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Sunday, December 21, 2008
In Which A Champion Falls...
I'm not a fan of December. I guess that's mostly because it reminds me that the year is coming to an end. And in general, I don't like endings. Of a good book, or a good movie, or something infinitely more significant.
It happened back in the summer, but I was just made to face an ending this past week, when my brother sent me the last issue of the Argus-Champion, the weekly newspaper of the region in New Hampshire where my family is from, and where my brother still lives. The Argus was one of the oldest newspapers in the area, having been printed more or less continuously since 1823. But now it's dead, its end brought about by rising paper and postal costs and a falling subscriber base. It's a familiar story, one that has happened to a lot more robust publications this year, I can tell you, but this one has a particular sting to it.
It was the first newspaper I ever read on a regular basis. When I was growing up, no matter where we lived, my parents always kept their Argus-Champion subscription current and I looked forward to getting a new (if slightly outdated) copy in the mail every week to 10 days. When I was 9 or 10, it was one of the publications I would read to my Mom while she ironed, alternating between the paper and the monthly magazines she subscribed to.
But I particularly enjoyed the Argus, not just because it reminded me of home (and no matter where we lived, we always thought of New Hampshire as home), but because it mentioned people and places I knew about. In addition to a news column from each town in the region it covered, the paper also ran a column called "As We Were," which featured news from the Argus's archives, going back a year, 10 years, 25 years, and even 100 years ago, and very occasionally, an old, long-dead relative of mine would pop up in that column, and it was always surprising and thrilling when that happened, as though the old fellow had got up and wandered down from Cemetery Hill to see what was new in town.
Hearing news about the hometown, both past and present, helped connect me to that place in a way that's not easy to describe today, but I treasured the paper for giving me that connection, just as much as I treasured the black smudges and sharp inky smell the paper left on my fingers after reading it. It fueled the imagination. It gave you a sense of industry.
To be sure, in those days the paper was a cheap rag of only a few pages, with a staff of writers whose talents were mediocre at best. By the time I was in 8th grade, I was copyediting the thing in my head, finding errors of grammar, and spelling, and sometimes even judgment and common sense. But I loved that, too. In its way, the paper gave me early and important encouragement, not to mention a sense of ego as a writer, a sense I might not have otherwise found without it.
The Argus was also special to me because it ran my first essay, a little item I dashed off to them one snowy weekend when I was home from college. Up 'til then, the only places I'd been published were in my school papers and in one obscure historical society newsletter. But this was my first real clip because the Argus was a real paper, for all its faults (which included, sadly, misspelling my byline). When I got the paper that first week of April in 1987 and saw that they had put my piece square in the center of the Op-Ed page, I felt nothing but pure pride. Of course, I didn't get paid for the piece, so pride was pretty much my only compensation.
Like most small weeklies, the Argus was perpetually cash-strapped, which is why I never worked for them, although I was offered a chance to spend the summer of 1988 as their unpaid intern. I needed the experience, but experience wasn't going to pay my last year of tuition in college, so I went with the paying gig. I can't fairly say that I regretted the choice, but every so often since then I've found myself wondering "What if?" Usually that only happened when I would come home and see the paper on the newsstand, or open a box from my parents and find that the only packing material they used were wads of crumpled-up pages from the Argus.
I used to smooth out and read those pages, one by one, going through the ritual of looking for names I knew, always apprehensive and ever-so-slightly nervous until I found some. Which is fitting, of course. When you read the paper of record for the place you're from, it would be a terrible journalistic breach not to see your people catalogued there. After all, a weekly like the Argus was a newspaper in name only. You did not read the Argus for events of the day. You did not read it for what you didn't know, but for what you did. You read it for the birth announcement of your first child. You read it for your parents' obituaries. You read it for a confirmation of the life you lived and the people you lived it with.
And now it's gone.
I'll still get the news from home, of course. My brother will call me every week or so and fill me in, but it won't be same. He'll satisfy my every curiosity about the town and the townsfolk, but it won't be the same.
When I hang up, I'll put a hand to my face, and that's when I'll notice it--the absence of the sharp smell of newsprint.
That won't be all that's missing.
Rest in peace, Argus-Champion. Your readers surely miss you.
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Let's pull our head out of the digital publishing world for a bit and take an insightful look-see into what happened to the three-dimensional physical publishing world after hurricane Sandy came crashing through New York on 29th October 2012.
This takes you right through the flooded streets and publishing offices in New York and lets us peek into a little decision-making RE The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal among others.
Adweek article by Lucia Moses:
Publishing World Muddles Through Storm
Sandy wreaks havoc on city's dailies
It was a storm even the most prepared media companies couldn't totally anticipate. Hurricane Sandy stymied efforts by The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal this morning to deliver to Manhattanites who still prefer the ink-on-paper version (assuming customers even had light to read it by), while the storm's aftermath disrupted many of the major publishing houses.
The storm's timing, along with road, tunnel and bridge closures, prevented the Times from getting into Manhattan from its College Point, N.Y., plant, although deliveries were made to parts of Long Island, Queens and Brooklyn.
The Times gets about one-third of its circulation from New York state, or some 236,842 copies.
"We are making every effort to distribute as transportation issues improve," a spokeswoman said.
There was no home delivery of the Journal in Manhattan and only a limited number of single copies made it to newsstands, a rep there said.
Those with Internet access could still get information online from the Times as well as The Wall Street Journal, which lowered their paywalls today for the second day in a row so readers could get storm and recovery information. A Journal rep said WSJ.com would be free again on Wednesday.
The storm has had varying effects on other publishing houses, which remained closed or advised employees to work from home for the second day in a row today.
Dennis Publishing's The Week had to set up shop in a conference room at a Residence Inn across the street from its offices in order to meet its Wednesday press deadline. "Our entire edit team had to hand-carry their computers and servers down five flights of stairs," president Steven Kotok emailed. "We rebuilt the servers in the hotel conference room."
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Boris Smelov biography from The State Hermitage Museum (taken from The State Hermitage 2009 retrospective of Smelov's work):
Photographer Boris Smelov (1951-1998) became a legend of St. Petersburg's photography during his lifetime. He was a living classic who evoked veneration from all who were somewhat connected to the art of 'photography'. Critics and professional photographers unanimously acknowledged Boris Smelov as one of the best European masters of photography. The image of St. Petersburg that he created is not only high quality photographs but, undoubtedly, the most eloquent utterance ever said about that city at the end of the last century, the utterance that can be equal to Brodsky's poetry in its significance. His Apollo from the series of photographs of the Summer Garden sculptures is a photo of a proud marble profile of the ancient god with trickling raindrops and a crawling spider. This photo was reproduced repeatedly and became a symbol of St Petersburg culture of the end of the twentieth century, a symbol that was so rich in content and significance that it could tell more about Petersburg - Petrograd - Leningrad - St. Petersburg than the most solid collected papers from research conferences.
Creative work of Boris Smelov is a valuable and bright phenomenon of Petersburg culture between 1970s and 1990s. It is connected with Petersburg, it is dedicated to Petersburg, but at the same time deprived of local history narrow-mindedness. His works can be compared with the most artistic models of the world photography such as works of Cartier-Bresson, Doyen and Curtis.
Smelov is an artist who stands at the brink of the centuries, he is a domestic artist who at the same time stands at the level of the highest achievements of international photography displaying the connection between the relatively new art of photography and traditional art, in the first place traditional art of St. Petersburg, an international city by essence. Photography is a discovery of the nineteenth century. It changed and determined world perception of a modern man more than any other discovery. A photograph can create a consecutive chain of moments defining nervous pulse of a city life.
Each photo work is not just a simple document, it is the embodiment of what lies deep down in our consciousness and what comes only in our dreams and fantasies, for reminiscence is a form of fantasy. Accidental moments interlace with one another making an important message, a whole text about the city, its unique expressiveness that might be more whole and significant than its immutable immovable monuments. In the pungency of experiencing such moments torn out of the time flow one can feel the unique fragrance of Boris Smelov's art, which he himself called 'intuitive photography'. In his case intuition, however, is always accompanied by accurate and precise reckoning of intellect.
Boris Smelov did not photograph specifics of real Leningrad and it would even be perfunctory to say that he was trying to catch the phantom of Petersburg in his photographs. His Petersburg is not just a city it is a City with the capital letter. It has something relating to the City image of another great photographer, Parisian of the twentieth century Eugene Atget, to whom Smelov was very close as appeared. Unexpected angle of Boris Smelov's photographs gives a new meaning to the familiar common places - the city is not a frozen text anymore. It enters into discussion with the spectator, communicating something new and unexpected, be it a magical light coming from the inside of St Isaac's Cathedral rhyming with the glowing lonely window in the wall that towers above the snow-covered roofs, or tired silhouettes of random passengers against the background of Neva panorama that is seen through the windows of an evening tram.
The name of Smelov is well-known to photographers, collectors, critics and historians of photography. Today any more or less famous Petersburg photographer has not eluded his influence. This is a generally recognized fact. He was represented at various exhibitions during his lifetime as well as after his death. It is impossible not to mention him when talking about Petersburg photography, however, until now there was not a single large-scale museum exhibition dedicated to his work, not a single album dedicated only to him was published. The exhibition presented in the Hermitage is the evidence of recognition of this outstanding master whose talent is appreciated at its true value.


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Arthur Blythe,the LA/San Diego free jazz sax player,passed away on March 25th this year at the age of 76 due to complications from Parkisons disease. The only reason I am aware of him comes from a question to my father. It was about the last jazz album he brought before I was born. And it was Blythe's 1979 album Lenox Avenue Breakdown. His recording career started comparatively late,similar to the also recently passed vocalist Al Jarreau. His group in the late 70's was also a major training ground for a new generation of free jazz musicians such as guitarist James Blood Ulmer.
Not being an academic jazz writer,the best way for me to write about the more acoustic styles of jazz would be based on the feeling and sound they convey. Arthur Blythe's music came across to me as being very similar in flavor to how Miles Davis approached his music during its electric period-strong rhythmic foundation but with a more abstract,free jazz compositional style. Blythe and his group seemed to be doing something similar but more acoustically. One song that best exemplifies that musical attitude is the title song to the album Lenox Avenue Breakdown.
Jack DeJohnette's drums get the groove going with some hard swinging-with Ulmer and bassist Cecil McBee's interaction keeping up with James Newton's melodically bluesy flute. Newton and Blythe really let loose with their reed fanfarring after that,and just before each solo section of the song as well. The first solo is an extremely intense one from Blythe-flying into the higher registers with DeJohnette and Ulmer following along with his intensity. Next up is Newton's extremely atonal flute solo-following by Bob Stewart's bouncing tuba solo before that reed fanfare brings it all to a halt.
Arthur Blythe had been a member of the The Underground Musicians and Artists Association in the mid 60's. And he began his recording career under the name 'Black Arthur Blythe" to maintain his strong ethnic identification. His playing on the song "Lenox Avenue Breakdown" is filled with that passion,but is very clean in tone. This actually adds to its power. The aggressive loudness and emphasis on solos actually adds a bit of a rock feeling to the free funk-jazz atmosphere of the song. Its taken me some years to really get into the song. But its a strong musical statement from Arthur Blythe.


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This year I was fortunate enough to enjoy a birthday weekend break in The Lakes with my lovely family. Regular readers will be familiar with my longstanding love affair with The Lakes, so needless to say- I was more than excited to head up to Keswick for a long weekend surrounded by nature and family with nothing more on my 'to do' list than to kick back and relax. Here are a few pics (it was hard to whittle down to just a few) and recommendations from my birthday weekend break in The Lakes…
Stay: We stayed at the Keswick Lodge Retreat. Keswick Reach Lodge Retreat is a brand new holiday resort with luxury holiday lodges recently opened by Darwin Escapes in the Lake District. We were really impressed with our lodge. With three double bedrooms both with ensuite bathrooms and a main family bathroom, a large living area, well equipped kitchen and decked terrace with views out to the countryside, it was hard not to be impressed (it even had a wine fridge?!)
The main reception building on the resort housed the Ammara Spa with sauna and Jacuzzi with an extensive menu of treatments including nails, waxing, massage and 'pamper packages'. There was also a modest shop stocking all the essentials and the Copper Fells Restaurant that had a lovely bar overlooking the surrounding hills.
Visit: The Lingholme Estate, kitchen and walled garden are situated on the Western Shore of Derwentwater in a dramatic location surrounded by incredible views of the best loved Lakeland fells. We took a 20minute drive from the Keswick Lodge Retreat to spend a relaxing day at Derwentwater and explore the Lingholme Estate.
On approach to The Lingholme Estate the drive is through deep, luscious woodland. Once on foot, the property is very impressive with a winding path over a small river, there's a rather cute gang of Alpacas just waiting to be petted and fed.
Unlike many places in The Lakes The Lingholme Estate is still very much a hidden gem. The stunning café looks out over the octagonal Victorian walled garden. The café serves up breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea with lots of locally sourced ingredients. Inside the café there's also a lovely gift shop and gallery space.
After a pit stop at the café for a takeout drink we strolled through the walled kitchen garden (which was magnificent) then made our way down the lakes edge for a picnic.
Derwent Water is one of the principal bodies of water in the Lake District National Park. Measuring approximately 3 miles by 1 mile wide Derwent water is pretty a impressive sight, you can hire boats, kayaks and canoes from the small marina just a short walk along the lakes edge from the Lingholm Estate and enjoy a sail out on the water. It's just so beautiful!
During our trip I was very excited to hear that the Lake District has been awarded UNESCO world heritage site status, meaning its beauty will be preserved for future generations to come.
What a fabulous birthday weekend break.
"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her" -W.Wordsworth
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Like a sore tooth I have been tonguing the problem of Teacher Leadership for about a year now. It is a worrisome thing.
It started last year when Arne Duncan launched his Teach to Lead program at the now annual Teaching and Learning Conference in Washington, D.C. (I plan to visit the education luminaries again this March 14. Hate to miss out on all the noshing but feel a bit at arm's length from this fete. Too many commercials?)
To say that I am suspicious would be to describe an essential character trait. I am pretty much always suspicious, not trusting that which is relentlessly sold. I make a bad salesman since I can even find the holes in my own arguments. Perhaps it is why journalism appealed to me as an undergrad.
So when Duncan launched the program, with little funding behind it, I thought "Well let's just see about that." Still, ever the hopeful compromiser, I accepted the invitation to receive Teach to Lead emails, visited the website, and watched from a twitter distance the three Teach to Lead Summits held to date.
This and the Teaching Ambassador Fellowship still bother me.
There are some hopeful signs that this is a serious movement: There is a long list of supporters on the Teach to Lead website, groups that have resonance with teachers.
The TAF (as the fellows refer to themselves) argue that they are being taken seriously at the DOE, though you couldn't tell it by me. The DOE's official statement surrounding the reauthorization of No Child Left Behind law has too much emphasis on testing and measuring teacher effectiveness by student test scores. If there is teacher voice in this policy, I'm not hearing it.
There are other issues that nag. The Teach to Lead ning exhorts exemplary teachers to do what they have always done: come up with new ideas on a shoestring and commit their own resources of time and energy beyond the school day to fail or succeed on their own. Some of us have done this for years and know just how wearing it can be. If anything, this is a chief driver of teacher burnout: doing what is right without the official endorsement of both time and money. Teacher as saviour once again.
But no, it's something else that is nagging me. Perhaps it has to do with how I have been both led and hope to lead with fellow teachers.
The source of my unease seems to stem from this: All of these initiatives still have the bitter taste of top-down management.
In all discussions Teacher Leaders are often referred to as elevated. The anointed ones speak of the jealousy of their peers when one teacher is lifted above the others. In all the rhetoric, it appears that Teacher Leadership is now another rung on a hierarchy which, in my opinion, is the very root of systemic problems in educating youth. The model implies that some leaders must move aside to make room for more leaders, some of whom will be Master Teachers. Oh you lucky few.
This is a mistake.
Top heaviness does not work. It creates a steady drip, drip of initiatives that rarely, if ever, create real change in instruction. That much the last decade must have proven, if nothing else. It also implies that only some teachers can be good enough--something I don't believe about teachers or students. The hierarchy itself is both fate and predestination. Fait accompli. It constricts rather than expands.
Like education itself, the spark and hunger for change must be ignited within the teacher so that transformation in thinking and subsequently transformation in instruction occurs. It may sound like magic, but there are models for this that work.
We do know how to facilitate this kind of change in both teachers and students. (See Finland, see Singapore, see soon-to-be China...)
The workplace must reflect the same model that the best teachers create in their classrooms: collaborative think tanks where sharing is encouraged and expected. Education, after all, is an inside-out process--not the other way around.
Like many of my peers, I did not learn how to ignite that spark in my students from management. I found it outside the regimented structures. All of the transformational learning that occurred in my teaching came from a single source: other teachers.
I found my first mentors alongside me at work, trusted teachers who led me to the clear refreshing water of understanding and owning my own work--all outside of the workplace. The first long drink came in the National Writing Project Summer Institute where we examined our work and thought deeply about teaching and its goals. Then I engaged in the self-study of the National Board process--then online in Nings and twitter chats and two engaging listserves: the Center for Teaching Quality list (now the CTQ Collaboratory) and the Advanced Placement English listserve. I go back to these sources over and over because continual learning with peers is invigorating, alive, and intellectually fulfilling. It continually engages me in my work.
All of these experiences have one thing in common: committed teachers are brought together to discuss practice, to share, to problem solve, always with the work of students in front of us, coupled with trusted theoretical models. The learning is deep and personal and carries the ring of truth that a school system's program du jour does not.
If we really are to both lead and own our profession, it calls for a flatter structure that encourages collaborative grouping. It is through this that teacherS (capital S) will lead the profession, not an appointed Teacher Leader who is but one more bureaucratic administrator of teaching excellence.
My unease, I think (still questioning), stems from the idea that the term Teacher Leadership has been co-opted by the current structure into an elevated position handed over by the powers that be. Those who currently sit at the top of a hierarchy see only one methodology and, I fear, will defeat teacher leadership in the end.
True collaboration is invigorating, not defeating (the way official Teacher Leaders describe the response of their former peers). Leaders LEAD by invitation, modeling the joy of discovery and the pleasure in sharing a success, and then step aside to let the process drive the change. Like teaching itself, there is an egoless component, since the true goal is to achieve that satisfying moment when students take over and the leader is no longer needed.
This is where we should be headed: a profession that takes over for itself and does not need the endorsement of the ruling class.
Consider teacher leadership, lowercase.


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NJ State Council Women's Initiative invites all female Trout Unlimited members to an Open House on Saturday, June 1, 2013 from 1:00pm-4:00pm. Located at a private residence in Hampton, NJ, enjoy an afternoon with Women TU members on the Musconetcong River. Seasoned anglers bring your gear to fish, New to the sport consider bringing a friend to learn the basics of fly casting, river reading strategies, fly tying, gear information, and cold water conservation. Enjoy light refreshments and fish the evening hatch. Parking and restrooms available. Reserve your spot. Contact Kelly at firstname.lastname@example.com or call 201.669.2369.
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Rahway River Trout Unlimited is one of the newest New Jersey Trout Unlimited chapters. We are an organization of men and women that strive to protect our cold freshwater fisheries throughout the state. Our members meet once a month, discuss many topics from conservation to fishing. We also go on fishing trips throughout the year, conduct river cleanups, host fly tying events, and partake in many other activities. If you like fishing or just want to give back to the environment then RRTU is for you. So tell a friend, come on out and enjoy yourself, learn a few new things, meet some new fishing buddies, and perhaps even consider joining our Trout Unlimited Chapter - #155. We meet at the Cranford Community Center for our General meetings and Fly tying nights.
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Meeting with Mr Nicholas Manring – Consular Chief , US Consulate Chennai – 24 June 2014, Bangalore
There was a breakfast meeting of Amahcm member companies with the Consular Chief, U.S. Consulate Chennai, Mr. Nicholas Manring on 24 June 2014, on his last visit to Bangalore before he left India.
Mr. Sanjay Koul, Managing Director, Timken India & Chairman, Amcham Karnataka, thanked the Consular Chief for his constant support through the three years and wished him well on his next assignment. Mr. Amit Sharma, COO, IBM India; Mr. William Mcleave, Textron India; Mr. Manoj Menon, Morgan Stanley; were among others who attended the meeting.
The Amcham members shared their experiences with the Consulate and appreciated how much Mr. Manring and his team had streamlined processes, so getting a visa was not a challenge.


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Two AMSURG Centers Receive 'Guardian of Excellence Award' in Patient ExperienceSeptember 29, 2017
Phoenix Endoscopy in Phoenix, Arizona, and Westglen Endoscopy Center in Shawnee, Kansas, were awarded the Guardian of Excellence Award in Patient Experience on OAS CAHPS by Press Ganey. We want to honor and recognize the service and patient care delivered at these centers.
The Guardian of Excellence Award is given to organizations who achieve the 95th percentile or higher for the composite Overall Rating as compared to the overall Press Ganey database during the course of the award period, which goes through March 2017.
The centers will be recognized during the Press Ganey National Client Conference in November, as well as during the AMSURG Center Leader Conference in October. In addition, a trophy will be delivered to the centers from Press Ganey to commemorate the achievement.


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Originally published in Al Ahram 6 – 12 April 2006 Issue No. 789 Profile
Like Tahiya Carioca, Umm Kulthoum or indeed La Niña de los Peines, the world-renowned Oriental dancer and dance teacher Morocco has about her the indelible mark of a diva — strong willed, courageous and earthy. Her statements are made with an authority that springs as much from an inborn self-confidence as from the profound and wide-ranging experience to which it became subject. She has performed with her own troupe at, among other prestigious venues, the Lincoln Center; and has more recently used the questions-and-answers sessions as an opportunity to inform Westerners about Eastern culture: "I will open my mouth to speak as long as I go on living." Unassuming in appearance and profoundly generous of heart, she needs neither the flash-in-the-pan demeanour of many a contemporary performance artist nor the ladylike airs of her generation of women. Style is a word she would much rather apply to the physical language she enjoys speaking — that of dance — and into which her insights are so subtle they are likely to outdo those of even the most seasoned home-grown experts. For though a Roma gypsy of many tongues, a streetwise New Yorker and, perhaps more importantly, a well-rounded citizen of the world, Morocco remains, by birth, a cultural-geographical outsider to her vocation. Yet like newcomers to a language, Morocco has come to understand Oriental dance better and more precisely than its native speakers.
"We're going back a long way," she says when I ask about her connection with Oriental dance, the correct translation of raqs sharqi, "and it was by accident." Morocco makes a point of distinguishing between raqs sharqi and "belly dance", the latter being "an insulting misnomer used by a man named Sol Bloom, in 1893", who sought to promote his sensational shows using exotic, out-of-the-ordinary terminology. "I was a concert Flamenco dancer with the Ballet Español Ximenez Vargas," she begins, spinning a fascinating yarn of 1960 New York involving a Greek Orthodox priest particularly friendly with dancers, a Lebanese-Greek nightclub owner with a heavy accent, the long standing phonetic confusion between ballet and belly, and the need for a job — "to eat". As it turns out — and in more than an hour of Morocco speaking, there is not a moment of boredom or unpleasantness — this was a relatively late point in the course of her career. As a Spanish major enamoured of the culture, she encountered, at a party of the Spanish club she belonged to, an eight- or nine-year-old girl who could work miracles "with castanettes and a long dress with ruffles".
It was an as yet unfamiliar form of dance, but she was so compulsively drawn to it that, when she lost the phone number and address of that girl's dance instructor on the way to her first class, she bought a Spanish newspaper and scoured the classifieds for an alternative. "And there was an ad in that newspaper for a different teacher. I called that number, I went to see her. And that was the only day she ever had an ad in that paper. Her students bought it for her as a birthday present, she didn't even know it was there… I started taking classes in Flamenco, and then I realised that I liked this better than working as a translator or working as a teacher. So I decided to become a full-time Flamenco dancer. And the funny thing is, if I had gone to the teacher that I was supposed to go to in the beginning, I never would've been able to become a professional dancer, because she was a very bad teacher. It was just, you know, a hadia (gift) from God, that I lost the number and found that other number. But I didn't know then that I was going to become a professional dancer. It's just kismet."
Thus began the first of many tests of determination. This was a more precarious existence, economically speaking. It was a profession on which her family was far from keen. "On my father's side my granduncle was a violinist. But my father was a policeman, my mother was an executive secretary. And it seemed to be associated with all manner of mashakel, as Morocco herself puts it: problems. Yet her commercial translation work had proved mind-numbing. More significantly, as it turned out, in the late 1950s and early 1960s working as a dancer at a New York nightclub was, ironically, safer for a young woman than doing simultaneous interpretation for the UN, where ageing officials were constantly proffering attentions as unsolicited as they were, understandably, unwanted. Eventually Morocco travelled to the country after which she was to name herself, searching for the Berber roots of Spanish dance among the Houara Berbers of the Middle Atlas. The first of many such voyages, this was a journey Morocco had not been sure she had it in her to undertake, relying as she did on a loan from her by now resigned, if still reluctant mother, and suspicious that it would fall through till the moment she boarded the plane. By the time she heeded the priest's call, indeed, and though she knew nothing of the sharp turn her career was about to take, dancing had become her passion and driving force, bound up with both identity and survival. For, with remarkable courage, Morocco was bent not only on practising dance but on making a living out of it. It is one feat she has most certainly achieved: "I've been earning my living as a dancer and a teacher and a master seminar teacher for over 45 years just in Oriental dance and from Flamenco for two years before then. That's how I live."
Teaching started almost as soon as practising, because it was a relatively easy way to make money and to promote a relatively new art form, especially since "at that time in New York restaurants and clubs, if you were a good girl, nobody bothered you"; it was, in other words, "very protected". Starting in 1961, she was teaching regular classes almost continually; she did not open her own school until 1976, but since 1965, "I was teaching in somebody else's school and I was teaching at a university". She says she can't compare Flamenco to Sharqi because "it's kind of like Cajun French in New Orleans; the French people who settled there in 1500s and the 1600s speak a very different language from Parisian French. At one moment the language froze and went one way, whereas in France it went a whole other way. Flamenco came from the Moors, but because Ferdinand and Isabella threw out first the Arabs and then the Jews in 1491 and 1492, what was there of the dance froze and went in a different direction. Also it came from the Houara, which is not sharqi ; although if you see zambra mora — in Moroccan Arabic zambra means hafla, a party — it looks more like sharqi but it isn't, because it went another way." Gradually, over many years, Morocco found "all the basic slow movements and of course all the different hip variations, and I use them as a different vocabulary, like you learn the letters of the alphabet". It was a slow process of inventing formal structures for a body of knowledge that had hitherto only ever been intuitively assimilated.
On that fateful evening, in December 1960 — going, in the company of her guitarist, under the illusion that she was to offer her usual Flamenco performances — she eventually discovered that what was required was something else entirely; again, a form of dance she had never encountered in her life — and one to which she was drawn with equal force. The dancer who was then performing, she recalls, was vastly inadequate. "If I can't do better than that," she decided, I wouldn't be worth my salt. And so, from her first, vague attempt at copying what she had just seen, in that dancer's ill-fitting costume, through night after night of close observation and participation, whether playing the tabla or the sagat ("I am the best sagat player," Morocco says), to finding her way into the homes of the club's patrons and other Middle Easterners and North Africans, she acquired astounding knowledge and skill. This was, she later realised, the beginning of the final step on a life-long journey which, starting in European dance, moved south to the Berber traditions from which Flamenco first emerged, then east to the Arab connection, the single most significant factor in the formation of what is generally referred to as Moorish culture, that Berber-Arab amalgam that was to oversee the artistic golden age of southern Spain, from whence to Asia Minor. "I didn't realise it then, but I was going back to the roots of Flamenco. If you read in history, Roman generals who were in Iberia during the Pax Romana wrote about the dancing girls who were doing what sounds like sharqi, from the way they describe it." It sounds like a roundabout homecoming.
Different families gave her different versions of the same story, however — the traditions, customs, styles of movement, rhythms, occasions on which a particular dance is performed, for how long and to what music — the information was endless, for, notwithstanding some general defining characteristics, under the general umbrella of raqs sharqi lies the almost infinite variety of shaabi, or popular dance. One interesting encounter was with the banat (daughters of) Mazen – Sinti gypsies of Upper Egypt: "In 1978, the man I was married to was a photographer, and he took pictures of Khaireya Mazen and me; we look more like sisters than I look with my own sister, or she does with hers." Elsewhere she was to develop enormous understanding of these forms. "Because I'm very curious, I wanted to know everything. Which is the true story? And when I started travelling I realised there isn't one truth. They were all telling me the truth." And she's doing so with such passion, she finds herself anachronistic in an age when "Everybody is trying to be like it is somewhere else".
In the last 25 years, she says, more things have changed or disappeared than in the previous 2,000. She happened to start dancing during the golden age of Oriental dance, and on first coming to Egypt in 1964 made friends with such icons of the form as Samia Gamal, Tahiha Carioca and Zeinat Elwi, then a whole new generation that included Nagwa Fouad, Nadia Hamdi and Suheir Zaki. "And I worked with Lyn and Lys, in New York, with the Gamal twins. I worked with them in America." Gamal was "in a lot of ways, for me, the better dancer". But it is, predictably by now, to Carioca's personality that Morocco looked up. "She had more variety and more intellect. And," she pauses momentarily, "I don't know how to say it politely: she didn't take shit."


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Sunday, September 23, 2007
drilled pockets at Bataan!
Yesterday I finally had a chance to climb "Jacob's Ladder" at Bataan, after it was seeping since May. It was rumored to be a good route and rated 13a this spring (first asc. J.D. Le Blanc rated the route 13c!). My friend Paul and I where able to climb it 2nd go and confirmed the grade. Now here comes the catch! We both noticed 2 obvious drilled key pockets around the second and third bolt, which have not been mentioned by J.D. or any of the handful of climbers who did the climb this spring. In "Sportclimbs in the Canadian Rockies", routes with chipped or drilled holds don't recieve a star rating, Jakob's gets 2 stars though. What's that all about? I'm not so much obset about the pockets, more so about the "route builder", who did not have the guts to report it.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
Austrian Visit
Paul and Ossi came to Canada for a 3 week stay, to check out the climbing around Canmore. The guys are mainly craggers, but like to toss it up with some multi pitching too. Unfortunatly the weather was not always very cooperative (read f... cold), but we managed to get out quite a bit without losing any limbs. Multi pitching was kept to a minimum so far, insteaed we are hitting the crags close to town. The picture above is taken on one of the routes in the upper Colliseum, which we visited 3 times the last 2 weeks. In between we managed to get to climb some routes in Planet X, Acephale, Grasi, Grotto Canyon and Back of the Lake. They will be here for another week, so we see what the weather does. The forecast is crap, but hopefully I have a chance to show them Bataan before they leave! So far they seem to be pretty psyched in the climbing Canmore has to offer. That's pretty cool for guys, who are used to climb cliffs like Ceuse and everything in Italy. The picture below shows Paul on his favorite route "Naiccance de la femme" 13b at the lower wall of Acephale.
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The parking lot I park in here in Santa Rosa no longer has a person that takes your money at the gate. They have one of those little parking machines you have to find and put your money in.
The fee this morning was three bucks, so I put in a five-dollar bill and got two dollars back in change.
At least that's what I thought.
When I took a closer look, I saw that I had received two coins, each with a guy named Franklin Pierce on them.
In short, I was the victim of a practical joke.
I say that with confidence because if you look up Franklin Pierce on Wikipedia, you'll see that he was a former U.S. president whose main accomplishment appears to be this:
"When the issue (of slavery) flamed up early in his administration, Pierce did little to cool the passions it aroused, and sectional conflicts reignited."
That last phrase is a fancy way of saying he triggered the Civil War.
Wikipedia ends the article with this nice little summary:
"Pierce has been ranked among the least effective Presidents."
Okay, so my guess is that someone here in Santa Rosa is minting coins in his basement. Which is fine. My only comment to him is that he could have picked someone funnier. Liberace and Scottie Pippen come to mind.
Now the even worse scenario here is that the coin is somehow REAL and that the U.S. Mint has finally gotten so low on the List of People Whose Heads Should Be On Coins that we're down to idiots who have caused sectional strife.
I doubt it, but if that's somehow the case, surely my coin cannot be far behind. I mean, consider this:
1) I'm an idiot;
2) I've ignited sectional conflict (I once angered the entire nation of Turkey with a comic strip); and
3) My hair is more stylish than that of Franklin Pierce. Which is not to say mine is stylish. But please, look at this goofy mess. And don't say it's a 19th century thing. Because Lincoln was from that era, and except for that mole, he looked great.
So if you have some pull at the U.S. Mint, please, make things happen. And I don't want to be pushy, but I'd like it done quickly enough so that the next time I park at that lot in Santa Rosa (probably next Wednesday), my change will have me on it. And to make this as easy as possible, I've even located a photograph of me that I think would be nice on a coin.
It's me eating a crawdad I found in a nearby swamp.
I've carefully chosen this pose because it's symbolic of how it's a "dog-eat-dog" world and you have to fight for every dollar you earn. And don't make fun of that, because it makes way more sense than that silly pyramid with the eye over it on the dollar bill.
So please, even if you don't have any pull at the Mint, you surely have a few seconds to contact the Treasury Department and make sure this happens before Scottie Pippen fans get wind of this and beat me to it. And for bonus points, send me the Treasury Department's response, which I'll post here. The worst they can say is no. Which is doubtful, since they're down to Mr. Funny Hair.
And please, no requesting your own face on the coin. While you too may be an idiot, I thought of it first.


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When I look back at this show, I think of pain that I felt in the room from our guest. More so the fellas. They had been cheated on, one forgave his significant other and tried to move on in the relationship but eventual he left. The other could not forgive and ended it. Both men loved these woman, but it was difficult to see past what the act that was committed. The room was split. For the host and co host, one stated what the other one does, then she can do as well. The other lived through it and chose to forgive and move on. Our female guest sided with the host, so that night was very touchy.
My views on cheating, especially when there is a marriage or children involved, forgiving that person is easier than walking around doubting yourself. I have been cheated on and the reasons for me seemed petty. My ex husband cheated because I gained weight, so he cheated with females smaller than me. That didn't break me or give me low self esteem. Because while was looking else where, some was looking in my direction. This is what you subject your relationship to when cheating is done. It truly is a boomerang effect.
Those who initiated the cheating never think, what if my partner cheated on me? Would she/he find out? What would I do if they walked in on me? Is it worth cheating or should I just walk away from the relationship? If this is a marriage, especially with children involved, is this the type of person I want my children to be?
Cheating truly is a selfish act in my opinion. Instead of cheating try new things in your bedroom that are pleasing to both. Take classes that enhance the bedroom. Go on dates with one another, a relationship is work. It is very easy to be single because the only person you have to deal with is you. In a relationship there are two people, if he/she is worth investing time in, invest time and continue to court each other.
With much love from Simpli E.


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Katy Perry has been crowned Elle's Woman of the Year.
Take a look at our gallery of the awards here.
The popstar was presented with the honour at last night's Elle Style Awards (February 18) in London by Kylie Minogue.
Meanwhile, Thor actor Tom Hiddleston accepted the Elle Man of the Year award via video message.
Former Harry Potter star Emma Watson took home the Actress of the Year gong at the 17th annual awards ceremony, Lily Allen won the UK Recording Artist Female gong.
Suki Waterhouse, who is dating actor Bradley Cooper, won the Elle Model of the Year award.
The ceremony was hosted by BBC Radio 1 Breakfast Show presenter Nick Grimshaw.
Suki Waterhouse
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Take a look at the full list of winners at the Elle Style Awards below.
UK Recording Artist Female: Lily Allen
British Designer of the Year: Christopher Kane
ELLE Model of the Year: Suki Waterhouse
UK Recording Artist Male: Tinie Tempah
Accessory Designer of the Year: Kate Hillier
ELLE Man of the Year: Tom Hiddleston
Red Carpet Designer of the Year: Emilia Wickstead
Contemporary Designer of the Year: Isabel Marant
Fashion Innovator: Nicola Formichetti for Diesel
International Recording Artist: Pharrell Williams
Actress of the Year: Emma Watson
Lifetime Achievement: David Bailey
ELLE Woman of the Year: Katy Perry


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Posted on April 14, 2018 by jengeiglejohnson
This morning, I feel like being real.
I mean, I'm always REAL. But I mean, the dirty bathroom kind of real, the shut your bedroom door so no one sees the mess kind of real.
Some of the real grittiness of life people don't want to see, if we are being honest. They have their own grittiness and don't need to be messin' with mine.
Everyone asks me how I do it. When I start to tell them how I organize my day, or my method of calendaring, eyes glaze over. So I don't think they really want to know the detailed account of my minutes. I've started making jokes about my piles of laundry and that brings a laugh, and a glint of satisfaction that concerns me.
I think people wonder what had to give so that I might have time to be an author. And I wish the answer was, "nothing that I valued had to go."
But that's not entirely true, so now I'm being real.
You know that awesome book you have that totally sucks you in and you don't need food, or sleep or even the bathroom while you are reading it?
That's how writing a book is. Once you slip into that world, your fingers flying across the keyboard, you are lost, and all interruptions seem secondary.
That sounds lovely, right? It actually is. Drafting a book is a magical journey to another place.
But then you have to edit. Which is painstaking and careful and brow-beating work. Where something is not working and even if you don't know exactly how to fix it, you have to fix it. But editing is where things start to shine and your intent becomes clear. It's like a slow reveal gem buried deep in the earth. Editing consumes me in a different way than drafting consumes me.
And then there's proofreading which is fine.
But if you write books, chances are, you want people to read them. So there is a whole side of writing that has nothing to do at all with actually creating stories. Marketing, platform building, networking work. I sort of LOVE/hate this work. I love the people aspect of it. Love to meet new people, love to connect, love having people in my life. I don't want to talk about the parts that are grueling. I mean, I can only be real about a few things at a time.
So if I let it, writing could take over my life, and there are two-week stretches when I have a deadline and it actually does take over most of my time. The trouble with the time vacuum is that I have a vibrant and rewarding life outside of writing.
And this morning, it got real.
I got a text. "We are coming to get Audrey at 8 this morning." Cute friends, taking her to breakfast. So I walk by her room at 7:15, considering whether to wake her or let them surprise her. AND I SAW HER ROOM. I feel like I was in there just the other day, right? And it was clean?
Then my older teen saunters over. "Mom, do you know where our calculators are?"
He has the ACT this morning and must leave in twenty minutes. And I happen to know we have gone on a graphing calculator hunt before and come up empty handed. We buy a new one every year but we never actually have one to use. So I leave Audrey asleep in her bed and move to help my son. After much drawer and old back pack digging we find one, but it is not charged. Then we find another, miracle of miracles, but the batteries are old and crusty. The hunt for AAA batteries ensues. In the meantime, clock is ticking for girls to arrive and embarrassing room awaits. Then BAM breakfast. "Have you eaten anything?" Of course not. I scramble for something edible and quick. I cannot give him cereal before the ACT, isn't that bad? Too many carbs? I vaguely remember peanut butter being a good thing, so I slab some on a couple rolls and add Nutella for luck and hand them to my son, with a water bottle and power bar for snack and send him out the door. Back to Audrey's room and I start to notice the other rooms in the house. So you get my point. Authoring for me means messy rooms. I am willing to give up cleaning to write books. But when my older kids took the ACT, before I became an author, everything was laid out the night before and they arose calmly with plenty of time to do their best. Right now as I type, I am panicking a little bit because I don't know if he brought a spare number 2 pencil. I don't even know if he brought A pencil but I'm assuming even a sixteen year old guy would remember that.
In the meantime, other teen didn't finish his merit badge in time for a particular deadline, and I didn't get to hug my youngest after losing a basketball game in double overtime.
But good things are happening too. Older teen will finish his Eagle Scout project next week and be almost done earning his Eagle Scout award.
Let's, just for fun, make a list of all the things.
Two sons' progress towards Eagle in Scouting.
One daughter preparing to go to the Philippines in May. This includes researching and acquiring all things that will keep her alive over there. As well as getting her shots. And giving her the emotional support and building love she needs before she goes for 18 months.
One daughter returning from 18 months in Spain. Finding her apartment, with specific friends, adding all her classes.
One son's support as he gets ready to audition for HS band.
One daughter's talent development in voice and piano and possibly volleyball. This weighs on me a little bit.
My responsibilities at church. These are large and varied and all consuming if I let them. My husband is the Bishop of our congregation. And so by default my role at his side could be as large or small as I make it. And I also have a job leading the music program for the children at church every Sunday.
Friends. I do have them still, I hope.
The yard, the house.
Dentist Appts. I mean, this deserves its own blog post.
And so on. Everything fighting for its moment at the top of my to-do list each day.
Category: Life Outside Writing, UncategorizedTags: author, balance, family, parenting, remember, writing
Inspiring to see a woman of faith exercising her life liberties and pursuing happiness, all while loving others well. The clutter is simply not important and won't be remembered. Love and passion endures! Thanks for sharing your realness.
So pleased to find people agreeing about clutter not being important …. I step over mine daily, yet its presence (for me) does sometimes have a negative effect on my creative writing phases.
Thank you for your wonderfully kind and supportive comment. Love and Passion endures. So true.
You are doing a marvelous job Jen. Great article!!!
I've only just started momming (5 years) and author-ing (debut in December) but THIS!!! So much this!
Awesome! Welcome to the crazy authoring world. And congratulations on your debut!
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I think this may be the hardest post I've had to right so far. The Russian and I have officially broken up. The weirdest part? I basically sensed that it was going to happen. The last few weeks just have not been good for us. I was doing things that he wanted and getting nothing in return. He basically stopped giving me any kind of affection besides sex. When he asked to come over last Thursday my sixth sense kicked in.
To basically sum it all up, he told me "I love you" for the first time in our relationship. But he followed it with "But I don't know if I'm in love with you" which really stabbed that knife in a little deeper. We both sat on my couch crying while this happened. He talked a lot more than I did. I knew there was no point in me saying much because I couldn't change his mind. He told me maybe he was making the biggest mistake of his life and maybe he's damaged. He said nothing was wrong with me, I'm a wonderful girlfriend and we get along great, plus our physical chemistry was off the charts. I treat him amazing but still…nothing. Just like it was back in February.
In normal guy fashion he asked me if I was going to be okay. I told him that I was and am in love with him so I won't be okay for a while but I will be eventually. We talked more but it was a slight blur to me. When he left I called my mom and closest friends to tell them. Oh, and cry uncontrollably. The whole weekend we didn't speak to each other. Mainly because he asked me if I wanted us to be friends or him just completely disappear. I told him I couldn't really think at that moment about it.
Sunday morning he sent me a text saying, "Just wanted to say hi and hope your weekend was ok." Then that afternoon he sent me a text asking if I was home. I still have a lot of his stuff here so I figured he wanted to get it. But he just asked for some specific thing. I told him I was home and if he wanted to get whatever that was fine. He came over. We kind of talked, I'll give an overview. He asked about my weekend again, I said it was okay and my family came in. I asked about his and he said it was okay just really weird (considering we were together basically every single day for a year). He got what he needed and told me he would get the rest of it later unless I wanted him to now.
I knew I couldn't handle him being in my home for much longer without crying I just told him he could get it later, that was fine with me. He gave me a hug. Then told me that maybe if we are both still single we can maybe have dinner or see a movie, he even was nice enough to say, "Nothing physical, not like that." Which we all know is complete shit.
We had more small talk before he left and then he did. I crashed on my couch and bawled my eyes out. Knowing I've been demoted to something like that hurt even more because I'm still in love with him. Deeply so and it just broke my heart all over again.
Later that night he texted me after a show we use to watch together ended. We talked about it and then nothing.
Today, he told me he was going to be traveling out of state again for work. This is how that conversation went:
Him: "Back to ______ tomorrow"
Me: "That's gonna be fun"
Him: "Wanna come?"
Me: "Lol I have to work"
Him: "lol"
Me: "I have to be at an event so I can't work from home"
Him: "I wouldn't have expected you to sacrifice a day for driving with me lol"
Me: "Lol uh huh"
Him: "Really didn't think you would lol"
Me: "Lol I just cant, you picked a day I actually have to work"
I know what you all are going to say. I should have told him to just stop and leave me alone, that he was dragging me on and needed to leave it alone. I still have the old mind set that I want to do whatever he asks and drop everything for him. I know I shouldn't, and I won't anymore.
If someone could explain to me why, if you aren't in love with someone but know they are, why keep doing this to them? If it was me, I wouldn't be reaching out to him because I would realize how much it hurts him. It sucks not hearing from him but it reopens the wounds every time he reaches out to me. I haven't thought about him since Sunday and then he texts me.
Now, I'm officially single and not quite sure what to even do with myself. I haven't really "dated" or been single in over 5 years so what now? Also, I'm horrified that I may never have good sex again. Is that awful to think about? Ugh. I'm really sad and confused right now. Any advice would definitely be accepted right now.
Part of me wants him to just wake up and realize what he's losing then do whatever it takes to win me back. But I know that more than likely won't happen. And if it doesn't, I just want him to leave me alone and let me move on. I already have had guys ask me on dates and all that, but I know I'm not ready for that because they would just be a rebound. Mainly because my heart isn't ready for that again. I'm kind of in a "fuck love" type of mood now. I'm also aware that since my sex life is nothing now I'm going to be really aggravated which will make work even better.
Well, send me your positive thoughts as I go through a new journey now. Brightside?! I can blog as much as I want now! I have a brand new laptop and a whole lotta free time on my hands.


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- First Oakville Toastmasters
Humorous and Table Topic Speech Contest Winners
The first two club-level contests of the season were held at First Oakville Toastmasters last Thursday Sep 22. It was very entertaining and educational sessions were we have the opportunity to learn from wonderful speakers.
We want to send a big Thank You to everyone who participated in our contests and helped make them a success! And very special congratulations to Peter West the winner of FOTM – Table Topic Contest and to Adrian Scott, the winner of FOTM – Humorous Speech Contest.
Peter West, our immediate past president, was among seven fabulous contestants. He did a very concise and interesting speech of "Service" about on how we at Toastmasters are always serving each other to become the speakers and leaders.
Impromptu speech has been for me one the most challenging experiences. I asked our winner to share his strategy so we could learn from the best and he said:
"I am surprised and delighted to have won again. I won the Table Topic contest at FOTM last year and also I won the Table Topics at District level a couple years ago. I now can trust myself enough to know that I will remain calm no matter what and if I need to think I can take the time and nobody will really notice. This comes from participation. I still do some personal coaching which means I must listen intently to what is being said and be prepared to respond in the moment. That's how impromptu speaking helps me in my daily life".
If you would like to win the next Table Topics Speech, I strongly suggest to follow this key tips from our winner Peter West:
Volunteer as often as possible for the weekly table topics and always enter the club level contest as you stand a good chance of winning.
Practice speaking loudly in front of a mirror…read from a book if necessary but practice like this so your own voice doesn't scare you when you start speaking in front of people.
Practice adding big gestures as you speak. Generally you can't over do it so go big with gestures and be loud with your voice.
In our Humorous speech contest we also had fabulous contestants. As announced, Adrian Scott our Area Director last season, became the winner with a very entertaining and humorous speech about why he decided to join the club. It was inspired form his Vocal Variety project in which the speech was centred round his one letter conversations 'M".
Adrian said that for him winning this contest is "a culmination of 6 years training proof that the Toastmaster program works". Humour is not a critical component of his everyday life, even thought he knows it should be, and needs to be.
Adrian said "Toastmasters is the safe haven the one spot where he can let go of serious of life for a few hours" and which has helped him to develop and continuously improve at humorous speeches and became our winner this year!
Follow this recommendations from Adrian and you could be the winner of the next humorous speech contest:
Enter. If you don't enter you can't win
Don't force the humour. Let it develop naturally. There are always funny stories in your life.
Find your inner funny bone. Everyone has a different style. Find your style and develop it.
Practice and discussion with your mentor.
Adrian and Peter will represent First Oakville Toastmaster in the upcoming area contest to be held in October 4.
Be there and be ready to cheer them on!


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Guidelines for Artwork Submissions
The artwork shall not contain profanity, nudity, inappropriate imagery or symbols, or offensive language.
The artwork shall not be "graffiti" in nature, where the work displays negative symbolism, or controversial political statements and messages. Graffiti artwork can be creative and expensive, and considered "qualified artwork" , provided it is done tastefully.
Artwork submitted may be a collaborate effort of more than one individual.
The submitted piece of artwork may be a painted work of art in the medium of the student's choice, or digital composition.
Do NOT submit any artwork that has been copied, replicated, or manipulated from published photographs, magazines or book illustrations or other artwork, including the Internet. If a photo is used, the original must be reviewed by the student's teacher and approved to authenticate originality.
If there is any doubt as to the originality of a piece, the teacher should not submit it. The integrity of the teacher and student in submitting only original artwork is expected and appreciated.
Guidelines for Judging:
Creativity: Artwork demonstrates original thinking and expressive, artistic perceptions.
Composition: Artwork demonstrates a unique and sensitive way to capture the subject matter. It illustrates the artists understanding of and ability to interpret the elements of art and the principles of design. It makes a unique statement.
Technique: The artwork demonstrates artists competency in using the medium to achieve the desired outcome.
Additional Information:
– The artwork selected will be one-sided, and placed on the back part of the bus bench for public view at selected areas on North Second Street in Loves Park. The area is roughly 7 feet wide and 2 feet 6 inches in height. All selected pieces of artwork will be digitally printed on Cloraplastic and inserted into the back of the bench, which will be covered by a clear ultraviolet cover for protection.
Submission Date: April 24, 2015


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Intravenous lipid emulsion is an effective treatment for local anesthetic-induced cardiovascular collapse
Intravenous lipid emulsions contain long-chain triglycerides and long- and medium-chain triglycerides, components which are essential to its benefits in this setting
Long-chain triglyceride emulsion in rats with local anesthetic-induced cardiovascular collapse was superior to long- and medium-chain triglyceride emulsion and was associated with fewer recurrences of asystole after resuscitation and lower myocardial bupivacaine concentrations
Zhengqian Li, Yun Xia, Xiaoxi Dong, Hongfei Chen, Fangfang Xia, Xianqin Wang, Huimin Dong, Zhousheng Jin, Xili Ding, Thomas J. Papadimos, Xuzhong Xu; Lipid Resuscitation of Bupivacaine Toxicity: Long-chain Triglyceride Emulsion Provides Benefits over Long- and Medium-chain Triglyceride Emulsion. Anesthesiology 2011;115(6):1219-1228. doi: https://doi.org/10.1097/ALN.0b013e318238be73.
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As busy teachers, we are always looking for ways for our learners to improve their English skills and to save ourselves valuable time. The post this month is about three cool and useful sites to help learners improve and build their vocabulary. These can be used by you the teacher as part of a class or by learners autonomously. I hope you find them useful and they save you some time!
I like the look of vocabulary.com. It seems a great site for learners wishing to improve their vocabulary. It is an online application which is designed to make learning and teaching vocabulary more straightforward and more engaging. I have never used this as part of a course but have recommended it to learners looking to build their vocabulary and been given positive feedback.
It seems a respectable and well developed site. It was even given a place on Time magazine's 2012 list of best websites. They claim that the more a learner plays, the more the site can adapt its questions to them. They also pitch the site as an alternative to flashcards and memorizing definitions. I would say it is. Many of my learners are busy and I like the way the site can be used on smartphones. It's great for my students to learn as they commute to school.
The site has four major sections that help to build the learner's vocabulary in different ways. These are the Challenge, the Vocabulary Lists, the Dictionary, and the Choose Your Words section. The site is free but the only issue is that learners need to sign up for the full version.
Visuwords is an online graphical dictionary. It can be used to look up words to find their meanings. The thing I like about this site is that learners can also find associations with other words and concepts. The site is great for visual learners as it produces interactive diagrams which show how words associate. All the learner has to do is type words into the search box to look them up. They then get what looks like a tree diagram of associated words. This is interactive and learners can pan around, zoom, or hover over a word for a definition. They can also move the tree around to see all the different words that are there. It acts like a dictionary and a thesaurus and the great part is there is no sign up. It is is available as a free resource for any learner with an Internet connection. This is a new site to me so I am yet to get any feedback from my learners but I will certainly be recommending it to my classes.
The final site I am recommending today is called Infographs by myenglishteacher.eu. There are so many infographs available these days but what I like is that this collates groups of words which makes them so easy to access. For example, you can find a visual list of 100 English idioms for time which comes with examples. Hopefully, they will add more infographs as there are not a great deal on there now. However, there is also a link at the bottom of the page that has more useful vocabulary.
What do you think about these sites? Do you know any more that you or your learners use? As always, I would love to hear your comments in the box below.
I have used vocabulary.com in the past. I was going to use it again this year, and when choosing sample sentences, I noticed the extremely partisan lean toward the left. Many sentences attacked our President and Justice Kavanaugh. Completely disgusting!! I will never use this site again.


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With electricity prices on the rise in the ACT, people in Canberra and across the Territory are turning to solar energy to slash their power bills. Or even to blow them away altogether. Self-consumption is where the power lies in Canberra solar installations.
Federal solar rebate/incentive:
Via Australia's Renewable Energy Target program (RET), the Federal Government subsidises the cost of a solar panel system based on the energy generated. Thus, Energy Matters incorporates the value of these solar credits by providing a discount on the solar power system you purchase.
Note: Pending the results of the Renewable Energy Target review, the amount of support may decrease. It may be wise to lock in the current level of subsidy now.
ACT solar feed in tariff:
The retailer will pay 6.0c – 7.5c /kWh for any excess solar energy you produce that exports to the grid. Bear in mind that for any electricity you generate that you consume, you'll be saving 18c/kWh.
Solar panels in Canberra – a great investment
How many investments do you know of that can return an estimated average 10.9% internal rate of return? Solar panels in Canberra can!
Electricity bills in Canberra have risen by:
In the period June 2007 to June 2012, electricity bills increased by 45% in Canberra. Between July 2012 and the end of June 2013, prices jumped a further 17.74%.
Further ACT / Canberra solar details:
A 5kW system requires only 40 square meters of north facing roof space and can save you around $1,600 every year*!
Energy Matters has a long and proud history of solar-powering Australia's capital. This is due to our thorough understanding of government policy and rebates which ensures we offer systems that qualify best under the current legislation.
Furthermore, the industry benchmark solar panel mounting system, SunLock, has design by Energy Matters. Its manufacture is right here in Australia to handle the toughest weather conditions the ACT can deliver. In addition, all other system components such as panels and inverters come from the world's most reputable suppliers.
And when it comes to the people we choose to work with, all installers of Energy Matters' systems are Clean Energy Council accredited; plus they're all locally based. Also, Energy Matters performs its own additional quality checks and accreditation to ensure our installers meet our very high quality standards.
Contact us to discuss your options via our quick solar quote form.
We've installed systems throughout Canberra and the ACT!
*For further detail on these calculations, please visit our online quote tool that provides a breakdown on the amount you could save in your specific situation.


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The study of the radiation, transmission, and scattering of sound, with particular emphasis on low-frequency sounds related to earth processes.
Atmospheric Acoustics Laboratory
We work in several different areas in infrasonics: source studies, propagation modeling, array processing, and wind noise reduction.
Buckingham Lab
Performs research in acoustic theory as it relates to applications such as oceanography and physics.
Gravity Lab
Develops geophysical instruments including sensors for detection of seismic, infrasonic, and crustal deformation signals.
Noise Lab
Focuses on physics-based signal processing mostly using just weak noise as a source.


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Amazon's Kindle Fire family are finally coming to the UK, including the new Kindle Fire HD. What's more, when it gets here it's going to cost £159 —that's absurd, and if you order now it'll be in your grubby mitts on October 25th.
A little sleeker and a little rounder—a nice change from the overly boxy first Kindle Fire -- there's also a large version with an 8.9-inch screen. Oh, and the coup d'etat? The Kindle Fire HD 4G, with LTE and 32GB storage for $500 (£315). And the data plan for the LTE is just $50 a year, for the US -- though that's only with 250MB per month. That. Is. Insane. InsaneInsaneInsane. It also ships November 20th, for the US guys.
It's also got two antennas for Wi-Fi, which smartly selects the one with a stronger signal, and less fading. It's the same fix as the iPhone's death grip. The Kindle HD will also have MIMO, which uses computational brute force to take all the signal echo and make it into something usable. That adds up to Wi-Fi that should be way faster than the competition. 41 per cent faster than the iPad and 54 per cent faster than the Nexus 7, according to Amazon.
The HD starts at 16GB of local storage, up from the 8GB of the original.
It also has two speakers, one at the top and bottom of the device in portrait mode, so you'll never just have sound coming from one side no matter how you turn it, unlike most tablets.
It has an OMAP4470 processor, which according to Amazon's benchmarks, drastically outperforms the Tegra 3.
And here's a kind of killer feature: Whispersync for Voice. It's Whispersync—the way that Amazon syncs all your books across all your gadgets, that syncs your words-book with your audiobook. It sounds really cool. You can also sync up your progression in games.
That expanded Whispersync functionality combines with another feature called Immersion Reading. You can listen to the narration of your book while you read it.
For games, there are new features where you can buy characters or items in a game and also get a physical toy from Amazon—from the same purchase. It highlights 1. the coolness of the unique unified ecosystem that Amazon offers and 2. exactly how Amazon is going to use the Fire to sell you more stuff.
Amazon is really proud of that, actually. It says it's trying to "get you off the upgrade treadmill." Because of the low price points, it only really makes money when you use the device. That means it has to be good enough for you to want to use it and buy things on it. Smart, actually.
And holy holy holy crap. There's now X-Ray for movies. That means you can look up whoever is on screen at any given moment, without having to know his or her name. We don't have much information on it just yet (we'll add shortly).
It's got a sharp screen with 25 per cent less glare. It can do that because it has no air gap between the laminated touch sensor and the screen.
There will also be custom apps for Facebook and Skype, and an all new Email application that works with Exchange—apparently pretty well.
There's also a new feature called Kindle Free Time, which lets parents limit the time kids spend on the Fire. There are time limits for each kind of content—books, movies, games, etc—and it has multiple profiles for multiple kids. Newjack version of "GO READ A BOOK," I guess.
It's also got a camera, which is new from the first Kindle Fire.
Jeff Bezos also referred to the Fire as a service. It's not the product for Amazon—it's the thing that makes all of the other products better and easier to use. "Hardware device as a service—that's what people want."
Amazon's also announced that it will finally be dragging its original Fire across the atlantic. Sure, it might be a year late but those of us stuck in the UK can now pick up the 7" Kindle Fire for £129. That's right £129.
The new Fire also boasts Whispersync like its HD brethren but its guts are what was really given a makover with a new faster processor, twice the memory and a beefed up battery life. The Kindle Fire will also be shipping in the UK on October 25th.


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This Amazing 90-Year-Old Woman Approaches Her Life and Her Job with Sheer Joy
At age 90, Elena Griffing approaches her life and her job with sheer positivity that's evident in her contagious smile. She has worked for 70 years at Sutter Health in Berkeley, helping patients and walking the hospital halls in her signature high-heel shoes. She says, "Sure I could retire and work in my yard, but what am I doing for anybody?" Exercise, work, and Frank Sinatra give her limitless joy—and watching her positive attitude gives us limitless inspiration.


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Serves four to six as a main course, eight as a side
This reflects my love of Middle Eastern food. I adore its layering and the variations in temperature, flavour and texture. Serve it with roast lamb, or as a vegetarian main course.
For the labneh
250g (9oz) Greek yogurt
1 fat clove garlic, crushed
½ tsp salt
For the pilaff
12 plum tomatoes
10 tbsp olive oil
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
1 tsp harissa, or to taste
3½ tsp soft dark-brown sugar
3 onions
2 cloves garlic, crushed
175g (6oz) bulgur wheat
350ml (12fl oz) chicken or vegetable stock
400g (14oz) spinach, washed and destalked
½ tsp ground cinnamon
juice of ½ small lemon
leaves from a small bunch of mint, torn
slug of extra-virgin olive oil
To make the labneh, put a J-cloth or cheesecloth into a sieve set over a bowl. Mix the yogurt with the garlic and salt and put it into the cloth. Squeeze lightly, pulling the cloth up round the yogurt. Place in the fridge and leave the excess moisture to drain off the yogurt for 24 hours or so. Give it a squeeze every so often to help it along.
The tomatoes take quite a while to roast, so deal with those next. Halve them lengthways and put in a small roasting-tin or ovenproof dish – they need to fit fairly snugly in a single layer. Mix together 4 tbsp of the olive oil, the balsamic vinegar, harissa and some seasoning and pour this over the tomatoes. Turn the tomatoes over to coat them in oil then rearrange cut-side up. Sprinkle over 2 tsp of the soft brown sugar and put in an oven preheated to 180°C/350°F/gas mark 4. Cook for 40 to 45 minutes or until they're roasted, shrunken and sweet. They can be either hot or at room temperature when you add them to the pilaff, so you can do this bit in advance if you want.
Finely chop one onion and sauté in 2 tbsp of the olive oil in the bottom of a fairly heavy-bottomed pan. When it's soft and translucent, add the garlic and cook for a further couple of minutes. Tip the bulgur into the pan, pour on the stock and season. Bring up to the boil then turn down and let the bulgur simmer for about 15 minutes. All the stock will have been absorbed by then. Cover the pan and let the bulgur sit to fluff up off the heat for a further 15 minutes.
Cook the spinach in a covered pan in the water that clings to it after washing. It will wilt in about four minutes. Squeeze out the excess moisture (I use a sieve and a pudding bowl) and chop very roughly. Sauté for a few minutes in 2 tbsp of the olive oil and season well. Stir into the bulgur.
Finely slice the other two onions and quickly cook in the remaining olive oil.
You want them golden brown with some crispy bits, like old-fashioned fried onions. For the last minute of cooking add the cinnamon and the rest of the sugar.
Stir this well and, once the sugar has melted and begun to caramelise, add a good squeeze of lemon and some salt and pepper.
Layer up the components in a broad, shallow bowl.
Tip in the bulgur, sprinkle on half of the mint, then the tomatoes, then the rest of the mint. Break the labneh into lumps and scatter this over the tomatoes. Now strew the onions on top, drizzle with a final slug of extra-virgin olive oil and serve.


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Shichimi turned two years old this week. Though I had hoped to have a more special celebratory post prepared, words have been eluding me lately.
Thoughts swirl around endlessly, but my attempts to verbalize them have been halting at best, incoherent at worst, and usually ineloquent. A simple e-mail turns into a ten minute ordeal, to say much less of one written in Japanese. Perhaps it's the effect of acquiring new words in a second language; somehow one's native tongue begins to seem convoluted and nonsensical. At times, relativity takes over – why shouldn't the verb come at the end of the sentence? Do we really need a distinction between the present and future tenses?
When it all becomes a bit maddening, I turn to my hands: I chop vegetables; play with soap bubbles in the kitchen sink; drag a pencil in endless, looping patterns across sheets of paper. This weekend will be all about hands and movements, not words: sketching, practicing kanji, stirring sauce, gripping bicycle handlebars, stringing beads, playing taiko.
As you can tell, I'm not willing to give up on words just yet. But today I'll keep things short, for both of our sakes. I made these biscuits this week because I was craving something sweet, as usual, but also because the instructions specifically directed that they be mixed with one's hands. Thankfully, they fit the bill for flavor, too: they're just sweet enough, thanks to maple syrup and nutty kinako (roasted soybean powder) yet also hearty and dense with grainy, seedy goodness. And the best part? The lack of gluten and egg produces extremely loose, crumbly dough that lends itself well to mixing, mashing, and smooshing with your hands. But enough writing, for now – it's time to go make something.
As it happens, Chez Momo also turned two years old this week. These cookies would pair well with a slowly brewed cup of drip coffee, just like that made by Chez Momo's owner, Maita-san. (おめでとうございます、蒔田さん!)
Kinako and Oatmeal Biscuits – きな粉とオートミールのビスケット
Adapted from くり返し作りたい"自然おやつ" by オズボーン未奈子
The title of this book translates somewhat awkwardly to "Natural snacks you'll want to make again and again." The basic principle is that using wholesome ingredients shouldn't be an obstacle to flavor. To that end, author Minako Osborn uses plenty of nuts, seeds, and whole grains; small amounts of natural sweeteners; and very little dairy. She writes that these biscuits make a great to-go breakfast on busy mornings, and I imagine they would also make a lovely teatime snack with a cup of bright Sencha or floral Earl Grey.
Makes 12 biscuits
120 grams (1 1/2 cups) rolled oats, finely ground in a food processor
30 grams (1/4 cup) walnuts
20 grams (2 1/2 tablespoons) sesame seeds (preferably unhulled, but either will do)
50 grams (1/3 cup) raisins (or other dried fruit – I used currants)
40 grams (1/2 cup) kinako*
20 grams (2 heaping tablespoons) raw pumpkin seeds
Pinch salt
50 ml (scant 1/4 cup) maple syrup
50 ml (scant 1/4 cup) canola or olive oil (not extra virgin), or a mix of the two
Before beginning: Finely grind the oatmeal in a food processor. Toast the walnuts in a small sauté pan over medium-low heat, shaking often, until fragrant and golden. Remove from pan. Toast the sesame seeds in the same manner. (Watch out! They'll go from toasted to scorched in seconds.)
Preheat the oven to 180°C/350°F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
Place all dry ingredients in a medium bowl and use your hands to mix. Pour over the maple syrup and oil and mix well with your hands. The dough will be very dry and crumbly.
Use your hands to form the dough into 5 cm x 4 mm (~2 x 1/8 inch) rounds. If you're having difficulty forming the biscuits, add a touch more oil to the dough and mix until thoroughly incorporated. Place the biscuits 2-1/2 cm (1 inch) apart on the cookie sheet, pressing each one down gently to flatten. You should have about 12 cookies. Bake for 12-15 minutes, until the cookies are golden and your kitchen smells lovely and nutty.
*A golden brown powder made from roasted soybeans. Available at Japanese and other Asian markets. Look for きなこ or きな粉 on the package.


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On Friday 25 August our talented students performed at Showcase 2017 at the Knox Community Arts Centre, with our special guests from Heathmont East Primary School.
The event featured a variety of acts across the Performing Arts disciplines. It was wonderful to see so many students involved, from performers, crew, back stage and front of house. A big congratulations and thank you to all staff and students involved. We look forward to another fantastic production in 2018!


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Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Maligayang Pasko !!!
Here's my annual Christmas illustration for this year, I felt I rushed it alittle but I got it done just in time!Now that I've posted this, time to go and make Christmas goose for my family dinner :-) If you're wondering about the title, it's Tagalog (Filipino) for Merry Christmas!
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