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August 29, 2014. Wellington, New Zealand.
I agreed to meet Prof. Prick the next day at the Palo Alto Freebirds. I got a room at what I hoped was a cheap dingy motel, the sort of place where you expect to be guaranteed at least one shooting and two drug busts every night. But this was Silicon Valley: the rooms were immaculate, and I paid $150 for one night. At least Freebirds was only a five-minute walk away.
I half expected Prick not to show up, but there he was, waiting for me outside the door.
He was short and bulky. He wore jeans and an A&W root beer t-shirt, and chunky glasses. He didn't look much like a guy who two months ago was said to be in the running for a Nobel prize. He also didn't look like a guy whose career had just detonated. He declined to shake my hand.
We went inside and stood in line to order food. He recommended the standard burrito with pork carnitas. There was no need to start trouble so soon: I did what he suggested. He also chose all of my toppings for me, but I watched to make sure he didn't include any deadly hot sauce. I ordered a Negra Modelo to drink, for moral support. He got a lemonade.
We sat down to eat.
I unwrapped the foil off my ridiculously large burrito, and took a first messy bite. A wad of it spilt down my shirt.
"Yeah, that always happens the first time," he said. Very kindly, I thought. "It's good, huh?"
"It's great," I said, because I think it was. I can't be sure. I wasn't at my most culinarily observant, and my memory is shot.
For a while we ate.
Finally he said, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"
"I thought you were just going to deliver a heartfelt apology," I replied. Talk about a kamikaze interview technique!
His cheerful face froze and went dark. He leaned forward and pointed his lemonade at me straw first.
"Look," he said. "I don't have a single thing to apologise for. You'll say I shouldn't have made up those numbers…"
"Or bullied and mistreated your students and postdocs…"
"Or stolen results."
"I didn't steal results. That paper from Dr. Rival? He didn't know what he was doing. If someone else presents an idea and I see a way to improve on it, I'm free to do so. In fact -- it's my scientific duty."
This was fun. I took a swig of my beer. "You didn't improve on it," I said. "Your postdoc did."
"So he says. Look. I get lots of papers to referee, and grant applications to review, and I read lots of preprints, and I go to lots of conferences. And do I make my people work on every crazy topic I hear about? No. Because I can tell which ones are crap, and which ones have some potential. Do my postdocs know that? Do my students? Do they hell! I point them in the right direction, and I crack the whip, and they hate me for it, but you know what? Without me they wouldn't get anywhere. I'm the one who gives them a career."
"By making yourself first author on all their papers?"
"The papers are the backbone of my reputation, and it's my reputation that gives me the clout to write recommendation letters that get those guys a job. And they get the job every time. All the good people I've worked with got jobs."
"Apart from the ones who quit?"
"Losers are losers, no matter how much you help them."
"You're getting away from the made-up numbers." I was amazed that I kept so cool. I showed him how cool I was by nonchalantly spilling more of my burrito. Then I tried to take another sip of my beer, and spilt that as well.
"I'm too busy to waste time coding up some lousy integral. I needed something to get that lazy fucker working. And if he'd been better, he would have double-checked the part I did, too.
"And besides, what harm did it do? Our results gave our competitors the motivation they needed to finish up and publish. They were pissed, and they pulled their finger out. And now yet another research problem is solved."
"All because of you?"
"Damn right! What more do you want?"
I rattled off a preliminary list. "Honesty, integrity, decency…"
"Fuck you! You think getting rid of me is some big win for science. Well I'll tell you what it is: it's a loss. Whatever contribution you've made, and all your friends and and all your collaborators, and everyone you can think of -- that little plus for science is more than cancelled out by the big fat fucking *negative* of pulling this stunt on me. I hope you're proud of yourself."
I would have been, but I had to say, "It was hardly me who did it."
"It was your kind. The losers with the cartoon view of science. The nobodies."
"Thanks for the encouragement," I said. "At least I have a career ahead of me."
He laughed. "Oh, you do, do you?"
I had a feeling I wasn't going to get any further with my burrito.
He explained. "You're finished. I might be out, but I still have friends, and I still have influence. You can forget about going back to your job. In fact, you can forget about going home: I think you'll find that even your crummy little UK visa doesn't work any more. Which of those antipodean shit-holes is it you're from? Australia?"
He certainly knew how to insult me. "New Zealand," I corrected him.
"Right. Go back there and get a job somewhere. They have McDonalds, don't they?"
Somehow he had managed to absorb his burrito and lemonade while he ranted at me. A real professional. Now he wiped his hands and stood up. "It won't be long before I'm back. But you, my friend: you're finished."
I might have sounded pretty brave in that conversation, but of course I made some of it up. And however tough I did manage to sound -- my memory is pretty much shredded, I'm afraid -- I was a wreck inside. When I got back to my room I was shaking all over. I couldn't think. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I certainly couldn't work.
I took a look at my email. There was a message from a student. "I was going to take your computational physics class this year, but they told me it's been cancelled."
So it really was true -- I was fired.
I checked my Fellowship budget. There was still some money left. I looked up flights to New Zealand. The balance in my account easily covered a flight. In fact, there was just enough to go Business Class. Sure, why not! I booked it, SFO -> AKL -> WLG.
After a Business Class flight to Auckland, I was feeling a little better. Or maybe I was just drunk on the complimentary champagne. The flight arrived before dawn, as they always do, and I trudged in the dark along the little path from the International Terminal to the Domestic Terminal.
It was strange to be back, after all these years. One Tree Hill no longer had a tree, and the band that sang about it were no longer cool.
During the short flight to Wellington I wanted to look out of the window and gaze down on some mountains and fields and feel like this was all for the best. But there were only clouds. It wasn't even the mythical long white cloud -- it was just a grey expanse, like they have everywhere else on planet Earth.
I plan to stay for a while with friends in Wellington. But unlike me, they all have jobs, and I can't meet up with them until late in the evening.
In the mean time I'm sitting here at Fidel's cafe on Cuba St, filling out forms for the unemployment benefit.
I've just taken another look at my email. There's a new message from the head of department in the UK -- he really does desperately want to talk to me.
Fine. It's 8pm now, which means it's 9am in the UK. What the hell. Let's see if the wifi here can handle a Skype call. Stay tuned, and I'll let you know what happens.
Next: Part 9. The End.
"One Tree Hill", as it appeared on the NZ music countdown show, "Ready to Roll" in 1988 -- beating out Belinda Carlisle, Billy Ocean, and Kylie Minogue. Those were the days.


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Took the boys to a mountain bike track in Hamilton at the weekend (well they took me really!) Lachlan shouts back "The next bit's easy, Dad". One slope and three steps (who the puts steps on a bike track??) later, I'm under the bike with just the one sore shoulder and one painful leg, oh and just the small amount of blood leaking from the grazes! Here is a vid that I've put on Flickr to test their new video capability.
Month: May 2008
Back to work!
You can tell I'm back teaching again – no time to write blogs! Just starting my second week and have met all my classes. They all seem pleasant enough, some who are keen to work hard, some who will be happy to coast and some who need a kick up the proverbial! Kids the world over, I guess. It has been fairly frenetic as I have to get three week's worth of work organised to leave for when I am on leave to go back to the UK for Stephie's wedding. That, on top of planning and preparing and getting to know the classes. Fortunately yrs 11, 12 & 13 will be having their NCEA practice exams while I am away and will be on study leave for most of the time, so all I have to do for them is sort out the copying of exam papers. And, as usual, I have not taken my dear friend Sue's advice to heart and have still not learnt how to say "no". On top of all that work I have agreed to go on a navigation exercise which involves a two night bivvy in the bush with the Outdoor Ed class this week! Well, it sounded like it would be a good crack and I can't resist a challenge! Just hoping for good weather – could be a couple of chilly nights!
Any way, enough of work, what did we do in the holidays? I've already told you about our fishing trip – that seems like months ago now! For the rest of the holidays the boys and I explored a bit more of Hamilton and generally "chilled". We discovered Waterworld which is a huge swimming pool complex with 5 swimming pools (indoors and outdoors), water slides, outdoor splash area with fountains and jets of water to play in for the under 8's, as well as outdoor picnic and barbecue areas. Looks like it'll be really neat in the summer but the outdoor area is closed now. They had this massive inflatable
torpedo that the kids could run along and then slide off the end. It looked great – I was sorely tempted to have a go but what if I had fallen off at the start and made a complete fool of myself!? A couple of Dad's did and were greeted by whoops and hoots of laughter
from all the kids! Managed to book the boys into swimming lessons there – it's a bit of a drive out of Hamilton – about 20 mins but there are so many lessons there that they could both have lessons at the same time which makes things easier in their crowded sporting calendar.
Part of Aonghas' homework was to climb a local Maunga (mountain) so we headed off to Maungakawa at the weekend. A little awkward to get to along lots of narrow lanes – you really feel like you're out in the Wops though Hamilton is only 30 minutes away. It was a lovely walk up through the bush, lots of birds seen rather than heard, and after the welcome rain and ensuing warmth the ground is bursting with mushrooms (see flickr for Nigel's mushroom photos). It was certainly a good work out for the old legs and got the heart rate up. Eventually you arrive at a very small clearing in the trees with the biggest trig point I have ever seen. Climb up to the top of the trig point to a stunning view across the plains to the Kaimais. Unfortunately it was a bit hazy for a decent photo and the sun was starting to go down, but beautiful nevertheless. On the way back down we had a great viewing of a Morepork – we had heard them when we were up at Cook's Beach though couldn't see them – but it was too dark to get a decent picture.
The boys (including Nigel) had a couple of days out on their own whilst I got on with some work but I'll let them tell you about those!
So, I'm looking forward to going back to the UK in a couple of weeks time to see my little sis, Steph, get married. Wow! But first – 2 nights in the bush and a whole pile of organising to do! Better get to it!

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Ah, how I love my road trip adventures.
They give you the freedom to make detours and visit amazing places you'd otherwise miss out on. Underrated, beautiful cities, small towns and villages. Places that are not overwhelmed by mass tourism. Places with an authentic feel to them. Based on personal experience, those are the places we end up falling in love with – and can't wait to return to.
This is a guide to one of those places.
Back in May, while road tripping cross-country Netherlands, my boyfriend and I ended up in Delft, a beautiful city in the province of South Holland. And let me tell you why I regret not spending a night there – and why you should add the city to your itinerary right now!
It's no secret that the Netherlands is a country spoiled with idyllic scenery and quirky towns.
Delft is one of those places.
In fact, the city looks like a mini Amsterdam. A little less bicycle traffic, none of that weed-smell, no red light district, no huge crowds of tourists. It's like an Amsterdam for those who want the same atmosphere, the same aesthetic, but it's just so much more quiet. Peaceful. Calm.
Don't get me wrong, I love Amsterdam. But there's just something about Delft…
We were on our way from Kinderdijk (and the many windmills) to Hague (the seat of the Dutch parliament), and decided to make a detour and spend a couple of hours exploring Delft – a city I had heard of, but didn't know much about. Well, besides its pottery production, that is!
Arriving in Delft, my boyfriend and I were blown away by how much the city resembled Amsterdam, and we immediately regretted not booking a night at one of the quaint hotels by the canals. I would have loved to have the opportunity to stay longer and enjoy the calmness, the beauty and everything Delft had to offer.
It ain't a lot, but at least we got to spend half a day exploring the city!
The time was well spent strolling along the narrow streets and along the canals and photographing everything from every angle. At one point, we were forced to seek refuge from the sudden rain showers (in a bar). A couple of ice-cold beers, accompanied by some (most likely) very unhealthy but oh-so-delicious snacks, made us forget all about the rain. By the time we left the bar, the sky had cleared up and everything was back to being nothing but perfect.
We finished our little Delft-adventure by checking out the local flea market and admiring all the arts and crafts displayed.
This was enough to convince me that Delft should totally be on everybody's bucket list.
I didn't get enough time to see everything, but perhaps you will.
In that case, may this list be enough to convince you?
Here are 7 things to do in Delft (and the snack you just have to try)
- Eat and drink Dutch. Visit one of the many bars on the Delft Market Square by Neuwe Kerk, or one of the bars along the canals. Order a refreshing pint of white or fruity Wieckse or, if you're more of an IPA or Stout kinda person, a pint of Jopen . And don't forget to order a tasty snack to go with your beer. Bitterballen is the snack you never realized you needed in your life, but you totally do. These deep fried little things have a hard, crispy crust and are soft and yummy on the inside. They're filled with a delicious mixture of minced or chopped meat, beef broth, butter, parsley and seasoning. Dip them in mustard and enjoy!
- Check out the Thursday farmer's market. Every Thursday there's a farmer's market (between Neuwe Kerk and the City Hall). With around 150 stalls displayed, you will most certainly be able to find some delicious Dutch cheese, freshly baked bread, fish and meat, nuts, ecological fruits and vegetables – and much more. Do they sell Stroopwafel (thin waffles with caramel-like syrup filling)? Or Gouda cheese? Visit the market to find out (and buy some)!
- And the flower market (Thursdays and Saturdays). The flower market is located on the Brabantse Turfmarkt, which is a five minute walk from the Market Square (and the Farmer's market). Thousands of beautiful, colorful flowers are displayed, obviously including the flower the country is known for; the tulip. A smaller version of the market is held every Saturday. Surprise someone you love with a gorgeous bouquet – and don't forget to take pictures!
- And the flea market (also Thursdays and Saturdays)! Are you interested in antiques, art, pottery or used books? Every Thursday and Saturday, from April through October, an amazing flea market takes place in Delft. On Thursdays it's located along the canal in the street called Hippolytusbuurt, and on Saturdays you'll find a much bigger flea market (including a book market) along the Voldersgracht, Hippolytusbuurt and Wijnhaven canals.
- Visit the Porcelain Museum. Delft is mostly famous for its blue and white pottery, also known as Delftware, Delft Blue or Delft Pottery. To learn more about Delft's tin-glazed pottery and its long history (dating back to the 16th century), visit the Royal Delft museum (and shop).
- See the works of Vermeer. One of the most well known names from the Baroque era, this is the painter who gave us the beautiful "Girl with a Pearl Earring". Learn more about the artist and see more of his works at the Vermeer Centrum.
- Relax and just let life happen. In a city like Delft, it's perfectly fine to just sit down at a cafe with a good book, or take a stroll along the canals and photograph the scenery. No need to rush from one place to another. No need to make any plans. Just enjoy yourself and let Delft seduce you!
How to get to Delft – by public transportation
From Amsterdam: Take the direct NS Intercity train, direction Vlissingen, from Amsterdam Centraal.
From Schipol Airport: Take the direct NS Intercity train, direction Dordrecht, from Schipol Airport train station.
From Rotterdam: Take the direct NS Intercity train, direction Duivendrecht, from Rotterdam Centraal.
To purchase train tickets, visit the NS website.


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I think it was his under-dogged determination in the face of humiliation and possible death. Michael Edwards, aka "Eddie the Eagle," made his claim to fame by entering, surviving, and coming in way under everyone else as last place "loser" in each ski-jumping event he entered at the 1988 Winter Olympics, but the fans went wild! Why?? Well, for a lot of reasons! Eddie was pretty much totally self-funded and chronically broke. When he broke his jaw in a skiing accident, he tied it up with a pillowcase and continued working instead of being treated at a hospital. He wore 6 pairs of stockings to make his feet fit in hand-me-down boots. Eddie was terribly far-sighted, and his glasses would fog up under his googles at altitude when he was trying to jump. Eddie really was clumsy: When landing in Calgary for the 1988 Olympic Games, He ran into the door and broke some of his gear, thereafter being dubbed "Mr. Magoo" as well as "Eddie the Eagle." Although it's true that he finished last in both of his jumps in the Calgary Olympics, he did beat his own personal record and set a new record for Great Britain (who hadn't had a jumper since 1928). Eddie is now 52, and although he says he's a fan of the movie, he also commented to BBC in an interview that only about 5% of the movie was accurate. Perhaps the most disappointing fiction to me was that Eddie was tutored in ski jumping at Lake Placid by two Americans, which is all well and good, but the redemptive story of a fabulous athlete who "blew it" in his youth and then became a winning coach did not occur. However, the one aspect of the movie that is most accurate is also most compelling: Eddie won the hearts of the people because he represented the average guy who succeeded in his goal— without wealth or education—simply through sheer guts and determination. Since the Olympics, Eddie has become a folk hero, giving motivational speeches and inspiring others never to give up on their dreams. As is quoted in the movie (and was true), at the closing ceremony, Frank King (president of the organizing committee) gave this tribute to Eddie the Eagle: "At these games, some competitors have won gold, some have broken records, and some of you have even soared like an eagle."
How about you and me? Got a dream? Ready to soar?
(Just for the record: In the 70-meter: Eddie scored 69.2. The next lowest was Bernat Sola Pujol from Spain at 140.4, and Matti Nykänen from Finland scored 229.1 points. Sometimes it really is what's in the heart that counts!)
"Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint" (Isaiah 40:30-31).


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On Wednesday I attended a training put on by Fusion IO. The training is a pre-cursor to a future certification program for Fusion Cards. It was the first time the training was being given so in a way we were beta testing the training program. I have been testing the cards for about a year now and have had them running in Production servers for about 6 months. So I had a good working knowledge for the cards and how to use them but I was eager to learn some more of the internals of how the cards worked and some of the things I should look for when working with them.
The training did not disappoint. As I mentioned this was the first time anyone was going through the training so we had minor speed bumps but our Instructor Thom did an excellent job presenting and really showed that he knew his stuff and was passionate about the product. I love to see presenters that really enjoy what they are talking about because it makes for a great presentation. I don't have all my notes from the event yet summarized but I did want to get some information out that I learned at the session.
Fusion Cards come in 2 flavors. SLC and MLC, the NAND chips specifically come in SLC and MLC flavors.
SLC = Single Level Cell – 2 states per memory cell
MLC = Multi Level Cell — 4 states per memory cell
The primary differences between the chips are speed, storage and Life of the card. The SLC memory cell has only 2 states Empty and full. This means that it has a better performance than MLC because it can conserve energy when managing the electrical charge during operations on the memory cell. MLC has 4 states empty, 1/3, 2/3 and full. MLC must expand more energy to maintain the states of the data causing it to have slower performance.
MLC does have the advantage when it comes to Storage. Being a Multi-level cell it means they can have more storage capacity. For the Fusion line this usually means the 320 and 640 cards are the MLC cards.
The MLC card will wear out quicker than an SLC card will because it is expending more of its energy to get the state of the data.
So let's look at the pro/con here
SLC –Pros
- Better performance/lower Latency
- Longer Card life
SLC – Cons
- Smaller size
MLC – Pros
- Large size
MLC – Cons
- Slower performance more latency
- Less Card life
Now let's put some things in perspective. When I say lower latency I'm talking about microseconds. We didn't get quoted a number on the difference but I do have plans to re-run my original fusion tests with an MLC card compared to the SLC card I originally used (in these tests) . Basically if you want the max performance your best bet Is the SLC cards.
For storage you're talking about Double or triple the size for MLC cards. Again if you need the extra storage you need to look for the MLC cards to cover your needs.
For the life of the cards it will really depend on how much they are used and how frequently they are written to. Both SLC and MLC are rated in the 5+ years range before they even start to degrade in most normal applications. I know I have hard drives that have gone over 5 years of use but I know many more hard drives that haven't made it over 3 years of use.
An MLC card is still going to squash any conventional spinning media you have in performance numbers. The question you should ask when you're looking to buy is the same question you have for hard drives. What ratio of performance to storage do I need and I can afford for the project? When someone asks me what to buy with standard disks I always suggest to buy the smallest fastest disks and as many of them as you can if you have performance needs for the disks. If you need space and can suffer some performance then buy the larger disks and get fewer of them. That still holds true here. The difference when you look at the Fusion drive is that an MLC card can do much more than what a normal set of drives can do. So even at its worst performance it's better than the standard drives. Another important thing I learned at the training was keeping up to date on the drivers. The new 2.0 driver from FusionIO increases the speed of the cards . I need to get upgrading and re-running my tests.


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We decided to brave the elements (not weather related) and visit the Utah State Fair. It was actually quite fun, and the weather was perfect for fair fare.
I couldn't help but smile when I remembered my mom's foray into the fair with a simple cross-stitch. As we entered the building were the home-arts were on display, she began to laugh almost hysterically as we approached and noticed all these elaborate cross-stitch creations - and then noticed her little 8-inch square cross-stitch. She said she felt somewhat embarrassed because hers was so simple. But you know what? Grandma still has that cross-stitch hanging on her wall and LOVES it. That's all that matters - and my mom always knew that - even if it was the simplest design, she put forth the effort and was rewarded with a ribbon! That's the laughable part to me.
Anyway, after that little walk down memory lane...
Upon entering the fair, Jacob immediately noticed the BIG slide. "I want to go on that one!" was the cry of the day. Here's Jake and me on the big slide. He loves a good thrill.
After the slide adventures we hit the food section. With so many things to choose from - this is the hardest part of the fair to me - I could eat one of everything! We finally decided on the Pie Pizza and a BBQ brisket sandwich. For dessert we has onion rings and funnel cake. Aunt Kellie tried her hand at a deep-fried PB&J sandwich with twisted potatoes for her dessert. It sounds real healthy, doesn't it?
I think the coolest thing was the State of Utah Department of Wildlife Resources had a catch and release pond. They put on a little class about fishing, and then let the kids go at it. Check out Jake's catch!
Along with the all the other stuff to do and see, we couldn't pass up the requisite photo-op booth. Here's the two most handsome boys in Utah.
As we were leaving there was a free concert with the Veggie Tales. Jake was entranced by this, and so was the lady (grown woman I might add) who was singing and dancing literally in the aisles. She was more fun to watch than the show for Jenny and me. Jake took her lead and danced his heart out.
I didn't get a good shot of the dancing, because the sun peeked out of the clouds right at that moment, and the photo just turned out to be a blur. If you want details, just give us a call.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Utah State Fair
We decided to brave the elements (not weather related) and visit the Utah State Fair. It was actually quite fun, and the weather was perfect for fair fare.
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Can you believe little Jake is now is preschool? He loved his first day - as you can see in the photos he has a grin from ear to ear. He wanted to wear his new school clothes and have "pokey" hair. He is going to be quite the ladies man.
Here's Jake walking to class. He wasn't nervous at all.
Jake sitting in class in his blue chair. He loves school!
After class Miss Cindi (his teacher) walked all the kids out in single file, and when Jake saw us standing there waiting for him, he came running and exclaimed, "Mommy"! Clearly the most animated in the class (we're not proud or anything).
Here's his first assignment from school. It's a little cutout of Jacob - can you see the "pokey" hair?
Enjoy these shots of the little man. We sure love him lots.
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This is not really ready for prime time but it is an interesting view of climate change. I am using the surface area of the oceans by 5 degree bands of latitude and temperature data to put together a profile view of heat capacity. I am working more on the look than the accuracy right now, using GISS regional land and ocean data instead of actual ocean 5 degree bands, but it looks pretty neat.
Still a lot of work to do, but it will be fun to "see" heat capacity changes instead of the same old boring temperature anomaly stuff.


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A good relationship with industry and FDA has always been my
highest priority. Most issues between industry and FDA can
be resolved by having a good understanding of each others
position. Personal visits to FDA's centers in Rockville,
panel discussions at public conferences, joint industry/FDA
workshops and having FDA and industry guest speakers in the
Labcompliance audio seminars helped a lot to get a real good
understanding on both positions, and to get an insight on
what's coming.
This website shows examples of interactions with the FDA.


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The Great Alaskan Turkey Massacree [with apologies to Arlo]
A conversation with a friend provoked me to think about the Gov. Sara Palin and the Great Alaskan Turkey massacrree.
First, note, I am NOT a fan of Ms Palin's politics. on the other hand I can relate to her in one important way relevant to her seemingly blissful nonchalance about turkey 's being slaughtered in full view of the cameras during a recent interview. She's a hunter, and, while I have not actually hunted in years, I grew up with that mindset. My dad started taking me along on hunting trips when I was about eight, chasing rabbits in the western Massachusetts state forest and laurel groves. For a rural kid like me, it was just the way it was, our culture. If you shot it, you ate it, There wasn't any "sport" hunting with my Dad. You killed animals in order to eat them, otherwise you left them alone.
Which brings me back to poor disparaged Sarah, reviled on line and made fun of on YouTube. Bringing up a question that seems to have been lost in the whole brooha, I mean>> where do the snickering masses think the bird that sits on the Thanksgiving table comes from, anyway!!??. Really. My friend made a point in the conversation about the author Rita Rae Brown, who stresses in her writing about how far away from our natural hunting and gathering roots we have gone in order to be "civilized".
It is a sad truism that so many of us are utterly disconnected from how we get our food. It's all wrapped up and sanitized for us. Nice and neat on the shelf or in the meat case. That dissonance creates the atmosphere where we do not recognize how her nonchalance wasn't really nonchalance at all. It was just the way it is. You have to kill turkeys in order to be able to eat them. And, from her rural world perspective[and believe me Alaska IS rural] turkey's being killed is a pretty ordinary thing. Although she probably wishes she had stood somewhere else for the interview, I doubt that she turned off any NRA members, part of her natural constituency.
So, Sarah, this is undoubtedly the only time I can imagine giving you and your right wing ideology a pass, but you get one for acknowledging, even if unintentionally, that you have to kill the bird in order to eat it, and for that we must be about giving thanks for the bird that gave it's life for our meal, not just for Thanksgiving the holiday. I think there is a metaphor somewhere in all this about our current economic crises, even if I'm not quite sure what it is just yet.
Posted on YouTube: The actual 3:10 minute interview…judge for yourself, is this the future of the Republican party??
by: Robert Parry, Consortium News
The irony of George W. Bush going before the Knesset and mocking the late Sen. William Borah for expressing surprise at Adolf Hitler's 1939 invasion of Poland is that Bush's own family played a much bigger role assisting the Nazis.
If Borah, an isolationist Republican from Idaho, sounded naive saying "Lord, if only I could have talked to Hitler, all of this might have been avoided," then what should be said about Bush's grandfather and other members of his family providing banking and industrial assistance to the Nazis as they built their war machine in the 1930s?
The archival evidence is now clear that Prescott Bush, the president's grandfather, was a director and shareholder of companies that profited from and collaborated with key financial backers of Nazi Germany.
That business relationship continued after Hitler invaded Poland in 1939 and even after Germany declared war on the United States following Japan's bombing of Pearl Harbor in December 1941. It stopped only when the U.S. government seized assets of Bush-connected companies in late 1942 under the "Trading with the Enemy Act."
So, perhaps instead of holding up Sen. Borah to ridicule, Bush might have acknowledged in his May 15 speech that his forebears also were blind to the dangers of Hitler.
Bush might have noted that his family's wealth, which fueled his own political rise, was partly derived from Nazi collaboration and possibly from slave labor provided by Auschwitz and other concentration camps.
A more honest speech before the Knesset – on the 60th anniversary of Israel's founding – might have contained an apology to the Jewish people from a leading son of the Bush family for letting its greed contribute to Nazi power and to the horrors of the Holocaust. Instead, there was just the jab at Sen. Borah, who died in 1940.
President Bush apparently saw no reason to remind the world of a dark chapter from the family history. After all, those ugly facts mostly disappeared from public consciousness soon after World War II.
Protected by layers of well-connected friends, Prescott Bush brushed aside the Nazi scandal and won a U.S. Senate seat from Connecticut, which enabled him to start laying the foundation for the family's political dynasty.
In recent years, however, the archival records from the pre-war era have been assembled, drawing from the Harriman family papers at the Library of Congress, documents at the National Archives, and records from war-crimes trials after Germany's surrender.
Managers for the Powerful
One can trace the origins of this story back more than a century to the emergence of Samuel Bush, George W. Bush's great-grandfather, as a key manager for a set of powerful American business families, including the Rockefellers and the Harrimans. [See Consortiumnews.com's "Bush Family Chronicles: The Patriarchs."]
That chapter took an important turn in 1919 when investment banker George Herbert Walker teamed up with Averell Harriman, scion to a railroad fortune, to found a new investment banking firm, W.A. Harriman Company.
The Harriman firm was backed by the Rockefellers' National City Bank and the Morgan family's Guaranty Trust. The English-educated Walker assisted in assembling the Harriman family's overseas business investments.
In 1921, Walker's favorite daughter, Dorothy, married Samuel Bush's son Prescott, a Yale graduate and a member of the school's exclusive Skull and Bones society. Handsome and athletic, admired for his golf and tennis skills, Prescott Bush was a young man with the easy grace of someone born into the comfortable yet competitive world of upper-crust contacts.
Three years later, Dorothy gave birth to George Herbert Walker Bush in Milton, Massachusetts.
Lifted by the financial boom of the 1920s, Prescott and Dorothy Bush were on the rise. By 1926, George Herbert Walker had brought his son-in-law in on a piece of the Harriman action, hiring him as a vice president in the Harriman banking firm.
By the mid-Thirties, Prescott Bush had become a managing partner at the merged firm of Brown Brothers Harriman. The archival records also show that Brown Brothers Harriman served as the U.S. financial service arm for German industrialist Fritz Thyssen, an early funder of the Nazi Party.
Thyssen, an admirer of Adolf Hitler since the 1920s, joined the Nazi Party in 1931 when it was still a fringe organization. He helped bail the struggling party out with financial help, even providing its headquarters building in Munich.
Meanwhile, Averell Harriman had launched the Hamburg-Amerika line of steamships to facilitate the bank's dealings with Germany, and made Prescott Bush a director. The ships delivered fuel, steel, coal, gold and money to Germany as Hitler was consolidating his power and building his war machine.
Other evidence shows that Prescott Bush served as the director of the Union Banking Corp. of New York, which represented Thyssen's interests in the United States and was owned by a Thyssen-controlled bank in the Netherlands.
As a steel magnate, Thyssen was amassing a fortune as Hitler rearmed Germany. Documents also linked Bush to Thyssen's Consolidated Silesian Steel Company, which was based in mineral-rich Silesia on the German-Polish border and exploited slave labor from Nazi concentration camps, including Auschwitz. But records at the National Archives do not spell out exactly when Bush's connection ended or what he knew about the business details.
In 1941, Thyssen had a falling out with Hitler and fled to France where he was captured. Much of Thyssen's empire went under the direct control of the Nazis, but even that did not shatter the business ties that existed with Prescott Bush and Harriman's bank.
It wasn't until August 1942 that newspaper stories disclosed the secretive ties between Union Banking Corp. and Nazi Germany.
After an investigation, the U.S. government seized the property of the Hamburg-Amerika line and moved against affiliates of the Union Banking Corp. In November 1942, the government seized the assets of the Silesian-American Corp. [For more details, see an investigative report by the U.K. Guardian, Sept. 25, 2004.]
No Kiss of Death
For most public figures, allegations of trading with the enemy would have been a political kiss of death, but the disclosures barely left a lipstick smudge on Averell Harriman, Prescott Bush and other business associates implicated in the Nazi business dealings.
"Politically, the significance of these dealings – the great surprise – is that none of it seemed to matter much over the next decade or so," wrote Kevin Phillips in American Dynasty.
"A few questions would be raised, but Democrat Averell Harriman would not be stopped from becoming federal mutual security administrator in 1951 or winning election as governor of New York in 1954. Nor would Republican Prescott Bush (who was elected senator from Connecticut in 1952) and his presidential descendants be hurt in any of their future elections."
Indeed, the quick dissipation of the Nazi financial scandal was only a portent of the Bush family's future. Unlike politicians of lower classes, the Bushes seemed to travel in a bubble impervious to accusations of impropriety, since the Eastern Establishment doesn't like to think badly of its own. [For details, see Robert Parry's Secrecy & Privilege.]
To this day – as President Bush showed by mocking the long-forgotten Sen. Borah and then wielding the Nazi "appeasement" club against Barack Obama and other Democrats – the assumption remains that the bubble will continue to protect the Bush family name.
However, the evidence from dusty archives suggests that the Bush family went way beyond appeasement of Adolf Hitler to aiding and abetting the Nazis.
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WASHINGTON – The American Civil Liberties Union responded today to a stunning new report that the NSA has effectively revived the Orwellian "Total Information Awareness" domestic-spying program that was banned by Congress in 2003. In response, the ACLU said that it was filing a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request for more information about the spying. And, the group announced that it was moving its "Surveillance Clock" one minute closer to midnight.
"Congress shut down TIA because it represented a massive and unjustified governmental intrusion into the personal lives of Americans," said Caroline Fredrickson, Director of the Washington Legislative Office of the ACLU. "Now we find out that the security agencies are pushing ahead with the program anyway, despite that clear congressional prohibition. The program described by current and former intelligence officials in Monday's Wall Street Journal could be modeled on Orwell's Big Brother."
The ACLU said the new report confirmed its past warnings that the NSA was engaging in extremely broad-based data mining that was violating the privacy of vast numbers of Americans. (more…)
I found this gem in comments on a Common Dreams blog…
Ron Paul is a right wing mole. No "libertarian", once having taken office, does anything but vote along republican lines when it comes to foreign policy. Paul's stance on immigration is flamingly reactionary, his attitude toward public health is 16th century. He represents people ("libertarians") who think capitalism works if it's just run correctly. Like vulgar marxists, they haul out their little schematics, and conveniently ignore what the system has always been- that is to say, a social system that uses the state to subsidize private interest. An administration run by Ron Paul will just be Ronald Reagan over again- Paul himself has never rejected Reagan's legacy- and people who support him need to do not only their homework on him, but on the Ayn Randian utopian crap most of his supporters represent. Capitalism has no "unknown ideal", its ideal has been trumpteted for centuries now and it's a wash. 500 years after its inception and it still can't keep its hands off of other people's cultures. The market is the senior partner in any state dictatorship of the last 500 years, it's too bad libertarians have never understood that.
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Shares of banks led the decline in many countries, underscoring that the subprime crisis continues to hobble the global financial system. On Monday, a big German state bank, WestLB, said it would report a loss of $1.4 billion in 2007 because of its exposure to deteriorating mortgage assets.
"There is indeed some panic," said Thomas Mayer, the chief European economist at Deutsche Bank in London. "What we're seeing, in Europe and Asia, is that the markets are pricing in a recession." (more…)
When the Faux News Wingnut Bill O'Reilly infamously opined last week, in a challenge to a comment from former Senator John Edwards that there are over 200,000 homeless veterans" in the US today, that were no "homeless vets", he really really pissed me off.
O'Reilly was discussing Edwards with radio host Ed Schultz when he said, "[W]e're still looking for all the veterans sleeping under the bridges, Ed. So if you find anybody, let us know. Because that's all the guy said for the last … " When Schultz told O'Reilly, "Well, they're out there, Bill, don't kid yourself," O'Reilly replied, "They may be out there, but there are not many of them out there, OK? So if you know where one is, Ed … if you know where there's a veteran sleeping under a bridge, you call me immediately, and we will make sure that man does not do it, is not there." Schultz then gave O'Reilly "his word" that he would "do that."
As part of Bush & Co's Disinformation Team, O'Reilly was trying to cover up one of the real tragedies of the current conflict in the Middle East, that ex-Gi's are coming back to a Veteran's Administration that is both underfunded and ill-equipped to deal with them. As the AP article below documents, this is a crisis of national proportions, and rest assured, one that exists right here in the Miami Valley.
LEEDS, Mass. — Peter Mohan traces the path from the Iraqi battlefield to this lifeless conference room, where he sits in a kilt and a Camp Kill Yourself T-shirt and calmly describes how he became a sad cliche: a homeless veteran.
There was a happy homecoming, but then an accident — car crash, broken collarbone. And then a move east, close to his wife's new job but away from his best friends.
And then self-destruction: He would gun his motorcycle to 100 mph and try to stand on the seat. He would wait for his wife to leave in the morning, draw the blinds and open up whatever bottle of booze was closest.
He would pull out his gun, a .45-caliber, semiautomatic pistol. He would lovingly clean it, or just look at it and put it away. Sometimes place it in his mouth."I don't know what to do anymore," his wife, Anna, told him one day. "You can't be here anymore."Peter Mohan never did find a steady job after he left Iraq. He lost his wife — a judge granted their divorce this fall — and he lost his friends and he lost his home, and now he is here, in a shelter. (more…)
This is a compelling video about the dangers Fascism presents to Democracy. Acclaimed author Naomi Wolf gives a point by point historical perspective of the process by which fascism can overtake a democratic society. This is especially relevant in light of the Vilolent Radicalization and Homegrown Terrorism Act of 2007, Senate Bill 1959, which is clearly a step on the path to Fascism. Do not for one minute, nor for one second, think that I am overstating my case when I say this: Freedom is most definitely under attack, and it is imperative that we, you and I , stand up to this threat. It really is five minutes till midnight.
Watch this video to get a crystal clear perspective on the danger we face.
The Rise of the Religious Right in the Republican Party
"This Republican Party of Lincoln has become a party of theocracy."
The theocratic right seeks to establish dominion, or control over society in the name of God. D. James Kennedy, Pastor of Coral Ridge Ministries, calls on his followers to exercise "godly dominion … over every aspect … of human society." At a "Reclaiming America for Christ" conference in February, 2005, Kennedy said:
Twenty-five years ago dominionists targeted the Republican Party as the vehicle through which they could advance their agenda. At the same time, a small group of Republican strategists targeted fundamentalist, Pentecostal and charismatic churches to expand the base of the Republican Party. This web site is not about traditional Republicans or conservative Christians. It is about the manipulation of people of a certain faith for political power. It is about the rise of dominionists in the U.S. federal government.
According to acclaimed journalist and television host Bill Moyers,
George Bush's nominee to replace disgraced former Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, retired Federal Judge Michael B. Mukasey, must be rejected by the Senate Judiciary Committee for the same reason that Gonzales should have been rejected in 2005.
The following article, Reposted from the Huffington Post 11/01/o7, addresses the fundamental issues involved in why it is important that the Senate REJECTS Judge Mukasey's nomination to the post of US Attorney General. Bob Cesca's commentary crystallizes the anger I felt viewing the Senate confirmation hearings and watching Mukasey weave, dodge, waffle, obfuscate and generally bullshit his way through the questioning. His non-answers to very specific questioning about the torture technique of water-boarding makes the proverbial slipperier than an eel seem positively velcro-ish .
Click to enlarge, then, ask yourself, how it is that Judge Mukasey seems incapable of clearly recognizing that water-boarding is, in fact torture??
It's one thing to vote against a torture enabler only to see that torture enabler confirmed anyway, but it's another thing to actually kill the nomination. Who among the Senate Democrats is willing to end Michael Mukasey's nomination and confirmation process right here and now? Outright block it — filibuster it — stop it in committee or on the floor when (and if) it comes up for a full senate vote?
Read the whole story at :http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/ending-torture-and-puttin_b_70538.html
And, today's NY Times has a front page story that goes into great detail about the rationale behind Judge Mukasey's evasions.
Nominee's Stand Avoiding Tangle of Torture Cases
By SCOTT SHANE NY Times 11/01/07
Waterboarding Is Torture – I Did It Myself, says US Advisor
by Leonard Doyle in the UK Independent
If, by this point you have read the three articles & watched the C-Span coverage of the Judiciary Committee questioning of Judge Mukasey you have likely come to the conclusion that this nomination must be stopped. Click on the page link to the Committee in the right hand column and contact as many members as you can and tell them to dump Mukasey.


text: WWII Wearing the Letter P: WNY author recounts mother's tale of Nazi labor camp By Nancy Fischer • Jun 5, 2019 Nancy Fischer In her latest non-fiction book, Wearing the Letter P, Grand Island resident Sophie Knab tells the story of her mother and other Polish women who were taken from their homes, their families and their country and sent away to forced labor camps in Nazi Germany during World War II. Final resting place for Snyder airman will be California By Associated Press • Apr 30, 2019 March Field Air Museum / Associated Press A Western New York airman whose remains were recently identified 75 years after he died in World War II will be buried near the Southern California airfield where he trained. Journalist Roland Martin describes African American history as mix of bad and worse times By Mike Desmond • Feb 28, 2018 Mike Desmond / WBFO News In his lifetime, journalist and author Roland Martin says African Americans have made a lot of progress, but there remains a long way to go. Martin spoke at Canisius College Tuesday at the 50th anniversary celebration of the Afro-American society. Listen Listening... / 1:16 WBFO's Mike Desmond reports 1st female Army general, Buffalo native dies at 97 By Marian Hetherly • Jan 11, 2018 The New York Times is reporting the death of America's first female Army general. A native of Buffalo, Anna Mae Hays died of a heart attack at the age of 97 in Washington. 'Dunkirk' Director Christopher Nolan: 'We Really Try To Put You On That Beach' By David Greene • Jul 20, 2017 In England, there's something known as the "Dunkirk spirit," shorthand for coming together in times of adversity. It refers to the heroic evacuation of British troops by British civilians in small boats at the beginning of World War II — and it's a story director Christopher Nolan has wanted to tell for a long time. Public input sought for WWII Niagara County cleanup site By Mike Desmond • Dec 13, 2016 U.S. Army Corps of Engineers It has been more than 70 years since the end of World War II, but that does not mean debris of the war's industrial production has gone away. Listen Listening... / 1:21 WBFO's Mike Desmond reports No, FDR Did Not Know The Japanese Were Going To Bomb Pearl Harbor By Quil Lawrence • Dec 6, 2016 Seventy-five years after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, some Americans have never stopped believing that President Franklin Roosevelt let it happen in order to draw the U.S. into World War II. "It's ridiculous," says Rob Citino, a senior researcher at the National World War II Museum in New Orleans. "But it's evergreen. It never stops. My students, over 30 years — there'd always be someone in class [who'd say], 'Roosevelt knew all about it.'" Heritage Moments: America's first spymaster, and what Buffalo taught him about secrecy By Jeff Z. Klein (Niagara Frontier Heritage Project) • Jul 18, 2016 National Archives and Records Administration Wild Bill Donovan he was called, the most famous son of Buffalo's Old First Ward. He was the man who basically invented America's intelligence apparatus, having founded and directed the Office of Strategic Services during World War II, the spy agency that eventually became the CIA. Listen Listening... / 1:00 Listen to the latest episode of Heritage Moments Local WWII veteran receives posthumous honors By Avery Schneider • Oct 24, 2015 Office of Congressman Chris Collins A local World War II veteran received some long overdue honors on Saturday. World War II veteran honored 69 years later By Ashley Hirtzel • Nov 10, 2014 Ashley Hirtzel / WBFO A 92-year old World War II veteran who served in the first African-American female battalion has received several military honors. Private Indiana Hunt-Martin was honorably discharged from the military 69 years ago Monday. WWII aircraft visit Buffalo By Jim Ranney • Jul 18, 2012 Jim Ranney The B-17 "Flying Fortress," which belongs to the Liberty Foundation, is on a national tour of more than 40 cities in what it calls a Salute to Veterans. This particular plane was built toward the end of World War II and never saw any combat, but has been painted in the colors of the original Memphis Belle that flew countless missions with the 91st bomb group of the 8th Airforce. It was the first B-17 to complete 25 missions, something pilot Bob Hill says was unheard of. Many of the planes and thousands of crew members were lost during the war.


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Those words are spoken with the same sentiment that a former heroine addict uses when speaking of their addiction. And just like when the addict returns to Needle Park, so was I the moment I stepped foot into Delta's Terminal 2 at Kennedy.
Despite the layers of paint and numerous remodel attempts, Delta's JFK facility can't hide the fact that it was once the grand departure hall for Pan Am. The ceiling tiles are water stained and falling. The drinking fountains don't necessarily work. The restrooms smell of piss from the last Golden Age of air travel and trapped pigeons fly over head while throngs of people push their way through corridors that were never meant for dense crowds.
I had three hours between flights and since I used to work at Kennedy, I thought I might run into a few former colleagues if I managed my time strategically. I took a quick cruise around Terminal 2 and then took a leisurely stroll to Terminal 3, which is the actual former Pan Am structure. The two buildings are connected by a wobbly set of moving sidewalks.
As I made my way to the back side of T3 I checked the departures screen to determine the gate for the Paris flight. It was too early to be listed but from the corner of my eye I spotted a familiar coordinated color scheme of pink and orange. Dunkin Donuts had come to T3 since my last visit. I ordered my usual and sat in an empty departure lounge in order to enjoy it because there is no space for tables or chairs.
The duty-free shop was boarded up, undergoing another renovation but a sign stated that it was open. Large vending machines had been placed in strategic places, selling such things as high-end ear phones, cell phone chargers and another sold ProActive skin care, products that I've only ever seen on television. Sunglasses and other sundries were available from the usual places and the skank-ass Burger King was still open for business.
I noticed a line near the gate to the Moscow flight and I remembered that a friend of mine used to fly that route exclusively. I thought I might see him if I planted myself there and waited for the crew to show up. While waiting I realized that there's something remarkably wonderful about watching the young 'bitchy-sexy-hot' Russian women flaunt themselves at JFK. Thick pouty lips, heavy eyeliner and angular hair styles highlight the pale white porcelain-like skin. Severely pointed boots lifted up on heels – footwear made of deconstructed domes and spires from the Kremlin. From the sleeves of fur coats emerge top of the line Nokia phones.
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I didn't see my old friend but I think I passed Holly, a woman I knew from Salt Lake. By this time the Paris flight was listed – showing a departure gate of T1. It took a moment to realize that the combination referred to the next building.
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Sorry. I'm mostly C minus when it comes to pronouns. Spelling. I'm way better in spelling. I was solid B at Merciful Sisters on the Mount of Small Blessings.
That's where I used to go to school until the place ran out of grades. I have a drawer full of forest green knee socks from kindergarten through fifth. Not as many plaid jumpers. I didn't grow much between grades three and four. Except for my nose. If I lived in Muppetland, I'd be in the same gene pool as Grover or Banana Nose Maldonado. My mother says that's an exaggeration, but catch me next to Grandpop, and it's a no-brainer I inherited schnozzola DNA from his side of the family.
Inherited: I-N-H-A-I-R . . . E? . . . I-N-H-A-R-I . . . E? . . . I-N-H-double R . . . I . . . E?
Okay, so maybe that B was a little squishy.
He him/him/he: Vincent. My cousin. More like my big brother—who, by the way, from now on should stay on his own side of the driveway and never ask me to help him with anything again.
It's complicated.
Very complicated.
Lots of moving parts—as in BOOM.
"Isabella? Are you going to answer to me?"
That would be no. As in N-O.
But if I were ever speaking to that big brother traitor, I'd be using words that would guarantee my great-grandmother making sure my mouth was on the end of a bar of green Palmolive.
(Nonni doesn't allow bad language in this house. Except, of course, if it's coming from her. Our neighbors say her vocabulary—in English and Italian—is more colorful that the biggest box of Crayola crayons. I don't know much Italian, but can say for sure, Nonni is a box of 120 when it comes to English.)
"ISABELLA! Are you coming down or not?"
Me. Closet. Not going anywhere.
. . . Unless we're talking jail.
10:24 a.m.
Scene 1/TAKE 4
I wonder if I could escape out my bedroom window? It worked for Mom's oldest sister. When Aunt KiKi was fifteen, she ran away from home to become an actress. She climbed down the trellis, hopped on a bus, and made it all the way into Manhattan with nobody being the wiser.
A trellis is what I need, all right . . .
Too bad Nonni took a hatchet to it after hauling Aunt Kiki back home from the corner of Broadway and Forty-Second.
Maybe I could tie sheets together? Knots have been my specialty since Uncle Babe taught me how to double-tie when I was four. I have sneakers under my bed with laces Mom's tweezers can't get loose.?Thing is, even if I drop three floors without breaking a leg or squashing what's left on the tomato plants (which would be a whole other kind of mess), where would I hide out? Everybody here on Broadhead Place would turn me over to Nonni.
Or Grandma.
Or Mom.
Even without a reward. (They remember what happened to the trellis.)
What I really need is a getaway car . . . but I don't think I can back the old Buick out of the driveway.
Aunt Rosalie never lets me practice going in reverse.
10:25 a.m.
Scene 1/TAKE 5
"IS-A-BELL-AH! Come on . . . talk to me."
Talking is how he got me into this mess. I might not talk to that big-shot college person for the rest of my whole entire life.
Cut. Edit. Delete.
What life? That's been flushed and is heading for the sewer, and I already know what an ugly stinking place that is. Trust me, I've heard stories. Poppi Flavio, my great-grandmother's third husband, who she called Number Three, had a cousin who worked in the Department of Water and Sewer Utilities for thirty-seven years. Yes, wastewater means exactly what it sounds like it means, and probably the reason cousin Sal used so much Old Spice, we could smell him coming up the sidewalk.
"ISABELLA! People are waiting."
Translated: Sewer. Me. Eeeuuw.
"Come on, Isabella! Where are you?"
Like I'm going to tell him that after he blows me out of the water on YouTube: eleven million hits in three days. I beat the piano-playing cat, which is scary. The cat has more talent. (Smaller nose, too.) It's because of Vincent and his dopey videos that all those reporters, photographers, bloggers, tweeters, nosy neighbors, five TV trucks, two police cruisers, and some guy making balloon animals are camped out across the street. I think it was the balloon guy who started chanting, "Iz-zeee! Iz-zeee!" when the Eyewitness News reporter went to live remote at seven thirty.
There's a circus going on downstairs too. Almost everybody I'm related to is in the basement celebrating "stardom," including Aunt KiKi, who limo'd in from Greenwich Village in a white stretch Hummer. She swooped past the reporters (and then our furnace) making her grand entrance decked out in a purple turban and false lashes that looked like black fuzzy caterpillars glued to her eyelids.
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TODAY IS THE first day of fresh restrictions for the counties of Kildare, Laois and Offaly.
The government made the move following an increase of Covid-19 cases in these counties in recent weeks.
Local TDs have said there's a high degree of dissatisfaction over the move. Kildare North TD Catherine Murphy questioned the reasoning behind the county lockdown, stating that the spike in cases is primarily focused on either food processing plants and Direct Provision centres in the counties.
She said there is a lot of anger among the general public due to the problems in those sectors "not being dealt with".
In a series of tweets explaining the rationale behind the decision, Minister for Health Stephen Donnelly said it would not be enough to just isolate the factories as the people working in them live right across the community.
"The goal is to suppress transmission in the community, which needs everyone to limit their interactions for two weeks," he said.
And, last night, Taoiseach Micheál Martin said the government would continue to take swift action to try limit the spread of Covid-19 in future because "we cannot afford to wait and see".
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On Wednesday April 19th, I rented a car in San Francisco and went to Point Reyes crossing the Golden Gate bridge.
One should pay a toll of $7.50 for crossing the bridge. The trick is, however, that you have to pay only when entering SF, but not when leaving it, and the payment should be made within 2 days after crossing. I did it the wrong way and paid the next day after crossing the bridge in the direction of Point Reyes. I returned to SF 6 days later, sure that I paid the toll. Got a charge to my credit card a month later, which was much bigger than the fee: $32.25 (so, they charged me for the toll + administrative fee: 5 days @ $4.95/day, Max $24.75/Agreement). Anyway, I learnt this unpleasant details only at the beginning of June. My trip started very nicely. I was utterly pleased with the car, it was new Mazda 3 (2016) in a beautiful dark grey color with a USB port, so that I could listen to my music.
The road reminded me of Tenerife, it was rather narrow and curving with ancient trees on the sides.
The views were astounding...I was driving along the coast of the Pacific ocean.
Soon I reached Point Reyes.
I got lost a bit approaching the hostel where I was supposed to live the next three days, as one of the roads used by the Navigating system in the car was closed, a long time ago...But eventually, I figured out how to get there and was very happy to find my hotel deep in the forest, with no other buildings around, very artisan and cute. Indeed, Hosteling International provides the best hostel experience (I stayed in HI hostel in Boston and it was great too).


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The stars of Step Brothers and Talladega Nights are back! Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly are set to reunite on screen in Border Guards, a new Sony Pictures comedy that Adam McKay is eyeing to direct. The picture would see Ferrell and Reilly as two incompetent border guards who get stranded in Mexico and have to sneak back across the border. While the the reunion of the comedic trio is cause for celebration in its own right, there's also word that Sony has set British scribe and Peep Show creator Jesse Armstrong to pen the script. Hit the jump for more.
Deadline reports that Ferrell and Reilly are expected to play the title roles of Border Guards, with McKay contemplating the director's chair. Here's the logline:
Ferrell and Reilly play two hapless but earnest friends who decide to give purpose to their lives by protecting America's borders from illegal immigrants. In the process they find themselves accidentally stranded in Mexico without identification and must sneak back into the USA.
Before you start spinning up a yarn about how Border Guards, Step Brothers, and Talladega Nights all somehow appear in the same universe, this new film isn't expected to tie in to their previous efforts in any way, except for the fact that they all work so well together. Armstrong is the wild card here, but anyone who's a fan of the humor in Peep Show, The Thick of It, and the crime comedy feature Four Lions will assert that the writer surely knows how to handle the genre.
Ferrell and Reilly most recently appeared together in McKay's Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues. Ferrell, McKay, and Kevin Messick will produce Border Guards through Gary Sanchez Productions, while Michael De Luca and Jonathan Kadin will oversee for Sony.


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By Max Boot
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Monday, March 31, 2008; 12:00 AM
Why am I not reassured by Zbigniew Brzezinski's breezy assurance in Sunday's Outlook section that "forecasts of regional catastrophe" after an American pullout from Iraq are as overblown as similar predictions made prior to our pullout from South Vietnam? Perhaps because the fall of Saigon in 1975 really was a catastrophe. Another domino fell at virtually the same time — Cambodia.
Estimates vary, but a safe bet is that some two million people died in the killing fields of Cambodia. In South Vietnam, the death toll was lower, but hundreds of thousands were consigned to harsh "reeducation" camps where many perished, and hundreds of thousands more risked their lives to flee as "boat people."
The consequences of the U.S. defeat rippled outward, emboldening communist aggression from Angola to Afghanistan. Iran's willingness to hold our embassy personnel hostage — something that Brzezinski should recall — was probably at least in part a reaction to America's post-Vietnam malaise. Certainly the inability of the U.S. armed services to rescue those hostages was emblematic of the "hollow," post-Vietnam military. It took us more than a decade to recover from the worst military defeat in our history.
In a sense, however, we have never been able to shed its baleful legacy. Thirty years later, Ayman al Zawahiri acknowledged that he was still inspired by "the aftermath of the collapse of the American power in Vietnam and how they ran and left their agents."
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Refugees Suffer the Agony of Mankind's Most Heinous Predators
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Tonight all rules go out the window. Everything in moderation is usually my motto but Halloween is an exception. I give the kids a night of excess, a night of enjoying their sugar-laden bounty. Regardless of its pagan roots, I love the magic of turning our ordinary neighborhood into a candy wonderland. For one night a year, a closed door is a promise, the potential of the greatest chocolate loot of the night.
I didn't discover Halloween until I moved to the States in fifth grade, but was not too old to be charmed by the magic of a night that transforms strangers into candy-wielding friends. I had just discovered that most American of candies, the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, and it's still my favorite trick or treating loot to this day. Peanut Butter Cups are my Halloween indulgence and I look forward to the whole experience: from the crinkle of the day-glo orange wrapper, to the gentle crack as the chocolate shell yields to creamy peanut butter.
On a night already filled with sugar excess, why not go for broke? When they come in red-cheeked and cold, greet them with a steaming mug of Nutella hot chocolate. This is a fancy cup of hot chocolate but it's mild milk chocolate flavor is great for kids. And it's easy to put together, as long as you've resisted the siren call of the Nutella jar and haven't left an empty jar in your pantry.
- 1 Cup of 1% or 2% Milk
- 3 tablespoons of Nutella
- 1 tablespoon of unsweetened cocoa
- 1 tablespoon of brown sugar
- Heat the milk in a medium saucepan on medium heat.
- Add the cocoa and brown sugar. Stir until blended.
- Spoon in the Nutella, one tablespoon at a time, resisting the urge to feed yourself a spoonful in between. You may need a second spoon to scrape the Nutella off.
- Cook, stirring constantly, until the mixture just begins to boil and the Nutella is fully disolved.
- Serve immediately with a big fluffy marshmallow on top. As it cools, the Nutella taste will become more pronounced.


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The most informative bit in Bo Burnham's book of poetry, Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone, comes at the end in the acknowledgments, in which Burnham thanks George Carlin and Shel Silverstein. Both had a deep appreciation of language and love for playing with it, a quality Burnham shares. Both also enjoyed decidedly adult material, as does Burnham. That's how Burnham winds up with a collection that includes a celebration of copulating with "sluts" ("I Fuck Sluts"), a contemplation on the shock of empathy ("The Party"), what could be the start of a science-fiction novel ("Xia Cobolt"), and a meditation on crapping philosophers ("Socrates").
Some of these have found their way into Burnham's act—he will randomly pick up a notebook and read a couple before tossing the book over his shoulder and resuming his regularly scheduled act. Those have been the more silly and scatological in this collection, and some readers might be surprised at Burnham's depth. "Clever" and "earnest" are two dangerous words in comedy. Both make people suspicious. Clever can seem like empty verbal gymnastics. Earnest can equal bland. That's if they're employed incorrectly, and they can be tricky to do right. Burnham does both, and he does them well.
In "Magic," Burnham asks the reader to "Read this to yourself/Read it silently/Don't move your lips/Don't make a sound." Then he asks to make some parts louder, some parts softer, and to read some parts in a "crotchety old-man voice." It's an irresistible bit of goofiness, and difficult to not play along. Sometimes he simply tosses words out that shouldn't fit together, as in "My Daughter:"
My daughter,
on her teeter-totter,
slaughtered the fresh water otter I bought her.
Just like I taught her.
He cops to that later on "Strange Adjectives:"
with my strange choice of adjectives.
with your muscular teeth and clockwise vagina.
But there are a handful of quite serious or introspective poems that punctuate the silliness and absurdity. They are little anchors, keeping the collection from drifting off into the fanciful. In "Stars," he contemplates the celestial bodies and admits, "I still can't conceive/that they'll carry on gamboling/after I leave." Similarly, there are lines in whimsical poems that ground them. In "Her Eyes," he compares a woman's eyes to fire, but not fire's color or heat. It's more that "they had that strange blend of /familiar and miraculous – /and they were always nice to look at/after a long day of doing things."
Egghead evokes Silverstein in its playfulness, a trait enhanced by the illustrations of actor/musician Chance Bone. Bone adds his own bits of absurdity with his simple but stylized ink drawings. Some match the words literally; some don't seem to have much to do with the words at all, yet still compliment them. At absolute worst, Egghead is a wonderful rainy-day diversion to lift the spirit. At best, it's proof that Burnham is capable of entertaining with just his ideas on paper, away from the stage. Proof of a bright mind.