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WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. (bankrate.com) -- Got a headache? See your doctor. A toothache? See your dentist. A money problem? You might want to make the acquaintance of a good financial planner.
"Many people don't realizethat hiring a financial planner can be a good investment."
Maybe you've come into a large inheritance or your own income popped suddenly. You gave birth to triplets or recently divorced. You just bought or sold a business. Or you just feel uneasy about your money -- you're not sure where it's going now or how far it will take you in the future.
Whatever your money problem, too much or too little, a financial planner can probably help.
"Many people don't realize that hiring a financial planner can be a good investment," says Gerri Detweiler, education advisor to Myvesta (formerly Debt Counselors of America) and author of Slash Your Debt. "If you find yourself letting important financial decisions go because you just don't seem to get around to them, you might want to talk to a financial planner to get those jobs done."
Do you need help? How do you tell?
That's easy, according to Barry Katz, a certified financial planner with Caratel Financial Services Inc. in Sunrise, Fla.
"If you ask yourself the question, then you probably do. Everybody can benefit from using a financial planner simply by getting all of your ducks in a row," he says.
According to Worth Magazine's October 1997 estimate, there are 300,000 people who call themselves financial planners, although just 45,000 are actually certified by one or several professional organizations.
You want to start your search by looking into the alphabet soup after the name:
CFP: Certified financial planners have passed a national test covering insurance, investments, taxation, employee benefits, retirement and estate planning administered by the CFP Board of Standards. They must meet experience requirements and abide by a code of ethics.
ChFC: Chartered financial consultants are the insurance industry's financial planning designates. They pass exams in finance and investing.
CLU: Chartered life underwriters pass national exams in insurance and related subjects and have business experience in the insurance industry.
CFA: Chartered financial analysts are experienced financial analysts who have passed exams in economics, financial accounting, portfolio management, security analysis and standards of conduct.
AICPAPFP: Personal financial planning specialists are certified public accountants who have earned the financial planner designation from the American Institute of Certified Public Accountants
Don't be. Unless your needs fall outside the norm or you have a particular bond with an accountant or insurance agent who also does financial planning, you'll probably be shopping for a CFP.
Fee structures
Certified financial planners come in four flavors: fee-only, fee-based with commission, fee-offset and commission only.
Simply put, planners who make a commission do so on the financial products they sell you -- insurance policies, mutual funds, etc. Some charge a fee and collect commissions on what you buy from them, others offset the commissions they earn against their flat fee, and some work on commissions alone.
There is nothing underhanded about this form of compensation; bankers and even accountants today receive commissions in the same way and we barely blink an eye at it.
Fee-only planners, on the other hand, charge a set amount, either an hourly fee, flat fee for a comprehensive plan or annual retainer, and do not earn any commissions. Some fee-only CFPs may not be registered to sell financial products; others, like Katz, believe it presents a conflict of interest to do so.
Fee-only or commission?
Katz is south regional president of the National Association of Personal Financial Advisors, an organization of more than 600 fee-only financial planners. He recommends starting your search at the NAPFA Web site for fee-only CFPs in your area.
"I'm a big fan of fee-only financial planners. They don't make commissions off of what they suggest to you."
"Starting with a CFP means a lot. It means they have gone the extra step of education and training," he says. "And I would go one step further and, because of the potential for conflicts of interest, I think you should find somebody who is a true fee-only financial planner."
Kerry Hannon, author of Suddenly Single: Money Skills for Divorcees and Widows, agrees.
"I'm a big fan of fee-only financial planners. They don't make commissions off of what they suggest to you. You know what their flat fee is up front before you go into a meeting."
Detweiler says it's more a matter of personal taste.
"There are good planners in both camps," she says. "One is not necessarily better than the other, but one may work better for you."
The experts agree that fees and commissions vary widely in the largely unregulated world of financial planning. Katz estimates he would charge $2,500 for a couple making $100,000 a year with a portfolio of $300,000 to $400,000. Others may charge $100 per hour. Commissions vary considerably.
Finding a financial fit
Ready to search? First ask family, friends and business associates for recommendations. Then visit the Web sites of NAPFA, the Financial Planning Association (formerly the Institute of Certified Financial Planners and the International Association for Financial Planning) and the Certified Financial Planner Board of Standards for members in your area. Then narrow your list to less than 10 candidates.
Next, call each planner's office and find out if they work with clients at your financial level; some have minimums and may require that you have $100,000 or more to invest.
Finally, set up a minimum of three initial meetings. Most planners do not charge for this. It's an opportunity to ask your 10 key questions and determine if you've got the chemistry and communication to work together.
What can you do for me?
There are no guarantees that a planner will, say, double your money. Should a planner offer you such promises, head for the door immediately.
What they can and should offer to do for you is:
- Assess your current financial situation by reviewing your last two tax returns, all income sources, liquid and illiquid assets, wills, insurance policies, and estate and retirement planning documents;
- Identify your financial needs and goals;
- Develop a financial plan;
- Explain the pros and cons of various options and financial instruments (stocks, bonds, mutual funds, IRAs, etc.);
- Advise you in identifying other professionals (investment brokers, lawyers, accountants) to execute your plan; and
- Review your progress periodically to make sure your plan remains on track.
Advice and education is what makes the right financial advisor worth the investment, Katz says. Neither your banker nor your accountant has the broad training necessary for sound cradle-to-grave financial planning.
"Getting an understanding and education as far as inflows and outflows, assets and liabilities and what the future holds, that's a great investment," he says. "Yes, $2,500 is a lot of money. But if you amortize that over the benefit you're going to receive through financial planning, it's really a drop in the bucket."
Detweiler says doing your financial homework is crucial to getting the most from your planner.
"I'm a big fan of doing a lot yourself, because the more you empower yourself, the better your decisions will be, whether or not you have a planner," she says. "It's intimidating, no doubt about it. But the basic steps are pretty simple: figure out what your goals are, what you need to achieve them, and just get started."


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Gal Gadot will be joined by Luke Evans in the Fast and Furious 6, as Evans will be playing the villain. You may not know him yet, but you probably will when Peter Jackson's the Hobbit comes out in the winter, as Evans will be playing Bard the Bowman in the Lord of the Rings prequel.
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November 30, 2005
Shades of the prison house
Tuesday night. Leafing through the New York Review of Books I discover that it has a Personals section. I'd never noticed this before. I do a quick scan. Artists, writers, PhDs – women interested in opera and ballet and movies and piano sonatas and watercolours and buddhism seeking educated, creative, perceptive, thoughtful, witty and 'quasi-normal' men to "explore the heights of the mind, the realms of the globe and the depths of love". Wow! I feel like I've stumbled upon a secret elephant burying ground.
Then I read the thing more closely. "50ish", "44-59", "48-64", "mid-50s to early 70s" "50+". Right. A woolly mammoth burying ground then. The median age of people these ads are targeted at is 55. The youngest person advertising is 38 (but assures that you she looks 29!). It's official – I'm an old person. It's just a matter of time before my body figures this out.
I wonder if the NYRB will let me contract for a Personal ad to come out in Decembe 2035. I'm going to need to put one in then anyway, and just think of the killing I could make by locking in their current rate.
In other non-news, the NYRB also features a glorious poem called the Trumpeter Swan by Robin Robertson:
He takes a run at it: heaving himself
up off the lake, wing-beats echoing,
the wheeze of each pull
pulling him clear.
The sky is empty;
every stretch of water
flaunts its light.
You can learn how to fly, see all the edges
soften and blur, but you can't hold on
to the height you find,
you can never be taught how to fall.
November 29, 2005
After she left
After she left he searched through the house for signs of her presence. Like a spy. Or an errant husband. Hoping that she had forgotten something, hoping that she had left something behind. There was nothing. No damp tissues crumpled in the wastebasket, no smudge of lipstick on the coffee cups, no tiny slip of paper fallen accidentally behind the bed. Not even the trace of her handwriting on the notepad by the phone. There was no way for him to prove that she had ever been there, not even to himself. Was it possible that he had simply imagined her? He picked a few loose hairs off the pillow, stared at them for a minute, stretching them out between his fingers to confirm that they were too long to be his. Then he threw them away.
After a while he got up off the bed, switched on the coffee machine, put a record on the stereo. Bob Dylan singing Is your love in vain? while the black certainty of being alone again trickled slowly into his coffeepot. He began to tidy up, folding away the sofa-bed, putting away the extra quilt. The sheets on the bed still held the shape of her body. He folded them up very carefully, as if he hoped to preserve the perfect crease of the moment forever.
Later, sipping his coffee, he opened the notebook, sat down to write. Absence is the space between heartbeats, he wrote, an emptiness too small to be alive in. The words stared back from the page, refusing to offer him any consolation. He imagined her departure as a perfect arc, a projectile thrown beautifully into the world with no one on the other end to catch it. He logged on to the airline's website, tracked the status of her flight on the screen to make sure it had taken off on time.
It seemed to him then that the air was the right element for her; that as long as she was up in the sky and he was here on earth they would both be safe, and the thread between them would unravel but remain unbroken. It was only when she landed and left the airport that he would lose her, that she would finally have left him behind.
He tried not to think about that. Everywhere he looked the room bore the signs of the hasty cleaning he had done before she arrived. Clothes peeped out of the drawers they had been hurriedly shoved into, a flock of loose papers lay hurriedly thrust under the bed. What had it all been for? he wondered. In the silence of the morning her absence felt more real than her presence had been, as though he missed her more than he had enjoyed being with her.
After a while the sun shining in through the window reminded him that it was time to get to work. He shaved carefully, imagining his face as she would have seen it, lingering in the shower so that the scald of the water would take the yearning out of his bones. When he came out of the shower he found the mirror had fogged over. He started to wipe it clean, then, on an impulse, with his hand just inches away from the frosted surface of the glass, he let it be. He dressed quickly, absently, his thoughts still elsewhere. He picked up his keys, put on his coat, picked out the library books that were due. Then he was gone.
Behind him the mirror cleared slowly, drops of precipitation running down its surface like tears, the slow fog of its grief fading, until it stood cold and empty in the perfect absence of the winter afternoon.
November 28, 2005
The Evolution of Line
Seeing Van Gogh without colour is like looking at a bonfire that has been laid out but not lighted. Sure, you can admire the precision with which the lines criss-cross, the skilled symmetry of the heaped wood, but you can't help missing the flame itself, the raw power of the fire dancing in vivid tongues from within the dry branches.
But let's begin at the beginning. The first thing that strikes you about the exhibition of Van Gogh drawings at the Met is just how crowded it is. As great herds of people crowd into the six rooms that make up the exhibition to gawk and admire, there's an atmosphere of polite fishmarket, a sort of half-concealed greed that takes over as you jockey for a better view. Being able to see a drawing by yourself is virtually impossible, you're lucky (and probably fairly tall) if you manage to get a full view of the drawing and don't have to piece it together bit by bit from glances caught between the backs of other people. Every step forward requires the kind of concentration you normally associate only with Rubik's cubes – a studied determination to somehow maneouver your way into the one empty space left in front of the painting. M and I managed to get to the museum just as it was opening, so it wasn't so bad – by the time we left, the wait time just to get into the exhibition was 40 minutes.
All of this means, of course, that quiet contemplation of the drawings is not an option. You could stand and stare at a painting for hours, I suppose, but only if you had kidneys of tungsten and were consequently immune to elbow jabs in the back.
So much for gentle ambience. The drawings themselves are, at least in the initial years, exquisite without being spectacular. Which is to say they're beautiful drawings but it's hard to see Van Gogh in them. Much of the initial work consists of portraits done in severe graphite and ink tones, which seem more like Degas', though without quite the same intensity. There are also some glorious landscapes, including one called the Kingfisher (a tiny heart of a bird buried away in a grainy perspective of indifference)
and a luminous Drenthe landscape (emptiness radiating as light). These are wonderful drawings, but they are the drawings of a master who is yet to find himself, a master still tied to the old geometry of planes. Here, as in the drawings that immediately follow, Van Gogh is still using lines that are cleanly, almost insistently straight. If there is any emotion in these drawings at all, it is not so much passion as sparseness, a bleakness of perspective accentuated by the lack of colour.
Here and there, Van Gogh introduces colour (and indeed one of the greatest joys of the exhibit is the way it places multiple versions of the same drawing, some in colour, others not, side by side – see examples below) and the effect is vivid and glorious, though even here the colours do not so much swirl about as arrange themselves in neat, shining legions and oppose each other.
It's only once Van Gogh reaches Arles that you see the drawings change, grow. The strokes seem to become bolder, more confident, but more importantly, it feels as though Van Gogh is finally breaking away from the strict linearity of his early drawings. There is more room for confusion now, the lines mill about, responding more the passion of the artist's hand than to the staider laws of perspective and geometry. This is fascinating evolution to watch, barely visible in Fishing Boats at Sea, beginning to emerge in Wheat Field with Sheaves, achieving some prominence in the Sower and in the swirling Olive Trees at Montmajour,
taking centre stage in Garden with Sunflowers and the leaping fire of Cypresses,
and acheiving its apeothesis in Wild Vegetation and Old Vineyard with Peasant Woman. The difference between these last works and the drawings that the exhibition begins with is a stark one, and bears witness to the phenomenal growth that Van Gogh underwent as an artist in a little under ten years.
All in all, the exhibition at the Met is not as soul-searing an experience as the idea of a Van Gogh exhibition would seem to promise. It is, however, an insightful and engaging exploration of the artistic evolution of one of the greatest painters of all time. The drawings exhibited here and beautiful and alive – and if they seem pale and a little dull, it is only because one cannot help comparing them to Van Gogh's richer, more explicitly passionate paintings. It's a comparison that few works of art could stand up to.
For a look at the complete catalogue of paintings on show at the exhibit, see here.
November 27, 2005
Somebody stole my break…
…or the Top 5 break-up songs of all time.
(This is why you shouldn't watch High Fidelity at 1 in the morning on a Saturday night)
1. Bob Dylan, 'She's your lover now'; from The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Why didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay?
Why'd you have to treat me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
2. Joan Baez, 'It's all over now, Baby Blue'; from Farewell Angelina; originally by Bob Dylan.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
3. Stephen Sondheim, 'Send in the Clowns'; from Little Night Music
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want –
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Quick, send in the clowns.
4. Joni Mitchell, 'Still like to see you sometimes'; from For the Roses
I'll come meet your plane
No need to surrender
I just want to see you again
We're in for more rain
I could sure use some sunshine on my apple trees
It seems such a shame
We start out so kind and end so heartlessly
5 Ella Fitzgerald singing 'Just one of those things'; written by Cole Porter
As Dorothy Parker once said to her boy friend,
"Fare thee well,"
As Columbus announced
When he knew he was bounced,
"It was swell, Isabelle, swell,"
As Abélard said to Héloïse,
"Don't forget to drop a line to me, please,"
As Juliet cried in her Romeo's ear,
"Romeo, why not face the fact, my dear?"
November 26, 2005
Oh, we're sunk enough here, God knows! But not quite so sunk that moments, Sure tho' seldom, are denied us, When the spirit's true endowments Stand out plainly from its false ones, And apprise it if pursuing Or the right way or the wrong way, To its triumph or undoing. There are flashes struck from midnights, There are fire-flames noondays kindle, Whereby piled-up honours perish, Whereby swollen ambitions dwindle, While just this or that poor impulse, Which for once had play unstifled, Seems the sole work of a life-time That away the rest have trifled.
– Robert Browning, 'Cristina'
In general, the Victorian age was not, I think, a good time for English poetry. The Rossettis and Arnold wrote a handful of good poems, but also wrote volumes of sentimental twaddle. Swinburne was all surface – his poems sounding glorious and magical, a wonder to read aloud, but not really standing up to closer scrutiny. Tennyson, on his good days, was a spectacular poet, but try going beyond the Selected Works and all you'll get is the semi-coherent rambling.
Browning alone stands out from among this crowd – not only because his poetry is far more consistent (relatively speaking – there's a lot of bad Browning as well – but it represents a much smaller proportion of his work than with the others) but also because Browning was the only one of these poets who was consciously pushing the envelope of poetry forward. What you chiefly hear in all the other Victorians is a nostalgia for the old masters, it is only in Browning that you find a premonition of the century of poetry to follow. As a dramatist, as a poet of conversations, Browning has few equals – he finds and exploits the hidden rhythm of human speech, its protean patterns, to perfection. And it is in Browning that we hear, after almost a decade of romanticism and sentiment, the aching sense of bitter-sweet irony that will become a hallmark of modern poetry. Browning's poems are complex constructions of idea and emotion, of sound and wit, and it is in their sophisticated casualness that we first find the voice that, in the years to come, we will hear faintly repeated in Auden and early Eliot, in Hughes and Day-Lewis and (perhaps) even in Larkin. As Browning himself put it : "Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees / (If our loves remain)"
November 25, 2005
The Pianist
When his turn finally came, the ring-master slashed his wrists open with the practised ease of a professional butcher and a great giant of a slave, his taut muscles gleaming with oil, led him out. As he stepped into the dust of the arena a great cry went up from the crowd, like a flock of angry white birds rising suddenly up into the sky. It was a cry of hunger, a cry that rose from the very depths of the ravening maw of the stadium, a cry that carried within it the tang of blood tasted and not forgotten. Now that the initial numbness of the knifestroke had faded, the pain was returning to his slashed wrists and the blood dripped from his fingers in a constant stream, leaving a thin ribbon of red across the white sand of the ring. It was a hot day and the piano was a brilliant, glaring white, standing there in the centre of the arena, so far away from him that he thought he'd never reach it.
But he did reach it, of course. As he sat down in front of it, there was a momentary hush from the crowd, an instant of silence that matched exactly the calm in his heart as he contemplated, for the last time, that familiar arrangement of black and white keys. That one ephemeral second before the first chord is struck when the whole world seems perfectly in balance – like the sudden hushing of the wind before a storm.
It didn't last, of course. As the first notes of Tristesse trembled their way out of his piano (for what else could he play, with his hands bleeding, but Chopin), the crowd began to shout again, so that before long Chopin's sad, lovely music had been almost completely drowned out, remaining audible only to him and becoming, in the tenacity with which he clung to it, a private prayer, an intimate and deeply personal grief. As the pain in his wrists harmonised with the glorious ache of the music, every note became a small victory, a triumph of the soul, the pure expression of a sorrow untouched by the grasping fingers of the mob. The blue of the sky above seemed to close in on him, he felt the air thinning away from around him, the world thawing away. Never mind the crowd. He was going to die in this ring anyway. He shut his eyes and played.
As he brought the etude to a close, letting the last notes tremble and then fall like leaves, he felt the roaring of the crowd go louder. At first he thought it was simply the effect of the music ending, an illusion of walls closing in created by the snapping of that vital link, but then he opened his eyes and realised what the crowd was cheering about. The tigers had been brought out! He could see them, far away on opposite ends of the arena, straining against their chains. A quick snap of a lever and they would be released and come bounding towards him – he could already imagine the crunch of their great teeth biting into his neck.
For a minute he considered giving in to them, letting them have their way. After all, he was going to die anyway – this last grandstand with the piano was just a form of sentimental foolishness. Might as well get it over with. Besides, the loss of blood was starting to take its toll on him. His wrists felt numb and heavy, his fingers were virtually bloodless, so that if he continued to play it was through sheer will alone. Will and the habit of decades, that kept his fingers true to their accustomed courses. His arms felt heavy as lead, a slow spiral of dizziness was climbing up to his brain.
Then, even as the crowd stood up to call for his death, a new courage filled his heart, a new determination tighted the line of his jaw. No, he would not go down easily. He would fight. He thought of Beethoven, loveless, old, his hearing gone, continuing to wrestle with the ferocious demons of his music until he had them pinned and helpless on the ground. No, he would not give up.
The momentum of this thought flared through his body, the way a dying bonfire, discovering a log left unburnt in its ashen heart, flames into sudden, momentary glory. His fingers moved of their own accord, smashing down onto the keyboard. Beethoven. Piano Sonata No 14. Third movement. The endless vertigo of defiance. As the notes exploded from his piano like gunshots, the crowd was shocked into silence, and even the tigers took a step or two back, uncertain of how to face this new and unfamiliar beast that had been let loose in the stadium. The pianist didn't care. The music beat inside him like a frantic heart, the notes poured out of him like blood. The entire keyboard reeked with his gore now, the delicate ivory of the keys had been stained a clotted red, and a thin rivulet of blood had crept down the leg of the piano like crimson ivy, and was starting to snake its way across the floor of the arena. And still he played. Now that the crowd had been subdued into perfect silence, the fury of his playing filled the stadium, the notes echoing and resounding among walls of ancient stone, like a vengeance that knows no compromise. As the pianist played, a terrible premonition gripped the listeners. As though a veil had been pulled back and they could see the withering away of empires, the inevitable erosion, not only of their own bodies, but of all the things they held sacred – their palaces and temples, their monuments and stadia – all crumbling away into dust as the unstoppable force of that music dashed against them. Gripped by panic, feeling his throne crumble away from under him, the Emperor gave the signal for the tigers to be released, for the pianist to be silenced. But the tigers would not attack the pianist. They circled him warily, their whiskers bristling with the anger that radiated out from the piano in sharp, radiant lines.
It was only when the pianist stopped and fell limply of his stool that they regained their courage, approached the body lying in the dust with angry growls. But by then it was too late. The pianist was dead. And the seeds of passion that would ultimately bring down the empire had been sown deep in the stone of the listening walls.
November 24, 2005
Hoover my God to thee
Have you ever noticed how much like confession vacuuming is? You sit around, letting the tiny sins of dust collect on the carpet of your soul, and then one day you haul out the heavy equipment and get rid of them all in one roaring go. Fifteen minutes and your soul is as good as new. Of course, if you happen to do something really bad – like break a glass or spill coffee grounds all over the place, then you need to fix it right away, but for any sins less mortal you can get by with the occassional vacuuming. If you're the pious type you'll vacuum every week whether it looks like you need to or not – it'll be a kind of ritual. If you're like me then you'll wait until there's a real risk of someone coming along and declaring your room a health hazard, and then get the old Hoover out.
Of course, the thing with this is that you never know when people (like Death, for instance) may come to visit. If you're lucky, they'll show up right after you've finished vacuuming, so you'll be able to bask in the heaven of their appreciation, and pretend that you're one awesomely neat person. More than likely though, they'll show up unexpectedly just when you've been putting off cleaning up for a while, and then you'll stand around all embarassed, wishing you'd got to the task sooner.
Every time you finish vacuuming and look with pride at your scrupulously clean carpet, you think – this time I'm going to keep it this way. You promise yourself that you'll leap after every stray crumb, every piece of thread. You figure if you could just catch these things when they fall you wouldn't need to do all this cleaning afterwards. It never happens though – a couple of days later you'll be tired, you'll slack off, before you know it your room will be a mess and it'll be time to take out the vacuum again. The best thing you can do, in fact, is not even try, just go ahead and sin all you like and just make sure you clean up regularly.
Not, of course, that there aren't people whose floors aren't always spotlessly clean. These are the kind of irritating, saintly people who'll put in white carpets and then fuss over a 1 mm piece of lint that they discover lying in one corner. I have a lot of respect for these people, but on a personal basis I find them insufferable. That's why I don't even consider going to their house, even when they invite you.
And God? God is the one absolutely clean carpet lying in an abandoned room that no one is allowed to walk on. The one you need to take your shoes off even to come near. The one that nobody can really live with.
November 23, 2005
Oh, and all the fish
Seeing as it's Thanksgiving tomorrow (and given my passion for making lists in general) I figured I'd be all traditional and do the soppy 'things I'm thankful for' post. So here's my list (are supposed to check it twice even if it's not Christmas?) of the 20 things I'm most grateful for in my life (in no particular order):
1. Doppios
2. High speed Internet
3. My parents [1]
4. Happy Hours (read: $1 pints and 50% off on all shots)
5. Msrs. Neruda, Auden, Plath, Eliot, Walcott and Faiz
6. Mozart
7. The Far Side
8. The New Yorker
9. Janus Films (aka the Criterion Collection)
10. My iPod
11. The Philadelphia Orchestra
12. A 30% decline in my cholesterol levels over the last year (despite # 4 and # 15)
13. Being able to come home to an empty house
14. Central Heating
15. Dark Chocolate
16. Free shipping on Amazon
17. Whitman
18. "All things counter, original, spare, strange; / Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) / With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim"
19. Free talktime after 9 pm on weekdays (and all day on weekends)
20 Blogspot.
[1] My mom wrote in in response to yesterday's post saying how she agreed with me and was glad to know that sex wasn't beneath my dignity, but complaining about how my post would give people the impression that my parents are uncool! If that doesn't drive home the point by itself, let me say for the record that I have the coolest parents. Ever. So there.
November 22, 2005
What's marriage got to do with it?
I'm against pre-marital sex.
Not that I have anything against sex per se [1]. It's the pre-marital bit that I have trouble with. It's such a ridiculous and reductive notion – this idea that it's okay to have sex if and only if there's a marriage somewhere in the offing. It's a classic bait and switch deal – first celebrating sex out of proportion, then adding a sting to its tail. You know how HP sells you its printers at throwaway prices and then makes money on the ink? It's the same kind of thing.
Okay, look, let's put aside for a minute the whole debate about whether marriage is desirable at all. Let's ignore the problem of how this pre-marital business is to be contracted for, or what may constitute a breach of that agreement (is it okay to have sex with someone who you're going to marry as long as they die before you marry them?). Let's not even think about going into what exactly constitutes a sex act and why, but for a neolithic preoccupation with virginity, penetration matters.
The thing I have trouble with is why the two events – sex and marriage – should be conditional on each other in any way. That's not sexual liberation, it's a more insidious servitude. At least with the old chastity argument you had the implicit sense that sex wasn't something worth getting hot and bothered about. The pre-marital sex argument merely emphasises the notion of sex as something monstrous and sinful, a vicious dog that must be kept firmly on a chain, except now it's important enough to get married over [2]. People who don't have the courage to accept sex for its own sake may as well not have it; and those of us who see it as little more than a source of harmless pleasure don't need to be scaffolded to some defunct institution in order to enjoy it.
Understand that I'm not making a case for that most terrible of catch phrases – casual sex. I'd be the first to agree that choosing a sexual partner is an act of meditation and discernment, if only because sex without trust or intimacy strikes me as being a dubious pleasure. I'm simply saying that the choice of sexual partner and the choice of spouse are fundamentally different decisions and require both distinct criteria and different cut-offs on the criteria that are common. Take financial prudence, for example – do I really need someone I'm having sex with to have a good credit history? Or be someone I'm willing to share a joint checking account with? Yet surely these are things I would look for in a spouse. Why then should the choice of one be related to the other? It's like saying you need to have a degree in accounting before you can drink at a bar.
The problem, I think, is primarily semantic. The trouble is that in the dichotomous black-and-white world of the moral police, there are only two categories – sex within the confines of marriage, and promiscuity. This is like saying that anyone who doesn't own a Merc is a pedestrian. The fact is that it is possible to have sexual relationships that are not linked to marriage but that are otherwise far from casual. Let's call such relationships 'passionate sex' (okay, okay, so that's a loaded term, but it's a hell of a lot better than calling it formal sex – as opposed to casual; besides, it's about time someone did a little marketing for the other side). Passionate sex is sex with emotional involvement but without the tyranny of social definitions. It may or may not be exclusive (yes, MR, I knew you were going to bring that up) in the short run, but it rejects both a commitment to longer term exclusivity and the ignominy of random selection. Understand that I'm not saying this is a new idea that someone should try – I think, correction, I know, that Passionate Sex is a reality of the world we live in. It's just that we don't have the right word for it.
Bottomline: The point about the whole pre-marital sex discussion is that the real issue is not sex, it's marriage. If the advocates of pre-marital sex seem locked in an irreconcilable battle with those who aver a stricter 'moral' code, it's only because they're the only two groups still backward enough to think sex is an issue. It's like watching two schoolboys fight during detention – the rest of us have already left the building.
[1] Mom, Dad, if you're reading this, just keep repeating to yourself that stuff about this blog being mostly fiction.
[2] I seriously worry that there are people out there whose entire will to get married is born out of sexual frustration. It would explain so much.
November 21, 2005
A spilt life
When the money for the canvasses ran out, he started to paint on the curtains, and when he was done with those, on the windows themselves, hoping to catch the sunlight that way. "I must have the only house in the Universe where you've got to look into the windows to see the view instead of out of them", he told me. "You know that nude I painted on the bathroom window? Man, you should see the number of peeping toms I get".
When the windows gave out as well, he started on the wall-paper, tearing great swathes of it off the wall and painting on the back, the glue making his colours stickier. He was painting in strips now, painting the kind of torn beauty that the world is really made up of, hoping he'd be able to put it all together one day, stick it back up with the wallpaper reversed so that the walls would bleed with his colours. ("You know how people are always turning their pockets inside out to look for something they think they have on them but can't seem to lay their hands on. Well, that's what I've done with my house.")
When the money spring (as he put it) finally ran dry, he sold off all his music, keeping only that one Charlie Parker record he'd never got around to painting. ("You got to hear the blue on this one, you just got to. There hasn't been a blue like this in the world since Tintoretto. Honest"). Even so, it was a choice between buying food and buying paint. He went and bought ten huge cans of paint, saying, "There's more than enough food in the world, but there sure isn't enough colour. Don't you worry about it, I'll manage."
How he managed was this: every morning he would wake up at three in the morning ("Not wake up – I don't have the strength for that anymore – more like fall awake") and go wandering about the city, stealing a bottle of milk from some passing doorway to slake his hunger. He was careful not to steal from the same house twice, though, not because he was afraid of getting caught but because he really didn't want to do anyone harm and figured losing one bottle of milk in their lives wasn't going to hurt anyone. As the months passed, this meant he had to go further and further to get the nourishment he needed, returning home exhausted from having walked too far. The evenings were better though. There was a bakery around the corner who agreed to let him have a loaf of left-over bread every night as long as he'd come in once a week and draw a new background for the 'specials of the day' board. So he did. With nothing but three pieces of coloured chalk to work with, he turned out glorious, golden paintings of melting butter and soft, rising bread and coffee blacker than a moonless night. People told him he was wasting his talent, to which he replied, perfectly serious, "No, actually, it's wasting me."
And wasted he certainly was. As the days passed, the pounds fell off him like leaves from autumn trees. His face had the hollow look of eroded stone, his eyes were dark and bloody wells. And still the paintings flowed out of him. By this point, he'd covered practically every surface in the house, even painting on the pages of the Telephone Directory, even painting on toilet paper ("Now I've really got paint running out of my ass!") He tried painting on bread once, but it soaked up too much of the colour and the image got soggy and crumbled away, so he didn't try that again. Then one day he stared at himself in the mirror, seeing his withered body, the skin stretched tight across his gaunt frame, and it made him think of a canvas so he started painting on himself ("Now that's what I call a self-portrait"), using a mirror he borrowed from a neighbour (his own was covered with a portrait of Narcissus) to paint his back when the front was all used up. "I used to tell people that when they saw my paintings they saw my true, my naked self. Now that's literally true!"
And still the images wouldn't stop coming. He painted on the undersides of dustbin lids, he went to fairs and painted on the faces of children. His system of stealing milk bottles no longer worked because he would absent-mindedly end up painting on the doors he stole from, so that his trembling images told them at once who had taken their milk. He didn't care. He wasn't really interested in the milk anymore, he only wanted the bottles so he could paint on the insides of them and then drop them from a height to see how colour shatters, how beauty is destroyed. When the few friends he still had came to check on him, they would find him lying stark naked in the centre of the room, drunk on colour. "Beauty, real beauty is the stuff I imbibe", he told them, "all this other junk is just the vomit that comes out afterwards". Then he started to attack them with paintbrushes, hoping to paint on them as well, and they stopped coming altogether.
Slowly the conviction that the world was just something he'd painted grew on him. Stuck all day in his tiny garret of a room, its walls and floor and surfaces all painted over more times than he could remember, he felt as though he himself were a figure in his own paintings, without the strength to get out. For the first time in his life he experienced the pride of the imagined in its own creation, felt how desperately the image needed to be perfect because the visible is all it had, all it could ever be. What you see is what you get.
When the paint finally ran out he cried for three straight days, using his tears to dilute the blotches of paint in the room to go on painting with. By the end of it though his eyes were giving way and he knew he couldn't go on. It occured to him then, that there was one surface that he still hadn't painted on, one last canvas left untouched. The inside of his skin. Slowly, deliberately, he imagined the painting he would make on that canvas. For two nights and a day he sat rapt in meditation, picturing it to himself, sketching it out with the paintbrush of the mind, with the colours of memory. Then, when he was sure he had it, when that last, perfect painting was done and he could feel the colour humming in his veins, he climbed up to the top of the roof and threw himself open on the street, sharing himself and his work with the city the way he'd always wanted to, the way he'd never dared. As the paint spilled out of his broken body, it seemed as though the flow of it would never stop, as though the great spreading pool of his colours would engulf the city, dye it with his images. In that moment he saw, for the first and only time, his vision realised.
Two months later, his paintings had all been sold off to private collectors, to hang safely in their sterile homes. The landlord had auctioned off the rest of his personal effects and used the money to hire a professional housekeeping service that scrubbed the floors clean and put up new wallpaper. All that was left of the fever of his life was a slight stain of red, hardly noticeable, on a anonymous sidewalk in a little known corner of the city.
"They tell me it's no use crying over spilt paint", he used to say. "But what else is there to cry about?".


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Episode 50 of the DreamPod is here and regular hosts Tom, Aaron and Mike are joined by the Junkyard's newest contributor Damon. As the DreamPod reaches its 50th outing, the news shows no sign of slowing down, and this episode reflects that. Topics covered include the newly announced Dreamcast emulator for Xbox One, the latest indie game from Orion in Escape 2042, the recent discovery of Deer Avenger, SLaVE and Xenocider being demonstrated on actual Dreamcast hardware, and the revival of the Seaman franchise. Elsewhere, Mike explains why ordering people about on a virtual reality Star Trek bridge is all the rage amongst the youngsters these days, and and Aaron gets all misty eyed about his Crazy Taxi remote controlled car. We hope you enjoy episode 50 of the DreamPod!


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He was INSTANTLY on board!! Can you believe it?? He is always indulging my whims,
but I know he secretly
So we got started and we both
how it turned out!
I had fun filling the little pockets/shelves with lotions , Christmas decor etc. Think of the
decorating possibilities. Unlimited!
I thought my little white twig tree was perfect for this spot.
This mirror is old with some patina and a little cloudy, but I love it.
We picked out the perfect faucet for the sink. Whoever sees this almost always says,
"Does the sink really work"...ha! YES, it does!
I used an old feed-sack to hang in front of the shelves at the bottom.
{After all I had to hide the plumbing. :) }
Then it morphed into this potting bench above and now into my vanity.
Somehow I see a new potting bench in the works next summer. SMILE.
I will have to hit those garage sales again and see what I can find to start our project!
Yep...loving my new/old vanity!
Some of these photos are out of order , but oh well.
My dear friends... always remember that
no matter what is happening in our lives
that is one thing we can be sure of...Life is a beautiful thing!


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Stocks shot up in early trading Tuesday after European markets rallied and corporate bellwether Alcoa predicted stronger demand in 2012.
European markets soared after Fitch Ratings said it will not downgrade France's debt this year. A downgrade for France could scuttle the region's financial rescue efforts. A European bailout fund depends on the sterling credit ratings of France and Germany to borrow at cheap rates. Benchmark indexes in France and Germany gained more than 2 percent.
Alcoa's fourth-quarter revenue exceeded analysts' expectations, raising traders' hopes for strong earnings announcements in the coming weeks. CEO Klaus Kleinfeld predicted late Monday that global aluminum demand will increase 7 percent in 2012. Alcoa's quarterly report marks the unofficial start of U.S. corporate earnings season.
The Dow Jones industrial average rose 107 points, or 0.9 percent, to 12,500 as of 10:10 a.m. Eastern time. The Standard & Poor's 500 index added 15, or 1.2 percent, to 1,295. The Nasdaq composite index gained 34, or 1.3 percent, to 2,710.
The gains were spread across all 10 industry groups in the S&P 500. All but three of the 30 stocks in the Dow increased.
Tiffany & Co. plunged 11 percent, the most in the S&P 500 index. The jewelry retailer cut its forecast for full-year profit and said sales growth weakened in the U.S. and Europe during the holiday season.
The U.S. economy appeared to strengthen in recent weeks. A series of positive reports on hiring, manufacturing and consumer sentiment eased fears that Europe will drag the U.S. into another recession.
Traders hope the brighter outlook will boost corporate earnings results, which are due to be announced over the next few weeks. As the job market improves and consumers grow more willing to spend, companies might enjoy stronger consumer demand. Household spending is a crucial motor of economic growth.
Dutch electronics giant Royal Philips Electronics NV kicked off corporate Europe's earnings season by warning that its fourth-quarter profit was worse than expected due to a weak European market.
Asian markets closed modestly higher thanks to improving economic data out of the U.S. The optimism was tempered by news that China's import growth decelerated sharply in December. It was the latest signal that the world's second-largest economy is cooling off.
Among companies making big moves:
— Cirrus Logic Inc., which makes audio chips, jumped 14 percent. The company said it expects to report a 28 percent gain in revenue for the final three months of the year, well above its previous forecast and analysts' expectations.
— Emulex Corp. jumped 7 percent after raising its quarterly earnings forecast. The data-storage and networking company said it had recovered more quickly than expected from supply problems related to massive flooding in Thailand.
— WebMD Health Corp. plunged 30 percent. The healthcare information website said it has given up looking for a buyer, its CEO Wayne T. Gattinella has resigned, and it expects earnings to drop this year. WebMD provides health and benefits information to employees at 121 companies and health plans.
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Day 7 of my seemingly Impossible Challenge. I didn't think I could do it, but I've managed to write a post a day for a whole week.
However, this following week will be exceedingly busy. Not only do I work 50 hour weeks, but I am also helping out with my school's play. I'm in charge of the tech and stage crew. And we have 2 rehearsals and 2 performances Monday-Thursday. I will have very little time to write on my blog.
So to honor all of my promises, I've come up with a plan to full-fill all my commitments. I will be posting poems that I've written lately. I can't promise they'll be the greatest poetry that you've ever read, but I'm proud of them.
Without further ado, here is my first poem:
–Amy Engle
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IT IS good news that Prince William is set to stay on in North Wales for a further three years carrying out search and rescue operations once his training at RAF Valley is complete.
He is, after all, likely to become Prince of Wales and, one day, our future King.
There is nothing like living in a place to get a proper understanding of it, what makes local people tick, and what matters to them. Prince William will be left with an indelible memory of his time on Anglesey and hopefully an abiding fondness for the island, and Wales as a whole.
Fingers cross that the numbers of silly people who get stranded up mountains won't soar even higher, simply because they hope to be saved by an airborne prince!


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XOLO One gets Android 5.0 Lollipop Update
New Delhi, January 19, 2015 – XOLO, a premium Indian smart devices brand, has rolled out Android 5.0 Lollipop update on the XOLO One devices.
XOLO had promised the Lollipop update when XOLO One was launched in October 2014, and the team has delivered on the promise of providing the latest Android 5.0 Lollipop way ahead of other players.
A superior smartphone experience is more than just the hardware
specifications. For an uncompromising user experience, the software must continually evolve to best serve users' changing needs. XOLO has always been proactive with consistent software updates and having a dedicated engineering team at Bangalore has proved to be an advantage for the company.
Priced at Rs. 6,599 only, XOLO One targets smartphone freaks including the first time smartphone users who look for value offerings without compromising on the overall experience.
With the Android v5.0 Lollipop update, users can enjoy more coherent and organized user experience. This latest Android Lollipop OS delivers a host of improvements including a new Material Design language, which gives a whole new colorful look and feel to the device – from fluid animations to added themes, colors and widgets. Notifications are also improved as users can set the priority and privacy of notifications for each application.
Users can view important notifications directly on the lock screen.
Moreover, shortcut keys for camera and dialer can now be directly accessed from the lock screen. Quick Settings also gets a revamp and offers handy controls like flashlight, hotspot, screen rotation and cast screen controls. The Battery setting gets a boost and shows an estimated projection for how much time is left while discharging or charging.
The update has been rolled out via OTA (over-the-air) and it can also be manually downloaded from the official XOLO support site.
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'Nature: Spy In the Wild': TV Review
A five-part 'Nature' documentary puts animatronic spy animals with cameras into the wild and comes up with an eye-opening slice of television.
Were I to tell you that PBS' Nature series had a pretty incredible five-part miniseries worth recording, you might not even think about reading it if, say, you were more interested in reviews of and news about Westworld or Legion (as I normally am).
But what if I told you that this particular review right here is really about animal spies — animatronic animal spies, to be precise — and will touch on thievery, kidnapping, meme culture and the uncomfortable weirdness of tortoise rape? What then? With the caveat, of course, that whatever uncomfortable animal behavior there is — and if you've watched even one animal documentary, you know it's a cruel world out there — this particular Nature series leavens that with, to be honest, an overabundance of cuteness?
Of course you'd read that!
Starting Wednesday and running weekly for a month (with limited online viewing of full episodes as well), PBS' Nature presents its most ambitious and probably audacious effort in the long and glorious history of the famed series.
Spy in the Wild uses more than 30 animatronic spies to get up close and personal in the animal kingdom and does a very convincing job of it in the process. Not only does it pass the critical "Hey, that looks pretty lifelike" test as you stare at one of these things with cameras for eyes, but for the most part the animals being mimicked feel the same.
Up to and including some rather uncomfortable footage of an animatronic tortoise being taken advantage of in such a way that I had to look up previous nature/animal reviews of mine through the years that touched on animal cruelty and ask myself, "Is there such a thing as tortoise rape and why did I volunteer to write about these wild animals again?"
But the effort is worth it. (Well, let's not kid ourselves — if you're primarily a scripted person like I am, there's a combination of comedies and dramas totaling about 500 shows out there to choose from and diving into them you won't be brokenhearted over rejected male penguins who show up late to build a nest, have their pebbles stolen by macho penguin jerks, lose their pregnant significant others because of it and then get the crap beaten out of them for good measure. So, if you can't handle that, go watch The Young Pope instead.)
Perhaps that's the long-winded way of saying that Spy In the Wild is both completely amazing and disturbing — but always fascinating.
For starters, you get Spy Wild Dog Pup! He looks like an animatronic dog you'd find in a store. He's cute. But then you find out the other pups, if they don't buy the fact that he's one of them, "could rip him to pieces." Yeah, because it's nature. And it's a Nature documentary. That's how it works out in the real world.
Almost immediately you see why Spy In the Wild works and is an impressive leap for nature studies. All of these animatronic spies get access that even the best and longest-range cameras would not. Producer and director John Downer (Earthflight, Penguins: Spy in the Huddle) and his crew have done something impressive here, with 34 spy creatures, intricate ultra-high-definition eye cameras that shot roughly 8,000 hours of footage in 21 countries over three years. That's a big commitment and the goal was to find, among that footage, never-before-scene animal behavior that might change how we perceive different species. And Spy in the Wild did get that footage, along with a better understanding of what it's like to be up close to animals that don't let you get up close.
Among the "spy creatures," there are: Spy Croc Hatchling (and yeah, there's some gross stuff there because crocodiles are evil dinosaurs that never went extinct); Spy Tortoise (heavy sigh — and really, you should just look away during this part because tortoise sex is pretty disgusting and even more so when it's not consensual); Spy Egret (way cooler than you'd think); Spy Langur monkey (awesome); Spy Bushbaby (are you kidding?!); Spy Meerkat; Spy Adelie penguin; Spy Cobra; Spy Macaw; Spy Baby Hippo (yes, really); Spy Prairie Dog; and many more. Every time Nature introduces one, it's hard to not shout out, "Spy Chimp!" excitedly.
You'll find yourself agreeing that it's pretty smart to pair the Spy Egret and the Spy Tortoise on joint missions and then, as the various scenes pile up, you come to the realization that this collection of animatronic spies are really kind of a superhero movie played out on the savannah and the whole documentary becomes more interesting. And make no mistake, the narration refers to them as a collection of spies in the field, and when you hear that Spy Bush Baby is getting some much-needed back-up as "Spy Tortoise is also being deployed," you'll get excited at the pulse-pounding mission. It's like Ocean's 14 or something.
In all seriousness, some very revealing things are shown here, when it comes to behavior. And if you don't think it's hard to watch an animal documentary and worry about spoilers, well, it is.
As Spy In the Wild explains, some of the footage is "capturing emotions that have never really been observed." Without spoiling two big events that take place in the first hour, the narrator says one scene depicts "an unprecedented assembly never witnessed before" and somberly notes in another segment that "a quiet and contemplative mood descends on the colony" (hint: something very bad happens, and yes, you see it).
On the other hand, cuteness abounds. If you didn't know already, Wild Dogs (and yep, that's what they are called) are pretty adorable. An animatronic Wild Dog Pup makes sure you find that out. Langur monkeys are super fun to watch, especially the teenage babysitters (and yes, I know that sounds really pervy).
While there is some tricky editing at work in Spy in the Wild, much of what you see from the animatronic animals is very impressive and rare. And while it's also true that pretty much every single animal featured in the documentary seem at least a little dubious about the fake intruders, most fit right in after a while (and perhaps the highlight of the first hour is how the very smart chimps call bullshit on Spy Tortoise — those chimps are our cousins, remember — but instead of chucking Spy Tortoise into a tree, one of the chimps turns him into a toy pet and that, in turn, leads to other intriguing behavior).
Basically, you're not going to get your mind blown with Santa Clarita Diet the same way you are with Spy in the Wild, and that's a pretty good reason to watch this Nature special if you can.
Also, Spy Sloth!
Produced and directed by: John Downer
Premieres: Wednesday, 8 p.m. ET/PT (PBS)
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As I organize any place in my home or one of my client's homes, I emphasize a balance between function and beauty. The two work together to encourage peace and order. When a space looks good after you have it all organized, then you just get all those happy endorphins of visual satisfaction. And it is a positive cycle from there, because it is a lot more fun to keep up something that looks good!
When I was setting up an art station for my kids, I was on the lookout for just the right thing. Though I am not a parenting expert, I have plenty of opinions on the subject! I think that children should have as easy access to art supplies as they do to their other toys, and I think the best place for most art is at the kitchen table.
Why the kitchen? I want my children to create any time their hearts desire it, but I want them to do it in a place that is easy to clean up. I prefer the kitchen table, because I can sweep up their little messes easily since I'm already sweeping every day. Plus, it puts a deadline for how long the mess can stay out, since they need to clear the table every day before dinner. Since my children are still young, I only buy the washable versions of art supplies, which wipe up easily with a kitchen cloth.
What did I find? The art basket! I'm pretty sure this manufacturer did not have kids art supplies in mind when creating this stacked basket (it was filled with kitchen stuff in the store), but as soon as I saw it I knew just how I wanted to use it. I decided it would be a pretty way of keeping the kids' art supplies near the kitchen table.
The baskets ebb and flow with various art supplies that come into the house and then get used up. The standard contents are always easily visible in the top basket. The standard supplies are crayons, markers, colored pencils, pencils, pencil sharpeners, scissors, tape, glue sticks, envelopes, water colors, paintbrushes, and rulers.
The bottom baskets always have paper and stickers, but the other items change. Other contents sometimes include notebooks, activity books, cups for water coloring, etc. Note: I keep play-doh and beads in the game closet and they have to ask specific permission to get those things out (sometimes their timing is right before bed or dinner, when I don't want the all that stuff dragged out). There is no permission needed for these other art supplies. All art supplies in this basket are for use only in the kitchen! Though my kids know how to make pretty huge messes with the art stuff, keeping it contained to the kitchen table helps us clean it up easily.
We've used this art basket since we moved in our new house (nearly 8 months now) and it has been awesome.
What do you think? How do you organize your kids art supplies and where do you keep them? I would love to set up an art station for your home! Email me and we can set up a time!
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Beating anxiety attacks and Klonopin
There is a wide range of the medicines available in the market by which you will be able to beat the anxiety attacks. There is no doubt for the many psychological disorders Klonopin is also used.
It is a benzodiazepine class of the drug. Anxiety attacks can occur due to several fearful situations in our life. In order to deal with them, effective medication is necessary only after taking the effective medication you will be able to eliminate serious risk to your life. But there are many other things that you should also keep in your mind.
Taking the right dose
You should know the fact that taking the right dose of the medicine like Klonopin is the most important. In case you are talking the high dose of the medicine, you will not be able to get the desired results and this will be making the situation even worse.
You may start experiencing panic attacks more often. Thus you should only take the right amount of the medicine in order to get the perfect results. Only take this medicine on the prescription of your doctor and not without out. You should also inform him about your medical history and other incidents like when you were using the drugs.
Drug interactions
There are many types of the drugs which are not suitable with the Klonopin medicine. You should make sure that you are not mixing up more than one medicine at a time. This can invite several health issues for you and you may end up nowhere. The doctors have years of experience and specialized study. You should tell them that you are already using a particular medication to stay safe and healthy.
Chances to get addicted
There are some particular situations when you are highly running on the chances of them getting addicted when you are using the Klonopin. In case you have the previous history of substance abuse, depression, anxiety disorder or any other mental illness, you should avoid it.
Change in the lifestyle
The most important and permanent treatment of the anxiety, depression and other mental problem is making the right changes in your present lifestyle. By doing this you will be making yourself open for many people who available there to help you all the time. This will be reducing the stress and fear from your life and you will be able to survive without medications.


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Summer is for salads, I feel, because slow cooking roasts in the oven for hours doesn't make me a happy girl.
|Broc, cauliflower, bacon, hardboiled egg with a cheesy dressing
|Simple cucumber and tomatoes with some herbs and a bit of vinegar and oil. I live on this stuff.
|Black cracked pepper Triscuits are a bit of an obsession lately, with a tuna salad that's got a bit of whatever's in the fridge. Pictured here with green onion, corn, carrots, red pepper, and tomato.
|Them tomatoes had no chance.
|Some corn I roasted from them. I thought the yellow looked like jewels or something.
|Grills them right in front of you and you can get it with sautéed onions and hot sauce. I dream about these all year long.
|Buffalo burgers. EVERYONE MUST EAT THESE.
|Families were braiding each other's hair, helping each other with their regalia. It was awesome to see.
|Little bear clan warrior.
Notice the children hanging around the drums. They have an open policy where children are always invited and encouraged to sit around their drumming circle, they're very superstitious about that drum. Special treatment, the way they talk about it, people cannot under any circumstance touch that drum or the beating sticks. But children are the exception. Its actually considered good energy for an innocent child to touch a drum in wonderment.
Tried out these muffin egg things. Onion red pepper for Jeff, zucchini, carrot, red pepper, and some other stuff I cant quite recall in mine. Result, we hated them. Theyre good on the spot, but cold and/or reheated egg? Yuck.
Plus they left an awful mess to clean, even though I very carefully greased every individual cup. Unpleasant.
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Travelling with an eight-and-a-half-month-old is very different to travelling with a five-month-old. For a start, Elijah decided that planes are not for sleeping. He fed on take off, but then preferred to look around and play musical parents than settle down for a nap. Then on the descent, he refused to feed altogether. I was concerned about the pressure on his ears, but there were no complaints from the boy at all. In fact, as we came in for the landing and things got super-loud, he looked out the window and jumped up and down on my lap, as if to say, "Again! Again!". Maybe a career as a pilot looms? He's definitely an adrenalin junkie.
Of course, this meant that he was totally hyped up by the time we got to Elijah's Nan and Pop's house and didn't go to bed until very late.
There is an art to transporting huge amounts of luggage when you have a baby. The first rule is don't put the baby in the pram. Why use up all that space, plus two hands to push the pram, when it would be better put to use transporting two pieces of luggage (one in the seat, one balanced on the foot rest) and the baby car seat (upside down on top of the hood)? Elijah was carried in the sling, I wore him and his backpack of essentials and pushed the pram and his Daddy wore our carry-on on his back and hauled the other two suitcases behind him. We got some strange looks, but at least we did it all without needing a luggage trolley.
However, in Brisbane, we discovered, to our anger and dismay, that one of the wheels on our pram was busted in transit. It's not as if it was flimsy either: it's a solid aluminium spoke that had been cracked. Here's a photo:
You can see the crack in the spoke, right near the hub, that rendered the wheel unstable and unsafe. What did the baggage handlers do? Drop it out of the plane before it landed? I was prepared to get on my high horse when I called the Virgin customer care number, but luckily for them, they were very concerned about the whole situation and told me that we'd most likely be reimbursed for repair or replacement. When they called us back, this was confirmed. All we needed was a quote and they would transfer the money.
So at least the staff were prompt and courteous when fixing the incompetence of the baggage handlers, and we were reassured that both airports would be informed of the damage caused so that more care would be taken in future.
Happily, there were no real problems (apart from a smashed present that was securely packed, but probably wasn't appropriate for this form of transport anyway) on the way back home.
Bugalugs was even more excited about flying on the return leg. While we were waiting on the tarmac, he was looking out the window at the other planes and the people walking around and started complaining because he wanted to go outside to have a closer look! Yet again, he fed on take-off and refused to settle for a nap. This time, however, he discovered that there were people behind us with whom he could flirt, as long as he climbed the ladder that is Mummy to look over the top of the seats. There was also a fascinating pocket in the back of the seat in front, which was fun to pull and hold while jumping on the floor of the plane. It also had menus that could be pulled out. Hours of entertainment! We drew the line at his ambitions to crawl up and down the aisle of the plane.
As we started the descent, I offered him a feed and he accepted. Elijah remained true to form and promptly fell asleep five minutes before arriving at a destination, irrespective of how long the actual journey was. Instead of rushing to collect our overhead luggage and impatiently waiting in the aisle for the doors to open like 95% of all airline passengers, we stayed on the plane for as long as we could after landing, to prolong the nap. It had been such an exhausting three weeks and if we have learned one thing over that period of time, it is take your rest where you can find it.


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Saturday, 17 December 2011
That's not real publishing (Part 5)
I have a sense of isolation...
There's an air of anticipation whenever an author I know gets a publishing deal. There's the waiting, and the building of tension as the author goes through the process of editing and re-editing. Tales are regaled of how "My editor told me to kill off the main character's wife so we could ramp-up the emotional dynamic." A bit severe for a cookery book ...
Ultimately, there is launch day.
I've witnessed several book launches and they all have something in common: friends, family and associates turn up at a bookshop or other chosen venue. The author and his/her publisher proudly look around at the assembled masses, chat politely, and in turn they buy copies if the book. Some buy multiple copies for friends and families. The author signs as many as possible and, having long since lost the ability to handwrite through years of computer use, suffers severe finger cramps.
The attendees are under a duty to buy: they have been personally invited - or even bullied - and will feel that they haven't fulfilled their obligation if they don't get at least one copy. If they have left their wallet/purse/credit card/roubles at home, there is always a promise that they will buy it soon. These defaulters (also called 'marked men') know that now they are now committed and that they must get a copy at the earliest opportunity after the launch so that they can track the author down and wave the book at him/her to get it signed.
Family members who can't attend also feel an obligation to buy, but they can bide their time a little. Just as long as they have their copy before the family's very own version of Charles Dickens pops in for that Christmas glass of port and to check that THE BOOK adorns the bookshelf. Canny family members will leave the pristine copy on the telephone table in the front hallway so that the visiting Dickens can see it immediately he/she arrives.
If the author happens to be a member of a writers' circle or group, other members will attend the launch and buy the book. Or they buy it afterwards and produce it at a meeting for all to see that they, too, support those lucky enough to beat the slush piles of agents and/or publishers.
The more people the author knows and who attend the launch party or local signings, the more sales he/she will have in the first few weeks, and it makes for a warm and cuddly feeling to know that so many people are supporting the writer.
The cover price is irrelevant to all of this: if the book comes out in hardback at £18 - £25, attendees may be less inclined to purchase multiple copies, but as the royalties on hardbacks are that much higher than on paperbacks, it's not too much of an issue for the author.
So, the author has a ready pool of purchasers who will pass on the word to other people, and some of this initial pool will be kind enough to post reviews on Amazon and such places. I have posted reviews in similar circumstances.
This is how traditionally published authors often make their first multiple sales.
Or you can self-publish the work as an e-book and not have any of that visible support.
Publishing straight to e-book format is, in theory, a good idea. An author can get the book into worldwide circulation very quickly and because he/she is fully in control, the price can be set low enough to encourage people to buy it. The author can make a similar royalty on an e-book priced at or around £2.99 as he can on a hardback book going for about £18! E-book sales are rapidly increasing while paper book sales are declining – particularly in the USA. What's not to love about e-book publishing?
But who is going to buy it?
Hold up your hand and count. How many people do you know that own a proprietary e-reading device such as Kindle, Kobo, Sony reader or, in the USA, a Nook? How many people do you know that own an iPad, iPhone or iPod Touch (or an Android smart phone or tablet) and actually read books on it?
I am a member of a writers' circle with a regular membership of between 40 and 50 people. Many of these people have heard and/or read extracts of Pike's Quest and have offered help and support in the writing process – pointing out which bits weren't funny, which bits worked well, etc. I am extremely grateful for this. Without the help and support of Verulam Writers' Circle I would not have achieved a high enough standard to release Pike as any kind of book. But here's the rub: I am aware of only two VWC members who have bought Pike's Quest. There may be more (I hope so), but they are not making themselves known. They can't get my signature on the e-book, and they know I know that. And there's always that lingering issue about whether or not this is real publishing. [EDIT - 31 May 2012 - see http://www.kjbennett.co.uk/#Virtual re Kindlegraphs.]
I know of only one family member who has bought it, and one who is getting an e-reader very shortly and has promised to buy it.
The reason for such a lack of buying is simple – not many people I know possess an e-reader, and no one has been placed under the unspoken obligation to purchase at one of those wonderful launch parties. Would it be different in the USA, where e-readers are more popular than in the UK? I simply don't know.
Of course, there are many ways to read an e-book, some less attractive than others. Let's see:
· Proprietary devices
· iAnything devices
· Android devices
· Apps for PC and Mac.
· Apps for other smart phones – e.g. BlackBerry
My favourite is the Kindle: the Kindle e-ink screens are marvellous works of beauty. The text almost leaps out of the page.
I've looked at Kobos many times and I find the screen lacks clarity and everything seems to display with double line spaces between paragraphs, reducing the amount of text on display. I also find the touch screen version to have less clarity than the non touch version. The controls on the non-touch version are to my mind, clunky.
I haven't tried an Android reader yet, so I can't comment. I did load the Kobo App onto my BlackBerry, but it's a Curve with a screen that is far too small for me to read an entire novel.
I'm not sure of the reading apps for Mac, but my daughter has an iPod Touch. She downloaded the fee iBook App and I placed Pike's Quest on there for her. I never thought I would say this, but it looks bloody fantastic, especially when set to sepia. She read the book on it over the course of two days. If you own an iPhone, iPod of iPad and haven't yet discovered iBooks, you are missing a real treat. Get the App, load a free classic (Jane Austen will do) and see how good it looks. Once you're convinced, pop along to the iTunes store and pay your 99 cents or 99 pence and getPike's Quest. You're only risking a small amount of money, a very small amount.
Finally, the reading apps for PC.
Before I had access to Pike on a Kindle, I used the Kindle app on my laptop. It's Ok, but not as OK as an iDevice, nor as OK as a proprietary reading device, but it's not bad at all. Having said that, I wouldn't relish reading a library of books on a laptop, and even less so in a desktop PC. But, would I part with the princely sum of 99 cents or 86 pence to download the Kindle version of a book written by a fellow author and member/family member to show my support?
For that price? Hell yes. And I would read it.
To end this series on a slightly higher note: I have received several 5 star reviews for Pike on Amazon (UK & US) and e-mails of support from total strangers. Sales so far are slow, and it's an uphill struggle, especially without the support I described at the start of this piece. But I'm in this for the long haul.
What do I want to get out of this?
Primarily sales of the e-book ... lots of sales, but I want more. I want an agent, I want a publisher and I want Pike in his rightful place - in bookshops, libraries and online stockpiles. Printed. On paper.
Yes, I want to be Geppetto: I want Pike's Quest to be a 'real' book!
Pike's Quest
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A great conclusion to the series. I think what you've highlighted well in these series is that there is no right or wrong way to get published, what's right depends on the story.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Stephanie. The feedback is appreciated. Whether or not I made the right decision remains to be seen.ReplyDelete
It would certainly be nice to have higher sales figures to help me decide!
I'm practically giving it away at the moment in the hope that word of mouth takes over.
Oh, and it's also available via WHSmith for Kobo readers at the very silly price of 72 pence in the UK.ReplyDelete
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its the same thing as the htc touch cruise except its 3g adn channel
this rview is fake !
it,s polaris platform (HTC touch cruise) with cpu400 mhz not 512mhz !
Zobi, 19 Dec 2008ehhh me too. Who wants QVGA in 2009? wake up 02i want
i agree it looks same as obit 2 all they have done is updated from msm7200 chip to msm7225 chip and ram 256 rom 512 so theres not much diffent in them my xda orbit 2 has same front as guide so ill wait till something better comes along..
I really like the design, but yeah its has average features... not even a flash for the camera!!!
Anonymous, 18 Dec 2008ehhh its average, i wouldn't want itehhh me too. Who wants QVGA in 2009? wake up 02
Who cares?! It's a smartphone, it serves a purpose. People who use them swear by them, and when they upgrade always look for devices to upgrade to. I don't see a problem with it quite frankly. It's aimed at the navigation side of things, and as long as it does that and it does it well, o2's job is done. Oh and not forgetting it's primary purpose, it makes calls and sends texts, it doesn't need to do any more, but it does!
Thatsme, 18 Dec 2008Is it just me, or does everybody agrees that this is an awwfull phone? Just like all other O2 ... moredon't worry, it's just you. O2 won't contunue producing phones if it is awful for the consumer.
Is it just me, or does everybody agrees that this is an awwfull phone? Just like all other O2 phones?..


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On September 27th. 2017 the Keep Ontario Working Coalition released CANCEA's final economic impact analysis on Bill 148 and also published a report showcasing testimonials from employers on how they will be impacted by the legislation. Looking at both reports, while the Government is correct to say that there will be a stimulus from Bill 148, it will hardly cover the $23 billion cost challenge to business in the first two years – a substantial amount that poses great risk to our economy and cannot be resolved through offsets alone. We recommend the government slow down implementation of Bill 148, conduct their own economic analysis and make appropriate amendments to avoid unintended consequences on Ontario's most vulnerable.
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Hi I'm Susan, sometimes known as Sudy and this is my blog, it includes everything from poems, short stories and information on my love of crystals and crystal healing.
After starting to write 'about Sue' I've come to realise that I'm completely stumped as to what to put on here!
I'm not entirely sure which part about me will interest anyone or if any part will at all. I promise to revisit this page later, that is when I can figure out what to write about myself that will completely captivate you so that you will walk away saying "wow".
What I do know is that my love of crystals and crystal healing has opened a door for me, learning about natures gems and their healing properties has brought to me a whole new outlook on living my life, believing in me and all the possibilities that I can create for my future.
Life is an adventure and the hardest part is stepping into the unknown and trusting enough in yourself to get there.
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1963 ASCE Salary Survey: Report of the Committee on Employment Conditions, Department of Conditions of Practice, ASCEby
Committee on Employment Conditions of the Department of Conditions of Practice, ASCE
Serial Information: Journal of the Professional Practice, 1964, Vol. 90, Issue 2, Pg. 31-60
Document Type: Journal Paper
The salaries paid to civil engineers in the last quarter of 1963 are 5.6% higher than those reported in the 1961 salary survey. The accompanying figures and tables illustrate the salaries and percentage increases for the five major employment categories in the civil engineering profession. Geographical comparisons are made for the three preprofessional and nine professional grades in the ASCE system of classification of civil engineering positions.
Subject Headings: Employee compensation and benefits | Surveys (non-geomatic) | Engineering profession | Comparative studies | Systems engineering
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