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Mencap Shop - Halifax
Exciting news - our new donation station shop in Halifax is now open!
If you're looking to donate pre-loved household items, we need your support to help make our new stores a success.
Come and visit us!
Unit 2
Pellon Lane RP
Store opening hours
09:00 - 17:00 Monday to Saturday, and 10:00 - 16:00 on Sundays.
We need your support
We're gratefully accepting donations of household items and clothes to create a vibrant mix of things for you to browse and buy. We regret that we cannot accept donations of used duvets, children's car seats, booster cushions, prams or pushchairs that convert into car seats, walking or mobility aids, cycle helmets, or potentially dangerous items such as knives.
By donating or buying items you are helping to support people with a learning disability to live the life they choose.
Other ways to get involved
Do you have good people skills and are passionate about helping to support Mencap's work? If so, search our jobs site to see if we are hiring for staff. Alternatively, ask to speak to the manager of your local Mencap Shop to find out if there are any voluntary positions available.


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gopipers needed a new banner ad design and created a contest on 99designs.
A winner was selected from 110 designs submitted by 21 freelance designers.
Find a Realtor
We are an invite-only network of the nation's most accomplished and esteemed Realtors (real estate agents), each of whom is ranked in the Top 5% in their area. These agents' unique experiences and expertise give users a distinct advantage, whether you are buying or selling a home. We operate as a free, no obligation service geared toward helping wealthy individuals meet their perfect agent.
Wealthy homeowners or homeowners-to-be who use online real estate sites like Redfin, Zillow, Trulia, Realtor.com or Yahoo! Real Estate. We are looking for people who are nearing the point of purchase or deciding they want to sell, and need to hire an agent to work on their behalf. We provide the service of finding the very best agents for the user.
We want an ad that integrates well onto real estate listings sites - clean, professional design with a clear call-to-action that stands out a little more than the page to draw the user's eye.
The ad should fit well into the design elements of this page, matching the gray border and white background of the section "Homes you might like" on this page:
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The default text should be:
"Find the best local Realtors"
With call-to-action text:
"Find now"
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The ad should be 300px x 250px fitting a standard ad slot.
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People Silhouette Solution Tangram Card
Solutions for silhouette outlines of people (runners) made from tangram pieces. Tangrams, invented by the Chinese, are used to develop geometric thinking and spatial sense. 7 figures consisting of triangles, squares, and parallelograms are used to construct the given shapes.
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Florida Center for Instructional Technology Clipart ETC (Tampa, FL: University of South Florida, 2009)


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Flavor Flav to fight Vegas domestic abuse charges
LAS VEGAS (AP) -- A defense lawyer says Flavor Flav intends to fight criminal domestic battery and assault charges and seek reconciliation with his longtime fiancee following an argument that led to his arrest last week.
Attorney Tony Abbatangelo appeared Monday before a Las Vegas judge on behalf of the 53-year-old former rapper and reality TV star, whose name is William Jonathan Drayton Jr.
The judge scheduled an evidence hearing Nov. 20.
Drayton is accused of pushing his fiancee to the floor and wielding two knives as he chased and threatened her 17-year-old son during an argument early last Wednesday at their home in Las Vegas.
Drayton could face up to six years in prison if convicted of felony assault and six months in jail on a misdemeanor domestic battery charge.


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(Laura Hollis).
Hello, this morning my guest is a young woman, (a professor at Mendoza College of business, at Notre Dame.)
Laura teaches "Entrepreneurship and Business Law."
Although I enjoy exposing Barack Obama's short-comings and inadequacies every bit as much as I enjoy a supreme pizza with double cheese, …
..on occasion, I believe that it's healthy, (not the pizza), but rather sharing the (reality) that I'm not the only "red-blooded" American who believes that Barack Obama is better suited to "herding goats" like his father, than he is to sit behind the desk in the Oval Office.
According to Webster: "trait," (in context) A taught, learned or genetically determined characteristic.
According to Webster: "re·spect," To show deferential regard for; esteem.
Alluding to the "home" environment that I grew up in, I don't recall a single person that ever explicated it was respectful to put your feet on the furniture, especially furniture that belong to someone else.
Laura's Dime…
I am already reading so many pundits and other talking heads analyzing the disaster that was this year's elections. I am adding my own ten cents. Here goes:
We are outnumbered…
We accurately foresaw the enthusiasm, the passion, the commitment, the determination, and the turnout. Married women, men, independents, Catholics, evangelicals – they all went for Romney in percentages as high or higher than the groups which voted for McCain in 2008. It wasn't enough. What we saw in the election on Tuesday was a tipping point: we are now at a place where there are legitimately fewer Americans who desire a free republic with a free people than there are those who think the government should give them stuff. There are fewer of us who believe in the value of free exchange and free enterprise. There are fewer of us who do not wish to demonize successful people in order to justify taking from them. We are outnumbered. For the moment. It's just that simple.
2. It wasn't the candidate(s)…
Some are already saying, "Romney was the wrong guy"; "He should have picked Marco Rubio to get Florida/Rob Portman to get Ohio/Chris Christie to get [someplace else]." With all due respect, these assessments are incorrect. Romney ran a strategic and well-organized campaign. Yes, he could have hit harder on Benghazi. But for those who would have loved that, there are those who would have found it distasteful. No matter what tactic you could point to that Romney could have done better, it would have been spun in a way that was detrimental to his chances. Romney would have been an excellent president, and Ryan was an inspired choice. No matter who we ran this year, they would have lost. See #1, above.
3. It's the culture, stupid…
We have been trying to fight this battle every four years at the voting booth. It is long past time we admit that that is not where the battle really is. We abdicated control of the culture – starting back in the 1960s. And now our largest primary social institutions – education, the media, Hollywood (entertainment) have become really nothing more than an assembly line for cranking out reliable little Leftists. Furthermore, we have allowed the government to undermine the institutions that instill good character – marriage, the family, communities, schools, our churches. So, here we are, at least two full generations later – we are reaping what we have sown. It took nearly fifty years to get here; it will take another fifty years to get back. But it starts with the determination to reclaim education, the media, and the entertainment business. If we fail to do that, we can kiss every election goodbye from here on out. And much more.
4. America has become a nation of adolescents…
The real loser in this election was adulthood: Maturity. Responsibility. The understanding that liberty must be accompanied by self-restraint. Obama is a spoiled child, and the behavior and language of his followers and their advertisements throughout the campaign makes it clear how many of them are, as well. Romney is a grown-up. Romney should have won. Those of us who expected him to win assumed that voters would act like grownups. Because if we were a nation of grownups, he would have won.
But what did win? Sex. Drugs. Bad language. Bad manners. Vulgarity. Lies. Cheating. Name-calling. Finger-pointing. Blaming. And irresponsible spending.
This does not bode well. People grow up one of two ways: either they choose to, or circumstances force them to. The warnings are all there, whether it is the looming economic disaster, or the inability of the government to respond to crises like Hurricane Sandy, or the growing strength and brazenness of our enemies. American voters stick their fingers in their ears and say, "Lalalalalala, I can't hear you."
It is unpleasant to think about the circumstances it will take to force Americans to grow up. It is even more unpleasant to think about Obama at the helm when those circumstances arrive.
5. Yes, there is apparently a Vagina Vote…
It's the subject matter of another column in its entirety to point out, one by one, all of the inconsistencies and hypocrisies of the Democrats this year. Suffice it to say that the only "war on women" was the one waged by the Obama campaign, which sexualized and objectified women, featuring them dressed up like vulvas at the Democrat National Convention, appealing to their "lady parts," comparing voting to losing your virginity with Obama, trumpeting the thrills of destroying our children in the womb (and using our daughters in commercials to do so), and making Catholics pay for their birth control. For a significant number of women, this was appealing. It might call into question the wisdom of the Nineteenth Amendment, but for the fact that large numbers of women (largely married) used their "lady smarts" instead. Either way, Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton are rolling over in their graves.
6. It's not about giving up on "social issues"…
No Republican candidate should participate in a debate or go out on the stump without thorough debate prep and a complete set of talking points that they stick to. This should start with a good grounding in biology and a reluctance to purport to know the will of God.
(Thank you, Todd and Richard.)
That said, we do not hold the values we do because they garner votes. We hold the values we do because we believe that they are time-tested principles without which a civilized, free and prosperous society is not possible. We defend the unborn because we understand that a society which views some lives as expendable is capable of viewing all lives as expendable. We defend family – mothers, fathers, marriage, children – because history makes it quite clear that societies without intact families quickly descend into anarchy and barbarism, and we have plenty of proof of that in our inner cities where marriage is infrequent and unwed motherhood approaches 80%. When Roe v. Wade was decided in 1973, many thought that the abortion cause was lost. 40 years later, ultrasound technology has demonstrated the inevitable connection between science and morality. More Americans than ever define themselves as "pro-life." What is tragic is that tens of millions of children have lost their lives while Americans figure out what should have been obvious before.
There is no "giving up" on social issues. There is only the realization that we have to fight the battle on other fronts. The truth will out in the end.
7. Obama does not have a mandate. And he does not need one….
I have to laugh – bitterly – when I read conservative pundits trying to assure us that Obama "has to know" that he does not have a mandate, and so he will have to govern from the middle. I don't know what they're smoking. Obama does not care that he does not have a mandate. He does not view himself as being elected (much less re-elected) to represent individuals. He views himself as having been re-elected to complete the "fundamental transformation" of America, the basic structure of which he despises. Expect much more of the same – largely the complete disregard of the will of half the American public, his willingness to rule by executive order, and the utter inability of another divided Congress to rein him in. Stanley Kurtz has it all laid out here.
8. The Corrupt Media is the enemy…
Too strong? I don't think so. I have been watching the media try to throw elections since at least the early 1990s. In 2008 and again this year, we saw the media cravenly cover up for the incompetence and deceit of this President, while demonizing a good, honorable and decent man with lies and smears. This is on top of the daily barrage of insults that conservatives (and by that I mean the electorate, not the politicians) must endure at the hands of this arrogant bunch of elitist snobs. Bias is one thing. What we observed with Benghazi was professional malpractice and fraud. They need to go. Republicans, Libertarians and other conservatives need to be prepared to play hardball with the Pravda press from here on out. And while we are at it, to defend those journalists of whatever political stripe (Jake Tapper, Sharyl Atkisson, Eli Lake) who actually do their jobs. As well as Fox News and talk radio. Because you can fully expect a re-elected Obama to try to reinstate the Fairness Doctrine in term 2.
9. Small business and entrepreneurs will be hurt the worst…
For all the blather about "Wall Street versus Main Street," Obama's statist agenda will unquestionably benefit the biggest corporations which – as with the public sector unions – are in the best position to make campaign donations, hire lobbyists, and get special exemptions carved out from Obama's health care laws, his environmental regulations, his labor laws. It will be the small business, the entrepreneur, and the first-time innovators who will be crushed by their inability to compete on a level playing field.
10. America is more polarized than ever; and this time it's personal…
I've been following politics for a long time, and it feels different this time. Not just for me. I've received messages from other conservatives who are saying the same thing: there is little to no tolerance left out there for those who are bringing this country to its knees – even when they have been our friends. It isn't just about "my guy" versus "your guy." It is my view of America versus your view of America – a crippled, hemorrhaging, debt-laden, weakened and dependent America that I want no part of and resent being foisted on me. I no longer have any patience for stupidity, blindness, or vulgarity, so with each dumb "tweet" or FB post by one of my happily lefty comrades, another one bites the dust, for me. Delete.
What does this portend for a divided Congress? I expect that Republicans will be demoralized and chastened for a short time. But I see them in a bad position. Americans in general want Congress to work together. But many do not want Obama's policies, and so Republicans who support them will be toast. Good luck, guys.
11. It's possible that America just has to hit rock bottom…
I truly believe that most Americans who voted for Obama have no idea what they are in for. Most simply believe him when he says that all he really wants is for the rich to pay "a little bit more." So reasonable! Who could argue with that except a greedy racist?
America is on a horrific bender. Has been for some time now. The warning signs of our fiscal profligacy and culture of lack of personal responsibility are everywhere – too many to mention. We need only look at other countries which have gone the route we are walking now to see what is in store.
For the past four years – but certainly within the past campaign season – we have tried to warn Americans. Too many refuse to listen, even when all of the events that have transpired during Obama's presidency – unemployment, economic stagnation, skyrocketing prices, the depression of the dollar, the collapse of foreign policy, Benghazi, hopelessly inept responses to natural disasters – can be tied directly to Obama's statist philosophies, and his decisions.
What that means, I fear, is that they will not see what is coming until the whole thing collapses. That is what makes me so sad today. I see the country I love headed toward its own "rock bottom," and I cannot seem to reach those who are taking it there. (Source, Townhall.com).
Come on people, does this woman have her ducks in a row or what?
Final word, and/or, my two cents…
As it is not my policy to step on other people's toes, I sign off today reiterating my admiration for those of you who log on regularly and with a great admiration for Laura Hollis.
Truth forges understanding, I'll be back tomorrow
Crusader Rabbit…


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Police are investigating historical sex abuse allegations made against Labour peer Lord Tonypandy involving a nine-year-old boy.
South Wales police confirmed they were looking into the claims, which date back to the 1960s and 1970s.
The alleged victim, now reported to be aged 55 and living in Australia, initially contacted police in April 2013.
However, officers had incorrect contact information for him and their investigation was delayed. The Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC) is now assessing the matter, following a referral from South Wales police.
A spokesman for South Wales police confirmed: "We are investigating allegations of a sexual assault involving the late George Thomas, which is reported to have occurred in the late 1960s and early 1970s.
"It is important that victims have the confidence to come forward and speak to us. We take any allegation involving sexual assault or rape extremely seriously."
The peer, still known as George Thomas at the time of the alleged incident, was a long-standing Speaker of the House of Commons.
Viscount Tonypandy, who worked as a teacher before becoming an MP, died in 1997.
South Wales police Asst Ch Con Nikki Holland said: "We were made aware of these allegations in April 2013 and have attempted to get in touch with the victim.
"Unfortunately, incorrect contact information was used and as a result we failed to make contact with him. We have since spoken to the victim, apologised for the delay and are investigating his claims.
"This delay was clearly unacceptable and we have referred the matter to the IPCC. It is important that victims have the confidence to come forward and speak to us. We take any allegations regarding sexual assault or rape extremely seriously and urge anyone who has been a victim of this type of crime to make contact with us."
The alleged victim told the Mirror newspaper he was abused by the late MP, who was a friend of his foster parents, at his home and another address in Cardiff.
"I was raped by George Thomas in Cardiff. I was about nine," he told the Mirror. "He spent a lot of time at my house as my parents were good friends with him.
"Things started small but then got a lot worse. It has been with me all my life."
A spokesman for the IPCC confirmed it was assessing the referral by South Wales police about the delay.
"We have received a referral but we have not made a decision on it. It is still being assessed," the IPCC spokesman said.
He added that the referral was made on 16 July.


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Ubaldo Jimenez, the day after history
ATLANTA — Bleary-eyed and smiling, Ubaldo Jimenez arrived in the clubhouse this morning. The reality of what he accomplished is beginning to set in. He talked to his dad again this morning, reveling in the details. He went for his six-mile run at 6:30 this morning.
"The alarm came early. I was tired,'' said Jimenez, who picked up the idea of day-after runs from watching Pedro Martinez and Trevor Hoffman, among others. "It was great to talk to my dad. He was so happy going over the game with me.''
Other fun facts:
— The Hall of Fame will get something from the night. Jimenez already turned over his entire uniform, including his cleats. "But I am keeping my glove. They aren't getting that," Jimenez said.
— Last night, Jorge De La Rosa, Manuel Corpas, Miguel Olivo and Rafael Betancourt took him out to dinner at the grill next to the team hotel. Betancourt paid.
— During the game, Jimenez kept trying to talk to teammates, including De La Rosa. De La Rosa didn't want to jinx it, so he said little. His contribution? During the middle of the game, he fetched a Red Bull and an ammonia capsule for Jimenez.
— After the game, Jimenez toasted his feat with several teammates. Nothing like champagne from a paper cup.
— As the last two outs were made, Jason Giambi and Melvin Mora were in the tunnel leading to the dugout going nuts. Giambi kept punching Mora in excitement.
— Dexter Fowler's grandparents were at the game together watching him in the pros for the first time.
— Carlos Gonzalez knew he had no chance on Troy Glaus' seventh-inning shot. "It was either Dexter or nothing,'' Gonzalez said.
— Pitching coach Bob Apodaca confirmed Miguel Olivo's prediction. Olivo said Jimenez would throw a no-hitter, and asked Dac what he would give him. A $1,000 Apodaca responded. Said manager Jim Tracy, "Right after the game, Dac told me about it. I couldn't believe it.''
Brad Hawpe is out of the lineup as a precaution. He ran gingerly to home last night when scoring, and the Rockies don't want to push his previously sore left quadriceps into an injury. … Jimenez hung out in the outfield Sunday during BP, throwing a few balls to Braves' fans who were screaming for souvenirs.
The lineups:
Rockies (6-5)
RF Carlos Gonzalez
CF Dexter Fowler
1B Todd Helton
SS Troy Tulowitzki
LF Seth Smith
C Chris Iannetta
3B Ian Stewart
2B Clint Barmes
LHP Greg Smith
Braves (6-5)
LF Matt Diaz
2B Martin Prado
3B Chipper Jones
C Brian McCann
1B Troy Glaus
SS Yunel Escobar
RF Jason Heyward
CF Melky Cabrera
RHP Jair Jurrjens


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Prestigious car dealership, H.R. Owen, has today embarked on a journey to revolutionise its customer experience using NewVoiceMedia's ContactWorld for Salesforce true cloud contact centre and customer experience architecture; a first for a company of its size in the prestige car industry to make use of true cloud customer experience services.
H.R. Owen specialises in selling the fastest and most prestigious cars in the world, from Aston Martins and Rolls Royces to Bentleys, Bugattis, Ferraris and Lamborghinis. It employs over 350 people across 14 sites.
H.R. Owen chose ContactWorld because of its Salesforce integration and functionality as a genuine browser-based cloud platform. Having recently upgraded its legacy CRM solution to provide a bespoke customer experience, ContactWorld enabled a natural extension to achieve a personalised service amongst its customers.
"We have high hopes that ContactWorld will be transformative for our business. When a customer rings one of our dealerships, we want them to be recognised at the point the call is answered. Our business is based on relationships and we want to help generate rapport at every customer contact point, from sales to servicing", said Chris Harris, Marketing & Customer Director, H.R. Owen.
Historically, CRM in tandem with a sophisticated cloud contact centre has been a pipedream and is set to fundamentally change the way H.R. Owen manages and interacts with its customers. Complex call routing with no need to abandon existing infrastructure seemed impossible.
"Not having to rip out and replace our existing telephone system was a compelling proposition in addition to out-of-the-box integration to Salesforce, and the infinite scalability of the cloud. Using ContactWorld will mean that we don't have to invest in expensive appliances and hardware to get going quickly, unlike some other vendors".
"We're planning significant growth in our business this fiscal year so being able to activate our agents with only a phone line and internet connection means we can get down to the businesses of achieving those targets rather than diverting money and time into expensive IT projects, something that is very material for a company of our size", concludes Harris.
"It's not just contact centres that need to provide a bespoke end-to-end customer experience over voice", said Jonathan Gale, CEO of NewVoiceMedia, "specialist industries recognise the potency of integrating cloud telephony to their CRM. People buy from people, so a human conversation is what in many instances will make the difference between a one-off sale and a long standing deeper relationship".
Find out more about ContactWorld for Salesforce.


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The pops programming at the Colorado Symphony Orchestra rarely gets as nerd-friendly as it is for the upcoming "Comic Con" show on Nov. 16.
"The Hero's Journey: A Symphonic Tribute to Comic Con" will see the full orchestra performing tunes from "Star Trek," "Star Wars," "Dr. Who," "Aliens" and various video games — and we learned this week that it has just added DeVotchKa vocalist/songwriter Nick Urata and Denver-bred composer Austin Wintory to the roster.
Wintory, as you may know, wrote the first full video game score ever to be nominated for a Grammy for last year's Journey, a game which topped numerous Best of 2012 lists (he lost, unfortunately, to the "Girls With the Dragon Tattoo" soundtrack).
UPDATE: Wintory confirmed to us that he will be conducting the Colorado Symphony Orchestra during the "Journey" portion of the program. "It'll be a debut with them for me as both composer and conductor. Nothing short of a lifelong dream on both counts!" he said via Twitter.
Urata is the leader of Denver's renowned gypsy-punk-mariachi chameleons DeVotchKa, a band that has also collaborated with the Colorado Symphony in the past. He'll play the theremin during a few appropriate sci-fi numbers.
Get tickets here and check out the full program for the show, which is presented in conjunction with the nonprofit Denver Comic Con and Comic Book Classroom.


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Last year, Midas, the muffler company, in honor of its fiftieth anniversary, gave an award for America's longest commute to an engineer at Cisco Systems, in California, who travels three hundred and seventy-two miles—seven hours—a day, from the Sierra foothills to San Jose and back. "It's actually exhilarating," the man said of his morning drive. "When I get in, I'm pumped up, ready to go." People like to compare commutes, to complain or boast about their own and, depending on whether their pride derives from misery or efficiency, to exaggerate the length or the brevity of their trip. People who feel they have smooth, manageable commutes tend to evangelize. Those who hate the commute think of it as a core affliction, like a chronic illness. Once you raise the subject, the testimonies pour out, and, if your ears are tuned to it, you begin overhearing commute talk everywhere: mode of transport, time spent on train/interstate/treadmill/homework help, crossword-puzzle aptitude—limitless variations on a stock tale. People who are normally circumspect may, when describing their commutes, be unexpectedly candid in divulging the intimate details of their lives. They have it all worked out, down to the number of minutes it takes them to shave or get stuck at a particular light. But commuting is like sex or sleep: everyone lies. It is said that doctors, when they ask you how much you drink, will take the answer and double it. When a commuter says, "It's an hour, door-to-door," tack on twenty minutes.
Seven hours is extraordinary, but four hours, increasingly, is not. Roughly one out of every six American workers commutes more than forty-five minutes, each way. People travel between counties the way they used to travel between neighborhoods. The number of commuters who travel ninety minutes or more each way—known to the Census Bureau as "extreme commuters"—has reached 3.5 million, almost double the number in 1990. They're the fastest-growing category, the vanguard in a land of stagnant wages, low interest rates, and ever-radiating sprawl. They're the talk-radio listeners, billboard glimpsers, gas guzzlers, and swing voters, and they don't—can't—watch the evening news. Some take on long commutes by choice, and some out of necessity, although the difference between one and the other can be hard to discern. A commute is a distillation of a life's main ingredients, a product of fundamental values and choices. And time is the vital currency: how much of it you spend—and how you spend it—reveals a great deal about how much you think it is worth.
This winter, a friend told me about a colleague of hers named Judy Rossi, a legal secretary at Arnold & Porter, a firm in Manhattan, who has a commute of three hours and fifteen minutes each way—six and a half hours a day, five days a week. If you discount vacation time, this adds up to two months a year. Rossi lives in Pike County, Pennsylvania, in the northeast corner of the state. (It is the fastest-growing county in Pennsylvania, owing in part to an infusion of extreme commuters.) Her alarm goes off at 4:30 A.M. She's out of the house by six-fifteen and at her desk at nine-thirty. She gets home each evening at around eight-forty-five. The first thing Rossi said to me, when we met during her lunch break one day, was "I am not insane."
Rossi has an extensive commuter career; it encapsulates a broad range of fortunes. She is fifty-seven years old. Born and reared in Flatbush, Brooklyn, she married at the age of twenty and had a son, but was divorced after four years. She paid her lawyer by going to work for him as a secretary. For ten years, she took the subway to his office in Manhattan every day—an hour and a half each way. When the neighborhood began to change, in the early eighties—when her son could no longer ride his bicycle around the corner without being pushed off it—she moved upstate, to Orange County, a burgeoning exurb. She married a firefighter, with whom she commuted to the city by motorcycle (an hour and a half each way). She would sometimes fall asleep on the back. His firehouse was in the South Bronx; he'd drop her off at a subway station nearby, and she'd complete the journey to midtown. He died in 1999. Five years ago, she bought four acres in Pike County, on the outskirts of Milford, and built her dream house there, a piece of the country, a place to retire. For a while, she tried driving, but found that her fatigue at the end of the day made the trip treacherous. And it got expensive—gas, tolls, tires. The bus was cheaper, but it depressed her. So she began to take the train, which (with parking) costs her four hundred dollars a month. This does not include the cost of her reading material, which Rossi, employing prison logic, treats as a kind of tinder for the burning of time. "Books cost money"—she doesn't have time to go to a library—"so I try to stretch them out," she told me. Still, she reads a book a week.
One evening, Rossi let me tag along. I met her in the lobby of her office building, on Lexington Avenue, at Fifty-third Street. It was five-thirty. Out of haste rather than rudeness, she didn't stop to greet me but headed through the revolving doors and diagonally across the avenue, toward the subway entrance. She wore a down overcoat, a red backpack, a pin that read "I ♥ my dog," a fortifying layer of makeup, and an expression of wry resignation. Her trip home consists of a subway ride on the E train to Pennsylvania Station (seventeen minutes), a New Jersey Transit train to Secaucus (eleven minutes), and a transfer there to a train that heads northwest to the end of the line, in Port Jervis, New York (two hours). From there, she drives across the Delaware River into Pennsylvania (thirty minutes). Missing the six-eighteen to Port Jervis can cost her an additional twenty-one minutes, so she has crafted a commute with just enough slack time (a total of about fifteen minutes) to keep it anxiety-free. She's an escalator-stander. "I hate running for trains," she said.
The commuter takes on compulsive attributes. Some people decipher where on a subway train it is best to ride, for optimum exiting, and, therefore, where to stand on the platform, by a particular pay phone or blackened patch of gum. On the E train, Rossi knows where she should be—the front positions her best for Penn Station—but she prefers to be farther back, where it is less crowded. Also, she never boards any train's first or last car. "If there's an accident, they're the first to go off the track," she said. On the subway, she always stands, and never reads, for fear of missing her stop. She stood on the next train, too—the five-fifty-two to Long Branch, first stop Secaucus. "We'll make it fine, unless we get stuck in the tunnel," she said, then added quickly, "I shouldn't say that."
In Secaucus, she joined other regulars out on the platform. One of them was a man who works at an auto-parts dealership in Queens, commuting two hours each way from Harriman, New York. He had on a T-shirt that said "Daytona Bike Week 2007," and in 1995 he was one number away from winning ten million dollars in the lottery. He reasoned that he makes thirty-five per cent more money working in the city than he would near home. Rossi, whose salary is under a hundred thousand dollars, estimates that she makes twice as much, although it's been years since she actually looked.
The train arrived, and we sat down, finally. From the backpack Rossi produced some photographs of her house, her swimming pool, and her granddaughter: her recompense, her consolation. "I keep these pictures above my desk at work," she said. "Whenever I get fed up, I look at these and say, 'That's why I commute.' " Her son lives with his wife and two children in a separate house on the lot; unable to endure the same commute, he found a job working for Orange County, half an hour away. The property is surrounded by woods. Deer come and go. In her calculations, such blandishments outweigh the inconveniences and squandered hours.
At Harriman, most of the passengers disembarked, and Rossi removed her coat and put her bag on the floor. She took out her book, a James Patterson hardcover. For an hour, the train rattled through the night. Middletown, Otisville, Port Jervis, the end of the line. With keys in hand, she stepped out onto an open-air platform. The parking lot was part of a larger one abutting a mall. The night was dead-battery cold. "It's a half hour from here," she said.
Her car, a Toyota hatchback, smelled of cigarettes and dogs. (Rossi's dogs—a standard poodle, a pit-lab, and a bichon frise—pass the days indoors.) She put on an oldies station—the Jackson 5 serendipitously singing "I'll Be There"—and drove along a state road past shopping centers whose varying vintages indicated the advance of rural ruin. We passed a Price Chopper market, where Rossi does her food shopping twice a month. She gave up cooking some years ago. Now she gets home, feeds her dogs, then heats up soup or pizza she buys at a pizzeria on weekends. She takes a shower and goes to bed, maybe watching a taped episode of "CSI."
The road grew windy and dark. We pulled in to her driveway at eight-thirty-seven. The headlights washed over a single-story seventeen-hundred-square-foot clapboard ranch-style house, in a clearing. The house's darkened windows brought to mind arriving at a borrowed country house in the dead of night. "It may not seem like it's worth it in the winter," she said, "but in the summer, when it's green and lush and someone just cut his lawn and you get that smell—"
The next morning, she caught the six-fifty-four out of Port Jervis. The train was nearly empty. The conductor sat in the row in front of her, looking through a catalogue advertising semi-automatic weapons. Rossi played solitaire on a handheld device—"I try to win three games before I hit Middletown," she said—until she dozed off. She generally sleeps for an hour. A man sat across from her tearing bank correspondence into bits, which he then stuffed into an empty plastic-foam coffee cup. The train filled up and came out of the Hudson highlands. At Secaucus, Rossi made her way to the next track. A train into Penn Station was waiting when she reached the platform, but she did not make a run for it. It pulled away without her. She'd catch the next one.
There are, of course, all kinds of commuters—from migrant workers to intercontinental business-class weekenders. Last year, the Transportation Research Board of the National Academies released an exhaustive, decennial report titled "Commuting in America III." "What a privilege it is to work on a subject that is a source of endless interest," its author, Alan Pisarski, wrote. Pisarski calls commuting "the interaction of demography with geography," and the nuances are legion. (Hispanics drive alone less; women leave home later.) But the average travel time keeps going up.
Americans, for all their bellyaching, are not the world's most afflicted commuters. They average fifty-one minutes a day, to and from work. Pity the Romanians, who average fifty-four. Or the citizens of Bangkok, who average—average!—two hours. A business trip to Bangkok will buck up the glummest Van Wyck Expressway rubbernecker; the traffic there, as in so many automobile-plagued Asian mega-capitals, is apocalyptic. In Japan, land of the bullet train, workers spend almost ninety minutes a day.
The term "commute" derives from its original meaning of "to change to another less severe." In the eighteen-forties, the men who rode the railways each day from newly established suburbs to work in the cities did so at a reduced rate. The railroad, in other words, commuted their fares, in exchange for reliable ridership (as it still does, if you consider the monthly pass). In time, the commuted became commuters. In New York, and in cities like Philadelphia, Boston, and Chicago, railways begat reachable and desirable suburbs, so that, by the time the automobile came along, patterns of development, and a calculus of class and status, had already been established. It was this kind of commute—the forty-minute train trip, bookended by a short drive or walk or subway ride—that people grew accustomed to, and even fond of. Here was a measure of inconvenience that could be integrated into daily life, albeit with certain bleak side effects, as chronicled by John Cheever and Richard Yates. Commuting by rail became a kind of gateway drug.
Is there a perfect commute? Many citizens of Bronxville, a small, exclusive, affluent, mostly white enclave that is as close as a town can be to New York City without being part of it, would nominate theirs. A place like this could not exist, of course, without a daily influx of labor from neighboring towns. ("Every Bronxville needs its Yonkers," the historian Kenneth T. Jackson told me.) The Bronxville commute—twenty-eight minutes from Grand Central Terminal—is a well-oiled one, and it has its proud and cagey veterans, some of them whose fathers made the same commute, back when men wore hats. Many people still walk to the train station, timing their arrival on the platform to coincide with the opening of the train's doors. And many walk through tunnels from Grand Central to their office buildings; they hardly ever see the street.
Commuting is an exercise in repetition. The will to efficiency varies, but it expresses itself in the hardening of commuters' habits, as they seek to alleviate the dissipation of time and sanity. Some people travel with coffee; they have a place to buy it, a preferred approach to not spilling it, a manner of discarding the cup. You can spot the novice: he's rifling through pockets in search of his ticket, coffee bubbling up out the pinprick holes of his flattop lid, leading him to wonder how it is possible for the coffee to be leaking when the top is on tight. He has no strategy for newsprint stain. The pros have their routines. There's a group that plays bridge on the seven-fifty-eight to Grand Central. To get in a game during the short ride, they play speed bridge, a customized version with complicated rules. They often get into game-halting arguments about these rules, so they wind up playing less bridge than they would at normal speed. Still, the fellowship, and the attempt at optimization, must bring some measure of happiness.
Nationwide, the automobile took over from the train long ago. Nine out of ten people travel to work by car, and, of those, eighty-eight per cent drive alone. The car, and the sprawl that comes with it (each—familiar story—having helped to engender and entrench the other), ushers in another kind of experience. The gray-suited armies of Cheever's 5:48 have given way to the business-casual soloists, whose loneliness is no longer merely existential. They hardly even have the opportunity to feel estranged at home, their time there is so brief.
"Drive until you qualify" is a phrase that real-estate agents use to describe a central tenet of the commuting life: you travel away from the workplace until you reach an exit where you can afford to buy a house that meets your standards. The size of the wallet determines that of the mortgage, and therefore the length of the commute. Although there are other variables (schools, spouse, status, climate, race, religion, taxes, taste) and occasional exceptions (inner cities, Princeton), in this equation you're trading time for space, miles for square feet. Sometimes contentment figures in, and sometimes it does not.
Commuting makes people unhappy, or so many studies have shown. Recently, the Nobel laureate Daniel Kahneman and the economist Alan Krueger asked nine hundred working women in Texas to rate their daily activities, according to how much they enjoyed them. Commuting came in last. (Sex came in first.) The source of the unhappiness is not so much the commute itself as what it deprives you of. When you are commuting by car, you are not hanging out with the kids, sleeping with your spouse (or anyone else), playing soccer, watching soccer, coaching soccer, arguing about politics, praying in a church, or drinking in a bar. In short, you are not spending time with other people. The two hours or more of leisure time granted by the introduction, in the early twentieth century, of the eight-hour workday are now passed in solitude. You have cup holders for company.
"I was shocked to find how robust a predictor of social isolation commuting is," Robert Putnam, a Harvard political scientist, told me. (Putnam wrote the best-seller "Bowling Alone," about the disintegration of American civic life.) "There's a simple rule of thumb: Every ten minutes of commuting results in ten per cent fewer social connections. Commuting is connected to social isolation, which causes unhappiness."
Commuter-wise, New York City is an anomaly. New Yorkers have the highest average journey-to-work times (thirty-nine minutes) of any city in the country, but are apparently much happier with their commutes than people are elsewhere. It could be that New Yorkers are better conditioned to megalopolitan hardships, or that public transportation ameliorates some of the psychic costs. Or maybe they're better at lying to themselves.
Drivers often say they prize the time alone—to gather their wits, listen to music, or talk on the phone. They also like the freedom, the ability, illusory though it may be, to come and go as they please; schedules can seem an imposition, as can a crowded train's cattle-car ambience. But the driver's seat is a lonely place. People tend to behave in their cars as though they are alone in a room. Road rage is one symptom of this; on the street or on the train, people don't generally walk around calling each other assholes. Howard Stern is another; you can listen to lewd evocations without feeling as though you were pushing the bounds of the social contract. You could drive to work without your pants on, and no one would know.
The loneliness quotient might also account for some of the commute tolerance in New York. On the train or the bus, one can experience an illusion of fellowship, even if you disdain your fellow-passengers or are revolted by them. Perhaps there's succor in inadvertent eye contact, the presence of a pretty woman, shared disgruntlement (over a delay or a spilled Pepsi), or the shuffle through the doors, which requires, on a subconscious level, an array of social compromises and collaborations. Train riding has other benefits. Passengers can sleep or read, send e-mails or play cards. Delays are out of their control.
Three years ago, two economists at the University of Zurich, Bruno Frey and Alois Stutzer, released a study called "Stress That Doesn't Pay: The Commuting Paradox." They found that, if your trip is an hour each way, you'd have to make forty per cent more in salary to be as "satisfied" with life as a noncommuter is. (Their data come from Germany, where you'd think speedy Autobahns and punctual trains would bring a little Freude to the proceedings, and their methodology is elaborate and thorough, if impenetrable to the layman, relying on equations like U=α+ß₁D+ß₂D²+γX+δ₁w+δ₂w²+δ₃log y.) The commuting paradox reflects the notion that many people, who are supposedly rational (according to classical economic theory, at least), commute even though it makes them miserable. They are not, in the final accounting, adequately compensated.
"People with long journeys to and from work are systematically worse off and report significantly lower subjective well-being," Stutzer told me. According to the economic concept of equilibrium, people will move or change jobs to make up for imbalances in compensation. Commute time should be offset by higher pay or lower living costs, or a better standard of living. It is this last category that people apparently have trouble measuring. They tend to overvalue the material fruits of their commute—money, house, prestige—and to undervalue what they're giving up: sleep, exercise, fun.
"They have to trade off social goods for material goods," Stutzer said. "This is very difficult for people. They make systematic mistakes. We are very good at predicting whether we'll like something but not at knowing for how long." People adapt to a higher living standard but not to social isolation. Frey and Stutzer infer that some people, even when the costs become clear, just lack the will power to change. "People have limited self-control and insufficient energy, inducing some people to not even try to improve their lot," they write. In this regard, they say, commuting resembles smoking and failing to save money.
This analysis presupposes that commuting represents what economists call a rational choice, as opposed to a constrained choice. Postwar zoning laws aggressively separated living space from commercial space, requiring more roads and parking lots—known to planners as Euclidean zoning (after a Supreme Court decision involving Euclid, Ohio), and to civilians as sprawl. Putnam likes to imagine that there is a triangle, its points comprising where you sleep, where you work, and where you shop. In a canonical English village, or in a university town, the sides of that triangle are very short: a five-minute walk from one point to the next. In many American cities, you can spend an hour or two travelling each side. "You live in Pasadena, work in North Hollywood, shop in the Valley," Putnam said. "Where is your community?" The smaller the triangle, the happier the human, as long as there is social interaction to be had. In that kind of life, you have a small refrigerator, because you can get to the store quickly and often. By this logic, the bigger the refrigerator, the lonelier the soul.
Putnam's favorite city is Bologna, in Italy, which has a population of three hundred and fifty thousand; it's just small enough to retain village-like characteristics. "It would be interesting to swap the citizens of Bologna with the population of New Jersey," Putnam said. "Do the Bolognese become disconnected and grouchy? Is there a sudden explosion of malls in Bologna? How much of the way we live is forced on us? How much is our choice?"
Atlanta is perhaps the purest specimen of a vexed commuter town, a big-fridge paradise. Los Angeles, the country's most sprawling megalopolis, may boast a more dizzying array of horrible commutes, but many of them are the result of a difficult landscape—ocean restricting growth on one side, mountains on another. Chicago, Washington, D.C., and the Bay Area are worthy candidates, but they, too, owe a degree of complication to bodies of water. But Atlanta, like Houston, sprawls without impediment in all directions, and an inordinate number of the commutes range from one edge of the sprawl to the opposite side. People live and work on the outskirts. For them, the city itself is little more than an obstacle and an idea.
Atlanta is a beltway town—it is defined by the interstate, known as the Perimeter, that encircles it. It has a notoriously paltry system of public transportation. The Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority, or MARTA, operates two rail lines, which form a cross whose ends extend, at most, a few stops past the Perimeter. Most communities have no access to it, and there are prejudices against it. (You don't have to be in Atlanta long before someone relates, ruefully or conspiratorially, an alternative source of the acronym—"Moving Africans Rapidly Through Atlanta.") Decades ago, residents of two counties surrounding the city voted down an extension of the MARTA system. Ninety-four per cent of Atlantans commute by car, and the city has the highest annual per-capita gasoline costs in the country. According to the last census, the travel time in Atlanta grew faster in the nineties than in any other American city, and it's getting worse. Travelling ten miles can take forty-five minutes.
Road-building doesn't much help. Atlanta is a showcase for a phenomenon called "induced traffic": the more highway lanes you build, the more traffic you get. People find it agreeable to move farther away, and, as others join them, they find it less agreeable (or affordable), and so they move farther still. The lanes fill up.
The antidote, in vogue in planning circles, if not in state houses, is mixed-use zoning and mixed-income dwelling, so that people don't have to travel so far to go to work or to buy what they need. Smaller triangles, in other words. Michael Dobbins, a planner and architect at Georgia Tech, told me that to substantially reduce congestion all you'd need to do is cut the average daily driving miles from thirty-five to thirty-one. He noted, as others had, that Atlanta was in the midst of a reurbanizing boom, with people moving downtown again and condominium towers sprouting up, amid increasingly vigorous agitations for more public transportation. Still, the centrifugal force of exurban growth was overpowering.
A few weeks before I visited Atlanta this winter, to do some commuting, a perfect storm of traffic struck: twenty-five accidents on the Downtown Connector (the interstate that bisects the city), a poultry exposition downtown, and, at the sports arena, a Get Motivated seminar. The highways in Atlanta follow what are known as dendritic patterns: as you near the city, the routes converge, and alternatives disappear, so that an accident on a main highway creates bottlenecks all the way up the line. I half hoped for such luck.
My first ride was with Tom Scruggs, a program manager in the I.T. department at a credit-card company. Its headquarters are situated near Dunwoody, north of the city, in an office park with the evocatively oxymoronic name of the Perimeter Center. The building stands across a parking lot from a Fuddruckers; outdoor speakers play easylistening music, for the smokers who may linger in the pines that surround it. From the lot, you can look out over the trees and see a landscape of office buildings, which look as though they'd been overtaken, in a "Logan's Run" kind of way, by the woodlands that they are in fact rapidly displacing. Dunwoody, in the vulgate, is an "edge city"—a commercial district virtually without residents.
Scruggs, who is thirty-seven, with sandy hair, a few extra pounds, and kind but weary eyes, has a wife and three young children. He lives fifty miles from his office, in a newish subdivision well south of the city, in the town of Sharpsburg. His commute home starts in his cubicle. "This is my jail cell," he told me, when I met up with him there at five one evening. He was dressed in a blue shirt, brown slacks, and brown square-toed shoes. "This is the first time in a week and a half that I get to leave while it's still light out." He got in his car, a BMW sedan, and, as he laid out his things in the center console, it occurred to him that he'd forgotten his sunglasses, useful for the drive into the setting sun. He's a Perimeter man, although others like to take the Downtown Connector. "Usually, that's a parking lot, too, so it's pick your poison." The parking lot itself can be a problem: getting out of it has taken him as long as an hour, because of traffic generated by an adjacent mall.
It was a Monday, the lightest of Atlanta traffic weekdays. Scruggs put on the radio, which was playing the traffic report—gibberish, to an out-of-towner. (He'd already looked up the traffic cams online.) The traffic nudged along, with occasional soul-corroding full stops. He usually listens to sports talk or a personal-finance show. "People are calling in all the time to talk about how much debt they have," he said. "It makes you feel better."
Scruggs's commute is not outrageous. On a perfect day, it is not even extreme, technically, although at least once a week it can take two hours or more, and it has taken as long as three, such as when a truck flipped on the interstate and spilled a load of battery acid. But the trip wears him down, with its toxic blend of predictability and unpredictability—tedium broken by episodes of aggravation and despair. Barring the invention of the jet pack, the trip can only get longer. Ultimately, his decision not to move closer to work is based on inertia and vague reasoning. His wife grew up on the south side and her parents live nearby. They have friends, although they don't often see them. Their social life consists of a get-together with the neighbors once a month or so for a barbecue or a theme party: beach, Mardi Gras, the eighties. Scruggs said, "If you had told me ten years ago that I'd be going fifty miles to and from work, I would have said, 'No way.' I kind of eased into it."
Scruggs tapped the steering wheel as traffic slowed again. "When you've had a long day and then sit in traffic for two hours, you say, I gotta find something else," he said. "But then when you're home there's a reality check. My commute's no different really from the commutes of people who are coming from the north side, where the cost of living is substantially higher. When you take all the factors into consideration, as frustrated as you get, I'm still not sure whether it's worth making a move."
I had talked to one Atlanta commuter who smokes a cigar to stay awake on his drive home each day, and to another who plays harmonica. One commuter began trying a meditation technique—breathe in one nostril and out the other—and got pulled over for speeding. Scruggs favored a more traditional approach. "The key is to eat a light lunch," he said.
He exited the interstate at 6:06 P.M. "It's ten or twelve minutes from here," he said. "Piece of cake." The road passed by a golf course, a high school, and a series of ranch houses with boats and cars out front, most of them apparently still operational. After a while, he made a right on Kripple Kreek Drive, which led him into a development called Barrington Farms. Home: 6:30 P.M.—one hour and twenty-two minutes. Deep twilight. His house was an off-white clapboard four-bedroom, on a one-acre lot. The kids were out playing on a swing set in the back yard. There was no arrival fanfare: Ulysses, ignored. He tends to see his kids for five minutes in the morning, and an hour in the evenings.
Scruggs's wife was waiting in the kitchen, checking on the kids through the window, looking forward to a beer and some grownup company. When I asked her what she thought of his commute, she said, "I hate it." She's a part-time preschool teacher, eager to get back to full time. "He works eight to five but is gone from six-thirty to seven. I can't rely on the fact that he'll even be here."
"When I get off work, I don't know what I'm up against," Scruggs said. "Frankly, today was the best day I've had in a month."
The home or the job: to shorten the trip between the two, you usually have to give one of them up. A year ago, Stephen Kocis, a Pittsburgh native who has lived in (or, at least, near) Atlanta for twenty years, got a new job, as a design manager at Silgan Plastics, developing containers for shampoo, mouthwash, and powdered drinks. His office is on the outskirts northeast of the city, and his home is well to the south, in Peachtree City (population 35,000)—a planned community of well-heeled developments connected by golf-cart paths. The commute is fifty-two miles. Though Kocis is normally a fitness freak, with a black belt in karate, in the past year he'd put on twenty pounds and developed nerve problems in his back. For a while, he tried leaving at five, to get to the office at six-thirty, in time to work out, but it exhausted him. So he gave up exercise.
"I don't have a social life," he told me. He and his wife, Martha, get a babysitter once a month or so and go out for dinner in Peachtree City; they hardly ever go into Atlanta. Generally, he comes home, helps his two sons with their homework, puts them to bed, works a little bit, then watches "Grey's Anatomy" or "Desperate Housewives" on TV. "My wife enjoys it, but, God, I hope she doesn't relate to it," he said.
I joined the family one morning around dawn. The kids were eating Cheerios, and Martha was in her bathrobe, making them lunch. Kocis was checking traffic reports on TV. The house was a stucco five-bedroom in a cul-de-sac, but it was no longer theirs. Nine days earlier, they had sold it, having decided that they could no longer endure his commute. They were moving in a few weeks to a house on the north side of town, closer to his office. Martha had had to give up a career in real estate for a job at a pharmaceutical company. The kids were changing schools, but would be commuting back to Peachtree once a week for karate lessons.
We got into Kocis's pickup truck, which had a dent in the driver's-side door, caused by a collision with a deer. The trip took eighty minutes, with no accidents or extenuating circumstances—just enough time to engender the feeling that we deserved a nap or a big greasy breakfast. He parked his car outside his office: a one-story industrial building overlooking the interstate. He had worked downtown previously and so had come into contact with other people—in the foyer, at lunch, on the way to the garage. "That's what makes this so damn boring," he said. "I wouldn't have moved if I could've taken public transportation. I could read a book or talk to somebody." He slipped in through a side door and into his office; it was a little like going into a motel. There was no one around to greet him or to make small talk.
"Here are some of our products," he said, showing me svelte ergonomic containers for soup (Campbell's Soup at Hand) and dog treats (Pup-peroni to Go). There was a watercolor of his kids over his desk. We went to get a cup of coffee. A few lab workers in hairnets wandered about in the corridors. In the kitchen, a TV was playing an ad for Ambien.
One remedy for social isolation and frequent tire replacement is the van pool. I caught a ride in one that evening, heading north from Cumberland, Georgia, another edge city on the north side of the Atlanta Perimeter, up into the countryside near Tennessee—a commute with no city in it, and yet with some of the worst traffic in the country. The van-pool driver was a woman named Janice Moss, who works as a property manager in Cumberland, in a two-mile-long ring of office buildings called Circle 75. Moss, who is fifty-eight, lives two hours away, with her sister and two cats, near the town of Ellijay, in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Moss and the other members of the pool met through an organization called the Commuter Club, which provides the van; Moss, as the farthest-flung rider, is its keeper. The pickups and drop-offs have lengthened her trip a bit, but the company and the savings (each rider pays just fifty dollars a month) make up for that. "You've got someone to talk to when you're stuck in all this traffic," she told me, as we retrieved the van from a basement garage. "It's been nice to meet people I wouldn't normally meet." It was 5 P.M. She drove around Circle 75 and picked up her passengers, six of them. The last to get in was the only man, Glenn, an auto-parts buyer. He climbed in back and asked that the heat be turned down, then began to read a book—"The Postman," the post-apocalyptic fantasy that became a Kevin Costner film. Moss steered the van onto I-75, where it joined a river of steel: eight northbound lanes, none of them flowing. A sign over the freeway relayed that it would take twenty-five minutes or more to travel the next seven miles, but the ladies hardly paid that any mind, engaged as they were in an appraisal of Costner's career. "I liked 'Robin Hood.' "
" 'Tin Cup. ' "
"I liked that one, too."
No one mentioned "Fandango." Moss finally took note of the grim vista beyond her dash. "This is what we call merging madness," she said. "The designers of the roads down here did not take things into consideration."
Among those things was the fact that there was no H.O.V. or express lane, although there might not have been anybody to take advantage of it: every car, save ours, seemed to have just one person in it. Long lines of stalled traffic were still trying to join the flow north, even though we were now nearly thirty miles outside Atlanta.
After about an hour, four passengers disembarked in the town of Woodstock, in the parking lot of a Home Depot, where they got into their own cars to head home (some several miles back in the direction we'd just come from). The van then continued north on a newer spur, I-575. The last rider got off in Canton, at another Home Depot. From this point, Moss is on her own.
Seven years ago, she and her sister built a custom cedar house, thirty-four hundred square feet, on a five-and-a-half-acre lot, overlooking a creek. They are dedicated knitters, and recently, as a sideline, they opened a yarn shop in Ellijay, which her sister runs. They are also very involved in their church; Moss is a devout Baptist, having been born again in 1978, after surviving a life-threatening illness. She has no children.
After a while, a sign indicated that Ellijay was thirty-three miles away. We'd been on the road for an hour and twenty minutes. The Blue Ridge Mountains came into view; fog settled in the marshes and creek beds, and pinewoods stretched in all directions. "When I get up here, the stress of the day, it all starts melting away," Moss said.
As we entered Ellijay's outskirts, we passed a place where a mountain had been levelled to make way for a shopping center, whose chief tenants—a Wal-Mart, a Lowe's, a Wendy's—were the same as those along Judy Rossi's drive, in Pennsylvania, and it occurred to me that Moss's commute, and her situation, were not unlike Rossi's. Both women had the unquittable job, the dream house in the sticks, and the gantlet in between. In their determination to live in the country, they had almost, but not quite, outflanked a landscape of sprawl that resolutely discouraged them from trying. Still, they had their patch—hours be damned.
Before going home for the night, Moss stopped at the yarn shop, which occupied a storefront in a shopping center that had until recently been home to a bath-mat factory. She and her sister had named it Strings & Sticks. Moss parked the van and went inside. Racks and racks of multicolored yarn looked resplendent in the fluorescent light. Her sister was there with a neighbor who had come for a knitting lesson. The three women sat around a table counting stitches. For a moment, you could say the trip had been worth it. ♦


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An intermediate step in my analysis requires me to work in polar coordinates, but I would like to convert the results back into cartesian coordinates. The conversion is very simple but tedious for complex expressions. I expected to use substitutions, but it isn't panning out for me
polarf[{r_, phi_}] := r^6 Sin[phi]^2 Cos[phi]^2
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r^6 Cos[phi]^2 Sin[phi]^2
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(k1^2 + k2^2) k1^2 k2^2
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The Broncos announced Tuesday that they signed defensive end Hall Davis to their practice squad.
Davis was drafted by the Rams 149th overall in the 2010 NFL Draft, and he has played in three games for Tennessee (2010) and Cleveland (2012) over the course of his career. Davis signed in the 2013 preseason with the Browns, and he spent time on practice squads in Dallas and Pittsburgh this season.
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You never know, of course. But as I watched and listened to Broncos offensive coordinator Mike McCoy this year, it did strike me how "presidential" he is in the way he conducts himself.
Now before going too far, let's get this out of the way: There are two truths in every NFL city: One, the backup quarterback is always the most popular player. Two, everybody complains about the play-calling.
Maybe, New Orleans' fans don't complain about Sean Payton's play calling. At least they shouldn't. I know Green Bay fans think Mike McCarthy doesn't run the ball enough. Same with New England fans about their offense.
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Access the World with Feinberg Library
Feinberg Library is a comprehensive center of academic resources for students and faculty. As part of the college's Library and Information Technology Services (LITS) division, Feinberg Library is connected closely with technology and Helpdesk services, networking, and Online Learning — so we've included some of these aspects on your tour.
We help to ensure that you have access to the best academic resources available worldwide and to experts who can help you produce quality academic work for your classes. Our technology staff is also on hand to make sure nobody pulls the plug on your projects.
We tailor our collection to the college's academic curriculum. Widely appreciated for its study-friendly environment, Feinberg is a one-stop resource center, replete with research help services, computers and computer-enhanced study carrels, classrooms, presentation rooms, and of course, our friendly librarians. Service desk assistants will help you find a journal, use the microforms, print, or copy materials.
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Newsletter: News, Events and Project Updates
11 November 2008
Job opportunity: 100 Hours of Astronomy Project Coordinator
The 100HA Cornerstone project is in need of a coordinator to organise and supervise a team of volunteers, manage website content, participate in the creation of fliers, brochures, posters and other information resources, communicate with national and local organisers worldwide, respond to enquiries, meet with potential sponsors and otherwise assure the development of programmes and resources. Essential skills include verbal and written communication in English, proven ability of working with people, and organising team efforts.
If you, or someone you know, meets the criteria and think they are up to the challenge, then click to learn more: http://www.100hoursofastronomy.org/about/coordinator.html
Royalty supports IYA2009
Prince Felipe of Spain (Prince of Asturias) is presiding over the Spanish IYA2009 Honour Committee. For more information (in Spanish), go to: http://www.iaa.es/IYA09/index.php/es/organizacion/nacional/comite_de_honor
Attention professional astronomers: IYA2009 needs you!
A call has been made for professional astronomers to contribute toward IYA2009. Their expertise will be greatly valued and appreciated, so we ask you to spread the word in your countries / regions, and help to get them onboard.
To assist, we've produced some PowerPoint slides which contain suggestions and ideas: http://www.astronomy2009.org/resources/presentations/detail/presentation_IYA2009_professional_astronomers/
Celestron SkyScout declared official IYA2009 product
Celestron's snazzy SkyScout gadget has earned the deserved honour of being an official IYA2009 product. If you haven't seen one in action, they are personal handheld planetariums equipped with GPS technology that allow users to locate and identify 50,000 objects in the night sky.
Celestron has a dedicated IYA2009 website, which is definitely worth a look: http://www.celestronlife.com/IYA09/
NASA selects astronomy student ambassadors
46 undergraduate and graduate students have been selected to represent NASA in their local communities as recipients of the agency's IYA2009 Student Ambassadors Program.
Two of the students were chosen to attend the IYA2009 Opening Ceremony in Paris, January 2009: Rebecca Holmes, a sophomore at the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill who is majoring in physics and astronomy, and Norberto Gonzalez, a junior at the University of Puerto Rico at Arecibo with a biology concentration.
For more information, go to: http://astronomy2009.nasa.gov
Training for young astronomy communicators
The Space Generation Advisory Council and Uludag University Project Office in Turkey are collaborating to organise "ToAP - Training of Astronomy Promoters". Aimed at young communicators who want to popularise astronomy throughout IYA2009, it's sure to be greatly valued by participants. The training course will be held in Bursa-Turkey between 18-24 May 2009.
For more information, visit: http://www.spacegeneration.org/node/2173
Opening Events
As you know, the official global Opening Ceremony will happen in Paris, France, on 15 and 16 January 2009. More information on the Opening Ceremony: http://ama09.obspm.fr/ama09/open.php
If you are planning any official opening ceremony in your country, please send us the dates and information as soon as possible. We will publish that information on the global IYA2009 website.
IYA2009 Discovery Guides now available online
Introducing 12 easy ways to share the excitement of the night sky during IYA2009!
The Night Sky Network, Astronomical Society of the Pacific, National Science Foundation, NASA, and the IYA US committee have teamed up to provide Monthly IYA Discovery Guides. These are internationally accessible and complete with articles, activities, instructional videos, and finder charts.
You can download them here: http://www.astrosociety.org/iya/guides.html
The Guides form part of a wide range of activities, searchable here: http://nightsky.jpl.nasa.gov/download-search.cfm
And for those of you with websites, we encourage you to link directly to these resources using the following: http://nightsky.jpl.nasa.gov/download-view.cfm?Doc_ID=338
Project Updates
365 Days of Astronomy Podcast says: "hello, world!"
The first, introductory episode of 365 Days of Astronomy has been posted online. This project aims to release an astronomically themed show every day throughout IYA2009. There are plenty of opportunities to get involved, so listen in and start planning now!
Go straight to the show by clicking: http://365daysofastronomy.org/2008/11/06/podcast-hello-world/
FETTU images released
From Earth To The Universe is steaming ahead! Now available are zipped high-resolution files and separate captions for the breathtaking images.
Be sure to check them out: http://www.fromearthtotheuniverse.org/topimages.php
Congratulations, FETTU!
We are happy to report some more excellent news, courtesy of the FETTU team.
NASA has approved an Education and Public Outreach proposal, resulting in approximately $300,000 (US) for use in 2009 and 2010. This money will fund two semi-permanent FETTU exhibits in Chicago (in conjunction with the Adler Planetarium) and Atlanta (with Agnes Scott College and the Hartsfield International Airport), as well as a travelling version that will have multiple stops across the US. The NASA grant will also provide FETTU organisers with the ability to create informal education products, materials for visually impaired users, and evaluation information. These and other elements that are enabled by the NASA grant will be shared with FETTU organisers worldwide.
More information: www.fromearthtotheuniverse.org
FETTU on a roll!
Three's a charm for FETTU: Sky & Telescope magazine will feature about 50 FETTU images across 30 pages in its annual "Beautiful Universe" publication.
Click for more: http://www.shopatsky.com/products/U801.L5/Beautiful%20Universe%202009.htm
Those are the key updates for this time. We think they serve to demonstrate just how much progress is being made in this final leg before 2009.
Remember that the Secretariat is always willing to assist with any IYA2009 questions you may have!
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Formula One
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The Formula One racing season changes yearly, but the following Formula One tracks are currently in use:
Barcelona, Spain
The circuit is about one hour from the city by train.
Budapest, Hungary
Francorchamps, Belgium
Hockenheim, Germany
Indianapolis, United States
As of 2007, the F1 race in Indianpolis has been canceled.
Istanbul, Turkey
Melbourne, Australia
The highlight of the Formula One Season provides a great opportunity for fans to get close to the action at a reasonable price.
There is a large general admission area called Sector Rocher from which you can see about half of the track, and the large screen on the other side of the harbor; as there is no reserved seating, places fill up early.
After the cars have finished racing, it is possible to walk around the circuit.
Unlike at other circuits, the Formula One racing takes place on Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.
Montreal, Canada
Monza, Italy
Monza during GP days it's connected with several special trains from Milan and in that period cars are not allowed to enter in the city (except for inhabitants) but have to be left in special parking areas connected with the circuit by free shuttle.
The circuit is inside a huge enclosed park, the Parco di Monza, which is also a natural reserve, so please avoid causing damages inside it. Every year there are many of complaints because of pickpoketing and illegal tickets selling in crowded areas near the circuit's gates, so pay attention to that.
There's no way to see the whole track from a single point, so you'd better find a place near to one of the many large screen. Monza circuit is open to public during non-race days and you can also get on the track with your car, so many motorsports fans gather on those days to test their cars or motorcycles.
Nevers-Magny-Cours, France
Nürburg, Germany
Sao Paulo, Brazil
San Marino
Silverstone, United Kingdom
Shanghai, China
Suzuka, Japan
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Element Technica, whose Technica 3-D Rigs precisely position a pair of cameras to achieve realistic stereoscopic digital video for broadcast and cinema, is now delivering the first new Quasar 3-D Rigs.
The Quasar is designed to accommodate full-size digital cinema cameras like the Sony F23 and F35, Red One, Panavision Genesis, as well as full-body and box-type digital broadcast cameras like the Sony F950 and 1500, Philips LDK and others. The Quasar is a platform for matching zoom or prime lenses to accommodate any shooting style or format.
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KERSHAW COUNTY, S.C. -- A Kershaw County sheriff's deputy who collapsed Tuesday afternoon while directing traffic outside Wateree Elementary School in Lugoff died early Wednesday morning and has been identified as longtime deputy Rob Evans.
"He was loved -- you always hear that -- but Rob really was, he was so great with kids," Sheriff Jim Matthews said Wednesday morning.
"He was very involved with the kids and went the extra mile with them," Matthews said. "He will be hard to replace."
Evans, 50, a 14-year sheriff's department veteran, was the school resource officer at Lugoff-Elgin Middle School, but he also directed traffic most afternoons at Wateree Elementary, which gets out at 2:30 p.m., earlier than the middle school.
Evans was married and had two children. He also did play-by-play announcing for the Lugoff-Elgin High School football games.
"He will be missed," Lugoff Fire Chief Dennis Ray, who just happened to be on the scene when Evans collapsed in the street outside Wateree Elementary School, which is inside Lugoff city limits.
"He was directing traffic, and he had stopped it going toward Lugoff, and he turned and that's when he just collapsed," said Ray, who not six minutes earlier had exchanged a smile and a wave with Evans "just like always." Ray, in his pickup truck, didn't actually see Evans fall -- witnesses told him that later.
But Ray was close enough to the scene that when he saw a commotion, he turned his pickup truck with its flashing lights as close to where Evans had collapsed. By that time, two mothers who had come to pick up children and who happened to be nurses were giving CPR to Evans.
"He had no pulse and he was not breathing," said Ray, who immediately called his firefighters for help. Evans, who apparently lost consciousness immediately and had no chance to put out his arms, also struck his head on the pavement when he fell.
As the nurses did CPR, the firefighters arrived, taking over from them, giving Evans oxygen and then shocking his heart with a defibrillator. Evans was then taken to nearby Kershaw Health hospital, where he was stabilized.
Then he was transported with a substantial police escort through heavy rush hour traffic to Providence Hospital in downtown Columbia. Providence has a reputation as one of the region's finest heart centers.
At Providence, he was operated on, authorities said, and it appeared that he might have a chance to make it.
"We thought we might have been over the worst," Ray said.
But early Wednesday, the word went out that Evans, despite being the recipient of massive on-the-scene medical treatment, had died.
The death sent off shock waves in Kershaw County law and fire circles.
"In Kershaw County, the police, fire, EMS -- we all are close, like family," Ray said. "Rob would come by here and visit the station. "It's a tragic event for us because we all know each other so well."
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Tape Telor is similar to Tape Ketan, although,Ppeuyeum is prepared with Cassava root instead of glutinous rice. The term telor actually means egg or white, and for some reason the term is also used for tape in certain parts of Indonesia. This is possibly in the sense that the tape is white in reference to good quality of the fermented cassava.
In Bandung, West Java, tape cultured with cassava root is known as Peuyeum Peuyeum, sometimes referred to asnda or Sundanese. In west Java, Peuyeum Bandung is a popular term used for this particular culture-product.
Peuyeum is prepared with fresh young Cassava roots, which are initially cooked by boiling in water until tender. The roots are cooled then inoculated by sprinkling ragi sprinkled evenly over the surface of the cooked vegetable root. The inoculated roots are placed in wooden baskets and arranged in a crisscross fashion, filling the basket about 3/4 full. The basket is covered with a wooden lid and the contents are left for a few days to ferment at room temp [about 30 C]. This produces a very delicate textured sweet tasting product, which explodes in the mouth with each bite, releasing essence of a sweet delicate taste with spirit of alcohol [produced during fermentation]. The original creamy-starchy texture typical of cassava root, is transformed into a very interesting texture, which melts in the mouth. Once eaten one cannot seem to get enough. Portions of undigested fiber of cassava root not affected by the fermentation process, is what gives peuyeum a delicate-spongy texture and consistency [a unique mouth feel]. The best quality peuyeum is prepared with tender young cassava root.
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