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Originally published in the March 1964 issue of Esquire. Reprinted here with the author's permission.
At the foot of a mountain in upstate New York, about 60 miles from Manhattan, there is an abandoned country clubhouse with a dusty dance floor, upturned barstools and an untuned piano; and the only sounds heard around the place at night come from the big white house behind it—the clanging sounds of garbage cans being toppled by raccoons, skunks and stray cats making their nocturnal raids down from the mountain.
The white house seems deserted, too; but occasionally, when the animals become too clamorous, a light will flash on, a window will open, and a Coke bottle will come flying through the darkness and smash against the cans. But mostly the animals are undisturbed until daybreak, when the rear door of the white house swings open and a broad-shouldered Negro appears in gray sweat clothes with a white towel around his neck.
He runs down the steps, quickly passes the garbage cans and proceeds at a trot down the dirt road beyond the country club toward the highway. Sometimes he stops along the road and throws a flurry of punches at imaginary foes, each jab punctuated by hard gasps of his breathing—"hegh-hegh-hegh"—and then, reaching the highway, he turns and soon disappears up the mountain.
At this time of morning, farm trucks are on the road, and the drivers wave at the runner. And later in the morning, other motorists see him, and a few stop suddenly at the curb and ask:
"Say, aren't you Floyd Patterson?"
"No," says Floyd Patterson, "I'm his brother, Raymond."
The motorists move on, but recently a man on foot, a disheveled man who seemed to have spent the night outdoors, staggered behind the runner along the road and yelled, "Hey, Floyd Patterson!"
"No, I'm his brother, Raymond."
"Don't tell me you're not Floyd Patterson. I know what Floyd Patterson looks like."
"Okay," Patterson said, shrugging, "if you want me to be Floyd Patterson, I'll be Floyd Patterson."
"So let me have your autograph," said the man, handing him a rumpled piece of paper and a pencil.
He signed it—"Raymond Patterson."
One hour later Floyd Patterson was jogging his way back down the dirt path toward the white house, the towel over his head absorbing the sweat from his brow. He lives alone in a two-room apartment in the rear of the house, and has remained there in almost complete seclusion since getting knocked out a second time by Sonny Liston.
In the smaller room is a large bed he makes up himself, several record albums he rarely plays, a telephone that seldom rings. The larger room has a kitchen on one side and, on the other, adjacent to a sofa, is a fireplace from which are hung boxing trunks and T-shirts to dry, and a photograph of him when he was the champion, and also a television set. The set is usually on except when Patterson is sleeping, or when he is sparring across the road inside the clubhouse (the ring is rigged over what was once the dance floor), or when, in a rare moment of painful honesty, he reveals to a visitor what it is like to be the loser.
"Oh, I would give up anything to just be able to work with Liston, to box with him somewhere where nobody would see us, and to see if I could get past three minutes with him," Patterson was saying, wiping his face with the towel, pacing slowly around the room near the sofa. "I know I can do better. . . . Oh, I'm not talking about a rematch. Who would pay a nickel for another Patterson-Liston fight? I know I wouldn't. . . . But all I want to do is get past the first round."
Then he said, "You have no idea how it is in the first round. You're out there with all those people around you, and those cameras, and the whole world looking in, and all that movement, that excitement, and 'The Star-Spangled Banner,' and the whole nation hoping you'll win, including the President. And do you know what all this does? It blinds you, just blinds you. And then the bell rings, and you go at Liston and he's coming at you, and you're not even aware that there's a referee in the ring with you.
". . . Then you can't remember much of the rest, because you don't want to. . . . All you recall is, all of a sudden you're getting up, and the referee is saying, 'You all right?' and you say, 'Of course I'm all right,' and he says, 'What's your name?' and you say, 'Patterson.'
"And then, suddenly, with all this screaming around you, you're down again, and you know you have to get up, but you're extremely groggy, and the referee is pushing you back, and your trainer is in there with a towel, and people are all standing up, and your eyes focus directly at no one person—you're sort of floating.
"It is not a bad feeling when you're knocked out," he said. "It's a good feeling, actually. It's not painful, just a sharp grogginess. You don't see angels or start; you're on a pleasant cloud. After Liston hit me in Nevada, I felt, for about four or five seconds, that everybody in the arena was actually in the ring with me, circled around me like a family, and you feel warmth toward all the people in the arena after you're knocked out. You feel lovable to all the people. And you want to reach out and kiss everybody—men and women—and after the Liston fight, somebody told me I actually blew a kiss to the crowd from the ring. I don't remember that. But I guess it's true because that's the way you feel during the four or five seconds after a knockout. . . .
"But then," Patterson went on, still pacing, "this good feeling leaves you. You realize where you are, and what you're doing there, and what has just happened to you. And what follows is a hurt, a confused hurt—not a physical hurt—it's a hurt combined with anger; it's a what-will-people-think hurt; it's an ashamed-of-my-own-ability hurt. . . . And all you want then is a hatch door in the middle of the ring—a hatch door that will open and let you fall through and land in your dressing room instead of having to get out of the ring and face those people. The worst thing about losing is having to walk out of the ring and face those people. . . ."
Then Patterson walked over to the stove and put on the kettle for tea. He remained silent for a few moments. Through the walls could be heard the footsteps and voices of the sparring partners and the trainer who live in the front of the house. Soon they would be in the clubhouse getting things ready should Patterson wish to spar. In two days he was scheduled to fly to Stockholm and fight an Italian named Amonti, Patterson's first appearance in the ring since the last Liston fight.
Next he hoped to get a fight in London against Henry Cooper. Then, if his confidence was restored, his reflexes reacting, Patterson hoped to start back up the ladder in this country, fighting all the leading contenders, fighting often, and not waiting so long between each fight as he had done when he was a champion in the 90-percent tax bracket.
His wife, whom he finds little time to see, and most of his friends think he should quit. They point out that he does not need the money. Even he admits that, from investments alone on his $8,000,000 gross earning, he should have an annual income of about $35,000 for the next 25 years. But Patterson, who is only 29 years old and barely scratched, cannot believe that he is finished. He cannot help but think that it was something more than Liston that destroyed him—a strange, psychological force was also involved, and unless he can fully understand what it was, and learn to deal with it in the boxing ring, he may never be able to live peacefully anywhere but under this mountain. Nor will he ever be able to discard the false whiskers and moustache that, ever since Johansson beat him in 1959, he has carried with him in a small attache case into each fight so he can slip out of the stadium unrecognized should he lose.
"I often wonder what other fighters feel, and what goes through their minds when they lose," Patterson said, placing the cups of tea on the table. "I've wanted so much to talk to another fighter about all this, to compare thoughts, to see if he feels some of the same things I've felt. But who can you talk to? Most fighters don't talk much anyway. And I can't even look another fighter in the eye at a weigh-in, for some reason.
"At the Liston weigh-in, the sports writers noticed this, and said it showed I was afraid. But that's not it. I can never look any fighter in the eye because . . . well, because we're going to fight, which isn't a nice thing, and because . . . well, once I actually did look a fighter in the eye. It was a long, long time ago. I must have been in the amateurs then. And when I looked at this fighter, I saw he had such a nice face . . . and then he looked at me . . . and smiled at me . . . and I smiled back! It was strange, very strange. When a guy can look at another guy and smile like that, I don't think they have any business fighting.
"I don't remember what happened in that fight, and I don't remember what the guy's name was. I only remember that, ever since, I have never looked another fighter in the eye."
The telephone rang in the bedroom. Patterson got up to answer it. It was his wife, Sandra. So he excused himself, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
Sandra Patterson and their four children live in a $100,000 home in an upper-middle-class white neighborhood in Scarsdale, New York. Floyd Patterson feels uncomfortable in this home surrounded by a manicured lawn and stuffed with furniture, and, since losing his title to Liston, he has preferred living full time at his camp, which his children have come to know as "Daddy's house." The children, the eldest of whom is a daughter named Jeannie now seven years old, do not know exactly what their father does for a living. But Jeannie, who watched the last Liston-Patterson fight on closed-circuit television, accepted the explanation that her father performs in a kind of game where the men take turns pushing one another down; he had his turn pushing them down, and now it is their turn.
The bedroom door opened again, and Floyd Patterson shaking his head, was very angry and nervous.
"I'm not going to work out today," he said. "I'm going to fly down to Scarsdale. These boys are picking on Jeannie again. She's the only Negro in this school, and the older kids give her a rough time, and some of the older boys tease her and lift up her dress all the time. Yesterday she went home crying, and so today I'm going down there and plan to wait outside the school for those boys to come out, and . . ."
"How old are they?" he was asked.
"Teen-agers," he said. "Old enough for a left hook."
Patterson telephoned his pilot friend, Ted Hanson, who stays at the camp and does public-relations work for him, and has helped teach Patterson to fly. Five minutes later Hanson, a lean white man with a crew cut and glasses, was knocking on the door; and 10 minutes later both were in the car that Patterson was driving almost recklessly over the narrow, winding country roads toward the airport, about six miles from the camp.
"Sandra is afraid I'll cause trouble; she's worried about what I'll do to those boys, she doesn't want trouble!" Patterson snapped, swerving around a hill and giving his car more gas. "She's just not firm enough! She's afraid . . . she was afraid to tell me about that groceryman who's been making passes at her. It took her a long time before she told me about that dishwasher repairman who comes over and calls her 'baby.' They all know I'm away so much. And that dishwasher repairman has been to my home about four five times this month already. That machine breaks down every week. I guess he fixes it so it breaks down every week. Last time, I laid a trap. I waited forty-five minutes for him to come, but then he didn't show up. I was going to grab him and say, 'How would you like it If I called your wife baby? You'd feel like punching me in the nose, wouldn't you? Well, that's what I'm going to do—if you ever call her baby again. You call her Mrs. Patterson; or Sandra, if you know her. But you don't know her, so call her Mrs. Patterson.' And then I told Sandra that these men, this type of white man, he just wants to have some fun with colored women. He'll never marry a colored woman, just wants to have some fun. . . ."
Now he was driving into the airport's parking lot. Directly ahead, roped to the grass airstrip, was the single-engine green Cessna that Patterson bought and learned to fly before the second Liston fight. Flying was a thing Patterson had always feared—a fear shared, maybe inherited from, his manager, Cus D'Amato, who still will not fly.
D'Amato, who took over training Patterson when the fighter was 17 or 18 years old and exerted a tremendous influence over his psyche, is a strange but fascinating man of 56 who is addicted to Spartanism and self-denial and is possessed by suspicion and fear; he avoids subways because he fears someone might push him onto the tracks; never has married; never reveals his home address.
"I must keep my enemies confused," D'Amato once explained. "When they are confused, then I can do a job for my fighters. What I do not want in life, however, is a sense of security; the moment a person knows security, his senses are dulled—and he begins to die. I also do not want many pleasures in life; I believe the more pleasure you get out of living, the more fear you have of dying."
Until a few years ago, D'Amato did most of Patterson's talking, and ran things like an Italian padrone. But later Patterson, the maturing son, rebelled against the Father Image. After losing to Sonny Liston the first time—a fight D'Amato had urged Patterson to resist—Patterson took flying lessons. And before the second Liston fight, Patterson had conquered his fear of height, was master at the controls, was filled with renewed confidence—and knew, too, that, even if he lost, he at least possessed a vehicle that could get him out of town fast.
But it didn't. After the fight, the little Cessna, weighed down by too much luggage, became overheated 90 miles outside of Las Vegas. Patterson and his pilot companion, having no choice but to turn back, radioed the airfield and arranged for the rental of a larger plane. When they landed, the Vegas air terminal was filled with people leaving town after the fight. Patterson hid in the shadow behind a hangar. His beard was packed in the trunk. But nobody saw him.
Later the pilot flew Patterson's Cessna back to New York alone. And Patterson flew in the larger, rented plane. He was accompanied on this flight by Hanson, a friendly, 42-year-old, thrice divorced Nevadan who once was a crop duster, a bartender and a cabaret hoofer; later he became a pilot instructor in Las Vegas, and it was there that he met Patterson. The two became good friends. And when Patterson asked Hanson to help fly the rented plane back to New York, Hanson did not hesitate, even though he had a slight hangover that night—partly due to being depressed by Liston's victory, partly due to being slugged in a bar by a drunk after objecting to some unflattering things the drunk had said about the fight.
Once in the airplane, however, Ted Hanson became very alert; He had to, because, after the plane had cruised a while at 10,000 feet, Floyd Patterson's mind seemed to wander back to the ring, and the plane would drift off course, and Hanson would say, "Floyd, Floyd, how's about getting back on course?" and then Patterson's head would snap up and his eyes would flash toward the dials. And everything would be all right for a while. But then he was back in the arena, reliving the fight, hardly believing that it had really happened. . . .
"... And I kept thinking, as I flew out of Vegas that night, of all those months of training before the fight, all the roadwork, all the sparring, all the months away from Sandra. . . . thinking of the time in camp when I wanted to stay up until eleven-fifteen P.M. to watch a certain movie on "The Late Show." But I didn't because I had roadwork the next morning. . . .
"... And I was thinking about how good I'd felt before the fight, as I lay on the table in the dressing room. I remember thinking, 'You're in excellent physical condition, you're in good mental condition—but are you vicious?' But you tell yourself, 'Viciousness is not important now, don't think about it now; a championship fight's at stake, and that's important enough and, who knows? maybe you'll get vicious once the bell rings.'
"... And so you lay there trying to get a little sleep . . . but you're only in a twilight zone, half asleep, and you're interrupted every once in a while by voices out in the hall, some guy's yelling 'Hey, Jack,' or 'Hey, Al,' or 'Hey, get those four-rounders into the ring.' And when you hear that, you think, They're not ready for you yet. So you lay there . . . and wonder, Where will I be tomorrow? Where will I be three hours from now? Oh, you think all kinds of thoughts, some thoughts completely unrelated to the fight . . . you wonder whether you ever paid your mother-in-law back for all those stamps she bought a year ago . . . and you remember that time at two A.M. when Sandra tripped on the steps while bringing a bottle up to the baby . . . and then you get mad and ask: What am I thinking about these things for? . . . and you try to sleep . . . but then the door opens and somebody says to somebody else, 'Hey, is somebody gonna go to Liston's dressing room to watch 'em bandage up?'
"... And so then you know it's about time to get ready. . . . You open your eyes. You get off the table. You glove up, you loosen up. Then Liston's trainer walks in. He looks at you, he smiles. He feels the bandages and later he says, 'Good luck, Floyd,' and you think, He didn't have to say that, he must be a nice guy.
". . . And then you go out, and it's the long walk, always a long walk, and you think, What am I gonna be when I come back this way? Then you climb into the ring. You notice Billy Eckstine at ringside leaning over to talk to somebody, and you see the reporters—some you like, some you don't like—and then it's 'The Star-Spangled Banner,' and the cameras are rolling, and the bell rings. . . .
"... How could the same thing happen twice? How? That's all I kept thinking after the knockout. . . . Was I fooling these people all these years? . . . Was I ever the champion? . . . And then they lead you out of the ring . . . and up the aisle you go, past those people, and all you want is to get to your dressing room, fast . . . but the trouble was in Las Vegas they made a wrong turn along the aisle, and when we got to the end, there was no dressing room there . . . and we had to walk all the way back down the aisle, past the same people, and they must have been thinking, Patterson's not only knocked out, but he can't even find his dressing room. . . .
"... In the dressing room I had a headache. Liston didn't hurt me physically—a few days later I only felt a twitching nerve in my teeth—it was nothing like some fights I've had: like that Dick Wagner fight in '53 when he beat my body so bad I was urinating blood for days. After the Liston fight, I just went into the bathroom, shut the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror. I just looked at myself, and asked, What happened? and then they started pounding on the door, and saying 'Com'on out, Floyd, Com'on out; the press is here, Gus is here, com'on out, Floyd. . . ."
"... And so I went out, and they asked questions, but what can you say? What you're thinking about is all those months of training, all the conditioning, all the depriving; and you think, I didn't have to run that extra mile, didn't have to spar that day, I could have stayed up that night in camp and watched 'The Late Show'. . . . I could have fought this fight tonight in no condition. . . ."
"Floyd, Floyd," Hanson had said, "let's get back on course. . . ."
Again Patterson would snap out of his reverie, and refocus on the omniscope, and get his flying under control. After landing in New Mexico, and then in Ohio, Floyd Patterson and Ted Hanson brought the little plane into the New York airstrip near the fight camp. The green Cessna that had been flown back by the other pilot was already there, roped to the grass at precisely the same spot it was on this day five months later when Floyd Patterson was planning to fly it toward perhaps another fight—this time a fight with some schoolboys in Scarsdale who had been lifting up his little daughter's dress.
Patterson and Ted Hanson untied the plane, and Patterson got a rag and wiped from the windshield the splotches of insects. Then he walked around behind the plane, inspected the tail, checked under the fuselage, then peered down between the wing and the flaps to make sure all the screws were tight. He seemed suspicious of something. D'Amato would have been pleased.
"If a guy wants to get rid of you," Patterson explained, "all he has to do is remove these little screws here. Then, when you try to come in for a landing, the flaps fall off, and you crash."
Then Patterson got into the cockpit and started the engine. A few moments later, with Hanson beside him, Patterson was racing the little plane over the grassy field, then soaring over the weeds, then flying high above the gentle hills and trees. It was a nice takeoff.
Since it was only a 40-minute flight to the Westchester airport, where Sandra Patterson would be waiting with a car, Floyd Patterson did all the flying. The trip was uneventful until, suddenly behind a cloud, he flew into heavy smoke that hovered above a forest fire. His visibility gone, he was forced to the instruments. And at this precise moment, a fly that had been buzzing in the back of the cockpit flew up front and landed on the instrument panel in front of Patterson. He glared at the fly, watched it crawl slowly up the windshield, then shot a quick smash with his palm against the glass. He missed. The fly buzzed safely past Patterson's ear, bounced off the back of the cockpit, circled around.
"This smoke won't keep up," Hanson assured. "You can level off."
Patterson leveled off.
He flew easily for a few moments. Then the fly buzzed to the front again, zigzagging before Patterson's face, landed on the panel and proceeded to crawl across it. Patterson watched it, squinted. Then he slammed down at it with a quick right hand. Missed.
Ten minutes later, his nerves still on edge, Patterson began the descent. He picked up the radio microphone—"Westchester tower . . . Cessna 2729 uniform . . . three miles northwest . . . land in one-six on final . . ." —and then, after an easy landing, he climbed quickly out of the cockpit and strode toward his wife's station wagon outside the terminal.
But along the way a small man smoking a cigar turned toward Patterson, waved at him and said, "Say, excuse me, but aren't you . . . aren't you . . . Sonny Liston?"
Patterson stopped. He glared at the man, bewildered. He wasn't sure whether it was a joke or an insult, and he really did not know what to do.
"Aren't you Sonny Liston?" the man repeated, quite serious.
"No," Patterson said, quickly passing by the man. "I'm his brother."
When he reached Mrs. Patterson's car, he asked, "How much time till school lets out?"
"About fifteen minutes," she said, starting up the engine. Then she said, "Oh, Floyd, I just should have told Sister, I shouldn't have. . ."
"You tell Sister; I'll tell the boys. . . ."
Mrs. Patterson drove as quickly as she could into Scarsdale, with Patterson shaking his head and telling Ted Hanson in the back, "Really can't understand these school kids. This is a religious school, and they want $20,000 for a glass window—and yet, some of them carry these racial prejudices, and it's mostly the Jews who are shoulder to shoulder with us, and . . ."
"Oh, Floyd," cried his wife, "Floyd, I have to get along here . . . you're not here, you don't live here, I . . ."
She arrived at the school just as the bell began to ring. It was a modern building at the top of a hill, and on the lawn was the statue of a saint and, behind it, a large white cross. "There's Jeannie," said Mrs. Patterson.
"Hurry, call her over here," Patterson said.
"Jeannie! Come over here, honey."
The little girl, wearing a blue school uniform and cap, and clasping books in front of her, came running down the path toward the station wagon.
"Jeannie," Floyd Patterson said, rolling down his window, "point out the boys who lifted your dress."
Jeannie turned and watched as several students came down the path; then she pointed to a tall, thin, curly-haired boy walking with four other boys, all about 12 to 14 years of age.
"Hey," Patterson called to him, "can I see you for a minute?"
All five boys came to the side of the car. They looked Patterson directly in the eye. They seemed not at all intimidated by him.
"You the one that's been lifting up my daughter's dress?" Patterson asked the boy who had been singled out.
"Nope," the boy said, casually.
"Nope?" Patterson said, caught off guard by the reply.
"Wasn't him, Mister," said another boy. "Probably was his little brother."
Patterson looked at Jeannie. But she was speechless, uncertain. The five boys remained there, waiting for Patterson to do something.
"Well, er, where's your little brother?" Patterson asked.
"Hey, kid!" one of the boys yelled. "Come over here."
A boy walked toward them. He resembled his older brother; he had freckles on his small, upturned nose, had blue eyes, dark curly hair and, as he approached the station wagon, he seemed equally unintimidated by Patterson.
"You been lifting up my daughter's dress?"
"Nope," the boy said.
"Nope!" Patterson repeated, frustrated.
"Nope, I wasn't lifting it. I was just touching it a little . . ."
The other boys stood around the car looking down at Patterson, and other students crowded behind them, and nearby Patterson saw several white parents standing next to their parked cars; he became self-conscious, began to tap nervously with his fingers against the dashboard. He could not raise his voice without creating an unpleasant scene, yet he could not retreat gracefully; so his voice went soft, and he said, finally:
"Look, boy, I want you to stop it. I won't tell your mother—that might get you in trouble—but don't do it again, okay?"
The boys calmly turned and walked, in a group, up the street. Sandra Patterson said nothing. Jeannie opened the door, sat in the front seat next to her father, and took out a small blue piece of paper that a nun had given her and handed it across to Mrs. Patterson. But Floyd Patterson snatched it. He read it. Then he paused, put the paper down, and quietly announced, dragging out the words, "She didn't do her religion. . . ."
Patterson now wanted to get out of Scarsdale. He wanted to return to camp. After stopping at the Patterson home in Scarsdale and picking up Floyd Patterson, Jr., who is three, Mrs. Patterson drove them all back to the airport. Jeannie and Floyd, Jr., were seated in the back of the plane, and then Mrs. Patterson drove the station wagon alone up to camp, planning to return to Scarsdale that evening with the children.
It was 4 P.M. when Floyd Patterson got back to the camp, and the shadows were falling on the clubhouse, and on the tennis court routed by weeds, and on the big white house in front of which not a single automobile was parked. All was deserted and quiet; it was a loser's camp.
The children ran to play inside the clubhouse; Patterson walked slowly toward his apartment to dress for the workout.
"What could I do with those schoolboys?" he asked. "What can you do to kids of that age?"
It still seemed to bother him—the effrontery of the boys, the realization that he had somehow failed, the probability that, had those same boys heckled someone in Liston's family, the schoolyard would have been littered with limbs.
While Patterson and Liston both are products of the slum, and while both began as thieves, Patterson had been tamed in a special school with help from a gentle Negro spinster; later he became a Catholic convert, and learned not to hate. Still later he bought a dictionary, adding to his vocabulary such words as "vicissitude" and "enigma." And when he regained his championship from Johansson, he became the Great Black Hope of the Urban League.
He proved that it is not only possible to rise out of a Negro slum and succeed as a sportsman, but also to develop into an intelligent, sensitive, law-abiding citizen. In proving this, however, and in taking pride in it, Patterson seemed to lose part of himself. He lost part of his hunger, his anger—and as he walked up the steps into his apartment, he was saying, "I became the good guy. . . . After Liston won the title, I kept hoping that he would change into a good guy, too. That would have relieved me of the responsibility, and maybe I could have been more of the bad guy. But he didn't. . . . It's okay to be the good guy when you're winning. But when you're losing, it is no good being the good guy."
Patterson took off his shirt and trousers and, moving some books on the bureau to one side, put down his watch, his cuff links and a clip of bills.
"Do you do much reading?" he was asked.
"No," he said. "In fact, you know I've never finished reading a book in my whole life? I don't know why. I just feel that no writer today has anything for me; I mean, none of them has felt any more deeply than I have, and I have nothing to learn from them. Although Baldwin to me seems different from the rest. What's Baldwin doing these days?"
"He's writing a play. Anthony Quinn is supposed to have a part in it."
"Quinn?" Patterson asked.
"Quinn doesn't like me."
"I read or heard it somewhere; Quinn had been quoted as saying that my fight was disgraceful against Liston, and Quinn said something to the effect that he could have done better. People often say that—they could have done better! Well, I think that if they had to fight, they couldn't even go through the experience of waiting for the fight to begin. They'd be up the whole night before, and would be drinking, or taking drugs. They'd probably get a heart attack. I'm sure that if I was in the ring with Anthony Quinn, I could wear him out without even touching him. I would do nothing but pressure him, I'd stalk him, I'd stand close to him. I wouldn't touch him, but I'd wear him out and he'd collapse. But Anthony Quinn's an old man, isn't he?"
"In his forties."
"Well, anyway," Patterson said, "getting back to Baldwin, he seems like a wonderful guy. I've seen him on television, and, before the Liston fight in Chicago, he came by my camp. You meet Baldwin on the street and you say, 'Who's this poor slob?'—he seems just like another guy; and this is the same impression I give people when they don't know me. But I think Baldwin and me, we have much in common, and someday I'd just like to sit somewhere for a long time and talk to him. . . ."
Patterson, his trunks and sweat pants on, bent over to tie his shoelaces, and then, from a bureau drawer, took out a T-shirt across which was printed "Deauville." He has several T-shirts bearing the same name. He takes good care of them. They are souvenirs from the high point of his life. They are from the Deauville Hotel in Miami Beach, which is where he trained for the third Ingemar Johansson match in March of 1961.
Never was Floyd Patterson more popular, more admired than during that winter. He had visited President Kennedy; he had been given a $35,000 jeweled crown by his manager; his greatness was conceded by sports writers—and nobody had any idea that Patterson, secretly, was in possession of a false moustache and dark glasses that he intended to wear out of Miami Beach should he lose the third fight to Johansson.
It was after being knocked out by Johansson in their first fight that Patterson, deep in depression, hiding in humiliation for months in a remote Connecticut lodge, decided he could not face the public again if he lost. So he bought false whiskers and a moustache, and planned to wear them out of his dressing room after a defeat. He had also planned, in leaving his dressing room, to linger momentarily within the crowd and perhaps complain out loud about the fight. Then he would slip undiscovered through the night and into a waiting automobile.
Although there proved to be no need for bringing disguise into the second or third Johansson fights, or into a subsequent bout in Toronto against an obscure heavyweight named Tom McNeeley, Patterson brought it anyway; and, after the first Liston fight, he not only wore it during his 30-hour automobile ride from Chicago to New York, but he also wore it while in an airliner bound for Spain.
"As I got onto this plane, you'd never have recognized me," he said. "I had on this beard, moustache, glasses and hat—and I also limped, to make myself look older. I was alone. I didn't care what plane I boarded; I just looked up and saw this sign at the terminal reading 'Madrid,' and so I got on that flight after buying a ticket.
"When I got to Madrid I registered at a hotel under the name 'Aaron Watson.' I stayed in Madrid about four or five days. In the daytime I wandered around to the poorer sections of the city, limping, looking at the people, and the people stared back at me and must have thought I was crazy because I was moving so slow and looked the way I did. I ate food in my hotel room. Although once I went to a restaurant and ordered soup. I hate soup. But I thought it was what old people would order. So I ate it. And after a week of this, I began to actually think I was somebody else. I began to believe it. And it is nice, every once in a while, being somebody else."
Patterson would not elaborate on how he managed to register under a name that did not correspond to his passport; he merely explained, "With money, you can do anything."
Now, walking slowly around the room, his black silk robe over his sweat clothes, Patterson said, "You must wonder what makes a man do things like this. Well, I wonder, too. And the answer is, I don't know . . . but I think that within me, within every human being, there is a certain weakness. It is a weakness that exposes itself more when you're alone. And I have figured out that part of the reason I do the things I do, and cannot seem to conquer that one word—myself—is because . . . I am a coward. . . ."
He stopped. He stood very still in the middle of the room, thinking about what he had just said, probably wondering whether he should have said it.
"I am a coward," he then repeated, softly. "My fighting has little to do with that fact, though. I mean you can be a fighter—and a winning fighter—and still be a coward. I was probably a coward on the night I won the championship back from Ingemar. And I remember another night, long ago, back when I was in the amateurs, fighting this big, tremendous man named Julius Griffin. I was only a hundred fifty-three pounds. I was petrified. It was all I could do to cross the ring. And then he came at me, and moved close to me . . . and from then on I don't know anything. I have no idea what happened. Only thing I know is, I saw him on the floor. And later somebody said, 'Man, I never saw anything like it. You just jumped up in the air, and threw thirty different punches. . . .'"
"When did you first think you were a coward?" he was asked.
"It was after the first Ingemar fight."
"How does one see this cowardice you speak of?"
"You see it when a fighter loses. Ingemar, for instance, is not a coward. 'When he lost the third fight in Miami, he was at a party later at the Fontainebleau. Had I lost, I couldn't have gone to that party. And I don't see how he did. . . ."
"Could Liston be a coward?"
"That remains to be seen," Patterson said. "We'll find out what he's like after somebody beats him, how he takes it. It's easy to do anything in victory. It's in defeat that a man reveals himself. In defeat I can't face people. I haven't the strength to say to people, 'I did my best, I'm sorry, and what not.'"
"Have you no hate left?"
"I have hated only one fighter," Patterson said. "And that was Ingemar in the second fight. I had been hating him for a whole year before that—not because he beat me in the first fight, but because of what he did after. It was all that boasting in public, and his showing off his right-hand punch on television, his thundering right, his 'toonder and lightning.' And I'd be home watching him on television, and hating him. It is a miserable feeling, hate. When a man hates, he can't have any peace of mind. And for one solid year I hated him because, after he took everything away from me, deprived me of everything I was, he rubbed it in. On the night of the second fight, in the dressing room, I couldn't wait until I got into the ring. When he was a little late getting into the ring, I thought, He's holding me up; he's trying to unsettle me—well, I'll get him!"
"Why couldn't you hate Liston in the second match?"
Patterson thought for a moment, then said, "Look, if Sonny Liston walked into this room now and slapped me in the face, then you'd see a fight. You'd see the fight of our life because, then, a principle would be involved. I'd forget he was a human being. I'd forget I was a human being. And I'd fight accordingly."
"Could it be, Floyd, that you made a mistake in becoming a prizefighter?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you say you're a coward; you say you have little capacity for hate; and you seemed to lose your nerve against those schoolboys in Scarsdale this afternoon. Don't you think you might have been better suited for some other kind of work? Perhaps a social worker, or . . ."
"Are you asking why I continue to fight?"
"Well," he said, not irritated by the question, "first of all, I love boxing. Boxing has been good to me. And I might just as well ask you the question: 'Why do you write?' Or, 'Do you retire from writing every time you write a bad story?' And as to whether I should have become a fighter in the first place, well, let's see how I can explain it. . . . Look, let's say you're a man who has been in an empty room for days and days without food . . . and then they take you out of that room and put you into another room where there's food hanging all over the place . . . and the first thing you reach for, you eat. When you're hungry, you're not choosy, and so I chose the thing that was closest to me. That was boxing. One day I just wandered into a gymnasium and boxed a boy. And I beat him. Then I boxed another boy. I beat him, too. Then I kept boxing. And winning. And I said, 'Here, finally, is something I can do!'
"Now I wasn't a sadist," he quickly added. "But I liked beating people because it was the only thing I could do. And whether boxing was a sport or not, I wanted to make it a sport because it was a thing I could succeed at. And what were the requirements? Sacrifice. That's all. To anybody who comes from the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, sacrifice comes easy. And so I kept fighting, and one day I became heavyweight champion, and I got to know people like you. And you wonder how I can sacrifice, how I can deprive myself so much? You just don't realize where I've come from. You don't understand where I was when it began for me.
"In those days, when I was about eight years old, everything I got—I stole. I stole to survive, and I did survive, but I seemed to hate myself. My mother told me I used to point to a photograph of myself hanging in the bedroom and say, 'I don't like that boy!' One day my mother found three large X's scratched with a nail or something over that photograph of me. I don't remember doing it. But I do remember feeling like a parasite at home. I remember how awful I used to feel at night when my father, a longshoreman, would come home so tired that, as my mother fixed food before him, he would fall asleep at the table because he was that tired. I would always take his shoes off and clean his feet. That was my job. And I felt so bad because here I was, not going to school, doing nothing, just watching my father come home; and on Friday nights it was even worse. He would come home with his pay, and he'd put every nickel of It on the table so my mother could buy food for all the children. I never wanted to be around to see that. I'd run and hide. And then I decided to leave home and start stealing—and I did. And I would never come home unless I brought something that I had stolen. Once I remember I broke into a dress store and stole a whole mound of dresses, at two A.M., and here I was, this little kid, carrying all those dresses over the wall, thinking they were all the same size, my mother's size, and thinking the cops would never notice me walking down the street with all those dresses piled over my head. They did, of course. . . . I went to the Youth House. . . ."
Floyd Patterson's children, who had been playing outside all this time around the country club, now became restless and began to call him, and Jeannie started to pound on his door. So Patterson picked up his leather bag, which contained his gloves, his mouthpiece and adhesive tape, and walked with the children across the path toward the clubhouse.
He flicked on the light switches behind the stage near the piano. Beams of amber streaked through the dimly lit room and flashed onto the ring. He took off his robe, shuffled his feet in the rosin, skipped rope, and then began to shadowbox in front of the spit-stained mirror, throwing out quick combinations of lefts, rights, lefts, rights, each jab followed by a "hegh-hegh-hegh-hegh." Then, his gloves on, he moved to the punching bag in the far corner, and soon the room reverberated to his rhythmic beat against the bobbling bag—rat-tat-tat-tetteta, rat-tat-tat-tetteta-rat-tat-tat-tetteta-rat-tat-tetteta!
The children, sitting on pink leather chairs, moved from the bar to the fringe of the ring, watched him in awe, sometimes flinching at the force of his pounding against the leather bag.
And this is how they would probably remember him years from now: a dark, solitary, glistening figure punching in the corner of a forlorn spot at the bottom of a mountain where people once came to have fun—until the clubhouse because unfashionable, the paint began to peel, and Negroes were allowed in.
As Floyd Patterson continued to bang away with lefts and rights, his gloves a brown blur against the bag, his daughter slipped quietly off her chair and wandered past the ring into the other room. There, on the other side of the bar and beyond a dozen round tables, was the stage. She climbed onto the stage and stood behind a microphone, long dead, and cried out, imitating a ring announcer, "Ladieeees and gentlemen . . . tonight we present . . ."
She looked around, puzzled. Then, seeing that her little brother had followed her, she waved him up to the stage and began again: "Ladiees and gentlemen . . . tonight we present . . . Floydie Patterson. . . ."
Suddenly, the pounding against the bag in the other room stopped. There was silence for a moment. Then Jeannie, still behind the microphone and looking down at her brother, said, "Floydie, come up here!"
"No," he said.
"Oh, come up here!"
"No," he cried.
Then Floyd Patterson's voice, from the other room, called: "Cut it out . . . I'll take you both for a walk in a minute."
He resumed punching—rat-tat-tat-tetteta—and they returned to his side. But Jeannie interrupted, asking, "Daddy, how come you sweating?"
"Water fell on me," he said, still pounding.
"Daddy," asked Floyd, Jr., "how come you spit water on the floor before?"
"To get it out of my mouth."
He was about to move over to the heavier punching bag when the sound of Mrs. Patterson's station wagon could be heard moving up the road.
Soon she was in Patterson's apartment cleaning up a bit, patting the pillows, washing the teacups that had been left in the sink. One hour later the family was having dinner together. They were together for two mere hours; then, at 10 P.M., Mrs. Patterson washed and dried all of the dishes, and put the garbage out in the can—where it would remain until the raccoons and skunks got to it.
And then, after helping the children with their coats and walking out to the station wagon and kissing her husband good-bye, Mrs. Patterson began the drive down the dirt road toward the highway. Patterson waved once, and stood for a moment watching the taillights go, and then he turned and walked slowly back toward the house.
Gay Talese is the best-selling author of The Kingdom and the Power, Honor Thy Father, Unto the Sons, and Thy Neighbor's Wife. "The Loser" can be found in The Gay Talese Reader and The Silent Season of a Hero, an anthology of Talese's sportswriting. He is also the author of "Frank Sinatra Has a Cold," which the editors of Esquire pronounced the best story the magazine has ever published.
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With a low-cut dress like the one Amanda Hansen wore on Tuesday night's episode of The Real Housewives of Vancouver, it was only a matter of time before she flashed viewers some nipple.
Hansen, one of the villains on the notorious Canadian reality show, embarrassed herself at a cocktail party after her right breast slipped out of her dress in front of partygoers.
She covered up quickly, but not before a cameraman got a close-up shot of the protruding mammary (though it was blurred for broadcast).
"Maybe I was underdressed," Hansen joked.
Ironically, this wasn't the first time viewers got to see a little too much of Hansen. Cameras also filmed Hansen getting a "butt-lift," a procedure that reduces cellulite by massaging bums with magnetic pulses.
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U.S. Secretary of State Mike Pompeo said Sunday that the Trump administration is ready for unconditional discussions with Iran in an effort to ease rising tensions that have sparked fears of conflict. But the United States will not relent in trying to pressure the Islamic Republic to change its behavior in the Middle East, America's top diplomat said.
Pompeo repeated long-standing U.S. accusations that Iran is bent on destabilizing the region, but he also held out the possibility of talks as President Donald Trump has suggested. While the offer may not pan out, Pompeo made it during a visit to Switzerland, the country that long has represented American interests in Iran, as part of a European trip aimed at assuring wary leaders that the U.S. is not eager for war.
"We're prepared to engage in a conversation with no preconditions," Pompeo told reporters at a news conference with his Swiss counterpart. "We're ready to sit down with them, but the American effort to fundamentally reverse the malign activity of this Islamic Republic, this revolutionary force, is going to continue."
Pompeo's meeting with Foreign Minister Ignazio Cassis in the southern Swiss town of Bellinzona came amid concerns about the potential for escalation and miscalculation with Iran — a situation that has many in Europe and the Middle East on edge.
Cassis, whose country has been an intermediary between the two before, made no secret of that nervousness.
"The situation is very tense. We are fully aware, both parties are fully aware, of this tension. Switzerland, of course, wishes there is no escalation, no escalation to violence," he said. "Both parties are now increasing the pressure, and for the rest this is a matter of worry, but we cannot do anything unless we get a mandate from both parties."
Cassis said Switzerland would be pleased to serve as an intermediary, but not a "mediator," between the United States and Iran. To do so, however, would require requests from both sides, he said.
Neither he nor Pompeo would say if such requests had been made of the Swiss.
Pompeo thanked Switzerland, which serves as the "protecting power" for the United States in Iran, for looking after Americans detained there. Trump administration officials have suggested they would look positively at any move to release at least five American citizens and at least two permanent U.S. residents currently imprisoned in Iran.
Pompeo declined to comment on whether he had made a specific request to the Swiss about the detainees. But, he said the release of unjustly jailed Americans in Iran and elsewhere is a U.S. priority.
Pompeo was in Switzerland on the second leg after Germany of a four-nation tour of Europe in which he is both trying to calm nerves and stressing that the U.S. will defend itself and not relent in raising pressure on Iran with economic sanctions.
Despite the firm stance, Trump has signaled a willingness to talk with Iran's leadership. Iranian officials have hinted at the possibility but also insisted they will not be bulled.
"If they want to talk, I'm available," Trump said last week, even as Pompeo and the White House national security adviser, John Bolton, were stepping up warnings that any attack on American interests by Iran or its proxies would draw a rapid and significant U.S. response.
The U.S. is sending hundreds of additional troops to the region after blaming Iran and Iranian proxies for recent sabotage to tankers in the Persian Gulf and drone attacks on Saudi Arabia's oil infrastructure.
Some analysts believe Iran is acting to restore leverage it has lost since Trump withdrew from the 2015 nuclear deal and the U.S. reimposed sanctions that have hobbled Iran's economy.
Last month, the administration ended sanctions waivers that had allowed certain countries to continue to import Iranian oil, the country's main source of revenue, without U.S. penalties. The U.S. also designated Iran's Revolutionary Guards a "foreign terrorist organization," adding new layers of sanctions to foreigners that might do business with it or its affiliates.
Despite the U.S. withdrawal, Iran has remained a party to the nuclear deal that involves the five permanent members of the U.N. Security Council, Germany and the European Union. Iran has continued to broadly comply with the terms, which called for it to curb its nuclear work in exchange for sanctions relief. On Friday, however, the United Nations' nuclear watchdog reported that Iran may be in violation of limits on the number of advanced centrifuges it can use.
Pompeo declined to comment on the findings of the International Atomic Energy Agency other than to say the U.S. is "watching closely" what is going on in Iran.
"The world should be mindful of how we are watching closely how Iran is complying with the requirements that were set out," he said.


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From Petoskey to Mackinaw City, these Northern Michigan towns host fabulous festivals that celebrate summertime up north.
This vibrant town overlooking Little Traverse Bay is home to a bustling marina, lots of green space, and a great collection of independent boutiques and galleries in its historic Gaslight District.
Historic Festival & Taste of the North, June 15
Art in the Park, July 20
Festival on the Bay, August 16–17
A picturesque summer paradise and harbor town on the northern shores of Little Traverse Bay, with an authentic soda fountain, fine antiques shops, casual and fine dining, and great galleries and boutiques.
Fine Art Gallery Tour: June 27
Waterfront Wine Festival: June 29
A point of local pride: This rugged town is one of the coldest places anywhere in the Lower 48. Come summer, though, it's pure bliss, home to sweet shops and a renowned biological station.
Summerfest: June 12–16
Cross Village:
One of Michigan's oldest settlements, this tiny Lake Michigan town is nestled between the scenic Tunnel of Trees and the gorgeous beaches of Sturgeon Bay.
Blissfest: July 12–14
A pint-sized town on the banks of the Crooked River, along the Inland Waterway, with historic charm and stalwart shops in its downtown.
Alanson Riverfest: Aug. 9–11
Bay Harbor:
World-class shopping, golf, a spa, and an equestrian center are just a few of the highlights at this resort between Petoskey and Harbor Springs.
In Water Boat Show: June 14–16
Vintage Car & Boat Festival: June 22
Bay Harbor Arts Festival: July 27–28
Mackinaw City:
The gateway to Mackinac Island is a destination in itself, with more than 100 shops, a historic fort, and, of course, killer views of the Bridge.
Antiques on the Bay Auto Show: June 21–22
Arts & Craft Show: Aug. 24–25
Beer & Wine Festival: Sept. 6–7
Not just a ski town, this village on the shores of Lake Charlevoix has destination-worthy shopping and dining, plus a welcoming community full of energy and warmth.
SOBO Arts Festival: June 28–29
For more summer vacation ideas in Northern Michigan, grab the 2013 MyNorth Vacation Guide!
Your Guide to Traverse City, Mackinac Island, Petoskey, Charlevoix, Leelanau, Benzie & More
From the same people who produce Traverse, Northern Michigan's Magazine, this is a colorful, easy-to-use guide to Northern Michigan vacation ideas from Ludington to Traverse City, from Charlevoix to Mackinac Island and everything in between. It is filled with ideas, tips and hundreds of websites that connect you to fun, food, activities, lodging and recreation in every part of Northern Michigan.
- More than 140, full color pages with stunning photography and travel stories
- Maps of each region
- Hundreds of resources
Be sure to also check out our free online area-specific vacation guides!
Traverse City
Ideas for your ultimate vacation in Traverse City, Acme, Fife Lake, Interlochen, Kingsley, and Williamsburg
Ideas for your ultimate vacation in Petoskey, Harbor Springs, Bay Harbor, Mackinac Island, and Boyne Country
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Ideas for your ultimate vacation in Charlevoix, Alden, Beaver Island, Bellaire, Central Lake, Easst Jordon, Elk Rapids, and Torch Lake
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Satellite data confirms Santorini's growth
(Phys.org)—In the south Aegean Sea, the islands of Santorini have been showing signs of unrest for the first time in over half a century. Satellite data confirm that the islands have risen as much as 14 cm since January 2011.
The Santorini volcano's last major explosive eruption was about 3600 years ago. This event formed a large crater, or caldera, which is now flooded by the sea.
For the past 2000 years Santorini has shown different behaviour patterns, with small eruptions of lava every few tens or hundreds of years, slowly building a new volcanic edifice from the sea floor.
The Kameni islands, which lie in the middle of Santorini's large flooded crater, form the top of this youngest part of the volcano. The last eruption of the Kameni islands was in 1950. For the next 60 years, Santorini was quiet.
In January 2011, a series of small earthquakes began beneath the islands. Most were small enough that they could only be detected with sensitive seismometers, but several were felt by the local residents.
"On one particular day in April 2011, two tour guides told me they had felt an earthquake while they were on the volcano and that the motion of the ground had actually made them jump," said Michelle Parks, a PhD student working with a team of scientists to map Santorini's ground deformation.
"Locals working in restaurants on the main island of Thera became aware of the increase in earthquake activity through the vibration and clinking of glasses in their bars."
In a study published this week in Nature Geoscience, the team discovered that the whole island group has been inflating – slowly rising and moving outward – almost systematically around a point just north of the Kameni islands.
To map the movement, the scientists used radar data from ESA's Envisat satellite from March to December 2011 and from the German TerraSAR-X mission from July 2011 to April 2012.
To ensure accurate measurement, the team also used GPS receivers and an island-wide network of triangulation stations.
The study outlines that the total amount of vertical movement is now approaching 8–14 cm at some points on the Kameni islands, and the whole caldera is around 14 cm wider now than it was at the beginning of 2011.
The scientific team believes that molten rock has accumulated in a magma chamber at a depth of about 4 km.
This chamber increased by 10–20 million cubic metres (8–15 times the size of London's Olympic Stadium) from January 2011 to April 2012. As it grew, Earth's surface deformed in response.
The Kameni islands grow, on average, by about a million cubic metres per year. But the satellite data show that the amount of molten rock that has arrived beneath Santorini over the 12-month period is the equivalent of 10–20 years' growth of the volcano.
"People were obviously aware that something was happening to the volcano, but it wasn't until we saw the changes in the GPS, and the uplift on the radar images that we really knew that molten rock was being injected at such a shallow level beneath the volcano," said Juliet Biggs, a British scientist specialising in satellite radar and co-author of the paper.
"Many volcanologists study the rocks produced by old eruptions to understand what happened in the past, so it's exciting to use cutting-edge satellite technology to link that to what's going on in the volcanic plumbing system right now."
The scientists stressed that the recent movement doesn't indicate that an eruption is about to happen. In fact, the rate of earthquake activity has dropped off in the past few months.
Similar results of ground deformation on the islands have been observed by a Greek team from the Harokopio University of Athens using the same type of satellite data.
Another US–Greek team also had similar observations while using ground-based GPS instruments.
More information: Article: Evolution of Santorini Volcano dominated by episodic and rapid fluxes of melt from depth, doi:10.1038/ngeo1562
Journal information: Nature Geoscience
Provided by European Space Agency


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1-What is the GMAT exam? GMAT stands for Graduate Management Admissions Test. This formal exam is designed to test various aspects of a student's academic skills and grasp of the English language. Specifically, what is the GMAT test for? In most cases, it's used to determine a student's eligibility and readiness to enter a graduate business degree program. Universities may require a certain minimum score on the GMAT exam as a prerequisite for a Master of Business Administration or similar graduate degree program. Some employers take GMAT scores into account when assessing candidates for internships or full-time positions. Unlike some other graduate program assessment tests, such as the MCAT or LSAT, the GMAT doesn't measure a student's level of industry knowledge or specialized professional skills. Rather, it's designed to assess various essential soft skills that can lead to success in business school and the professional job market. This adaptive computer test focuses on determining a student's critical thinking skills, problem-solving abilities, logic, and proficiency with the English language, including verbal, reading, and writing skills. The exam is divided into four separate categories: a half-hour analytical writing assessment, a half-hour integrated reasoning section, a 75-minute quantitative reasoning section, and a 75-minute verbal reasoning section. Students may choose one of three options to determine the order in which to complete the sections. There is no official or preferred order. Instead, this flexibility is designed to give students the best exam experience by allowing them to tailor the experience somewhat based on their testing preferences and unique strengths. 2-Why do I need to take the GMAT? Success on the GMAT may require significant preparation along with a fee to sit the exam. It's not generally a required aspect of completing an undergraduate degree program. So, why is taking the GMAT exam important? Perhaps most importantly, this exam is used extensively by business schools all over the world as a standard admissions criterion. In fact, the GMAT score is a significant factor in about 90 percent of all business school admissions decisions. Additionally, the test's owner (Graduate Management Admission Council) performs continuous studies to determine the validity of the exam and ensure it serves as an accurate predictor of success in a business graduate degree program and a professional career path. Students who are serious about entering business school should plan on taking the test prior to applying so they can send their scores to the educational institutions they are considering. The benefits of taking the GMAT extend beyond increasing a student's chances of being accepted into the degree program of his or her choosing. 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In general, you can find an opportunity to take the GMAT at any time during your education at a college or university. Unlike several other graduate-school exams, such as the LSAT, the GMAT is offered at all times of the year. Once you find a testing center in your location, you can call to schedule an appointment. Additionally, students may take the exam up to five times in a single year as long as there are at least 16 days in between each attempt. Keep in mind that universities may have access to all your scores if you take the exam multiple times. Even though you can take the GMAT at any time, you may want to consider when in your academic career is the most opportune time to take the exam. While there is no formal educational requirement, it is generally ideal to take the exam after you have had adequate time to prepare so you have the best chance of achieving a high score and avoiding the time and expense of re-taking the test. If you are planning to use your GMAT score as part of your application materials to business school, find out the application deadline for your chosen school and ensure there is enough time before that to complete the GMAT. For example, the Round 1 application deadline for many universities is in September, so you would need to have your exam completed by then. However, you may not want to be preparing for your exam while you are completing the other application materials, so you may want to take the exam earlier. If you take the GMAT several months in advance, you can have enough time to prepare for the test and have a buffer period in which to take the exam again if necessary. Many experts recommend taking the test no later than two months before you intend to apply to business school. The good news is that your GMAT score is valid for five years, so you can take it earlier if you want. Because the exam doesn't focus on specific business knowledge, you don't have to wait until you have completed certain undergraduate courses. While there is no minimum age requirement, students who are legally considered minors may be required to submit a parental consent form. 5-Where to take the GMAT? As you are preparing to take the GMAT exam, you may be wondering where you have to go to sit the test. Fortunately, there are numerous testing centers all around the world, so you should be able to find one of the more than 600 worldwide locations nearby. Each location should have numerous test days throughout the year, and you can call or use an online form to register for any date that has available seats. How do you find locations to take the GMAT exam? An internet search is the easiest way. You can find informational websites that show you testing centers based on your address, postal code or general location. You may be able to narrow your search by time of year or test dates with open seats. If you are a military member or government civilian with access to a military base, you may be able to register for an exam at a testing center located on the base. There are also exam opportunities designed to accommodate students with disabilities, including sensory, attention, cognitive, and psychological conditions. If you believe your disability prevents you from taking the test under standard conditions, you may apply for an accommodation decision through a special process. 6-How much does it cost to take the GMAT? The cost to take the GMAT exam can vary depending on your location and other factors. There is the standard registration fee to consider, which applies each time you take the exam. Under normal circumstances, there is no discount available for students who are taking the test multiple times. Some countries also charge tax on the registration fee. Additionally, you may need to factor in the transportation costs to get to the testing center, such as gas, bus or taxi fare, or overnight lodging. If you end up needing to reschedule your examination date, you may have to pay an additional fee, the amount of which can vary depending on how far from the exam date you initiate the rescheduling process. If you do have to cancel your registered exam date, you may have to forfeit some portion of the initial registration fee. However, if you cancel within 24 hours of the test time or simply do not show up, you may not be entitled to any sort of refund of the exam fee. While five copies of your official score report for educational institutions are included in the exam fee, you may purchase additional reports for an extra cost. If you take the exam multiple times, each score could be available for universities and employers to view, so you may want to cancel your scores. However, if you decide later you want to reinstate them, you will probably be charged an additional fee. Along with the actual cost of taking the exam, you may also need to spend some money on preparation materials, such as study guides, practice tests, preparation software programs, or private tutoring. The cost of preparation materials can vary widely. 7-How do I register for the GMAT? When you're ready to schedule your exam date, there are several ways to do it. First, you'll need to find dates and nearby locations of test centers. In most countries, the GMAT is offered numerous times per year at multiple places, so you should be able to find locations fairly easily. There are online sites that allow you to search for local test locations with available seats, and most of these sites also make it easy to register today once you find the best location. You may find it easiest to register for the exam online, but there are also ways to register over the phone. Some registration options may incur additional fees. When you register for the GMAT, you agree to abide by the rules and conditions in the GMAT Handbook. If you are registering for a testing location on a military base, you must ensure you are able to access the base using the identification documents required by base security. There may be additional documents or forms required during registration if you are applying for disability accommodation. You will probably be required to submit official documentation of your condition from a medical provider or other qualified party. 8-What do I need to bring to the GMAT? Once you've studied for the GMAT and registered for an exam date at a location close by, it's time to prepare for the actual test day. Make sure you know how to get to the testing center and leave enough time to account for traffic, weather, and public transportation schedules or delays. Arriving after the examination start time may have negative results, as you could be denied entrance and lose your registration fee. It's a good idea to plan on arriving at least half an hour before the test begins. Make sure to bring the correct identification materials, such as a government-issued I.D. You should check ahead of time with your testing location to understand what types of identification are acceptable. You may also be required to bring your appointment confirmation letter and a list of schools to which you want to send your scores. Once you arrive at the testing center, you will probably need to follow a check-in procedure that may require additional security measures, such as digital photographs, signatures, and bio-identification processes. Many centers use palm-line scanners to ensure security, and you may have to scan your hand every time you enter the testing room, including after scheduled breaks. You may be reminded of the testing rules you must follow, and these can differ depending on the country in which you are taking the exam. During the exam, you may not have any contact with outside persons, such as friends or family members. In most centers, guests are not allowed to remain in the lobby or building where the test is given. You will probably be required to store purses and backpacks, as no testing aides or personal items, such as mobile phones, notes, cameras, books, or pagers, are allowed. The test is administered on a computer, usually at a private workstation. You may have access to noteboards and writing utensils provided by the test administrators, though you are not allowed to take these materials outside the testing room. You may want to bring food and water for use during the breaks. 9-How to prepare for the GMAT? Taking the GMAT exam can be an excellent first step toward earning a graduate business degree and succeeding in the professional world. There are several important things to do to prepare for the exam to give you the best chance of scoring well. One of the most important things to remember is that the test is only available in English. If you are not a native speaker, it's essential to improve your language skills as much as possible before attempting the exam. The test includes both reading and writing assessments, so you may find it useful to improve your English with help from a professional instructor or tutor. Along with English skills, the GMAT assesses four unique areas: verbal reasoning, integrated reasoning, analytical writing, and quantitative reasoning. You can improve these skills through practice, study, and preparation. There is a wide variety of study and preparation materials and methods, so it's a good idea to look at the available options and choose the ones that work best with your schedule and learning style. You may want to use a combination of study guides, formal preparation courses, online resources, and private instruction from qualified professionals. Many students also benefit from taking practice tests. These can allow you to get a feel for the format of the exam, the type of questions, and the testing environment, including how the computer adaptive testing system works. Improving your time management, study skills, and critical thinking can also be extremely helpful as you prepare for the exam. There is a writing portion as well, so you may want to take the time to answer sample essay questions. Many experts recommend allowing yourself three to four months to prepare for the GMAT. During this time, you may want to take a preparatory course, study online materials and tips, and get used to the testing procedures with practice exams. 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Claiming "Bush went to church a lot," Doocy criticized Obama for National Prayer Day decision
Steve Doocy asserted that former President Bush "went to church a lot," whereas "[t]his president, I don't believe, has selected a church that he will attend regularly." But Doocy ignored numerous reports that Bush infrequently attended church as president and did not join a congregation in the D.C. area.
On the May 7 edition of Fox News' Fox & Friends, discussing President Obama's decision not to hold a public ceremony for National Prayer Day, co-host Steve Doocy asserted that "there's a big difference between this president and the last one. George W. Bush went to church a lot, went to that yellow church just across from Lafayette Square from the White House. This president, I don't believe, has selected a church that he will attend regularly." However, in claiming that former President Bush "went to church a lot," Doocy ignored numerous reports of Bush's infrequent church attendance during his eight years in office. Moreover, in suggesting that Bush "selected a church" that he "attend[ed] regularly," Doocy ignored numerous reports that Bush never belonged to a congregation in the Washington, D.C., area.
As Media Matters for America has previously noted, in an article for the October 11, 2004, issue of The New Republic, headlined "Empty Pew," Amy Sullivan criticized the media for its lack of reporting "on the president's whereabouts on Sunday mornings":
What most [Americans] -- including many of the president's fiercest supporters -- don't know, however, is that Bush doesn't go to church. Sure, when he weekends at Camp David, Bush spends Sunday morning with the compound's chaplain. And, every so often, he drops in on the little Episcopal church across Lafayette Park from the White House. But the president who has staked much of his domestic agenda on the argument that religious communities hold the key to solving social problems doesn't belong to a congregation.
Additionally, in November 2008, reporting on which church the Obamas would consider attending once they moved into the White House, media outlets reported that Bush's church attendance was infrequent:
- In a November 17, 2008, Associated Press article, Matthew Barakat reported that Obama "could choose, as many presidents have done, not to attend services at all. President George W. Bush, for instance, has only infrequently attended services in Washington, occasionally going to St. John's [Church, near the White House]."
- In a November 14, 2008, Time article, Sullivan noted that "Ronald Reagan didn't go to church at all" and reported that while "[t]he Clintons drove down the street every Sunday to Foundry United Methodist ... George W. Bush never became a regular member of any local church, preferring to worship most often at the chapel at Camp David."
- In a November 11, 2008, article in The Hill, Jordy Yager wrote: "President Bush is widely known for his religious beliefs, but for eight years has not frequented a local church, at times citing security concerns." Yager added that "security does not make regular worship impossible. Both Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton, for example, attended D.C.-area churches. Clinton's church, Foundry Methodist Church, installed metal detectors because many tourists attended services on Sunday -- some simply to catch a glimpse of the president."
From the May 7 edition of Fox News' Fox & Friends:
DOOCY: Well, there's a big difference between this president and the last one. George W. Bush went to church a lot, went to that yellow church just across from Lafayette Square from the White House. This president, I don't believe, has selected a church that he will attend regularly. You know, and, while some might say, you know, "Why isn't he doing this?" -- because we are a religious nation when you look at the statistics -- there are others on the other side, for instance, the American Atheist Group, by that name, says that the president, forget about the fact that he is going to observe it privately at the White House, he shouldn't observe it at all.


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Sunday, August 30, 2009
We slept last night in a small hotel in Minami Osumi, about 22 miles away from Cape Sata. We started riding at 8:30am and enjoyed stunning ocean views as we pedaled up and down the challenging coastal road. It was a sunny day, 90 degrees, and we were drenched with sweat when we reached the cape. Akira Saito, a friend we made in Hokkaido, rode with us and took the attached picture.
Sho was nonchalant about the whole thing. As we stared out over the beautiful, sparkling ocean from the cape, I asked him if it had been hard to bike across Japan. He shuffled his feet and said, "Kinda."
We'll take a train back to Tokyo on Sep 1 to be reunited with my wife Eiko and 2-year old daughter Saya, and return to NYC on Sep 5. It's been a great adventure!


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The Ronde Pendant is Oliver Schick's first product for Gubi. The bell-shaped piece has reference to the traditional pendant lamp and the heyday of 1970s lightning design; however, in a modern interpretation.
A unique detail is the opening on the top with an overhanging collar that reminds of a jar such as a vase or an amphora. The mainly downwards directed light from conventional pendant lamps does in this design also spread out of the spout-like opening and casts a smooth light gradient at the wire and ceiling. The hand-turned aluminum lamp shade with an ultra-matt lacquer almost makes it look as if it was made of ceramics.
Ronde is in several languages the word for round, circular or rotating but it is also the flat blank used for metal spinning technique, which is rotating around a mould core and shaped to a 3-dimensional body.
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For most of us, "Googling" is synonymous with Web hunting: dredging up an old friend, say, or locating a late-night pizzeria. But the world's leading search engine and its related applications are turning out to be powerful research tools, too. Scientists have begun tapping into Google Maps, Google Earth, and Google News to monitor volcanoes, find fossils, and track infectious diseases.
1) Detecting Disease
"Google gives access to data that's not readily available anywhere else," says John Brownstein, an epidemiologist at Harvard Medical School. With Clark Freifeld of the MIT Media Lab, Brownstein has developed HealthMap, a Google-based application designed to alert public-health officials to nascent epidemics. The software scans Google News and other news aggregators (along with government and international agency Web sites) for disease-related keywords such as flu, outbreak, and epidemic. It mines stories, search terms, headlines, and datelines to pinpoint relevant locations. After the program has scraped the Web, it displays the data in Google Maps. If HealthMap identifies epidemic-related information pertaining to a place, the location is tagged with a colored dot indicating the intensity of the chatter. "The Web has all this information from disparate sources," Brownstein says. "If we could put it into a unified view, we could get a comprehensive window into infectious diseases."
Since official pronouncements about an outbreak often lag weeks behind its spread, HealthMap's gauge of epidemic news online may prove valuable as a predictive tool. In fact, the application flagged pockets of H1N1 flu last April, around the same time the CDC began following the disease. A public-health emergency was not declared in the United States until the end of that month. "Very early on, we saw that a mysterious respiratory illness was brewing in Mexico," Brownstein says. He hopes officials will use HealthMap to keep tabs on future emerging diseases before they rage out of control.
2) Diary of a Robot
Scientists at the NASA Ames Research Center have also put Google to work. NASA's remote-controllable K10 robot—a prototype for lunar rovers—collects microscopic terrain images and LIDAR scans as it navigates its testing grounds in the Arizona desert. Roboticist Terry Fong uses Google Earth to plan the robot's routes, monitor its progress in real time, and compile data. Icons show where readings were collected; clicking reveals a description of the data or a thumbnail of an image captured there. "Being able to organize data based on where it's located is very powerful," Fong says.
3) Volcano Spotting
Meanwhile, earth scientists in Alaska are using Google Earth to visualize their data and make it available to the public. Sensors placed around geologic hot spots can flag locations where local temperatures are abnormally high, indicating possible volcanic activity. Dozens of these spots can be plotted in Google Earth, enabling anyone to examine local conditions at a glance. Researchers also use the application to display the movement of volcanic ash clouds, which can pose a serious threat to airplanes. Volcanologist John Bailey of the University of Alaska at Fairbanks says Google Earth's views help scientists make the most of information on ash pathways. "A 3-D perspective can sometimes lead to realizations that might not have been easily reached" through a flat display, he says.
4) Old Bones
While many of these scientific mashups help bring data to a broader audience, Google's tools have also aided primary research. At the University of Michigan, paleontologist Philip Gingerich taps into Google Earth to hunt for rare fossils. When a colleague told him that a group of masons had found ancient whale bones in a stone block near El Sheikh Fadl in Egypt, he resolved to find the quarry. Using Google Earth, Gingerich zoomed in on satellite images of the area just south of Cairo. He soon found an extensive network of roads in the otherwise barren desert and guessed that they indicated the site of the mining operation.
His hunch was on target. When Gingerich traveled to the quarry, he noted veins of red sediment in the excavated limestone. "Where that happens," he says, "the fissures become natural traps for animals." He subsequently found an extraordinary cache of mammalian fossils, including bats and rodents, from the early Miocene period, 20 million years ago. He once flew a small plane over Wyoming looking for fossil outcrops, he says, but now he does most of his hunting from his desk. "I use Google Earth virtually every day. The geology is spectacularly exposed," Gingerich says.
5) Hidden Mountains
Google Earth also served as the window into an important find for conservation biologist Julian Bayliss, then with the Royal Botanic Gardens at Kew in England. While scrutinizing Google's satellite maps looking for mountains to include in a biological study in Africa, he noticed Mozambique's Mount Mabu. Locals knew of the peak, but biologists had never studied it. When Bayliss set up a research trip to investigate, his online discovery proved to be a real-world treasure: a 17,000-acre tract of undisturbed forest containing at least 10 animals previously unknown to scientists. More are likely to turn up with further study, Bayliss says.
Google's strength is not that it introduces new information but rather that it helps researchers find and communicate what is already out there. To scientists who are routinely drowning in data, that is incredibly valuable. Google has made access to data as simple as a conventional Web search—and that, in its own small way, is a scientific revolution.
Scrape To use software to harvest data from Web sites for use in another context (for example, to build a database or to provide input for another program)
Mashup A combination of data from multiple sources, often with a new purpose that the data's original disseminators may not have envisioned.
Hot Spot An area of persistent high temperature fueled by heat from below the earth's crust. The Big Island of Hawaii and Yellowstone's geysers sit atop hot spots.


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After a long, exhausting day at school, I always look forward to coming home and seizing my rare opportunity to do nothing but sit and read with a steaming cup of tea. It's not something I can do every day, so when I finally get a chance to rest and do close to nothing, I find it to be a true delight.
On one particular occasion, I had just steeped my tea bag to create a rich, dark color and aroma, waiting for it to cool a bit. Deeming the cost to be clear and momentarily abandoning my drink, I absent mindedly went into the next room to find adequate reading material. Returning to reclaim my small cup of black tea, I was un prepared for the scene I was about to witness. I jumped nearly a mile in the air from the shock of discovering someone else dipping into my cup! Where on earth did he come from?!
Not the least bit disturbed by my entrance, he went right on slurping up the piping hot liquid without even pausing or raising his eyes in my direction. How thirsty he must have been! The way he continued to draw more and more of it into his mouth, you might think the cup itself had been bottomless! Unsure of how to proceed, I merely watched, figuring that if he had needed a drink that badly, I would hate to be the one to deprive him of proper hydration.
Walking around to the other side of the table in hopes of catching his attention so that I wouldn't have to make the first move, I was surprise for a second time by another unexpected visitor!
Seemingly content to allow his friend all the tea he wanted, this other little fellow appeared to be thoroughly enjoying himself playing around on my spoon as if it were a see-saw. Honestly, I've never seen anything like it!
After an interminable length of time had passed, the first duckling finally took a deep breath, sated and full of caffeine. Opening his beak to explain, words failed him to explain exactly what had come over him, thefting my perfectly brewed cup of tea. I understood that it can be tough for critters to get enough of anything out in the wild, and an unguarded consumable is just asking to be taken.
Filling a seperate bowl with more water than either could ever finish in one sitting, I made sure they enough to drink before sending them on their way again. What a strange encounter, indeed!


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Chemistry of continental vs. oceanic rocksAndrew Goodwillie, Kim Kastens, Linda Sohl, Jaime Toro, Amy Cline, Shelley Olds, Rob Graziano, Sarah Titus, Erin Heffron, Chuck Anderson, Jim Washburn, Steve Reynolds, Ron Schott, Charlie Onasch
Topic: petrology, geochemistry
Course Type: intro or upper level
Students use data from PetdB to plot the chemistry of rocks samples collected from both the ocean floor and continental locations.
Students get to see how various elements (e.g., Mg, Si) vary with continent vs. oceanic crust. Continents are highly variable and more siliceous, and less mafic. Oceans are more uniform, less siliceous and more mafic.
Students would be able to identify probable chemistry given information about sample location.
See http://www.ldeo.columbia.edu/~kastens/curriculum/conceptests/index.html
(specifically, the section on rock type on mid-ocean ridge)


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