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Alexandria was once Egypt's city of outsiders—a center of Hellenic culture that became a Christian capital second only to Rome and the home of a large and thriving Jewish community. It was an outsider, Lawrence Durrell, who wrote the great saga of the city, "The Alexandria Quartet," one of whose main characters comes there to escape the dull "toothache of English life." Durrell explored the "tenebrous peninsula shaped like a plane-leaf"—its alleyways, its ruins, and its blend of people and creeds. But, by the time he was writing, in the late nineteen-fifties, this cosmopolitanism was already on the wane, and the Greek, Italian, and Jewish populations were leaving. Now, in the ongoing tumult of the Egyptian revolution, Alexandria is known as a center of religious conservatism. The city, the second-largest in Egypt, is a stronghold of Salafism, a strain of Islamic fundamentalism that emphasizes the original tenets and practices of the Prophet Muhammad and his companions.
Recently, I drove to Agami, a suburb of Alexandria, to visit Ahmed Khalil Khairallah, an emerging Islamist politician who was elected to parliament, in November, on the ticket of the Salafist Nour Party. Agami is only twelve miles from the city center, but getting there can take an hour, along a congested coastal road. Agami looks like much of Egypt after thirty years of Mubarak—neglected and impoverished, with unpaved alleys, cracked façades, and families of cats clawing through piles of garbage.
I met Khairallah in a private primary school, founded by his father, on Agami's main street. He is in his early thirties, well educated and friendly, with an energetic manner and a big smile. He has a beard in the Salafi style—bushy, with a close-shaved mustache. He was an hour late and arrived overflowing with apologies. He showed my translator and me into his father's office and brought his chair around from behind the big desk so that we could sit together more equitably. I was dressed conservatively, with long sleeves, but I hadn't covered my hair. If this bothered him, he didn't show it. Khairallah comes from a family of wealthy local landowners. His uncles served in parliament under Nasser, Sadat, and Mubarak. "There is more than one street in Agami named Khairallah," he said.
Khairallah, one of a younger generation of Salafis who are trying to translate a theological creed into a political position, has risen quickly in the Nour Party. A year ago, the Party didn't even exist; some Salafi preachers had deemed democracy haram—forbidden under Islamic law. But, in the election at the end of last year, it won twenty-five per cent of the vote. The election, the first free parliamentary ballot in more than sixty years, delivered a clear mandate, with seventy per cent of the seats won by Islamists. (The liberal Egyptian Bloc won less than seven per cent—only thirty-five of the five hundred and eight parliamentary seats.) Among the Islamists, the most powerful entity is still the Muslim Brotherhood's Freedom and Justice Party, which, with forty-two per cent of the seats, is by far the largest party in parliament. Its electoral success was no surprise: founded in 1928, it has been prominent in Egyptian political life for decades, despite having been banned for much of its existence, and it has an established national network of social and political initiatives. The success of the less well organized, more extremist Nour Party, however, surprised everyone.
At the end of May, Egyptians will return to the polls, to elect a President. In recent weeks, the Presidential race has been chaotic, even by the formidable standards of Egypt's transitional politics, with prominent candidates entering the race at the last minute and many candidates being declared ineligible to run. Until very recently, the Muslim Brotherhood had said that it would not field any candidate, apparently in an effort to allay fears about its burgeoning influence. In the absence of a Brotherhood candidate, the campaign of Hazem Salah Abu Ismail, a Salafi populist, flourished. Then, in the last week before the deadline for nominations, the Brotherhood reneged on its promise and announced the candidacy of Khairat el-Shater, a veteran movement strongman; Omar Suleiman, Mubarak's intelligence chief, also announced his candidacy. At the same time, it turned out that Abu Ismail might be ineligible, because his mother had American citizenship. Eventually, all three were disqualified on various grounds.
Of the remaining candidates, the front-runners are another Muslim Brotherhood candidate, Mohamed el-Morsi; the moderate Islamist Abdel Moneim Aboul Fotouh; and Amre Moussa, a mild centrist. Morsi has almost no public profile, but he will be able to rally the Brotherhood vote. Fotouh, who was expelled from the Brotherhood last year when he decided to run for President, is a respected doctor and a more independent figure. Moussa, a well-known former diplomat and secretary-general of the Arab League, is bland enough to be palatable to most sides.
Egyptians roll their eyes at the confusion, though there is some solace in the unpredictability, as a reminder that this is the country's first free Presidential election. One thing seems clear: the Islamist vote, so strong in the parliamentary election, now has the potential to prove decisive.
Khairallah lives in a large, comfortable home in a family compound on the main street of Agami. His money comes from his family's landholdings and businesses, including the school. He told me that his father funded his electoral campaign. Khairallah's father is an observant Muslim, but not a Salafi, and he was furious when Khairallah, at university, decided to become one. "He said, 'This will be the biggest mistake of your life,' " Khairallah told me. At the time, Egypt was home to several strains of violent jihadist fundamentalism, and, thanks in part to the state media, people assumed that a big beard was the sign of a terrorist. "Once, I was walking in a market and met a friend," Khairallah recalled. "He said, 'Hey, Mr. Sheikh! Please don't go boom!' "
Khairallah's father worried that his son's decision would expose the whole family to the scrutiny of Mubarak's state security apparatus. After Khairallah graduated and started working in the school, security officials called his father, asking, "What are you doing? Turning the school into Afghanistan?" Khairallah was called into the state security offices several times, but was never arrested. He thinks that family connections kept him safe. Other Salafis I talked to described harassment: detentions, interrogations, long interviews at the airport whenever they travelled.
I asked Khairallah why he had become a Salafi. "It was nothing dramatic," he said. "It was just gradual." He started talking to the people he met in mosques, and there were many Salafi scholars there to learn from. Alexandria's distance from the central apparatus of the Mubarak regime, in Cairo, had enabled Salafism to flourish. He spoke enthusiastically of Mohamed Ismail al-Muqaddam, one of the most influential scholars. "A meeting with him is worth a meeting with a hundred others," he told me. "He taught all Egyptians about Salafism." Khairallah said that Salafism as taught by the Alexandria school was about setting an example. He explained that his teacher, a pupil of Muqaddam, paid attention to the tiniest details of personal presentation: "If my fingernails were long, he would tell me to cut them. He looked at the way I sat. He noticed how my clothes fit. I used to learn from these practical situations even more than from books."
The emphasis on learning by emulation is a key element of the Salafi concept of dawa, or "calling." The term Salafi comes from salaf, which means ancestors or predecessors, and refers to Muhammad and his companions and the generations of Muslims immediately following. Egyptian Salafis believe that society can be regenerated by a return to strict Islamic values. Their image, as morally upstanding and untainted by dealings with Mubarak's corrupt state, was an important factor in their success at the polls.
As Khairallah and I were talking, his father came in, a handsome older man, clean-shaven, with dyed black hair. The father took a prayer mat, laid it out at the other end of the room, and began to pray. "This is the point of our Salafi beliefs," Khairallah said, pointing to his father. "It does not isolate you from people. Your father might not be a Salafi, but being a Salafi is not about the beard—it begins through the mind."
In the past months, I've met many Salafis, some active in the Nour Party, others independent. All of them were disarmingly friendly. They were almost always late for meetings, but they always made sure that I had something to drink, and they took me to their homes and fed me. Twice, wives of Nour Party officials gave me presents. Salafi men don't shake a woman's hand, and some of them tried to avoid looking at me directly. One or two tried to start a discussion of my religious views, but most did not. Khairallah told me more than once that he believed the biggest challenge facing Salafis was their image. Those I met were eager to communicate an image of peaceful conservatism and plainspoken honesty.
The openness of Salafis contrasts with the more guarded Muslim Brotherhood, and Salafis are keen to emphasize this difference. Because it was suppressed for most of its history, the Brotherhood has evolved along secretive lines. Its internal workings are opaque, and it has a tendency to be vague, and even disingenuous, about policy matters. The Brotherhood's actions are often described as pragmatic, which to Salafis is tantamount to pandering. "We call ourselves dogmatic, not pragmatic!" one senior Nour Party member told me, proudly.
Unlike members of the Brotherhood, Salafis belong to no single organization or hierarchy. A multitude of sheikhs preach to many or to few, and their topics and opinions vary. In conversations with Salafis, I sensed that the purity of the movement's religious mission had attracted many bright young men who might otherwise have joined the ranks of the Brotherhood. I met Mohammad Tolba, the founder of an organization that tries to bring together Salafis, liberals, and Christians to volunteer in mobile health clinics. The group is called the Costa Salafis, because, Tolba said, "we are the Salafis who like to sit in Costa cafés!" He ordered a cappuccino, and told me that he became interested in Salafism after a friend was killed in a car accident. "Of course, I met the Muslim Brotherhood at the beginning," he told me. "But I was not convinced at all that this was what I was looking for. I thought, You're not creating something spiritual. It was football and barbecues, but no religion. It was a shock. I felt fooled, and I became angry and decided to learn by myself and discover." He met a Salafi by chance at a mosque in 2002. "I didn't even know the word 'Salafi'!" So he went home and typed it into a search engine. Online, he found chat rooms that helped to answer some of his questions. "In the Salafi ideology, I found no limitations, no single leader, nothing to stop me exploring," he said.
Khairallah lamented that journalists had a preconceived notion of what Salafis were like, but he also realized that distrust of them was more general. "We hope that, after we show that we are capable of applying practical solutions, people will be convinced," he said. "We have to be careful, and that is why we're giving a lot of interviews." He once mentioned Japan as an example of a country that had advanced while keeping its traditions and cultural values, and cited as inspirations for the Nour Party Ayatollah Khomeini, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Theodor Herzl.
"Are you telling me you admire the founder of Zionism?" I asked, almost teasing him.
"Ah, a speed bump," he said, making light of it. He said that of course he didn't admire Israel but that he admired the Israelis' perseverance in achieving their goals.
"The biggest problem we're facing is credibility and trust," he told me. "We are trying to be among people and to speak with their voice." At the end of the interview, he pointed to his cell phone. "You see! Eighty-eight missed calls just since we have been sitting here. And all of them from ordinary citizens."
When the newly elected Egyptian parliament convened for the first time, in January, Egyptians watched the spectacle unfold on television. The Islamist majority was immediately evident from the prevalence of prayer-callused foreheads, a sign of devotion, and of beards—the Salafis' bushy beards and the Muslim Brotherhood's trimmed ones. Among the rows of sombre suits were a few clerical robes, a red-and-white checked Bedouin headdress, and the distinctive red fez, wrapped in a white sash, of a scholar from Al Azhar University. A few liberal and leftist M.P.s sat in a bloc, noticeable by the yellow sashes they wore bearing the slogan "No to Military Trials!" Here and there among the five hundred and eight delegates were the women—only twelve of them, including four from the Brotherhood's Freedom and Justice Party.
At the first session, members had to swear allegiance to the constitution—a constitution that, paradoxically, they had been elected to help rewrite. A Salafi from Cairo qualified his oath, adding, "if not in contradiction to God's Sharia." Many of the other Salafis, including Khairallah, followed suit, adding clauses like "and apply the Sharia of Allah." The acting speaker of the parliament tried to maintain control: "Please. There is a script we must stick to." But the new M.P.s were determined to have their say.
I asked Khairallah why he had decided to run for parliament, and he told me that he had been somewhat reluctant to do so. "I don't really like the whole political thing," he said. "But I got used to it." He liked meeting and exchanging views with a variety of people. He hadn't found it nerve-racking to speak in debates: "A mosque is tougher than parliament." The parliament, however, has struggled to impress the electorate. The quality of the debates has been poor—the members are given to grandstanding—and very little legislation has passed. The Brotherhood dominates the parliamentary committees and has presented no serious proposals for economic or institutional reform. "It will take time and experience," Khairallah said stoically. "Mubarak ruined political life."
The Nour Party is trying to find its footing as a political machine. The first political scandal of the new era involved a Nour Party M.P. who had had a nose job—a vanity frowned upon by the pious—and then lied about it, pretending that his bandages covered wounds from an assault. Khairallah gamely spun the M.P.'s immediate dismissal from the Party as evidence of the Salafi commitment to honesty. But there were other signs of tension between the concerns of the Nour Party's base and the day-to-day business of its representatives. When I met Nader Bakkar, the Party's spokesman, he had to break off to do a live phone-in with a TV talk show. The show had two questions for him: what was the Nour Party's position on American funding for Egypt, and, more urgently, what did he have to say about his presence at Amr Hamzawy's wedding? Hamzawy, a well-known liberal M.P., had just married a film actress. Photographs of the occasion showed the bride wearing a strapless dress and men and women mingling freely. All day, Bakkar had been explaining his attendance to outraged supporters. He told the TV questioner that he had gone to pay his respects to a colleague and had stayed at the reception only a few moments.
Khairallah spends his weeks travelling between his constituency, in Agami, and the parliament, in Cairo. I met him one morning at the Nour Party headquarters. He was an hour and a half late, delayed by a group of Egyptian journalists, and he had sandwiches sent to my translator and me while we waited. The offices were bare and dusty, but in one room several new Apple computers had been set up, which were to help produce the Party newspaper. We waited in a dingy room, empty except for a Nour Party banner taped over the window and a conference table with cheap office chairs still in their plastic packaging. In a corner, three prayer mats were laid out, pointing in the direction of Mecca. After a while, three men came in to pray.
Khairallah wore a Nour Party pin in his lapel. The day before, in parliament, he had been voting on the makeup of a hundred-member assembly whose job was to redraft the constitution. (A few weeks later, the assembly was suspended, after a legal challenge and objections to the Islamist majority of its members.) Khairallah told me that the Nour Party had been founded mainly in order to influence the new constitution. "We saw that no one was asking to implement Sharia," he said. The primacy of Sharia principles as the source of legislation is enshrined in a clause of the constitution, but Salafis complain that it has rarely been put into practice.
No one in Egypt has a clear idea of how Sharia law could be applied in a democracy. I asked Muslim Brotherhood politicians, Salafi preachers, Nour Party officials, and activists the same questions: What is the supreme authority in a Muslim country without a dictator—man's laws or God's law? Who decides what constitutes Sharia and what does not? Does a parliamentary majority have the final say, or is there a higher authority that should vet legislation? Their answers were mixed with quotes from the Koran, stories of the Prophet's mercy and tenderness, tangents, non sequiturs, and circumlocutions. Authority, I was variously told, resided with the will of the people, with parliament, with a Higher Council, with a committee of Islamic scholars from Al Azhar University. Salafis told me that they had no problem with the mechanisms of democracy, only to qualify this with talk of limits, boundaries, and "the frame of Sharia."
After weeks of my asking Khairallah how Sharia could work within the mechanisms of democracy, he eventually said, "Ah, you will never have a full answer to that question."
When Islamists are talking to Western journalists, they are careful to skip over Sharia's more brutal strictures, in particular the cutting off of thieves' hands and the stoning of adulterers. Ahmed Salah, a member of the Nour Party's Supreme Committee, stressed the rarity of such punishments, and said that mitigating circumstances were taken into account. Still, he affirmed that, as a believer, he could not revise the word of God as expressed in the Koran. In the public sphere, meanwhile, Egyptian Islamists cannot afford to be literal fundamentalists, because they occupy a political space that was opened by a popular revolution, whose demands had to do with social justice and corruption rather than with religion. Salafis realize that there is no precedent or appetite in Egypt for Sharia's harsher measures, and, like the Brotherhood, they have adopted an incremental approach. Khairallah told me, "We're building a bridge and walking on it at the same time. The challenges are huge. Moving step by step for us is a religion."
One Friday in March, I went to Agami to see a new market, set up by the Nour Party, that sells food at cost. A quarter of Egyptians live below the poverty line, and Salafis, in the years before they entered politics, focussed their efforts on building a parallel polity, providing food supplies, education, and medical care in deprived neighborhoods. Waleed Sharaf, a local Nour Party official and an old friend of Khairallah's, showed me around. In Agami, the Party organizes around twenty stalls each week, staffed by volunteers.
Sharaf and I walked up to a group of housewives, who were shopping under a banner that read, "The Friday of Good Deeds."
"Everything is cheaper," one said. "Everything is good. Rice, macaroni, chicken."
A teacher carrying several bags of macaroni told me that he earns about eighty-five dollars a month. "This market is much cheaper," he said, and rattled off the prices of potatoes and tomatoes. "As for the meat, anywhere else it is sixty pounds a kilo"—around ten dollars. "Here it is thirty-seven. It helps a lot."
A housewife in full black niqab spoke of her two daughters and the cost of extra tuition—a common expense, because of the poor quality of public schools. She extolled the Nour Party and the Salafis: "Their doors are always open if you have a problem. My brother went to the Party headquarters needing a job, and they sent him to a company where he now has a job."
The shopping bags that people carried home all bore the Nour Party logo. Sharaf seemed happy. "These are the simple people," he said. "These are the people that love us and voted for us."
The following week, I met Khairallah at a plainly furnished office that he has rented for receiving his constituents in Agami. Parliament has not yet been able to institute much in the way of social programs, and Khairallah helps people by giving them personal donations, as he has always done. They often approach him after prayer, with stories of debt or medical bills or money needed for an operation. One of his assistants, a young man whose long beard hung in two wispy points, helps him assess the needy. "It might even be someone who doesn't pray," the assistant told me. "Then they wait outside the mosque for him." Some might need an operation that costs nine thousand pounds (fifteen hundred dollars). Khairallah might give them three thousand pounds. "Something is better than nothing," the assistant said with a wan smile. "The sheikh is a wealthy man. Other M.P.s are not able to help people like this."
While the men, including my translator, went to the mosque to pray, I was taken to Khairallah's house, where I met his wife. Their children gathered around, practicing their English on me and showing me the games they played on their iPad. When my translator returned, she retreated upstairs and from then on stayed out of sight.
Salafis would like to see a more modest society, which means a more segregated one. In public meetings, I noticed, men and women always sat on opposite sides of an auditorium. "I prefer that my wife stays at home," Khairallah told me. "It could be different for others, but I have the advantage of being wealthy. She is with the kids, which is important, especially because I am out of the house so much these days." He said that she was happy, adding, "She loves her home very much."
I commented that it wouldn't be possible for every Egyptian woman to stay out of the workforce. "We must look at what would be the best job for any woman," he said, and mentioned concerns about women leaving work and travelling home late at night.
The issue of personal freedoms is the one with which Salafis have the most difficulty and on which they are most often pressed, on TV talk shows and by their nonfundamentalist friends. Halfway through our first conversation, Khairallah said, with mock relief, "I'm really happy you are not asking about bikinis and alcohol!" But, inevitably, the subject arose. One of the first issues the Salafis took up in parliament was the right of policemen to wear beards, despite an institutional policy against them. For Khairallah, the matter was clear. "This is a personal freedom," he said.
"So why can't I wear a bikini on a beach?" I asked. "Isn't wearing a bikini a personal freedom?"
"I am free within some restrictions," Khairallah replied carefully. He cited the example of dress codes for airline stewardesses. People accept this restriction, he said. I replied that you could say the same thing about police officers and beards. "People agree to restrictions from an airline," he said eventually, after more to-and-fro. "Why wouldn't they agree on a restriction from God?" On the issue of how the rules might apply to non-Muslim visitors, he mentioned the recent banning of new minarets in Switzerland and the niqab in France. "A lot of countries have their own restrictions that suit their customs," he said.
I said I was more interested in where an alcohol ban would leave Egyptians who simply didn't agree with his point of view. Plenty of Egyptians, I reminded him, like a bottle of beer from time to time. He shook his head, agreeing, and lamenting this.
"In your own house, Islam says no one should interfere," he conceded, but all Islamists are adamant that alcohol is proscribed in the Koran and that it should be outlawed in Egypt. (Some would allow tourist enclaves to serve alcohol to foreigners; others would ban even this.) While Khairallah was always careful to maintain that Salafism was about persuasion rather than coercion, there were some things he simply couldn't countenance. On another occasion, he told me, "Just as some people are worried about their freedoms, others are also worried. I think also of my freedom and my family's freedom. I don't want my children to live in a society with alcohol."
The more I talked to Salafis, the more clearly I saw that, polite and engaging as they usually were, it was very difficult for them to accept the validity of other viewpoints. I asked a Nour Party member in Agami what he thought of me, a foreign woman, with different beliefs. He hesitated, so I said, "I think you think, It is such a shame that she does not know the right path."
"Yes, exactly," he said.
He asked me about Christianity. He could not grasp how people could believe that Jesus was the Son of God. To him, it seemed strange to believe in two gods. I explained the theology of Christ's sacrifice and resurrection as best I could. I said that I didn't truly understand it, either, but that belief was something beyond proof.
Later, I left to wash my hands, and, while I was gone, he said to my translator, "This is simply a disaster, if she doesn't even know her own beliefs. This is simply a disaster for her." He pitied me, and something about the sincerity of his pity only made it worse.
Many commentators believe that political experience will mellow the Salafis. I spoke to Ashraf el-Sherif, a young political-science professor at the American University in Cairo, who has studied the democratization of Islamist groups. "The Salafis are really the most dynamic political force," he said, and pointed out how many compromises they had already made. They had gone from refusing to participate in the political process to forming a party. They had adapted to regulations obliging them to field female candidates—on posters, the women were represented by pictures of flowers instead of head shots—and they had worked to attract women voters. However, Sherif also believes that the Salafis have failed to take on a larger problem, the entrenchment of what he called "the deep state"—the network of bureaucratic institutions, especially the military and the security services, that still run the country. Furthermore, the Salafis have often been distracted by symbolic issues.
I heard a similar complaint from Mohammed Habib, a senior Brotherhood figure who resigned last year. He complained that the Salafis focussed on the wrong things; the obsession with policemen's beards, he thought, betrayed "a blinkered view." He went on, "They have never been in politics. They are like kindergarten kids in their first year, but they are evolving fast."
Habib is now in the process of setting up a moderate Islamic party. I went to see him at his apartment, in one of Cairo's new, gated suburbs. It was mid-morning, and he was wearing a bathrobe and watching the news. He has a white beard and spectacles, and a kindly professorial air; he is a professor of geology. He told me that he left the Brotherhood because he was appalled by its complicity with the Supreme Council of the Armed Forces, the group of generals who have held de-facto executive powers since Mubarak's fall. He spoke of conversations between the Brotherhood leadership and the generals that had taken place even while the revolution was first unfolding.
He believed that the Brotherhood had overplayed its hand in the parliamentary election, and that it should have contested fewer seats, allowing more space for liberals and leftists: "This would have created trust and would have helped the system, because everyone would have been raised up, not just the Brotherhood." Instead, there were now fears of an Islamist takeover, even as the Brotherhood increasingly found itself held responsible by average Egyptians for many of the country's ongoing problems.
The outcome of the Presidential election is anyone's guess. And, as the process for rewriting the constitution falters, the question of the relationship among Egypt's three competing power bases—parliament, the Presidency, and the military council—remains unresolved. "We call it in geology a mélange," Mohammed Habib told me, laughing ruefully at the chaos. He also used an Egyptian expression for an unappealing mess: "fish and milk and tamarind juice."
The last time I saw Khairallah, he was in Cairo, in the lobby of an unassuming hotel, where Nour Party officials from Alexandria stay when they are in the capital. He had come from parliament and was about to go into another meeting—one of a series that had stretched over several weeks as the Party tried to figure out whom to endorse amid the multiplying confusions of the Presidential race. He was exhausted, but still expansive. We talked through all the recent plot twists. He felt particularly let down by the news about the American citizenship of Abu Ismail's mother. We talked about Omar Suleiman's sudden candidacy, and he laughed. "Omar Suleiman appears to unite all of Egypt!" he said, explaining that hatred for Mubarak's old crony crossed all party lines. "Amr Hamzawy and I hugged each other today! And people in parliament were saying, 'I don't want to go back to Tora prison!' " I asked him why he thought the Brotherhood had decided to field a candidate, and he sighed. "There are still blind spots we can't see," he said, alluding to the opacity surrounding the move. "We need more time to understand these mysterious areas."
When I asked him whom the Nour Party would most likely endorse, he politely declined to answer. If Abu Ismail was out of the race, that meant that a large number of Salafi votes would be up for grabs, and that the Nour Party would have an opportunity to play kingmaker. He told me that he admired Fotouh, whom he thought sensible and moderate. However, Fotouh didn't send out the kind of signals that would excite the Salafi base. His beard wasn't big enough, for one thing. "He hasn't yet learned how to bang his hand on the table," Khairallah said, banging his hand on a table to demonstrate the bearing of a political strongman. "Egyptians think they want someone who knows how to bang his hand on the table."
I put away my notebook, and Khairallah relaxed. He didn't seem in a hurry to get to his meeting, and we started to talk about faith and fate. "As a Muslim, I believe that God chooses for Egypt," he told me. How else could you explain the perfect sequence of events that had led to Mubarak's fall, except by divine design? I said that just because things happened in a certain way didn't mean they had to happen that way, but I could not persuade him. "The Egyptian revolution is one of the signs of the existence of God," he said. ♦


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In celebration of upcoming birth of Price William and Kate Middleton's baby, the first heir to be born in more than 25 years, Whole Foods Market has launched a a cheddar cheese themed specifically around the royal family.
William & Kate fans can now purchase the Westminster William and Kate Royal Addition Cheddar cheese at Whole Foods Market stores across the country. The all-natural, white cheddar is made on a farm in England and aged for one year. It is known for its creamy yet savory flavor.
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Let's see if we can predict where this is headed. Two people in Michigan were playing a game when a disagreement ended with someone getting punched. Think anyone's pinning it on the game?
Nope. That's because it's a board game. Monopoly, in fact. A 54-year-old man was playing with a female friend, and when she wouldn't sell him Park Place and Boardwalk - I mean, really! - he hit her in the head, breaking her glasses.
Reader Rich B. wrote in, full of hoary disgust at what these "board games" are doing to the nation. "Wonder if the politicians will finally see reason and call for a ban of all board games, before they destroy our American youth?"
I think it's a valid point. The feelings of being ruined, dealt with unfairly, driven out of business, and unable to pay the rent - even in a virtual environment - creates powerful stress, and it's not hard to see that leading to incidents of anger or violence. And not just in Monopoly. I remember back in Candy Land, this one time I got stuck on a fucking licorice space in Molasses Swamp and the feelings of helplessness were just debilitating ...
Mich. Man Jailed for Assault During Monopoly Game [AP on Google News]


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Haro Bicycles Releases Mick Hannah
Haro Bicycles announces that they have released Australian downhiller Mick Hannah from their professional mountain bike team.
"Mick has done a great job representing Haro during the past three years he's ridden for us," said Jill Hamilton, Haro's Mountain Bike Brand Manager. "We simply chose not to match an excellent offer Mick has received from another team. All of us here at Haro certainly wish Mick all the best with his future plans".
"I have had some great years at Haro and all the staff and team have been a hugely supportive of my plans for the future," said Hannah. "I want to pass a huge thanks on to Jill Hamilton, Jim Ford, Mike Varley and Rusty for all their help and wish Haro all the best for the 2006 season".
Haro will concentrate their efforts on finding a replacement to fill the slot Hannah leaves on the gravity side of the team.
Team Haro Adds Cameron Zink
Haro Bicycles officially announces that they have signed freeride phenom Cameron Zink to ride Haro frames for the upcoming 2006 and 2007 seasons.
Zink, who is considered by many to be one of the gravity scene's most talented and versatile riders, will participate in a full schedule of freeride events, select World Cup and NMBS (NORBA) downhill/mountain cross races, and video projects. His first race event aboard a Haro frame will be the Sea Otter Classic in Monterey, CA April 6-9, 2006.
"Haro has always been at the pinnacle of cycling, and I feel we have met at a perfect point in my riding career where we can benefit a lot from each other," said Zink. "I am ecstatic about this new relationship and the direction the company is going".
"With freeride getting a tremendous amount of exposure and mountain bike racing being a big part of our marketing program, we couldn't be happier to have partnered up with such a talented rider who has the skills to pull "double duty" for Haro," said Jill Hamilton, Haro's Mountain Bike Brand Manager. "From an R & D standpoint, the feedback we'll get from Cameron will do wonders to help shape and improve our current product offering".
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Amazon Kindle in Canada as of Jan 2013
Arguably the world's favorite eBook reader, the Amazon Kindle, is now available in Canada. Amazon.ca launched its online Kindle store in Canada in January 2013. Canadians can now use their Amazon.ca accounts to purchase a pre-registered Kindle ereader at $89, or can upgrade to the Kindle Paperwhite for $139 or Kindle Paperwhite 3G for $199.
Of course, Canadians had been finding their own ways of getting their hands on a Kindle in the past – ordering through the US version of Amazon – but now they can shop in their own currency and connect through their local Internet connections to purchase books via WiFi whenever they please.
The Kindle weighs less than 6 ounces (170 grams) and is lighter than the majority of paperback books, so it's really good for when you're traveling. The screen is glare-free and isn't like an LED screen, so it looks like a book's page and is readable even in direct sunlight. At night, you can turn on your bedside lamp or buy a case with a built-in book light. The options are endless, and so is the battery! Well, pretty much. The battery is said to last up to one-month on a single charge, but that really depends on how much you read and how long you leave the Kindle running each day.
Personally, I ordered one last month from Amazon.ca and have already torn through Stephanie Meyer's The Host as well as Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby in preparation for the two movies to release in theaters this summer of 2013. While I considered the Chapters Indigo Kobo, I ultimately decided on the Kindle because of its faster page turning and super light weight.
Do you have a Kindle? Perhaps you have another kind of eBook reader? Let me know in a comment!
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As a one of my colleagues often criticizes about the design of most kitchens in the foodservice industry … "We are still cooking in Escoffier's kitchen." What he is implying, and correctly so, is that the design of kitchens and the equipment within them has not changed much over the last 100 years or more. Escoffier could walk into a modern kitchen and feel quite at home.
Consider for a moment the progress that has been made in other industries over the course of a century, and then look at our industry. Ford recently celebrated 100 years in business. 100 years ago Ford was making the Model T - and look at where they are now. A deck oven from the early 1900's look remarkably like the deck ovens we still use today. Looming on the horizon is what I believe to be the Kitchen Evolution.
Evolution, Not Revolution
Quite carefully, I have chosen the word evolution as opposed to revolution, as I believe the general nature of our industry is not going to change. The foodservice industry, as a whole, is more reactive than proactive. Thus, the changes on the horizons will be beneficial modifications to existing and known processes as opposed to an abandonment of the way we do things now. This has been confirmed by the adoption of new equipment brought to the marketplace.
Several manufacturers have introduced technology such as induction based cooking appliances and combination oven-steamers. Despite the wide-spread use of these items in Europe, the adoption of these appliances state-side has been slow or non-existent due in large part to their cost and lack of familiarity by end users. On the other hand, the introduction of the boiler-less steamer (now offered by virtually every foodservice equipment manufacturer that offers steam equipment) has been extremely successful.
This success is directly associated with the fact that it is a known technology, steaming, that has been improved. The adoption of this technology, as a result, has been rapid. Manufacturers, looking to capitalize on potential profits from the sale of such equipment, have flooded the market with boiler-less steamers.
Technology in the Kitchen - Not So Fast
The discussions that I have heard at industry conventions or read about in industry periodicals seem to focus exclusively on the inclusion and implementation of technology in the kitchen as the next big thing. There are systems that can track anything from temperature of the walk-in cooler, to the efficiency of the compressor that is running it. There are systems that manage holding temperatures for food and yet others that assist with integrating ordering and food production. There are an endless number of options available.
While I don't discount the importance of technology in the kitchen, in fact I believe that technology will have a significant impact on our industry, I believe that wide spread adoption of such systems is a long-term and not a short-term effort. Large hotel and restaurant chains, given their cost structures, volume, and overhead, can justify such expenses for information management within the kitchen, as their payback is reasonable.
The average mom and pop operation, however, will experience a much longer payback period, if at all. In fact, I have personally seen an aversion to technology from those who have tried to include more technologically advanced appliances and systems. As an example, over the past couple of years I have seen a growing number of convection ovens sold with manual controls as a replacement for units that previously featured digital controls.
When I have inquired about this purchasing decision, the owners have informed me that they simply had too many problems with the digital controls and preferred the manual controls for reliability reasons. Thus, while sophisticated information systems in the kitchen will have their place, I am not sure that it is in the near future.
The Evolution Revealed
While technology makes its push into the kitchen, there is a more desirable concept that could have an even greater impact than technology on everything from operational efficiency to profitability … FLEXIBILITY. If you think about the average kitchen, there is very little flexibility beyond mobile and countertop equipment. The main structures in the kitchen are fixed, and do not allow the kitchen facility to grow or evolve as the operation changes over time.
I have seen hot food wells on chef's counters used as iced cold pans or even covered up and used as a work surface. What a waste! I have seen restaurant ranges with ovens that have been "out of order" for years and are beyond repair, but the units are not replaced because the 6 burners and griddle on top still work.
I have seen functional pieces of equipment abandoned and replaced to accommodate the addition of a new featured menu item or desired kitchen configuration. Even worse … I have seen operational changes put on hold due to the complex and expensive modifications required for the kitchen facility.
Think about your facility: the walk-in cooler and freezer, the chef's counter, the exhaust hood … and so on. These systems are not designed with flexibility in mind, therefore limiting the ability for the facility to evolve. Not only would flexibility in the kitchen help end-users, but it could change the way that our industry conducts business and makes decisions related to purchasing, operations, and growth, just to mention a few.
Moreover, the inclusion of flexibility in the kitchen, like the boilerless steamer, is a modification to known equipment and technology … it is evolutionary, not revolutionary. Thus, the adoption of such equipment should be rapid.
As I stated earlier, technology will have its place in the kitchen - guaranteed. However, the incorporation of flexible equipment will have far more benefit and a much greater impact on the industry as a whole. Take a few moments, when you are done reading this, and consider the flexibility that you should have in your kitchen.
Without this approach, Escoffier's kitchen and the deck oven may remain unchanged for the next 100 years. I sure hope that is not the case.


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The official debut of the all-new on-going series from Image! A new storyline begins as the PERHAPANAUTS delve deeper into the Bermuda Triangle to rescue Karl from the Mothman Tribunal! As the team prepares to battle these Angels of Doom, they are separated and cast into the unpredictable and unfathomable Perhaps! Will they ever get out...?! Back at Bedlam, Arisa is confronted by her past and Choopie is crowned King of the Gremlins. Yes, really.
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|I've done an entry on the particle fountain, since I've had the pics lying around for the last year or so. The one from TNG that is, not the Voyager anomaly thingie.
|Well, some interesting results from the poll. The average age of our visitors is 22.3 - a staggering 94% of our visitors are younger than I am (okay, okay, I'm 36), which is profoundly depressing for me as you can imagine. On the other hand, five of our visitors claim they are less than five years old, which is kinda surreal. So I'm taking mental comfort from the idea that most of you lied and are really 50 or so, which lets me still think of myself as young. And hi to the three guys who are over sixty! Any of you watch TOS on the original run? That would be cool!
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|The Voyager season 7 DVDs have arrived, so we're working through them. Some more stuff from Enterprise season 2 as well...
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|New species entries for several of the Enterprsie season 2 species. Most are minor entries, but I've done a full entry for the Vissians from "Cogenitor".
|Several new ships from Enterprise season 2 have been added to the Additional Ships section. Some of the existing entries have recieved higher quality images - most notably the NX test ship, the D-5 cruiser, the Vulcan survey ships from "Carbon Creek", the Romulan Bird of Prey, the Klingon Tanker, and the Suliban cell and Salvage ships.
|The bulk of the Enterprise season 2 personnel have had bios and images done.
|Thanks go out to Lee Joon Nyen for various nits in the species lists and to Brian Phillip Dudman for a typo on the battles page. Also thanks to Jason Lady for providing a species name.
|So the Delta Flyer was an unsurprising winner of last week's poll. This week, we're indulging in a little curiosity about our visitors by asking a personal question - how old are you?
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|Congratulations to Kenny for winning last week's competition. This week, a little shot from TNG's "Menage a Troi".
|Scotty, beam me up...
|James Doohan, better known to us in the Trek universe as Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott, has died at the age of 85.
How to sum up what Doohan/Scotty mean to me? He's probably going to be remembered for that single scene where he calls up to Kirk as the Enterprise roars through space at warp factor 10, issuing the plaintive cry "Captain, she'll not take much more o' this!" And to be honest that's the first image that comes to mind when I think of Scotty, the chief engineer who would practically be in tears at the treatment of "me poor bairns!"
But Scotty was so much more than that. Sulu and Chekov were the kids of the Enterprise bridge; they were having the time of their lives and it showed. Spock was the mind, Bones was the heart, Kirk was the hero... but Scotty, Scotty was the old uncle, a voice of reason wise in the ways of the galaxy. He was the one that made sure the shop was minded properly while the others went out and had the fun. Beyond his classic engine worries, the line I always associate with him comes from "Friday's Child". Scotty is in command of the ship, and has spent hours tracking down a false distress signal. When another signal comes in, the junior officers suggest going to check it out, just in case. "Fool me once, shame on you," Scotty retorts. "Fool me twice - Shame on me!"
Or remember "A Taste of Armageddon"? When Ambassador Fox, a civilian, has the gall to order Scotty around on the bridge... and Scotty simply flatly refuses. No histrionics, no arguing the point, just "No sir." That was Scotty in a nutshell.
Little wonder that so many people looked up to the character. When he was awarded an honorary doctorate in Engineering by the Milwaukee School of Engineering, no less than half the students said that watching Scotty had inspired them to take up engineering. There are literally tens of thousands of engineers out there right now, in part because of Scotty and the man who played him.
In real life, Doohan was as much of a hero as his alter-ego. Keep a close eye on Scotty's hands next time you see him - now and again you can see that Doohan was missing a finger. He lost it on the first morning of the D-Day landings, where he was serving as a captain in the Royal Canadian Artillery Regiment. His aerobatic exploits included almost crashing his plane in Holland while "taking a look" at a German U-boat, earning him the title "craziest pilot in the Royal Canadian Air Force".
After the war he got into acting; he worked in over 4,000 radio programmes and 400 television shows in his native Canada before moving to Hollywood. His contribution to Star Trek extended far beyond just playing Scotty; something of an expert with voices, he provided the voice for literally dozens of different roles. He invented the Klingon and Vulcan languages used in The Motion Picture; Marc Okrand used the sounds Doohan invented as the basis of his Klingon language.
In all he fathered no less that seven children, the last when he was 80 years old!
Truly he will be missed. Scotty, beam me up...
|So the Romulans made a strong showing in the Poll, with the D'Deridex class coming in first. This week, we move to Federation shuttles.
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|Congratulations to Auston, winner of last week's competition. This week, an image from "Space Seed".
|So the Sovereign won the favourite Federation Starship design quite comfortably. Can't say I object to that at all...
This week, alien ships. I've had to be even more arbitrary about what to include here - sorry if your favourite is missing.
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|Congratulations to DanielB, winner of last week's competition. This week, a scene from "In A Mirror, Darkly, Part II".
(And to the people who complain - it's the captions that are meant to be funny folks, not the picture...)
|A biggie this week - What's your favourite Federation Starship design? We're not including shuttles this week (they'll get their turn), and we're only including ships that you can find a picture of on this site.
Please note that we have something of a technical SANFU which has unfortunately erased the results of the TOS poll! I have a backup, but I'm looking around for a newer one before resorting to it because it's several days old. Watch this space...
Update... well, I'm sorry but not only are there no newer backups but the one I had turns out to only cover the first couple of hours of the poll. So sorry to all who took the time to vote, but the results are lost to cyberspace forever. We'll re-run the poll in the near future...
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text: News The 30th Anniversary for AIDS Community Resources and a new mission By Chris Bolt & Kaitlyn Richards • May 28, 2013 Kaitlyn Richards, WAER News Drivers on Salina Street are seeing red today, but it is for a good cause. Onondaga County and City of Syracuse officials met with AIDS Community Resources Director Michael Crinnin to paint a red stripe down Salina Street in honor of the A-C-R's Paint the Town Red Campaign for AIDS awareness. Memorial Day Focus, Former US Army Soldier helping colleagues to a better life here in Syracuse By Chris Bolt • May 27, 2013 One veteran this Memorial Day is sharing his experiences trying to help other Vets get stable housing, medical care or other help. SU Lacrosse Advances to Title Game By Ben Fontana • May 26, 2013 © CitrusTV Sports, 2013 Despite trailing for the seemingly the entire game, the top-seeded Syracuse lacrosse team came back from behind to defeat #4 Denver 9-8 in the Final Four to advance to its 17th National Championship game in school history. The Orange now takes on seventh-seeded Duke on Memorial Day Monday at Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia at 1 PM. Derek Maltz scored the game winning goal with 19.2 seconds left to seal it for the 'Cuse. Malt's goal capped a furious rally that saw the Orange tally five of the game's last six goals to overcome a 7-4 deficit entering the fourth quarter. Local Scouting Council supported lifting gay ban, gay advocates not entirely supportive By Chris Bolt • May 24, 2013 Indianasnewscenter.com The leader of a center for gay youth and those questioning their sexuality is reacting to the Boy Scouts of America vote to include openly gay scouts. It's being seen as a positive step – but atepid one. SU LAX takes on Denver in Final Four By WAER Sports • May 23, 2013 Citrus TV Sports The top-seeded Orange continues its quest for its 12th NCAA championship on Saturday, May 25 when it meets No. 4 seed Denver at Lincoln Financial Field in the national semifinals. The game marks the first NCAA postseason meeting between the two schools. Syracuse advanced to the semifinal round for the 27th time in school history with a 7-6 come-from-behind victory versus Yale in the quarterfinals. Denver marched on with a 12-11 triumph over No. 5 seed North Carolina. The other national semifinal features Duke versus Cornell at 2:30 p.m. New Thrifty Shopper on west side to help fund Rescue Mission By Chris Bolt • May 23, 2013 Chris Bolt A Rescue Mission Thrifty Shopper store opened its doors today in the Westvale Plaza to try to raise money and support for the local needy. US Senator calling for more oversight for probation after Renz murder, rape case By Chris Bolt • May 23, 2013 Senator Kirsten Gillibrand wants to see more oversight of probation offices and how they monitor ankle bracelets given to suspects on home-detention. She cites the David Renz case here in Syracuse in a letter to US administrative Judge Thomas Hogan. Newhouse Partners with City School District on Student Film Project By Joe Lee • May 22, 2013 Undergraduates from the Newhouse School at Syracuse University partnered with students from Fowler High School to produce three films. Power outages from severe storms fixed, damage being cleaned up, but more on the way? By Chris Bolt • May 22, 2013 Chris Bolt The powerful Thunderstorms that traveled through Central New York Tuesday night left some clean-up behind. Hundreds were left without power the Manlius area. Former Camillus Cutlery site takes major steps forward toward redevelopment By Chris Bolt • May 21, 2013 Sweet Spot Companies The medical, retail and housing project on the former Camillus Cutlery site is taking a few more steps toward redevelopment. Pages« first ‹ previous … 373 374 375 376 next › last »


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The Coming Plague
First published in 1994 in hardcover by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, THE COMING PLAGUE: Newly Emerging Diseases in a World Out of Balance was a New York Times bestseller in 1994-5. Laurie Garrett researched and wrote THE COMING PLAGUE for ten years, starting in the mid-1980s when the very premise of the effort was highly controversial.
When Laurie Garrett started working as a journalist her training in immunology had been grounded in the widespread belief that infectious diseases had been conquered. By the early 1980s biomedical scientists throughout the wealthy world focused on cancer and heart disease, feeling that the antibiotic and vaccine era ushered the demise of infectious threats. But Garrett kept hearing about strange outbreaks of deadly, mysterious diseases such as Ebola, which seemingly contradicted the mainstream view. As early as 1976, with the advent of Legionnaires Disease, Garrett started collecting news and scientific papers regarding odd outbreaks and strange epidemics.
By the late 1980s, with the world shaken by the strangest and deadliest arrival of all – HIV and AIDS – Garrett traveled widely in search of understanding: Why did new viruses and bacteria appear, seemingly out of nowhere? Why couldn't modern medicine vanquish HIV and other newly emerging microbes? How were scientists battling these diseases? Had hubris put the arrogant biomedical world of the late 20th Century at peril?
As the 1980s came to a close the National Academy of Sciences convened a landmark gathering focused on newly emerging viruses. For days experts shared insights in Washington, growing collectively anxious. By the close of the gathering Garrett recognized that her anxieties about the infectious diseases threat were shared by such extraordinary Nobel Prize-winning scientists as Joshua Lederberg, Howard Temin, and David Baltimore.
During the 1992-3 academic year Garrett was a Fellow at the Harvard School of Public Health, where she worked closely with Drs. Mary Wilson, Uwe Brinkman, Andrew Spielman, and their Harvard colleagues to understand the origins of seemingly "new" viruses, and the amplification systems that fostered their worldwide spread in the age of globalization. The bulk of THE COMING PLAGUE was written at Harvard.
During the administration of President Bill Clinton epidemic threats were elevated to official elements of U.S. national security. An expert in the field was, for the first time in U.S. history, appointed to the National Security Council.
Former UN Ambassador Richard Holbrooke successfully pushed the Security Council in 2000 to convene its first session on the HIV/AIDS pandemic. The following year, on the 20th anniversary of recognition of the new disease, a United Nations General Assembly Special Session was held, entirely focused on the AIDS pandemic.
In 2005 Garrett spearheaded an analysis of the links between national security and HIV, issued jointly with the UN AIDS Programme to the Security Council. The report came two years after the SARS epidemic shook up China and a dozen other nations, prompting widespread elevation of concern about the dangers of newly emerging disease, as well as bacteria and viruses that were evolving drug-resistant forms. In the years since nations the world over have officially designated HIV, drug resistant tuberculosis, virulent influenza, and other pandemic diseases as national security concerns.
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Wrestling in the Canadian West
By Vance Nevada
Published by Crowbar Press
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With Wrestling in the Canadian West, author and wrestler Vance Nevada takes the reader on a fact-filled journey, through the many years of professional wrestling that's origins go back to 1911 in Western Canada.
Wrestling enthusiasts will appreciate the top-notch research, exacting attention to detail, along with many photos of wrestlers that have competed in the region, as well as the wrestling posters from past promotions that are displayed throughout the book.
This work is an encyclopedia of wrestling activities that have occurred in Western Canada. There has been over 18,000 live events in the region since 1911; Nevada is trying to shine a light on much that has been overlooked.
Wrestlers that have appeared in this part of the country often undergo very difficult travel experiences to and from wrestling dates. The distances between towns can be considerable. Travel in the west during the winter has proven to be very intimidating; the wrestlers who compete in this part of the country on a consistent basis are labelled by their peers as the toughest.
A wrestler and historian, Vance Nevada (born Vern May) was born in Souris, Manitoba, a farming community of 2,500. He is a ring veteran, having competed in over 1,200 matches, during his 16 years as a standout grappler on the mats. Nevada will receive the James C. Melby Award for his work with the history of wrestling at this April's Cauliflower Alley Club reunion in Las Vegas.
As a youngster, Nevada developed a great interest in professional wrestling, and he bought every magazine he could find. He watched every televised match available to him. Thus began an obsession to find out as much as he possibly could, by way of constantly digging through as much research on the history of wrestling in Canada's West that he was able to find.
He has used his wrestling bookings to take advantage of opportunities to visit libraries and archives in order to cull information for a recorded history of the sport. He has been credited in numerous books, websites, and projects, including the Canadian Championship Wrestling Newsletter (1993-1997) and also has been heavily involved as a teacher and mentor for developing talent in the wrestling industry. He has helped to mold the careers of more than 40 aspiring superstars.
This book is a chronicle of the hours, days, and years that he spent flushing out wrestling history and events, from every area of the four provinces that comprise Western Canada: British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba.
The book contains a number of different topics, set up for easy reading:
Much has been revealed about professional wrestling on the pages of this book, the reader will find it difficult to put it down. As the quote has so often been used, it's a must read for wrestling historians and fans alike.


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The Wild One
Justin Jay, Class of 2008
Mark Berry
Photography by Brennan Wesley
They are coming right toward him. Justin Jay '08 holds his breath and feels a bead of sweat slowly trickle down his cheek. Every hair on his arm seems to be standing on end. His knuckles go white gripping the handle of the knife he's trying to soundlessly unsheathe. The knife, he knows, will do little if anything to help him, but you just never know, he thinks, and it makes him feel slightly more secure to have something, anything, in his hand to wave in the face of an oncoming attacker.
Through the narrow hole in his camouflaged hide, which he had constructed with a fishnet found on the beach and a few branches and vines cut with his knife, he watches the drill monkeys approach – the alpha male leading his troop away from a highland stream and back into the cover of the dense jungle.
Even in this moment of excruciating tension, Jay can't help but marvel at the beauty of this endangered species. The brown, almost orange eyes set deep in a face seemingly cut from obsidian. The long, black hands tipped with human-like fingernails. The soft fur: brown, black and all the gradients in between – a perfect camouflage in this African island forest. And, of course, the bright purple and red genitalia, as if painted by some rainbow lover's imaginative hand, standing in stark contrast to that drab coat.
Jay is not lost in his reverie long. He knows that the nearing dominant male, weighing close to 50 pounds, sports a set of long canine teeth capable of ripping open fruit, crabs and turtle eggs, and that one bite, even a glancing blow, might prove deadly. Especially when he's a mile or so from camp and then probably another five miles from the closest village – on foot. In an effort to quell his mounting nerves, he tells himself that these primates only attack people, usually hunters, when they are provoked.
But here he sits – alone in their territory. Just a few feet away. And with just an inch or so of leaves, sticks and vines as a defensive cover. Who knows what they will do in this situation? No one has ever really been where he's sitting. Those who get this close are usually pointing a shotgun, not a camera.
The alpha male stops and sniffs the air. Every muscle in Jay's body is aching from holding absolutely still for what seems a lifetime. Please, wind. Don't shift on me now, Jay pleads. The large drill monkey finally grunts and lopes past Jay's hiding spot. The rest of the troop splits up, passing by on either side of the hide.
Jay can hear the bushes rustle behind him, and then, silence – his senses completely attuned to the drill monkeys' departure. Eventually, the noise of the jungle returns to him: the shushing of the nearby stream, the musical clucking call of a distant turaco, the rising rhythmic hum of insects and the rushing sound of his own breath as he finally exhales.
That … was … amazing!, he thinks, almost giddy with having come so close to danger, so close to an animal he has come to respect and revere.
So, how is this guy here – 6,000 miles away from home on Equatorial Guinea's Bioko Island? Not only that, why is he barefoot, wearing only swim trunks and crouched alone in a hide deep in the jungle observing a rare and disappearing species of monkey?
The answer to the how is pretty straightforward. But the why isn't quite that simple. Or, perhaps, it is.
Call of the Wild
As a kid growing up in the Lowcountry, Jay always wanted to be outside. He loved exploring the woods around his suburban home in Summerville and later in Ladson. Under each fallen tree, around every bend on a sandy trail, along the fusty marsh's edge, there was life to be discovered, things to be found. And you didn't need any money for it.
Jay was one of four kids of a single mom. He learned pretty quickly the limitations of a one-income household. While his friends played video games, accumulated toys that they didn't even want to play with and watched cable TV, Jay, when not outside, found entertainment tuning into naturalist Rudy Mancke's NatureScene on public television.
"I loved watching that show," Jay recalls. "Even then, it looked really dated. But it was awesome to learn about South Carolina's wildlife and different environments. Rudy was a man that could go out into the woods and tell you about life in every corner. I wanted to be able to do that."
That desire to have an encyclopediatic knowledge of the outdoors shaped almost every aspect of Jay's childhood. He was that sunburned, dirt-smudged kid forever carting around captured frogs and lizards in his pockets. The one who could tell you the difference between loblolly and longleaf pines. The fourth-grader who caught a rattlesnake with only a stick and a bucket, bringing it home as a pet. Unlike so many of his friends and schoolmates, Jay was not a child of the Consumer Age. There's more Walt Whitman, than Walt Disney in him. He was a child of pluff mud, raccoon tracks, river birch, mosquito bites and magnolia trees.
But that wasn't enough. He wanted to see more.
"I just had a general sense of wanting to get out," Jay says. "I like seeing different things. I wanted to see how people lived in other places. Growing up in the lower coastal plain, I knew what these forests look like, so I wanted to know what alpine forests look like or a tundra ecosystem looks like.
Yes, Jay was also the kind of kid who talked about forest types and ecosystems.
When Jay turned 16, he headed out West on his own. The destination was Wyoming and the general reason for the trip was a family reunion. With 300 bucks saved up from mowing lawns and his part-time job as a bagboy at a local commissary, he told his mother he would meet the family at the reunion and off he headed west on I-26 in his bright-yellow Chevy 1500 pick-up, affectionately called "Heidi."
"My mom inspired me," says Jay about his teenage travels. "She was a rambler, too. And despite raising four kids on her own, she finished her master's degree when I was in sixth grade – and she was also a volunteer firefighter. Though we didn't have a lot of money, we didn't really need it, and I saw few limitations because of it."
For several years, summers became Jay's season of exploration. In the back of his truck, Jay carried tools, a bike and backpacking gear. He did odd jobs, mostly landscaping and remodeling, to earn pocket money on the road. He'd stay with far-flung relatives when he could or simply camp out in state parks or on the side of the highway. He learned pretty quickly that the best spots to camp in any given small town was in front of the courthouse or the police station – people just wouldn't mess with you there.
But Jay also wanted to get away from people. To see places far removed from factories, strip malls and cookie-cutter housing developments.
To that end, Jay possessed a confidence in the wild, on his own, that few teenagers, few people of any age, have or ever get. When he was 17, on one of his summer meanderings, he decided to backpack alone in the Rockies. He wanted to test himself and do a solo summit.
The park rangers, shaking their heads in disbelief, warned a bright-eyed Jay about the dangers of hiking alone. Jay, who possessed an independent streak that would make even lightning look dim, was undeterred. But once in the wilderness, alone on the trail for the first time, fear did creep in.
"I have to admit I was a little afraid," Jay laughs. "You hear stories about mountain lions and bears. But I kept going."
And going.
By the time Jay ended up in that hide in the African jungle, he had logged countless hours of solitary pursuit in the wild. And whatever fear Jay had of things that go bump in the night had disappeared, replaced by a fascination and deep respect for how creatures live in their environments.
"Nature is not a nasty thing with teeth ready to kill you," Jays explains. "This may sound a little macho, but there are not that many things in the forest to worry about. You operate in the environment because you're just another animal in that environment. It's not like it's against you – that's a completely modern, human idea. So, once that switch is flipped in your mind and you trust in yourself that you'll make the right decision when you need to, you then stop worrying about everything. It may seem weird, but you come to this realization when you're out there a lot."
That realization was especially poignant one day in the desert outside of Las Vegas. Working for the U.S. Geological Survey's Biological Resources Division, Jay, who graduated with a degree in biology, was studying a population of chuckwallas, a kind of desert lizard. The closest town was about 80 miles away on dirt roads, and he was hiking alone to a basalt canyon. One moment it wasn't there, and then it was. Without breaking stride, Jay stepped over a slithering rattlesnake and kept going. No sweat.
A few minutes later, he was struck by his lack of reaction, his utter calm. And then he thought about what if he fell and got hurt in the canyon. "I told myself," Jay remembers, "that I'll just deal with it. I'm a human man, essentially as high on the food chain as any animal can be. You can't live in fear of the what-ifs, but you can live with the assurance that whatever comes your way, you'll deal with it."
His Sole Experience
Deal with it? How do you deal with a drill monkey? You shoot it – that's how.
If you're a local on Equatorial Guinea's Bioko Island, living near the territory of drill monkeys, that's most likely your reaction to someone espousing the virtues of this endangered animal. For farmers, they're a nuisance, eating and trampling crops. For some, they're a boogeyman in the jungle. Vicious. Dangerous. And for many others, they're a staple of the food culture. Simply delicious.
"A lot of locals still eat bushmeat pretty regularly," Jay points out, "although it's most likely for special events. Think of it as their cake. Imagine a campaign in the United States where you try to get people off of cake. Monkey, like cake, has such a positive association for many of them – it's expensive; therefore, special, and it's this thing you go to the market to get to celebrate this good time in your life."
Jay learned these lessons while studying another endangered species, leatherback sea turtles. That's why he was in this Western African country in the first place – as part of a research team with the Bioko Biodiversity Protection Program. They were there studying the turtle's population dynamics, making health assessments and working with locals on wildlife conservation issues. Each evening, they started working at 10 p.m. and would go to 3 a.m., some nights pulling data on the animals until 6:00 the next morning. Therefore, Jay had some down time during the day, and his explorer's itch needed scratching.
He would walk the beaches, trash picking for supplies. He probably scoured 20 miles of beach to find the timbers to build a raised platform for his tent. This was a priority for Jay since he had spent nearly all of his life's money on camera equipment before coming to Africa. "I had all of this camera gear that I didn't want to rot," Jay says. "And I wanted really nice circulation in the tent."
With his camera in hand, Jay padded into the jungle. Oh yeah, by this point, Jay had gone native, so to speak.
"It's an Old World forest on Bioko," Jay explains. "In the Lowcountry, however, if you walk in the woods and let everything brush up against you, you're going to be sorry. So, the first few weeks on Bioko I was very cautious. I didn't let anything touch me. And then I talked with the locals, and you realize it's a very inviting forest."
Jay accepted the forest's invitation. He no longer wore shoes. His uniform: swim trunks. He carried a knife with him at all times – primarily for splitting firewood, cleaning fish and skinning the occasional snake that had wandered into the trap of hunters of whom he had befriended.
"It's a great feeling to stand in the middle of the forest," Jay observes, "to feel the soil under your feet, the leaves against your skin and know that the human form in its simplest was meant to be a part of this grand existence just as much as any other animal."
In his conversations with his research team and native Equatorial Guineans, he learned much about the island's flora and fauna. And he was quick to take his camera into the jungle to capture the exotic and photogenic.
One of the stories that struck him was about a team of National Geographic photojournalists that had blitzed Bioko Island in 2008 in an effort to capture in image the vast array of creatures living in this setting rich in biodiversity. Despite their best efforts, one of the animals they did not photograph in the wild was the drill monkey. They were only able to take pictures of those hunted and being sold, dead and alive, in the markets of Malabo, the country's capital.
Jay found out that the drill monkey population had declined by a third between 1986 and 2006. And he knew that time was running out on this species.
"The drill was this kind of unicorn," Jays says. "Everybody knew about it, but no one had really seen it. The stories I would hear always sounded like this: 'One time, three years ago, I heard one and I saw the bushes move.' I was fascinated, learning its ecology, its endangered status, all of the threats facing it. It was so desperate. An animal no one really ever sees is about to be gone forever! So, I thought, I would like to see it while I'm here."
Jay, his curiosity piqued and his competitive fire stoked (who wouldn't want to take pictures of something that National Geographic failed to get?), focused his biologist's training and his wilderness tracking skills on finding this unicorn with opposable thumbs.
Clearly, Jay was not some innocent going into the jungle. He had tracked plenty of animals, both large and small, for work and for fun. As a conservation biologist in the desert, he had trailed gila monsters, chuckwallas and desert tortoises. In eastern North Carolina, he had been a field crew leader searching for rare marsh birds. Along the coastline, he studied loggerhead turtles. And on his own, in the Black Hills of South Dakota, he had even followed the tracks of a mountain lion to its day bed.
Jay knew he would find the drill monkey. It was just a matter of when.
No Monkey Business
I can't believe I wasn't there, Jay said to himself.
For weeks, Jay had been looking – and looking – trying to pinpoint a good location. He had discovered tracks and other telltale signs of drill monkey activity, such as scat, half-eaten fruit and scratched-up roots. He had found a spot along a stream with a large fig tree that he thought might be one of their habitual feeding grounds.
After working until 3 a.m., he would try to get about two hours of sleep and then hike a kilometer into the jungle in order to be there by 5 a.m., just before dawn. He would sit there, usually for five hours, waiting, listening and waiting some more.
A colleague on the leatherback turtle research team expressed interest in seeing what preoccupied Jay so much every morning. While others jogged on the beach, made crafts and pined for the comforts of home, Jay was away: a Captain Ahab mixed with a Mr. Kurtz. So, Jay drew a map in the sand and sent his friend to his favorite spot.
"He came back later and told me he saw it – a drill running into the bush," Jay says. "I was so upset. I had been checking that river spot every day for weeks."
Jay's disappointment at not being the first to spot the drills did not last long. I know where they are now, he thought. Let's go.
Jay built a blind out of an old fishing net and branches and vines cut from the jungle canopy in order to cover his scent. He situated it across the stream and down wind from the general area he thought the drills would most likely congregate.
For a week, he sat there. Just sat there. And nothing. But on one morning, a blue kingfisher landed on his blind and chirped its morning song. A very tired Jay tried to shoo it away, but it wouldn't leave. And it wouldn't let him drift off to sleep either. Fine, I'm up, Jay conceded. And then a few seconds later, he saw them – the drills emerging from the jungle and making their way to the stream.
He was awestruck. They were beautiful. More beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Without breaking his gaze, he lifted his camera up. Focused. And pressed the button. The click of the shutter was like a gunshot. And the drills bolted back into the jungle. What they left behind, however, was a changed Justin Jay: the moment of discovery so intense that Jay had a new purpose.
For the next few weeks, Jay spent hours in that hide, capturing video and still images of the drill monkeys in their natural habitat. Jay made no pretenses of becoming a Jane Goodall, cuddling and wrestling with these monkeys. He knew if the monkeys became comfortable with him and, by extension, other humans, that their relaxed instinct was a death sentence. To survive, the drills needed to be ever vigilant. And for him, concealment meant gathering new knowledge and accurate data of a species rarely seen in the wild.
"When I was in that hide, realizing that I was getting footage that no one had ever gotten before, I knew that this is exactly where I needed to be," Jays says. "I knew that out of the entire world, in this particular time in my life, I needed to be right here, sitting down on this log, in this hide, in the rain. This is where I belong. There's nothing I could do that could be more productive, that could be more fulfilling. I am doing something I should be doing."
That clarity of purpose led Jay to establish the Drill Project, a conservation initiative aimed at conducting scientific research and providing educational resources to save the endangered drill monkeys. For the past two winters, Jay has worked in Equatorial Guinea, recording the drills in their natural habitat and networking with government officials and local leaders about this project. His first objective, in partnership with the National University of Equatorial Guinea in Malabo and Drexel University in Philadelphia, is to produce a documentary with the footage he has shot and to inform locals about this rare animal, which the International Union for Conservation of Nature has listed as "the highest conservation priority of all African primates."
"This film is part of a whole campaign of awareness about drills," Jay says. "It's a film for the locals. It will be told in Spanish, the country's official language, and narrated by native Equatorial Guineans. The country, as a whole, has little trust for international journalists and scientists, who continually bring attention to all that is wrong with the country. And there's a lot wrong. However, they don't need another outside voice critiquing them. It won't work. And for this species to be saved, we need to do what will work."
Jay hopes to have his film ready to air in Equatorial Guinea by next fall, and already, BBC executives are talking to him about incorporating his rare footage in their own programming. And while all of this is very exciting and the prospects very promising to Jay, it doesn't even come close to the charge he gets being out in the wild, sitting in that hide.
"It's so intense," Jay smiles, thinking of the five hours he would spend daily in his hide. "Your senses are heightened. You're always alert, looking around and listening to every sound. It's pure adrenaline when that animal finally comes in front of you – even more so when your equipment is in focus, with the right exposure and you actually get good footage."
Therein lies the answer to why this barefooted biologist sits alone in the jungle.
For Justin Jay, who revels in the present moment and the kinetic beauty of the wilderness, life – his, yours, a monkey's – is precious and worth saving. And believing that to his core, Jay will do everything he can to ensure that at least this one endangered species is not relegated to the past tense – that the drill monkey will not become a museum object collecting dust next to the dodo display.


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NBC moves Seth Meyers to 'Late Night,' revamps prime time lineup
NBC has confirmed that "Saturday Night Live" long-timer Seth Meyers will take over as host of the network's "Late Night" next year, when Jimmy Fallon takes "The Tonight Show" from Jay Leno.
NBC waited until Sunday afternoon -- just a few hours before releasing its new prime-time schedule to the news media -- to confirm months of speculation about Meyers. With the announcement, the network hoped Monday's chatter would be about late-night TV -- which NBC still dominates -- rather than prime time, where the network has collapsed whenever Sunday football and "The Voice" take breathers.
In prime time, NBC has decided to give a James Spader action thriller the coveted post-"Voice" time slot. NBC also hopes that family comedies starring Sean Hayes, Mike O'Malley and Michael J. Fox can resuscitate its Thursday nights -- and hopes Dracula and Blackbeard can revive its Fridays -- but hasn't made up its mind about keeping Donald Trump or Hannibal Lecter.
Last Friday, NBC canceled virtually all its prime-time series in comedy -- a genre in which the network was once considered the gold standard -- as well as several big-ticket dramas, including "Smash," and the newsmag "Rock Center."
On Sunday afternoon, only "Parks and Recreation" and "Community" survived NBC's comedy purge. Those shows were joined by just five returning dramas: "Grimm," "Parenthood," "Law & Order: SVU," "Revolution" and "Chicago Fire."
NBC said Sunday that it will decide whether to pick up another season of "Hannibal" in the next few weeks -- as well as whether to order more of Trump's "Celebrity Apprentice." Neither program was on the prime-time slate that NBC unveiled Sunday.
As expected, "The Voice" is back, on Mondays and Tuesdays. It will be followed by "The Blacklist," in which Spader stars as an ex-government agent who is one of the FBI's most-wanted fugitives.
Dick Wolf's sophomore "Chicago Fire" is being moved to Tuesdays at 10 to benefit from a "Voice" lead-in at 9; "The Voice" follows "The Biggest Loser."
After NBC's coverage of the 2014 Winter Olympics, Tuesday's "The Voice" shifts back to 8, so NBC can launch two comedies off of it: a reboot of the Hugh Grant flick "About a Boy" and "The Family Guide," about a blind dad who finally gets a guide dog.
The network really needs to rebuild its comedy brand, NBC Entertainment Chairman Bob Greenblatt acknowledged in Sunday's announcement.
On Wednesdays, imagine "Revolution" at 8, followed by "Law & Order: SVU" at 9, leading into a reboot of "Ironside," starring Blair Underwood in the paralyzed-cop role made famous in the '70s by Raymond Burr.
NBC will attempt to broaden its Thursday comedy audience with a family slate that's sure to make TV critics unhappy.
That lineup includes "Welcome to the Family," starring Mike O'Malley and Mary McCormack as parents of a high-schooler who gets pregnant by a Hispanic teen, which, NBC says, upsets the guy's parents because "they now have Caucasians in the family."
"Family" will be followed by Hayes's new sitcom, "Sean Saves the World," and then "The Michael J. Fox Show," in which the former "Family Ties" star plays a news anchor who put his career on hold to spend more time with the family after receiving a diagnosis of Parkinson's disease.
Friday is Genre Night at NBC next season, with "Grimm" airing at 9, followed by "Dracula," starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers, at 10 in the fall and, in spring, "Crossbones," with John Malkovich as the infamous Blackbeard. The newsmagazine "Dateline" is the warm-up act, at 8.
On Saturday, NBC returns "Rerun Theatre."
On Sunday, after football season, NBC has decided that it's time for "big dramas again," Greenblatt said in Sunday's announcement.
Setting aside "Dateline" at 7 p.m. and a home-renovation reality competition show called "American Dream Builders" at 8, what Greenblatt means is that NBC will debut J.J. Abrams's new "Believe" at 9, followed by the new "Crisis" at 10.
"Believe" is about a little orphan girl named Bo who has mastered levitation, telekinesis, forecasting and the ability to control nature. Her guardians, a.k.a. True Believers, want to safeguard her from harmful outsiders who would use her for personal gain -- like the programming suits at HLN. Or Lifetime.
Anyway, the True Believers decide to spring -- from death row -- a wrongfully convicted felon to take care of her. What could go wrong there?
"Crisis," in which POTUS's son is among those kidnapped during a school field trip, stars Dermot Mulroney. That is not to be confused with CBS's new "Hostages," whose cast includes Dylan McDermott -- the show about a doctor who has to operate on POTUS, except that she gets distracted when her husband and kids get kidnapped.
In conclusion, Greenblatt said: "This is the most robust and highest-testing slate of new shows we have had in years."


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– Researchers from Mount Sinai School of Medicine have found a new mechanism that explains why a certain gene mutation causes craniofrontonasal syndrome (CFNS), a disorder that causes cleft palate and other malformations in the face, brain, and skeleton. Cleft palate affects one of every 1,000 newborns. The research is published in the September 15 issue of Genes & Development.
Previous research has shown that a mutation in a gene called ephrin-B1 caused abnormalities in facial development, but researchers were uncertain of how. Philipe M. Soriano, PhD, Professor, Developmental and Regenerative Biology, and Jeffrey O. Bush, PhD, Postdoctoral Fellow, Developmental and Regenerative Biology, both at Mount Sinai School of Medicine, studied mice embryos that were genetically engineered to have a mutation in the ephrin-B1 gene. They determined that ephrin-B1 controls craniofacial development by signaling cells to multiply. When there is a mutation in this gene, it causes anomalies in the cell proliferation process.
"Common thinking has been that ephrin-B1 only guided cells in craniofacial development," said Dr. Soriano. "We were surprised to learn that, instead, this gene signals for cells to multiply, providing us with a clear understanding of why craniofacial development is abnormal when a mutation is present."
Drs. Bush and Soriano also wanted to determine why females with one normal copy of the ephrin-B1 gene are more severely malformed than males who have no copy of the gene at all. They found that female mice embryos with this type of mutation had a so-called "mosaic" cell proliferation, meaning cell multiplication is disrupted in some areas while developing normally in others. This creates abnormal craniofacial development.
"Craniofacial anomalies are among the most common human birth defect," said Dr. Bush. "Our findings represent a critical step forward in understanding how cleft palate and other malformations develop, and will hopefully bring us closer to finding ways to prevent or treat these abnormalities."
Drs. Bush and Soriano plan to study ephrin-B1 further by identifying which molecules work in conjunction with it and how. Gaining a further understanding of the signaling mechanisms of this gene will likely lead to designing prevention and treatment strategies.
About The Mount Sinai Medical Center
The Mount Sinai Medical Center encompasses both The Mount Sinai Hospital and Mount Sinai School of Medicine. Established in 1968, Mount Sinai School of Medicine is one of few medical schools embedded in a hospital in the United States. It has more than 3,400 faculty in 32 departments and 15 institutes, and ranks among the top 20 medical schools both in National Institute of Health funding and by U.S. News & World Report. The school received the 2009 Spencer Foreman Award for Outstanding Community Service from the Association of American Medical Colleges.
The Mount Sinai Hospital, founded in 1852, is a 1,171-bed tertiary- and quaternary-care teaching facility and one of the nation's oldest, largest and most-respected voluntary hospitals. In 2009, U.S. News & World Report ranked The Mount Sinai Hospital among the nation's top 20 hospitals based on reputation, patient safety, and other patient-care factors. Nearly 60,000 people were treated at Mount Sinai as inpatients last year, and approximately 530,000 outpatient visits took place.


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Apple Engineer Recalls the iPhone's Birth
Jobs's Ultimatum: Lay Out a Vision Fast or Lose the Project
In February 2005, Apple Inc.'s then chief executive, Steve Jobs, gave senior software engineer Greg Christie an ultimatum.
Mr. Christie's team had been struggling for months to lay out the software vision for what would become the iPhone as well as how the parts would work together. Now, Mr. Jobs said the team had two weeks or he would assign the project to another group.