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The DIMF is the only international musical festival in whole Korea and one the biggest in Asia, focusing not on national musicals but musicals from countries all over the world including the UK, Germany and China. These musicals are then made accessible to Korean audiences by supplying simultaneous subtitles to all the dialogue and songs that can be heard.
Of course the DIMF is also very attractive for foreign visitors, since it isn't often that English language musicals can be attended in Korea - it's a great chance to go out and enjoy some culture.
[You'll see announcement banners like these across Daegu for the next couple of weeks to remind you that you should get your tickets soon]
This year's DIMF will run from the 26th of June until the 13th of July, so there's plenty of time left to find a musical you want to see.
There is a total of 19 musicals being shown this year, including 5 Official Invitational Programs, 3 Special Performances, 4 Creative supporting programs and 7 College Musical Festival productions. The Official Invitationals consist of Return to the Forbidden Planet, a sci-fi rock musical; Flower Shoes, a heartbreaking drama that takes place during the Japanese occupation of Korea; Phantom of London, a murder mystery; Sweet Charity, a romantic Hollywood-like production, with Non-Reading Club, a romantic comedy, rounding off the varied program.
Tickets can be booked through the DIMF website (http://f.dimf.or.kr) and are as affordable as you want to make them; to keep the festival accessible to anyone at any budget Daegu has made sure that you can get a ticket starting from as little as 10,000 won.
Of course the main draw of this festival is the availability of international musicals, performed by their original cast and crew. One such musicals, and the opener of this year's DIMF, is Return to the Forbidden Planet, a rock musical written by Bob Carlton, narrated by Queen's Brian May and spearheaded by Sean Needham and Matthew Devitt.
[The Daegu Opera House is the venue for most of the Official Invitationals - and a fine venue it is]
The main plot, a playful mix of William Shakespeare's The Tempest and 50's pulp Sci-Fi films, finds the crew of a space ship stranded on an uncharted planet that just so happens to house a long thought missing doctor, aptly named Dr. Prospero, whose history and future plans could spell doom for the entire crew..and perhaps the world.
[Photo curtsey of Return to the Forbidden Planet official website]
Return to the Forbidden Planet is a love poem to classic rock songs, seamlessly blending such classics as Elvis' All Shook Up, Jerry Lee Lewis' Great Balls of Fire, Roy Orbison's Only the Lonely and Good Vibrations by the Beach Boys into the story, with the (purposefully) extremely hammy acting and (probably also purposefully) extremely amazing musical performances of the actors and actresses on stage.
Also, they had the guts to throw in The Monster Mash. You can't do anything other than respect that.
Aside from Return to the Forbidden Planet, DIMF has many other great musical experiences to offer, so if you needed a push to go check it out consider yourself pushed!
How to get to Daegu Opera House ?
(the venue for most of the Official Invitationals)
- By Bus : If you departure from Dongdaegu Station, take a bus 708 and get off at Daegu Citizen Stadium, 7 mins walk to Daegu Opera House. It will take you about 40 mins.
- By Taxi : It will take you about 13 mins and cost 5,500 won from Dongdaegu station.
Address : 15, Hoam-ro, Buk-gu, Daegu, South Korea


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I will be on leave all next week so this will be my last post until Christmas. The poem I leave you with is one I read at my school's cultural evening (talent show for American readers) and one I promised myself to share on this blog as soon as I finished high school:
Parting words to Passing youth
Farewell I say
to the end of days
to blissful innocence
and rebellious adolescence.
For we are butterflies
and our soft cocoon
has opened us to the world.
Where the wind will pull us,
birds will try and consume us
and until we mature,
a resting place will forever elude us.
I still recall with some sad irony
how the school and the home
reigned like monarchs,
and reminisce with passive longing
how parties seemed to never cease,
love brought shots of joy and pain
and long weekends were like paradise.
How like fools we tested and experimented
with that loosening domestic lead
like amateur scientists with Uranium
and how we who knew so little
thought we knew so much.
Those were the days when the future
was but a line on the horizon
and family, career and degree
was on a bucket list for a later time.
For we lived for today.
We were bold.
We were alive.
We were – young.
And only the law,
parental lectures
and careful doses of reality
kept us mortal,
kept us sane.
From across that threshold to adulthood
were I came of age,
I stare back, perhaps wondering,
if that concluded stage
will let me be in its six act play once more.
But it has ended.
The ovation, the applause, the last hurrah
has happened
and the curtains have closed.
All I can do is turn around,
spread my wings,
and fly.
With sweet memories of yesterday,
hanging by my side.


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The following is courtesy of Dr. Malebranche, an Emory internal medicine doc who works with HIV patients in the Atlanta area. He was one of the excellent attendings on our Medishare trip, who patiently taught and guided us in our rudimentary knowledge of medical care. He is also Haitian, and a moving writer. This is his journal from our week in the Central Plateau, shared with permission. (Pictures are mine.)
Returning Home
June 19, 2011
Miami International Airport was its usually busy self today, hundreds of people representing a multitude of nationalities and cultures, waiting to depart to whatever destination awaited them. I am sitting with a group of physicians and medical students, most foreign to me before this morning, but joined together by a shared desire to put our expensive education and talents to good use. It is 11am, our flight was supposed to leave an hour ago, but mechanical difficulties have us grounded for the time being – a fitting beginning to a personal journey that has been 42 years and four months in the making.
I am nervous and curious, excited and pensive, overwhelmed and prepared all at the same time. For this shining, sturdy vessel I am about to board is bound to take me to a destination that I have not seen before.
I am leaving for Haiti today.
The birthplace of my father.
The only independent Black republic in the world.
A country with so much history, resiliency, and stamina that even after decades of imposed embargoes directed by other countries, crippling poverty and faulty infrastructure, government corruption and rampant infectious diseases, its people remain standing tall and proud.
The home of my ancestors.
As a child, my father always told me romanticized stories of the Haiti he remembered growing up in from the 1930s to the 1960s before he immigrated to the United States. Haiti, a country boasting abundant resources, fertile land and even wealthier spiritual currency among its people. Haiti, a country well versed in the adaptation of perseverance in response to years of persistent oppression, humiliation and disenfranchisement by numerous foreign and native peoples alike. As I grew older, and my family discussed taking a trip to my father's birthplace, it never seemed to be the right time – always an issue of government corruption, outbreaks of violence and infectious diseases, or devastating natural disasters. We never took that trip to Haiti as a family – I moved to Atlanta to pursue my career, my sister to California to continue hers, and my parents remained in upstate New York, the place they had called home for over 40 years. It just never seemed to be the right time – and now with my parents getting older and my sister with her own family obligations in California, I feared it would never happen.
Until an opportunity came to be part of a medical team that goes to Haiti twice a year to do relief work. I jumped at the opportunity, not only to assist and utilize my medical training in assisting the aftermath of the devastating earthquake, but more importantly, to set foot on the soil from which my father emerged to give me life. The sense of internal confidence, a sense of resiliency in the face of adversity, the will to never give up – all of these sensibilities that coarse through my veins, comprise the content of the air that I breathe, and constitute the fabric of my cells, flesh, muscle and bone – they exist in me because of the lessons my father taught me. They exist in me because Haiti exists.
I am on the plane now, bound for Port au Prince. I am ready to experience the country that shaped my father, and ultimately, who I am today. I am ready to go home, even if for only one week, it has been worth the wait. As the plane rumbles slowly, building up speed, and softly leaves the sun-drenched earth in Miami, my spirit reverberates in a manner unfamiliar to me. I am not sure what this trip will mean for me, what I will observe and feel, or what it will mean for the trajectory of my life's journey. What I do know is that in one week, when I return to the United States, I will be a changed man. I am ready to embrace this change, in whatever form in comes. I am ready to fly.
Today is Father's Day. I celebrate him.
Thomonde Visit - Central Plateau, Haiti
June 20, 2011
Today we took a trip to some rural areas of Thomonde, visiting and meeting with local families to see what daily issues they may face that impact their medical care. Poverty was perhaps the most dramatic barrier to accessing medical care in rural areas – having to walk long distances to get clean running water, and travelling even further to seek medical care. One gentleman we visited with 3 kids and wife took meticulous care with the paperwork documenting his children's vaccination records, and talked about the personal cost and commitment of putting them through school. On the other hand, when it came to his own health, he nonchalantly stated that preventive care for him was not even an option, and that he would simply "go to the doctor when he was sick."
We also met a 20 year old mother with her 4 month old baby in arms. The child had a cleft palate, which left him malnourished because he could not form proper suction with his mouth for breastfeeding. His skin looked like parchment paper, spotted with a small pinpoint rash on his arms and face; his hair was thin and disheveled, and he was crying often, inconsolable to the supportive coddling from his mother. Despite her having some medical supplies to give him milk through a feeding tube, she didn't have a breast pump (nor had she been trained to use one) that could empower her to get more of her milk to meet her son's nutritional needs, effectively circumventing the cleft palate issue. While she had been told her son was to have surgery in Port au Prince in October, it was apparent that if he didn't get enough milk before that time, he may not even survive long enough to make the operation. Cleft palate, a genetic abnormality that in the United States could be corrected with a simple operation, was causing this child to wither away prematurely, and there was little that could be done to help him or his mother at that moment.
We also met a man who was on his farm, making his own charcoal to sell in the city. He had cut his finger earlier, and had it bandaged in a haphazard way with some makeshift gauze that was soaked in crimson blood. As soon as we approached, he saw the medical students, dressed in hospital scrubs, and assumed we were there to administer care to his finger. Unfortunately, we didn't have any supplies with us and couldn't treat his wounds at that moment. Even the mobile medical clinics we would be setting up over the next few days would be too far of a commute for him, so he would have to wait until he could travel to another clinic that was closer. I sensed that this trip probably wouldn't happen, and he would just let the wound heal on its own time.
Later in the day, we visited Thomonde's local hospital to see what services were being provided. We pulled up to the building, a starchy white structure with pillars in the front and several people on the front steps leading into its hallways. On the front lawn were several makeshift tents that were being used to urgently triage and treat people suffering from cholera: IV poles hanging, cots and other stretchers holding men and women of varying age groups and degrees of illness; family members faithfully wiping sweat off the brows of their ill loved ones, providing them sips of cool water, or sitting nervously on a bench under the sweltering hot sun; and far too few harried medical providers and nurses attending to the needs of their patients. We walked up the steps and past dozens of men and women lining the halls, standing against walls, sitting on crowded benches, barely a breeze coming from the rickety ceiling fans to impart even temporary relief from the oppressive humidity. The swarms of aggressive flies that circled the air could not even induce a half-hearted attempt of a swat from those sick persons lying on mattresses in the hallways.
Four doctors with four nurses and a couple of nurse assistants were on staff that day, with all of them in rooms seeing patients when we arrived. One of the physicians emerged and graciously gave us a tour of the facility, including an examining room, the laboratory, the inpatient isolation rooms where they treated Tuberculosis, and the medical director's office. Realizing how completely overwhelmed the staff was, and that we were providing no more than a distraction and obstacle to patient care, we politely excused ourselves and thanked him for taking time out of his schedule to show us the hospital. Before we left the front lawn cholera treatment center, a middle-aged man used a pesticide container to spray our hands and soles of our feet with Clorox-treated water.
After my first full day in Haiti, without having worked in the mobile medical clinics yet, I've learned a few things. First and probably most importantly, is how these medical missions exist to put short-term bandages on gaping wounds. While this is absolutely essential in addressing urgent infectious disease outbreaks and illnesses, what is truly needed are more qualitative and comprehensive needs assessments to describe the larger social and structural needs of the communities we are attempting to "serve." This way long-term concerns can be addressed and solutions can be proposed for how to best create and maintain sustainable public health infrastructure. Secondly, and most obvious, is the cultural discord between Haitians and foreigners from other countries who sincerely want to help. The language is the first and most apparent level of this discord, with most Americans not being fluent in Creole, which makes it almost impossible to even due the most rudimentary of interventions without a translator. The second level concerns disjointed life priorities and health issues – we present ourselves as a medical relief mission, and attempt to address health by prescribing medications for various infectious and chronic disease ailments, for durations as short as one day to as long as 30. So what happens when we leave? Can you truly start a Haitian patient on a blood pressure medication based on research studies and guidelines conducted in the United States, without any refills and follow up, and then board a plane back to the United States? How can we ensure that they receive proper follow up for monitoring of chronic conditions and side effects of the medications, especially when we have not even addressed the underlying social and structural factors driving the poor health conditions in Haiti? Not only is this poor medical care, but it's also poor public health and cultural care, and doesn't account for the personal/community priorities and belief systems that drive how individuals conceptualize and address their health.
The final thing I didn't so much learn, but more so witnessed and had confirmed, was just how beautiful a country Haiti is, and how resilient our people are. My father has always told me about Haiti's countryside, the rolling landscapes, hills, mountains and foliage, but it is truly breathtaking to view in person – and nothing like the predominantly negative media depiction of Haiti as just poverty, HIV and despair. Nothing he told me could have prepared me for the majestic beauty of the Haitian countryside, in all its lush beauty and splendor, and I feel blessed to have witnessed some of it today. And experiencing the beauty, kindness and perseverance of Haitians in the face of overwhelming adversity gives me a much greater appreciation of exactly where my father came from, and how amazing his journey and subsequent success in the United States truly is. I see where I get it from. I see why I don't give up when things get hard. I see why I appreciate quiet solitude. I see why I persist when others tell me I can't do something. I see the lineage of kings and queens from whom I draw my inspiration and strength. I see myself. Mwen rele David Joseph Malebranche.
And I can't wait for tomorrow.
Mobile Clinic in Central Plateau
June 21, 2011
The first day conducting our mobile medicine clinic in the Central Plateau was an exhilarating and interesting one. We made a 40-minute car ride through perhaps the most treacherous roads I have ever experienced – not just gravel and uneven pavement, but huge rocks, large mud pits and river crossings through the rural countryside. The mountains were absolutely beautiful, and there can be no question about how beautiful a country Haiti is, in spite of all the adverse situations and conditions that plague Haitian people there.
Our location for the mobile medicine clinic was a church in the middle of the mountains, a small, quaint building that we transformed into a triage area, pediatrics and medicine offices, and a discharge pharmacy. There were dozens of people waiting for us when we arrived, men and women, children of all ages alike. We worked as a team, with medical students and translators conducting the history and physical, and signing out to us as the attending physicians. The most common complaints we heard from nearly all the people were "Mwen gen doulè nan tèt mwen" and "Mwen gen doulè nan lestomak mwen an," meaning "I have pain in my head" or "I have pain in my stomach." These complaints could've been real tension headaches, gastritis or heartburn, which we were able to treat easily. It was difficult to tease out, however, how much of the headache and stomach pain were physical in origin, or could be suggestive of depression or other stress-related symptoms due to time constraints and the language barrier (even with the translators).
As a physician, I struggled today as I do on many days when I work at my community medical clinic/hospital in Atlanta. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to realize that the vast majority of individual's health problems, whether here in the Central Plateau or in downtown Atlanta, Georgia, emerge from within adverse social circumstances. We saw one man with an enlarged prostate, complaining of abdominal pain, who had a foley catheter in his penis, and the bag collecting the urine was folded and place in his jeans' pocket. He explained to us that the doctors had placed it there because he wasn't able to urinate, and they changed the catheter every 15days. Now in Atlanta, this would be inexcusable, and 15 days is far too long to leave a urinary catheter in as it will undoubtedly lead to infection. But here in the very rural Central Plateau, it obviously was the best temporary solution for his problem. We ended up treating him for a urinary tract infection and getting him plugged in with some Urologists who are coming to Haiti next month to evaluate him for surgery.
We also saw two women, presenting with the same headache and stomach pain complaints – the first broke down in tears because she didn't have a stable home and had to go to other people's houses to ask for food and shelter. She was obviously depressed, and her symptoms were clearly related to this, but there wasn't much we could do for her in that mobile clinic setting. The other woman was describing classic signs and symptoms of panic attacks, but again, we weren't equipped or capable to provide sufficient behavioral counseling/support or medication, so we could only give her multivitamins and Tylenol for her pain. It was frustrating to say the least, but there were several patients who had arthritis, heartburn, or anemia, that we were able to provide medications for that will likely help in the short term, but not relieve the long term issues impacting their lives.
Our clinic was so packed that the front staff began turning away people early so that we could get home before dark. A flash thunderstorm also cut our clinic time short, and we left in our cars down the poorly paved roads back to our compound. My conversational Creole is getting better, particularly with taking a medical history, but I question how much we are really "helping" here by seeing patients for one week. The one part of the day that gave me optimism occurred before we went to clinic, when we heard from Marie, our clinical coordinator and co-collaborator with our medical mission here. She showed us a factory in development that will be mass producing a Haitian based food formula prepackaged as a children's food supplement. This formula was created to fit both the cultural context of traditional Haitian food and meet the nutritional requirements for children. It also allows mothers to prepare the meal themselves and maintain the sense of pride and purpose of creating a meal for the family. As I sat listening to Marie talk about the conceptualization of this public health initiative, and long after I returned from clinic today, I realized that despite not being adequate in addressing all of Haiti's social problems, both the clinic and the formula initiative are needed here. Our urgent care efforts, though only temporary, may maintain a healthy today and help to bridge people to their routine health care access efforts after we leave. The nutritional formula initiative, on the other hand, fills the need of the larger public health needs of a struggling country, and places the focus squarely on investing in our youth – their health, their well-being and their physical development. I won't argue about which is more important, as I truly feel both are, but both aspects of addressing health conditions in Haiti are sorely needed. What I do know is that I feel blessed to be taking part in these efforts.
Pills to Swallow
June 22, 2011
It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the air stood still and static, purposeful in its attempt to make it hard to breathe. I was wiping sweat from my brow and looking around the room for any remaining patients when my colleague Susan called me.
"David, I think they need you over here."
She pointed in the direction of a patient surrounded by two eager young medical students, adorned in florescent green and blue hospital scrubs that were now soaked in a potent concoction of sweat and dirt in which they had been bathing all day. The patient, a young man, looked sullen and morose, his chalky brown skin sunken deeply at his temples with his eyes gaunt and vacant, reflecting an age beyond the 30 years that was listed on his chart. I looked around carefully before I approached – the students and translator's faces were filled with sorrow, almost as if they were attending a funeral.
"Bonswa, monsieur, comment ca va?"
"Bonswa, ca va bien," he replied meekly.
He wasn't.
I sat beside him and got his history through the translator: He was reportedly seen by our team's mobile medical clinic last November, and at that time they had referred him to the Central Plateau's Thomonde hospital for HIV testing and treatment. Obviously something had gone wrong and he hadn't received the treatment and follow up that was previously prescribed, because here he was, looking worse than had been documented on his previous visit. It was no wonder why everyone was looking so pitifully towards him. Today he was complaining of feeling week and tired, losing weight, no appetite and pain when he swallowed. I had no clinical information on him, no stat lab values or fancy radiologic imaging studies to lean on when my brain got tired – so I tried to study him a little closer. Though his vital signs and most of his physical exam were normal, the corners of his lips were chapped and painfully cracked open, making it difficult for him to fully open his mouth during the exam. He couldn't eat food and was wasting away, dying a slow, protracted death that could be easily avoided if I met him in my Atlanta clinic.
To make things worse, our mobile clinic was closing up shop, with staff members busily cleaning up medical supplies and throwing away trash, some laughing or discussing previous patients seen earlier in the day. The van drivers outside noisily honked their horns at us, as our tardiness in finishing up clinic was making them late for whatever engagement they had to attend after they drove us back to the compound. And in the middle of all this chaos was this 30 year old Haitian man with HIV (and probably end stage AIDS), simply trying to get some assistance from the visiting American doctors who he had heard were providing medical care that day. All of it didn't seem right.
Our team of doctors, translators and medical students worked with a local clinical coordinator to arrange a plan: While this man didn't appear ill enough to warrant an urgent transfer to Thomonde Hospital, it was obvious that he would need close and quick follow up to ensure he didn't fall through the cracks of an already difficult to navigate and broken health care system. We gave him medication to treat the fungal infection in his mouth, multivitamins and pain meds to relieve his painful swallowing, and instructed him to go the Thomonde hospital the next day. Since he didn't have any money, and reported getting too lightheaded in cars or motorcycles to travel at that moment, we collected some funds to help him with the transfer back and forth to the hospital for further evaluation. The mobile clinic coordinator ensured that they would try their best to get him there, but that would likely be challenging as he didn't have a phone, a stable address, or any way to accurately confirm that he would follow up with our best laid plans for his recovery. Plus, we were in a very rural and remote area of the Central Plateau, and transportation challenges to accessing healthcare are the norm for the majority of people who live in this area.
I imagined what may happen to this young man after we left him today. Would he even take the pills we gave him, or would he have trouble finding sufficient water or food to help the pills go down? Would he even take the medications we gave him, or start them, only to stop in a couple of days because of side effects? I pictured him weighing his options and life priorities, and possibly choosing to use the money we gave him to buy food or pay someone to allow him to stay the night instead of using it to pay for the trip to Thomonde hospital. I wondered how he must have felt when the women sitting next to him outside our clinic snickered at him when one of the medical students called him in for his evaluation because he had "that disease." I thought about what it must be like to be him in this space and time: 30 years old, HIV positive, destitute with minimal shelter, food or social support and living in a remote rural area of a tiny Caribbean island that boasts some of the worst health outcomes in the Western Hemisphere. Would he be strong enough to withstand the physical, social and psychological burden his disease was placing on him, and persist in his desire to live despite every ounce of his being telling him to give up?
It was now past 5 pm. We finished packing up our things and got in the cars that would take us back to our compound, away from the stale humid air and pessimistic stench of rapid-fire biomedical interventions that barely slow the blood loss inflicted from social wounds. I hope this young man can persevere in spite of the unfortunate constellation of circumstances that led him to visit our clinic today. I just don't know if he will.
Full Circle
June 23, 2011
There are times in your life when you realize that you are situated in the right place at the right time. Today was one of those days. The usual chaos occurred, as we didn't get to our site location until around 11 o'clock in the morning, after our original plan to work at a local clinic fell through. Journeying to our mobile clinic sites was becoming increasingly harrowing each day - the roads narrower and more remote, less paved, and with breathtakingly beautiful mountains and forestry all around us. Today's clinic was actually taking place in and out of a farming family's house, in which they had generously agreed to let us set up shop, changing a bedroom to an adult examining room, the outside living room into two pediatric tables, and the kitchen into a pharmacy. Approximately 200 people were already lined up when we arrived, all of whom had traveled long and far to be evaluated. What ensued were the typical frenetic organizational activities, but by the time we started seeing patients, things flowed smoothly and efficiently.
We saw many interesting patients today, including 60 year old gentleman with a lemon-sized lymph node in his neck and a 44 year old man with swelling in his scrotum. Most of the people we saw presented with the similar constellation of symptoms, regardless of their age, gender, or situation in life: stomach pain, headache and generalized weakness. It was becoming increasingly difficult to tell which people truly suffered from gastritis or heartburn, and which ones were presenting with those complaints due to word of mouth and desiring to receive the same medications everyone else was. Our pediatrician introduced me to a beautiful 3 month old girl who was brought in by her mother because of a neck rash. She was a brilliant, happy baby, with glowing cocoa-colored skin, wide inquisitive eyes, and a smile and laugh that would melt meanest person into a harmless puddle. Under her neck was a diffuse, red rash, irritated and ulcerated, stretching across her entire jawline – a classic presentation of impetigo, a superficial skin infection that affects children worldwide. The gnats, excessively aggressive that day, were having a field day exploring this young girl's neck, and swirled around her wound like vultures around a corpse. Despite all this, she didn't let out a whimper or a cry, wasn't restless or combative – she just grinned and smiled for all of us to see, seemingly without a care in the world and unaware of the infection that was eating away at her neck. The pediatricians treated her that day by attending to her wounds and giving her antibiotics, and she will likely fully recover from the infection. Seeing her made me think about all the American children (and adults) back home who pout, fuss and cry over far less adverse situations. If this little girl wasn't a metaphor for the resilience of Haitians, I don't know what is.
Later that evening, we sat at the dinner table in our compound, discussing everything from the latest medical school gossip to the complex politics of medical missions in the Caribbean. Suddenly there was a commotion, as one of the male community health workers brought in a young man from town who reportedly had something stuck in his ear. I sat on the periphery as everyone surrounded this new and unexpected patient, setting up an examining table on the other side of the outside eating area. They discovered that the cotton swab of a Q-tip had broken off in this young man's ear and wouldn't come out, which was causing him a lot of pain. One of the local hospitals had seen him earlier, and had sent him home because they reportedly didn't have sufficient light and were unable to extract the foreign object from his ear.
One of our pediatricians, Susan, took the lead and began irrigating his ear in an effort to expand the cotton tip and make it easier to pull out. A few of the medical students grabbed some lighting equipment and a hemostat from our car as I sat back, hoping that they wouldn't call me over. This young man had about 15 people surrounding him as Susan was working on him, similar to how crowds of medical personnel gather in the hospital during a cardiac arrest, some actively helping, others just curious to see what's going on. And if there's one thing that I've learned in these situations, it's that too many cooks can spoil the meal – so I quietly sat on the other side of the room and observed, commenting to a medical student sitting next to me.
"I'm not getting involved in this."
No sooner had those words escaped my lips when the med student who organized our trip, Sameer shouted to me, almost as if on cue.
"David, we need you over here!"
I walked over and looked in the young man's right ear, which clearly had a Q-tip cotton swab in the canal, lodged in front of his eardrum. The area around the swab was red and inflamed, and looked very painful. Forgetting my manners, I stopped looking and introduced myself to the young man, who told me his name was Dooby, and that he was all of 18 years old. Susan wanted to know if I had any other ideas of how to try to extract the Q-tip from his ear, of which I had none, so she said she would let me know if she needed any help. I sat back down across the room and watched the crowd surround her as she examined Dooby's ear. The whole scene reminded me of those newscasts when a small child falls down a well, and the crowd gathers as the rescue workers concentrate on their rescue efforts. It wasn't long before Sameer called me back over.
"David, we need you again." Susan looked at me with some exasperation on her face.
"I've tried a couple of times. I'm worried we could puncture his eardrum. Wanna give it a shot?"
I thought about my father as Susan handed me the hemostat and headlight. I thought about his medical training in Haiti, and the numerous times he told me stories of how he would ride horseback as a young physician to different towns and villages in Haiti with medical bag in hand, providing care to those suffering from tuberculosis, cholera and other infectious diseases. I thought about his journey to the United States and surgical training he received in New York City, the fellowship he did in upstate New York and how he set up his surgical practice there. I thought about the thousands of times he took a hemostat, scalpel or other surgical instrument in his capable hands to save a life in more dire circumstances that the situation in which I currently found myself. I thought about those same hands guiding mine, as I reached in Dooby's ear with the hemostat, and after a few attempts, removed the Q-tip from his ear. Everyone cheered and Dooby looked up to see the wax covered Q-tip, flashing the brightest smile of relief and excitement, as only an 18 year old can do.
I found out later that Dooby was actually the son of the community health worker who brought him to our compound that night. He also happens to be the brightest student in his class, and plans on going to Cuba someday to study medicine and become a physician. It was obvious that Dooby's family has an immense amount of pride and investment in his future, similar to how the family of a young man from Anse-a-Veau had invested in his future 60 years ago at the same age. As Dooby left the compound, I wondered if he realized that a 79-year-old retired Haitian physician in upstate New York, whom he has never met before, had just laid hands on him.
Professional appreciation - Wrapping up in Central Plateau
June 25, 2011
We are leaving for Port au Prince today. Our last day doing the mobile clinic in the Central Plateau was busy and fulfilling, and took place in a building that is usually used as a school. What has been amazing for me to witness here is the importance of word of mouth and oral history here in Haiti. It seems that no matter where we have set up our clinics this week, or how much advanced notice is giving out that we are having the clinic, there are throngs of people who turn out to be seen. Even when there are only a handful of people at the beginning of the clinic, when word gets around, we look outside and suddenly there are a couple of hundred people waiting.
There's so much for me to absorb in this past week it's difficult to put it down in words that can capture it all. On a professional level, this has been transformative for me on many levels. I've never really considered international medical work before, as much of it has been attached with "missionary" doctrine and efforts that make their helping countries with poor resources contingent upon the native peoples adopting or converting to their particular religious doctrine. This has always been so repulsive to me as to make me nauseous, but this trip has had a simple and clear mission: To provide some medical assistance to a rural area of Haiti that is particularly underserved and suffers from a disproportionate burden of disease. That has been refreshing to me, and has given me hope to the intrinsic altruistic nature of people, without the forced expectation of adopting a prescribed set of religious beliefs that are not congruent with those of the native people.
I have also had the distinct pleasure of working with some pretty amazing people on this trip. First off, the medical students have been absolutely ridiculous. A group ranging in age from 24-28, and representing ethnicities and cultures from all over the world: South Africa, Korea, Egypt, Puerto Rico, India, Surinam, Haiti and America, just to name a few. This has truly been a group effort, and the people have been inspiring to me during my time here. The dedicated translators have been a diverse group of patient, hard-working and brilliant individuals who not only made communication possible, but also gave us all essential information about some of the cultural nuances in Creole or Haitian culture, particularly in the rural areas, that could either facilitate or be a barrier to our efforts. They were absolutely amazing and I look forward to working with them again, but the next time I will be more fluent in Creole and hopefully will not have to rely on them as much. Finally, my fellow Pediatric and Emergency Room physicians have been a joy to work alongside – they have taught me about different aspects of medicine I had never considered before or simply overlooked, and have opened my eyes more fully to the opportunities and diversity in the medical workforce.
Even more inspiring has been the opportunity to personally witness the future in this group of young 3rd and 1st year medical students. Yes, they are all intelligent, that is a given. Beyond that, I have really been impressed with their dedication to the mission and genuine concern for Haitian people; their willingness to put their egos and personal bias to the side to embrace the moment of this experience; their resilient capacity to absorb very intense experiences, process these experiences critically and still know how to have a good time; and finally, their willingness and ability to listen, learn and accept constructive feedback. It gives me tremendous hope in the future of medicine and public health that there are so many inspired and passionate young medical professionals who understand the relationship between social justice issues and medicine. It has truly been a blessing to work alongside this amazing group of young people, and I look forward to working with them in the future.
Sesa Wo Suban
June 28, 2011
I dreamed heavy last night. I dreamed of Haitian people in the Central Plateau, with translators and medical personnel, occupying my bed with me, causing me to rise out of my fitful sleep. I slumbered through the areas of my home as if they were the makeshift examining rooms I had occupied only last week, trying to figure out where to put the next patient or find a suitable place for someone to rest. I still hear roosters crowing at 5 am, feel the stripped down efficiency of bucket showers and uneasiness of unpaved roads, smell the humid unscented air in remote mountainous locations, and taste the colorful flavor of seasoned chicken, rice and beans, plantains with Prestige beer. These images are still embedded in my psyche, and likely will not dissipate for a very long time.
Our last night in Haiti was spent in Port au Prince, the country's capital city and where much of the devastation from the 2010 earthquake was played out on international media markets. We did not see the damage done to the Presidential Palace, but did view many of the "tent cities" where thousands have taken up permanent residence after being displaced from their homes. While downtown Port au Prince still looks and feels like any Caribbean town, with its numerous eateries, souvenir stands, barbershops and people bustling in and out of vehicular traffic, it is not. I sensed that the area is still trying to pull out of a couple hundred years of historical injustices and tragedies, compounded by this earthquake, which has left many scars and remnants in its wake, some visible to the naked eye and others not.
The hotel where we stayed for this last night was Hotel Karibe, situated at the top of some rolling streets above Port au Prince, and directly overlooking what in Brazil would be considered favelas, or some kind of shanty towns, on the mountains across the way. Hotel Karibe was opulent to say the least, and served as a stark contrast to the predominant quality of housing in Haiti, as well as the housing quarters of our compound where we had resided for our 6 days in the Central Plateau. It boasted a large atrium lobby with shimmering tile floors, modern furniture and marble top table counters, a full bar and gift shop, and a sprawling back courtyard with an ornate swimming pool and poolside bar. It was a hotel that was built after the 2010 earthquake, and no doubt was catering to tourists, as we heard that many of the international relief workers and redevelopment personnel stayed there during their time in Haiti. It was disturbing to me that a building of this magnitude, scope and design could be in existence while not even 1-2 miles away many Haitian people still lived in squalid and cramped housing arrangements. However, the optimistic part of me also acknowledged that part of Haiti's rebuilding process has to embody scaling up tourism efforts for international travelers, and the Hotel Karibe, on the surface at least, had the potential to bring revenue and create jobs for many Haitian people.
After a fairly uneventful evening at Hotel Karibe, we packed up our stuff and made our way back to Toussaint L'Ouverture International Airport. On the plane back to Miami, I couldn't help thinking about all I had witnessed and experienced in the past week, and how I didn't really feel the same. I returned home to news of Amtrak train crashes, E. Coli outbreaks, Sarah Palin (really?) and any other negative or tragic soundbite that the media could serve up to the masses. The only good news that I read about was the passing of the same sex marriage law in my home state of New York. As much as everyone was excited about this law, I couldn't help but think what a privilege and luxury we have in the United States if one of our main life "issues" is what equal benefits we will receive if our same-sex unions are recognized in an official manner. While I am happy about the passing of this law, it's difficult for me to put this in a proper context when I just returned from a country where proper irrigation, poverty, absent healthcare, chronic diseases and infectious outbreaks like cholera are commonplace and often normative.
Being "home" is somewhat strange in this, my second full day back from Haiti. The Atlanta city streets look different, the once pedestrian buildings now more elaborate and daunting, the pace at which people walk seems much faster, and something as routine as taking a shower feels extraordinary and somewhat excessive. In 2007 I had a tattoo placed on my right calf after returning from a trip to Ghana, the Ghanaian Adinkra symbol called "Sesa Wo Suban," which means, "change or transform your character." This symbol includes the "Morning Star" which can mean a new start to the day, placed inside the wheel, representing rotation or independent movement. I had initially embraced the tattoo and symbol after a tour of the Ghanaian cities of Accra and Kumasi. Four years later, it has taken on an additional meaning for me, and I find myself questioning my life's meaning and purpose again. While I am certain that my dedication to a profession of service, teaching and healing is intact, I am uncertain whether chasing grant money and looking for the subjective approval of manuscript reviewers will be as essential to my journey.
I am grateful for the opportunity Project Medishare afforded me to work in and experience the country of my father's birth and half of my ancestral heritage. I intend to be fluent in Creole by next year, and plan to revisit Haiti soon, this time to return to Anse à Veau to see my father's township for myself. My dreams of Haiti, my people, my family and my mission will continue, and I hope they never stop. They say that life is full of change, so let this one begin.


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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Modifikasi Yamaha Mio 2010 StylePosted by eightq at 8:38 PM
Wiwin, greeting familiar Winoto, inspired to make a hot rod because the style was more prevalent in the region, plus the charm of streetfighter. Mio's Indra became the target.
Originally, he wanted to change it so hot rod skubek la negro. However, he still considered less radical and exploration with a typical bikinannya. Came a whisper in his ear, which proposed a streetfighter.
Typical hot rod is very noticeable on the legs change. "Just Showing accent which tends to lead to a Bobber bit fat," says the buff Wiwin R & B music. To support the concept, diaplikasikanlah wheel radius model because he wanted to highlight a classic impression. If you use a car wheel or bar, it was, it would interfere with the concept.
Speaking of concepts, it must be separated from MEFRIK baseball (modern, aesthetic, functional, rational, innovation, and creation). Concepts that do not justify the modification only unsightly, but still functional. It can mean streets, and security functions in the motor still works.
Body design is also combined with two tastes. Front tends to form solid fat and the width of a typical hot rod. This style combined with a tiny rear body taper typical streetfighter.
Special to the rear, Wiwin deliberately make a full pattern angle. "In order traits can streetfighter, so look forward to the seat body further singles," explained Wiwin who leaked the long-departed withdraw up to 25 cm.
Street fighter-style traits others had to wear a tubular frame in the middle of the front deck. "There is no function for the material, just some visual accent, let alone nuance streetfighter more pronounced and more dynamic," sure Wiwin.
As a candidate in fiber, glass fiber material he uses as a material body. Problem mall, pretty neat so that the proportion is still looking chic when ogled. There are also enough support on the selection screen. Finishing with neat, Ferrari red paint mixing Polired Lessonal Plus looks
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Stewing a whole chicken in a soy sauce-based broth yields a juicy, flavorful bird. In this recipe, you serve the meat over cellophane noodles with crisp cucumbers. You could instead serve the chicken with its cooking liquid as a dipping sauce.
How to Make It
Combine soy sauce, water, and next 4 ingredients (water through garlic) in a large Dutch oven, and bring to a boil. Remove from heat; cover and steep for 10 minutes.
Add chicken, breast-side down; bring to a boil. Cover, reduce heat, and simmer 45 minutes, turning chicken every 15 minutes.
Remove from heat; let chicken stand, breast-side down, for 20 minutes. Transfer chicken to a cutting board, reserving cooking liquid; cool completely. Strain cooking liquid through a sieve into a bowl; discard solids. Return liquid to pot; bring to a boil. Cook until reduced to 3/4 cup (about 15 minutes).
Remove chicken from bones, and cut meat into bite-sized pieces. Discard the bones. Place noodles on a platter, and top with chicken, cucumbers, green onions, and peanuts. Drizzle with the reserved cooking liquid. Serve immediately.


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…it's easy if you try/no cell phones ringing/only the land line. Imagine all the people/ talking face to face….
Do Wi-Fi routers bring on headaches and insomnia? Do cell phones cause ear cancer? Maybe. You can find studies proving these technologies harmless, and studies proving they're killing you while you sleep. But it seems to me that the physical-danger controversy (like the presidential election, like public fights over any issue touching sex) is a distraction. As usual, there's a far more audacious heist in progress, right beneath our noses.
What we're losing is the pleasure of each other's company.
I sort of knew this before spending two months in a village with no cell signal, and no wireless Internet in the areas I frequented. Now I know it in my cells.
Before leaving for Earthaven, I thought I had a problem: I checked my email umpteen times a day, in the vague hope that something exciting had happened. I thrilled to the trill of an incoming text message (even as I suffered mild heart palpitations in the rare event of an incoming phone call). Like the babes in The Matrix, I was hooked to a network sucking my life force – my consciousness, my attention – out of the here-now. Why was I so neurotic? Who couldn't I just stop?
Johann Hari, author of a glorious book on the drug war called Chasing the Scream, has said that the opposite of addiction isn't sobriety, it's connection. This sounds true to me. The trouble is that you can't connect by yourself. You need people to connect with. I might choose to chuck my phone in a lake – but so long as my fellowbeings are glued to their screens, I'll remain starved for connection.
At Earthaven, I received a reprieve from the tyranny of the screen. So much flourished in its (relative) absence: campfires with singing, drumming, strumming; parlor games like Adverb and Poop Smoothie; rounds of Never Have I Ever; evening-long conversational odysseys; a fledgling game called Gift Economy; story after story after story.
We are told that to save the Earth (i.e., our asses), we must conserve. Cut back on this, sacrifice that. Make ourselves small. (Ever tried to get healthy by dieting? Yeah, how'd that go?) But what if the opposite of extraction is not conservation, but connection? What if we exploit, maim, kill, because we're desperately malnourished? Starved for touch? Wild with thwarted desire to interweave? What if regenerating our life-web is beautifully consonant with, one and the same as, building a scrumptiously pleasurable, deeply connective everyday?
We ravage not because we're evil, or sinful, or lacking in discipline. We ravage because we're starving. Socially, most of all.
If you liked this post, you'll love my memoir, Mating in Captivity, in which my twenty-two-year old self enters a cult with a radical take on sex and relationships. Learn more here.


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Welcome to the Greater Victoria School District No. 61, where each student within our world-class learning community has the opportunity to fulfill their potential and pursue their aspirations.
Located in the Capital Region of British Columbia with schools in the municipalities of Esquimalt, Oak Bay, Victoria, View Royal and a portion of Saanich and Highlands, we are proud to provide quality education for 20,000 students in 27 elementary schools (Kindergarten to Grade Five), 10 middle schools (grades six to eight), and seven secondary schools (grades nine to 12). Over 1,000 International Students from across the globe attend schools in our District, and each year, over 650 adult learners register in the Continuing Education Program.
Each student looking to register in our District must first identify their school catchment, with the exception of Continuing Education and International students. Each address is associated with an elementary, middle and secondary school in our District that new students must register at. To determine which schools are associated with a home address, visit the School Locator Tool.
Please note new Student Enrolment Priorities are in effect for the 2018/2019 school year.
To learn more about how to register a student in our District please review our Registration Guide.
This guide includes information on:
- Registration Process
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- Student Enrolment Priorities
For more information on specific programs and how to register please visit the following links:
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Illinois Lawmakers Nearing Vote on Makeshift Budget
Illinois legislative leaders hope to vote Wednesday on a new state budget.
The leaders are supposed to meet with Gov. Pat Quinn in an attempt to complete a plan for lawmakers to consider.
They're discussing a version of the budget that would not include a tax increase or the drastic cuts included in an earlier version. Instead, this budget would depend on more borrowing, leaving bills unpaid and other financial maneuvers.
The budget was supposed to be in place by July 1, but has been held up by disagreements over how to close a historic $11.6 billion deficit.
Thousands of state paychecks that are supposed to go out Wednesday will be delayed by the budget gridlock.


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The Sweet's love to do Christmas cards each year and we also love receiving them. It's fun to catch up with family and friends, especially the ones you don't get to see very often. With every given year comes a uniquely inspired Christmas card from yours truly.
Here's a look at some of the years past cards, leading up to 2015. Our card from 2013 was inspired by 1940's cartoonist, Norman Rockwell. Looking back at all these holiday cards makes me realize how time is flying by and that my sweet girl is growing up too quickly. Dear time, you can slow down now please!
The story for this year's card goes as so – While shopping in Target with Penelopi, she found Christmas jammies for a dog that we couldn't resist for Disney Puppy. Much to our surprise the jammies came with matching adult jammies. That was near enough to inspire this year's holiday card.
Here's a sneak peek at our card for this year… Our Disney girl is quite the model as you can see in the picture below. Stay tuned for the Sweet's 2015 Christmas Card!


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TRIBEZA TALK: July 2014
An Insider's Guide to Austin's Hidden Gems
This Summer, It's the Little Things
As a Texas native, fashion stylist and assistant manager at MOSS Designer Consignment, Mallory Hublein knows how to keep it fresh during the sweltering summers. Hublein's style channels both casual-cool and a spunky rock 'n' roll vibe. Having styled shoots for local bands like Little Radar and editorially (Chrome Magazine), Hublein has had her hands in both women's and men's fashion.
Mallory's Summer Closet Must-Haves (For the ladies)
TRIBEZA Style: Fourth of July
by Mackenzie Dunn
Fourth of July is just around the corner, and we all want a celebration that even Uncle Sam would be proud of. However, when it comes to choosing exactly what to do and what to bring, things can get tricky. We've curated a collection of items that will be sure to make your holiday grand, wherever you may be. From the backyard, to the waterfront, to the fireworks show at The Circuit of the Americas, we know what to wear and what to bring to ensure that your July Fourth is unforgettable.
TRIO for Paws Returns for a Second Year
by Mackenzie Dunn
TRIO for Paws returns for its second year at the Four Seasons Hotel to benefit four of Austin's most prominent animal welfare organizations: the Austin Humane Society, Austin Pets Alive!, Emancipet, and Greyhound Pets of America. The fundraiser runs until August 29 at TRIO where a special menu is being offered that benefits the four participating animal welfare organizations.
TRIBEZA TALK: Shop the Post
An Insider's Guide to Austin's Hidden Gems
What's in my Barton Springs Bag?
Jade Place-Mathews
Jade Place-Mathews is one part of the well-traveled, stylish trio who own Friends and Neighbors (2614 E. Cesar Chavez), a new East Austin destination that's part clothing boutique, part coffee mecca, part artisanal sundry shop, and part evening hangout, all stationed in different rooms of an old house. Place-Mathews, who also co-owns Hillside Farmacy with her husband Greg Mathews, shared with us the components of her Barton Springs bag. Bring on the sunshine!
NEST Modern Celebrates 10th Anniversary with Giveaways and a Month of Parties
by Mackenzie Dunn
NEST Modern, a mecca for urban dwellers and design aficionados, is celebrating its 10th anniversary. To celebrate their decade of growth the furniture store is kicking off a month-long celebration this Saturday, June 7, with Dig It, a lively garden party. For this event NEST will be partnering with Hip Haven, a retro modern home and garden shop, who will be bringing bullet planters that guests can customize. Complimentary barbeque and a bluegrass band will round out the fun.
Travel to Turkey (for a couple of hours)
by Paula Disbrowe
Part of the appeal of a massage, or any spa treatment, is the opportunity to momentarily transcend the frenetic pace of our daily lives. An herb-scented body scrub or eucalyptus steam room tap into the same yearnings that find many of us at our desks, dreaming of aquamarine beaches and exotic flavors and blossoms. The trouble is, most of these fantasies involve purchasing an international ticket and wrangling for time off. This month there's an easy way to get a dose of exotic escape without finding your passport.
The Latest CW Star is Born
by Mackenzie Dunn
After months of auditions, Annaka Chesnutt, a 25 year-old and native Austinite, was named the latest CW Austin Star. This is the sixth year that the CW Austin has staged a contest to find their new star, a one-year title that will make Annaka the CW's go-to person to for coverage on everything Austin and Entertainment (including the enviable charge of covering major festivals like ACL and SXSW). She will also be attending several local and station-sponsored events throughout the year.
Austin Restaurant Week: May 11-14 and 18-21
The semiannual Austin Restaurant Week has partnered with TRIBEZA to produce this year's event, and we could not be more excited! As Austin's leading arts and culture publication focused on the creative lifestyles of Austinites, TRIBEZA is a perfect fit to partner with Austin Restaurant Week in celebration of food, chefs, and dining. Austin Restaurant Week is an eight-day culinary event that occurs over two weeks every spring and fall in the city of Austin for the benefit of Meals on Wheels.
MJ&M Fashion Show at Neiman Marcus
by Paula Disbrowe
Over 180 well-heeled fashion enthusiasts (more than double the number of last year's attendees) gathered this morning at Neiman Marcus at The Domain for the MJ&M Fashion Show featuring designer Badgley Mischka (a.k.a Mark Badgley and James Mischka, who joined forces in 1988).
Trunk Show N' Tell: Christina Kim at By George
by Emma Banks
Christina Kim knows the worth of each and every garment she designs, and it shows. Her aesthetic is centered on this: a deep sense of appreciation for that which is finite, largely due to her modest upbringing in Korea. When Christina moved to the U.S. and started her brand, Dosa, in 1984, her life mantra became her business model: less is more.
These days, Christina calls Los Angeles home. As for Austin? "Texans are the most friendly people you'll ever meet," She says. "It's really nice to come to a place where you feel really welcomed."
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BC pair appeal triple murder convictions
Rafay family killers argue that Mr. Big tactic was a miscarriage of justice.
It was a stunning case that rattled Vancouver: two young men convicted of killing the parents and disabled sister of one of the pair.
Seven years later, the pair are appealing their convictions, arguing that the "Mr. Big" police that led to taped confessions was a miscarriage of justice.
Canadian Press has the story:
VANCOUVER -- It has been seven years since a U.S. jury pronounced Sebastian Burns and Atif Rafay of British Columbia guilty of the murders of Rafay's parents and autistic sister in their Seattle area home.
On Friday, lawyers for the two men will try to convince a state appeals court that there has been a miscarriage of justice in the case, pointing the finger in part at a controversial RCMP undercover tactic known as Mr. Big, which drew confessions from the then-young men.
And they will have the help of the Idaho Innocence Project, a branch of a North American organization that advocates for prisoners it believes were wrongfully convicted.
For Burns' family, who are steadfast in their belief the men are innocent, it has been a long time coming.
"There was no evidence that they did the crime, not only that, the evidence pointed to other suspects,'' his sister, Tiffany Burns, told The Canadian Press. "The only reason they were convicted was because of the confessions during a Mr. Big sting.''
The Mr. Big sting is a controversial tactic in which undercover officers create the appearance of a powerful criminal organization looking to recruit. Over the course of the operation officers will elicit information from suspects about past crimes, often as proof of criminal veracity or in order to help eliminate evidence of that crime.
Burns and Rafay, who were 18 at the time of the murders in 1994, were arrested in Vancouver in 1995 after the RCMP obtained taped confessions to killing Rafay's father and mother, Tariq and Sultana, and his autistic sister, Basma. The family had been beaten to death with baseball bats in their Bellevue, Wash., home.
After prosecutors agreed to take the death penalty off the table, the Canadian government deported the two West Vancouver men in 2001.
During the six-month trial, prosecutors argued the killings were carried out for money -- planned by Rafay and carried out by Burns.
In May 2004, a King County Superior Court jury convicted them of three counts each of aggravated first-degree murder. They were sentenced to three consecutive life terms without parole.
Deborah A. Dwyer, a King County prosecutor, declined to comment on Friday's appeal. The RCMP and B.C.'s Attorney General Barry Penner also declined comment.
But according to a court documents, King County prosecutors believe Burns and Rafay admitted their guilt voluntarily.
"The defendants admitted their guilt to undercover police officers posing as dangerous gangsters; these 'gangsters' offered to destroy incriminating evidence and involve the defendants in a lucrative criminal enterprise,'' said a court brief.
"Videotapes of the confessions show the defendants, appearing comfortable and relaxed, laughing at times as they describe how they carried out the brutal murders.''
Kouri Keenan, a PhD student at Simon Fraser University's school of criminology and author of Mr. Big: Exposing Undercover Investigations in Canada, said the Mr. Big tactic is the major point of contention in the appeal _ and for good reason.
"These undercover operations tend to encourage false bravado and boastfulness,'' he said. "There's a possibility that they (the target) would exaggerate and overestimate their participation and culpability or their role in the crime under investigation.
"There's pressure on the accused or the target to claim credit.''
In Canada, the Supreme Court of Canada has upheld use of the tactic and regardless of the outcome of the Burns and Rafay case in Washington state, he said that will only change if there's a "flagrant abuse of process or something of that nature.''
Greg Hampikian, a professor of forensic biology at Boise State University and a director of the Idaho Innocence Project, said 30 per cent of the cases his group takes on involve a false confession.
And the Mr. Big tactic is no better than a modern-day witch-dunking, he said, and it is not used by police in the U.S. because it has been deemed too coercive.
"Does it have the ability to get guilty people to confess? Yes. Does witch-dunking have the ability to have witches confess? Yes,'' Hampikian said.
"Witch dunking if it's done by, you know, the church deacons of Salem, it's still witch-dunking. If it's upheld by Harvard-trained lawyers, it's still witch-dunking.''
The tactic does not investigate the truth, he said, but rather assumes guilt and looks for a confession. Combined with the fear of violence and financial inducements, they often get it.
Hampikian said there is a lack of physical evidence tying Burns and Rafay to the crime and he's identified evidence in the case he'd like tested with current DNA technology. He declined to identify that evidence prior to the appeal.
Tiffany Burns, who won't be able to attend Friday's hearing, said she wants RCMP to stop using the tactic.
"It's too risky,'' she said. "Granted it gets guilty people, but it also gets innocent people, too, and the risk of an innocent person making a false confession is just too great with such a coercive sting.''
She said her brother's conviction has irrevocably changed her and her parents' lives, but she speaks about the emotional toll with reluctance.
"I really have a hard time describing my emotions to people,'' she said after a long silence.
She said after the convictions, she quit her job as a TV reporter in Cleveland, Ohio, and began working on a documentary, "Mr. Big,'' about the case.
She is adamant her brother is innocent.
"I hope justice is finally done,'' she said."`I'm looking forward to the day Sebastian and Atif finally walk free.''


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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Amazing Black Forest Trifle
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this is definately fancy:) black forest trifle sounds so good right now. thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
Looks delicious. I love Cherries and Chocolate together, one of my absolute favourite combinations. Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment. I am always happy to meet fellow bloggers. (BTW, your pictures are perfect!)ReplyDelete
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Mateja @Indulging Life
Thanks for everyone's comments.ReplyDelete
Allison - whaddya know! Tastspotting accepted a photo. (Foodgawker rejected...) Ah well.
Mateja - Aw! Thanks!
Oooh, this looks fantatic. I love black forest cake. An dthat whipped cream sounds awesome!ReplyDelete
Looks gorgeous! I've never tried almond whipped cream before. Must be something absolutely irresistible! I'd try to add a few drops of Kirsch to the cherries, what do you think?..ReplyDelete
I'm not really a trifle person, but this one really looks great, I'd love to try it.ReplyDelete
Have a great weekend ahead.
*kisses* HH
Looks really really delicious, and I am sure it tastes even betterReplyDelete
Here's how much I know about baking. I thought you spelled "truffle" wrong & "trifle" was that tower in Paris.ReplyDelete
Just like all the other stuff you bake, this looks yummy!!
All the best,
Thanks for all the comments!ReplyDelete
Ok, I feel like a good little squirrel because I LOVE sour cherries and when it is the season I spend hours pitting the little buggers and stick them in the freezer. They live happily till it's cherry season again. I use them for everything (including drinks). I also get my cherry fix year round with sour cherry juice at WF... so good! That said... great dessert and I can't wait to try this recipe!ReplyDelete
Black Forest Trifle, nice, this is going to be the perfect dessert for my Valentine's dinner next weekend, thanks so much for sharing. Love that dish you are serving in by the way. Really shows the trifle off.ReplyDelete
Lostpast - Ooo! That's a great idea for storing cherries!ReplyDelete
Coupons - Thanks for stopping by. I figured this would be good for Valentine's Day too...I just need someone to share it with. *sob* ;)
Love your new header. Your black forest trifles is such a great dessert for a romantic dinner.ReplyDelete
Valentine's Day in NY plus this lovely dessert...you must be been having a date. Are you keeping these info as a secret?...*giggles*
Zoe! Shame on you starting to spread rumors. lol Nope. I'll be enjoying a lonely hearts day on Feb 14. (But I have to agree, this recipe is PERFECT for Valentine's Day.)ReplyDelete
This is so pretty, nice blog!ReplyDelete
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VULers are invited to show their spirit at FoosFest, Human Foosball with United Way on Saturday March 25, 2017.
Human Foosball means a life-size foosball court, with teams strapped in as the players. Just like table top foosball, but in this game players pass and score with a real soccer ball, all without moving from their spot on the court.
Need a visual? Watch this:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYIJNc0qOFA
Life-size table. Life-size players. Life-size impact. A great team-building opportunity for ulties.
The goal? Turf your competition, while raising money for after-school programs for kids in our community. Teams of 5 or more are encouraged to raise $1000 from friends, family members and coworkers. That's just $200/player for a team of 5, or $100/player for a team of 10! Money raised by each team gives 25 kids the opportunity to take part in United Way after-school programs
The Game Plan:
Saturday, March 25, 2017 11:00am - 5:00pm
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1 Athletes Way, Vancouver, BC, V5Y 0B1
You'll receive a tournament schedule closer to Foosfest day, so you know when your team hits the court.
Spots are limited. Go to www.uwlm.ca/foosfest to register your team now!
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NO oil required for these soft & gooey zucchini bars ♥
It's a safe bet that if you invite me over, I won't show up empty-handed.
The reality of being someone who makes desserts for a living is that I always have way too much food in my apartment, and there's no possible way I can eat it all by myself (although I do a pretty good job!).
On Saturday morning, I made four batches of these chocolate chip zucchini bars, playing around with the ingredients until I came up with the perfected recipe that yielded bars with a deliciously soft and gooey blondie texture.
Leftover Zucchini? Make Chocolate Zucchini Bread
The zucchini adds moisture to the recipe, enabling one to cut back on the fat without sacrificing flavor.
With batches of zucchini bars now threatening to take over my kitchen, I was happy for an excuse to carefully package them and take some with me to a Halloween party.
Using up leftovers + finding a large group of taste testers for my recipe free of charge + making people happy with a homemade dessert = win win win.
This year I went as a biker chick, complete with a faux leather jacket, spikey stilettos that I grew to abhor as the night progressed, and an adorable chick hat handmade by a sweet lady on Etsy.
(And now I am just a little obsessed with Etsy…)
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it involves three of my favorite things: puns, costumes, and eating copious amounts of chocolate.
Not that I don't already do that last one every other day of the year…
Chocolate Chip Zucchini Bars
Chocolate Chip Zucchini Bars
- 1/2 cup zucchini, shredded very finely (I used a food processor) (120g)
- 1 cup almond butter OR allergy-friendly sub
- 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
- 1 1/2 tsp baking soda
- 1/8 tsp salt
- 1/4 cup + 2 tbsp flour (I had success with spelt, white, sorghum, almond, and ww pastry)
- 2/3 cup granulated sugar of choice or xylitol
- 1/4 cup or more chocolate chips
Zucchini Bars Recipe: Preheat the oven to 350 F. Grease an 8-inch square baking pan and set aside. In a medium bowl, gently heat the nut butter if it is not already stir-able, then stir in the zucchini and vanilla. Set aside. In a separate mixing bowl, stir together the flour, salt, baking soda, sugar of choice, and chocolate chips. Pour dry ingredients into wet and keep stirring—it may seem dry at first, so be sure to break up the nut butter and stop occasionally to scrape it off your spoon. It will eventually get gooey like cookie dough. Transfer the batter into the pan, and smooth down evenly. Press chocolate chips into the top if desired. Bake for 10 minutes. When you take the bars out, the top will look set but underneath they will still be quite undercooked. This is good! Leave the bars to cool for at least 20 minutes, and they will firm up during this time. They taste even sweeter the next day!
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He Thinks Bing Can: Microsoft Search Head Satya Nadella a Year Later
Yesterday, Microsoft Online Service SVP Satya Nadella–also known as the search-dude-in-chief–presided over the Search Summit, to update the media on the progress of the Bing service.
Since it launched Bing a year ago, the software giant has been aggressively–and with some interesting innovations–trying to make a dent in the market dominance of Google (GOOG), which has a share of upwards of 70 percent.
Bing has just broken into the double digits, which is impressive, but it's still fighting an uphill battle. It's essentially the little search engine that could.
Here's a video interview I did with Nadella at the Microsoft office in San Francisco, where we talk about a lot of stuff, including Bing's progress over the last year and when it might make some money.
I also added my interview with him from right after Microsoft struck its search partnership deal with Yahoo (YHOO) last August, just below it.
Speaking of money shot, check out the lovely donuts and cream puffs:


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- Smartphone is powered by 1.5GHz hexa-core MediaTek MT6591 processor
- Cloud Tread will be sold exclusively via Snapdeal flash sale on August 30
- Intex Cloud Tread With 2GB of RAM, Hexa-Core SoC Launched at Rs. 4,999
The competition in budget-end smartphones seems to be getting intense as after Samsung's launch of the Tizen-powered Z2 smartphone, Intex has launched a smartphone with a hexa-core processor and 2GB of RAM at under Rs. 5,000 – Rs. 4,999 to be precise. Called the Cloud Tread, it will be available exclusively via Snapdeal, with its first flash sale at 12pm IST on August 30,
The dual-SIM Intex Cloud Tread smartphone runs Android 5.1 Lollipop out-of-the-box . It packs a 5-inch HD (720×1280 pixels) display with Dragontrail Glass protection and is powered by a 1.5GHz hexa-core MediaTek MT6591 processor coupled with a Mali 450 GPU and 2GB of RAM. It sports a 5-megapixel real camera with LED flash and a 5-megapixel front-facing camera.
The Intex Cloud Tread comes with 16GB of inbuilt storage that's expandable via microSD card (up to 32GB). It offers 3G, Wi-Fi, FM radio, Micro-USB, and a 3.5mm audio jack in terms of connectivity. It houses a 2200mAh battery, and will be available in Champagne and Grey colour variants.
Although Intex's smartphone trumps Samsung Z2, which was launched on Tuesday, in most hardware specifications on paper, it does not offer 4G connectivity, which is the unique selling point for Samsung's offering. It will be interesting to see whether consumers prefer hardware specifications over 4G-connectivity or vice-versa.


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May 14, 2014
Music, Arts & Culture
» Arts
Nick Mancillas' 'Cardboard Currency' runs May 23–June 12 at Chroma Gallery, 312 S. A St., Santa Rosa. 707.293.6051. For more info, visit nickmancillas.com.
To most people, flattened cardboard boxes are worthless. Which is precisely why Nick Mancillas turns them into canvases, and then into currency.
"One of my goals is to give value to the valueless," says Mancillas, who forages the cardboard from dumpsters and then creates mixed-media collages of the famous men (mostly presidents) whose stoic faces appear on our money. "I'm interested in a sort of artistic alchemy."
Reflecting both our obsession with money and our disposable society, the Cardboard Currency collection will be part of a show called "Follow the Money" opening May 23 at the new Chroma Gallery on South A Street in Santa Rosa.
"I'm not painting on top of cardboard because I'm poor," explains Mancillas, who's taught art at Piner High School for 20 years, "but because it's a throw-away material, the vernacular of the common people. And yet each box has a whole story behind it."
Often, the box's original purpose is reflected in the title of the piece, as in George Washington Mushrooms and Two Buck Jefferson, which features Thomas Jefferson (of the somewhat rare two-dollar bill) on a box of Charles Shaw (of the beloved "Two-Buck Chuck"). Created from the ephemeral papers of Mancilla's life, the pieces are also deeply personal: he cuts up and creates collages out of his own TSA reports, newspapers, food package labels and even photocopied Benjamins.
Reflecting what Mancillas calls the "economic colonialism" of our continent, he's also painted the less familiar (and even female!) faces of Canadian and Mexican currency, including a diptych of Queen Elizabeth, who appears on Canada's $20 bill, and Juana Inés de la Cruz, a poet and nun who graces the 200 peso bill.
"I paint them backwards, to reflect the backwards nature of our economic reality," he says, "and because I don't want to be thought of as a forger."
Though he'd been making art his whole life, about seven years ago his two adolescent daughters inspired him to up the ante. "I realized that I couldn't control them," explains Mancillas, "but I could show them what it looks like to pursue your dreams."
For Mancillas, that meant earning an MFA in a low residency program at the Art Institute of Boston and booking shows in San Francisco and Sacramento. "I'm extremely grateful for the chance to show my art in my hometown of Santa Rosa," he says.
Given the ubiquity of plastic credit cards, "these are nostalgic images now," notes Mancillas, who is forthcoming about his own economic duress—a couple of houses lost to banks and two daughters in college.
His art, then, is ultimately about finding value where we least expect it. "If I could transform a turd into a gold nugget, and make it worth something to someone, I would."
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A simply stunning luxury summer house on the shores of Fokos Beach
Set in a privileged, elevated position just a step away from the beautiful, sandy beach of Fokos, Villa Amphithea is a rare property that combines luxury with the easygoing atmosphere of a beach house. Built on different levels to take full advantage of the view, this spacious five-bedroomed villa consists of numerous inter-connected blocks of various sizes. The stark white-painted exterior of the house is in sharp contrast to the bulky stone-built walls that surround it and the rugged beauty of the landscape.
Outdoor living is served by a comfortable dining area with dining facilities and the spacious pool-side lounge, all with views of the turquoise sea.
Continuing the grandeur and refinement, the interior pays tribute to Italian design and minimalist chic aesthetics. Large white surfaces accentuate signature furnishings and tasteful art pieces throughout the living areas. The palette in the bedrooms is quiet, with natural tones interrupted by the odd splash of colour in the paintings that decorate the bedroom walls.
Space and light are the elements that captivate the guest upon entering a generous living room with notably high ceilings and numerous openings that let the sunlight in. The adjacent dining area features a designer raw-wood dining table and a built-in sofa with comfortable cushions. The large open-plan kitchen is fully equipped for home cooking. All bedrooms are generous in size, tastefully decorated and upholstered to convey a sense of ultimate comfort and relaxation that is complimented by the soothing sound of the waves. Each bedroom opens to its own terrace with views of the stark landscape and the turquoise waters of the sea. The upper level includes an inviting open-plan lounge area that leads to the upper-floor bedrooms. The lower level features two spacious independent guest studios, ideal for couples that seek privacy, or your guests. All living areas are equipped with high-end home entertainment systems and central air-conditioning. Layout: Ground level: 1 living room with adjacent dining area; 1 fully equipped kitchen; 1 double bedroom with en-suite shower bathroom Upper level: Open-plan lounge area; 2 double bedrooms with en-suite shower bathrooms Lower level: 2 independent guest studios with en-suite shower bathrooms; maid's quarters
Ground level:1 x double bedroom with en-suite shower bathroom Upper level: 2 x double bedrooms with en-suite shower bathrooms Lower level:2 x independent guest studios with en-suite shower bathrooms, maid's quarters
Mykonos Island has much to offer visitors: beautiful landscapes, small white-painted houses in picturesque villages, hundreds of little family churches and golden sandy beaches with crystal-like waters. Mykonos town is a captivating labyrinth of small streets that are home to chic boutiques and whiter-than-white houses decked with bougainvillea and geraniums, plus a handful of small museums and photogenic churches. Little Venice, where the sea laps up to the edge of the restaurants and bars, and Mykonos' famous hilltop windmills are particularly noteworthy. Known for its partying circuit and gay friendliness, Mykonos has an inclusive culture that welcomes everyone.
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I was previously the host of the Hellotyler Podcast, along with my dad, "HelloRobert". It was a family friendly podcast, where I reviewed my favorite iPhone apps, video games, books, TV shows, and much more. Every once in a while, my sister, "HelloAshley" appeared in my podcast as well.
I was only 11 when my dad and I started this podcast together. We created six normal episodes where we talked about different video games, books, and TV shows I was into at the time. We also created one "videocast" making seven episodes total. The videocast was particularly special because it was one of the first video projects I had done, and eventually led to me becoming an aspiring filmmaker today. Looking back, this podcast was mostly an experiment with podcasts becoming extremely popular at the time, not trying to become big and popular but to see what we could do to make it interesting and unique to myself and my dad. I personally have very fun memories of the time my dad and I spent together doing this project. Unfortunately the podcasts are not on the iTunes Store anymore, but I have linked them all below:
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Q. I would like to know if there is a technology or software available that can reproduce the contents of a hard drive from one computer to another in its entirety, including programs, applications, etc.
A. There are several programs that will do this. One I use and find quite reliable is Norton Ghost. Ghost will allow you to make an image or clone of a hard drive which can be loaded onto another machine or back on to your main computer should it fail.
We use Ghost in my office to prepare new computers and reload computers that have crashed. What we do is take a new computer, get all the software loaded that is needed and make all the customizations for use and then use Ghost to take a snapshot of the system.
Then it's a relatively simple matter of taking that "snapshot" and loading it on to the computer. It takes far less time to restore a system than it would if we had to reload the operating system, re-install the device drivers and reload and reconfigure all the applications.
The drawback is that the computer that the image/clone is loaded onto has to be the same make and model as the computer that was imaged/cloned. When you make the image/clone, you copy all the drivers and settings of the copied machine and these settings are rarely compatible across platforms.
You might be able to load the image from one PC to another make and model and get it working with some tweaks and modifications but this type of software is mostly designed to create backups or to quickly roll out multiple computers of the same configuration.