Last year I wrote about the stress of the holidays. This year, I needed to face a different kind of stress that we might encounter during this time of year — relationship stress.
This past week, I thought about a couple of people with whom I have broken relationships. I see these people once in a while, so I cannot avoid them completely. When one offended me recently, I naturally became upset. That incident brought back negative, hurtful feelings from days past. I eventually calmed down and contemplated the merits of forgiving them. Besides not wanting to be upset with the person any longer, I knew that holding onto the pain and anger showed on my skin. The stress of that relationship, however much power or control I wanted to hold over them by not letting things go, was hurting my health. And I knew it.
The holidays can bring us together with those whom we have history, drama, or pain. That stress can truly affect our health and psoriasis. How have you been handling the stress of the holidays this year, especially stress related to relationships? Do you feel that stress exacerbates your psoriasis?
I will check the blog this coming week for comments, but will take the next two weeks off to spend with family. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!


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Seven people have been selected to reboot the internet after a "catastrophic event." (A Micheal Bay movie? sub.ed.)
Seven Internet "Keymasters" are Paul Kane (Great Britain), Dan Kaminsky (United States), Jiankang Yao (China), Moussa Guebre (Burkina Faso), Bevil Wooding (Trinidad and Tobago), Ondrej Sury (Czech Republic), and Norm Ritchie
A team of computer scientists has developed a security system called DNSSEC that's intended to make sure that websites are what they say they are. The seven "keyholders" have swipe cards which will turn everything back on in the event of a major disaster. It would only affect the websites using DNSSEC, but it is really about security protocols.
It is not as if it will switch on things like servers, power up ISPs or do anything to stop the terminators, or zombies eating our brains.
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Seven people have the power to restart the web
by Nick Farrell on29 July 2010
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Romney and Obama head to their debate prep corners
WASHINGTON (AP) -- With one debate left, President Barack Obama and challenger Mitt Romney are retreating from the campaign trail to bone up on foreign policy, leaving the work of courting voters to their running mates.
Monday's debate in Boca Raton, Fla., with its focus on international affairs, is the third and final between the two rivals and comes just 15 days before the election.
Obama left Friday for Camp David, the presidential hideaway in Maryland's Catoctin Mountains. He was to remain there with advisers until Monday morning. Romney was to spend the weekend in Florida with aides preparing the debate.
Romney running mate Paul Ryan planned a campaign stop in Pennsylvania on Saturday. Vice President Joe Biden was headed for St. Augustine, Fla.
Monday's 90-minute debate will be moderated by Bob Schieffer of CBS News. It will be similar to the first debate, with both men standing at lecterns on a stage. Schieffer has listed five subject areas, with more time devoted to the Middle East and terrorism than any other topic.
While the economy has been the dominant theme of the election, foreign policy has attracted renewed media attention in the aftermath of the attack on the U.S. Consulate in Benghazi, Libya, that killed four Americans, including U.S. Ambassador Chris Stevens.
Obama had ranked well with the public on his handling of international issues and in fighting terrorism, especially following the death of Osama bin Laden. But the administration's response to the Libya attack and questions over levels of security at the consulate have given Romney and his Republican allies an issue with which to raise doubts about Obama's foreign policy leadership.
Ryan accused Obama of stonewalling, telling Milwaukee radio station WTMJ on Friday that the president was refusing to answer even basic questions. "His response has been inconsistent, it's been misleading," Ryan said.
Obama stuck with domestic policy themes Friday, accusing Romney of moderating his stands and conveniently forgetting his past positions on economic and women's issues. He coined a new campaign term for his rival: "Romnesia."
Romney has spent large amounts of time off the campaign trail to prepare for the upcoming foreign policy debate. Aides say the additional time preparing is well-spent even if it comes at the expense of public events.
Meanwhile, the ad wars intensified even more with the release of new TV spots for both sides.
Romney's latest ad criticizes the president's policies on debt, health care, taxes, energy and Medicare. It echoes the argument Romney has made in the campaign's final month: The country cannot afford four more years of Obama in a number of areas, not just the economy. The campaign did not say where the spot would air.
And an independent group supporting Obama said it would begin airing ads that draw renewed attention to Romney's tenure at the helm of the private equity firm Bain Capital. The group, Priorities USA Action, is redoubling its efforts against Romney, re-airing an ad about an AMPAD plant in Marion, Ind. That spot features former employee Mike Earnest recalling being told to build a stage from which officials of the office supply company later announced mass layoffs.
He says, "It was like building my own coffin." That ad first aired in battleground states in the summer.
Romney aides have said AMPAD was in a struggling business to begin with, and Bain overall created many more jobs than were lost.
That ad will air in Colorado, Florida, Iowa, Ohio, Nevada, Virginia and Wisconsin. The new campaign will be in addition to a $30 million effort against Romney policy proposals, the group said.


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My mother passed away today. She was so happy that she had the chance to share her memories with so many. She had a full life and will be greatly missed. Goodbye Mom I love you.
And so… by Mary Jane
Note- This story was written by my mother shortly before she passed away.
Last night's storm has left the morning pure and refreshed. Today I'll wear my lace dress with the ivory sash.
The front door is closed and my family knows peace. Now it is time to leave my room and enter a welcoming world, overflowing with life.
I shall carry this small book and walk down the lane that has always led to my four seasons. Accompanying me will be the sweet strains of music that mingle with the playful footsteps of my elusive fiddler.
Once more I am young.
In a while, I'll rest on the quilted ground with my head placed on a soft pillow of earth. From there, I can see a rainbow high above me. This day is to be mine.
My thoughts will be of tender times. The secret reflections of the beginnings of love. The miracle of life wrapped inside me. The particle of time when my infant's hands extended to me. The sacred moment when my husband and I combined in a renewed communion. The golden days when the six of us sat at our table and shared ideas and dreams. I'll remember when my parents bestowed their wisdom upon our children, and in return, received vitality from their young heirs. I will also rejoice in quiet unspoken victories only a mother knows.
Perhaps I'll eat from the basket of fruit I offered to Michael, and watch the family cat yawn and lazily stretch his paw, as a moth flutters by.
In the late afternoon, once again the Fiddler strokes his violin slowly and slips into the niche of the oak tree. And I will be content.
Then with the shadows of the past lifting, I'll wrap myself into the folds of the fragrant earth and enjoy a soothing sleep that prepares me to meet a bright tomorrow.
It will be a wonderful day, a mother's day.
Note: Read more of Mary Jane's short stories from her book "And So."
A Brief Introduction
I first met George in 1949 when he drove by our house in his blue convertible and waved in my direction. I was sixteen years old at the time and had just moved to Bay Village, Ohio.
Over the next three and a half years George and I spent our summers together and corresponded when he was away at Williams College.
I saved the letters that he sent to me over sixty years ago so that I could reminisce from time to time.
Recently, I was asked to share my letters in a book that would describe George during his formative years. I was also asked to donate my letters to the Baseball Hall of Fame to be put on display.
Unfortunately, the NY Yankees insisted that my letters could not be used for the book or be placed in the Hall of Fame.
The Yankees felt that my letters would cause "Untold embarrassment and damages to the Steinbrenner family and the Steinbrenner's business interests." While I find that hard to believe, I respect their decision.
Richard Sandomir of The NY Times wrote an insightful article about the Yankee's response, you can read the full story here, Yankees Want Steinbrenner Letters Kept Private.
While much has been written about George in his later life as the owner of the New York Yankees, little has been told about his formative years. I would like to share with people a unique perspective of these wonderful times.
I hope that you enjoy my stories and stop back often.
In Dresser Drawer, Recalling a Chivalrous Steinbrenner
(Published in the NY Times July 15, 2010)
Over the years my mother wrote short stories about events in her life and kept them in a box under her bed. The stories were fascinating to read because they took us back in time to a place where we grew up. Last year, my mother organized her stories into a small book, "And So."
Now, at 77, my mother spends her mornings working the front counter at a bakery, greeting loyal customers and, every once in a while, selling a book to a local resident who also likes to reminisce.
Last week my family flew in from San Diego to see relatives and friends. We wanted our children to see the old family photographs, so my mother reached under the bed and pulled out the box. She showed us some we hadn't seen in years.
While we were sharing memories on Tuesday, we heard the news that George Steinbrenner had died. My mother went into her bedroom and opened her dresser drawer. She pulled out more than a dozen letters from George dating to 1949. She had spoken of them before but now asked if I would like to read them. Instead I asked her to share her memories with us, and here is what she told us:
I met George on a summer's evening in 1949 when I was 16. My family had recently moved to Bay Village, Ohio. I was sitting on the grass beneath a splendid oak tree in our front yard when a streamlined, powder-blue Plymouth convertible sporting the license plate G7S pulled into the driveway across the street, at the home of the football captain. Lo and behold, a handsome young man got out of the car. Then for no apparent reason he looked in my direction and waved.
Over the next four years, George and I sat underneath the oak tree and shared our ideas and dreams. One of his dreams was to run in the Olympics. I am not quite sure if that was his dream or a need to please his father.
Every birthday and special occasion, George sent me a dozen gorgeous American Beauty roses. Seeing they came from the local florist shop and being a suspicious teenager, I'd ask the shop's owner if George sent roses to other girls. The answer was no. But what else would he say?
We often visited the ice cream parlor in the center of our small town. Each of us would order a milkshake, although I could seldom finish mine. George would insist I take the remainder of the milkshake home. This was accompanied by a lecture from him on the evils of wastefulness.
During those years we went to movies, football games, baseball games, parties and once in a while to watch the trotters at the Thistledown Racetrack. Only once did George become angry with me.
We attended a dinner dance at the University Club in Cleveland, and after a rather tiresome dinner, the band began to play the Mexican Hat Dance. George asked me to dance.
I refused, saying, "It's a silly dance and I don't want to look foolish."
George responded, "If you continue to say no, I am taking you home right now."
And he did. You can imagine the ride back to Bay Village. The silence was deafening.
When we arrived at my house, George, ever the gentleman, helped me out of the car and guided me up the porch steps to the front door. When he started to leave, he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Don't expect me to call you again."
Early the next morning the phone rang. It was George. "Look on your front step." I hurried to the front door, opened it and there, in all its glory, was a bright red sombrero with a small sign pinned to it saying, "Sorry." In those days it wasn't in George to stay angry.
In the late fall, hand in hand, we would stroll along the shores of Lake Erie while watching a golden sun melt into a frosty horizon. We were two young dreamers in harmony with each other and the world around us.
As time went on, we went to separate colleges and gradually grew apart. But I'll always remember him as a fun-loving, kind and generous young man who brightened my youth.
In a letter from George dated May 15 1950, he addressed me by my maiden name and wrote: "Well, Elster, I bought a pair of white bucks today, and I thought you would be pleased to know that I plan to wear them all around the Hicksville town we live in. You can laugh till the cows come home, and it won't bother me."
He did wear the shoes, and I did laugh till the cows came home.
Mary Jane Schriner
Sixty Years Later a Wonderful Gift from an Old Friend
Last July when I heard my old friend George Steinbrenner had died I went to my dresser drawer and brought out the letters he wrote to me over sixty years ago.
As I read the letters I realized that gifts can arrive in unexpected ways. Sometimes they come wrapped in a memory.
I've always thought of my mind as a small treasure chest and my happy memories are precious jewels. Over time I placed these precious jewels in a secret corner of my mind never knowing I would, once again, relive those distant yesterdays.
After hearing about George's death I opened the chest and took out my memories.
While I held the jewels in my hand I noticed a beautiful diamond begin to shimmer. So, I set it on a piece of black velvet in order to see into it better and there deep inside the jewel a memory came alive. It carried me back to a gentler world.
It was July 1949. George and I were sitting beneath the oak tree in my front yard. Warm summer breezes caressed us and sprays of sunshine brushed our faces but the most amazing surprise was our voices were clear as a bell.
We were laughing and joking about all sorts of silly things the way teenagers often do when our conversation began to take on a serious tone.
George was telling me his dream for the future. "I'm going to be the star of the Olympics. I'll even run faster than Harrison Dillard."
Then he asked me if I had a special dream. I replied, "I hope to become a famous writer and lots of people will want to read what I have to say."
George hesitated for a moment then said, "Well Margaret Mitchell, maybe I can help you write a great masterpiece like her novel, Gone With The Wind." But I was sure that couldn't be.
The day had ended and the diamond's glow was fading but as hard as I tried to hold on to the memory sleep overcame me. The next thing I knew morning had come and the phone started to ring.
It was my son, Michael. He called to let me know the NY Times wanted me to write a short story about my friendship with George. Their plan was to publish it the day before his funeral.
I was apprehensive at first because I've only shown the stories I have written to a few relatives and friends. Over the years I kept them tucked away in a box under my bed but soon my words would be read by many and I didn't want to disappoint George or his family.
I used his letters as a backdrop and, as if by magic, the words flowed upon the paper. Suddenly, what I thought would be a difficult task turned into a joyful journey back from those long ago days when we sat beneath the oak tree.
On July 16th my articled appeared in the Times and I was so pleased to see that they hadn't changed a word. Over the course of that day I received numerous calls saying how much people enjoyed the story and I honestly felt that this was a tribute to what a fine young man George was.
That night while I was relaxing in my favorite chair and I was locked away from the busy world outside it occurred to me that the dream shared with an old friend had finally been realized. And for at least one day, I was a famous writer. What a wonderful gift.
Now when I open the treasure chest and a jewel begins to sparkle I will take the memory out and place it on piece of black velvet for everyone to see because I love writing about those golden days when we were young.
Mary Jane Schriner
From Out of Left Field
George was always full of surprises and this surprise came straight out of left field.
In 1956 my husband Joe, who took great pride in being a navy pilot during the Korean Conflict, had completed his tour of duty and, without hesitation, he brought are growing family back to Ohio. Shortly after Joe, Joseph Jr. and I arrived in the Buckeye state we purchased a small bungalow and setup housekeeping in, where else but, Bay Village.
Our starter home was a sweet little house, although, my father referred to it as the cracker box. In spite of that harsh criticism Joe and I spent long hours painting and cleaning the inside and outside of our charming bungalow. We planted deep forest green bushes along the sides of the house and to set off this typical postcard scene we put a large ceramic pot, filled with brilliant red geraniums, slightly left of the front door.
I think it's best not to say where we displayed the pink flamingos but those shocking pink birds certainly lit up our neighborhood.
Now about George. Occasionally we would bump into each other at the Bay Village shopping center or sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of his powder blue convertible driving by our house. But, for the most part, we saw very little of each other over the preceding years.
So, when the phone rang one lazy summer's day I was startled to hear George's voice. He got right to the point, "MJ, the house next to mine is for sale and I wondered if you and Joe might be interested in buying it."
Once I caught my breath, a million questions began to march through my brain. Why now? Doesn't he understand our lives are going in different directions? What would Joe think? What would George's wife think? Would are kids get along, and more importantly, where would we get the money? On the other hand, perhaps George's call could have been a friendly gesture between two old pals. But, for whatever the reason, by the end of our conversation I was exhausted.
Before I hung up I assured George I'd talk to Joe about the house and then I thanked him and, said, "Goodbye."
Later that night when I was alone in the living room the unexpected happened. I had a vision and, to this day, I can't remember anything tickling my funny bone the way that vision did.
There we were, the Schriner family, living in the house next to the Steinbrenners. And, in the center of our front yard, lighting up George's glamorous neighborhood, spotlight and all were those shocking pink flamingos. What could be funnier than that?
Oh, in case you want to know, I neglected to tell Joe that George called today.
A Sunday Afternoon at the Steinbrenner's Home
Rap! Rap! Rap! "Answer the door Mary Jane. It's probably George," mother calls from the kitchen.
When I open the door George is standing there. After he flashes his sparkly smile at me accompanied by a hearty, "Hello Champ." He breezes through the living room past the dining room and plops down on the puffy dusty-rose couch in our family room. But not until he stops and shakes hands with my father who is busy looking at the evening news on our brand new TV.
By now, George has helped himself to a handful of cashews from our, always full, nut bowl. Then, just to be polite, he joins my father and, within seconds, the two men become glued to the TV while they watch a disturbing seen unfold before them.
It seems a certain politician had abused, in all sorts of ugly ways, the trust his constituents had placed in him.
When my father finished listening to the politician's confession he turned to George and said, "This is a prime example of how power corrupts." He then continues to say, "If you destroy a man's reputation for personal gain you weaken your own humanity."
Over the years I often wondered if George recalled those prophetic words.
I would like to set aside my father's veiled warning that evening and remember how comfortable and welcomed George felt when he visited our modest home on Upland Road.
On the other hand, the Steinbrenner's house was far from being modest. In its day it was the loveliest house in all of Bay Village.
The first time I saw George's home I was reminded of a house you'd see on a luxurious southern plantation.
It was centered on a picturesque piece of property and near the end of a long driveway stood an attractive carriage house where their servants lived.
Although George invited me, several times, I only attended one gathering at his home.
That Sunday afternoon when I arrived at the Steinbrenners, George helped me out of the car. Together we followed the cobblestone path to his front door and, for one brief moment, I could have been walking into a colorful Kincaid painting.
The snow white house shimmered in the afternoon sunlight and violet shadows from massive, turn of the century, trees slid across the emerald green lawn. Yet, standing in the midst of such grandeur and knowing I was about to enter the world of the rich and famous all I wanted to do was go home. But, out of respect for George, I couldn't.
By 3:00 PM plenty of George's closest friends were being served hot Hors d'oeuvres, delicate finger sandwiches and genuine French Petit fours on a charming closed-in porch that stretched across the back of the house. And, by the end of the gathering, the crystal punch bowl was empty.
Looking back, I must admit it turned out to a delightful afternoon. Although, there were two things missing – a puffy dusty-rose couch and a bowl of cashews.
A Moment of Silence for Sherman
It was the ending of one of George's letters that caught my eye. He wrote, "A moment of silence for Sherman. Maybe you and I will have to pick out a new pooch for your Xmas gift." While I read his letter, once again, a memory came flooding back. A memory of my mother, our dog Sherman and how George tried to make a painful situation better.
My mother was the epitome of refinement. Every soft-spoken word out her mouth became music to the ears.
Helen O'Toole was one of twelve children in a proud dirt-poor Irish American family. Upon completing the eighth grade Helen worked at a neighborhood five and dime to help supplement her father's meager wages.
Still, night after night, by the glow from a candle's flame you could see Helen's silhouette through a small bedroom window and, with her head bent forward, she'd read and reread her most recent library book. There is no doubt, the desire to learn was burned into that little girl's delicate soul.
During the late 1920's Helen set aside her struggle to survive when she fell in love with Charlie and married him. The realization that she was no longer shackled to the past allowed her to be the admirable person she dreamt of being.
Back then, Helen would often be seen hobnobbing with the Bay Village intelligentsia or as a stellar member of the Bay Village Garden Club.
Each Spring, we'd find my mother sinking her beautifully manicured nails into the soil surrounding the colorful flowers, bursting into bloom, in front of our city's stately Town Hall.
In everyone's eyes this gentile lady was a, well-intentioned, force to be reckoned with.
Right here, I'd love to say Helen never stepped out of the character she, so diligently, created for herself but, AFTER ALL, she was a mere mortal.
Her troubles began when my father appeared at our front door carrying an adorable Cocker Spaniel puppy. On the surface, bringing home the puppy seemed to be a great idea except Charlie knew, as a child, Helen had been bitten by a German Police dog and, since then, she was terrified of dogs. But following long hours of pleading to let the puppy stay and a list of stipulations mother acquiesced.
By now, the puppy had wiggled out of my father's arms and with his floppy ears and waggily tail he made a bee-line to mother and started to sniff her shoes. Then he laid the side of his face on her soft leather shoe and fell fast asleep. If, for whatever the reason, mother wasn't sold on keeping the dog that dear little animal had just sealed the deal.
As soon as he became the newest member of the Elster family we asked my mother to name him. At the time I did wonder about the strange expression on Helen's face when she gave him the grand title of Sherman of Bay Village – soon to be shortened to Sherman of Bay, anyhow, our lives went on until that horrible day.
That day seemed to be running along smoothly until Helen locked Sherman, who had grown considerably, on the back porch so mother could enjoy her afternoon ritual. Then, in her all together, she'd take a relaxing bath. And, as always, with her eyes shut and her head resting on the back of the tub she'd submerse herself beneath a blanket of bath oil and bubbles but, suddenly, the unexpected happened. She felt something wet on her cheek and it wasn't the bath water.
Sherman had escaped from the back porch, found Helen and was, happily, licking her face.
My poor frantic mother, in her confusion, instead of pushing Sherman away she pulled him into the tub with her and the two of them nearly drowned. If you haven't guessed, from that moment on, it was goodbye Sherman.
In the ambulance on the way to the emergency room, where mother was examined and released with a prescription for tranquilizers, she told us why she named the puppy Sherman of Bay. Because the first letter in the three words Sherman of Bay are SOB.
Yes, it's true, mother was a mere mortal like the rest of us.
post script – When George heard what happened he suggested we give Sherman to two brothers, Mike and Bill Taylor, who were his friends. Which we did. Unfortunately, a month later, Sherman ran into the street and a car hit him. He died on impact and that's why George offered to get me a new pooch for Christmas. I said no so he gave me a white cashmere sweater and golden cross on an intricate gold chain. While I was admiring the cross he said, "There's not a lot of gold but there is a lot of sentiment." Oh well!
George and "The Pride of the Yankees"
Here is a short story that Yankees fans will appreciate.
The other night I was watching Turner Classic Movies and they were featuring 31 days of Oscar.
As I was watching Gary Cooper in The Pride of the Yankees I was reminded of a long ago conversation with George.
First, let me tell you, George loved sports. He especially liked track and field. George had once told me that his father Henry Steinbrenner II was a championship hurdler at MIT. To his father's delight, George became an accomplished hurdler on the varsity track and field team for Williams College.
George also played halfback for their football team in his senior year and after injuring his shoulder was relegated to punting.
George corresponded often about his progress. I had to laugh when he wrote to me in December of 1949, "It's not much of an experience when they keep sticking you in heats with Harrison Dillard. I've gotten so use to coming in last that if I were to get ahead, I think I'll probably die of fright."
Although I never met Harrison, we did attend the same college. Everyone at Baldwin-Wallace was so proud of him when he won his gold medals in the 1948 and 1952 Olympics.
I had heard in later years that George hired Harrison to be the training coach for the Yankees. It's admirable to know that fierce competitors can become good friends.
Well, back to my story. George once confided in me that one of his favorite all time movies was The Pride of the Yankees. I hadn't seen the movie so George went into considerable detail explaining how it was based on the real life story of Lou Gehrig.
George was so passionate in his depiction that I clearly remember a tear in his eye when he said, "Lou Gehrig, what a great guy!"
Little did I know that George would soon become the proud caretaker of such an illustrious organization so rich in it's history of honorable men.
George Goes Along for the Ride
Legend has it George (Steinbrenner) and my father had quite an adventure. So, while I spin this yarn I will try not to let fact collide with fiction. But even the many times this tale has been passed down from generation to generation I still can't help thinking, "Boys will be boys."
Mid-summer days are generally uneventful in our hometown.
As was our custom, George and I would sit, side by side, on the puffy dusty-rose couch in our family room and watch the evening news with my parents.
After NBC's John Cameron Swayze finished his report, with a mischievous twinkle in my father's eye, he addressed George, "How about riding out to Lakewood Country Club with me. I want to show you my latest acquisition." Being a curious fellow George agreed and, guess what, I wasn't invited. Oh well, didn't I say, "Boys will be boys?"
At the risk of getting ahead of my story I'm going to tell you what my father's latest acquisition was.
He bought, what everyone should own, a brand new 1955 Cushman golf cart.
All of his life my father was intrigued by anything on wheels. Having a quirky sense of humor mother often joked, "If God knew I planned to marry Charlie Elster he would have given me a pair of wheels instead of these shapely legs." They were a delightful couple.
Charlie's love affair with cars began during his teenage years. The pastor of his church selected my father to chauffeur him in his fashionable Stutz Bearcat and if he wasn't driving the priest on his house calls you could find him tinkering with the cars mechanical parts.
Fortunately, over the years, that learning experience served him well.
Along with finishing high school and the advent of WWI Charlie joined the military and was thrilled to serve his country in the motorcycle core. After a year of active duty in the Meuse-Argonne offensive he was honorably discharged from the army. He then returned home to Michigan where he decided to search for greener pasteurs and chose a vibrant Ohio.
In the beginning of his career the main thing he did, on his path to immortality, was to bring the first auto wash to Cleveland and from there he leased parking garages in upscale hotels such as the Auditorium and the Wade Park Manor. Later he leased parking lots in downtown Cleveland and eventually purchased properties in Cleveland's business district.
Pretty soon, we knew my father had risen to the top when the Cleveland newspapers referred to him as Charlie Elster the "Parking Lot Magnate". But I do understand none of this is comparable to being the owner of American Ship Building.
Still, I can't tell you how proud I am to be the daughter of this self-made man. In my eyes, he will always be a Prince among men.
Please excuse me for digressing but at the ripe old age of 78 I sometimes find it's more comfortable to dwell in the past. So, without further adieu, on with the story.
When George and Charlie pulled into Lakewood Country Club's parking lot that evening my father was driving his dream car – a pitch black Chrysler New Yorker. Then, rather than going directly to a small barn behind the first hole where the golf cart was housed they made a detour at the men's locker room. The reason being my father wanted to introduce his daughter's friend to three of his special golfing buddies.
Following some serious hand shaking George, Charlie and his three buddies sat at a table in the middle of the locker room and ordered, to say the least, a few rounds of scotch and water. Then along with each round they thought it was great fun to order a Shirley Temple for an under age George.
At last, night had fallen and the four merry men, plus George, could be seen in the lime green golf cart zigzagging across the manicured fairways with Charlie at the helm.
And whether or not they were WWI vets these tipsy middle-aged men, except for George, considered themselves to be Doughboys as they bumped about on the back of the golf cart and along with waving beer mugs brimming with scotch and water you could hear them singing, at the top of their lungs, "It's a Long Way to Tipperary."
Now, it's time to stop and ask the reader if they know why it was in God's divine plan to put a boulder right in front of the golf cart. Certainly it wasn't Charlie's fault when he rammed into it and the golf cart tipped over causing all its passengers, even George, to spill into the sand trap on the 18th hole. What a sight these four captains of industry were, and George, as they stood in a foot of sand warning each other not to tell a soul what had just happened. Then, in the blink on an eye three of them shot a fearsome look at Bill Van Roy of Van Roy Coffee fame and someone said, "Whatever you do, Bill, don't spill the beans," and they all roared with laughter except for George.
Finally, the exhausted Doughboys and George, with my father steering, pushed his latest acquisition into the barn and went home.
Around 1:00 am George and my father were back in our house on Upland road and realizing Charlie's condition mother had busied herself putting him to bed. This allowed a bedraggled George a little privacy in order to show me the injury he sustained on that fateful night.
Just above his ankle was a giant purple goose egg and, if you can imagine, I was speechless.
Sensing my confusion and attempting to reassure me he bent down to give me a big bear hug but, as caring as George tried to be, he couldn't resist whispering into my ear, "Those guys are crazy!"
The next day I heard, through the grapevine, that George's bump was shrinking and all of Bay Village was happy to learn his hopes for someday winning Olympic gold hadn't been crushed.
That evening, as was our custom, George and I were back sitting on the puffy dusty-rose couch in our family room watching the news with my parents.
And the Legend lives on.
post script – 1955 was the first year of the Cushman golf cart (also knows as the Golfster). The distinctive front and rear bumpers, all steel body and three wheel design gave it a classic look. Only a couple of the first year model still exist today.
For Cushman enthusiasts this is the Cushman Golfster, model 732 production unit #19. It was professionally restored by Del Reals Auto Body & Paint in Escondido, CA. Both Ricardo and his father did an amazing job bringing this classic cart back to it's once proud showroom condition. We can't thank them enough.
George Wanted Me to Burn the Letters
One memorable Saturday morning, after Joe and I were married a few years, I was leaving Keefer's delicatessen when I bumped into George.
As soon as we finished exchanging pleasantries George offered to buy me a cup of hot chocolate.
The two of us sat at a small table in the back of deli and told amusing stories about our children's escapades.
Each us of us were careful not to mention our, long ago, relationship. We kept the conversation light and friendly until we were getting ready to go. Then, from out of nowhere, I startled George by announcing, "I still have all the letters you sent me."
Once George regained his composure a wonderful smile lit up his face and with a quick wink he said, "MJ burn them!" And that's what I intended to do when I got home but my day became unbelievably busy and I forgot.
Did you ever wake in the wee hours of the night and know there was something you needed to do?
Well, at 2:00 am the next morning that happened to me. So, I slipped out of bed, crept up the narrow stairs to the attic, found George's letters and brought them down the stairs to the family room.
Next, I rekindled the fire my family had enjoyed earlier that evening and ceremoniously took the first letter and held it over the fire but, all at once, George's signature caught my eye. "I miss you something awful Mary Jane. bonne nuit – Love, George"
Immediately I pulled the letter away from the fire and there I was all cozy and warm dressed in my flowered periwinkle nightgown reading the letters once more.
In one particular letter George explained about a campus brawl he had been in on a Halloween night. He tells me, "This morning I have a beautiful shiner and a lip that looks like the Graf Zeppelin but honestly Elster you should see the other guy."
He then goes on to thank me for teaching him the manly art of self-defense. This brought to mind the all-time funniest experience I had with George.
In fact, while I was remembering that eventful day a little giggle escaped from my lips and suddenly I burst into gales of laughter.
On a winter's evening in December of 1950 George drove me to Huntington Beach. This is the most picturesque area in Bay Village.
We parked on the side of a cliff high above a sea of splashing water and with his arm around my shoulder we watched the flocks of ring-billed gulls fluttering about in the icy winter's air.
Then George whispered, "Aren't the stars beautiful?" And I thought, "Oh boy, here it comes."
As usual I was right. After he leaned over and kissed me he proceeded to go a step further and, as usual, I stopped him.
But this time his face became flushed and he muttered, "Come on, I'm taking you home so you can read your Catholic Girls Guide."
This was a handbook that, in part, attempted to show young women the value in protecting their virginity. Quite frankly, I doubt it is still being published. Who would buy it? Still it was, for me, a way of life.
When we arrived at my house the last thing George said to me was, "Some day I'm going to read your Catholic Girls Guide" and I was so frustrated with him the words just popped out of my mouth, "I'd like you to read it. There's a great chapter on how to protect yourself from teenage boys with raging hormones."
It was a week before I heard from him again.
Burn the letters – NEVER
Mary Jane Schriner


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A few months ago I was using Debian unstable, but due to the problems I had with AIGLX I downgraded to stable, as it didn't solved I reinstalled the whole system as Debian stable(at that time I wasn't aware of the driver bug, I found that out here in phoronix forums).
So, I use debian stable 4.0, xorg 1:7.1.0-19 from backports.org and have no packages from testing.
My mobo is an intel D865PERL with a pentium 4(northwood) 2.6 ghz HT CPU
After changing the xorg.conf back to vesa driver, I made some tests, and I as I said before I load fglrx modules without errors:
Jan 4 16:41:16 localhost kernel: [fglrx] Maximum main memory to use for locked dma buffers: 1898 MBytes. Jan 4 16:41:16 localhost kernel: [fglrx] ASYNCIO init succeed! Jan 4 16:41:16 localhost kernel: [fglrx] PAT is enabled successfully! Jan 4 16:41:16 localhost kernel: [fglrx] module loaded - fglrx 8.44.3 [Dec 19 2007] on minor 0
delorean:/proc# cat /proc/interrupts CPU0 CPU1 0: 631058 0 IO-APIC-edge timer 1: 6061 0 IO-APIC-edge i8042 6: 5 0 IO-APIC-edge floppy 7: 0 0 IO-APIC-edge parport0 8: 1 0 IO-APIC-edge rtc 9: 1 0 IO-APIC-level acpi 12: 159829 0 IO-APIC-edge i8042 14: 14 0 IO-APIC-edge ide0 15: 44322 0 IO-APIC-edge ide1 169: 0 0 IO-APIC-level uhci_hcd:usb2 177: 0 0 IO-APIC-level uhci_hcd:usb1, uhci_hcd:usb4 185: 23261 0 IO-APIC-level uhci_hcd:usb3, libata, eth1 193: 0 0 IO-APIC-level ehci_hcd:usb5 201: 120090 0 IO-APIC-level Intel ICH5, eth0 NMI: 0 0 LOC: 630972 630972 ERR: 0 MIS: 0
Somebody had a similar problem?
Someone who has a 7.12 install with an AGP card working could post the contents of /proc/interrupts here so I could compare it?
Thanks in advance.


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Tuesday, July 13, 2010
What real publishers don't do
Returning Your Rights
Price : $99.00
No joke. Here's the link, from PublishAmerica's online bookstore. So along with ordering softcover books priced at twenty dollars and above, you can also order the plug pulled on your book for only $99.
Plus a possible shipping charge, since the email PublishAmerica sent to authors about this mentioned that,
You must choose a shipping option to activate your rights return instruction.
I'm not sure what they'll be shipping to you. Perhaps a frame for the letter making it clear your rights have reverted?
Posted by Marian Perera at 8:37 PM
Labels: vanity presses
4 comments:
- Shannon said...
That is just weird. I mean, really weird.
- July 13, 2010 at 11:43 PM
- Marian Perera said...
PA has always been about selling books and services to writers. So when writers have spent everything they can afford, they can pay to get out.
- July 14, 2010 at 7:51 AM
- LM Preston said...
That is horrible! Unbelievable!
- July 14, 2010 at 10:16 AM
- Marian Perera said...
Oh, it gets even better. PA has come up with a new imprint called Independence Books.
If authors buy enough copies, the books will be released as "Independence Books", without the PA label that is an automatic warning sign saying DO NOT BUY to bookstores.
This is why I keep tabs on PA - each time I think I've heard the utmost in creative venality and fleecing writers, I'm proven wrong.
- July 14, 2010 at 12:20 PM
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High HIV-1 prevalence, risk behaviours, and willingness to participate in HIV vaccine trials in fishing communities on Lake Victoria, Uganda.
(BioMed Central, 2013)
Abstract Introduction: HIV epidemics in sub-Saharan Africa are generalized, but high-risk subgroups exist within these epidemics. A recent study among fisher-folk communities (FFC) in Uganda showed high HIV prevalence ...


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In the 1930s, 40s, and 50s both of my grandfathers worked at the United Shoe Machinery Corporation in Beverly, Massachusetts. One worked there until the 1960s, after 40 years there as a glazier. Three of my four great grandfathers worked at "The Shoe", and lots of uncles, cousins and in-laws. Even my Dad worked there as a security guard in the 1950s when he was a college student. I expect to see some of these men listed in the 1940 census when the records are made public in April 2012. All these relatives were men, until World War II started. Then my grandmother became a "Rosie the Riveter", and went to work in the factory.
This was quite a new thing for Grammy, although she had worked hard since she was 12 years old growing up in England. But it was new for women to work on the factory floor at "The Shoe" and at many other manufacturers across New England, and across the United States. But the factories were re-tooled to produce war supplies, and someone had to run the machines when all the men were called to war.
My grandmother, Bertha Louise Roberts, was born in 1897 in Leeds, Yorkshire, England, and came to America in 1915 with her family. She married my grandfather, Donald Munroe Wilkinson, in 1926, and had three sons. My father was the baby, and when Pearl Harbor was attacked he was seven years old. I don't know when Grammy began to work at "The Shoe", but since Dad was in school and old enough, she went to work.
In her own words:
"Because there was a war going on and I had to go in as a matron, and I worked as a matron for a while and then I got transferred down to the sheet metal department. I worked there on the night shift. It wasn't too easy though because I would work from eleven to seven in the morning. I got a ride back and forth but it wasn't too good for me health wise and I was sick after a while. I had my veins stripped in my legs and ... they were stripped. [a treatment for varicose veins] And I had to walk as soon as I could after they were stripped. So I went back to work soon after that and my boss let me go to the tool department and do errands for him so I could walk." [transcribed from an audio tape of Bertha Wilkinson recorded in the 1970s.]
At that time the matron was a woman working in the factories that watched out for the welfare of the female workers, and supervised the lady's washrooms and dressing rooms. There was much hostility shown towards the women who came to work in the factories, and there were no laws against sexual harassment. Some women had never worn pants, and changed into them only for work, never wanting to be seen on the street in slacks.
Factory jobs for women paid more than traditional female jobs, but still less than men on the same jobs. They took the jobs out of patriotism, or for independence, or out of boredom while their husbands were away. During the war there were 2 million women working in defense plants, more than 10 percent of all women working, and millions more worked in other traditional jobs vacated by men at war. Less than a quarter of these women had two years experience in the workforce. Nearly all these women were unemployed when the war ended.
I can imagine Grammy as a matron, but it is still hard for me to believe she worked in the sheet metal shop. Although she was much younger then, I still can't imagine her making munitions or parts for war machinery! This is a fascinating part of her life I never really discussed with her. Grammy passed away in 1990.
How would you know if your ancestor or family member worked as a "Rosie" during World War II? Since the war happened between the censuses, her occupation wouldn't show up there. Perhaps the factory or occupation your grandfather or great grandfather held in the 1940 census will give you a clue? Did your grandmother take over in the family store or family business? Did she fill in at your grandfather's job when he was drafted? You can try looking at tax records for extra income earned between 1942 and 1945 by women in your family. A town history or historical society can tell you if there was a 1945 defense plant, or a factory retooled for defense supplies in your grandparents hometown found in the 1940 census. Letters, journals, and oral histories are the best way to tell if your grandmother or great aunts worked as a "Rosie" since these women's names were rarely recorded anywhere else.
World War II, by Carol J. Schneider and Dorothy Schneider, New York: Facts on File Press, 2003, pages 103 – 105.
Rosie the Riveter: Women Working during World War II http://www.nps.gov/pwro/collection/website/rosie.htm
Our Mother's War: American Women at Home and at the Front during World War II, by Emily Yellen, New York: Free Press, 2004
Copyright 2012, Heather Wilkinson Rojo


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You attend a Catholic university.
Your university offers a health plan that covers everything but contraceptives and abortions.
The current administration pushes legislation through Congress that requires all health plans to cover contraceptives.
Your school decides that rather than making their health plan compliant with the law, they'll drop it altogether.
Has the legislation in question improved your access to health care, or hurt it?
(Disclaimer: I am not a Catholic—or a Christian of any flavor—and I have my problems with the Church's hostility to contraceptives. But I knew that stance ahead of time, and that's one of the reasons why I chose not to attend a Catholic university.)
(Via Popehat.)


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You can connect to a MySQL database in a Real Studio web or desktop application using the MySQLCommunityServer class. If you have built a web application you need to consider SQL injection which is a way for someone to get data out of your database that you didn't want them to have or change data that you didn't want changed. The goal is to make sure that user input (such as SQL commands or delimiters) doesn't contain anything to manipulate a database in an unwanted way.
So, before you upload your web app, take a look at using prepared statements to protect your data. Although it uses the Real SQL Database there is example code for this in the Order example project. You can download that project from the about box in the Orders example.
Here's some example code from the Real Studio Language Reference:
// We'll assume "db" is the MySQL Database object added to your project
stmt = MySQLPreparedStatement(db.Prepare("SELECT * FROM Persons WHERE Name = ? AND Age >= ?"))
stmt.Bind(0, "John")
stmt.BindType(0, MySQLPreparedStatement.MYSQL_TYPE_STRING)
stmt.Bind(1, 20)
stmt.BindType(1, MySQLPreparedStatement.MYSQL_TYPE_SHORT)


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Playboy magazine announced the Jaguar XKR-S has been named its 2012 Car of the Year. Playboy's Car of the Year choices are particularly worthy of mention because its panel is led by Ken Gross, a seasoned automotive journalist and hot-rod enthusiast who was former executive director of the Petersen Automotive Museum in Los Angeles.
The Jaguar XKR-S, which has a starting price of $132,000 for the coupe and $138,000 for the convertible, is the most-powerful production car Jaguar has built. Propelled by a 550-horsepower 5.0-liter supercharged V-8, the XKR-S runs from 0-60 mph in 4.2 seconds and to a 186-mph top speed.
Following is a list of the other featured cars, described by Playboy, in the magazine's Cars of the Year 2012 coverage:
Fiat 500
Winner of Playboy's "Coolest Throwback" award, the Fiat 500 feels game, athletic and lively, featuring a sparkling Italian design in a crisp-shifting five-speed manual coupe or automatic convertible format
Lamborghini Aventador
The Lamborghini Aventador packs obscene V-12 engine horsepower, a 217 mph top speed and boasts a carbon-fiber body that is a perfect marriage of sleek and sophistication
Range Rover Evoque
The all-new Range Rover Evoque's sleek shape is a true Land Rover, with all the sophisticated electronic gadgetry, suspension agility and go-anywhere tractability you'd expect
Lexus CT 200H
The Lexus CT 200H is a hybrid that handles. This streamlined four-door hatch — with its efficient ergonomics, lively handling and cool demeanor — charmed Playboy at the Paris Auto show and afterward on the streets of rural France
BMW 1 Series M
The new BMW 1 Series M showcases an eye-catching, nicely balanced version of its bigger models. When you stomp on this little beauty's accelerator, hold on to your driver's license
Bentley Continental GTC
Winner of Playboy's "Best Convertible" accolades, the Bentley Continental GTC packs a 6.0-liter W12 engine, 567 horsepower and a zero to 60 acceleration speed of 4.5 seconds, making it every bit worth the high price tag
Ford Mustang Boss 302
The Ford Mustang Boss 302, Playboy's "Best Sports Coupe" winner, delivers a rumbling V-8, a six-speed stick and track-quality acceleration that can triple speed limits
Audi A7
Part one in Playboy's "Super Sedan" winners, the Audi A7 is an automotive aphrodisiac that boasts uncanny tactile feedback and undeniable presence on the road
Mercedes-Benz CLS63 AMG
With a comfortable and roomy interior that can go from zero to 60 in a blistering 4.4 seconds, 21 mpg and a mighty V-8, it's easy to see why the Mercedes-Benz CLS63 AMG is the co-winner of Playboy's "Super Sedan" award
Hyundai Veloster
Winner of Playboy's "Most Versatile" award, the high-style, fuel-sipping Hyundai Veloster is a sports coupe with a cleverly hidden rear door, raked roofline, muscular fender bulges and a direct-injected engine that is easy on the wallet
Your thoughts on Playboy's list of winners?


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- Afternoon practice
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For further information regarding women's heavyweight rowing (over 135 lbs.), please contact Coach Wilbur at firstname.lastname@example.com.
For further information regarding women's lightweight rowing (under 135 lbs.), please contact Coach Fisher at email@example.com.
For further information regarding men's heavyweight rowing (over 170 lbs.), please contact Coach Boyce at email@example.com.
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In order to participate in a varsity sport, you must have a sports physical done at University Health Services in the Holyoke Center.


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Almost 30 years ago, a Japanese janitor casually drew a few lines, which turned into a few more lines, which turned into seven years of his life and the most demonically intricate maze—hand-drawn or otherwise—that I have ever seen.
As Spoon & Tamago discovered, this man's daughter (@Kya7y) just recently discovered her father's masterpiece before sending out photos of the work over Twitter. After asking her father (who still works as a custodian at a public university) about the inhuman feat before her, he explained that the hobby turned into a bit of a 32 x 23 inch obsession, to put it lightly.
The feedback to the tweets has been overwhelmingly positive, but still no word on prints becoming available. But for the sake of everyone's sanity, it's probably better this way. [Spoon & Tamago via Colossal]


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CAMBRIDGE, Mass. -- The Harvard men's tennis team claimed its first Ivy League win of the season, downing Princeton 5-2 Friday afternoon. The win snaps the Crimson's three match losing streak and improves the team to 10-10 on the season and 1-2 in the Ancient Eight. Princeton falls to 7-11 on the year and 1-3 in the Ivy League.
Harvard claimed the doubles point by winning two of the three doubles matches. Aba Omodele-Lucien and Christo Schultz picked up a 9-8 victory at the top slot. Alistair Felton and Andy Nguyen clinched the point for the Crimson with an 8-6 win at the No. 2 position.
The Crimson claimed four wins in singles action to earn its first conference victory. Alexei Chijoff-Evans bounced back after losing the first set 6-0 to take the second and third sets, 6-4, 6-4. Joshua Tchan picked up a win at the No. 3 spot ina third set tiebreaker. Felton and Christo Schultz cruised to victory at the No. 5 and 6 slots, respectively, winning in straight sets.
Harvard returns to action Saturday, April 10, as the Crimson looks to win its second-consecutive Ivy League match when it hosts Penn.


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So, let's all try to think of some creative captions. Here's a few to get started:
"Yes, nothing makes you smile like matching his & hers pelvic floor stimulators."
"Crank it up and we'll REALLY start swinging."
"These go to eleven."
A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
You can get that cheaper at that little place with the really inexpensive films. You know, where all the creepy guys hang out.
Or so I'm told. I have no personal knowlege.
stay safe.
"More ways for parents to embarrass their grown children!"
(Love your site!)
--Ivan (longtime reader, first comment, I think--not taking my meds)
"If you have trouble figuring out how to operate it, just ask your grandkids! After all, they're good with all this newfangled technology."
Full Disclosure: These people aren't smiling - they're grimacing.
Tim "The Toolman" Taylor would say "MORE POWER!"
I think I saw that in a dirty movie once.
Maybe twice.
It's the Pelvic Floor Stimulator, that really drives you in-sa-aa-ane!
(cue Columbia's solo)
I looks like a Norman Rockwell moment.
Wrong ad, wrong ad you two are supposed to be over shooting the Cialis commercial.
I did not know such a device existed, should I feel dumb or lucky?
Extremely disturbing ad and product. However, I am gratified to see you use "these things go to eleven" comment because I was recently playing some party game and people were supposed to guess "This is Spinal Tap" and I used the "go to eleven" bit and NO ONE GOT IT. I think I need to buy copies of the movie and distribute it.
And Apple scores again with the new iPeed.
It certainly looks as though their devices are in sync.
Have you seen the back of the AARP magazine?
No you all are too young and beautiful.
While that device is not in there, there are plenty of other little "helpers."
I used to work at a large retirement "village" in central Florida, and the running joke is that the place had one of the highest rates of STDs in the state. Figure that Nana and Grandad are recently widowed, no fear of pregnancy (we hope)and no nosy neighbors or kids to see what is going on.
It was like spring break 24-7!
That antepartum tone will make those years all the more golden!
"Now it's ALWAYS bingo time..."
"This way we both can enjoy it."
Your prostate exams will never be the same.
Golden years without golden showers.
Why would a neurologist, or yak herder, be implanting one of these? Urologist, maybe. Was the sales rep lost, or did Dr Pissy specifically send the rep to you?
Tho if you have good insurance you can get one of these involved even if you lack the cognitive ability to monitor your voiding patterns and teach yourself to follow the rather complex instructions that accompany this type of device, in order to achieve urinary control. I suspect there are some folks who truly would benefit from this device, but the marketing is out of control!
Because sometimes you run out of Viagra.
Chris won the thread w/ Apple's new iPeed. :-)
Why wouldn't they just make ten a little bit more stimulating, and make ten be the top number?
I agree with Bobbi!!
Any of you scroll down the page only to see the "relevant ad placement" that's everywhere on the net...this time for buying "electric stimulators".
I knew there was a product endorsement I had seen.
stay safe.
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The reviews are in for the new Princess Diana biopic and so far, they are anything but royally good.
The Oliver Hirschbiegel directed "Diana" drew criticism from one critic that said the film's star, Naomi Watts didn't look enough like the princess and that the film was more a "working title romcom" than a successful attempt to bring the late princess' last years to the big screen.
"Watts gives an intense and volatile performance as the princess," critic Geoffrey McNab said in his review on the UK Independent. "The problem, though, is that she doesn't really resemble the character she is playing, and the feature shifts wildly in tone."
Other main qualms from critics were the lackluster dialogue and historical inaccuracies.
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"The major problem, predictably, comes with the dialogue, which involves characters telling each other things they already know," critic David Gitten said in his review in the Telegraph. "'I am a heart surgeon!' declares heart surgeon Khan. On another occasion: 'You're the most famous woman in the world.' Yes, we get it."
The murky reviews hardly come as a surprise. The London premiere was a more somber event and lacked the celebrity push seen on many red carpet movie debuts. One royal expert told TODAY that it's possible many celebs feared support of the movie could lead to a personal attack.
In late August, Watts voiced her original skepticism of the role as well. Watts told the UK's Sunday Times that she turned down the role on two separate occasions, for fear of how Diana's sons, princes William and Harry, would feel about it.
"The biggest reason that made me pause was how the princes were going to feel about this," she told the Sunday Times."There was actually quite an eerie moment in London when I did see Prince William in a restaurant, and I got very nervous, because if I caught his eye I didn't want to interpret a look and think he had a negative feeling about this idea, so I made sure not to look. I do care deeply about how the princes feel, of course. But it was a story that was bound to be told at some point, and it's possibly fresher than people expected."
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Only Baghlan park being turned into marketplace
Only Baghlan park being turned into marketplace
PUL-I-KHUMRI (Pajhwok): Residents of northern Baghlan province say the provincial municipality is trying to convert the only recreational park in Pul-i-Khumri, the provincial capital, into a commercial area.
Bagh-i-Qahwa Khana Parkis, the only recreational park and green area in Pul-i-Khumri city, has partially been turned to a fruits market while another major part of the park serves as home to a number of drug addicts.
Residents who had gathered in the city said the municipality was trying to turn the remaining small portion of the park into a commercial area.
Daud Rahimi, a resident, said: "A major part of the semi-green garden is occupied by drug addicts and if the remaining small part is constructed with shops then Pul-i-Khumri will be a city without a park."
Habibullah Khaleiqi, another resident of Pul-I-Khumri, said people in other countries used to destroy shops and residential buildings for expanding recreational areas, but it the case in Afghanistan was opposite.
He said Bagh-i-Qahwa Khana Park, which remained untouched was finally offered to be destroyed. "We ask the government not to destroy recreational areas and instead create more," he added.
Provincial environment protection authority head Norullah Amini said he was unaware about distribution of the park's land to shopkeepers.
"We act in accordance with the law whenever a threat is posed to environment. Building market in Bagh-i-Qahwa Khana clearly means destruction of green area, we will not let such an attempt succeed by any organ or person," he concluded.
Baghlan mayor refused to comment on the issue.
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If there are nearly 20,000 cyber security jobs are available in the state of Maryland, why hasn't it been shouted from the roof tops ("Cyber help wanted," Feb. 27)?
Most employment news we hear now is fairly dismal. With this many high-paying positions needing to be filled, the school system must take more notice.
Baltimore's Digital Harbor High School, a marvelous place dedicated to technology and located right in Federal Hill, is one place to start. Recruiters from the National Security Agency, U.S. Cyber Command and other government and private agencies should stop by and encourage students to enroll in computer security programs and pursue degrees in the field.
If such great cyber security jobs are going begging for lack of trained technicians, something is wrong. Everyone who uses the Internet knows that hacking and cyber crime are on the increase, and just about everyone I know has a horror story to tell.
What I don't want to hear is the work will soon be outsourced to Asia or that the U.S. State Department plans to issue thousands of visas to import foreign technicians to do the work.
It's about time our education "experts" started paying attention to real jobs that exist today and teach kids how to go after them.
Rosalind Ellis Heid, Baltimore